The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1883-01-13
rALMAGE's SERMON.
coNrINuEp FRoM rHE FIRsr PAGE.


that in any of the comfortable homes Of
my congregation the voice of prayer Is
never heardp 1t is pointed question
to ask and therefore l ask 1t. At night
is there no petition for protection; in
the morning no thanksgiving for carer
Are you raising your children without
any inculeatiOn of Christian pTinciplep
How will you feel at the judgment seat
of Christ, when you are called to answer
for your parental neglectsP In the 10Th
chapter of jeremiah is the startling pre-
dictiOn that God will pour out his fury |
upon the families that call not upon the |
Lord. o. parents, when you are under |
ground, and the moss has covered the |
inscription on your tomb, will your chill |
dren look back to good, Christian home
and father and mother at morning and
evening prayer? Will they have the
everlasting impression of such sceneP
As they take up the old Bible will they
see in 1t the marks Of tears of cOntritlOn
tears of cOnsOling promise wept by eyes
long years gone into, darkness? Oh, If
you train up your children without any
Christian sentiment, without warning
them against evil, without inviting them
to holiness and to God, and they go off
afterwards into lives of dissipation and
infdelity and make shipwreck of their
immortal interests, ON their deathbed
and at the judgment they will curse you.
| Seated by the register or stove at
night, your children around you,
how if the startling characters
there should come out on the wall
the history of all your loved ones? What
histOTyl The mortal and immortal
history of your children. Every parent
with his hand is writing out the history
of his children, composing it into a song
OF pointing it with a grOan. My mind
runs back to one of the best of early
homes. Prayer like roof over it; peace
| like an atmosphere in it; parents the
| persOnifcatiOn of faith in trial and hope
| in darkness. The two pillars of that
home years ago fell into the dust; but
shall 1 ever forget that home? Yes;
when the flower fOrgets the sun that
warmed 1t. Yes; when the mariner for
gets the star that guided him. Yes;when
love dies on the hearts altar, and MEM
OTy empties its urn into fOrgetfulness.
| Then, home of my childhood, will for
get thee-the family altar of a fathers
Importantly and mothers weeping, the
voices of affection, the funerals of our
dead, the Sabbath twilights which were
the pearly shore of Sabbath days, father
and mother with interlOcked arms like
INTERVIEWING branches of trees, making
perpetual bower of love and peace.
Not till then, home of my childhood, l
will forget thee.
Once more l want to speak of home as
type of heaven. At the best estate my
friends, we are only pilgrims and stran-
gers; heaven is to be our eternal home.
Death will never knock at the door of
that mansion, and in all that land there
will not be single gravel Aged par
ents rejoice very much on Christmas
day, they have theirE children at home,
but there in almost always a son or a
daughter absent-absent from the cOun-
try; perhaps absent from the world. But
OH how our heavenly father will re-
jOice in the long Thanksgiving Day of
heaven, when he has all his children
with him in glory! How glad brothers
and sisters will be to meet after so long
a separation. Perhaps a score of years
ago they parted at the door of the tomb.
Now they meet again at the door of i'm
mortality. Once they looked through a
glass darkly; DOW, face to face, cOTrup-
TuptiOn ruptiOn-mOrtality immor-
tality. Where are now all their tempt
atiOns and sorrows and tTtalsp Over
Whelmed in the Red sea of death, while
they, dryshOd, marched into glory.
Gates of jasper, capstOne of amethyst,
thrones of dominion do not so much af-
feet my soul as the thought of home.
Once there, let earthly sOrrOws howl
like storms and roll like seas. HOmel
Let thrones rot and empires wither.
HOmeI' Let the world die in earthquake
struggles, and be buried amid process
sion of planets and dirge of spheres.
Home! No sorrow, no crying, no tears,
! no deathl Home with each OtheTl Home
with angelst Home with GOdl Home
One twilight after had been playing
with the children for some time, laid
down on the lounge to rest. The chill
dren said, "Play more" Children al
ways want to play more. And, half asleeI
: and half awake, seemed to dream this
= dream: 1t seemed to me was in faI
: distant land-nOt Persia, although more
than Oriental luXuriance crowned the
cities; nor the tropics, although more
I than tropical fruitfulness filled the gar.
!, dens; nor Italy, although more than Ital
ian softness filled the air. And l wan.
!. dered around, looking for thOrns and
a nettleS, but found none of them grew
there. And l walked forth and saw the
: sun rise, and l said: "When will it sci
l againP" And the sun sank not. And
( saw all the people in holiday apparel
q and 1 said: when will they put OF
the wOrkingman's garb again and delve
in the mine and swelter at the fOrgep
But neither the garments nor the robes
| did they put off. And l wandered in
! the suburbs and said: Where do they
} bury the dead of this great cityP" And
} would be most beautiful for the dead tC
sleep, and saw castles, and towns, and
battlements, but not mausOleum, mol
, monument, nor white slab could l see
And 1 went into the great chapel of the
! town and said: "Where do the poor
, worship; where are the benches on which
they sit?" And voice answered: ''We
have no poor in this great city" And
wandered out, seeking the novels of the
destitute, and 1 found mansions of am.
Der and ivory and gold, but no tear did
/ see nor grOan hear. | was bewildered,
and sat under the shadow of great tree
and said: what am /, and whence
comes all this?" And at that moment
there came from among the leaves, skip
ping up the fOwery paths and across
the sparkling waters very bright and
sparkling group; and when l saw their
step knew it, and when l heard their
voices thought knew them, but their
apparel was so different from anything
had ever seen, bowed, stranger to
lstrangers. But after while, when they
clapped their hands and shouted, "Wel-
cOmel welcOmeP' the mystery was sOlv
ed, and l saw that time had passed and
eternity had come, and that God had
gathered US up into higher home; and
| said: care we all herep and the vol
ces Ofinnumerab1e generations answer