The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1895-09-06

tainted away IL the gafrstl \ 4Ha~s on
The hehyeHly air fesHscitated her for
ever. For everlasting years. to have
neither ache, nor pain, nor weakness,
nor fatigue. Eye hath not seen it,
ear hath not heard IL.
I remarlk, fuFtheF; that We can id
thia world get no Just idea of the
splentlor Of Heaven. ST. John tries to
describe it, he Says: s'The twelve
gates are twetve pearls and that
1.-THE foundations of the wall are gar
nished with all manner of precious
stones" AS we stand looking through
the telescope OF St JohH, we see blaze
of amethyst. and pearl. and emerald,
and sardonyx, and chrysoprasus, and
sapphire mountain of light, a cAta-
ract of color, a sea of glass, and a city
like the sun.
ST. John bids MS look again, and we
see thrones, thrones of the prophets,
thrones Of the patfiafchs, THRONES of
the angels, thrones of the apostles,
thrones of the martyrs, throne Of JESUS
throne OF God. And we turn round
to see the glory and it is-Thrones!
Thronesl ThronesI
st. John bids us look again, and we
see the great procession of the re-
deemed passings Jesus, ON white
horse, leads the march, and all the
armies of salvation following on whita
horses. Infinite daTalcade passing,
passingl empires pressing into line,
ages following ages. Dispensation
tramping on after dispensation. Glory
In the track OF glory. Europe, Asia,
Africa and North and South America
pressing into lines. Islands of the sea
shoulder to shoulder. Generations
before the flood following gen.
erations after the flood, and as
Jesus rises at the head of that
great host and waves His sword
in signal of victory, all crowns are
lifted, and nil ensigns flung out aud
all chimes fuhg, and ali halielujahs
chahted, and some cry: GLORY to God
most high" and SOME: "Hosanna to
the Son of DAVID" and some: 'sWorthy
Is the Lamb that was slain"-till all
EXPLANATIONS of endearment and hon.
age in the vocabulary of Heaven are
exhausted; and there adrhe Up surge
after Surge of ''Amenl Amen! Amen!"
Eye hath not seen it, ear hath not
heard it." Skim from the stilhmef wa
tiers the brightest spaflties, and SuH
viii get 40 idea of the sheer OF the
everlasting sea- Pile up the splendors
of the earthly cities, and they would
not make a stepping stone by which
you might mount to the city OF God.
Every house is palace. Every step
triumph. Every covering OF the head
a coronation. Eyefy meal Is d BAN
ahee. Every stroke from the tower a
wedding bell Every day is jubilee,
every hour rapture, AMI every mo-
ment an ecstacy. Eye hath not seen
it, ear hath not heard It,
remark, further, we can get no idea
on earth of the reunions of Heaven. If
you have ever been across the sea, AID
met friend, or oven an acquaintance,
ID some strange city, you remember
how your blood thrilled and how glad
you were to see him. What, then, will
be our icy, after we have passed the
seas of death, to meet in the bright
City of the Sun those from whom we
have been long separated After we
have been away from our friends ten
or fifteen years, and we come upon
Is.
The hair has turned, and wrinkles have
come in their faces, and we say: "How
you have changedl'' But oil, when you
stand before the throne, all cares gone
from the face, all marks of sorrow dis
appear, and feeling the joy OF that
blessed land, methinks we will say to
each other, with an exultation we can
not long imagine: How you have
changed" In this world we only meet
to part 1t is good-by. good-by. Fare
wells floating in the air. We hear 1t
at the rail-car window, and at the
steamboat wbarf-good-by Children
lisp it, and old age answers it. Some
times we say 1t in light way
"good-by,h and sometimes with an
guish in which the soul breaks down.
Good-byl Ali that is the word that
ends the thanksgiving banquet; that
is the word that comes in to close the
Christmas chant Good-by! good by!
But not so in Heaven. Welcomes in the
air, welcomes at the gates, welcomes
at the house of many mansions-but,
no good-by. That group is constantly
being augmented. They are going up
from our cities of earth to join it
little voices to join the anthem-1ittle
hands to take hold of it in the great
home circle-little feet to dance in
the eternal glee-little crowns to be
cast down before the feet of Jesus.
Our friends are in two groups-a group
this side OF the river, and group on
the other side of the river. Now there
goes one from this to that, and another
from this To that and soon xve will all
be gone over. How many of your
loved ones have already entered upon
that blessed place? If l should take
paper and pencil, do you think could
put them down? All, my friends, the
waves of Jordan roar so hoarsely, we
can not hear the joy on the other side,
where their group is augmented. 1t
is graves here, and coffins and hearses
here.
A little child's mother had died, and
they comforted her. They said: Your
mother has gone to Heaven-don't
cry;" and the next day, they went to
the graveyard, and they laid the body
of the mother down into the ground;
and the little girl came up to the verge
of the grave, and, looking down at
the body of her mother, said: IFS this
Heaven" Oh, we have no idea what
Heaven is. 1t is the grave here-it is
darkness here-but there is merry
making yonder. Methinks when
soul arrives, some angel takes il
around to show it the wonders of that
blessed place. The usher-Hngel saws
to the newly arrived. These are the
martyrs that persisted at Piedmont;