The intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1887-1891, 1889-02-23

house which |, $40 years had been buried
by volcanic eruption, and Farrngut and
his guests walked over the equisite mos
safes and under the beautiful fresco, and
it almost seemed like being entertained
by those who eighteen centuries ago
had turned to dust. o, this mighty liter
AZURE of the dustl Where are the remains
of Sennacherib and AttiIa and Epnminon-
das and Tamerlane and Trojan and
Philip of Mucedon and julius CR5arl
Dust! Where the heroes who fought on
both sides at CkmrOnea, at Hastings, at
Marathon, at Cressy, of the 40 0OJ men
who fought at Agincourt, of the $4,000
men who faced death at Jena, of the 4U0,-
600 men whose armor g!ittered i'll the sun
at Wagram. of the 1000, OO0 men undor
Darius at Arbella, OF the 2,Gll 0O) men
under Xerxes at TheTmopyir? Dustt
Where arc the guests who danced tho
floors of the Alhambra, or the Persian
| palaces Of AhasueTus? Dustl Where
are the musicians who played and
the orators ~hO spoke, and the
sculptors who chiseled, aud the architects
who built in all TIL centuries exc pit our
own? Dustl The great library of the
world, that which has the widest shelves
md the longest aisles and the most multi
tudinous volumes and the vastest wealth,
liz the underground library. 1t is the royal
library, the continental library, the hemis-
phere library, the planetary library, the
library of the dust. And all these library
cases will be opened, and all these scrolls
unrolled and all these volumes uncIasped
and as easily as in your library or mine
we take up u book, blow the dust Off it,
and turn over its pages, so easily will the
Lord of the Resurrection pick up out of
this library of dust every volume of human
life and open it and read it and display it,.
| And the volume will be rebound to be SET
in the royal library of the self destroyed.
o, this mighty Literature of the dust! II
is not so wonderful, after all, Nat Christ
chose, instead of an inkstand, the impress
sionable sand on the floor of an ancient
temple. and instead of a hard pen, put
forth his forefinger with the same kind OF
nerve, and muscle, and bone, and flesh
and wrote the awful doom of hypocrisy
and full and complete forgiveness for re
pentant sinners, ever the worst. /
And now l can believe that which | read,
how that a mother kept burning II candle
in the window every night for ten years,
and one night very late a poor waif of tI'
street entered. The aged woman said tx
her, sit down by the fire." and thu
stranger said, why do you keep thd
lRnI III UUe NlIlO" 1uS u5Oi NOIhu
said: "That is TO light my waywarF
daughter when she returns. Since shl
went away ten years ago, my hair ha
turned white. Folks blame me for worry
ing about her, but you see 1 am her motheE
and sometimes, half a dozen times u night
1 open the door and look out init
the darkness and cry: "LizziI
Lizzie" But I must not tell yO!
any more about my trouble, for l guest
from the way you cry, you nave troubl
enough of your own. Why, how cold an
sick you seem! O.. my! can it be? YET
you are Lizzie, my W lost child. Than
God that you are home again" AM
What a time of rejoicing there was in the
house that night! And Christ stopped dow
aud in the ashes Of that hearth, noN
lighted up not more by the great blazin
logs thar by the joy of a reunited house
hold, wrote the same liberating word
that He had written more than eightee
hundred years ago in the dust of III
Jeru salem temple. Forgiveness! A wor
broad enough and high enough to let pas
through it all the armies of Heaven,
million abreast, on white horses, nostril t
nostril, flank to flank.