Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1898-05-23
il is lust SO with our families

land Now one goes out. On, how hard
it is to part with him. Another goes.
Oh, how hard it is to part with her
And another and another, and we our
seln,,s viii after awhile go over, and
then we will be together. Oh, what q
reunion Do you believe that? Eyes, :"
you say. Oh, you do not. You do not
believe it as you believe other things.
IF yoa do, and with the same emphasis,
why it would take nine enths Of your
trouble Of your heart The fact is
heaven to many of us is a great fog. It
is away off somewhere, filed with an
uncertain and indefinite population.
That is the kind Of heaven that many
Of US dream about, but it is the most
tremendous fact in all this universe
this heaven Of the gospel. Our departed
friends are not afoat. The residence in
which you live is not so real as the res
idence in which they stay. You are
afoat-you who do not know in the
morning what will happen before night.
They are housed and safe forever. Do
not, therefore, pity your departed
friends who have died in Christ. They
do not need any of your pity. You
might as well send a letter Of condo
lence to Queen Victoria on her obscurity
Or to the Rothschilds on their poverty
as to pity those who have won the palm.
Do not say of those who are departed:
''Poor childr' tsPoor fatherr' ''Poor
mother!' They are not poor. You are
poor-you whose homes have been shat
tered, not they. You do not dwell much
with your families in this world. All
day long you are off to business. VIII
it not be pleasant when you can be to-
gether all the while? If you have had
four children and one is gone, and any
body asks how many children you have,
do not be SO infdel as to say three. Say
four-one in heaven. Do not think that
the grave is unfriendly. You go into
your room and dress for some grand en-
tertainment, and you come forth beau
tifully appareled, and the grave is only
the place where we go to dress for the
glorious resurrection, and we will come
out radiant, mortality having become
Immortality Oh, how much coincidence
there is in this thought. expect to see
my kindred in heaven. [ expect to see
them just as certainly as I expect to go
home today. Aye, shall more certain
ly see them. Eight or ten will come up
from the graveyard back of Somerville,
and one will come from the mountains
back of Annoy, China, and another will
come up from the sea off Cape Hatteras,
and so will come up from Greenwood,
and [ shall know them better than l ev-
er knew them here.
Morning of the Resurrection.
nd x-c71,s fri tIoxy " no ocy.oco
the sea, but the trumpet that sounds
here will sound there. You will come
up on just the same day. Some morning
you have oversight yourself and you
open your eyes and see that the sun is
high in the heavens and you say, 81
have oversight and [ must be up and
away" So you will open your eyes on
the morning of the resurrection, in the
full blaze of Gods light, and you will
say, 81 must be up and away" Oh,
yes, you will come up and there will
be a reunion, a reconstruction of your
family l like what Halliburton q
think it was)-good old Mr.. Halliburton
said in his last moments: 81 thank
God that l ever lived and that l have a
father in heaven and mother in heaven
heaven, and I am now going up to see
them. -
| remark once more, our troubles in
this world are preparative for glory.
What a transition it was for Paul
from the slippery deck of laundering
ship to the calm presence of Jesus
What transition it was for Latimer-
from the stake to a throne What a
transition it was for Robert Hall-from
insanity to gloryl What transition it
was for Richard Baxter-from the
dropsy to the Saints Everlasting
Restl'' And what transition it will
be for you-from q world Of sorrow to
a world of joy John Holland, when he
was dying, said: "What means this
brightness in the room? Have you light
ed the candles?' NO." they replied,
1--WE have not lighted any candles"
Then said he, Welcome, heaveni'' the
light already beaming upon his pillow.
Oh, We who are prosecuted in this world,
your enemies will get off the track after
among the thrones Ho, We who are sick
nowl No medicines to take there. One
breath Of the eternal hills will thrill
you with immortal vigor. And We who
are lonesome now, there will be million
spirits to welcome you into their COM
partnership! Oh, We bereft souls, there
will be no gravedigger' spade that will
cleave the side of that hill, and there
will be no dirge wailing from that tenn
p1el The river of God, deep as the joy
of heaven, will roll on between banks
odorous with balm and over depths
bright with jewels and under skies
roseate with gladness, argosies Of light
going down the stream to the stroke of
glittering oar and the song Of angels!
Not one sigh in the wind; not one tear
with the waters