The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1895-08-30

mortal atnlete-fOrever young again.
That night when the needlewoman
tainted away in the garret, wave OF
the heavenly air resuscitated 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 it,
/ 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 twelve gates are
twelve pearls" and that "the founda-
tions of the wall are garuished with
all manner of precious stones" As
we stand looking through the tele-
scope of St. John, we see a blaze of
amethyst and pearl and emerald and
sardonyx and chrysoprasus and sap
phire-a mountain of light, a cataract
of color, a sea of glass. and a 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 of Jesus
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 re-
deemed passing; Jesus, on a white
horse. leads the march, all the armies
of salvation following on white horses
Infinite cavalcade passing, passing;
empires pressing into line, ages follow
ing ages. Dispensation tramping on
after dispensation. Glory in the track
of glory. Europe, Asia, Africa, and
North and South America pressing
into line. Islands of the sea shoulder
to shoulder. Generations before the
| flood following generations 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 all ensigns flung out. and all
chimes rung, and all hallelujahs
chanted, and some cry. GLORY to God
most high" and some "Hosanna to the
Son of David" and some, Worthy is
the Lamb that was slain"-till all ex-
clamations of endearment and homage
in the voca bulary of Heaven are eX-
hausted. and there come up surge after
surge of Amen. Amen! Amenr'
Eye hath not seen it, ear hath not
heard it" Skim from the summer
waters the brightest sparkles, and you
will get no idea of the sheen of the
everlasting sea. Pile up the splendors
of earthly cities, and they would not
make a stepping stone by which you
might mount to the city of God. Every
house is a palace. Every step
triumph. Every covering of the head
coronation. Every meal is banquet.
Every stroke from the tower is a we'd
ding bell. Every day is a jubilee,
every hour a rapture, and 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.
and met a friend, or even an acquaint.
ance, in some strange city, You remem-
Der 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
ten or fifteen years, and we come 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 changed?' But oh,
when YOU stand before the throne, all
cares gone from the face, all marks of
sorrow disappeared, and feeling the
JOY of the blessed land. methinks we
will say to each other, with an exulta-
tion we cannot now imagine: "How
you have changedr'
In this world we only meet to part.
1t is good-by, good-by. Farewells
floating in the air. We hear it at the
rail car window, and at the steamboat
wharf-good-by. Children lisp it. and
old age answers it. Sometimes we say
it in light way-''good-by;" and some
times in anguish in which the soul
breaks down. Good-by. All. 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
from our circles of earth to join
it-little 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 group
this side of the river, and a 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
place! If | should take paper and
pencil do you think l could put them
all down? All, my friends, the waves
of Jordan roar so hoarsely. we cannot
hear the joy on the other side where
their group is augmented. 1t is graves
here, and coffins and hearses there.
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: ''Is 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 a
soul arrives some angel takes it around
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