The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1889-07-31


have been witnessed in that reception room
Of the old homestead! There met Joseph
and Jacob, finding it a brighter room than
any thing they saw in Pharaoh's 3 palace
David and the little child for whom he once
tasted and wept; Mary and Lazarus after
the heartbreak Of Bethany; Timothy anC
grandmother Lois; Isabella Graham and hel
sailor son, Alfred and George Goodman, the
mystery Of the sea at last made manifest:
Luther and Magdaiene, the daughter he be
moaned; John Howard and the prisoners
whom he gospelized; and multitudes with
out number who, once so weary and so sad,
parted on earth but gloriously met in Heav-
en-. Among all the rooms of that house
there is no one that more enraptures my
soul than that receptida room. I'm my
Fathers house are many ESms."
Another room in our Fathers house is the
throne room. We belong to the royal fami-
" The blood of King Jesus flows in our
veins, so we have rightto enter the throne
room. It is no easy thing on earth to get
through even the outside door of a kings
residence. During the Franco German war
one eventide in the summer Of 1870, stood
studying the exquisite sculpturing OF the
gate Of the Tuilleries, Paris. Lost in ad-
miration Of the wonderful art of that gate,
knew not that I was exciting suspicion.
Lowering my eyes to the crowds Of people I
found myself being closely inspected by gov
ernmeutal officials, who from my complex
ion judged me to be German, and that for
some belligerent purpose might be exam
lining the gates OF the palace. My eXpla-
nations in very poor French did not satisfy
them and they followed me long distances
until reached my hotel, and werenot salts
fed until from my landlord they found was
only an inoffensive American. The gates
of the earthly palace are closely guarded,
and, if so, how much moro severely the
throne room. A dazzling place IS it for
mirrors and all costly art. No onewho ever
saw the throne room Of the first and only
Napoleon will ever forget the letter ''N''
embroideredi in purple and gold on the up
holstery of chair and window; the letter
''N'' gilded on the wall, the letter ''N''
chased on the chalices, the letter ~
flaming from the ceiling. What con-
fagration Of brilliance the throne room of
Charles Immanual Of Sardinia, Of Ferdi-
nand Of Spain, Of Elizabeth of England, Of
Boniface Of Italy. But the throne room Of
our Fathers house hath glory eclipsing
all the throne rooms that ever saw scepter
wave or crown glitter, or foreign embas-
sador bow, for our Fathers throne IS a
throne Of grace, throne Of mercy, throne
Of holiness, throne Of justice, throne OF
universal dominion. We need not stand
shivering and covering before it, for our
Father says we may yet one day come up
and sit on it beside Him. ''To him that
overcometh will grant to sit with me in
my throne" You sec we are princes and
princesses. Perhaps now we move about
incognito, as Peter the Great in the garb of
a ship pcarpenter at Amsterdam, or as Queen
Tirzah in the dress Of peasant woman
seeking the prophet for her child's cure;
but it will be found out after while who
we are when we gst into the throne room.
Ave! We need not wait until then. We
NAV by prayer and song and splr-
itual uplifting this moment enter the throne
room. o king. live forever! We touch the
forgiving scepter and proStrate ourselves at
Thy feet. The crowns Of the royal families
of this world are tossed about from genera
ton to generation and from family to family.
There are children four years old in Berlin
who have seen the crown on. three EN-
perors. But whersyeg the coronets Of this
world rise or fall they are destined to meet
in one place. And / look and see them
coming from north and south and east and
west, the Spanish crown, the Italian crown,
the English crown, the Turkish crown,
the Russian crown, the Persian crown,
ave, all the crowns from under the
great archivolt Of heaven; and while
watch and wonder they are all flung IN
rain Of diamonds around the pierced feet
Jesus shall reign where'er the sun
Does his successive journeys run.
His Kingdom stretch from shore TO shore
Till the sun shall rise and set no more.
o, that throne room of Christ! I'm my
Fathers house are many rooms"
Another room in our Fathers house is the
music room. St. John and other Bible wri-
ters talk so much about the music OF heaven
that there must be music there, perhaps not
such as on earth was thrunmed from tremo-
ling string or evoked by touch Of ivory key,
but if not that, then something better. There
are so many Christian harpists and Chris
tian composers and Christian organIsts and
Christian choristers and Christian hymnol-
ogists that have gone up from earth,
there must be for them some place
of especial delectation. Shall we have
music in this world of discords and no mu-
sic in the land Of complete harmony? can
not give you the notes of the first bar OF the
new song that is sung in Heaven, l can not
imagine either the solo or the doNoiogy. But
Heaven means music and can mean nothing
else. Occasionally that music has escaped
the gate. Dr. Fuller. dying at Beaufort, S.
c., said: 'Do you not hear!" Hear what!"
exclaimed the bystanders. ''The music!
Lift me up! Open the window" In that
music-room Of our Fathers house, you will
some day meet the old Christian masters,
Mozart and Handel, and Mendelssohn, and
Beethoven, and Dodlridge, whose sacred
poetry was as remarkable as his sacred
prose, and James Montgomery and Will
lam Cowper, at last got rid OF his
spiritual melancholy, and Bishop He
ber, who sang of ''Greenland's icy
mountains and India's coral strand" and DR..
Ratties, who wrote of High in yonder realms
of light" and Isaac Watts, who went to Visit
Sir Thomas Ahney and wife for week, but
proved himself so agreeable guest that
they made him stay thirty-sM years; and
side by side, Augustus Toplady, who has got
over his dislike for Methodists, and Charles
Wesley freed from his dislike for Calvinlsts;
and George W Bethune, as sweet as song
maker as he was great as preacher and
author of The Village HYMNS" and many
who wrote in verse or song. In church
or bv eventide cradle, and many who were
passionately fond of music but could
make none themselves. The poorest singer
there more than any earthly prima
donna, and the poorest players there more
than any earthly Gottschalk. o that music
room, the headquarters of cadence and
rhythm, symphony and chant, psalm and
antiphont May we be there some hcHr
when Haydn sits at the keys of one OF his
own oratorios, and David the psalmist
fingers the harp, and Miriam of the Red Sea
banks clapc the cymbals, and Gabriel puts
his lips to the trumpet and the 1otr-ano
twenty soldiers chant, and Lind and parepa
render matchless duet in the music room Oh
the old heavenly homestead. I'm my
Fathers house are many rooms"
Another room in our Fathers house WILL
be the family room. 1t may correspond
~-.;xl, y-oon1 0O earth.