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' MYj'ifyJ' Turkey In the pantry, gT-ir"
)yJ) Chicken In the pot,
'' 'l ''i 7f7w rsLryy Mother ohoppin' apples, V)( jX
'Vnrr v :- Oven roasthV hot. . $Y y-'
lllmr ll! r Grandma seedin raisins, Vl '
M l Hi V Molly mlxln' spice; MVIll
7 !!( J. Gracious, but the kltohen sH1
w Jj Smells uncommon nloe. ,
Cranberries a poppln, .-r.
Trifly Pies all in a row, , f
I ill Gee, but don't that mince-meat l
- wl Tempt a feller, though. , A - '
ilWJvVn Silver spoons tt shlntn',
n)) Cake with trostln' thiok; &Stfj&
Ul I; v Say, I think the Governor's v
f&W A "gilar old brick. ,Y?S ?,Ys3
VL Glvln ns a holiday, ' ' fuJr . "iSJlK
v VoS No lessons to be done, ;&," i sies'
V?VV Kinsfolks here to dinner, - , XiJJk'jtf'W&'' .
JX Havin' allsch fun. ifS , ft
fr- -SSXkJ vnsu it wouta como ouen; xvv
.0 TS? Best of all, I say, JCsl
,- SarTr, fSaa Is this November Thursday,
. .m-. j-oiksoaii'-iuannBgivinguay." .
I A H ARD WON TURKEY.
HOW Ned Drought tiome tne i
Dreary Outlook, But a
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..aTi'. Uaan Irtnlrinff T
have, bo I ought
to know," said
Luoy, with a tear
fill faoe, "and
there's onlybeana
and pork - an' a
woe, weo piooe of
beef pop bought
from the cowboys.
There's no cranberries an' there's no
' turkey an' mam's not making no no
p-pie."
"Mam's busy looking after pop,
Loo," said Ned, in great worriment,
; "an he's awful down with 'larin. I
; guess we'll have to do without pie this
Thanksgiving."
"No pie 1 An' no turkey I We ai
rways have pie on turkey on Thanks
giving, Ned, else it ain't no Thanks-
. ttl ii i mi i ,,
IViBg. JLI CBU 09 AUttUilSglVlUg.
"But ye ain't on the farm now,
Loo," her big brother remonstrated,
' "we're in the Injun Territory."
"I don't care," cried Miss Loo.
"Ain't there turkeys an' cranberries
iu the Injun Territory?"
"I guess there are, but I ain't sure
about cranberries."
"Then, why don't you buy one?"
"Cause there's noboby 'round here
Ifor miles an' miles an' miles to buy
from, and," he added dolefully to
himself, "there's no money to buy one
iwith."
"When I was a little wee girl, "said
Miss Loo, reproachfully, "I once
caught a turkey all by myself, in the
lyard, I did."
. She rose from the bank of the creek
and walked slowly and tearfully back
!to , the wagon. She was only eight
years old, but she was already posi
tive about the rights of little women,
and one of these was unalterably the
proper celebration of Thanksgiving.
Her brother, Ned, sat by the chilly
waters ana thought dismally. He was
thinking and just old enough to real
ize plainly that things with his family
had gone all wrong. He knew that
times had been hard in Wyoming,
ji where they had come from. He knew
that his father had lost all ms cattle
and had had to leave the ranch. He
: knew they- were traveling with their
? few household goods down to join his
!l . unole in Texas traveling in the slow-
j r-A est, most laborious but cheapest way,
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with his father's last wagon, and his
father's last four horses.
Ned sat until the falling sun warned
him it was time to fetch wood for the
fire and help his mother make the
poor meal they were getting accus
tomed to.
"Mother," he said, as they hung
. over the fire together, "to-morrow's
i Thanksgiving."
' "A poor one for us, sonny," she
answerAl. "No pie for littb Loo to
1
nanxssiving iurKcy--it was a
Boy's Pluck Triumphed.
