Connecticut western news., 1895-10-10

about heavenly things, the more we think the better. Those castles are not in the air, but on the hills, and we have a deed of them in our possession. l like to see a man all full of heaven. He talks heaven. He sings heaven. He prays heaven. He dreams heaven. Some of us in our sleep have had the good place open to us. We saw the pinnacles in the sky. We heard the click of the hoofs of the white horses on which vic tors rode, and the clapping of the cym bals of eternal triumph. And while in our sleep we were glad that all our sor rows were over and burdens done with, the throne of God grew winter and winter and whiter, till we opened our eyes and saw that it was only the sun of earthly morning shining on our pill low. To have right heart you need to be filled with this expectancy. It would make your privations and annoyances more bearable.
 In the midst of the city of Paris stands statue of the good but broken hearted Josephine. I never imagined that marble could be smitten into such tenderness It seems not hfeless. If the spiri. of Josephine be disentabernacled, the soul of the empress has taken pos session of this figure. l am not yet sat isfied that it is stone. The puff of the press on the arm seems to need but the dressure of the finger to indent it. The figures at the bottom of the robes, the ruff1e at the neck, the fur lining on the dress, the embroidery of the satin, the cluster of lily and leaf and rose in her hand, the poise of her body as she seems to come sailing out of the sky. her face calm, humble, beautiful, but yet sad attest the genius of the sculptor and the beauty of the heroine he celebrates Looking up through the rifts of the coro- net that encircles her brow,'I could see the sky beyond, the great heavens where all woman's wrongs shall be righted, and the story of endurance and The rose and the lily in the hand of Jo- sephine will never drop their petals. Believe not the recent islanders upon her memory. The children of God, whether they suffer on earth in palaces or in novels, shall come to that glorious rest. O heaven, sweet heaven, at thy gate we set down all our burdens and griefsi The place will be full Here there are vacant chairs at the hearth and at the table, but there are no vacant chairs in heaven. The crowns all worn; the thrones all mounted. Some talk of heaven as though it were a very hand some church, where few favored spir- its would come in and sit down on fine ly cushioned seats all by themselves and sing psalms to all eternity. No, mol ''I saw a great multitude that no man could number standing before the throne. He that talked with me had golden reed to measure the city, and it was 12,000 furlongs''-that is, 1, 500 miles in circumference. Ahi heaven is not little colony at one corner of Gods dominion where mans entrance de- pends upon what kind of clothes he has sn his back and how much money he has in his purse, but vast empire. God grant that the light of that blessed world may shine upon us in our last moment
 The first time crossed the Atlantic the toughest time we had was at the mouth of Liverpool harbor. We arrived at nightfal1 and were obliged to lie there till the morning. waiting for the rising of the tide, before we could go up to the city. How the vessel pitched and writhed in the waterl So some ticavs the last illness of the Christian Is 8 struggle. He is almost through the voyage. The waves of temptation toss his soul, but he waits for the morning At last the light dawns, and the tides of joy rise in his soul, and he sails up and casts anchor within the vale.
 els Thine Heart Right9"
 Is thy heart right? What question can compare with this in importance? It is business question. Deyou not realize that you will soon have to go out of that store, that you will soon have to resign that partnership, that soon among all the millions of dollars worth of goods that are sold you will not have the handling of yard of cloth, or a pound of sugar, or a penny worth of any thing; that soon, if oonfagration | should start at Central park and sweep everything to the Battery, it would not disturb you; that soon, if every cashier should abscond and every insurance company should fail, it would not affect you? What are the questions that stop this side the grave, compared with the questions that reach beyondit? Are you making losses that are to be everlasting? Are you making purchases for eternity 1? Are you jobbing for time when you might be wholesaling for eternity? What question of the store is so broad at the base, and so altitudinous, and so overwhelming as the question, "Is thy heart rightf"
 Or is it a domestic question? Is it something about father or mother or companion or son or daughter, that you think is comparable with this question in importance? Do you not realize that by universal and inexorable law all these relations will be broken up? Your father will be gone, your mother will be gone, your companion will be gone, your child will be gone, you will be gone, and then this supernal question will begin to harvest its chief gains, or deplore it's worst losses, roll up into its mightiest magnitude or sweep its vast l circles.
 What difference now does it make to Napoleon III whether he triumphed or surrendered at Sedan, whether he lived | at the Tuileries or at Chiselhurst, whether he was emperor or exile? They laid him out in his coffin in the dress of a field marshal Did that give him any better chance for the next world than if he had been laid out in plain shroud? And soon to us what will be the difference, whether in this world we rode or walked, were bowed to or maltreated, were applauded or hissed at, were welcomed in or kicked out,
 while laying hold of every moment of
 the great future, and burning in all the splendor or grief, and overarching and
 undergoing all time and all eternity, is
 the plain, simple, practical, thrilling.
 agonizing, overwhelming question, "Is