St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-03-22

struck Goliath, In the head, but where Ma
than struck David, in the heart. Whose
son art thou. thou young mani" Some
time, i'm the winter holiday, when we are
accustomed to gather our families together,
old times have come back again, and our
thoughts have been set 10 the tune of Aud
Lang Syne. The old folks were so busy at
such times in making us happy. and per
haps on less resource made their sons and
daughters happier than you on larger re-
source are able 10 make your sons and
daughters happy. The snow lay two feet
above their graves. but they shook OFF the
white blankets and mingled in the holiday
feStivties-the same wrinkles, the same
stoop or shoulder under the weight or years,
the same old style OF dress or coat, the
same smile, the same tones Of voice. |
hope you remember them before they went
away. II not, hope there are those who
have recited to you what they were, and
that there may be
IN YOUR HOUSE
some article of dress or furniture with
which you associate their memories. want
20 arouse the most sacred memories OF Your
heart while L make the imprisoned inter-
rogat0ry in regard to your pedigree:
Whose son art thou, thou young man?"
First, / accoSt all those who are descended
of Christian ancestry. do not ask if
your parents were perfect. Perhaps there
was sometimes too much blood in their eye
when they chaStiSed you. But from what
i know Of you, you got no more than you
deserved, and perhaps little more than
You deserved, and perhaps a little more
chastlSement would have been Salutary.
But you are willing to acknowledge, think,
that they wanted to do right. From what
you overhead in conversations and from
what you saw at the family altar and at
ObSequieS, you know that
they had invited God into their heart and
life. There was something that sustained
those old people systematically. You have
no doubt about their destiny. You expect
If you ever get to heaven to meet them as
certainly as you expect to meet the Lord
Jesus Christ. That early association has
been a charm for you. There was a time
when you got right up from a house of in
iquity and walked out into the fresh air be-
cause you thought your mother was looking
at you. You have never been very happy
III sin because of sweet old face that
would present itself.
TREMULoUs VOICES
from the past accosted you until they were
1N~AIAAl--As AaaAOACf ANu ANOhNu
10 see who spoke. There was estate not
mentioned in the last will and testament a
vast estate of prayer and holy example and
Christian entreaty and glorious memory.
The survivors of the family gathered TO
hear the will read, and this was TO be kept,
and that was TO b sold, and it was share
and share alike. But there was an I'M
written will that read something like this:
I'm the name of God. Amen. L, being of
sound mind, bequeath to my children all
my prayers for their salvation; beQueath
10 them the Christian religion which has
been so much comfort to me, and hope
may be SOlace for them; bequeath to them
hope of reunion when the partings of life
are over; share and share alike may they
have in eternal riches. L beQueath 10 them
the wish that they may avoid my errors and
copy anything that may have been worthy.
In the name of the God who made me, and
the Christ who redeemed me, and the Holy
Ghost VINO sancttiieS me, | make this my
last Will and testament. Witness, all We
hosts of heaven. Witness. time, witness,
eternity. Signed, sealed and delivered in
this our dying hour. Father and Mother. "
You did not get that will proved at the
surrogate s Office; but / take it out to-day
and l read it to you; l take il out of the
alcoves OF your heart; shake the dust o
OF it, and l ask will you accept that inheri-
lance, or will you break the will?
THE STAB OF HOPE
may point down 10 your manger. Perhaps
you are 10 be the hero or the heroine that
is 10 put down the breaks and stop that
long train of genealogical tendencies and
switch il of on another track from that
on which il has been running for century.
You do that, and / will promise you as tine
palace rs the architects OF heaven can
build. the archway inscribed by the words:
More than cOnqueror." But whatever
your heredity, let me say, YOU may De
sons and daughters of the Lord God Al
mighty. Estranged children from the
gate of adoption. There IS royal blood in
our veins. There are crowns on our eS-
cutcheOn. Our father is king. Our brother
is king. We may be kings and queens
unto God forever. Come and sit down on
the ivory bench of the palace. Come and
wash in the fountains that fall into the
basins Of crystal and alabaster. Come and
look out of the upholstered window upon
gardens and aZalea and amaranth. Heal
the full burst Of the orchestra while you
banquet with potentates and victors. Oh,
when the text sweeps backward, let it not
stop at the cradle that rocked your infancy,
but ut the cradle that rocked the first world.
and when the text sweeps forward let il
not stop at your grave, but at the throne on
which you may reign forever and ever.
Whose son art thou, thou young man?'
Son Of God! Heir Of mortality Take
your inheritance.