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SLACK,' ;?
morrow I'm afraid poor child. But
we'll soon be in Texas, Ned."
"Ain't there turkeys in the terri
tory, mam? Wild ones, I mean?"
."So I am told; but gracious, you
can't expeot your father to get up sick
as he is, and shoot turkeys."
"Couldn't I? I've shot pop's gun
off twioe. An' Loo wants turkey.
She's tired of pork and flapjacks."
"Your father said, when we left
home, you wore never to leave the
trail. You might get lost on these big
prairies."
"He said 'unless necessary,' and
when wo entered the territory, the
people told us we were quite safe.
The Indians are all quiet on their res
ervations, and we've only seen two
all the way through, so there's no
danger off the trail."
"(Jot the coffee, Ned," said his
mother, "and don't talk nonsense."
But Ned thought long over the fire
DIMLY THE DOT SAW SOMETHING HAD
HAPPENED AND HEABD THE INDIAN
8CBEAJI WITH PAIN.
that night and early next morning
when his mother got up she found the
camp fire ready lighted and a ragged
piece of paper attached to the wheel
of the wagon. She read it with diffi
culty. "Ned has gone to catoh a turkey
for Loo. It's necessary."
Far off on the never-ending plain
he rode on his fresh and willing horse,
the gun resting, both barrels loaded,
on the pommel before him. The
chill of the morning air was speedily
softened by the rays of a warm sun.
The boy began to feel the real glory
of the plains, as the wind swept past
him, and the galloping hoofs of his
horse made musio in his ear. His
cheeks flushed; his uncut hair floated
behind him; his eyes shone, and he
shouted with novel delight. But he
saw no turkeys. If he had known
more he would have got up at night
and "potted" them from their roosts
in the branches of the scanty trees
unsportsmanlike, but effective. Now
they were far, ubroad feeding. Ned
stopped shouting, but did not halt in
his pursuit. At length his eager eyes
noticed a flutter among a clump of tall
dead sunflowers, and his Wyoming
learning taught him that these birds
were feeding on the fallen sunflower
seeds. But he did not want prairie
chicken; he wanted turkey. Once
again he looked and there was a heavy
flatter and movement among the tall
sunflowers. They were turkeys a
a big covey. Shaking with excite
ment tne boy picketed his horse and
crept on foot near the busy birds.
tie was afraid they would hear his
heart thump and take fright, but still
he got nearer and nearer, with his
finger on the trigger. Then an old
wise gobbler got alarmed when Ned
was within thirty yards and the covey
started, half running, half flying, in a
great state of excitement. Ned fired
almost blindly into the midst of them,
both barrels. He saw something
and ran to it. Turkey it was, a
whopper, and something was hopping
away among the sunflowers. Ned ran
to that and killed it with a blow of his
gun. Two! He sat down and laughed
gleefully. Then he thoughtfully said:
"Now, if only one could have been
a big mincepie, Loo would have been
happy." j
Speedily he fastened a bird on each
side of his saddle and mounted to go
home. But that was easier said than
done. His father had been right when
he had warned him how easy it is to
get lost on the - plain. After half an
hour's riding, and recognizing none of
of the ground he had galloped over in
the morning, and after doubtfully
studying where his shadow had been,
and where it ought to be now, Ned,
with a sinking heart, acknowledged he
didn't know where he was.
At last he reached a higher bluff
than any before, and from it he could
see a succession of lower bluffs, and
then again a high one behind. He sat
on his horse for some time and then
rode toward the other big bluff, and
so high it was he could not see its
summit even from the hollows, with
the other bluffs between. He rode
along, slowly now, for his horse was
not so fresh, and was in one of the
hollows, when suddenly far in front of
him there came to his ears a strange
sound the long, ringing notes of a
oavalry bugle. Ned stood in his stir
rups to stare about, plunged all at
once into a high state of excitement.
