The Canton times., 1902-04-04

the mother is very apt to say 10 ~
snow, it will soon feel better Ant
that is what God says when ne empos
oms all our trouble in the hush OF TINS
great promise: "Weeping may endure
! for night, but Joy cometh In .he
morning" You may leave your Pocke'
handkerchief sopping wet with tears
on your death pillow, but you VIII &c
up absolutely sorrowless. They wiz
wear black, you will wear white'
expresses for them, palms Tor you.
You will say: sis it possible that
am here? Is this Heaven? Am so
pure now I will never do anything
wrong? Am so well that will never
again be sick? Are these companion
ships 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 are! Look at them! How radl-
ant they are! Why, how unlike TINS
place is from what 1 thought when
1 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 purpllng 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 bannered procession,
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
81 cannot guess who they are" The
angel will say: II wilRtell 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. If
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 will
toll !, oh ha bar 1ac do "
of all the million ages of Heaven. You
say: "Are you sure that you can tell
me?" Yes, / can. 1t will be the day we
get there. Some say Heaven is growing
more glorious. l suppose it is, but 1
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 Eng
lish army upon Lucknow, India. A few
weeks before a massacre had occurred
at Cawnpur, and 260 women and chill
dren had been put into 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 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 in Lucknow they had heard Of
the massacre, and the women were
for the same awful death, wait
ing amid anguish untold, waiting in
pain and starvation, but waiting hero
cally, when, one day, Havelock and
Outram and Norman and Sir David
Baird and Peel, the heroes of the Eng
ish 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
,ravel worn and powder blackened SOL
liers on the other, right there, in front
# the kings palace, there was such
Gene of handshaking and embracing
nd boisterous joy as would utterly
onfound the pen of the poet and the :
'encil of the painter. And no wonder,
vhen these emaciated woman, who had
Uttered so herocially for Christ's sake.
marched out from their incarceration,
ne wounded English soldier got up in
is fatigue and wounds and leaned
gainst the wall and threw his cap up
nd shouted: three cheers, my boys,
or the brave women!" Yes, that was
n exciting scene. But a gladder and