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THE LEDGER: GAFFNEY, S. C., OBTOBER 1, 1896. K OF CARBUNCLE. |T COMES BEFORE THE GATE OF PEARL. lev. Pr. Taluinyo Sliows How Kartlilj ! Trial C oitu r I>«>foro Ili-avriily SatiHfac* tlon — A Sermon Appropriate to Imll- Vidual and National t'ireuiimtaiUK'M. Wasiiinoton, Sept. 27.—From a ncg* looted text and ono to moat people uu- Iknown Rev. Dr. Talmago this morning produces a sermon appropriate to indi vidual and national circumstances. Tho subject was “Gatos of Carbuncle,” tho 4cxt being Isaiah liv, 12, "And I will fmako thy windows of ugutes and thy gates of carbuncles. ” Perhaps liecauso a human disease of most painful and ofttimes fatal charac ter is named after it tho church and tho porld have never done justice to that Jnt<|ise and all suggestive precious stone, the carbuncle. Tho pearl that Ihrist picked up to illustrate his ser mon, and tho jasper and tho sapphire and tho amethyst which tho apocalyptic ivsion masoned into the wall of heaven [have had proper recognition, hut this, all tho ages, is tho first sermon on carbuncle. This precious stone is found in tho Past Indies, in color is an intense scar- Et, and held up between your eye and Jlio sun it is a burning coal. The poet luts it into rhythm as ho writes: |.iko to 11).' burning coni whence comes Its name, Lnrong tho Greeks as Anthrax known to fame, God seta it high up in Ciblo crystal- ruphy. Ho cuts it with a divine chis- |l, shapes it with a precise geometry lud kindles its fire into an almost su- [omatura! ilumo cf beauty. Its law of ymnn tiy, its law of zones, its law of barallelism, something to excite the BBazcmcnt ex tho scientist, chime the tamos of tho poet and arouso tho adora- jiou of tho Christian. No ono but tho Infinite God could fashion a carbuncle lis largo as your thumb nail, and as if 10 make all ages appreciate this precious Btono ho ord red it set in tho lirst row of tho high priest’s breastplate in olden kime and higher up than the onyx and tho emerald and tho diamond, and in (Ezekiel’s p^nhecies concerning the Isplendors the Tyrian court the car- jbunclo is mentioned, the brilliancies of Itho walls mid cf tho tesselatod floors jsuggested by tho Riblo sentence, “Thou last walked up and down in the midst pf tho stones of fire.” But in my text It is not a solitary specimen that I hand rou, as the keeper of a museum might take down from tho shelf a precious stouo and allow you to examiuo it, uor [is it tho pam 1 of a door that you might [stand and study for its unique carvings cr bronzed traceries, but there is a whole [ gate of it lifted before our admiring and astounded vision; aye, two gates of it; aye, many gates of it, ”1 will make kthy gates of carbuncles.” What gates? "\tes of the ehuroh. Gates of anything th possessing. Gates of successful eWfrprise. Gatesof salvation. Gates of national achievement. Isaiah, who wrote this text, wrote also all that about Christ “as the lamb to thoslaugh- ter, ” and spoke of Christ assaying, ”1 have tred tho wino press alone,” and wrote, “Who is this that eometh from Edom, with dyed garments from Boz- rah?” And do you think that Isaiah in my text merely happened to represent the gates as red gates, as carmine gates, as gates of carbuncle? No. Ho means that it is through atonement, through blood red struggle, through agonies, we get into anything worth getting into. Heaven’;: gate s may well ho made of pearl, a bright, pellucid, cheerful crys tallization, because all the struggles are over mid thoro is beyond those gates nothing but raptures and cantata and triumphal procession and everlasting holiday and kiss of reunion, and so tho 12 gates arc 12 pearls and could bo noth ing else thuu pearls. But Christ hoist ed tho gates of pardon in his own bleed, and tho marks of eight fingers and two thumbs aro ou each gate, nud as ho lifted tho gate it leaned against his forehead and took from it a crimson impress, and all thoso gates arc deeply dyid, and Isaiah was right when ho spoke cf thoso gates as gates cf carbun cle. f.'un'i riiig For Others. What nn odd thing it is, think some, this idcaof vicarious suffering or suffer ing for others. Not at all. The world has seen vicarious suffering millions of times before Christ came and demon strated it on a scale that eclipsed all that went before and all that shall come aker. Rachel liv< d only long enough ofhr the birth cf her son to givo him u nano. In faint whisper she said, ‘‘Call him Bcn-oni,” which means "son of my pani,” and all modern travelers ou tho roau from Jerusalem to Bethel