The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1897-03-19

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graph chart you have no idea how
many cities are connected together, and
how many lands. Nearly all the neigh
borhoods of the earth seem reticulated,
and news flies from city to
city, and from continent to con-
tinent. But more rapidly go the
tidings from earth to Heaven, and
when a prodigal returns it is an
nounced before the throne of God
And If these souls now present should
enter the Kindom there would be some
one in the Heavenly Kingdom to say;
That's may father" ''That's my moth
err" THAT'S my son" 'That's the one
1 used to pray for" ''That's the one for
whom 1 wept SO many tears" and one
soul would say: ''Hosannaw and an
| other soul woul say: ''Hallelujah"
Pleased with the news the saints below
In songs their tongues EMPLOY
Beyond the skies the tidingS go,
And Heaven is filled with JOY.
Nor angels can their joy contain,
But kindle with new fire;
The sinner lost is found, they sing,
And strike the sounding Tyre.
At the banquet of Luculls sat CicerU
the Orator; at the Macedonia festival
sat Philip the ConquerOr; 1t the Grecian
banquet sat Socrates the Philosopher;
but at our Fathers table sit all the re-
turned prodigals, more than conquer
ers. The table is so wide, its leaves
reach across as and lands Its guests
are the redeemed of earth and the
g1orifed of Heaven. The ring Of
Gods forgiveness on every hand.
The robe of a Saviours right
eousness adroop from every Shout
der The wine that CLOVIS in
the cups is from the bowls of 10000
sacraments- Let all the redeemed of
earth and all the glorifed of Heaven
rise, and with cleaning chalices drink
to the return. of a thousand prodigals.
Sing, sing, sing! worthy is the Lamb
that was slain to receive blessing, and
riches, and honor, and glory, and power,
world without endr' That scene of
jubilence comes out before me this mo-
ment as in sort of picture gallery. All
Heaven in pictures.
Look, look! There is Christ. Cuyp
painted Him for earthly galleries, and
Correggio and Tintoretto and Ben amin
West and Dore painted Him for earth
" galleries, but all those pictures are
eclipsed by this masterpiece of Heaven.
Christ! Christ! There is Paul, the
hero of the Sanhedrim, and of
Agrippa's court room, and of
Mars Hill, and of Neros in
fanny, shaking his chained fist in
the face of teeth-chattering roy
atty. Here is Joshua, the fighter of
Bethoron and Gideon. the man that
postponed shutdown. And here is Wash
ii, the profligacy of the Persian court,
unable to remove her veil of modesty
or rend it, or lift it. All along the cor
ridors of this picture gallery l find
other great heroes and heroines-
David with his harp, and Miri
am with the cymbals, and Zach
ariah with the scroll and
St. John with the seven walls, and the
resurrection angel with the trumpet.
On, further in the corridors, see the
faces of our loved ones, the cough gone
from the throat, the wanness gone from
the cheek, the WEAKNESS gone from the
limbs, the languor gone from the eye.
Let us go up and greet them. Let us
go up and embrace them. Let us go up
and live with them. We will! we will
From this hilltop / catch a glimpse of
those hilltops where all sorrow and
signing shall be done away. Oh, that
God would make that world to us
reality. Faith in that world helped
old DIR. Tying when he stood by the
casket of his dead son whose arm had
been torn off in the threshing machine,
death ensuing, and DIR. Tying, with in
finite composure, preached the fu-
neral sermon of his own beloved
son. Faith in that world helped
Martin Luther without one tear
to put away in death his favorite
child. Faith in that world helped the
dying woman to see on the sky the let
ter ''W, F" and they asked her what she
supposed that letter ''YV" on the sky
meant. "Oh," she said, don't you
know? wv stands for Welcome" Oh,
Heaven, swing open thy gates. Oh,
Heaven, roll upon us some of the sum
shine anthems. Oh, Heaven, flash upon
us the vision of thy luster. On old
writer tells us of ship coming from
India to France. The crew was made up
of French sailors who had been long
the coast of France the men skipped
the deck with glee, and they pointed to
the spires of the churches where they
once worshipped and to the hills where
they had played in boyhood. Butwhen
the ship came into port, and these sail
ors saw father and mother and wife and
loved ones on the wharf, they sprang
ashore and rushed up the banks into
the city, and the captain had to get
another crew to bring the ship to her
mornings. So Heaven will after
awhile come SO fully in sight we can
see its towers. its mansions, its hills,
and as we go into port and our loved
ones shall call from that shining shore
and speak our names we will spring to
the beach, leaving this old ship of a
world to be managed by another crew.
our rough yoyaging of the seas ended
forever.