Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1895-10-19

till you get good crack at him, and
when at last yoa End him in a tight
place give it to him. Flay him alive
No quarter. Leave not rag OF repRta-
ton. Jump ON him with both feet. Pay
him in his own ccin-sarcasm for sar-
sasm, scorn for scorn, abuse for abuse. "
But, my friends, that is not the right
kind of heart. No man ever did SO mean
thing toward US as we have done to-
ward God. And if we cannot forgive
others how can we expect God to forgive
us? Thousands of men have been kept
out @: heaven by an unforgiving heart
Here is some one who says: 81 will
forgive that man the wrong he did me
about that house and lot; will forgive
that man who overreached me in a bar
gain; will forgive that man who sold
me shoddy overcoat; forgive them
all but one. That man I cannot forgive
The villain-I can hardly keep my
hands off him. If my going to heaven
depends on my forgiying him, then l
will stay out Wrong feeling IL a
man lie to me once I am not called to
trust him again. If man betray me
once | am not called to put confidence
in him again. But Iwould have no rest
if | could not offer a sincere prayer for
the temporal and everlasting welfare Of
al men, whatever meannesses and out
rage they have inflicted upon me. If
yen wasn't to get your heart tight, strike
match and burn up all your old
gru1res, aud blow the ashes away "If
you forgive not men their trespasses,
neither will your heavenly father for
give you your trespasses. -
An old Christian black woman was
going along the streets of New York
with a basket of apples that she had for
sale. A rough sailor ran against her
and upset the basket, and stood back
expecting to hear her scold frightfully,
but she stopped down and picked up tie
apples, and said, "God forgive you,
my son, as do" The sailor saw the
meanness Of what be had done, and felt
i'll his pocket for his money. and insist
ed that she should take it all. Though
she was black he called her mother, and
said, Forgive me, mother, l will new
er do anything so mean again" All
there is power in forgiying spirit to
overcome all hardness. There is no way
of conquering men like that of bestow-
ing upon them your pardon, whether
they will accept it or not.
An Expectant Heart.
Again, right heart is an expectant
heart. It is poor business to be build
ing castles in the air. Enjoy what you
have now. Don't spoil your comfort in
the small house because you expect a
larger one. Don't fret about your in
come when it. is SO or 81 per day be-
cause you expect to have after awhile
$40 per day, or $4,000 year because
you expect it to be $40, 900 year. But
about heavenly things, the more we
think the better. Those castles are not
in the air, but on the hills, and we have
deed of them in our possession. like
to see 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 Gym
balls 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 whittier and
winter and whittier, till we opened cur
eyes and saw that it was only the sun
of earthly morning shining on our pill
low. To have a right heart you need to
be filed with this expectancy. 1t 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. l never imagined
that marble could be smitten into suck
tenderness. 1t seems not ifeless. If the
spirit 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
ruffie 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 riffs of the coro-
nat that encircles her brow, could see
the sky beyond, the great heavens
where all woman's wrongs shall be
righted, and the story of endurance and
resignation shall be told to all the ages.
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 qriefsl
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 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
Il saw 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
$4,000 furlongsr-that is, 1000 miles
in circumference. Ali heaven is not
little colony at one corner of Gods
dominion, where man IS entrance de-
ponds upon what kind of clothes be has
on his back and how much money he
has III his purse, but vast empire. God
grant that the light of that blessed
world may shine upon US in our last
momentl
The first time I crossed the Atlantic
the toughest time we had was at the
mouth of Liverpool harbor. We arrived
at nightfall and were Obliged to lie
there till the morning, waiting for the
rising of the tide, before we could 60
up to the city. How the vessel pitched
and writhad in the waterl So some-