un cover their heads and stand reverently at tho tomb of Rachel who died for her boy. But in all ages how many mothers die for their children, and In many Cases grown up children, who by recre ancy stab clear through tho mother’s heart. Suffering for others? Why, tho world is full of it. ‘‘Jump!” said the engineer to the fireman on the locomo tive. “One of us is enough to die. Jump!” And so tho engineer died at his post, trying to save tho train. When this summer tho two trains crashed into each other near Atlantic City, among tho 47 who lost their lives tho engineer was found dead with ono hand on tho throttle of the locomotive and the other on tho brake. Aye, there aro hundreds hero today suffering for others. You know and God knows that it is vicari ous snerifloe. But on ono limestone hill about twice tho height of this church, live minutes’ walk from tho gates of Jerusalem, was tho sublimest case of sulleiing for others that tho world over sutv or ever will see. Christ the victim, human and sutanic malevolence tho exe cutioner, tho whole human race having an overwhelming interest in the specta cle. To open a way for ns sinful men xd sinful women into glorious pardon id high hope and eternal exaltation, Christ, with hand dripping with the rush of opw^gd arteries, swung back the gate, and behold I it is and gate, a gate of deepest hue, a gate of carbuncle. What is true in spirituals is true in temporals. Thoro arc yruugmen and older men who hi p“, through tho right settlement of this acrid c.inrrovcrsy be tween silver and gold, or the himctallio quarrel, that it will become easy to make n living. That time will never come. It never has been easy to make a living. The men who have it very easy now went through hardships and self denials to which most young men would never consent. Unless they got it by in heritance you cannot mention 20 men who have como to honorable fortune that did not fight their way inch by inch and against fearful odds that again and again almost destroyed them. For some good reason God has arranged it for all the centuries that tho only way for most people to get a livelihood for themselves and their families is with both hands and all the allied forces of body, mind and soul to push back and push open the red gate, the gate of car buncle. For tho benefit of all young men, if I had the time, I would call tho roll of those who overcame obstacle. How t many cf the mighty men who went one way on Pennsylvania avenue and reached the United States senate or walked the otln r way on Pennsylvania i avenue and reached the White House j did not have to climb over political oblo- ; quy? Not one. How much scorn and | scoff and brutal attack did Horace Mann ; endure between tho time when ho lirst began to fight for a better common school system in Massachusetts and the day when n statue in honor of him was placid on the steps of the statehouse overlooking the Commons? Read the biography of Robert Hall, tho Baptist preacher, who, though ho had been pronounced •a dunce at school, lived to thrill the world witli his Chris tian eloquence, and of George Peabody, who never owned a carriage and denied himself all luxuries that ho might while living and after death, through last will and testament, devote his un counted millions to tho education of tho poor people in England and America, and of Bishop Janes, Mho in boyhood worked his passage from Ireland to America and became tho joy of Metho dism and a blessing to the race. Go to tho biographical alcove in city, state or national library and find at hast every other book an illustration cf overcome I obstacle aim of carmine gate that had to bo forced open. I.ivini; Gates. What is true of individuals is true of nations. Was it a mild :; ving morning when the pilgrim fatluvs landed cu Plymouth rock and did they come in a gilded yacht, gay stroami r; (lying? No. It was in cold December, and from a ship in which one would not want to cross the Hudson or the Potomac river. Scalping knives all ready to receive them, they landed, their only welcome tho Indian warwhoop. Ri d men on the beach. Red men in the forest. Rod men on the mountains. Red men in the val leys. Living gatesof red men. Gatesof carbuncle. Aboriginal hostility pushed back, surely now our forefathers will have nothing to do but to take easy posses sion of tho fairest continent under tho sun. The skies so genial, the soil so fer tile, the rivers so populous with fumy life, the acreage so imnn nss, there will be nothing to do but i at, drink and bo merry. No. The most powerful nation, by