Connecticut western news., 1891-12-10

suffer loss? We all suffer loss Is one bereaved2 We are all bereaved.
 Their streaming eyes together flow | For human guilt and mortal woe.
 If you rejoice at another's misfortune you are not one of the sheep, but one ! of the goats; and the vulture of sin hath alighted on your soul, and not the dove of the spirit.
 THE WILL OF JESUS.
 Next I notice the family property. After a man of large estate dies, the relatives assemble to hear the will read. So much of the property is willed to his sons, and so much to his daughters, and SO much to benevolent societies. Our Lord Jesus hath died, and we are assembled today to hear the will read. He says, My peace give unto you-" Through his apostle he says, "All are yours" What! everything2 Yes everything! This world and the next. In distinguished families there are old pictures hanging on the wall They are called the ''heirlooms" of the estate They are very old, and have come down from generation to generation.
 So look upon all the beauties of the natural world as the heirlooms of our royal family. The morning breaks from the east. The mists travel up hill above hill, mountain above mountain, until sky-lost. The forests are full of chirp and buzz and song. Trees leaf and birds wing futter with gladness. Honey makers in the log, and beak against the bark, and squirrels chatter ing on the rail, and the call of the hawk out of a clear sky, make you feel glad. The sun, which kindles con- fagrations among the castles of cloud, and sets minaret and dome aflame stoops to paint the lily white, and the buttercup yellow, and the forgetmenot blue
 What can resist the sun? Light for the voyager over the deep! Light for l the shepherd guarding the focks afield Light for the poor who have no lamps to, burn! Light for the downcast and the lowly Light for aching eyes and burning brain and wasted captive! Light for the smooth brow of child hood and for the dim vision of the octogenarianl Light for queens coro net and for sewing girls needle! Let there be light Whose morning is this? My morning. Your morning. Our Father gave us the picture and hung it on the sky in loops of fire. It is the heirloom of our family.
 And so the night It is the full moon. The mists from shore to shore gleam like shattered mirrors, and the ocean, under her glance, comes up with great tides, panting upon the beach, mingl.ng as it were foam and fire. The poor man blesses God for throwing such cheap light through the broken win 1 dow pane into his cabin; and to the sick it seems light from the other shore which bounds this great deep of human pain and woe. If the sun seem like song full and poured from brazen instruments that fill heaven and earth with great harmonies, the moon is plaintive and mild. standing beneath the throne of God, sending up her soft, sweet voice of praise, while the stars listen and the sea.
 No mother ever more sweetly guard ed the sick cradle than all night long this pale watcher of the sky bends over the weary, heartsick, slumbering earth. Whose is this black framed, black tas seled picture of the night? It is the heirloom of our family. Ours, the grandeur of the spring, the crystals of the snow, the coral of the beach, the odors of the garden, the harmonies of the air.
 LET US INSPECT THE ESTATE.
 You cannot see a large estate in one morning. You must take several walks around it. The family property of this royal house of Jesus is so great that we must take several walks to get any idea of it's extent. Let the first walk be around this earth. All these valleys, the harvests that wave in them, and the cattle that pasture then-all these mountains, and the precious things hidden beneath them, and the crown of glacier they cast at the feet of the Al pine hurricane-all these lakes, these islands, these continents. are ours
 In the second walk go among the street lamps of heaven and see stretch ing off on every side a wilderness o1 worlds For us they shine. For us they sang at a Saviour's nativity. For us they will wheel into line, and witl their flaming torches add to the splen dor of our triumph on the day fol wh, ch all other days were made.
 In the third walk go around the Eter nal City. As we come near it, hark to the rush of it's chariots and the wedding peel of it's great towers. The bell O. heaven has struck twelve. 1t is higl noon. We look off upon the chaplets wb ch never fade, the eyes that never we.p, the temples that never close, the loved ones that never part, the proces sion that never halts, the trees tha never wither, the walls that never car oe captured, the sun that never sets until we can no longer gaze, and wt l hide our eyes and exclailn, Eye hatl t not seen, nor ear heard, neither have t entered into the heart of man the thing which God hath prepared for them tha } love him." As these tides of glory ris, : we have to retreat and hold fast les ] we be sweIt off and drowned in tn, emotions of gladness and thanksgivin!
 and triumph.
 What think you of the family prop erty2 It is considered an honor t. marry into family where there is grea 8 wealth. The Lord, the bridegroom o l earth and heaven, offers you his hear 8 and his hand, saying, in the words o g the Canticles, Rise up, my love, m i. fair one, and come away" and ono |, having put on thy hand the signet rim @ of his love you will be endowed witt