Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1886-03-17

Inat SomeGulng grand ana glorious naQ nap
pened. Who comes there? From wha
port did he sail? Why was this the plac
Of his destination? l question the shep
herds, l question the camel drivers, ques
ton the angels. have found out. FL
was an exile. But the world has had plen
ty of exiles. Abraham, an exile from q
OF the Chaldees; John, an exile from Ephe
sns; Kosciusko, an exile from Poland; MAJ
zini, an exile from Rome; Emmett, an exil
from Ireland; Victor Hugo, an exile from
France; Kossuth, an exile from Hungary
But this one of whom speak to-day hat
such resounding farewell and came int.
such chilling receptioh-for not even al
hestler went out with his lantern to bel,
IN in-that he is more to be celebrated
ian any other e'xYatriatad one Of earth o.
heaven.
1t is ninety-five million miles from here
to the snn, and all astronomers agree in say
ing that our solar system is only one of tht
small wheels of the great machinery of the
universe, turning round some one great cen
tre SO far distant it is beyond all imagina
ton and calculation; 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 home
SICKNESS of Christ? Some of you know
what homesickness is, when you have beer
only few weeks absent from the domestic
circle. Christ was thirty-th years away
from home. Some of you feel homesick
when you are hundred or thousand miles
away from the domestic circle. Christ was
more millions CT miles away from home
than you could calculate if all your life you
did nothing but calculate. You know what
it is to be homes;ck even amid pleasurable
surroundings; but Christ, slept in huts, and
he was athirst, and he was ahungered, and
he was on the way from being born In an
other mans barn to bling buried i'll anoth-
er mans grave. l have read how the Swiss,
when far away from their native country,
at The sound of their national air get SO
homesick that they fall inte melancholy, and
sometimes they die under the homesickness
But oh, the homesckness of Christ ! Pow
erty, homesick for celestial liehes. Perse-
cution, homesick for hosanna. WEAKNESS,
homesick for rest. Homesick for angelic
and archangelic companionship.\ Home
sick to 60 out Of the night, and thestorm,
and the worlds execration, and al that
homesickness suffered to get us home!
At our best estate we are only pilgrims
and strangers here. s'Heaven is our home.'''
Death will never knock at the door of thai
mansion, and in all that country there is moi
single grave. How glad parents are in
holiday times to gather their children home
again. But l have noticed that there is
almost always 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 he gets all his children home with
him in heaven! And how delightful it will
be for brothers and sisters to meet after
long separation! Once they parted at the
door of the tomb; now they meet at the
door of Immortality. Once they saw only
through glass darkly, now it is face to
face; corruption. incorruption; mortality,
Where are now all their sins
and sorrows and troubles? Overwhelmed
in the Red Sea of Death while they passed
through dry shod.
Gates of pearl, capstones Of amethyst,
thrones of dominion do not stir my soul so
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. Home! Let the world die
in earthquake struggle, and be buried amid
of planets and dirge Of spheres.
Home Let everlasting ages roll irresis-
tible sweep. Home No sorrow, no cry
ing. No tears. No death. But home,
sweet home, home, beautiful home, ever
lasting home, home with each other, home
with angels, home with God.
One night lying on my lounge, when very
tired, my children all around about me in
full romp and hilarity and laughter on
the lounge, half awake and half asleep, I
dreamed this dream: was in far country
1t was not Persia, although more than
Oriental luxuriance crowned the cities 1t
was not the tropics, although more than
tropical fruitfulness filled the gardens. 1t
was not Italy, although more than Italian
softness filed the air. And I wandered
around looking for thorns and nettles, but
found that none of them grew there, and
I saw the sun rise, and l watched to see
it set, but it sank not And 1 saw the
people in holiday attire, and 1 said:
sWhen will they put off this and put on
workmen's garb and again delve in the
mine or swelter at the forge?' but they
never put off the holiday attire. And
wandered in the suburbs of the city to find
the place where the dead sleep, and look
ed all along the line of the beautiful hills,
the place where the dead might most bliss
fully sleep, and l saw towers and castles,
but not a mausoleum or a monument or a
white slab could l see. And l went into
the chapel of the great town and | said.
fWhere do the poor worship and where are
the hard benches on which they sit?" And
the answer was made: 'sWe have no poor
in this country" And then l wandered
cut to find the novels of the destitute, and
found mansions of amber and ivory and
gold, but not a tear could I see, not a sigh
could hear, and was bewildered and
sat down under the branches of great tree
and I said: ssWhere am I? And whence
comes all this scene?" And then out from
among the leaves, and up the fowery paths,
and across the bright streams there came a
beautiful group, thronging all about me,
and as | saw them come l thonght l knew
their step, and as they shouted thought
knew their voices; but, then, they were sc
gloriously arrayed in apparel such as l had
neyer before witnessed, that bowed as
stranger to stranger. But when again they
clapped their hands and shouted, ''Wel
come, welcome?' the mystery all vanished
and l found that time had gone and eterni
ty had come, and we were all together agair
in our new home in heaven. And
looked around and said, care we
all here?" and the voices of many
generations responded, GAN here ?" Ant
while tears of gladness were raining dowr
our cheeks, and the branches of the Leba
non cedars were clapping their hands, and
the towers of the great city were Ginning
their welcome, we all together began t.
leap and shout and sing, "Home, home
home, home !'
Scotchman-What'll ye hae? French
mani will take drop of contradiction.
Scotchman-What's that? Frenchman-
Veil, you put in de whisky to make it strong
de water to make it weak, de lemon t.
make it sour and de sugar to make it>sweet
Den you say: "Here's to you! y and yo'
take it yourself.-Breaocrs Gazette.
There are two thinge which man i
bound to take on faith-his wife's prlvat
opinion of him and what sausages are made
from-U Unidentified Exchange.
What is the difference between a NAL
who leaves the house in fit of passion ant
the girl of the period? One bangs doc
and the other adores bang.
Balmy odors from Spice Islands.
Waited by the tropic breeze;
SOZODONT in healthful fragrance
Cannot be surpassed by these.
Teeth it whitens, purides;