Virginia citizen. (Irvington, Va.) 1891-1921, 1902-03-28

but the pulses throbbing with the
health OF the eternal God in climate
like our June before the blossoms fan
| or our gorgeous October before the
leaves scatter.
che Cure For the Souls wounds.
In that land the souls will talk over
the different modes OF thrashlng. Oh.
the story OF the staff that struck the
| fitches and tue rod that beat the cum.
min and the iron wheel that went over
| the corni 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 hiin up the sky
sleeps and Christ OF the uumbneSs and
| the paroxysms and henarrhases- 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 aud
amid the highest attitudes OF heaven
oil those who were under the wheel
He will not ever be thrashlng H.
is there not enough salve i'm this text
all your wounds? When u child is hurt.
the mother is very apt TO say to it,
"Now, il will soon feet better" And
that is what God says when be einbcs-
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
kerchlef sopping wet with tears on
your death pillow. but you viii 60 up
absolutely sorrowless. They will wear
black, you will wear white; expresses
for them, palms for you. You will say:
us 1t possible that am here? Is this
| heaven? Am I so pure now ! will new
er 60 anything wrong? Am 1 so well
that ! will never again be sick? Are
flese 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
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 arel Look at
themI How radiant they arei Why,
how unlike this place is from what
thought when left the world below.
u.
but how tame compared with the reali-
tyl They told me on earth that death
was sunset No. mol 1t is sunrisei
Glorious sunrisel l 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, will look thousands of miles
down upon the hammered procession,
river OF shimmering splendor. and will
cry out. who are theyT' And the
angel of God, standing close by, will
say, do you not know who they are?"
NO." says the entranced soul, II can
not 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
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, it would
cure all your pangs. The thought that
you are going TO get through with this
after awhile, all this sorrow ard all
this trouble. We shall have a great
many grand days In heaven. but l will
tell you which viii be the grandest day
OF ali the million ages of heaven. You
say, Are you sure you can tell me?''
Yes, can IL win be the day we get
there. Some say heaven is growing
more glorious. i suppose II Is, but l
do not care much about that. Heaven
now is good enough for me-
triumphant End OF Misfortuncs.
History has no more gratuIatory
scene than the breaking In of the Eng
lish army upon Lucknow. India. few
weeks before massacre had occurred
at Cawnpur, and 2G0 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 n
we'll 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 door was ankle deep In
blood. The soldiers walked on their
heels across 1t. lest their shoes be 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, one day, Havelock and
| Outram and Norman and Sir David
Baird and Peel, the heroes OF the Eng.
fish army-huzza for themi-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 OF the poet and the
pencil of the painter. And no wonder,
when these emaclated women, who had
suffered so heroica.ly for Christ's sake,
marched out from their Incarceration.
one wounded English soldier got up in
his fatigue and wounds aud leaned
against the wall and threw his cap up
and shouted. Three cheers, my boys,
for the brave womenr' Yes, that was
an exciting scene But a gladder and
more triumphant scene viii it be when
you come up into heaven from the con-
hicts 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
hcsanna 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
Illumination in every palace, and there
viii be candle in every window. All,
no! forget, forget They will have
no need OF the candle or of sun, for the