army and navy, sounded its protest across 2.000 miles of water. Then came Lexington, and Bunker Hill, and Mon mouth, and Long J land battles, and Valley Forgo, and Yoiktown, and star- vutiou, and widowhood, and orphanage, and the 18 colonies went through suffer ings which tho historian has attempted to put upon papi r and the artist to put upon canvas, hut all in \ain. Engraver’s knife, and reporter's skill, and tele graphic wire, and daily press, which have made us acquainted with the hor rors of modern battlefield, had not yet begun their vigilance, and the story of the American Revolution has never been told and never will Le told. It did not take much ink to sign the Declaration of Independence, but it tcok a terrific amount of blood to maintain it. It was an awful gate of opposition that the men and women—and tho women ns much as the men—pushed back. It was a gate of self sacrifice. It was a gale of blootl. It was a gato of carbuncle. Kcd Litter Hr ye. Wo are not indebted to history for our knowledge of the greatest of nation al crises. Many of us remember it, and fathers and mothers now living had bet ter keep telling that story to their chil dren, so that instead of their being de pendent upon cold type ami obliged to say, ‘‘On such a page of such a hook you can read that,” will they rather bo able to say: ‘‘My father told mos'o,” ‘‘My mother told mo so.” Men and women who vividly remember 1801, and 18(52, and 18(53, and 1804, be your selves the historians, telling it, not with pen, but with living tongue and voice and gesture. That is the great use of Memorial decoration day, for tho cullo lilies on the grave tops soon become breathless of perfume, and in a week turn to dust like unto that which lies beneath them. But the story of courage and self sacrifice and patriotism told on platforms and in households and by tho roadside nud in churches and in ceme teries by that annual recital will bo kept fresh In the memory of generations as long as our American institutions are worthy of preservation. Long after you are dead your children will l>o able to say, with the psalmist, ‘‘We have heard with our ears, O God, our fa thers have told ns, what work thou didst iu their days in tho times of old ” But what a time it was. Four years of homesickness. Four years of brotherly and sisterly estrange mi nt. Four years of martyrdom. Four years of massacre. Put them In u long line, tho conflagra tion of cities, and see them light up a whole continent. Put them in long rows, the hospitals, making u vast me tropolis of pain and paroxysm. Gather them iu one vast assemblage, the mil lions of bereft from the St. Lawrence to tho golf, and from the Atlantic to ( the Pacific beaches. Put tho tears Into lakes, and tho blood into rivers, and the shrieks into whirlwinds. During those four years many good and wise men at the north and south saw nothing ahead but annihilation. With such a national debt we coiil l never meet onr obligations. With such mortal antipa thies northern and southern men could never come into amity. Representatives of Louisiana and Georgia and the Caro- liuas could never again sit side by side with the representatives of Maine, Mas sachusetts and New York at the nation al capital. Lord John Ruffell had declared that wo were ‘‘a bubble bursting national ity,’’audit had ccmo true. The na tions of Europe had gathered with very resigned spirit nt tho funeral of our American republic. They had tolled the bells on parliaments and rcichstags and lowered flieir flags at half mast, and even tho lion on the other side cf the sea had whined for tho dead eagle on this side. The deep grave had been dug, and beside Babylon, and Thebes, and Tyre, and other dead nations of the past onr dead republic was to bn buried. Tho epitaph was all ready: ‘‘Hero lies the American republic. Born at Philadel phia, July 4, 177(5. Killed at Bull Run July 21, 18(51. Aged 85 years and 17 days. Peace to its ashes.” But before tho obsequies liad quite closed there was | an interruption of the ceremonies, and our dead nation rose from its mortuary ' surroundings. God had made for it a | special resurrection day, and cried: j “Come forth, thou republic cf Washing- j ton, and John Adams, and Thomas Jef- j fersoir, and Patrick Henry, and John ( Hancock, and Daniil Webster, and S. ! ri. Prentiss, and Henry Clay. Come forth!” And she came forth, to be stronger than she had ever been. Her mightiest prespiritks l ave come since that sitne. Who would want to push hack this eouutry to what it was in 1800 or 1850? But, oh, what a high