The citizen., 1913-11-28
Thanksgiving at the Golden Gate.

ST. Peter stood guard at the Golden
Gate, with solemn mein and an air Sc
date, when up to the top of the Golden
STAR, man and a woman ascending
there applied for admission. They came
and stood before St. Peter. so great and
good, in hopes the City of Peace to win.
and asked St Peter TO let them in
The woman was tall and lank and
thin with scraggy beardlet upon her
chin: the man was short and thick and
Stout-hlS stomach was built so it round
ed out-his face was pleasant, and all the
while he wore kindly and genial smile
The chorus in the distance the echoes
woke, and the man kept still, while the
woman spoke.
oh thou who gurds the gate" said
she, We two come hither beseechiny
thee to let us enter the Heavenly land,
and play our harps with the Angel band
Ot me, St Peter. there is no doubt.
there's nothing from Heaven 10 bar me
out; I've been to meeting three times a
week, and almost always I'd rise to
speak.
'l've told the Sinners about the Day
when they'd repent of their evil wav; I've
told them all bout Adam and Eve. and
the primal fall. I've shown them all
what the'd have to do, if they'd pass in
with the Chosen Few I've marked their
path Of duty clear-laid out the place of
their whole career.
'1've talked to EN- loud and long, for
my lungs are good and my voice is
strong; so good Mr.. Peter, you'll plainly
see, the Gate of Heaven is open to M
But, my old man, regret to say. hasn t
walked exactly the narrow way; he
smokes and he SWears, and grave faults
he's got, and don't know whether he'll
pass or not.
He never would pray with an earnest
vim or go 10 revival. or Join in a hymn;
SO, lad to leave him in sorrow there
while |, with the Chosen united in PRAYER.
fle ate what the pantry CHANGED TO afford.
while !, in nv purity, sang to the Lord
And, II CuCumbers were all he got it's a
| chance if he merited them or not.
But, oh. ST. Peter, love him so, to
the pleasure of Heaven, please let him
got! I've done enough-a saint I've
been-won't that atone? Cam YOU lei
him in? By my grim Gospel, | know It's
so, that the unrepentant must Try below;
but isn't there some way you can see,
that he may enter who's dear to me?
ITS narrow Gospel by which pray
but the Chosen expect to find some way
of coaXng, or fooling, or brlbing you. so
| that their relations may amble through
And say, ST. Peter, 1t seems to me. this
Gate isn't kept as it ought to be. You
ought to stand by the opening there, and
! not sit down in that easy chair.
And say. ST. Peter. my sight is dim.
med, but don't like the way your whs
kers are trimmed; they're cut too wide
and outward toss; they'd look better mar.
row, cut across. Well. we must be go
ing, our crown to win, so open, St
Peter, and well pass M
st. Peter sat quiet and stroked his staff
but in spite of his office he had to laugh;
then said, with fierce gleam IN his eve
who's running this Gateway. Won or I?'
Aud then he rose in hlS stature tall, and
pressed button against The wall, ano
| said to an imp, who came all aglow
Escort this woman to the regions be
low"
The man stood still as piece of stone
stood sadly, gloomily there alone; life
| long settled idea he had, that his wife
| was good, and that he was bad. He
| thought if the woman went down below
that he most surely would have TO go
that il she went to the region dim, there
wasn't ghost of a show for him
Slowly he turned. b. habit bent. to fol
| low wherever the woman went ST
Peter, standing on duty there. observed
| that the top of his head was bare. He
called the gentleman back and said
Friend, how many wears have you beer
wed?' Thirty years with heavy
sigh, and then he thoughtfully added
"Why?"
Thirty years with that tongue SC
j sharp! Oh, Angel Gabriel, give him a
harp with golden string. Gabriel, give
him a seat alone, one with cushion
near to the Throue Call up some angels
to play their best, let him enjoy the
musc-and the Rest
See that on the finest ambrosia he
feeds. he's had about all the He'll he
needs. 1t isn't hardly the thing to do, to
roast him on earth. and the future, too
They gave him harp with golden
strings, ghltering robe, and pair Of
wings, and he SAID, as he entered the
realms of day: well, this beats cucum.
bers, anyway" And SO the Scriptures
has come to pass. "The last shall be
| first, and the first shall be last"
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