But his horse; never had that patient
and docile animal behaved in so ex
traordinary a way before. It pricked
up its ears and threw its head back,
and plunged. Again, across the plains,
sounded the blood-burning bugle, and
all at once over the further bluff, came
running men and the sun shone on the
weapons in their hands. The bugle
sounded yet again, and one of the men
waved a sword, and so clear was his
voice when he spoke the words that
Ned distinctly heard them:
"Commence firing!"
Then there was a noisy cracking of
many carbines, and the men running
forward, stopped every now and then to
kneel and fire again. But Ned knew
little more; it was all he could do to
hold onto his horse, who, with one
prolonged neigh, had taken the bit in
his teeth, and was charging, apparent
ly, with the most joyous feelings to
ward the enticing bugle. Up one bluff
and into the hollow, and up another
the unwilling boy was carried directly
toward those dangerous puffs of white
smoke, the turkeys flopping by his
side, and at the top of the next bluff
he nearly fell off his horse from sheer
fright. Coming to meet him, helter
skelter, save who save can, came a
band of Indians in full retreat, with
bullets popping around them right and
left. They were as startled as was
Ned. His white face doubtless led
them to believe that a party of white
men were cutting them off. -Without
a shot they turned and fled right and
left; utterly scattered save one, a
huge man with a large war bonnet.
He was apparently mad with rage and
came swooping down on Ned. The
instinct of self-preservation, rather
than reason, made the lad raise his
shot-gun to his shoulder and fire, al
though no bullet, but mere buckshot
were in his cartridges. Dimly the boy
saw something had happened and
heard the Indian scream with pain,
and again heard the commanding of
ficer's voice hurriedly shout: "Cease
firing."
His horse swept on, through the lines
of amazed soldiers, and at last, with
every manifestation of delight, ranged
quietly up behind the men, by the side
of the horses, left riderless in charge
of a few soldiers, whose comrades had
dismounted to fight on foot.
Ned rolled off his apparently insane
horse, and sat, with dizzy head, see
ing nothing clearly, until a tall man
with a saber stood in front of him and
looked sternly at the boy.
"Who on earth are you?" he said.
"The idea of charging right into the
teeth of our fire."
"Please, sir," said Ned, very much
frightened at the look of the big saber.
"I didn't mean to. Baldy ran away
with me."
The officer broke into a smile, and
lifted the boy to his feet, and sheathed
his saber.
"It's lucky you were not killed;" he
said. "Tell me how it all came about.
Do you know you knocked an Indian
off hia pony, that one of my men is
bringing prisoner?"
"Oh! please, sir," cried Ned, turn
ing white. "Is he killed? Oh! really
I didn't mean to."
"The beggar's sound enough," said
a bright young officer coming up.
"He'll probably be blind though. He
got that shot full in the face."
The two officeis turned to Ned then
and questioned him, and with boyish
innocence he told them all about
their hardships, his father's sickness,
his mother's weariness and worry,
and little Loo's desire for a Thanks
giving turkey. As ho concluded a
smilfn'g'sergeant' ' led" up" Neurs hors'e
"Its our old Baldy, sir," he ,said.
"We had him when the troop was in!
Wyoming and he was condemned and
sold. He ran, of course, when hq
heard the bugle, and ranged alongside
like the veteran he is." j
The men crowded round the olcfj
troop horse with many jokes and,
caresses, but Ned looked at him inl
dismay. !
"My turkeys!" he cried. I
They were gone, thrown off in that
wild charge, and Ned broke down and
burst into tears, thinking of poor, dis
appointed Loo. But the captain sent
two horsemen ovv r the way the boy,
had come, and they brought them,
back safely. So that was all right and'
much more, for the younger officer, j
who was a doctor, had some quinine
in his saddle bags, and showed Ned
the way home in triumph, and there
he doctored the boy's father and made
him comfortable, so that they got home,
to Texas safely.' j
The dinner that night was very
fashionable, if the time they ate it!
counts for anything, for it was 9 o'clock1,
before the turkey was cooked. j
"But," said Loo, cuddling grate-'
fully against Ned,., "it wouldn't, jit!
couldn't have been Thanksgiving LVay,
with only flapjacks. Could it, now?"j
Poor Loo! , f !