gate, what a strong gate, she had to push back before she could make one step in advance! Gate cf flame! See Norfolk navy yard, and Columbia, and Cham- bersbrrrg, and Charleston ou fire! Gate of bayonets! See glittniug rifles and carbines flash from tho Susquehanna and the Jamc's to the' Mississippi and the Arkansas! Gate of heavy artillery, making the mountains of Tennessee and Kentucky and Virginia tremble as though tho earth itself were struggling in its last agony. Tho gate was so fiery and so-red that I can think of nothing more appropriate than to take the sug gestion of Isaiah in the text and call it a gato of carbuncles. God Navi tlio ?rnti<;n. This country has been for tho most part of its history passing through crises, and after each crisis was better off than before it entered it, and now we aro at another crisis. We aro told on ono hand that if gold is kept as a stand ard and silver is not elevated confidence will be restored, and this nation will rise triumphant from all the financial misfortunes that have been afflicting us. On tho other hand, wo aro told that if the free coinage of silver is allowed all the wheels of business will revolve, the poor man will have a better chance, and all our industries will begin to hum and roar. During the last six presiden tial elections I have been urged to enter the political arena, b”^ I never have and never will turn t' ulpit in which 1 preach into a political stump. Every minister must do us he feels called to d* 1 , and I will notcritcise him fordoing what ho considers his duty, but all the political harangues from pulpits from now until the 8d of November will not in all the United States change cue vote, but will leave many cars stopped against anything that such clergymen may utter the rest of their lives. As a general rule, the laymen of churches understand politics better than tho clergy, because they (tho laymen) study politics more than the clergy and have better opportunity of being intelligent on those subjects. But good morals, honesty, loyalty, Christian patriotism and the Ten Commandments—these wo must preach. God says distinctly in the Bible, ‘‘The silver and the gold are mine,” and ho will settle tho contro versy between those two metals. If ever this country needed the divine rescue it needs it now. Never within my mem ory have so many people literally starved to death as in the past few months. Have you noticed in the news papers how many men and women hero and there have been found dead, the post mortem examination stating that the cause of death was hunger? There is not a day that wo do not hear the crash of some great eommercial establishment, and as u consequence many people aro thrown out of employ ment. Among what wo considered comfortable hemes have como privation and close calculation and an economy that kills. Millions of people who say nothing about it are at this moment at their wits’ end. There aro millions of people who do not want charity, but want work. Tho cry has gone up to the ears of tho “Lord of Kabaoth,” and the prayer will bo heard and relief will come. If wo have nothing better to de pend on than American polities, relief will never como. Whoevi r is elected to the presidency, tho wheels cf govern ment turn so slowly, and a caucus in yonder white building on tho hill may tie the hands of any president. Now, though wo who live in tho District of Columbia cannot vote, we can pray, and my prayer day and night shall be: “O God, hear tho cry of the souls from un der tho altar! Thou who has brought the wheat and eern of this season to such magnitude of supply, give food to man and beast. Thou who hadst not where to lay thy head, pity the shelter less. Thou who has brought to perfec tion tho cotton of tho south and tho flax of the north, clothe tho naked. Thou who hast filled the mine with coal, give fuel to tho shivering. Bring broad to the body, intelligence to the mind, and salvation to the soul of all the people! God save tho nation!” But we must admit it is a hard gato to push back. Millions of thin hands have pushed at it without making it swing on iti hard hinges. It is a gate made out ni empty flour barrels, and cold fire grates, and worn out apparel, and rhcorlrsH homes, and nninedieatrd sickness, and ghastliness, and horror. It is a gato of struggle. A gato of penury. A gato of want. A gate of dis appointment. A red gato, or what Isaiah would have called a gate of car buncles. A I.Ifo of Ftruggle. Nov.’, ns I have already suggested, as there are obstacles in all our paths, we will bn happier if we