Connecticut western news., 1900-12-13

landed, and yet to great many heav- en Is not real place. To you heaven is fog bank in the distance. After the resurrection has come you will have resurrected foot and something to tread on and a resurrected eye and colors to see with 1t and resurrected ear and music to regale it. Smart men in this day are making a great deal of fun about St. Johns materialistic de- scriptions of heaven. Well. now, my friends, if you will tell me what will be the use of resurrected body in heaven with nothing to tread on and nothing to hear and nothing to handle and nothing to taste then 1 will laugh too. Are you going to float about in ether forever, swinging about your hands and feet through the air indiscrimi- nately, one moment sweltering In the center of the sun and the next moment shivering in the mountains of the moon? That Is not my heaven. Dis satisfied with Johns materialistic heav- en, theological tinkers are trying to patch up a heaven that will do for them at last. I never heard of any heaven I want to go to except St. Johns heaven. I believe I shall hear MT. Toplady sing yet and Isaac Watts recite hymns and Mozart play. "Oh," you say, where would you get the or ganY The Lord will provide the or gan. Don't you bother about the organ. I believe I shall yet see David with harp, and will ask him to sing one of the songs of Zion. I believe after the resurrection I shall see Massillon, the great French pulpit orator, and l shall hear from his own lips how he felt on that day when he preached the kings funeral sermon and flung his whole audience into paroxysm of grief and solemnity. 1 have no patience with your transcendental, gelatinous, gase- ous heaven. My heaven Is not fog bank. My eyes are unto the hills, the everlasting hills. The Kings ferryboat, starting from a wharf on this side, will go to a wharf on the other side.
 Friends to Greet Us.
 Again, my subject teaches that when we cross over at the last we shall be met at the landing. When David and his family went over in the ferryboat spoken of in the text. they landed amid a nation that had come out to greet them. As they stepped from the deck of the boat to the shore there were thousands of people who gathered around them to express a satisfaction that was beyond description. And so you and I will be met at the landing. Our arrival will not be like stepping ashore at Antwerp or Constantinople among crowd of strangers. 1t will be among friends, good friends, those who are warm hearted friends, and all their friends. We know people whom we have never seen by hearing somebody talk about them very much. We know them almost as well as If we had seen them. And do you not suppose that our parents and brothers and sisters and children in heaven have been talk ing about us all these. years and talk ing to their friends? So that, l sup pose, when we cross the river at the last we shall not only be met by all those Christian friends whom we knew on earth, but by all their friends. They will come down to the landing to meet us. Your departed friends love you now more than they ever did. You will be surprised at the last to find how they know about all the affairs of your life. Why, they are only across the ferry, and the boat is coming this way, and the boat is going that way. l do not know but they have already asked the Lord the day, the hour, the mo- ment, when you are coming across and that they know now, but I do know that you will be met at the landing. The poet Southey said he thought he should know Bishop Heber in heaven by the portraits he had seen of him in London, and Dr. Randolph said he thought he would know William Cow per, the poet, in heaven from the pie lures he had seen of him in England, but we will know our departed kindred by the portraits hung in the throne room of our hearts.
 On starlight nights you look up-and I suppose 1t is so with any one who has friends in heaven-on starlight nights you look up, and you cannot help but think of those who have gone, and I suppose they look down and cannot help but think of us. But they have the advantage of us. We know not just where their world of joy Is. They know where we are.
 Glorious Consolation.
 There was romance as well as Chris tan beauty in the life of Dr. Adoniram Judson, the Baptist missionary, when he concluded to part from his wife, she to come to America to restore her health, he to go back to Burma to preach the gospel. They had started from Burma for the United States to- gether; but, getting near St. Helena, Mrs. Judson was so much better she said: Well, now I can get home very easily. You go back to Burma and preach the gospel to those poor people. I am almost well. I shall soon be well, and then I will return to you" After she had made that resolution, terrific In it's grief, willing to give up her hus- band for Christ's sake, she sat down in her room and with trembling hand wrote some eight or ten verses, four of which will now give you:
 We part on this green islet, love
 Thou for the eastern main;
 for the setting sun. love;
 Oh, when to meet againl
 When we knelt to see our Henry die
 And heard his last faint moan,
 Each wiped away the others tears;
 Now each must weep alone.
 And who can paint mutual joy
 When, all our wandering OCT,
 We both shall clasp infants three
 At home on Burma's shoreP
 But higher shall our raptures glow
 On yon celestial plain
 When loved and parted here below
 Meet ne'er to part again.
 She folded that manuscript. A re- lapse of her disease came on, and she died. Dr. Judson says he put her away for the resurrection on the Isle of St. Helena. They had thought to part for year or two. Now they parted for ever so far as this world is concerned. And he says he hastened on board after the funeral with his little children to start for Burma, for the vessel had al-