Connecticut western news., 1899-11-09

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 Life In Heaven.
 But now into that reception room pour the glorlfied kinsfolk, enough of earthly retention to let you know them, but without their wounds or their sicknesses or their troubles. See what heaven has done for them-so radiant, so gleeful, so transportingly lovely! They call you by name. They greet you with an ardor proportioned to the anguish of your parting and the length of your separation. Father! Mother! There is your child. Sisters! Brothers! Friends! 1 wish you joy. For years apart, together again in the reception room of the old homestead. You see, they will know you are com ing. There are so many immortals filling all the spaces between here and heaven that news like that flies like lightning. They will be there in an instant. Though they were in some other world on errand from God, signal would be thrown that would fcech them. Though you might at first feel dazed and overawed at their supernal splendor. all that feeling will be gone at their first touch of heavenly salutation, and we will say: "Oh, my lost boy!" .'Oh, my lost companionw "Oh, my lost friend! Are we here to- getherT What scenes in that recep- ton room of the old homestead have been witnessed There met Joseph and Jacob. finding 1t a brighter room than anything they saw in Pharaoh's whom he once lasted and wept; Mary and Lazarus after the heartbreak of Bethany; Timothy and grandmother Lois; Isabella Graham and her sailor son; Alfred and George Goodman, the mystery of the sea at last made mani fest Luther and Magdalene, the daughter he bemoaned; John Howard and the prisoners whom he gospelized, and multitudes without number who, once so weary and so sad. parted on earth. but gloriously met in heaven. Among all the rooms of that house there is no one that more enraptures my soul than that reception room. Tn my Fathers house are many rooms."
 The ThronerOom.
 Another room in our Fathers house is the throneroom. We belong to the royal family. The blood of King Jesus flows in our veins, so we have a right to enter the throneroom. It is no easy thing on earth to get through even the outside door of kings residence. During the Franco-German war, one eventide in the summer of 1870, l stood studying the exquisite sculpturing of the gate of the Tuileries, Paris. Lost that gate, I knew not that l was ex- citing suspicion. Lowering my eyes to the crowds of people, l found my self being closely inspected by the gov ernmental officials, who from my com plexion, judged me to be German and that for some belligerent purpose I might be examining the gates of the palace. My explanation in very poor French did not satisfy them, and they followed me long distances until l reached my hotel and were not satis fled until from my landlord they found that I was only an inoffensive American. The gates of earthly pal aces are carefully guarded, and if so, how much more the throneroom! A dazzling place is 1t for mirrors and all costly art. No one who ever saw the throneroom of the first and only Napoleon will ever forget the letter N embroidered in purple and gold on the upholstery of chair and window. the lot M In hn NJ chased on the chalices, the letter N flaming from the ceiling. What con- fiagration of brilliance the throneroom of Charles Immanuel of Sardinia, of Ferdinand of Spain, of Elizabeth of England, of Boniface of Italy! But the throneroom of our Fathers house hath a glory eclipsing all the throne rooms that ever saw scepter wave or crown glitter or foreign ambassador bow, for our Fathers throne is throne of grace, a throne of mercy, throne of holiness, a throne of justice. throne of universal dominion. We need not stand shivering and cover ing before 1t, for our Father says we may yet one day come up and sit on 1t beside him. ITO him that overcom- eth will I grant to sit with me in my throne" You see. we are princes and princesses. Perhaps now we move about incognito, as Peter the Great in the garb of ship carpenter at Am sterdam or as Queen Tirzah in the dress of peasant woman seeking the prophet for her child's cure, but 1t will he found out after awhile who we are when we get into the throneroorn. Aye, we need not wait until then. We may by prayer and song and spiritual uplifting this moment enter the throne room. O King, live forever! We touch the scepter and prostrate our selves at thy feet.
 The crowns of the royal family of this world are tossed about from gen eration to generation and from family to family. There are men comparative ly young In Berlin who have seen the crown on three emperors. But wher- ever the coronets of this world rise or fall they are destined to meet In one place. And I look and see them com west, the Spanish crown, the Italian cTOWu, Ine EuRlSn crown, the Iurk- ish crown, the Russian crown, the Per. sian crown-aye, all. the crowns from under the great archivolt of heaven and while I watch and wonder they are all flung in rain of diamonds around the pierced feet.
 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun
 Does bis successive journeys run
 His kingdom stretch from shore to shore
 Till shall rise and set more.
 Oh, that throneroom of Christ! "In my Fathers house are many rooms"
 Music of Heaven.
 Another room in our Fathers house is the music room. St. John and other Bible writers talk so much about the music of heaven that there must be music there perhaps not such as on earth was thrummed from trembling string or evoked by touch of ivory key; but, if not that, then something I better. There are so many Christian harpists and Christian composers and