consent to have our life a struggle. I do not know any ono to whom it is not a struggle. Louis XIV thought ho had everything fixed just right and fixed to stay, and sex he had the great clock at Bordeaux made. Tho hours of that clock were struck by figures iu bronze representing the kings of Europe, and at a rertain time of day William III cf England and other kings were made to como cut aud bow to Louis XIV. But the clock got out of order ono day and just the oppo site of v. hat was expected occurred; ns the elrek struck a certain hour Louis XIV was thrown to the fret of William III. And so the clock of destiny brings many surprises, and those go down that you expected to stand, and at tho foot of disaster most regal conditions tum ble. In all styles of life there come dis appointment and struggle. God has for some good reason arranged it so. If it is not poverty, it is sickness. If it is not sickness, it is persecution. If it is not persecution, it is contest with some evil appetite. If it is not come evil appetite, it is bereavement. If it is not one thing, it is another. Do not get soured and cross and think your case is peculiar. You aro just like the rent cf us. You will have to tnko the bitter draft whether it be handed to you iu golden chalice or pi wter mug. A man who has a thousand dollars a year income sleeps sounder and has a bitter appetite than tho man who has five millions. If onr life were not a struggle, we would never consent to get out of this world, ajid we would want to stay here, and so block up tho way cf the advancing gen erations. By tho time that a man gets to be 70 years of age, and sometimes by tho time he gets to bo 50 jrars of age, he says, ‘‘I have had enough of this, and whin tho Lord wills it I am ready to emigrate to a country where there are no taxes, and the silver cf the trum pet put to one’s lips has no quarrel with tho gold of tho pavement under his feet.” We have iu this world more op portunity to cultivate patience than to cultivate any other grace. Let that grace be strengthened in thcrcyal gym nasium cf obstacle aud opposition, and by tho help of God, having overcome our own hindrances and worrimeuts, let r.. r > go forth to help others whoso struggle is greater than cur own. A Story. A friend told mo the ether day of a shoemaker in a Russian city whose be'uch was in the basement; of a build ing and so far underground that ho could se'e only the feet of ‘hose who went by on the sidewalk. Seated on his bench, he often looked up, ; ml there went the swilt and skipping feet of children, and then the slow and uniform step cf tho aged,, and then feet with shoes old and worn cut, and then crippled feet, and he resolved l:c would do a kindness to each ono who needed it. So when (he foot with tho old and worn out shoo was passing, ho would hail it and make for it a comfortable covering, for ho had the hammer, and the jigs, and tho shoe lasts, and tho lap stone, and tho leather to do it. And when he saw the invalid foot pass, bo would hail it and go out and offer medicine aud crutch aud helpfulness. And when ho saw tbp aged foot pass ho hailed it and told tho old man of heaven, where he would bq young again. When he paw the foot of childhood pass on tho sidewalk, he would go put with good advice and a laugh that seemed like an echo of the child’s laugh. Well, time went on, and as the shortnaker’s wants were very few he worked but Jittlo for bimsclf and most cf the time for others, and m the long evenings, when he could not so well see the feet parsing ou the side walk, he would make shoes of all sizes and stand them on a shelf, ready for feet that would pass Ju the daytime. Of course, as the years went on, under this process the shoemaker became more aud more Christian until one day bo said to himself: “I wish among all those feet passing up there on the sidewalk I could see tho feet of tho dear Christ passing. Oil, if I could only sco his feet go by I would know them because they are scarred feet!” That night the shoemaker dreamed, and in the dream ho saw the glorious Christ,*tmd he said, “O Christ, I have been waiting for thee to pass on the sidewalk, aud I have seen lame feet, and wounded feet, and agid feet, and poor feet, but in vain have I looked for tby scarred feet.” And Christ said to tho shoemaker: ‘‘Man, I did pass on the sidewalk, and you did see my feet, and you did como out and hail mo, and bless me, and help me. You thought it was tho foot of a poor old man that weut shuffling by; that was my foot. Yon thought it was tho foot of a soldier that weut