The weekly Panola star. [volume] (Panola, Miss.) 1857-1881, 1869-06-19

lIuFke, the London eobblcf--wlo
should rink higher than Fulton, IL.
Place, Franklin or Mare, In the
worlds ealImale of Just lencfaciIoo,
~ all TINT pertains TO true hefolaln,
moral devotion and immortal worth.
This gfcat moral motor, begun
and fosiercd 10 such obscuriiy, now
moves the vast machinery Of mi.-
eionary enterprise and controls the
complicated Iniercsts Of enlightened
civilization Throughout, The world.
That feeble llg'a, kindlct IN the
damp atmospheric Of dcs,itution and
Ignorance, has grown brighter and
more luminous, until its raya have
penetrated the dark rccesscs of the
heather world, driving the shadows
Of superstition and inddelity before
il, until n food Of moral Illumination
has spread, as Il were, over tho earth.
From that sacred fame torches have
been itand throughevery cav
ern of sin and vice; and signal lights
hung over the stormy coasts of lifc's
dangerous seas, warning wanderers
of impending dangers, and exposing
with their beacon rays those sunkcn
rocks where shipwreck swallows up
the children Of despair.
In every land; upon the mountain
tops and in the deep valleysof every
zone; where the aurora borealis
shoots its corruscations under the
northern harp; where soft winds and
the perennial birth Of flowers pro-
claim the residence of summer;
under the hot glance Of the torrid
sun, where suffocating nature pants
and dies for want Of the rain-drop;
everywhere, the banners Of your
comrades, my young friends, are
dancing in the wind, and in every
cline the glad 9hout, "excelsiorl'
rings out high over every cliff of
difficulty and obstruction. The
painted native of the south seas,
luxuriously swinging in his ham,
mock; the Malay girl, weaving her
mats beneath the shade Of the mango
grove; the swarthy son of Ethio.
pia, the vulture- -plumed worshipcr
of the sun, tho walrus hunter Of fur
clad Finland and the antipodal Chi
man-each and all Of every race
and cline, through your agency, the
Sabbath School Union, have been
told the story of the fall; and each |
have wept at the recital of the trag-
cdy upon the hill near Jerusalem.
This work, so faithfully begun and
prosecuted, must have its end Of full
accomplishment; that happy end,
when the isles Of the seas win clap
their hands, and the earth be reno
waited as residence for Christ.
If unchecked, my friends, by the
proprictics Of the occasion, ] could
further exhaust your patience, which
I greatly fear Is already taxed. The
subject is yet full of suggestion.
Swallow-like ! have circumvolated
the grand enterprise Of the Sunday
school mission, dipping wing here,
and another there, while the vast ex-
panse of embodied principle and
hope remains undisturbed, ocean
like, boundIess and majestic.
Nothing remains but the formal
word Of welcome; welcome alike to
superintendants, teachers aud schol-
rs-co-workers in'this great enter
prise Of general Christian, unsecta-
rian reformation. Our hearts are
full, II our hands are seemingly
empty; and We cordially and earn
estly invite you to partake Of our
with that freedom we
would accept at your hands. There
Is no back room In our hearts, where
other sweet-meats are stored for
some future and better priced guests,
but the keys Of our homes and
affection are yours for to-day, and
we ourselves the servants Of your
pleasure.