Friendships in Heaven.
BY JAMES RUSSELL MILLER D.D.
" It seemeth such a little way to meAcross to that strange country, the beyond ;And yet not strange — for it has grown to beThe home of those of whom I am so fond jThey make it seem familiar and most dear,As journeying friends bring distant countries near.And so to me there is no sting to death,And so the grave has lost its victory ;It is but crossing, with abated breathAnd white, set face, a little strip of sea,To find the loved ones waiting on the shore,More beautiful, more precious than before."There is a story of a ship whose crew wererendered unfit for their duties by coming insight of their home-land. For many years theyhad been cruising in foreign waters. At lastthey came near their native hills. From thelookout came the shout " Home !" Instantlyall the men were wild with excitement. Someclimbed the masts, some stood on deck andstrained their eyes to catch a glimpse of dearscenes. Every heart beat with mingled hope272