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-THEt- ANEXCELLENTP) ADVERTISING MEDIUM. hi Organ cf Washington County. FIRST OF All THE NEWS. Circulates extensively Ja the Counties of J: Washington. Martin. Tyrrell and BsaoforL Job Printing In ItsVarlous Branches. l.OO A YEAR IX ADVAXCB. ' FOR GOD, FOB COUNTRY, AND FOR TRUTH." SIXCiLifCOPl", 5 CENTS. VOL. X. PLYMOUTH, N. C, FRIDAY, DECEMBER 2, 1898. NO. 11. WHAT THE BULLET SANC. 0, joy of creation, To be! O, rapture to fly And be free! Be the battle lost or won, Though its smoke shall bide the sun, I shall Add my love the one Born for me I I shall know him where he stands, ' All alone, With the power in bis hands Not o'erthrownj T shall know him by bis face, By his godlike front and grace, I shall hold him for a space All my ownl It Is he 0, my love! So bold! -It is Iall thy love Foretold! It is I, O, love what bliss! Dost thou answer to my kiss? Ah, sweetheart, what is this? Lioth there So cold! Bret Harte, in Harper's Weekly, 1801. THE STALLED Tfi BY HELEN BEEKMAN. The north-bound train on the Phil adelphia & Erie M as in the midst of the -wilderness of hills and forests that is so picturesque and even grand in the summer season. It was Saturday afternoon, and the fifty emigrants and travelers men, a i, ;i ,i. i i i get into Erie and make a connection with the Shore road early on the morrow. It had been shedding snow feathers all day from a sky of leaden gray, that grew more sombre as night ap proached. At midnight the train came to a stop. The dozing people started up, rubbed the glass and looked out. The 'faint light from the windows revealed snow, and only snow, rising up to the .black sky. "Are we at the station?" This que-tion was asked of the con ductor by a low, sweet voice, and stop ping he saw a beautiful girl. He had noticed her frequently during the day, and resting against her shoulder was an elderly lady, evidently an invalid. The conductor stroked his brown beard nervously, and bending over, as if. he did not wish the passengers to hear, he said: "There's something of a drift .head, miss, but we hope to get through." As he went off with his wire-bound train began to back and kept backing till it had gone some distance. Then came another stop, then another for ward movement. The puffing grew louder, the speed greater, and the engine, like a desperate charger under the spurs of a daring rider, plunged into the drift that filled the long cut. Again the train was brought to a stand,and still in ceaseless descent the snow came down on all sides. A tall, muffled man, with a dark mustache and large, bright eyes, rose from the seat behind Mrs. Paulding and her daughter, Julia, and as he passed them Julia asked: "Would you please, sir, to let us knoAV if there is any danger?" "Certainly, miss," replied the stranger,' and as he spoke lifted his hat and went to the front of the car and out on the platform. Here he met the conductor and the engineer talking in anxious tones. "Try it again, Jim," urged the con ductor. "But where's the use? We have oo fuel, and the steam is down to 20 pounds and still a-sinkiug." "Can't you back out of the cut?" isked Martin Reynolds, the young stranger. "Back out of the cut, sir?" re peated the engineer as he drew his blue sleeve across his swarthy brow. "Why, bless you, the cut runs back for six miles, and the snow in parts of it is hisn as the smokestack bv this ime. " How far does the cut extend Ahead? asked Martin Reynolds, who was the coolest of the three. "About two miles, and after that the road gets worse and worse." "Are there any farmhouses near here?" "No, sir; I doubt if there's a human being outside of the train within ten miles of us," replied the conductor. "It is now midnight," said Martiu Reynolds, "and I presume nothing Can be done till morning." "I doubt if we'll be able to do any thing in the morning. We must wait till they find us, aud heaven only knows when that will be." ' ,-vhero J una laniuing w as sitting, f Supporting her mother, and noi wish- triet tn t.pli tlipm til a worst he said: "We can't get on till morping.sowe might as well make the best of a bad bargain by being as comfortable as possible. " As the car was by no means full, he arranged two seats, and some wraps of his own, which with those of Mrs. Patilding made a comfortable bed, and then he insisted that they should both lie down and sleep. He was one of those men whose presence begets confidence, and whose voice carries with it an authority that melts lwistance and makes obedience pleasure. Having made the invalid and her daughter as comfortable as possible under the circumstances. Martin Rey nolds went off and did the same for emigrant women and children in the other car. And so it was that