The Canton times. (Canton, Miss.) 1893-1906, 1896-05-15

Ridley?' We will want to see tht
, boulevards where the chariots O.
conquerors roll / will want to see
the garden where the princes walk. W.
will want to see Music row, where
Handel and Haydn and Mozart and
Charles Wesley and Thomas Hasting'
and Bradbury have their homes, out OF
their windows, ever and anon, rolling
some snatch of an earthly oratorio OF
hymn transported with the composer.
We will want to see Revival terrace,
where Whitefield and Nettleton and
Payson and Rowland Hill and Charles
Finney and other giants of soul-reap'
ing are resting from their almost SUI
pernatural labors, their doors thronged
with converts just arrived, coming to
report themselves.
But brilliant as the sunset, and like
the leaves for number, are the celes-
tial homes yet to be awarded. when
Christ to you, and millions of Others,
shall divide the spoil. What do you
want there? You shall have it. An
orchard? There it is; ~ manner OF
fruits and fruit every month. Do yon
want river scenery? Take your choice
on the banks of the river, in longer.
wider, deeper roll than Danube or
Amazon or Mississippi if mingled into
| one, and emptying into the sea OF
glass. mingled with fire. Do you want
| your kindred back again? Go out and
meet your father and mother without
the staff or the stoop, and your chill
dren in dance of immortal glee. Do
you want throne? Select it from the
billion FURNISHED elevations. Do you
want crown? Pick it out of that
mountain of diamonded coronets. Do
you want your old church friends Of
earth around you? Begin to hum an
old revival tune and they will flock
from all quarters to revel with you in
sacred "Reminiscences. All the earth for
those who are here on earth at the time
of continental and planetary distribu-
ton, and all the heavens for those who
are there.
What day it will be! This entire
assemblage would rise to it's feet if you
could realize it, the day in which Christ
shall, in fulfllment of my text, devide
the spoil. 1t was great day when
Queen Victoria, in the midst of the
Crimean war, distributed medals to
the soldiers who had come home
sick and wounded. At the Horse
guards, in presence of the royal,
family, the injured men were
carried in or came on crutches-
Col. Trowbridge, who lost both feet at
mixer mann; and Capt Sayer, who had
the ankle joint of his right leg shot
off at Alma; and Capt. Cure, his disa-
bled limb supported by a soldier. and
others manned, and disfgured, and ex-
hausted--and with her own hands the
queen gave each the Crimean medal.
And what triumphant days for those
soldiers when, further on, they received
the French medal, with the imperial
eagle, and the Turkish medal, with its
representation OF four f1ags-France,
Turkey, England and Sardinia-and
beneath it a m ap of the Crimea spread
over gunwheel. And what rewards
are suggested to all read rs of history
by mere mention of the Waterloo med
al, and the Cape medal, and the Gold
cross medal, and the medals struck for
bravery in our American wars.
But how insignificant all these when
compared with the day when the good
soldiers of Jesus Christ shall come In
out of the battles of this world, and in
the presence of all the piled-up CALLER.
les of the redeemed and the unfallen,
Jesus, our King, shall divide the spoil.
The more wounds, the greater the
inheritance. The longer the forced
march, the brighter the trophy. The
more terrible the exhaustion, the more
glorious the transport Not the gift
of brilliant ribbon, or medal of
brass, or silver, or gold, but king
dom in which we are to reign forever
and ever. Mansions ON the eternal hills.
Dominions of unfading power. EN-
pires of unending love. Continents of
everlasting light. Atlantic and Pacific
oceans of billowing joy. 1t was a
day when Aurelian, the Roman emper-
or, came back from his victories. In the
front of the procession were wild
beasts from all lands, 1000 gladiators
richly clad, wagon loads of crowns and
trophies presented by conquered
cities among the captives Syrians,
Egyptians, Goths, Vandals Sar-
matians, Franks; and Zenobia, the
beautiful captive queen, on foot in
chains of gold that slave had to help
her carry, and jewels under the
weight of which she almost fain ted.
And then came the chariot Aurelian,
drawn by four elephants in gorgeous
caparison, and followed by the Ro-
man senate and the Roman army;
and from dawn till dark the pro-
cession was passing. Rome in all her
history never saw anything more
marnificent But how much rraatar