Morning journal and courier., 1889-04-08
ETERNITY sKr IN mAr,s HEART.

What Is Beyond-Man's Longing and
 Inward ConsclOusness of the Infinite
 "A Powerful Sermon by Rev. pr.
 Merritt HuIburd of New York at the First M. Es Chureh-SsKn MY Fathers
 House Are Many Mansions.s'
 ''He hath set the world in their heart" was the text of powerful sermon by Rev. Mer- ritt Hulburd, D.D., of New York at the First M. E. church yesterday morning. It was an effort such as is seldom listened to by church goers and his argument grasped the very battle front and heart of unbelief.
 The text has been often in my mind and heart, said he. Lord Bacon said of it that by it he understood the mind of man is framed like mirror in which the whole uni verse is imaRed. The teaching of the text shows that though the mind of man is finite eternity is grounded in his heart. You can- not persuade the true man that this world is all there is. There is something else within him. As we consult the lines of the universe with relation to each other there is prevail ing idea of order; there is law. Everything is under law and some misguided men have come to deify it and say that the beginning of all is law. They come to say that the. earth is speck in crea- tion, a drop of warm mud in the universe Though geology has pushed back the pro. cesses of creation into dim region of space and our notions of time contract to 8 span, man is just as restless in this region of suc- cessive ages as in the period of span of three score and ten. He still asks when you have run these cycles: f'What is beyond themf' There is nothing short of infnity that will satisfy him. God has set eternity in his heart. You may talk of evolution and de- velopment, but he still seeks beyond to find some source of being. He takes the atom. The chemist says even it bears signs of mans ufacture. Regularity, order, these only give the highest idea of the mind and power that ordered them. Your geological periods are dizzy reaches, but give no signs of rest. Man has not been here long enough to see an equilibrium, but philosophy shows there and that sometime our planet will take its place beside the burned out orbs in space like our moon. Among this crowd of matter and flesh of worlds there is an eternity in mans heart which cannot be crushed out.
 There is greater deal of practical atheism than there is of dogmatism. There are fools who have said in heart there is no God be- cause of worldliness, but few who have come to this out of their study. We suffer noble discontents. They take sometimes the form of grief. It is the misunderstood, misinter- preted yearnings of the human heart after bu0 4uuu1l0 WHICH we to SaC1SIy W1CQ the finite. There seems to be periods of joy. There is the man born to the purple, to wealth, to high esteem. He achieves wis dom, high power and possesses more than any of his contemporaries. But what is the resulta It all seems in that we'll known phrase: ''Vanityi vanity, all is vanity!" The savage may love no improvement in his nature, but not with the prodigal. The memory of the fathers house will forever make his heart restless. It is the vague and indeterminate, but nevertheless certain con- sciousness of another state of being, which makes you restless in the lower state of life. This is Gods witness of another life that for goes it's image upon the human heart.
 do not know that you will find anywhere real necessity existing that you cannot find in nature something to satisfy it. He who has made the eye to drink in the light has filled the whole universe with limitless light. Everywhere in the physical world there is this complete adaptation of supply to de- mand. God sets us close in contact with the object of our hearts' yearning, and it yearns to be satisfied. The price of worship is upon the soul. and to this cry God responds. In the domain of affections and spiritual nature have right to turn my telescope to the Armament to find that dim star which hovers over my existence, and out of the darkness the hand of God is extended and my heart swells out and weeps before it's living God.
 I stand by the shore of the sea in which we sail away, some in such tiny boats that it seems foolish to sail alone; I ask whence2 whithera why do they never come back? But there is voice coming from the distance, and when I ask 'swhere?" it says: "In my fathers house are many mansions"