Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1889-02-28

hecomes an outcast, while for men whose
lives have been sodomic for twenty years,
the world swings opens its doors OF brittany
welcome. and they may SIT in legislatures ana
senates and parliam nts or ON thrones. mike
the Christ of my text, the world writes a
mans misdemeanor in dust, but chlseis
woman's oifenss with great cap tlis upon in-
effaeeable marble For foreign lords
and princes, whose names cannot even
be mentioned in respectable circles
abroad, because they are walk
ing lazarettos of abomination, our
American pr ncesses OF fortune wait, and at
the first beck sail ont with them into the
blackness of darkness forever. And in what
are called higher circles Of society there IS now
not only their imitation of foreign dress and
foreign manners, but an imitation Of foreign
dissolnteness. / like an Englishman aud
like an American, but the scSest creature on
earth is an American playing the English
man. Society needs to be reconstruf ted on
this subject Treat them alike, masculine
crime and feminine crime. II you cut the
one in granite. cut them both in granite
IL you write the one in dust, write the
other in dust No. no. says the world. let
woman go down and let man go up. What
is that hear FLASHING into the East River at
midnight, and then there rs a gurgle as OF
strangulation, and all is still. Never mind.
IL is only woman too discouraged to live
Let the mills of the cruel world grind right
on.
But while speak OF Christ of the text
His stopping down writing in the dust, do
not think underrate the literature Of the
dust II is the most solemn and tremendous
of all literature. IL is the greatest OF all
libraries Wien Layard exhumed Nineveh
he was only opening the door of its
mighty dust. The excavations Of
Pompsii have only been the upclasp-
ing of the lids of volume of nations dust.
When Admiral Farragut and his friends, a
few years ago. visited that resurrected city,
the house of Ralbo who had been ono of ITS
CHI eff citizens in its prosperous DAYS. was
opened and table was spread in that house
which eighteen hundred and ten years has
been buried by volcanic eruption. and Farra-
gut and his guests walked over the
exquisite mosaics and under the beautiful
frescn and it almost seemed like being enter
tanned by those who eighteen centuries ago
had turned to dust. CHI this mighty
literature of the dust. Where are the
remains OF Sennacherib and Attila and
Fpamimondas and Tamerlane and Tro-
jan and Philip OF Macedon and Julius
Cesar. Dust Where are the heroes
who fought on both sides at Charonea at
Hastings, at Marathon, ut Cressy of the no.
600 men who fought at Agincourt, of the
251 0e0 men who faced death at Jena. OF the
100000 whose armnr glittersl in the sun at
Wragram, OF the ! .0n,00 men under Darius
at Arbella. OF the Z. 64l 900 men under Xerxes
at hermopyl;Pi Dust
Where are the guests who danced the floors
Of the Alhambra. or the Persian palaces of
Ahasuerusl Dust Where are the musicians
who PLAYED and the orators who spoke. and
the sculptors who chiseled. and the archi-
tects who built in all the centuries ex-
cept our own. Dust! The greatest
library OF the word, that which has
the widest shelves and the longest ais es
a.
and the vastest wealth. is the underground
library IL is the royal library, the con.
tnental library, the hemisphere lihriry,
the planetary library. the library OK
the dust. And all these library cases
will be opened, and all these scrolls
unroled aud all these volumes uncasped and
as easily as in your library or mine we take
up n book, blow the dust off OF it, and turn
over its pages. so easily will the Lori of the
Resurrection pick lp out Of this library of dus.
every volume OF human life and open 10 and
read it and display I. And the volume
will he rebound, u b set in the roval IL
hrary of the Kings palace. or in the prison
library of the self destroyed. Oh. this
mighty literature of the dust It is not 50
wonderful after all that Christ chose, instead
of an inkstand the impressiunable san ON
the floor of an ancient temple and, ins cad
of n hard pen, put forth His forefinger with
the same kind of nerve, an muscle. and
Done. ana Ile-I. uS ltdb WHICH makes UP our
own foreiinger. and wrota the awful doom
of hypocrisy and full and complete FORGIVE
ness for repentant sinners. even the worst.
And now can believe that which ] read,
how that mother kept burning candle n
the window every night for ten years, and
one night very late poor waif of the street
entered The aged woman said to her; "Sit
down by the fire. and the stranger SAID:
"Why do you keep that light in the win
dow The aged woman sud; THAT
is to light my wayward daughter
when she returns. Since She went away ten
years ago my hair has turned white. Folks
blame me for worrying about her, but you
see I am her mother. and som times, half
dozen times n night, 1 open the door and
look out into the darkness and cry:
'Lizziel Lizzie" But must not
tell you nny more about my
trouble, for | guess. from the way you cry,
You have trouble enough of your own
Why. how cod and sick you seem Oh. my
can it he. les. you are Lizzie. my own lost
child. Thank God that you are home ngainn
And what a time OF rejoicing there was in
that house that night AMI Christ again
stopped down. and in The ashes
of that hearth now lighted up
not more by the great blazing logs than 10y
the joy OF reunited household wrote the
same liberating words that lie had written
more than eighteen hundred years ago in the
dust o the Jerusalem temple. Forgivenessl
A word broad enough and high enough to
let pass through il all the armies of heaven, a
million abreast, OH white horses, nostril to
nostril, tank to flank.