by morning even the conductor and engineer having exhausted their own native resources obeyed him as if he had a commission to direct. All the remaining fuel it was not much was taken back to the two passenger cars and orders were given to use it economically. When daylight came a number of men, Martin Reynolds in the advance, succeeded in cutting a track to the top of the embankment. From this point the train was nearly hidden, and before and behind, far as the eye could reach, was one vast snow-level. Martin Reynolds had learned that there was food enough on the train to last the people for that day; now he saw that many days must elapse before they could be reached, if indeed their whereabouts be learned by those anx ious for their safety. "I wish we only had a telegraph operator and instruments on board, we might send word where we are and how we're fixed," said the conductor. "While you're wishing," said the engineer, "it costs no more to wish ua out of this scrape. Can't yon see that the telegraph lines are all down?" "Come men, help me to dig up one of the wires all of the wires," said ATartin Reynolds, himself setting the example. " "What good will that do?" asked the conductor, working like a beaver, nevertheless. "I am a telegraph engineer, and understand operating," replied Martin Reynolds. "But you have no instrument to send or receive a message?" "Trust me," was the reply. After much shoveling the wires were found where they had fallen with the poles. Quick as a flash Martin Reynolds cut one wire, and kneeling down placed an end in each corner of his mouth and against his teeth. He waited for a few seconds; no current passed through, so he cast it away. Another and another wire was tried with the same result, till only one re mained. 1 So far Martin Reynolds had been very calm, but as he raised the broken ends of the last wire to his lips the wire on which the fate of so many people depended his strong hands trembled. The others watched eagerly. The wires had been in his mouth but a few seconds when they saw his face flush and a glad light come into his hand Bome eyes. Holding the wire3 against his teeth, he read: "Who calls?" "Lock Haven; who are you?" was the answer. "Cleveland; all the wires to the southeast are down but this." "Have yon any news of the P. & E. train that left here Saturday morn ing?" "No, and don't expect to have for a week. Good-bye." Quick as thought Martin Revnolds brought both wires together. If the batteries were not shut off he might win. Rapidly the edges clicked the alarm. "Who calls?" asked Cleveland. "The P. & E. train." "Where are you?" "In deep cut north of Kane. Women and children in danger. For God's sake send hel" At this iustaut the circuit was broken, but the news was flashed of their whereabouts. Cleveland vas two hundred and fifty miles avay, but the people there were told that human beings were in danger of perishing, and soon a mil lion brave men would know it." Martin Reynolds went down and made the people give him all their food. This he divided into rations, and locked up what he did not serve at once. He took care of the poor invalid, cheering her with the hope of a speedy rescue, aud promising Julia to stand by her till he saw her safely landed in Cleveland. With the two dull train axes he made the men cut fuel and carry it down to the cars, so that when another night came there was no. danger of freezing. Sunday raised; Monday came and passed, and tha last scrap of food had been dealt out to the hungry children. Tuesday came, aud the men who were famishing proposed to make their way through the snow mountains to some settlement, but Martin Reynolds prevailed on them to wait. It was late in the afternoon when a shrill whistle was heard far up the road, but it sounded like music and gave the people heart. It was near dark when men reached the train laden with supplies. And it was another day before the train got through to Erie. The people blessed their deliverer, but he replied that he had done noth ing that anv other man with his knowledge would not have done. Julia Paulding refused to believe this. The man had come a hero to her, all the more of a hero for his gentleness and modesty. Martin often blesses the storm that promised such disaster nnd brought him such a blessing. He thinks the invalid, now restored to health, a model mother-in-law, and he has won the legal right to protect Julia undei all circumstances. New York Led ger. JUST AS COOP AS MOTHER'S JELLY. In Fact It Was His Mother's the Soldiei Bought In Honolulu. The friends of a certain Albany boy, who is a private in the First New York in Honolulu, are much amused and at the same time incensed ovei an experience of his which he relates in a recent