- History of Thanksgiving. 1
The first observance of a day of
Thanksgiving occurred in Leyden,!
Holland, October 3, 1575. In the'
United States the first New England
Thanksgiving was celebrated in the!
summer of 1621. Colonial records tell
of the appointments of thanksgiving
days for various causes in the years'
1633, 1634, 1637, 1638 and 1639.1
Massachusetts Bay was the first of the
colonies to appoint an annual Thanks
giving by the proclamation of the
English Governor. During the Bevolu-j
tion Thanksgiving Day was a national
institution, being annually recom-'
mended by Congress; but after the!
general Thanksgiving for peace in.
1781, there was no national appoint
ment until 1789. The official recom-!
mendation of a day for the giving of
thanks was mainly confined to New
England until the year 1817, after
which date it was regularly appointed
by the Governor of New York. The
first proclamation for an annual
Thanksgiving to be observed through
out the United States was issued by
President Lincoln in 1863. Since!
then a proclamation has been issued'
annually by the President, as well as'
by the Governors of the States and
the Mayors of the principal cities, for
its observance in all the States the
last Thursday in November. j
Horses Attired in Pajamas. j
Salt hay growers, of Mannahawkin,'
N. J.,are making themostof the pres-
ent dry weather, and for the first time
in two years are getting in an excellent'
crop of salt grass from the marhes that
line both shores of Barnegat Bay. It'
is a curious sight to see the harvest;
ing off this natural crop, which never
requires planting or cultivation. The
horses, as a rule will be covered alt
over in "pajamas" of jute bagging to
keep off the flies and mosquitoes,, and;
will often be tricked out with a big
shoe, after the fashion of a snowshoe,
to enable them to walk on the soft sur-,
face of the miry marshes. Philadel-,
phia Press. j
Losses in Battle. J
Mulhall says that in the ninety
years ending with 1880 the losses in
battle have been 4,417,000. During
that time there have been several of
the greatest wars of history, among
them the French revolution, the
Crimean War, the Civil War in Ameri
ca, the Franco-Prussian War and the
Turko-Russian Wars. '
Signs of the Times. I
First Turkey "Oh, cheer up, old
man, you are superstitious." j
Second Turkey "No, I'm not su-:
perstitious, but when I pick up cran
berries by the kitchen door three days
in succession it makes me kinder mel
ancholy." i
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A Great Dinner on Thanksgiving Day, ,
"We never had such a dinner as
this."
"I don't believe we could eat any
more if we had it."
DR TALMAGFS SERMON.
SUNDAY'S DISCOURSE BY THE NOTED
DIVINE.
Snbject: Improvements . in Heaven"
Heaven Has Improved in Numbers,
Society and Knowledge A Great Con
solation to Good People.
Text: "And I saw a new heaven." Rev.
xxl., 1.
The sterotyped heaven does not make
adequate Impression upon us. We need
the old story told in the new style in order
tojarouse our appreciation. I do not sup
post that we are compelled to the old
phraseology. King James's translators
did not exhaust all the good and graphic
words in the English dictionary. I suppose
if we should take the idea of heaven, and
translate it into modern phrase, we would
find that Its atmosphere is a combination of
early June and of the Indian summer in
October a plaoe combining the advantages
of city and country, the streets standing
for the one, and the twelve manner of
fruits for the other; a place of musical en
tertainment hnrpers, pipers, trumpeters,
doxologies; a place of wonderful architec
ture behold the templet a place where
there may be the higher forms of animal
life the beasts which were on earth beaten,
lash-whipped, and galled and unblanketed,
and worked to death, turned out among
the white horsewwhlch the Book of Revela
tion describes ns being in heaven; n place
of stupendous literature the boots open;
a place of aristocratic and democratic at
tractiveness the king9 standing for the
one, all nations for the other; all botanical,
poraological, ornithological, arborescent,
worshipful beauty and grandeur.
