The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1900-05-23

are garnlSheo with all manner OF
precious stones" AS We stand looking
through the telescope of St. John, we
see blaze Of amethyst and pesrl and
emerald and sardonyx and chrysoprasus
and sapphire, mountain Of light, a
cataract Of color, sea Of glass and a
city like the sun. John bids US look
again, and we see thrones-throues OF
the prophets, thrones Of the pstrlarchs,
thrones of the angels, thrones OF the
apostles, thrones Of the martyrs, throne
OF Jesus-thloae of God. ANA we
turn round to see the glory, and 1t is
thrones, thrones, thrones! :,
John bids US look again snd see the
GREAT procession Of the redeemed pass,
ing Jesus, on white horse, leads the
march. and ali the armies Of heaven
follcw on white horses. Infinite caval
cade passing, passing; empires pressing
into line, ages following ages. Dis
pensatiop trauping after dispensation.
Glory in the track of glory. Europe,
Asia. Africa, North and South America
pressing into lines. Islands Of the sea
shoulder to shoulder. Generations be-
fore the food following generations
after the food, and as Jesus rises at
the head of that great host and waves
his sword in signal of victory, sll
CROWDS are lifted and all enslgns swung
out and all chimes rung and all halle
luiahs chanted, and some cry, Glory
to God most high!' and some, "Ho
sanna 10 the son Of Davidr' and some,
Worthy is the Lamb that was slain!
till all exclamations Of endearment
and homage in the vocabulary OF
heaven are exhausted, aud there comes
up surge after surge Of amen! Amen!
and Amen!' 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 upthe splen,
doris Of earthly cities, and they would
not make stepping stone by which
you might mount to the city OF God
Every house is a palace. Every step
is triumph. Every covering of the
head coronation. Every meal IS a
bsrouet. Every stroke from the tower
is wedding bell. Every day is ju,
biIee, every hour rapture and every
moment an ecstasy. Eye hath not
seen it, ear hath not heard it."
remark further, We can get no idea
Of the reunions of heaven. If you
have ever been across the seas and met
6 friend or even sn Acquaintance ln
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 Lorc
those from whom we have long beer
separated. After We have been away
from our friends 10 or IS years and VT
come upon them We see how differently
they look. Their hair has turned, anc
wrinkles have come in their faces, ane
We say, How you have cl,augeo!
But, oh, when We stsro before the
throne, sll cares gone from The face
all marks Of sorrow disappeared ant
feeling the Joy of that blessed land
uethiDks We will say to each othel
With an exultation We cannot nov
Imagine, How you have chapgeo?"
In this word We only meet to psrt
It is goodby, zoodby. Farewells foat,
ing the air. We hear it at the rail Cal
window aud at the steamboat wharf
good bye. Children lisp it, and old
age answers it. Sometimes we say II
in light way" goodbye'-and some
times with anguish in which the soul
breaks dovn-goodbye! All, that i:
the word that ends the thanksgiving
banquet; that is the word that come:
in 10 close the Christmas chant. Good
bye, gyodbyc. But not so in heaven.
Welcomes in the air, welcomes at the
house of many mansions, but no good
bye. That group is constantly being
augmented. They are going up from
our circles of earth to join it-llttle
voices to join the anthem, little hands
10 take held in the great home circle,
little feet to dance in the eternal glee,
little crowns to be cast down before the
feet Of Jesus. Our friends are in two
groups-a group this side Of the river
and group on the other side of the
river. Now there goes one from this
to that and another from this to that.
and soon We will all be gone over. How
many of your loved ones have already
entered upon that blessed place? If
should take paper and pencil, do you
think could put them sll DOWN. All,
my friends, the waves of Jordan roal
so hoarsely re cannot hear the joy or
the other side when that group is aug
nented.
a little ,hild's mother had died, anc
they comforted her. They said
Your mother has gone to heaven
Don't cry" And the next day they
went to the graveyard, and they laid
the body Of the mother down into the
ground, and the little girl came up to
the verge of the grave and, looking
said, is this heaven?" We have nc
idea what heaven is. 1t is the grave
hcre-it is darkness here-but there is
merrymaking yonder. Methinks when
. soul arrives, some angel takes ii
around to show it the wonders Of that
blessed place. The usher angel says to
the newly arrived: These are the
martyrs that persisted at Piedmont;
these were torn to pieces at the inquisi-
ton; this is the throne of the great
Jehovah; this is Jesus" / am going
to see Jesus" said a dying boy. II
am going to see Jesus" The missionary
said, You sre sure you will see him?'
"Oh, yes; that's what I want to
go TO heaven for. But" said the
missionary, suppose Jesus should 60
away from heavep-what then?' |
should follow him, said the dying boy.
But if Jesus went down to hell-what
then?' The dying boy thought for a
mnnent and then said "Wbera Jesus