Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1886-03-08

by the register or the stove, what If oa the
wall should come out the history OF your
children? What a hist0ry-the mortal
and immortal life of your loved ones
Every parent is writing the history OF MS
child. He is writing 1t, composing IL INTO
song or turning it into groan.
My mind runs back to one OF the best OF
early homes. PRAYER, like roof, over III.
Peace, like an atmosphere, in 1t. Parents,
personlhcations of faith in trial and COM
fort In darkness. The two pillars OF tDat
earthly home long ago crumbled to dust.
But shall | ever forget that early home
Yes, when the flower fOrgets the sun that
warns it. Yes, when tho mariner fOrgets
the star that guided him. Yes, when
love has gone out on the hearts altar and
memory has emptied It's urn into forget
fulness. Then, the home OF my childhood,
! will forget thee; the family altar OF
fathers importantly and mothers
tenderness, the voices of affection,
the funerals OF our dead father
and mother, with interlocked arms like
intertwining branches of trees making a
perpetual arbor of love and peace and
kindness-then i will forget them-then
and only then. You know, my brother,
that hundred times you have been Kept
out OF sin by the memory OF such a scene
as have been describing. You have of
b5u uhu IAglAG beLi pbdtluuhg Iub lph hhNN
what has held you with supernatural
grasp. | tell you man who has had
such good home as that never gets over
IL, and a man who has had bad early
home never gets over it.
Again, remark, that home is type Of
heaven. To bring us to that home Christ
left His home. Far up and tar back in the
history of heaven, there came a period
when its most illustriOus citizenwas about
As l. OF a
sail from beach to beach; we have often
done that. He was not going to put out
from one hemisphere to another hemis-
phere; many OF us have done that. But he
was to sail from world to world, the spaces
unexplored and the immensities untray-
eled. No world had ever hailed heaven,
and heaven had never hailed any other
world. | think that the windows and the
balconies were thronged, and that the
pearline beach was crowded with those
who had come to see Him sail out the
harbor Of light iato the oceans beyond.
Out, and out, and out, and on, and on, and
on, and down, and down, and 0Own lie
sped, until one night. with only one 70
greet Him, He arrived. His disem-
barkatOn 50 unpretending, so quiet
that IL was not known on
earth until the excitement IN
the cloud gave intimati0D that something
grand and glorious had happened. VINO
comes there? From whatpOrt did he sa1lf
Whv was this the place OF his destina-
ton? | question the shepherds, / ques-
tiOn the camel drivers, l question the
angels, | have found out. He was an
exile. But the world has had plenty of
exiles. Abraham an exile from Ur OF the
Chaldees; John an exile from Ephesus;
KOsciusko an exile from Poland; Mazzini
an exile from Rome; Emmett an exile
from ireland; Victor Hugo an exile from
France; Kossuth an exile from Hungary.
But this one OF whom ! speak to-day had
such resounding farewell, and came into
such chilling reception-tor not even an
hOstler went out with his lantern to help
him in-that he is more to be celebrated
than any other expatriated one OF earth
or heaven
1t ninety-fve million miles from here
TO the sun, and all astronomers agree in
saying that our solar system is only one
OF the small wheels OF the great machin-
ery OF The universe, turning round some
one great centre, the centre so far distant
it is beyond all imagination and calcula-
tlon; and if, as some think, that great
centre in the distance is heaven, Christ
came far from home when he came here.
Have YOU ever thought Of the homesick-
ness of Christ? Some Of you know what
homesIckness is, when you have been
only a few weeks absent from the dOmes-
tic circle. Christ was thirty three years
away from home. Some OF you feel home-
sickness when you are hundred or a
thousand miles away from the domestic
circle. Christ Was more millions OF miles
away from home than you could calcu-
late, if all your life you did nothing but
calculate. You know what 1t is to be
bomesick even amid pleasurable surround
ings; but Christ slept In huts, and
ne was athirst, and he was
ahungered, and he was on
the way IRON being born In another mans
barn 10 being buried in another mans
grave. / have read how the swiss, when
they are far away from their native cOun-
try. at the sound Of their national air get
so homesick that they fall into melan-
cholly, and sometimes they die under the
hOmesickness. But oh, the hOmesickness
of Christi Poverty, hOmesick for celestial
riches. Persecution, hOmesiek for hO-
sanna. WEAKNESS, h0mesick for rest.
Homesick for angelic and arehangelic
eomDanionship. Homesick TO 70 out OF
the night, and the storm, and the worlds
execratiOn, and all that homesickness
suffered to get US home!
At our best estate we are only pilgrims
and strangers here. Heaven Is our
bome.0 Death will never knock at the
door OF that mansion, and In all that
country there Is not single grave. How
GLAD parents are in holiday times to
gather their children home again. But l
have noticed that there Is almost always
a son or daughter absent-absent from
home, perhaps absent from the country,
perhaps absent from the world. oh, how
glad our Heavenly Father will be when
be gets all his children home with him tn
heavenl And how delightful 1t will be
for brothers ana sisters TO meet after long
separAtionl Once they parted at the
door OF the tomb; now they meet
at the door Of Immortality. Once
they saw only through a
glass darkly. now 1t is face TO face; cor
rnption, interruption; mortality, fmmOr-
tality. Where are now all their Gins ana
sorroWs and troublesl Overwhelmed In
the Red Sea Of Death while they passed
through dry sh0d.
Gates OF pearl, capstones Of amethyst,
thrones Of dominion do not stir my soul
80 much as the thought OF home. Once
there let earthly sorrOws howl like storms
and roll like seas. Home Let thrones
rot and empires wither. Homei Let the
world die In earthquake struggle, and be
buried amid procession Of planets and
dirge Of spheres. Homel Let everlast-
ing ages roll, irresistible sweep. H0mei
No sorrow, no crying. No tears. No
death. But home, sweet home, home,
beautiful home, everlasting home, home
with each other, home with angels, home
with God.