letter. After telling how poor the food was, he went on to say he had just recov ered from a slight illness and felt an irresistible longing for dainties oi some kind. After some thought he concluded that he wanted a jar ol jelly more than anything else that he could think of. He remembered the currant jelly which his mother used to make and his mouth watered at the recollection. So he took some money out of his small store and went into the city to buy. He picked out a eon fecti oner's shop, and, going in, asked for a glass of jelly currant jelly pre ferred if they had such thing. To his surprise and delight the man be hind the counter produced a glass of the very kind that he wanted. It looked almost exactly like some that he had eaten at home, and he paid the high price charged without hesita tion. When he came out into the street he was still more struck with its similarity to that which he had seen at home. He examined the jar, turning it upside down. On the bot tom was pasted a piece of white paper with some writing on it. W7hat was his surprise when he saw that the writing, which was somewhat blurred, was the name of his own mother. The mystery of the strange resemblance was explained. A few days later he received a letter from home in which his mother spoke of a box of dainties which she had sent him some time before. "I know you will enjoy the jelly particularly," she said. The only explanation of the presence of the jelly in the shop is that it had been appropriated on its arrival by some one in authority and scld. The young man has complained through his captain, but it is not probable that he will gain any satis faction. A Ruler's Desk. The desk used at the White House by the president of the United States is interesting in itself, apart from its connection with the ruler of a nation, for it is a token of the good will exist ing between two peoples. Although occupying so jroniinent a place in the official residence of America's chosen governor, it is not of American manu facture. It was fashionable in England, says Youth's Companion, and was the pres ent from the queen to a former presi dent. It was made from the timbers of H. M.S. Resolute, which was sent in search of Sir John Franklin in 1852. The ship was caught in the ice and had to be abandoned. It was not destined to go to peices in frozen waters, however. An American whaler discovered and extricated it in 1855, and it was subsequently pur chased and sent to het majesty by the president and people of the United States as a token of good-will and friendship. In an English dockyard the Re solute was at last broken up, and from her timbers a desk was made, which was sent by her majesty "as a memorial of the courtesy and loving kindness which dictated the offer of the gift of the Resolute." London and Its Fire Department. Everybody knows that the biigade work is done better in America than in Englaud, and a foreign office report on the fire department of Boston en ables us to judge how much better. It is a little startling to find that a city of the size of Boston has a larger and a far more costly fire service than London. The metropolitan fire brig ade last year numbered 842 officers and men, as against 849 in Boston. In London the yearly expenditure amounts to about $775, in Boston to $1175. Thanks to the great fire in the city, the London force is to be strengthened, and the outlay will be considerably increased. But when everything is done that the couuty council have plauned the disparity be tween the two fire . services will still be enormous. London Chronicle. A Superstition Sustained. Science sometimes develops facts in rather unexpected ways and places. The old idea that people should sleep with their heads to the north seems tc have a verification. It is contended that each human system is an electric battery, the head being one electrode, while the feet are the other. The French Academy of Science experi mented on the body of a guilotined mau. The instant it fell the body was placed on a pivot, with free action in every direction. After slight vacilla tion the head turned to the north and the body remained stationar-. It wa$ turned half-way round, and again it resumed its original position, the head pointing to the north as truly as the magnetic needle, and the same results continued until the final arrest of all organic movement nORRORS OF SOUDAN WARFARE. " After the Battle Wounded Dervishes Ar Slain Tragic Incidents. Now, there is no braver, kinder mao in the world than the army doctor, writes the correspondent of the Lon don Saturday Review from the ecene of the British victory in the Soudan, In his extemporized field hospital, often under a heavy fire, with a hastily thrown up screen of commissariat