limj- ing past; that was my foot. You thought that shoeless foot was Jho foot of n beggar; that was my foot. Tho shoes, tho clothing, tho medicines, tho cheering words that you gave to them yon gave to your Lord. ‘Inasmuch ns ye have done it uuto ono of the least of those ye have done it unto me.’” My hearers, with the humble spirit cf that Russian mechanic, let us go forth aud help others. Having shoved back tho carbuncle gato for yourself to pass In and pass on aud pass up, lend a hand to others, that they also may get through tho rod gate, and pass in, aud pass ou, and pass up. Dcfor« Gati of I’carl. But mark well and underscore with heavy dashes of the pen the order of tho gates. Gate of carbuncle before gate cf pearl. Isaiah the prince saw tho ono gate centuries before St. John the exilo saw tho other. Tho ono you must push open. Tho other stands open. Gato of a Saviour's atonement before tho gnta of divine pardon. Gate of poverty before gate of affluence. Gato of earthly trial before gate of heavenly satisfaction. Throngh much tribulation yon enter the kingdom of God if you iver enter it at nil. But heaven will not I o so much of a heaven to those who had everything in this world. A mail who had every thing iu this world enters heaven, and the welcoming angel appoints such a newly arrived soul to a mansion, and says: “Go in and live there. That man sion is yours forever. ” That man thinks to himself, “Why, I have for many years lived iu a mansion; a mansion is bo novelty to me. ” Tho welcoming angel appoints some one prospered of earth to the honors of heaven, the coro nets and thrones. Tho soul thinks to it self, *‘I had mere honors ou earth than I could appreciate, and crowns are heavy things to wear, anyhow.” The welcom ing angel appoints some prospered soul of earth to a fine landscape iu the heav enly country aud says, ‘‘Walk there and enjoy yourself. ” The soul thinks to it self, ‘‘The place I owned on the Hud son” or ‘‘tho castle I had on tho Rhino was almost as picturesque, and then I cannot see tho sunset on tho river, for it is hero everlasting day and tho sun never sets.” The welcoming angel says to some newly arrived soul, ‘‘Lis ten now to tho music; tho orchestra of heaven is about to render ono of tho best oratorios. ” Tho soul would think: ‘‘Why, I have been hearing tho best music for 30 years on earth. Almost ev ery wiuter 1 heard iu tho Academy of Music the ‘Creation,’ the ‘Messiah,’ and ‘Jephthnh. ’ 1 have heard all the great living prima donnas aud some who are dead.” Let the welcoming angel then say to a prospered soul of earth, ‘‘Go new aud rest; this is tho everlasting rest.” “Why,” tho soul would think, ‘‘I am not tired; why do I want rest? I have not done a stroke of work for tho last 20 years. I spent my winters in Florida and my summers in the Adirou- dacks, and I am not in uccel of rest.” Tlie Cloftlm; Picture. My hearers, heaven will not bo so much of a henveix for theisc who had no struggle on earth. But when thoso who had a hard push with the red gate of my text, tho gato of carbuncle, como to the gate of pearl and find it wide open, they will say: ‘‘Why, how strange this is. This is the first gate of valuable en trance in 40 years that I have found open.” And tho welcoming angel will say to some Christian mother who reared a largo family of children and prepared them for usefulness and heav en, “Co where you please and sit down on what velvet bank cr cushioned throne you may prefer. ” And I hear the newly arrived soul saying: “Oh, my! What a good thing it is to rest. I was so tired. I was tired for 40 years. Angel, tell me, is this an unbroken rest? Can it bo that there arc no sick children to take care of? My head was so tired planning for tho household on small means; my eyes were so tired with sewing aud knitting; my back ached with doing work that made mo stoop for so many hours. There was nothing iu tho universe I so much need ed as rest. Now I have it. Blessed Jesus| Blessed heaven 1 Blessed rest!” Then the welcoming angel will say to some Christian that on earth was deaf and had not heard voice of song or voice of friendship, “Hark now to the choirs in white ns they aro about to join in the opening piece cf tbo temple wor ship,” and as the baton swings and as tho deft fingers begin to feel tho pulses of the harp and lip.