Connecticut western news., 1902-02-13

the other s!IC of the ScCff0li and cried. "Welcome, God and Father! Welcome, sweet Jesus Christ, the Mediator of the covenant! Welcome, death! Welcome, gloryw A minister of Christ in Phila- delphia, dying. said in his last mo. ments, II move into the lightr' They did not go down doubting and fearing and shivering, but their battlecry rang through all the caverns of the sepul cher and was echoed back from all the thrones of heaven: 70 death, where is thy sting? O grave, where Is thy vic. tory?" Sing, my soul, of joys to come. saw a beautiful being wandering up and down the earth. She touched the aged, and they became young; she touched the poor, and they became rich. said, "Who is this beautiful being wandering up and down the earthT' They told me that her name was Death. What a strange thrill of Joy when the palsied Christian begins to use his arm again, when the blind Christian begins to see again, when the deaf Christian begins to hear again. | when the poor pilgrim puts his feet on such pavement and joins in such com pany and has a free seat in such a great temple! Hungry men no more | to hunger, thirsty men no more to | thirst, weeping men no more to weep, | dying men no more to die. Gather up | all sweet words, all jubilant expres- sions, all rapturous eXclamations; bring them to me, and will pour upon them | this stupendous theme of the souls Aho l@r- 0A Ako spirit as it shall mount up toward the throne of God, shouting: "Freel Freer' Your eye has gaZed upon the garni- ture of earth and heaven, but eye hath not seen it; your ear has caught har- monies uncounted and indescribable- caught them from harp's trill and birds carol and waterfalls dash and oceans doxology -b but ear hath not heard it. How did those blessed ones 1 get up into the light? What hammer knocked off their chains? What loom wove their robes of light? Who gave | them wings? An, eternity is not long l enough to tell 1t, seraphim have not capacity enough to realize 1.-the mar vels of redeeming love! Let the palms | wave; let the crowns glitter; let the anthems ascend; let the trees of Leba- non clap their hands-they cannot tell the half of 1t. Archangel before the throne. thou fnilestl Sing on, praise on, ye hosts of the glorifled, and if with your scepters you cannot reach it and with your songs you cannot ex- press it then let all the myriads of the saved unite in the exclamation: "Je- sus! Jesus! Jesusp'
 The Light of Eventide.
 There will be a password at the gate of heaven. A great multitude come up and knock at the gate. The gatekeeper says, "The password" They say: "We have no password. We were great on earth, and now we come up to be great in heaven" A voice from within an I swers, 'T never knew you" Another group come up to the gate of heaven and knock. The gatekeeper says, 'The password" They say: I've have no password. We did great many noble things on earth. We endowed colleges and took care of the poor" The voice from within says, "I never knew you. V Another group come up to the gate of heaven and knock. The gatekeeper says, "The password" They answer "We were wanderers from God and de, serve to die, but we heard the voice o1 Jesus"- Aye, aye" says the gate keeper, 'that is the password! Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates, and let these people come in." They go in and surround the throne, jubilant for ever!
 An, do you wonder that the last hours of the Christian on earth are illuminat- ad by thoughts of the coming glory Light in the evening. The medicines may be bitter. The pain may be sharp. The parting may be heartrending. Yet tight in the evening. AS all the stars of the night sink their anchors of pearl n lake and river and sea so the waves of Jordan shall be illuminated with the down flashing of the glory to come, The dying soul looks up at the constel- .ations. "The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fearT ''The Lamb which Is in the midst of the throne shall lead them to living foun- tains of water, and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes"
 Close the eyes of the departed one earth would seem tame to its enchant- ed vision. Fold the hands; life's work IS ended Veil the face; 1t has been transfgured.
 MT. Toplady in his dying hour said Light" Coming nearer the expiring moment, he exclaimed with illuminated ,ountenance, "Light!' In the last in. 'tant of his breathing he lifted up bis hands and cried: Light! Light"
 Thank God for light In the evening!
 [Copyright, 1902. Louis Klopsch. N. VI
 Mrs. CleveIand's Democracy.