The semi-weekly messenger. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1897-1908, 1902-03-25

themi How radiant they are! Why,
how unhLe this place is from What I
thought when | left the world below.
Ministers drew pictures OF this land,
but how tame compared with the reaIi-
was sunset. No. no, Ii is suurisel
Glorious sunrise. I see the light now
purplinS the hills. and the clouds fame
with the coming day"
Then the gates OF heaven VIII be
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, a
river Of shimmering splendor, and will
cry out. Who are they?" And the
angel Of God, standing close by, will
say. DO you not know who they are?"
NO" says the entranced soul. Il can
not guess who they are" The angel
will say: Il will tell you, then, who
they are These are they who anne out
of great tribulation, or thrashing, and
had their robes washed and made
white in the blood Of the lamb"
Would that I could administer some
of these drops Of celestial anodyne to
these nervous and excited souls. IL
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 a great
many grand days in heaven. but | will
tell you which will be the grandest day
of all the million ages of heaven. You
say. Are you sure you can tell me?'
Yes, / can. 1t will be the day we get
there. Some say heaven is growing
more glorious. suppose it is. but 1
do not care much about that. Heaven
now is good enough for me.
Triumphant End of Nisfortunes.
History has no more gratulatory
scene than the breaking in Of the Eng
fish army upOn Lucknow, India. A few
weeks before a massacre had occurred
at Cawnpur, and go women and chill
dren 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 a
we'll. AS the English army came into
Cawnpur they went into the room.
and, oh, what a horrid scene, 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 az ankle deep in
blood. The soldiers walked on their
heels across il. lest their shoes he sub
merged 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 he
roically, when. II day. Havelock 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 yet the
guns were sounding. and while cheers
were issuing from the starving. dying
people on the one sid and from the
travel worn and powder blackened sol
dierS on the other, right there, in ron
of the kings palace. there was such a
scene OF ha~ndshaking and embracing
Lu Joy as "OuAu uttSkiy
confound the pen of the poet and the
pencil of the painter. And mo wonder,
when these emaciated women, who had
suffered so heroically 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 triumphant scene will it be when
you come up into heaven from the con-
f1icts 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 con-
graduation 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 il:
Elimination N every palace, and there
will be a candle in every window. All.
no! l forget, l 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!
copyright. 1902. Louis Klopsch. N. "