The Globe-republican., 1901-11-21


victories in other worlds. heaven ris- |
ing into grander heavens, seas OF glass
mingled with fire, becoming a more /
brilliant glass mfng1ng with a more /
flaming fire. Which hope"
Return of Lost sheep
On the following evening he came. |
He said that he was the black sheep Of |
the family flock. He had wandered |
the world over and been in all kinds
of wiekedness, but few nights before
after reading a letter from his mother
in Scotland, he had retired for sleep.
but in the adjoining room he heard
some young men in such horrible con-
versation he could not sleep He was
shocked as he had never before been
struck a light, took out the letter from
his mother and kne1t down by the bed
side and said, 80 Lord, God of my
mother, have mercy mel He said
that since that prayer he was entirely
changed and loved what he before
hated and hated what he before loved
and asked what thought it all meant
1 replied, You have become a Christ
IAN He said he might be called at
any time to leave the city I never
saw him again. but it seemed to me
that he had turned his back upon his
wicked past and had started in the
right direction And it may be SO with
your boy. Write him often Tell him
how you are thinking of him at home,
and, it may be, your letter in hand,
| he may call upon his mothers God to
| help and save him. Hope, you of the
gray hairs and wrinklesi Heaven has
/ its thousands of souls who We're once
as thoroughly wrong your boy IS
| They repented. and they are with the
| old folks In the healthy air of the
| eternal hills, where they may become
| young again Hope on, and, though
1 hear
| reformation and others may think he
| has left this life hopeless, who knows
| but in the last moment, after he has
ceased to speak, and before his soul
| launches away, your prayer may have
been answered and he be one of the
| first to meet you at the shining gate
| The prodiga1 in the parable got home
| and sat down at the feast, while the
| elder brother, who never left the old
| place. stood pouting at the back door
| and did not go in at all
Take the Hand of Hope.
But if you will not take the hand
of Hope for earthly conyalescence let
me point you to the perfect body you
are yet to have If you love and serve
the Lord. Death will put prolonged
anaesthetic upon your present body,
and you will never again feel an ache
or pain, and then in his good time you
will have a resurrection body about
which we know nothing except that
it will be painless and glorious beyond
all present appreciation. What must
be the health of that land which never
feels cut of cold or blast of heat and
where there is no east wind sowing
| pneumonia on the air, your f1eetness
greater than the foot of deer, your
eyesight clearer than eagle in sky
| perfect health in country where all
the Inhabitants are ever1asting1y
| Welt You who have in your body an
| Cd Iarr1I af aiui1
war, you who have kept alive only by
precautions and self-deniaIs and per
petuaI watching of pulse and lung, you
nifty can do more for than can
time? What will we not be able TIC
do when the powers of lOcOmOtiOn
shall be qHickened into the immortal
spirits speed? Why should a bird
have a swiftness of wing when it is OF
no Importance how long it shall take
to make its aerial way from forest to
forest and we, who have SO much
more important errand in the world
runs us, the hounds are quicker in the
chase, but wait until God lets loose
from all limitations and indictments
Then we will fairly begin. The start
ing post Will be the tombstone Leav-
ing the world will be graduation day
before the chief work of our menta
and spiritual career Hope sees the
doors opening, the victor's foot in the
} stfrrup for the mounting The dag
breaks-first flush of the horizon. The
: mission of hope will be an everlasting
mission, much of it in the heavenly
| hereafter as in the earthly now Shall
we have gained all soon WI
l enter realms celestial-nothing NOR.
| to learn, no other heights to climb, NJ
new anthems to raise, a monotony o
: | existence, the thing over ant
; | over again for endless years? No
L More progress in that world than w
2 ever made in this Hope will stand OF
the hills of heaven and look for eve
3 of the deafened ear and dim vision
: and the severe backache, you VIII
I have not been free from pain for tel
T years, how do you like this story O
: physical construction, with all weak
ness and suffering subtracted an
5 everything jocund and boundin
!, added?
l Do not have anything to do with tn
: gloom that Harriet Martineau ex