Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1900-05-14


10 exhaUsting pains, no hospitals of
wounded men. Health swinging in the
air; health flowing in all the streams;
health blooming on the banks. No
headaches, no side aches, no back aches.
That child that died in the agonies Of
Group, hear her voice now ringing in
the anthem; that old man that went
bowed down with the infirmitfes of
age, see him walk now with the step
of an immortal athlete, forever young
again. That night when the needlewO-
man tainted away in the garrett wave
of the heavenly air resuscitated her
forever. For everlasting years to have
neither ache nor pain nor weakness nor
fatigue! Eye hath not seen it; ear
hath not heard it,
l remark further that we can in this
world get no just idea of the splendors
of heaven. John tries to describe them.
He says 1.-The u gates are II pearls"
and that 1.-The foundations Of the wall
are garnished with all manner Of pre-
cious stones" AS we stand looking
through the telescope of st. John we
see a blaze of amethyst and pearl and
emerald and sardonyX and chrysopra-
sus and sapphire, mountain. Of light,
a cataract of color, a sea of glass and
a city like the sun. John bids us look
again, and we see throneS-thrones of
the prophets, thrones of the patriarchs,
thrones of the angels, thrones of the
apostles, thrones of the martyrs, throne
of Jesus, throne of God. And we turn
round to see the glory, and it is thrones,
thrones, thrones!
John bids us look again and see the
great procession of the redeemed pass
ing Jesus, on a white horse, leads the
march, and all the armies of heaven
follow on white horses. Infinite cav
alcade passing, passing; empires press
ing into line; ages following ages;
dispensation tramping after dispersal
ton; glory in the track Of glory; Eu-
rope, Asia, Africa, North and South
America pressing into lines; islands of
the sea shoulder to shoulder; genera
tons before the flood following gener
atoms after the flood, and as Jesus
rises at the head of that great host and
waves his sword in signal Of victory
all crowns are lifted and all ensigns
swung out and all chimes rung and all
halleluahs chanted, and some cry,
GLORY to God most highv' and some,
"Hosanna to the son of Davidw and
some. "Worthy is the Lamb that was
slain.'' till all ordinations of endear-
ment and homage in the vocabulary of
heaven are exhausted and there comes
up surge after surge of "Amen! Amen!
and Amenv Eye hath not seen it;
ear hath not heard it." Skim from the
summer waters the brightest sparkles,
and you will get no idea Of the sheen
of the everlasting sea. Pile up the
splendors of earthly cities, and they
would not make a stepping stone by
which you might mount to the city Of
God. Every house is a palace; every
step is a triumph; every covering of the
head a coronation; every meal is a ban
Quet; every stroke from the tower is a
wedding bell; every day is a jubilee,
every hour q rapture and every mo-
ment an ecstasy. Eye hath not seen
1t; ear hath not heard it,
l remark further we can get no idea
of the reunions of heaven. If you have
ever been across the seas and met a
friend, or even an acquaintance, in
some strange land, you remember how
your blood thrilled and how glad you
were to see him. What will be our joy,
after we have passed the seas of death,
to meet in the bright city of the Lord
those from whom we have long been
separated. After we have been away
from our friends 10 or 10 years and we
come upon them we see how different
ly they look. Their hair has turned,
and wrinkles have come in their faces.
and we say, "HoW you have changedr'
But, oh, when we stand before the
throne, all cares gone from the face,
all marks of sorrow disappeared, and,
feeling the JOY of that blessed land,
methinks we will say to each other,
with an eXultation we cannot now i'm
agine, How you have changedr'
In this world we only meet to part.
1t is goodby, goodby; farewells floating
in the air. We hear it at the rail car
window and at the steamboat wharf
goodby. Children lisp it and old age
answers it. Sometimes we say it in a
light "goodby"-and sometimes
with anguish in which the soul breaks
down. Goodby! All, that is the word
that ends the thanksgiving banquets!
That is the word that comes in to close
the Christmas chant. Goodby, goodby!
But not so in heaven. Welcomes in the
air, welcomes at the gates, welcomes
at the house Of many mansions, but no
goodby. That group is constantly be-
ing augmented. They are going up
from our circles of earth to join tilt
tie voices to join the anthem, little
hands to take hold in the great home
circle. little feet to dance in the eternal
glee, little crowns to be cast down be-
fore the feet of Jesus. Our friends are
in two groups-a group this side of the
river and a group on the other side Of