The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1897-10-21

bright and the beautiful soul may &c
free. Coming in like q shock of corr
cometh In In his season" Christ brok,
up a funeral procession at the gat,
Of Main by making a resurrection da,
for q young man and his mother. Anc
would that l could break up youi
sadnesses and halt the long funera
procession Of the worlds grief by
some cheering and cheerful view OF
the last transition.
We all know that husking time wa,
a time Of frost. Frost on the fence
Frost ON the stubble Frost on the
ground. Frost on the bare branches
Of the trees. Frost In the air. Eros,
on the hands Of the huskers. You re.
member we used to hide behind the
corn stacks 80 as to keep of the wind
but still you remember how shiverina
was the body and how painful was
the cheek and how benumbed were
the hands. But after awhile the sun
was high up and all the frosts went
out Of the air, and hilarities awakened
the echoes and Joy from one corn
shock went up, Aha aha!" and was
answered by JOY from another corn
shock, Aha, aha!"
So we all realize that the death OF
our friends is the nipping Of many ex.
pectations, the freezing the chilling
the frosting of many of our hopes. II
is far from being south wind. II
comes from the frigid north, and
when they so away from us we stand
benumbed in body and benumbed in
mind and benumbed in soul. We
stand among our dead neighbors, oui
dead families, and we say. will we
ever get over it?" Yes, we will get
over it amid the shoutings Of heaven.
ly reunion ana we will look back to
all these distresses OF bereavement
only as the temporary dstresses OF
husking time. Weeping may endure
for night, but Joy cometh in the
morning" Light, and but for mo.
ment.' said the apostle as he clapped
his hands, light and but for a mo.
ment." The chill Of the frosts fol.
lowed by the gladness that cometh
in like as u shock of corn cometb
in in his season."
You remember that in the time OF
husking 1t was a neighboring reunion
BY the great fireplace in the winter,
hn Arno ri n thn DI ,riA cd
backlogs on an old fashioned hearth,
OF which the modern stoves and regis.
ters are only the degenerate desceu-
dants, the farmers used to gather and
spend the evening, and there would be
much socialty, but it was not any.
thing like the Joy OF the huskine
time, for then all the farmers came,
and they came In the very best hu-
NOR. and they came from beyond the
meadow, and they came from beyond
the brook and they came from re-
gions two and three miles around.
Good spirit reigned supreme, and
there were great handshakings, and
there was carnival, and there was the
recital Of the brightest experiences
in all their lives, and there was a
neighborhood reunion the memory OF
which makes all the nerves Of my
body tremble with emotion as the
strings OF harp when the fingers Of
player have swept the chords.
The husking time was the time of
neighborhood reunion, and so heaven
will be just that There they come
up! They slept in the old village
churchyard There they come up!
They reclined amid the fountains and
the sculpture and the parterres OF
city cemetery. There they come up!
They went down when the ship foun-
dered off Cape Hatteras. They come
up from all sides-from potter's field
and out OF the solid masonry OF West
minister abbey. They come up! They
come up! All the hindrances to their
better nature husked Off All their
physical ailments husked Off All
their spiritual dependencies husked
off. All their hindrances to useful
ness husked off. The grain. the gol-
den grain, the God fashioned grain,
visible and conspicuous.
Now, in heaven all their offensive
ness has been huBked off. Each one
is as happy as no can be. Every one
he meets as happy al he can be.
Heaven one great neighborhood re-
union. All kings and queens, all
songsters, all millionaires, all ban
queters. God, the father, with his
children all around him. No good
by" in all the air. No grave cut in
all the hills. River of crystal rolling
over bed Of pearl, under arch of chry-
soprasus, into the sea of glasI mingled
with fire. Stand at the gate Of the
granary and see the grain come in,
out Of the frosts into the sunshine,
out of the darkness into the light, out
Of the tearing and the ripping, and
the twisting, and the wrenching. and
the decorating, and the husking timo
Of earth, into the wide open door Cf
the kings granary. like as a shock