Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1898-12-10

III the heavenly CITY De I'D Huuso
fronting the royal plaza, right by the
imperial fountain. or in the heights
overlooking the river Of life, the char
lots of salvation hating at your door,
while these visit yen who are more than
oonquerors and those who are kings and
queens unto God forever.
You, my brother, and you, my sister,
who have it so hard here. will have it
60 fire and grand there that you will
hardly know yourself and will feel dis
posed to dispute your own identity, aud
the first time see you there l will cry
out, Didn't tell you so when you sat
down there il! the pew and looked in
credulous because you thought it too
good to Lee irue?' And you will an
swer, You were right-the half was
not told me- So I open your dark say
ing of dependency and complaint On
my gospel harp and give you just one
bar Of music, for Go not pretend to BIZ
much of player 1.-The Lamb which
is in the midst CT the throne shall lead
them to living fountains of water, and
God shall wipe away all tears from
their eyes. Eut, must confess, am
a little perplrxed how some of you
good Cbristiansar going to get through
the gate, because there will be SO many
there to greet you, and they will all
want to shake hands at once aud will
all want the first kiss. They will have
beard that you are coming, and they
will all press around to welcome you
and will want you to say whether you
know them after being so long parted.
Amid the tussle and romp of reunion
I tell you whose hand of welcome you
had better first clasp, and whose cheek
is entitled to the first kiss. 1t is the
hand and the cheek of him without
whom you would never have got there
ct Ill, the Lord Jesus, the darling of
the skies, as he cries out, II have loved
thee with an everlasting love, and the
fires could not burn it and the foods
could not drown it, Then you, my
dear people, having no more use for my
poor harp, on which l used to open your
dark sayings and whose chords some
times snapped, despoiling the sym
phony, you will take down your own
harps from the willows that grow by
the eternal water courses and play to-
eether those celestial airs, some of the
names of which are entitled "The King
In His Beauty, - 1.-THE Land That Was
Far Off," And as the last dark curtain
of mystery is forever lifted it will be
as though all the oratorios that were
ever heard had been rolled into one and
"Israel In Egypt, and "Jephtha's
Daughters, and Beethoven's Cover
ture In c." and Ritter's first "Sonata
In D Minor" and the Creation, {" and
the messiah" had been blown from
the lips of one trumpet or been invoked
by the sweep Of one bow or had dropped
from the vibrating chords of Que harp.
Adjourned to Eternity.
But here l must slow up lest in try
ing to solve mysteries add to the mys-
terry that we Lave already wondered at
namely, why preachers should keep
on after all the hearers are tired. So l
gather up into one great armful ali the
why's and hows and wherefores of your
life and mine, which we have not had
time or the ability to answer, and write
on them the words, Adjourned to
eternity" l rejoice that we do not I'M
derstand all things now, for if we did
what would we learn in heaven? If we
knew it all down here in the freshman
and sophomore class, what would be
the use of our going up to stand amid
the juniors and the seniors: If we could
put down one leg of the compass and
with the other sweep circle clear
around all the inscTutablos. il we could
lift our little steolyards and weigh the
throne OF tine Omnipoteut, if we could
with CIR seven day clock measure eter-
nifty, what would be left fer heavenly
revelation: 80 move that We cheer
fully aGjocra what is now beyond our
comprehension, and as. according to
Ro!lin, tie Historian, Alexander the
Great, having obtained the gold casket
in which Darius had kept his rare per-
fums, used that aromatic casket there
after to keep bis favorite copy Of Homer
in and called the book therefore, the
edition Of the casket, y aud at night
nut the caszet and his sword under his
pillow, so pat this day into the per-
fumed cusket of your richest affections
and hopes, this promise worth more
than anything Homer ever wrote or
sword ever conquered, What | do
thou knowest not now, but thou shalt
know hereafter, and that call the
edition celestial. :"