St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1901-05-18

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after knowledge, but have no time to
get it, and say: '.If I had the oppor-
tunities which other people have, how
I would fill my mind and soul with
grand thoughts!" Be not discouraged,
INV friends. You are going to the uni
yersity yet. Death will only matricu-
late YOU into the royal college Of the
universe.
Besides that, we shall have all the
pleasures of association. We will go
right up in the front of God without
any fright. All our sins gone, there
Will be nothing to be frightened about.
There our old Christian friends will
troop around us. just as now one Of
your sick friends goes away to Florida,
the land of flowers, or the south OF
France, and you will not see him for
a long while, and after awhile you
meet him, and the hollows under the
eyes are all filled and the appetite has
come back and the crutch has been
thrown away, and he is so changed you
hardly know him. You say: "Why,
never saw you look SO WELL" He says:
81 couldn't help but be well. I have
been sailing these rivers and climbing
these mountains, and that's how got
this elasticity. I never was SO we'll"
Oh, my friends, your departed loved
ones are only away for their health in
better climate, and when you meet
them they will be SO changed, and
after awhile, when you are assured
that they are your friends, your de-
parted friends, you will say: "Why.
where is that cough? Where is that
paralysis? Where is that pneumonia?
Where is that consumption" And he
will say: "Oh, am entirely well.
There are no sick ones in this country.
I have been ranging these hills, and
hence this elasticity. have been here
now 20 years, and not one sick one have
/ seen. We are all well in this cli-
mate"
And then I stand at the gate of the
Celestial city to see the professions
come out, and I see long procession
of little children, with their arms full
of flowers, and then see procession
of kings and priests moving in Celes-
tial pageantry-a long procession, but
no black tasseled vehicle. no mourning
group, and I say: allow strange it is!
Where is your Greenwood? Where is
YOUR Laurel Hill? Where is your Vest
minister abbey?" And they shall cry:
"There are no graves here" And then
listen for the tolling of the old belfries
of Heaven, the old belfries of eternity.
listen to hear them toll for the dead.
They only strike up silvery chime,
tower to tower, east gate to west gate.
as they ring out: "They shall hunger
no more, neither thirst any more,
neither shall the sun light on them nor
any heat, for the Lamb which is in the
midst of the throne shall lead them to
living fountains Of water, and God
shall wipe away all tears from their
|eyes."
Oh, unglove your hand and give it to
me in congratulation on that scene! /
feel as if I could shout. ] will shout.
Dear Lord, forgive me that ever COM
planned about anything. If all this is
before us, who cares for anything but
God and Heaven and eternal brother
hood? Take the Grape off the door
bell. Your loved ones are only away
for their health in a land ambrosiai
Come, Lowell Mason; come, Isaac
Watts. Give us your best hymn about
Joy celestial.
What is the use of postponing our
Heaven any longer? Let it begin now
and whatsoever hath a harp let him
thrum it, and whosoever hath trum-
net let him blow it, and whatsoever
hath an organ let him give us full
diapason. They crowd down the air
spirits blessed, moving in cavalcade OF
triumph. Their chariot wheels whir
in the Sabbath sunlight. They come!
Halt, armies of God! Halt until we are
. ready to join the battalion of pleas
| ures that never die!
, Oh, my friends, it would take ser
mon as long as eternity to tell the joy:
! that are coming to us. I just set oper
the sunshiny door. Come in, all ye dis
i ciples of the world who have found thu
I world mockery. Come in, all We dis
/ ciples of the dance. and see the bound
ing feet of this Heavenly gladness
, Come in, We disciples of worldly amuse
ment, and see the stage where king
: Eare the actors and burning words tn
: footiights and thrones the spectacular
i Arise, we dead in sin. for this is tn
, morning of resurrection. The joys o
5 Heaven submerge our soul. pull on
t the trumpet stop. In thy presenc
there is a fullness of ioy; at thy RICH
( hand there are pleasures forevermore
Blest are the saints beloved of God:
. Washed are their robes In Jesus blood,
Brighter than angels. 10. they shine.
Their glories splendid and sublime!
My soul anticipates the day,
, Would stretch her wings and soar away
To aid the song. the palm to bear.
And bow. the chief Of sinners. there.
, Oh, the sunshine. the glorious sur
!. shine, the everlasting sunshine!
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