Milford chronicle., 1902-03-28

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in promises to pay. Set your affections
on things above, not on things on the
earth. Let go! Depend upon it that
God will keep upon you the staff or the
rod or the iron wheel until you do let
go.
Another thing my text teaches US is
that Christian sorrow is going to have
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 itp' 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 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 ar
ray. No tears of sickness, for there |
are no pneumOnias in the air and no |
malarial eXhalations 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 a 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 thrashng. Oh
the story Of the staff that struck the
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 arc
matte Eden was the day she left it.
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 hemOrrhages Of
the awful crucifXion. There they are
before the throne of GOd-on one ele-
walton all those who were struck of
the rod. on the highest elevation and
amid the highest attitudes of heaven
ali those who were under the wheel
He will not ever be thrashing it.
Is there not enough salve in 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,
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 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:
as it possible that l am here? Is this
heaven? Am l so pure now | will new
er do anything wrong? Am so well
that l 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 darkness? Can it
Oe that these are the faces of those
who lay so wan and emaciated in the
pack room that awful night dying?
Oh. how radiant they are! Look at
Ihemi How radiant they are! Why.
how unlike this place is from what l
thought when / left the world below.
Ministers drew pictures Of this land,
but how tame compared with the reali-
ty! They told me on earth that death
was sunset. No, no! 1t is sunrise!
Glorious sunrise! l see the light now
purpling the hills, and the clouds fame
with the coming day"
Then the gates of heaven will be
I opened, ard the entranced soul, with
the acuteness and power of the celes
, tial vision, will look thousands of miles
down upon the hammered procession, q
r river of shimmering splendOr, and vii
cry out, "WhO are theyY And the
angel of God, standing close by, will
. say, do you not know who they areY
! NO" says the entranced soul, Il can
l not guess who they are" The ange
5 will say: Il will tell you, then, VIII,
e they are. These are they who came on
q of great tribulation, or thrashing, an,
|. had their robes washed and mad
o white in the blood of the lamb"
J. Would that l could administer som
s of these drops of celestial anodyne t.
); these nervous and excited souls. l
t you would take enough of it, it wOul
;. cure all your pangs. The thought tina
g you are going to get through with thi
.. after awhile, all this sorrow and a
s this trouble. We shall have a grea
# many grand days in heaven, but l wi
V tell you which will be the grandest da
10 of all the million ages of heaven. 70
e say, Are you sure you can tell me?
J. Yes, can. 1t will be the day we &c
lie there. Some say heaven is CROWN
it more glorious. suppose it is, but
n do not care much about that Heave
It now is good enough for me.
lie Triumphant End of MisfOrtunes.
er History has no more gratulator
re scene than the breaking in of the EN-
Dr fish army upon Lucknow, India. A fe'
III weeks before a massacre had occurre
at Cawnpur. and 2GO women and chi
dren had been put in a room. The
a five professional butchers went in al
to slew them. Then the bodies of II
p. slain were taken out and thrown into
lg well. AS the English army came in
On Cawnpur they went into the ROOF
lg and, oh, what a hOrrid scene! SwO
to strokes on the wall near the foo
in showing that tile poor things b;
III, crouched when they died, and they sa
ed also that the floor was ankle deep
ed blood. The soldiers walked on the
le- heels across it. lest their shoes be su
Ter merged of the carnage. And on til
We floor of blood there were flowing loo
he of hair and fragments of dresses.
we Out in Lucknow they had heard
be the massacre, and the women We
in waiting for the same awful dea
on waiting amid anguish untold, waiti
Isl in pain and starvation, but waiting
riff roically, when, one day. Havelock a
hat Ouuam and Norman and Sir Da1
to- Baird and Peel, the heroes of the FL
his fish army-huzza for them!-broke
rip, on that horrid scene and while yet I
18th gIlnS were sounding and while che