The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-08-19

viii keep all heaven thinkink- On. that
Great WeeDer is Just the one 10 silence
an earthly trouble, wipe out all stains or
earthly grief. Gentlei Why, mis- step IS
softer than the step OF the dew. IL VIII
not be a tyrant bidding you TO hush mp
your crying. II viii be a Father who viii
take you on his left arm. his face beaming
into yours. while with the soft tips OF the
fingers of the right hand he shall wipe
away all tears from your eyes
Friends. If We could get any apprecia-
ton of what God has in reserve for us.
it would make us so homesick we would
be unfit for our everyday work. Prof
Leonard, formerly of Iowa University
put in my hands a meteOric stone, stone
thrown off from some other world to this
How suggestive II was to me. And have
10 tell you the best representations we
have OF heaven are only aerolites hung on
from that world which rolls on, bearing
the multitudes of the redeemed We anal
we these aerolites. and find them crys-
affiliations OF tears. No wonder, flung
of from heaven. God shall wipe away
all tears from their eyes"
Have you any appreciation Of the good
and glorious times your friends are hav-
ing in heaven? How different il IS when
they get news there OF a Christians death
from what it is here, II is the difference
between embarkatiOn and coming into
port. Everything depends upon which
side Of the river you stand when you hear
of a Christians death. If you stand on
this side Of the river, you mourn that
they go. If you stand on the other side
of the river you rejoice that they come.
Oh the difference between a funeral on
earth and a jubilee in heaven-between
requiem here and triumph Incorporating
here and reunion there! Together! Have
you thought of it2 They are together.
Not one Of your departed friends in one
land and another in another land; but
together, in different rooms of the same
house-the house of many mansions. To-
getheri
never more appreciated that thought
than when we laid away in her last slum-
Der my sister Sarah. Standing there in
the village cemetery, looked around and
said: There is father, there is mother
there is grandfather. there is grandmoth-
er, there are whole circles of Kindred;
and I thought to myself: Together in
the grave-together in glory" l am so
impressed with the thought that / do not
think it is any fanaticism when some one
is going from this world to the next If you
make them the bearer of dispatches to
your friends who are gone, saying; Give
my love to my parents, give my love to
my children, give my love to my old COM
rades who are in glory. and tell them L
am trying to fight the good fight of faith,
and / will join them after awhile" 1
believe the message will be delivered, and
/ believe it will increase the gladness Of
those who are before the throne. To-
gether are they, all their tears gone.
My friends, take this good-cheer home
with you. These tears of bereavement
that course your cheek, and of persecu-
ton. and OF trial, are not always to be
there. The motherly hand of God will wipe
them all away. What is the use, on the
way to such a commandments is
the use of frettng about anything? Oh,
what an exhiliration it ought to be in
Christian work. See you the pinnacles
against the sky? 1t is the city of our
God. and we are approaching it, Oh, let
us be busy in the days that remain for US!
put this balsam on the wounds of your
heart. Rejoice at the thought Of what
your departed friends have got rid of,
and that you have prospect of so soon
making your own escape. Bear cheerfuily
the ministry of tears, and exult at the
thought that soon It is to be ended
There we shall march up the heavenly
street,
And ground our arms at Jesus feet.