cases, , packsaddles, water tanks or whatever came handy, he performed miracles; he was ready to minister to the wants of all wounded men. He was anxious to tend the wounded Der vish whenever one might be brought in. But no wounded Dervish ever was. It was as much as any one's life was worth to go near a wounded Der vish. He would lie on the ground glaring about him like a wild beast. Approach him, and out came his curved ham-stringing knife. With it he would make vicious sweeps, any one of which would maim you for life. It is not possible in the terrific stress of Soudan warfare to detail fatigue parties to overcome the resistance of wounded men and beat them to the field hospital. Hundreds died of their wounds as they lay on the battle field, and those that did not die of their wounds had to be put out of their misery. Terrible stories are told of this dire necessity. Those know best who have been engaged in battle with the Dervish what happened after the fighting was over, and how the problem of dealing with the enemy's wounded was solved. In the cam paign of 1855, parties of English sol diers, commanded by English officers, used to go out to kill the wounded. One private prodded the helpless body between the shoulders with his bay onet. If there was no movement the party went on ; if the Dervish proved alive and squirmed, another private instantly blew his brains out. In one case, remarkable for its in avitable cold-blooded horror, it is said, the troops inside a zereba, the night after one of the most desperate of battles, were driven to maduess by the voice of a wounded warrior who lay outside amidst heaps of slaiu. All night a groaning cry of "Allah! Allah!" rose into the silent night. Not the fierce sharp ring of the word wheu it is the war cry for headlong charge, but an imploring, despairing moan; hour after hour that one word only. "For God's sake silence that man" that was the feeling of all. Council was held as to how it could be done. Soon three men were "told off to get upon the sandbags of the little redoubt at the corner of the zereba, and when the. moon came out from behind the clouds, to fire volleys in the direction from which the cry came. The volleys were fired but the cry went on. Finally it ceased. Whether the man was thus silenced or not it was not ascertained, but in the morn ing there were only dead men in that part of the field. There were others, however, still alive. These could not be tended. Another story was cur rent in those terrible days of how an officer, going u to a group of sur geons found a 'wounded Dervish, and inquiring what was the matter, was told that nothing could be done with him, no one could approach him. He lay there with his knife out, ready with one of those sweeping ham-stringing cuts for any ona who dared to come near. Whereupon the officer, still under the blood madness- of the fight, and "seeing red," whipped out his own knife, avoided the rapid sweep of the wounded man's weapon, and drove his own to his heart. Such are some of the incidents of Soudan warfare. Billy. Sydney Smith was very happy in his country life and his children caught his spirit of delight over com mon things. They loved animals, and spent long hours in training them. One little beast, a baby donkey, be came, under their tuition, perha2stho most accomplished of his species, and unconsciously gave rise to a quatrain which now belongs to the fame of Sydney Smith. The donkey was a well educated chap; he would walk upstairs, follow the family in their rambles like a dog, and when they en-, tered his meadow run to meet them with ears down and tail erect, braying joyously. One day, when Billy's head was crowned with flowers, and he was being trained with a handkerchief for a bridle, Mr. Jeffrey unexpectedly ar rived. He joined in the sport, and to the children's infinite delight, mounted Billy. Thus he was proceeding in triumph, when Sydnej' Smith and his wife, with three friends, returned from a walk and took in the festal scene. The great mau advanced with extended hands and greeted his old friend in nnim proni2itn which has become familiar to the reading public: Witty as Ilorntius Flaecus. As great a Jacobin as Gracchus, hhort, though not as fut us Bacchus, Seated on a little jaekas! , f I'nappreciated Diligence. Jeweler (excusing a heavy charge) That watch was in an awful coudi tion. Why, sir, two hands have been constantly on it ever since you left it. Customer (dryly) That's apparent on the face of it. The Jeweler!?' Weekly. DE. TALMAGE'S SERMON. SUNDAY'S DISCOURSE BY THE NOTED DIVINE. Subject: "Divine Direction" Advice Alined to Cheer Those Who Feel They Have No Especial Mission in the World y? -Follow God's Guidance. Text: "To this end was I