Connecticut western news., 1895-08-29

have neither ache nor pain nor weakness nor fatigue. Eye hath not sec it, ear hath not heard it. ''
 splendors of Heaven.
 I remark further that we can in this world get no just idea of the splendor of heaven. St. John tries to describe it. He says, "The 12 gates are l2 pearls, " and that "the foundations of the wall are garnished with all manner of pre- cious stones. As we stand looking through the telescope of St. John we see blaze of amethyst and pearl and emer- ald and sardonyx and chrysoprasus and of color, a sea of glass and city like the sun.
 St. John bids us look again, and we see thrones-thrones of the prophets, thrones of the patriarchs, thrones of the angels, thrones of the apostles, thrones of the martyrs, throne ofSUesus. throne of God And we turn round to see the glory, and it is-thrones Thrones ! Thrones
 St. John bids us look again, and we see the great procession of the redeemed
 
 the march, and all the armies of saliva tion following on white horses. Infinite cavalcade passing, passing; empires pressing into line, ages following ages. Dispensation tramping on after dispen- sation. Glory in the track of glory. Flu | rope, Asia, Africa and North and South America pressing into lines. Islands of the sea shoulder to shoulder. Genera tions before the flood following genera tions after the flood, and as Jesus rises at the head of that great host and waves his sword ill signal of victory all crowns are lifted, and all ensigns flung out, and all chimes rung, and all halleluiahs chanted, and some cry, "Glory to God most high!" and some, "Hosanna to the Son of David P and some, Worthy is the Lamb that was slain l' till all the exclamations of endearment and hom- | age in the vocabulary of heaven are ex- | hausted, and there come up surge after surge of Amen Amen Amen P Eye hath not seen 1t; ear hath not | heard it. '' Skim from the summer Wa ters the brightest sparkles, and you will | get no idea of the sheen of the everlast- | ing sea. Pile mp the splendors of earth | ly 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 a triumph. Ev- cry covering of the head coronation. Every meal is banquet. Every stroke | from the tower is a wedding bell Every day is jubilee, every hour rapture | and every moment an ecstasy. Eye | hath not seen it, ear hath not heard it. {" | Reunions In Heaven.
 I remark further we can get no idea on earth of the reunions of heaven. If | you have ever been across the sea and met friend, or even an acquaintance, in some strange city, you remember how | your blood thrilled and how glad you | were to see him. What, then, will be our joy, after we have passed the seas of | death, to meet in the bright city of the sun those from whom we have long been separated After we have been | away from our friends 10 or 15 years, and we cone upon them, we see how | differently they look. The hair has turned, and wrinkles have come in their faces, and we say, "How you have | | fore the throne, all cares gone from the face, all marks of sorrow disappeared, and feeling the joy of that blessed land, methinks we will say to each other, with an exultation we cannot now i'm agine, "How you have changedP P In this world we only meet to part. It is goodby, goodby. Farwells floating in the air. We hear it at the rail car win | dow and at the steamboat wharf Good by! Children lisp it, and old age an- swers it. Sometimes we say it ill light | way, "Goodbyl' and sometimes with anguish ill which the soul breaks down. Goodbyl An, that is the word that ends the thanksgiving banquet that is the word that comes in to close the Christmas chant. Goodbyl Goodby But not so in heaven. Welcomes in the air, welcomes at the gates, vel comes at the house of many mansions but no goodby. That group is constantly being augmented. They are going up from our circles of earth to join it-lit- tie voices to join the anthem, little 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 we will all be gone over. How many of your loved ones have already entered upon that blessed place. If I should take paper and pencil, do you think I could put them all down? An, my friends, the waves of Jordan roar so hoarsely we cannot hear the joy on the other side where their group is augmented. It is graves here and collins and hearses hare.
 When a Soul Arrives.
 A little child's mother had died, and ;hey comforted her. They said: "Your mother has gone to heaven. Don't cry, '' and the next day they went to the grave yard, and they laid the body of the mother down into ground, and the lit tie girl came up to the verge of the grave, and looking down at the body oi her mother said, "Is this heaven?" Oh we have no idea what heaven is. It i; the grave here. It is darkness here, but there is merry making yonder Methink: when soul arrives some angel takes il
 around to show it the wonders of tha
 blessed place. The usher angel says tt the newly arrived: "These are the mar
 tyrs that perished at Piedmont; these
 were torn to pieces at the inquisition
 this is the throne of the great Jehovah
 this is Jesusp' ''I am going to SC,
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 going to see Jesus" and the missionar,
 said, "You are sure you will see him?'
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 from heaven, what then?'' "I should fol