Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1896-05-04

ored as to have the 70 gates of heaven
named after them--over one gate of
heaven Naphtali, over another gate Of
heaven 1ssachar, over another Dan. over
another Cad, over another Zebulon.
over another judah, and so on. B11t
Christ's name IS written over all the
gates and on every panel of the gates.
and have his help, his pardon, his inter
cession, his atonement, I must or he a
forlorn wretch forever. My Lord and
my God, make me, and all who hear me
this day, and all to whom these words
shall come, thy repentant, believing,
sworn, consecrated and ransomed fol-
lowers forever!
The Final sz1u1s,rA
What q day it vii De- This entire
assemblage would rise to it's feet if you
could realize it, the day in which Christ
shall, i'll fulfllnent Of my text, divide
the spoil. It was great day when
Queen Victoria, in the midst Of the Cri-
mean war, distributed medals to the sol
diers who had come home sick and
wounded At the Horse guards, i'll pres
ence Of the royal family, the injured
men We're carried in or came on crutches
Colonel Trow bridge, who lost both
feet at Inkermann, and Captain Sayer,
who had the ankle joint of his right leg
shot off at Alma, and Captain Cure,
his disabled limb supported by Il soldier,
and others manned and disfigured and
exhausted--and with her own hand the
queen gave each the Crimean medal
And what triumphant days for those sol
diers when, farther on, they received
the French medal, with the imperial
eagle and the Turkish medal, with its
representation of four fags-France
Turkey, England and Sardinia-and be-
meath it a map of the Crimea spread
over q gun wheel. And what rewards
are suggested to all readers Of history by
mere mention Of the Waterloo medal,
and the Cape medal, and the Gold Cross
medal, and the medals struck for BRAY
cry in our American wars! But how in
significant all these COM ned with tho
day when the good soldiers Of Jesus
Christ shall come III out of the battles
of this world, and III the presence Of all
the piled up galleries of the redeemed
and the unfallen, Jesus, our King shall
divide the spoil! The moro wounds tho
greater the inheritance. The longer tho
forced march the brighter the trophy.
The more terrible the exhaustion the
more glorious the transport. Not the
gift Of brilliant ribbon, CT medal Of
brass, or silver or gold, bat q kingdom
in which we are to reign forever and
ever. Mansions on the eternal hills. Do
minions Of unfading power. Empires Of
uncnding love. Continents Of everlast-
ing light. Atlantic and Pacific oceans CT
billowing joy.
It was n great day when Aurelian, the
Roman emperor, came back from his
victories. In the front of the procession
were wild beasts from all lands, sixteen
hundred gladiators richly clad, wagon
loads Of crowns and trophies presented
by conquered cities. Among the cap
tives Syrians, Egyptians, Cloths, Van
da1s, Sarmatians, Franks, and Zenobia,
the beautiful captive queen, on foot in
chains Of gold that a slave had to help
her carry and jewels under the weight
Of which she almost tainted And then
came the chariot of Aurelian drawn by
four elephants in gorgeous caparison,
and followed By the Roman senate and
the Roman army, and from dawn till
day the procession was passing. Rome
III al h6T n1SECIy Never SAW any JlILS
more magnificent. But how much great
err the day when our conqueror, Jesus,
shall ride under the triumphal arches OF
heaven. His captives, not on foot, but
in chariots, all the Kingdoms of earth
and heaven in procession. The armies
celestial on white horses. Rambling ar
tillery of thunderbolts never again to
be unlimbered. Kingdoms in line, cen
turtles in line, sanity, cherubic. Sc
raphic, arcltangelic splendors in line,
and Christ seated on one great rolling
hosanna, made out of all halleluiahs of
all worlds, shall cry halt to the process
sion. And not forgetting even the hum
blest in all the reach of his omnipres-
ence, he shall rise, and then and there,
his work done and his glory consum-
mated, proceed, amid an ecstasy such es
neither mortal nor immortal ever i'm
agined, to divide the spoil.
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