The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1902-03-27

was very cdTeIui HfIOub ner appearance III
your presence once, now she is careless,
because, she says, her fortune is made!
Your trial is hard school lesson you can
not learn, and you have bitten your finger
nails until they are a sight to behold.
They never cry in heaven because 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 poverty 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 array.
No tears OF sickness, for there are no
pneumonias in the air and no malaral ex-
halations from the rolling river Of life and
no crutch for the lame limb and no splint
for the broken arm, but the pulses throb-
bing with the health of the eternal God in
q climate like our June before the blossoms
fall or our gorgeous October before the
leaves scatter.
In t,at land the souls will talk over the
different modes of thrashing. Oh. the
story Of the staff that struck the fitches
and the rod that beat the cummin and the
iron wheel that went over the cornl Dan.
iel will describe the lions and Jonah levia.
THAN and Paul the emwood 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 hemorrhages of the awful crucihxion.
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 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 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
Sod says. when He embosoms all our trou-
PIE, PIE 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; cy.
presses Tor them, palms for you. You will
say: is it possible that / am here? Is this
heavenf, Am / so pure now / will never
do anything wrong? Am / so well that 1
will never be sick again? Are these com.
Partnerships so firm that they will never
again be broken! Is that Mary? is that
JohnY Is that my loved one | put away
into darkness? Can it be that these are
the faces of those who lay so wan and
emaclated IN the back room that awful
night dying! Oh, how radiant they are.
49,, Look at them! How radiant they arel
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 mo on earth that death was sunset
No, no! 1t is sunrisei Glorious sunrise! |!
! see the light now purpling the hills. and
the. clouds flame with the coming day"
Then the gates of heaven will be opened,
n md iha Tt,lp Al ~.
and power of the celestial vision. will look
thousands of miles down upon the ban.
nered 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 aie?' NO" says the entranced soul,
i cannot guess who they are" The angel
will say, 81 will tell you, then, who they
are. These are they who came out of great
tribulation, or thrashing, and their robes
washed and made white in the blood of the
lcmb."
Would that I could administer some of
these drops of celestial anodyne to these
nervous and excited souls. II 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 great many grand days
in heaven, but l 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?Y Yes, can. 1t will be the day
we get there. Some say heaven is growing
more glorious. | suppose it 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 English army
upon Lucknow, India. A few weeks before
a massacre had occurred at Cawnpur, and
260 women and children 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
well 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 was ankle deep in blood The soldiers
walked on their heels across it, 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 III Lucknow they had heard OF the
massacre, and the women were waiting fol
The same awful death, waiting amid anguish
untold, waiting in pain and starvation, but
waiting heroically, when, one day, Have
lock and Outram and Norman and Sir
David Baird and Peel, the heroes of the
English army-huzza for em!-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 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 handshalling and
embracing and hoisterous JOY as would ut
terly confound the pen of the poet and the
pencil OF the painter. And no wonder,
when these emaciated women, who had
suffered 80 heroically for Christ's sake,
marched out from their incarceration, one
wounded English soldier got up in his fa'
tigue 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 1t be when you come up into heaven
from the conflicts and Incarceration of thja
world, streaming with the wounds of bat.
tie, and wan with hunger, and while the
hosts OF God are cheering their great no.
sanna you will strike hands of congratula.
ton 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 candle in every window. All, MOI
forget, forget. They will have no need
OF the candle or of sun, for the Lord God
giveth them light, and they shall reign for.
ever and ever. Hail, hail, sons and daugh.
ters OF the Lord God Almighty
copyright. 1901 L. Klopsch.l