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before the throne of Colon 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 10 heal
all your wounds? When child is hurt.
the mother is very apt 10 say u ii:
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
am here? Is this Heaven? Am | so
pure now | will never do anything
wrong? Am SO well that 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 il be that these
are the faces of those who lay so wan
and emaciated in the back room that
awful night dying? Oh, how radian,
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! see the light now purpling the
hills, and the clouds flame with the
coming day"
Then the gates of Heaven will l..
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, \
river of shimmering splendor, and will
cry out: "Who are thcy?" And the
angel OF God, standing close by, will
say: DO You not know who they
are?' No" says the entranccd soul.
Il cannot guess who they are The
angel will say: II will tell YOU, then,
y
came out of great tribulation, or
thrashing, and had their robes washed
and made white in the blood of the
lamb"
Would that could administer some
of these drops of celestial anodyne to
these nervous and excited souls. II
you would take enough Of il, il 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 a great
many grand days in Heaven, but ! will
tell you which will he the grandest day
Of all the million ages of Heaven. You
say: Are you sure that you can tell
me?' Yes. can. II will he the day we
get there. Some say Heaven is growing
more glorious. | suppose il 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 Eng
lish army upon Lucknow, India. \ few
weeks before massacre had ACQUIRED
at Cawnpur, and 200 women and chill
dren had been put into a room. Then
five professional butchers went in and
slew them. Then the bodies OF the
slain were taken out and thrown into
n well. As the English army came into
Cawnpur they went into the room. and.
oh, what a horrid scenel Sword
strokes on the wall near the floor,
showing that the poor things had
crouched when they died and they saw
also the floor was ankle deep in blood.
The soldiers walked on their heels
across il, 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. wait
ing amid anguish untold. waiting in
pain and starvation. but waiting hero
ically, when, one day. IIavelock and
Outram and Norman and Sir David
Baird and Peel, the heroes Of the Eng
lish 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 the one side and from the
travel worn and powder blackened sol
diers ON the other, right there in front
Of the kings palace, there was such a
scene Of handshaking and embracing
and boisterous joy as would utterly
confound the pen II the poet and the
pencil ~ the painter. And no wonder.
when these emaciated woman. who had
suffered so herocially for Christ's sake.
marched out from their incarceration.
one wounded English soldier got M In
his fatigue and wounds and leaned
against the wall and threw his cap ND
and shouted: "Thrce cheers. my BOYS
for the brave women" Yes. that was
an exciting scene. But n gladdcr and
more triumphant scene will IL bevhcr
YOU come mp into Heaven from the CON
gicts and Incarceration OF this world
streaming with the wounds 81 battle
and wan with hunger. and while the