Connecticut western news., 1902-03-27

lIdl SOk1O" 10 gyms shO AN " a sure terminus. My text says, Bread corn is bruised because he will not ever be thrashing It." Blessed be God for that! Pound away, O fail! Turn on, o wheel! Your work will soon be done He will not ever be thrash ing itr' Now, the Christian has almost as much use in the organ for the stop tremulant as he has for the trumpet, but after awhile he will put the last dirge into the portfolio forever. So much of us as is wheat will be sepa- rated from so much as Is chaff, and there will be no more need of pound ing. They never cry in heaven be- cause they have nothing to cry about There are no tears of bereavement, for you shall have your friends all round about you. There are no tears of pow erty bec2NSe each one sits at the Kings table and has his own chariot of salvation and free access to the wardrobe where princes get their ar ray. No tears of sickness, for there are no pneumonias in the air and no malarial eIhalations from the rolling river of life and no crutch for the lame limb and no splint for the broken arm, but the pulses throbbing with the health of the eternal God in climate like our June before the blossoms fall or our gorgeous October before the leaves scatter.
 The Cure For the Souls Wounds.
 In that land the souls will talk over the different modes of thrashing. Oh, khr c@a of hn cfoff hof cfF tho ftches and the rod that beat the cum min and the iron wheel that went over the corn! Daniel will describe the lions and Jonah leviathan and Paul the elmwood whips with which he was scourged, and Eve will tell how aro- matic Eden was the day she left 1t, and John Rogers will tell of the smart of the flame and Elijah of the fiery team that wheeled him up the sky steeps and Christ of the numbness and the paroxysms and hemorrhages of the awful crucifxion. There they are before the throne of God-on one ele- vation 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 1t.
 Is there not enough salve in this text to make a plaster large enough to heal all your wounds2 When a 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 embos- oms all our trouble in the hush of this great promise, Weeping may endure for night, but joy cometh in the morn ing" You may leave your pocket hand kerchief 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 I so pure now will nev- CT do anything wrong? Am I so we'll that I will never again be sick? Are these companionships so firm that they will never again be broken? Is that Mary? Is that John? Is that my loved one put away into darkness2 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 radiant they are! Why, how unlike this place is from what thought when I left the world below. Ministers drew pictures of this land, but how tame compared with the reall- ty! They told me on earth that death was sunset. No, no! It is sunrise! Glorious sunrise! l see the light now I,o oIo la aa with the coming day"
 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 bannered procession, a river of shimmering splendor, and will cry out, Who are theyp And the angel of God, standing close by, will say, Do you not know who they are?'' 'No," says the entranced soul, "I ean- not guess who they are" The angel will say: q 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 you would take enough of 1t, it would cure all your bangs. The thought that you are going to get through with this after awhile, all this sorrow and all this trouble. We shall have a great many grand days in heaven, but I will
 tell you which will be the grandest day of all the million ages of heaven. You
 say, Are you sure you can tell mef''
 Yes, can. It will be the day we get
 there. Some say heaven is growing
 more glorious. suppose 1t is, but do not care much about that. Heaven l now Is good enough for me.
 Triumphant End of Misfortunes. History has no more gratulatory | scene than the breaking in of the Eng | fish army upon Lucknow, India. A few weeks before a massacre had occurred
 at Cawnpur, and 260 women and chil- | dren had been put in Ii room. Then Eve professional butchers went in and | slew them. Then the bodies of the slain were taken out and thrown into a well. AS the English army came into Cawnpur they went into the room
 and, oh, what a horrid scene! Sword
 strokes on the wall near the floor
 showing that the poor things had
 crouched when they died, and they saw
 also that the floor was ankle deep 1T
 blood. The soldiers walked on theiI heels across it, lest their shoes be sub
 merged of the carnage. And on that
 floor of blood there were flowing locks
 of hair and fragments of dresses.
 | Out in Lucknow they had heard oi
 the massacre, and the women were
 waiting for the same awful death
 waiting amid anguish untold, waiting
 in pain and starvation, but waiting he
 roically, when, one day. Havelock anG
 Outram and Norman and Sir Davit | Baird and Peel, the heroes of the Eng
 fish army-huzza for them!-broke 1T | on that horrjd scene, ana while yet tht
 guns were sounding, and while cheers
 were issuing from the starving, dying
 people on the one side and from the
 travel worn and powder blackened sol