The Washington herald., 1918-05-12

messengers pass to and fro: 81 am
Gabriel that stands in the presence or
God" So near that the voice OF
prayer can be heard and answered.
So near that the music Of that ever
lasting sphere has been heard, again
and again, by mystic souls. So near
that members Of the angelic host have
q practical interest In the transac-
tions Of earth and the events of time,
So near that, ever and anon, the dying
saint has had a vision OF the beauty
and glory of that everlasting country.
When the old pilot of Boston harbor
lay dying. he suddenly lifted his ema-
ciated form and exclaimed: ct see
a lighty A friend who was watch
ing nearby inquired: (Which light?
The Boston Light?" He answered:
mo" Again his friend inquired: "The
Highland Light?" Nor said the old
pilot. Once more his friend ventured
a geographical guess: "The Minot
Light?" mo. no. not" said the dying
sailor; IT see the light of glory"
Thousands have seen that light-"a
light ne'er seen on land or sea"-the
light of glory!
Ninth-We know that heaven IL a
splendid place for a good investment.
Spiritual interest" is a supernatural
compound. 1t more than matches the
compound interest of another sphere.
There is a divine usury which more
than equals 1000 per cent of our
earthly currency: go, sell all that
thou hast and give to the poor and
thou shalt have treasure-treasure in
heaven. where moth doth not corrupt,
nor thieves break through and steal"
To Jesus heaven seemed to be so real.
to the rich young ruler heaven seemed
to be so unreal. When William II,
Vanderbilt, the possessor Of s1O0. Ooo. 900,
swept by a gust Of anger, dropped
dead in his own parlor. he was WORTH
exactly-nothing. Not a farthing had
he to pay the boatman who ferried
his naked soul over the river OF
death. Nothing! Exactly-nothing,
What a slender thread binds the rich
est man to his bag Of gold. Columbus
begged bis way from court to court,
Offering the kings of the earth a new
world. But the sovereigns of the old
world had no eye to see the spIeulors
Of such an imperial possession. So
heaven goes begging because our eyes
are dim and our ears dull.
Heaven is the sunrise OF the soul
exclaimed Bishop Simpson, when Eis
life's sun was setting. st am sweep-
ing through gates Of the new Jeru-
salem, washed in the blood Of the
Lamb" were almost the last words
of the sainted Alfred Goodman.
Though I pass through the valley
of the shadow of death, yet the
mountain tops are cleaning from
leak to peak!" sang Mary A Foster
in the hour Of her coronation II am
wrapped in a sea Of glory-I am swal-
lowed up Of God" said Edward Pay
son as the glories of spiritual trans
fguration burst upon his soul.
Did you ever notice how many
people smile just when they are pass
ing over the border line? The biog-
rapher of Savonarola records the
fact that on the last night of his
earthly pilgrimage: He seemed TO
dream and smile" How peaceful was
the expression on the face of the
MARQUIS Of Argyle. as he quietly slept
In that famous room in Edinburgh
Castle, on the night before his exc
cution. Angels kissed his brow and
God was near.
Tenth-We know that children
little children who die in infancy
are Gods particular favorites. For
did not the Master say: In heaven,
their spirits do always behold the
face OF my father" In that celestial
country none are nearer the throne
than the unstained angel spirits of
our little ones. 1t Is a rather remark
able fact that the one thing which re-
minded our Saviour of the world
from whence he came was the pratt
ting childhood OF our present tran
silent sphere: For of such is the
kingdom of heaven" How he lived
childhood! How the children loved
him-'sO mild the little children
nestled trustful locks on that kind
breast which leans today on Gods"
Nearest to God. nearest to the host
angelic. nearest to the great throne
eternal. nearest to the person Of the
Redeemer, nearest to natures great
heart of love. are the angelic spirits
of our little ones who have passed to
where beyond these voices there is
peace"
Two little feet went patterins by,
Years ago:
They wandered of to the sunny sky,
Years ago:
Two little feet
They crept never back to the love
they left.
They climbed nevermore to the arms
bereft.
Years ago.
Again I shall hear the two little feet
Pattering by,
Their music a thousand times more
sweet
In the sky;
j joy to think that Fathers care
Will hold them safe till / meet them
there.
By-and-bye