St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1902-05-03
are no pneumonias in the air and no

; llHD anu no SpllnL LOT the broken arm
t but the pulses throbbing with tn
S, health OF the eternal God in climat
r like our June before the blossoms IA
t or our gorgeous October before tn
e leaves scatter.
J. In that land the souls will talk owe
+ the different modes of thrashing Oh
: the story of the staff that struck tn
: fitches and the rod that beat the cum
. min and the iron wheel that went owe
: the corn! Daniel will describe tn
lions and Jonah leviathan, and Pau
the elmwood whips with which he wa!
scourged, and Eve will tell how ARC
matte Eden was tt 3 day she left 1t
and John Rogers will; tell of the smar'
of the fame and Elijah of the fiery
team that wheeled him up the sky
. sleeps and Christ of the numbness anl
, the paroxysms and hemorrhages Of
the awful cricifxion. There they are
before the throne of God-on one ele
walton all those who were struck Of
the rod, on the highest elevation and
amid the highest attitudes of Heaven
all those who were under the wheel
He will not ever be thrashing it.
Is there not enough salve in this text
to make plaster large enough to heal
all your wounds? When child is hurt,
the mother is very apt to say to it,:
"Now, it will soon feel BETTER" And
that is what God says when he embos-
oms all our trouble in the hush of this
great promise: weeping may endure
for night, but joy cometh in the
morning. You may leave your pocket
handkerchief sopping wet with tears
on your death pillow, but you will go
up absolutely sorrowless. They will
wear black, you will wear white;
expresses for them, palms for you.
You will say: ''Is it possible that I
am here? Is this Heaven? Am so
pure now l will never do anything
wrong? Am l SO well that I will never
again be sick? Are these companion
ships SO firm that they will never again
be broken? Is that Mary? Is that
John? Is that my loved one put away
into darkness? Can it be that these
are the faces of those who lay so wan
and emaciated in the back room that
awful night dying? Oh, how radiant
they are! Look at them! How radi~
ant they are! Why, how unlike this
place is from what I thought when
left the world below. Ministers drew
pictures of this land, but how tame
compared with the reality! They told
me on earth that death was sunset.
No, no! It is sunrise! Glorious sun
rise! see the light now purpling the
hills, and the clouds flame with the
coming day." -gs
Then the gates of Heaven will be
opened, and the entranced soul, with |
the acuteness and power of the celes-
tial vision, will look thousands of miles
down upon the hammered procession, a
river of shimmering splendor, and will
cry out: "Who>are they?" And the
angel of God, standing close by, will
say: 'Do you not know who they
are? "No,'' says the entranced soul,
Il cannot guess who they are" The
angel will say: 81 will tell you, then,
who they are. These are they who
came out of great tribulation, or
thrashing, and had their robes washed
and made white in the blood of the
lamb"
Would that I could administer some
of these drops of celestial anodyne to
these nervous and excited souls. If
you would take enough of it, it would
cure all your pangs. The thought that
you are going to get through with this
after awhile, all this sorrow and all {
this trouble. We shall have great
many grand days in Heaven, but will
tell you which will be the grandest day
Of all the million ages of Heaven. You
say: care you sure that you can tell ;
me?" Yes, can. It will be the day we
get there. Some say Heaven is growing !
more glorious. l suppose it is, but l
10 not care much about that. Heaven t
low is good enough for me- t
History has no more gratulatory
scene than the breaking in of the Eng T
weeks before massacre had accur red t
It Cawnpur, and 26O women and chill t
[ren had been put into a room. Then c
i've professional butchers went in and t
lew them. Then the bodies of the t
lain were taken out and thrown into Il
well. AS the English army came into T.
'awnpur they went into the room, snd, a
h, what a horrid scene! Sword t
trokes on the wall near the fSsor, e
howing that the poor things had 6
rouched when they died. and they saw +
lso the floor was ankle deep in blood. h
he soldiers walked OF their heels ii
cross it, lest their shoes be submerged e.
f the carnage. And Oh that floor of u
lood there were flowing locks of hair p
nd fragments of dresser.
Out in Lucknow they had hears of S;
he massacre, and the women We're b
aiting for the same awf ii death. wait al
lg amid anguish untold, waiting in g
ain and starvation, but waiting hIro- al
ally, when, one day, Havelock 1lnd al
utram and Norman and Sir D vid te
arid and Peel the heroes of the ] .ng- tc
sh army-huzza for tb m!-broke in N
n that horrid scene, and while yet the NJ
nns were sounding, and while cheers as
ere issuing from the starving, dying is
eople on the one side and from the in
'avel worn and powder blackened SOL or
ers on the other, right there. in front in
the kings palace, there was such an
enc of handshaking and embracing an
I'd boisterous joy as would utterly tn
nfound the pen of tho poet and the MI
,ncil of the painter. And no wonder. sly
hen these emaciated woman, who had OF
ffered so herocially for Christ's sake, ac
arched out from their incarceration co
e wounded English soldier got up in
S fatigue and wounds and leaned sa.
'ainst the wall and threw his cap up tn
ID shouted: 'Three cheers, my boys, m;
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