The Penn's Grove record., 1894-11-09
REV. DIR. TALMAGE.
THE BROOKLYN DIvINE,s SUM-
DAY SERMON.
SUBJECT : "victory Over Pam"

TRIr' "Neither shall there be any more
aa'n."-Revelation xxi, 4.
The first question that you ask when about
70 change your residence to any city is
What Is the health OF the placer Is 1t
shaken OF terrible disorders? What are ths
bills OF mortality What is the death rate7
How high rises the thermometer?" And am
l not reasonable in asking, What are thu
sanitary conditions OF the heavenly city into
which we all hope to now? My text an-
swers it by saying, ''Neither shall there be
any more pain"
First, I remark, there will b no pain OF
disappointment in heaven. Ill could put
the Picture Of what you anticipated OF life
when you began II beside the picture OF
what you have realized, I would find great
d~tfference. You have stumbled upon great
disappointments. Perhaps you expected
riches, and you have worked hard enough
TO gain them you nave planned and
worried and persisted until your hands wsro
worn, and your brain was racked, and your
heart tainted, and at the end of this long
strife with misfortune you ind that II you
have not been positively defeated It has been
a drawn battle. tits still tug and tussle,
this year losing what You gained last.
financial uncertainties, pulling down faster
than you build. For perhaps twenty or
thirty years you hav been running your
craft straight into the teeth OF the wind.
Perhaps you have had domestic dissppolat.
ment. Your children, upon whose educs.
tion you laviehed your hard earned dollars,
nave not turned out as expected. Notwlth-
standing all your counsels and prayers and
painstaking. they will not do right. Many
a good father has had a bad boy. Absalom
trod on Dsvid's heart. That mother never
imagined all this as twenty or thirty years
ago she sat by that child's cradle.
Your life has been a chapter of disap-
- ANITA Dat la IN
show you a different scene. By Gods grace
entering the other city, you will never again
have a blasted hope. The most %jubilant OF
expectations will not reach the realization.
Coming to the top of ons hill of Joy, there
will be other heights rising up In the vision.
This song OF transport will but lift you to
higher anthems, the sweetest choral but a
things better than You had anticipated-the
robe richer, the crown brighter, the temple
grander, the throng mightier.
Further, l remark, there will be NO pain
OF WEAKNESS. Ii may be many hours since
you quit work, but many OF you are unrested,
SOM from overwork, and some from dull
ness Of trade, the latter more e~xhausting
than the former. Your ankles ache, YOU
spirits nag, you want rest. Are these wheels
always to turn. these shuttles to fly, these
axes to hew, these shovels to delve, these
pens TO fly, these books to be posted, these
goods 10 De sold2
Alb. the great holiday approaches. No
more curse OF taskmakers. No more stoop-
ing until the back aches. No mora e~alcula-
ton until the brain is bewiliered. No more
pain. No more carpentry, for the mansions
are all tuilt. No more masonry, for the
walls are all reared. No more diamond cut
ting, for the gems are all set. No more gold
beating. for the rowns are all completed.
No more agriculture, for the harvests are
spo" taneous.
Further, there will be no more pain Of
poverty. 1t is a hard thing TO be really
poor TO have your coat wear out and no
money to get another to have your -four
barrel empty and nothing to buy bread with
for your children 10 live In an unhealthy
sow and no means 10 change your habita.
tion to have your child sick with some
mysterious disease AM not be able to secure
eminent medical ability to have son or
daughter begin the world and you not have
anything to help them in starting, with q
mind capable Of research and high contem.
plation to be perpetually fixed on questions
OF mere livelihood.
Poets try to throw a romance about the
poor mans cot, but there ~ no romance
about it. Poverty is hard, cruel, unrelent-
ing. But Lazarus walked up without his
rags and his diseases. and so all OF Christ's
poor wake up at last without any OF their
disadvantages-no slmshouses, for they are
all princes; no rents to pay, for the resi-
dence is gratuitous no garments to buy, for
the robes are divine1y fashioned no seats In
church for poor folks, but equality among
temple worshipers; no novels, no hard
srusts, no insufficient apparel. 'rhey shall
hungerno more, neither shall the SUI light
on them nor any heat" Nc more pain!
Further, there will be no pain OF parting.
All these associations must some time break
up. We clasp hanis and walk together,
and talk and laugh and weep together, but
we must alter awhile separate. your gravs
will be in one place, mine in another. We
look each other full In the face for the last
time. We will be sitting together some even
ing, or walking together some day, and
nothing will be unusual in our appear
ance. or our conversation, but Col
knows that 1t Is tue last time. and
messengers from eternity on their errand to
take US away know it is the last time, and in
heaven. where they make ready for our de-
parting spirits, they know 1t is the last time.
Oh, the long agony OF earthly separationl
It is awful TO stand In your nursery fighting
death back from thecouch OF your child, and
try to hold fast the little one, and see all the
time that Re is gafuaS weaker, and the
breath ID Iorter, and make outcry to God
to help d. and to the doctors to save him,
and see 1t is OF no avail, and then to know
that his spirit is gone and that you have
uOluluR 1917 Dut TIC cd5kcI THAI leu Ilb
jewel, and that in two or three days you
must even put that away and walk around
about the house and find 1t desolate, some-
times feeling rebellious, and then to
resolve to feel differently and to re-
solve on self control, and just as you
have some to what you think is perfect self
control to suddenly some upon some little
coat or ~rieture or shoe. half worn out and
how all the foods Of the soul burst In one
wild wall OF agony! oh, my God, how hard
1t is to part, TO close the eyes that never can
look merry at our coming, to kiss the hand
that will never again do us q kindness. I
know religion gives great consolation in
such an hour. and we ought to be comforted,
but anyhow and anyway you make it it is
aw nj.
On steamboat wharf and at rail car win,
dow we may smile when we say farewell, but
these goodIys at the deathbed-they Just
take hold OF the heart with iron pinchsrs
and tear 1t out by the roots until all the
fibers quiver and curl In the torture and
drop thick blood. These separations are
wine presses, into which our hearts, like red
clusters, are thrown, and then trouble turns
the windlass round and round until we are
utterly crushed and have no more capacity
to suffer, and we stop crying because We
have wept all our tears.
On every street, OF every doorstep, by
every couch, there have been partings, But
once past the heavenly portals. and you are
through with such scenes forever. In that
Land there are many hand claspings and em-
brac'nGs, but only in recognition. That
great home circle never breaks. once find
your comrades there, and you have them
No Grape floats from the door OF
that blissful residence. No cleft, hillside
where the deal sleep. All awake, wide
and forever. No ptshing out OF
enigrant ship for foreign shore. No toliinS
OF bell MS the funeral passes. Whole genera
lions in glory. Hand to hand, heart to
heart, joy to joy. No creep'ng up the limbs
OF the death chill. the feet cold until hot
cannot warm them. No rattle OF
sepuichral gates. Nc parting, no pain.
Further, the heavenly city will have no |
pain Of body. The race Is pierced with
sharp distresses. The surgeons knife must
cut. The dentist pinchers must pull. Pain |
10 fought with pain. The world Is q g |