But my idea now is to speak chiefly of the
Improved heaven. People sometimes talk
of heaven as though it were an old city,
finished centuries ago, when I have to tell
you that no city on earth, during the last
fifty years, has bad such changes as heaven.
It is not the same place as when Job, and
David, and Paul wrote of It. For hundreds
and hundreds of years it has been going
through peaceful revolution, and yoar by
year, and month by month, and hour .by
hour, and moment by moment, it is chang
ing, and changing for sometning better.
Away back there was only one residence in
the universe the residence of the Al
mighty. Heaven had not yet been started.
Immensity was the park all around about
this great residence; but God's sympathetic
heart after a while overflowed in other
creations, and there came, all through this
vast country of immensity, inhabited vil
lages, which grew and enlarged until they
joined each other, and became one great
central metropolis of the universe, streeted,
gated, templed, watered, inhabited. One
angel went forth with a reed, we are told,
and he measured heaven on one side, and
then be went forth and measured heaven
on the other side; and then St. John tried
to take the census of that city, and he be
came so bewildered that he gave it up.
That brings me to the first thought of
my theme that heaven is vastly improved
in numbers. Noting little under this head
about the multitude of adults who have
gone into glory during the last hundred,
or five hundred, or thousand years, I re
membor there are sixteen hundred millions
of people in the world, and that the vast
majority of people die in infancy. How
-many children must have gone into heaven
during tbe last five hundred or thousand
years. If New York should gather in one
generation a million populution, if London
Ehould gather in one generation four mil
lion population, what a vast increase! But
what a mere nothing as compared with the
Ave hundred million, the two thousand
million, the "multitude that no man can
number," that have gone Into that city!
Of course, all this takes for granted that
every child that dies goes as straight into
heaven as ever the light sped from a star;
and that is one reason why heaven will
always be freuh and beautiful the great
multitude of children in it. Pot five hun
dred million children In a country, it will
bo a blessed and lively country.
But add to this, if you will, the great
multitude cf adults who have gone into
glory, and how tbe census of heaven must
run up! Many years ago a clergyman
stood in a New England pulpit, and said
that he believed that tbe vast majority of
the race would finally be destroyed, and
that not more than one person out of two
thousand persons would be finally saved.
There happened to be about two thousand
people in the village where he preached.
Next Sabbath two persons were heard dis
cussing the subject, and wondering which
one of tbe two thousand people in the
village would finally reach heaven, and
one thought it would be the minister, and
the other thought it would be the old
deacon. Now, I have not much admiration
for a life-boat which will go out to a ship
sinking with two thousand passengers,
and get one off in safety, and let nine
teen hundred and ninety-nine go to the
bottom. Why, heaven must have been a
village when Abel, the first soul from
earth, entered it as compared with the
present population of that great city!
Agnin: I remark that heaven has vastly
improved in knowledge. Give a man
forty or fifty years to study one sclance, or
all sciences, with all the advantages of
laboratories and observatories and philo
sophic apparatus, be will be a marvei of
information. Now, into what intelligence
must heaven mount, angelhood and saint
hood, not after studying for forty or fifty
years, but for thousands of years study
ing God and the soul and Immortality and
the universe! How the intelligence of
that world must sweep on and on, with
eyesight farther reaching than telescope,
with power of calculation mightier than
all human mathematics, with powers of
analysis surpassing all chemical labor
atory, with speed swifter than telegraphy!
What must heaven learn, with all these
advantages, In n month, in a year, in a
century, in a millennium? The difference
between the highest university on earth
and the smallest class in a primary school
cannot be a greater difference than heaven
as it now is and heaven as it once was.
