Connecticut western news., 1895-08-22

 be the means of soothing one perturbed spirit today than to play tune that would set all the sons of mirth reeling in the dance.
 I am an herb doctor. I put into the caldron the root out of dry ground, without form or comeliness. Then I put in the rose of Sharon and the lily of the valley. Then I put into the cal dron some of the leaves from the tree of life and the branch that was thrown into the wilderness Marah. Then pour in the tears of Bethany and Golgotha; then I stir them up. Then kindle un- der the caldron fire made out of the wood of the cross, and one drop of that potion will cure the worst sickness that ever afflicted human soul Mary and Martha shall receive their Lazarus from the tomb. The damsels shall rise. And on the darkness shall break the morning and God will wipe all tears from their eyes.
 Jesus had enough trial to make him sympathetic with all trial The shortest verse in the Bible tells the story, "Je sus wept." 7" The scar on the back of his either hand, the scar on the arch of either foot, the TOW of scars along the line of the hair, will keep all heaven thinking. Oh, that Great Weeper is just the one to silence all earthly trouble, wipe out all stains of earthly grief. Gentlel Why, his step is softer than the step of the dew. It will not be tyrant bidding you to hush up your crying. It will be a father who will 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.
 Homesick For Heaven.
 Friends, if we could get any appre- citation of what God has in reserve for us, it would make us so homesick we would be unfit for our everyday work. Professor Leonard, formerly of Iowa university, put in my hand a meteoric stone, stone thrown off from some oth- CT world to this. How suggestive it was to mel Aud have to tell you the best representations we have of heaven are only aerolites flung of from that world which rolls op bearing the multitudes of the redeemed. We analyze these aero ites and find them crystallizations of tears. No wonder, flung off from heav- en "God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes. j."
 Have you any appreciation of the good and glorious times your friends are having in heaven? How different it is when they get news there of Chris t:an's death from what it is herel It is the difference between authorization and coming into port. Everything depends upon which side of the river you stand when you hear of 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 re- joice that they come. Oh, the difference between funeral on earth and jubi- lee in heaven.-between requiem here and triumph there-parting here and reunion there! Together Have you thought of it? They are together Not one of your departed friends in one land and another in another land, but to- gether, in different rooms of the same house-tke house of many mansions Together!
 never more appreciated that thought than when we laid away in her last slumber my sister Sarah. Standing there in the village cemetery, looked around and said, "There is father, there is mother, there is grandfather, there is grandmother, there are whole circles of kindred, and thought to myself, "To- gether in the grave-together in glory. I 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 par ents, give my love to my children, give glory. and tell them am trying to fight the good fight of faith and I will join them after awhile. I believe the mes- sage will be delivered, and believe it will increase the gladness of those who are before the throne. Together 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- tion, 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 consummation-
 what is the use of fretting about any thing? Oh, what an exhilaration it
 ought to be in Christian work See you the pinnacles against the sky? It is the city of our God, and we are approach ing 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
 cheerfully 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.