Republican news item. [volume] (Laport, Pa.) 1896-19??, 1902-04-24

would not hurt, and unless it hurt it does
not get sanctifed. Your trial perhaps may
be childessness h 19n are eodo dond 20 Sf sand en
children to that other household, where
they are unwecome and are beaten and
banged about when l would have taken
them in the arms of my. Affection You
say, "Any other trial but this" Your
trial perhaps may be dishgured counte-
nance face that is easily caricatured,
and you say, II could endure anything II
only l was good looking" And your trial
perhaps is a violent temper, and you have
to drive it like six unbroken horses amid
the gunpowder explosions of a great holi-
day, and ever and anon it runs away with
you. Your trial is the asthma. You say,
"If it were rheumatism or neuralgia or
erysipelas, but it is this asthma, and it Is
such an exhaustng thing to breathe"
Your trouble is husband, sharp, snap
py and cross about the house and raising
q small riot because a button is off. How
could you know the button is off? Your
trial Is a wife ever in contest with the ser
wants, and she is a sloven Though she
was very careful about her appearance in
your presence once, now she is careless,
because, she says, her fortune is made!
Your trial is hard school lesson you can.
not learn, and you have bitten your finger
nails until they are sight to behold.
They never cry in heaven because they
have nothing to cry about. There are no
your friends all round about you. There
are no tears of poverty because each one
sits at the Kings table and has his own
chariot of salvation and free access to the
| wardrobe where princes get their array.
No tears OF sickness, for there are no
pneumonias in the air and no malarial eX.
| halations from the rolling river of life and
| no crutch for the lame limb and no spint
! for the broken arm, but the pulses throb-
| bing with the health of the eternal God in
a climate like our June before the blossoms
| fall or our gorgeous October before the
| leaves scatter.
| In tuat land the souls will talk over the
| different modes of thrashing. Oh the
| story of the staff that struck the ftches
and the rod that beat the cummin and the
| iel will describe the lions and Jonah levia
| THAN and Paul the elmwood whips with
| which he was scourged, and Eve will tell
how aromatic Eden was the day she left
| it, and John Rogers will tell of the smart
Of the flame and Elijah of the fiery team
| Christ of the numbness and the paroxysms
! and hemorrhages of the awful cruciixion.
| There they are before the throne of God
on one elevation all those who were
struck OF the rod, on the highest elevation
and amid the highest attitudes of heaven
oil 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 embosoms all our trou.
BILE in the hush of this great promise.
| weeping may endure for a 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; cy-
presses for them, palms for you. You will
say: rs 1t possible that | am here? Is this
heaven, Am | so pure now l will never
do anything wrong? Am / so we'll that
will never be sick again? Are these com.
partnerships 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 radiant they are!
Why, how unlike this place is from what
! thought when l lett 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 sunrise!
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 the acutenes.
and power of the celestial vision, will look
thousands of miles down upon the ban.
splendor, and will cry out, "Who are
they! And the angel of God standing
close by, will say, do you not know who
they ate?" NO" says the entranced soul.
Il cannot guess who they are" The angel
will say, II will tell you, then. who they
| are. These are they who came out of great
tribulation, or thrashing, and their robes
washed and made white in the blood of the
lamb
Would that 1 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 l will tell you which will be
the grandest day of all the million ages Of
tell me-" Yes, can. 1t will be the day
we get there. Some say heaven is growing
| more glorious. [ suppose it Is, but [ do
not care much about that. Heaven now is
good enough for me.
~, History has, no more gratulatory scene
| than the breaking in of the English army
upon Lucknow, India. A few weeks before
a massacre had occurred at Cawnpur, and
260 women and children had been put in a
| 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 scenei
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 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 flowing
locks of hair and 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 in pain and starvation, but
waiting heroically, when. one day. Have
| lock and Outram and Norman and Sir
David Baird and Peel, the heroes of the
| English army-huzza for them!--broke in
on that horrid scene, and while vet the
guns were sounding, and while cheers were
| issuing from the starving, dying people on