born." John Xviil., 87. After Pilate had suicided, tradition says that his body was thrown into the Tiber, and such storms ensued on and about tbat river that his body was taken out and thrown into the Rhone, and similar dis turbances swept tbat river and its banks. Then the body was taken out and moved to Lausanne, and put in a deeper pool, which immediately became the centre of similar atmospheric and aqueous disturbances. Though these are fanciful and false traditions, they show the execration with which the world looked upon Pilate. It was before this man when he was in full life and power that Christ was arraigned as in a court of oyer and terminer. Pilate said to his prisoner, "Art thou a king, then?" and Jesus answered, "To this end I was born." Sure enough, although all earth and hell arose to keep Him down. He is to-day empalaced. enthroned and coroneted King of earth and King of heaven That is what He cme for, and tbat is what He accomplished. By the time a child reaches ten years of age the parents begin to discover that child's destiny, but by the time he or she reaches fifteen years of age the question is on the child's lips: "What shall I do? What am I going to be? What was I made for?" It is a sensible and righteous ques tion, and the youth ought to keep asking it until it is so fully answered that the young man. or young woman, can say with as much truth as its author, though on a less expansive scale, "To this end was X born." There is too much divine skill shown in the physical, mental and moral sonstitu tion of the ordinary human being to sup pose that he was constructed without any divine purpose. If you take me out of some vast plain and show m9 a pillared temple surmounted by a dome like St. Peter's, and having a floor of precious stone3 and arches that must have taken the brnin of the greatest draftsman to design and walls scrolled and niched and paneled and wainscoted and painted, and I should ask you wnat this building was put up for, and you answered, "For nothing at all," how could I believe you? And it is impos sible for me to believe that any ordinary human being who has in his muscular, nervous and cerebral organization more wonders than Christopher Wren lifted in St. Paul's, or Phidias ever chiseled on the Acropolis and built in such a way that it shall last long after St. Paul's Cathedral is as much a ruin as the Parthenon that such a being was constructed for no other purpose and to execute no mission and without any divine intention toward some end. The object of this sermon is to help you find out what you are made Tor and help you find your sphere and assist you into that condition where you can say with certainty and emphasis and enthusiasm and triumph, "To this end was 1 born." First, I discharge you from all responsi bility for most of your environments. You are not responsible for your parentage or grandparontage. You are not responsible for any of the cranks that may have lived in your ancestral line and who, 100 years before you were born, may have lived a Btyle of life that more or less affects you to-day. You nre not responsible for the fact that your temperament Is sanguine or melancholic or bilious or lymphatic or nervous. Neither are you responsible for the place of your nativity, whether among the granite hills of New England or the cotton plantations of Louisiana or on the banks of the Clyde or the Dneiper or tbe Shannon or the Seine. Neither are you responsible for the religion taucrht in your father's house, or the irreligion. Do not bother yourself about what you can not help or about circumstances that you did not decree. Take things as they are and decide tho question so that you shall be able safely to say, "To this end was I born." How will you decide it? By direct application to the only Being in the universe who is com petent to tell you the Lord Almighty. Do you know the reason why He is the only one who can tell? Because He can see everytbiDg between your cradle and your grave, though the grave be eighty years off, and besides that He is the only Being who can' see what has been happening in tho last 500 years in your ancestral line, and for thousands of years clear baeic to Adam, and there is not one person in all that ances tral line of 6000 year3 but has somehow af fected your character, and even old Adam himself will sometimes turn up in your dis position. The only Being who can tako all things that pertain to you into consid eration is God, and He is the one you can ask. Life is so short we have no time to experiment with occupations and profes sions. The reason we have so many dead failures is that parents decided for chil dren what they shall do, or children them selves, wrought on by some whim or fancy, decide