Do you not suppose that when Doctor
James Simpson went up from the hospi
tals of Edinburgh into heaven he knew
more than ever the science of health; and
that Joseph Henry, graduating from the
Smithsonian Institution into heaven,
awoke into higher realms of philosophy;
and that Sir William Hamilton, lifted to
loftier sphere, understood better the con
struction of the human intellect; and that
John Milton took up higher poetry in the
actual presence of tutngs that on earth he
had tried to describe? When the first
saints entered heaven, they must have
studied only the ABO of the full litera
ture of wisdom with which they are now
acquainted.
Again: heaven is vastly improved in ita
society. During your memory now many
exquisite spirits have gone into it! If you
should try to make a list of ail tne genial,
loving, gracious, blessed souls that you
have known, it would be a very long list
souls that have gone into glory. Isow, do
you not suppose they have enriched the so
ciety? Have they not improved heaven?
You tell of what heaven did for them.
Have they done nothing for heaven? Take
nil the gracious souls that have gone out
'I your acquaintanceship, and add to them
all the gracious and beautiful souls that fora
five hundred or a thousand yearn have,
gone out of all the cities and all the vil-,
lages, and all tbe countries 6! this earttti
into glory, and how the society of heaven j .
must have been improved! Suppose Paul, j
the apostle, were Introduced into our so-j
cial circle on earth; but heaven has added,
all tbe apostle?. Suppose Hannah More
and Charlotte Elizabeth were introduced ,
into your social circle on earth; but heaven '
has added all the blessed and the gracious
and the holy women of the past ages. Sup-,
pose thnt Robert M'Cheyne and John Sum
mesfleld should be added to your earthly;
circle; but heaven has gathered up all the
faithful and earnest ministry of the past.;.
There is not a town, or a city, or a village
that has so improved In sooiety in the last
hundred years as heaven has improved.
Again: I remark that heaven has greatly
improved in the good-cheer of announced
victories. Where heaven rejoiced over one
soul, it now rejoices over a hundred or a
thousand. In the olden times, when tbe ;
events of human life were scattered over
four or five centuries of longevity, and the
world moved slowly, there were not so
many stirring events to be reported la
heaven; but now, I suppose, all tbe great
events of earth are reported in heaven. If
there is any truth thinly taught in this
Bible it is that heaven is wrapped up in
sympathy with human history, and we
look at those inventions of the day at
telegraphy, at swift communication by
steam, at all these modern improvements,
which seem to give one almost omnipres-i
ence and we see only the secular relation;
but spirits before the throne look out and
see the vast and the eternal relation. While
nations rise and fall,, while the earth is
shaking with revolution, do you not sup-,
pose there is arousing intelligence going
up to the throne of God, and that the ques
tion is often asked before the throne,
"What is the news from that world that,
world that rebelled, but is coming baok to
its allegiance?" If ministering spirits, ac
cording to tbe Bible, are sent forth to
minister to those that shall be heirs of
heaven, when they come down to us to
bless us, do they not take the news back?
Do the ships of light that come out of the .
celestial harbor into the earthly harbor,
laden with cargoes 'of blessing, go back
unfreighted? Ministering spirits not only,
but our loved ones leaving us, take up the
tidings. Suppose you were in a far city,
and bad been there a good while, and you
heard that some, V had arrived from
your natire v' jome onswho had
recently seen . rr family and "friends
you would rush up to that man, and you
would ask all about the old folks at home.-. .
