Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1902-03-27
our gorgeous october before the

In that land the souls will talk over
the different modes OF thrashing. Dam
lei will describe the lions and Jonah
leviathan and Paul the elmwood whips
with which he was scourged, and Eve
will tell how aromatic 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 sleeps and Christ OF
the numbness and the paroxysms and
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
elevation and amid the highest alti-
tudes of heaven all those who were
under the wheel. He will not ever be
1t.
Is there not enough salve is this
text to make a plaster large enough
to heal all your wounds? When a
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 in
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: lis 1T
possible that I am here? Is this hea-
ven? Am so pure now / will never
do anything wrong? Am so well
that 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 l put away into dark
ness? Can 1t 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 I thought when
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 be
opened, and the entranced soul, with
the acuteness and power of the celes-
tIal vision, viii look thousands OF
miles down upon the hammered process
sion, a 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
angel will say: II will tell you, then,
who they are. They are they VINO
came out Of great tribulation or
and had their robes washed
and made white In the blood OF tho
lamb"
History has no more gratulatory
scene than the breaking In OF the Eng
lish army upon Lucknow. India. A
lew WtthS DCIblc q LldoodeAO hoa w
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 we'll. As the English army came
into Cawnpur they went into the
room, and. oh. what horrid scenel
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 1t. lest their shoes
be submerged of the carnage. And
on that foo: of blood there were fiow-
ing locks of hair ana fragments Of
dresses. fiH'f
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 we're 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 a scene of handshak-
ing and embracing and boisterous Joy
as would utterly confound the pen of
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
Yes, that was an exciting
scene. But gladden. and more trium-
plant scene will it be when you come
up into heaven from the conflicts and
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 bonfreslo ION every hill OF
heaven. and there will be illumination
in every palace, and there will be
candle in. every window. All. mol |
forget, | forget. They will have no
need OF the candle or Of sun. for the
Lord God giveth them light and they
shall reign forever and ever. Hail.
hail, sons and daughters Of the Lord
God Almighty,
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