for themselves, without any im plor ition of divine guidance. So we have now in pulpits men making sermons who oiiRbt to be in blacksmith shops making plowshares, and we have in the law those who instead of ruining the cases of their t'ients ought to be pounding Shoe lasts, aud doctors who are the worst hindrances to their patients' convalescence, and ar tists trying to paint landscapes who ought to be whitewashing board fences, while there are others making bricks who ought to be remodeling constitutions or shoving planes who ought to be transforming litera tures. Ask God about what worldly busi ness you shall undertake until you are so positive you can in earnestness smite your hand on your plow handle, or your car penter's bench, or your Blackstoae's 'Com mentaries," or your medical dictionary, or your Dr. Dick's "Didactic Theology," say ing, "For this end was I born." There are children who early develop natural allni ties for certain styles of work. When tho father of the astronomer Forbes was going to London he asked his children what present he should bring each one of them. The boy who was to be an astronomer cried out, "Bring me a telescope!" And there are children whom you find all by themselves drawing on their slates, or on paper, ships, or houses, or birds, and you know they are to be draftsmen or archi tects of some kind. And ycu find others ciphering out difficult problems with rare interest and success, and you know they are to be mathematicians. And others making wheels and strange contrivances, and you know they are going to be macn inists. And others are round experiment ing with hoe and plow and sickle, and you know they will be farmers. And others are ulways swapping jackknives or balls or bats, and making something by the bar gain, and they are going to be merchants. When Abbe do Ranee had so advanced iu studying Greek that he could translate Anucreon :tt twelve years of age, tliere was no doubt If ft tbat he was intended for a , scholar. But iu almost every lad there comes a time when he does not know what be was made for, and bis parents do not know, and it is a crisis that God only can decide. Then there are thoe born for some especial work, and their fitness does not develop until quite late. When Philip Doddridge, whose sermons and books have harvested uncounted souls for glory, began to study for the min- istry, Dr. Calamy, one of the wisest, and best men, advised him to turn hl thoughts to some other work. Isaac Bar row, the eminent clergyman and Christian scientist his books standard now, though be has been dead over 200 years was the disheartenment of his father, who used to say that if it pleased God to take any of his children away he hoped it might be his son, Isaac. So some of those who have been characterized for stupidity in boyhood or eirlhood have turned out the mightiest benefactors or benefactresses of the human' race. These things being so am I not right in saying that in many cases God only knows what is the most appropriate thing, for you to do, and He is the one to ask?. And let all parents and all schools and alt universities and all colleges recognize this; and a large number of those who spent their best years in stumbling about busi nesses and occupations, now trying this and now trying that, and failing in all, would be able to go ahead with a definite, de cided and tremendous purpose, saying, "To this end was I born." But my subject now mounts Into the momentous. Let me say that you are made for usefulness and heaven. I judge this from the way you are built,' You go into a shop where there is only) one wheel turning and that by a work- man's foot on a treadle, and you say to vourself, "Here is something good being done, yet on a small scale," but if you go into a factory covering many acres and you find thouoanda of bands pulling on thou sands of wheels and shuttles flying and the whole scene bewildering with activi ties, driven by water or etearu or eleetria' power, you conclude that the factory was put up to do great work and on a vast scale. Now, I look at you, and If I should find that you bad only one faculty of body, only one muscle, only one nerve, if you could see tut not hear or could hear and not see, If you bad the use of only one foot or one hand, and, as to your higher nature,, if you had only one mental faculty and you' had memory but no judgment or judgment but no will, and If you had a soul withr only one capacity, r would say not much is expected of you. But stand up, O man, and let me look you squarely in the face! Eyes capable of seeing everything. Ears capable of hearing everything. Hands capable of grasping everything. Minds with more wbeels tban any fac tory ever turned, more power than any Corliss