And do you not suppose when your child
went up to God, your glorified kindred in
heaven gathered around and asked about
you, to ascertain as to whether you wero
getting along well in the struggle of life;
to find out whether you were in any espe
cial peril, that, with swift and mighty
wing they might eome down to intercept
your perils? Oh, yesl Heaven is a
greater place for news than it used to be
newj sounded through the streets, news
ringing from the towers, news heralded
from the palace gate. Glad news! Vic
torious newsl
Another reason why I speak in regard to
the changes in heaven, and the new im
provements in heaven, is because I think it
will be a consolation to busy and enterpris
ing good people. I see very well that you
have not much taste for a heaven that was
all done and finished centuries ago. After "
you have been active forty or fifty or sixty
years it would be a shook to stop you sud
denly and forever; but here is a progressive
heaven, an ever-accumulative heaven, vast "
enterprise on foot there before the throno
of God. Aggressive knowledge, aggressive
goodness, aggressive power, aggressive
grandeur. You will not have to come and
sit down on the banks of the river of life
in everlasting inoccupation. O busy men,
I tell you of a heaven where there is some
thing to do! That is tbe meaning of the
passage, "They rest not day nor night," in.
the lazy sense of resting.
I do not think It was superstitious when,
one Wednesday night, I stood by a death
bed within a few Hooks of the ohuroh
where I preached, and on the same street,
and saw one of the aged Christians of the
church going into glory. After I had
prayed with her I said to her, "We have
all loved you very much, and will always
cherish your memory in the Christian
ehurch. You will see my son before I
see bim, and I wish you would give him
our love." She said, "I will, I will;" and
in twenty minutes she was in heaven
the last words she ever spoke. It was a
swift message to the skies. It you had
your choice between riding in a heavenly
ohariot and occupying the grandest palaea
in heaven, and sitting on the throne next
highest to tbe throne of God, and not see
ing your departed loved ones; and on the
other hand, dwelling in the humblest place
in heaven, without crown or throne, and
without garland, and without sceptre, yet
having your loved ones around you, yon
would choose the latter. I say these things
because I want you to know it is a domes
tic heaven, and consequently it 13 all the
time improving. Every one that goes up .
makes it a brighter place, and the attrac
tions are increasing month by month and
day by day; and heaven, so vastly more of
a heaven, n thousand times more of a
heaven, than it used to bo, will be a better
heaven yet. Oh, I say this to intensify
your anticipation!
I enter heaven one day. It is almost
empty. I enter the temples of worship,
and there are no worshipers. Iwalkdown
tbe street, and there are no passengers, I
go into the orchestra, and I find the instru
ments are suspended in the baronial halls
of heaven, and the great organs of eter
nity, with multitudinous banks of keys, are
closed. But I see a shining one at the
gate, as though be were standing on
guard, and I say, "Sentinel, what does this
mean? I thought heaven was a populous
city. Has there been some great plague
sweeping off the population?" "Have -you
not heard the news?" says the sen
tinel. "There is a world burning, there
is a great conflagration out yonder, and
all heaven has gone out to look at the con
flagration and take tbe victim coat of the
ruins. This is the day for which all other
days are made. This is the Judgment!
This morning all the chariots, and the cav
alry, and the mounted infantry rumbled
and galloped down the sky." Aftej I had
listened to the sentinel, I looked off over
the battlements, and I saw that the fields
of air were bright with a blazing world. I
said, "Yes, yes, this must be the Judg
ment;" and while I stood there I heard the
rumbling of wheels and the clattering of
hoofs, and the roaring of many voices,
and then I saw the coronets and plumes
and banners, and I saw that all
heaven was coming baok again com
ing to the wall, coming to the gate,
and the multitude that went off in
the morning was augmented by a .vast
multitude caught up alive from tne earth,
and a vast multitude of the resurrected
bodies of the Christian dead, leaving the
cemeteries and the abbeys and the mauso
leums and the graveyards of the earth
empty. Procession nuovlng-in through the
gates. And then I found out tnat what
was lifry Judgment Day on earth was
Jubi'ee in Heaven, and I cried, "Door
keepers of heavnn, shut the gstesjjK
heaven has come in! Doorknepe
the twelve gates, lest the sorro1"
woes of earth, likts bandits, s
day come up and try to tluudc-