The Montgomery advertiser., 1902-03-30

will put the last dirge into the. portfolio | forever. So much of us as 1t ,Yheat VIII | be separated from so much or us as IS l chaff. and there will be no more need I of pounding. They never cry in Heaven | because they have nothing to crylabout. 1 There are no tears of bereavement, for you shall have your friends all round | about you. There are no tears Of pow | erty because each one sits at the King s | table and has his own chariot of saliva | ton and free access to the wardrobe | where princes get their array. No tears | of sickness, for there are no pneumonlaS l in the air and no malarial exhalatons l fir pm the rolling river of life and no | crutch for the lame limb and no splint | for the broken arm. but the pulses throb- l bing with the health of the eternal God l in climate like our June before the | blossoms fal or our gorgeous October l before the leaves scatter
 The Cure for the Souls Wounds. | In that land the souls will talk over the different modes of thrashing. Oh. the story of the staff that struck the l ftches and the rod that beat the cummin
 and the iron wheel that went over the | corn. Daniel will describe the lions and l Jonah leviathan and Paul the elmwood
 whips with which he was scourged, and | the day she left it. and John Rogers will tell of the smart of the name and | Elijah of the fiery team that wheeled him
 up the sky steeps, and Christ or the
 
 | orrhages of the awful crucifixion. There | they are before the throne of God-on
 one elevation all those who were struck | of the rod. on the highest eleyation ana amid the highest attitudes of Heaven all | those who were under the wheel, lie | will not ever be thrashing 1t.
 | 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. | 1t will soon feel better" And that IS what God says when He embosoms all our trouble in the hush of this great l promise, "Weeping may endure for | night, but joy cometh in the morning. l You may leave your pocket handkerchief
 sopping wet with tears on your death
 pillow. but you will go up absolutely
 will wear white; expresses for them palms for you. You will say: ''!s 1t pos l sible that I am here? Is this Heaven? Am I so pure now I will never do any. | thing wrong? Am I so well that l will
 never again be sick? Are these compan- | lonships so firm that they will never | again be broken? Is that Mary! Is that John? Is that my loved one l put away | Into darkness? Can it be that these are | the faces of those who lay so wan and l emaciated in the back room that awful | night dying? Oh how radiant they are!
 Look at them! How radiant they are! Why, how unlike this place Is from what | I thought when I left the world below. Ministers drew pictures of this land. but how tame compared with the realty. | They told me on earth that deatn was sunset No no! It is sunrise' Glorlous | sunrise. I see the light now purpnns the hil.s. and the clouds flame with the | coming day.
 | Then the gates of Heaven will be | opened. and the entranced soul' Witn | the acuteness and power of the celestial vision. will look thousands Of miles down | upon the bannered proc ession. riVer or shimmering splendor. and Will cry out
 TWho are they? And 1 the angei I;o vou o1 uoo no;
 % know wno they are?" No" says the
 entranced soul 'I cannot guess who they are" The angel will say: "l will tell wno caine out of great tribulation. or / thrashing, and had their robes washed
 and made white in the blood of the | Iamb.'
 | Would that I could administer some | of these drops of celestial anodyne to | those nervous and excited souls. If you I would take enough of 1t, 1t would cure | all your bangs. The thought that you are ] going to get through with this after
 awhile. all this sorrow and all this trou, | ble We shall have a great many grand | days in Heaven. but will tell you which
 will be the grandest day. of all the mil | Hon ages of Heaven. You say, Are i TOu sure you can tell me%' Yes, can, | it will be the day We get there. Some | Say Heaven is growing more glorious. | I suppose 1t is but l do not care much | about that. Heaven now is good enough | for me.
 Triumphant End of Misfortunes. l History has no more gratulatory scene | than the breaking i'll of the English army | upon Lucknow, India. A few weeks be- l fore a massacre had occurred at Cawnpur, | and 26O women and children had been | put in q room. Then five professional l butchers went in and slew them. Then | the bodies of the slain were taken out f and thrown into well. As the English l army came into Cawnpur they went into