- - cf martyrs breathe on tho soft Jutes cf praise I hear the surprised scul just entered heaven say ing: “Music! Why, that is the first I ever heard. Will it. keep on? Tell them not tc stop. What is the name of that anthem? Why, I never heard anything like that. 1 never heard anything at all.” And a little child, long ago in heaven, pulls nt tho white robe and says, “Moth er Aud she turns around, saying: “My child, for the liist time I hear your voice. Ou earth I saw your smile and felt tho coil of your blond curls on your childish brow, but I never heard your voice, even iu play or prattle, and I am confused to know which is tho best music—that which the angels cf God render or tho voice cf you, my darling. Music! I read about it and saw tho notes in tho music book, and I saw tho fingers of pianists and organists run up aud down tho snowbanks of tho keyboard, bet I never thought it would be anything like this. Music!” Then the angel will say to a lifelong invalid: “Did you ever breathe air like this? Such balm! Such tonic! Such immortal life in every respiration! Did you ever have any climate on earth like this climate of heaven?” Aud the soul says: “This is tho first time iu many a long year I have been freed from pain. As I passed through the river by that gate tho last ache left mo, and I am well, gloriously well, everlastingly well. I have swallowed tho last bitter draft. I have felt the last cut of the knife. I I have passed the last sleepless night, and now I realize the beauty of what St. John said in Revelation, ‘There shall bo no more pain. ’ ” And then the martyrs and tho prophets and tho apos tles wilbtako up tho chorus, and all tho recovered invalids from earth will join in the triumphant refrain that surges to aud fro from cast gate of heaven to West gate. Chorus, “No more pain, uo more paiu, no more pain, no more pain!” My hearers, it will bo a great heaven for all who get through, but tho best heaven for these who bad on earth nothing but struggle. Blessed all those who before tiny entered the gate of pearl passed through tho gate of car buncle! , They iWu»t ConfrM. A curious point in Swedish criminal! law is that confession is necessary bc- ; fore a capital sentence can bo carried' out. 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Gaffney* Blacksburg . King's Mt — Gastonia. ... Charlotte.... Danville Ar. Richmond ... Ar.Washington . “ Bi.itm’ePRR. “ Philadelphia. •* New York .. Daily. l»“Uy. 12 00 m }> "0 IU '2 20"P I” 2 48 pi 2 29 4 18 p 4 15 p 5 30 *p 0 18 p 7 i)8 p 8 29 12 (X) 3 18 p 7 50 a; a! 8 50 iv n 0 31 a 1001 a j a 10 35 n a 11 00 a! ..Ill 22 a- 111 28 a a 11 54 aj • •1289 p; a'12 -tH pi a 1 39 p; a 2 31 p! a 3 47 p ! 4 28 pi 4 47 p 5 13 p | 5 35 p[ 6 20 p 11 25 )>' 4 35 p 5 35 p 0 28 p 7 OSp 7 48p 8 OSp 8 33 p 8 37 p C 09 a 6 40 p COO a; 6 42 a 9 40 p ... 8 (10 p 11 25 p 10 15 al 3 00 a . 12 43 m 0 20 a Southbound. Vc*. :;o. S - ! Lv. N. Y..P.R.R. 4 30 p “ Philadelphia. 0 55 p “ 020 p 10 43 1. : x ninuicjjiniu “ Baltimore. . ** Washington. Lv'. Richmond ... Lv. Danville “ Charlotte.... *' Gastonia *• King's Mt “ BlaAcsburg . ' Gaffneys M Spartanburg ■ '• Greenville... M Central “ Seneca •• Westminster “ Toocoa •• Mt. Airy M Cornelia •• Lula “ Gainesville... '* Buford Noreross Ar. Atlanta, R. T. Ar. Atlanta, C. T. 6 50 9 35 10 49 i 11 Iff 12 28 1 15 ! 1 35 3 13 3 31 Fst.Ml No. 17 No. 35 Xo.l 1 Kx. Dailv. Daily Sun. 12 15 a 3 50 a 6 22 r. 11 15 a 12 55 p 200 a 6 05 p 6 40 a 10 55 p 12 20 , 11 39 p 1 16 p ........ 1 35 p a a 12 09 12 24 n.-l 09 4 18 p 4 39 p 4 57 a . 4 55 ! 3 55 201 j 2 26 ] 3 15 i 4 20 i 5 15 i 5 47 : I 603 i 3 50 a 0 50 735 a 7 40 ui 8 08 a 835 . 9 07 9 43 a 10 30 al 0 30 6 35 6 57 720 7 48 827 930 Bill) "A" a. m. “P" p. m. "M” noon. “N" night. Nos. 37 and 33—Washington and Southwest ern Vestibule Limited. Through Pullman Bleepers lajtween New York and New Orleans, via Washington. Atlanta and Montgomery,and also Iwtwcen New York and Memphis, via Washington, Atlanta and Birmingham. This train also carries Richmond-August a sleontng cars between Danville and Charlotte. First class thoroughfare coach between Washington and Atlanta. Dining ears servo all meals en route. Nos. 35 and 36—United States Fast Mail. Pull man sleeping cars between New York, Atlanta and Now Orleans. Pullman parlor ear* be tween Klehmonff and Danville. Pullman Sleep ing ears between Birmingham and Charlotte. Nos. 11 and 12—Pullman sleeping cars Iwtwcen Richmond and Danville. The Air Line Belle train, No*. 17 and 18, will, C om June 1st to October 1st, 1896, tie operated •tween Atlanta and Mt. Airy, Gu., daily ex cept Sunday. W H ORJtEN, J. M. CULP. Wen’l Supt., Traffic? M g*r., Washington, D. O. Washington, D. O. W A TURK, B. H. HARDWICK, Gen’l Pass. Ag’t , Ass'tlieuT Pans. Ag’F, Washington, D. C,Atlanta, Ga.