The Progress., 1897-03-13

and all tho glorifled of heaven rise ano
with cleaning chalices drink to tho return
of thousand prodigals. Sing, sing, sing!
Worthy is the Lams that was slain to re-
ceive blessing and riches and honor and
glory and power, world without end!"
That scene of jubilance comes out before
me this moment ms in Il sort of picture
gallery. All heaven In pictures.
Look, look! There is Christi Cuyp paint
ed him for earthly galleries, and Corrcggio
and TintOretto and Benjamin West and
Dore painted him for earthly galleries, but
all those pictures are collapsed by this mas
terpiece of heaven. Christ, Christ! There
IL Paul, the hero of the sanhedrin, and of
Agrippa's courtroom, and of Mars hill,
and of Nero s infamy, shaking his chained
fist In the very face of teeth chattering roy
atty. Here is Joshua, the fighter of Beth
oron and Gideon, the man that postponed
shutdown. And here is Vashtf, the profit
gacy of the Persian court unable to remove
her veil of modesty OF rend 1t or lift 1T.
And along the corridors of this picture
gallery l find other great heroes and hero
ines-David with his harp, and Miriam
with the cymbals, and Zechariah with the
SCROLL and ST. John with the seven walls,
and the resurrection angel with tho trun-
pet. On, farther in the corridors, sec the
faces of our loved ones. The cough gone
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 sigh
ing shall be done away. Oh, that God
would make that world to us a reality !
Faith in that world helped old DIR. Tying
when no stood by the casket of his dead
son whose arm had been torn off in tho
thrashing rachine, death ensuing, and
DR.. Tying, with infinite cOmposure, preach
ed the funeral sermon of his own beloved
son. Faith in that world helped Martin
Luther without ono tear to put away In
death his favorite child. Faith in that
world helped the dying woman to sec on
the sky the letter "W," and they asked
her what she supposed that letter ''W'' on
the sky meant. "Oh,' she said, "don't
you know? W. stands for Welcome ="
Oh, heaven, swing open thy gates! Oh,
heaven, roll upon us some Of the sunshine
anthems! Oh, heaven, flash upon us the
vision of thy luster! An old writer tells us
of ship coming from India to France.
| The crew was made up of French sailors
| who had been long from home, and as the
ship came along the coast of France the
| men skipped the deck with glee, and they
! pointed to the spires Of the churches whero
they once worshiped and to the hills where
| they had played in Eoyhood. But when the
ship came into port, and these sailors saw
father and mother and wife and loved ones
| on the wharf, they sprang ashore and rush
| ed up the banks into the city, and the cap
i, tain had tc get another crew to bring the
ship to her r,oorings. So heaven will after
awhile como so fully In sight wc can Sex
! It's towers, its mansions its hills, and n:
we go into Port and our loved ones shat
call from that shining shore and speak ou1
names we will spring to the beach, leaving
this old ship of world to be managed b.
another crew our rough voyaging of thu
| seas ended forever.
The Art of Bow Tying.