The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1902-03-28

walton and free access to the ward
robe where princes get their array.
No tears of sickness, for there are no
pneumonias in the air and no mala-
rial exhalations from the rolling river
of life and no crutch for the lame limb
and no sp,int 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.
Is there not enough salve is this
text to make a plaster large enough
to heal all your wounds? When
child is hurt the mother is very apt to
say to it, Nov, it will soon feel bet
ter" And that is what God says
when he embosoms all our trouble i'll
the hush of this great promise.
Weeping may endure for night, but
joy cometh in the morning. You may
leave your pocket handkerchief sop
ping wet with tears on your death pill
low, but you will go up absolutely
sorrowless. They will wear black, you
will wear white; expresses for them,
palms for you. You will say: rs 1t
possible that l am here? Is this hea-
ven? Am so pure now I will never
do anything wrong? Am l so well
that | will never again be sick? Are
these comprehensive so firm that
they will never again be broken? Is
that Mary? Is that John?Is that
my loved one | put away into dark
ness? Can it be that these are the
faces of those who lay so wan and
emaciated in the back room that
awful dying night? Oh, how radiant
they are Look at them! How radi-
ant they are! Why, how unlike this
place is from what | thought when l
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! 1t is sunrise! Glorious sun
rise! I see the light now purpling
the hills, and the clouds flame with
the coming day"
Then the gates of heaven will be
opened, and the entranced soul, with
tial vision. will look thousands OF
miles down upon the hammered process
sion, river of shimmering splendor.
and will cry out, who are they?'
And the angel of God, standing close
by, will say. do you know who they
are?" NO" says the entranced soul.
81 cannot guess who they are The
| 81 will TO then.
who they are. They are they who
came out of great tribulation or
thrashing, and had their robes washed
and made white in the blood of the
| lamb"
History has no more gratulatory
scene than the breaking in Of the Eng
lish army upon Lucknow. India. A
| few weeks before a massacre had &C.
Cured at Cawnpur, and 260 women
| and children had been put in room.
Then five professional butchers went
! in and slew them. Then the bodies Of
the slain were taken out and thrown
into well. AS the English army came
into Cawnpur they went into the
room. and, oh, what horrid scene'
| Sword strokes on the wall near the
floor, showing that the poor things
had crouched when they died, and
thew saw also that the floor was ankle
deep in blood. The soldiers walked on
their heels across it, lest their shoes
be submerged of the carnage. And
on that floor of blood there were How
ing locks of hair ana fragments of
dresses.
Out in Lucknow they had heard OF
the massacre, and the women were
waiting for the same awful death,
waiting amid anguish untold, waiting
heroically, when, one day, Havelock
and Outram and Norman and Sir Da-
vid Baird and Peel. the heroes OF the
English army-huzza for them!-
broke in on that horrid scene, and
while yet the 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 soldiers on the other, right
there, in front of the kings palace,
there was such scene of handshak-
ing and embracing and boisterous JOY
as would utterly confound the pen or
the poet and the pencil of the painter.
And no wonder, when these emaciated
women, who had suffered so heroic
ally for Christ's sake, marched out
from their incarceration, one wounded
English soldier got up in his fatigue
and wounds and LEANED against the wall
and threw. his cap up and shouted,
"Three cheers, my boys, for the brave
women!" Yes, that was an exciting
scene. But a gladder and more trium-
phant scene will it. be when you come
ND into heaven from the conflicts and
Incarceration of this world, streaming
with the wounds of battle and wan
with hunger, and while the hosts of
God are cheering their great hosanna
YOU will strike hands of congratula
ton and eternal deliverance in the
presence of the throne. On that night
there will be bonfires on every hill OF
heaven. and there will be illumination
in every palace, and there will be a