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a way to escape that ye may be abl'
to bear it." Oh, this Kings highway
Trees of life on either side, bending
over until their branches interlocl
and drop midway their fruit ane
shade. Houses of entertainment or
either side the road for poor pilgrims
Tables spread with a feast of gooc
things. and walls adorned with apple:
of gold in pictures of silver. l star
out on this Kings highway. and
find harper, and I say, What L
your name?" The harper makes nc
response, but leaves me to guess, a:
with his eyes toward heaven and his
hand upon the trembling strings this
tune comes ripping on the air: ''The
Lord is my light and my salvation
Whom shall I fear? The Lord is the
strength of my life. Of whom shall
I be afraid?"
I go little farther on the same road
and meet a trumpeter of heaven, and
say, Haven't you got some music fol
Il tired pilgrim2" And, wipiny his
lip and taking a long breath, he puts
his mouth to the trumpet and pours
forth this strain, "They shall hunger
no more, neither shall they thirst any
more, neither shall the sun light on
them, nor any heat, for the Lamt
which is in the midst of the throne
shall lead them to living fountains OF
water, and God, shall wipe away all
tears from their eyes" I 60 little
distance farther on the same road, and
I meet a maiden of Israel. ''She has
no harp, but she has cymbals. They
look as if they had rusted from sea
spray, and I say to the maiden of Is.
rael, ''Have you no song for a tired
pilgrim2" And, like the clang of vic
tors shields, the symbals clap as Mir,
lam began to discourse: "Sing ye to
the Lord, for he hath triumphed glo'
riously. The horse and the rider hath
he thrown into the sea-" And then I
see white robed group. They come
bounding toward me, and I say, "Who
are they2 The happiest, and the
brightest, and the fairest in all heaven
who are they2" And the answer
comes, "These are they who came out
of great tribulations and had their
robes washed and made white in the
blood of the Lamb"
pursue this subject only one step
farther. What is the terminus9 I dc
not care how fine road you put me
on, I want to know where it comes out
My text declares it. "The redeemed OF
the Lord come to Zion." You know
what Zion was. That was the kings
palace. It was a mountain fastness.
It was impregnable. And so heaven
is the fastness of the universe. Nc
howitzer has long enough range tc
shell those towers. Let all the batter.
les of earth and hell blaze away. They
cannot break in those gates. Gibral
tar was taken, Sevastopol was taken,
Babylon fell. but these wall of heaven
shall never surrender either to human
or satanic besiegement. The Lord
God Almighty is the defense of it.
Great capital Of the universe! Termi
nus of the Kings highway!
DR.. Dick said that, among othe,
things, he thought in heaven we woulc
study chemistry and geometry and
comic sections. Southey thought thai
in heaven he would have the pleasure
of seeing Chaucer and Shakespeare
Now, DR.. Dick may have his mathe
matics for all eternity, and Southey
his SHAKESPEARE. Give me Christ and
my old friends-that is all the heaven
I want. Christ and his people that
knew on earth-that is heaven enough
for me. Oh, garden of light, whose
leaves never, ,wither. and whose fruits
never fail! Oh, Banquet of God
whose sweetness never pals the taste
and whose guests are kings forever
Oh, city of light, whose walls are sal
vation, and whose gates are praise
Oh, palace of rest, where God is the
monarch and everlasting ages the
length of his reign! Oh, song louder
than the surf beat of many waters
yet soft as the whisper of cherubim
Oh, glorious heaven? When the
last wound is healed. when the las
heartbreak is ended, when the last teal
of earthly sorrow is wiped away, and
when the redeemed of the Lord shall
come to Zion, then let all the harper:
take dewn their harps, and all the
trumpeters take down their trumpets
and all across heaven let there be cho
rus of morning stars. chorus of white
robed victors, chorous of martyrs from
under the throne, chorous of ages
chorous of worlds, and there is bu
one song sung, and but one name
spoken, and but one throne honorec
that of Jesus only.
Murderer and Bigamist.
ROANOKE, Va, Feb. 3.-Jasper j
Hale was married on Sunday evening