And there they found this bedridden saint--one of
those saints whom God is polishing for his own temple--just beaming with
joy. The lady said to her, "It must be very hard for you to lie here."
She smiled, and said, "It's better higher up." Yes! And if things go
against us, my friends, let us remember that "it's better higher up."
Calling the Roll of Heaven.
A soldier, wounded during our last war, lay dying in his cot. Suddenly
the deathlike stillness of the room was broken by the cry, "Here! Here!"
which burst from the lips of the dying man. Friends rushed to the spot
and asked what he wanted. "Hark," he said, "they are calling the roll of
heaven, and I am answering to my name." In a few moments once more he
whispered, "Here!" and passed into the presence or the King.
GOLD.
-- The way to heaven is straight as an arrow.
-- Heaven is just as much a place as Chicago. It is a destination.
[Illustration: Joseph Makes Himself Known to His Brethern. GUSTAVE
DORE. Genesis, xiv.]
INFIDELITY
The Young French Nobleman and the Doctor.
In London, when I was there in 1867, I was told a story which made a
very deep impression upon me. A young French nobleman came there to see
a doctor, bringing letters from the French Emperor.
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