engine ever moved. A soul that will outlive all the universe except heaveu, and would outlive all heaven if the life of the other immortals were a moment short of the eternal.. Now, what has tho world a right to expect of you? What has God a. est of economists in the universe, and He makes nothing uselessly, and for what pur pose did He build your body, mind and soul as they are built? There are only two be iugs in the universe who can ttnswer that question. The angels do not know. The schools do not know. Your kindred cannot certainly know. God knows, and you ought to know. A factory running at an expense, of 5500,000 a year and turning out gdods worth seventy cents a year would not be such an incongruity as you. O man, with such semi-infinite equipment doing noth-. ing, or next to nothing, in the way of use fulness! "What shall I do?" you ask. My brethren, my sisters, do not ask me. Ask God. There's some path of Christiau use fulness open. It may be a rough path or it may be a smooth path, a long path or a short path. It may be on a mount of con- ' splcuity or In a valley unobserved, but it is a path on which you can start with such. ' faith and such satisfaction and such cer tainty that you can cry out in the face o earth and hell and heaven, "To this end I was born. You have examined the family Bible and explored the family records, and you may have seen daguerreotypes of some of the kindred of previous generations, you have had photographs taken of what you wore in boyhood or girlhood, and what you were ten years later, and it is very Interesting to any one to be able to look back upon pic tures of what he was ten or twenty or thirty years ago. But have you ever hud a picture taken of what you may be and what you will be if you seek after God and feel the spirit's regenerating power? Where shall I plant the camera to take the pic ture? I plant it on this platform. I direct it toward you. Sit stilt or stand still wh.ile I take the picture. It shall be an instan taneous picture. There! I have it. It is done. You can see the picture in its im perfect state and get some idoa of what it will be when thoroughly developed. There- is your resurrected body, so brilliant that tho noonday sun is a paioh of midnight compared witn u. mere is your soul, so pure that all the forces of diabolism 'could' not spot it with an imperfection. Tiiere is your being, so migaty and so swift that flight from heaven to Mercury or Mars or Jupiter and back again to heaven would not weary you, and a world on each, shoulder would not crush vou. An eve. that shall never shed a tear. An energy that shall never feel a fatigue. A brow that shall never throb with pain. " You are young again, though you died of deerepi- ; tude. You are well again, though you coughed or shivered yourself into the tomb. Your everyday associates are the apostles and propuots and martyrs, and the most exalted souls, masculine aud feminine, of all the centuries. The archangel to you no .. embarrassment. God Himself your present ' and everlasting joy. That is an instan-' taneons picture of what you may be und what I am sure some of you will b. If you realize that it is an imperect pic ture my apology is what the apostle John said, "It dotb not yet appear what we shall be." "To this end was I bo-n." If I did not think so I would be over whelmed with melancholy. The world does very well for a little while, eighty or 103 or 150 year3, and I think that; human longevity may yet be improved up to that prolongation, for now there is so little room between our craJlo and our gravo we cannot accfliiiplish much; out wno would want to dwell in this world for all eternity? Some think this earth will finally be turned into a heaven. Perhaps it may, but it would have to undergo radical repRirs and thorough' eliminations and evolutions and revolu tions and transformations Infinite to' make it desirable for eternal residence.:' All the east winds would have to become west winds, ana nil the winters changed to springtides, and all the volcanoes extin guished, and the oceans "chained to their beds, aud the epidemics forbidden entfaace, and the world so ilxed up that I tliink ic . would take moro to repair this old world tban to make an entirely new one. What a poor farthing is a!i that this world can offer you compared with pardon here and lifo immortal beyond the stars' -t unless this side of them there be r placa large enough, nnd beautiful enough and! grand enough fora!ltt ransomed! Wher- ever it be, in what world, whether nearby', or far away, in this or some other con-! steilatioD, bail, home ofiight, and love ae.d' blM3,kess! Ttirough the atoning uief jyj of Christ, may we all tet there! j
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