Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1891-12-12
..'-. DECEMBER l22, 1891

tian family the sorrow Of one ought to
be the sorrow of all. Is one perse.
cutedY All are prosecuted. Does one
suffer loss2 We all suffer loss. Is one
bereaved2 We are all bereaved.
Their streaming eyes together flow
For human guilt and mortal WOO.
II you rejoice at another's misfortune
You ;lre not one of the sheep, but.one
of the gonts; and tile vulture of sin
hath aligllted on your soul, and not-the
dove of the spirit.
.rFIE WILL OF JESUS.
Next l notice the family property.
Aftera luan Of large estate dies, the
relatives assemble to heartlie 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 lie, says, "All are
yours" What everything2 Yes,
everythingl This world and the next.
In distinguished families there are old
pictures hanging ION the wall They
are called the heirlooms of the estate
They are very DID,: and have come
down from generation to generation.
So Hook upon all the beauties of the
natural world us the heirloons 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 fiutter 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 clear sky, make you feel
glad. The sun, which kindles con
tiagrations among the castles of cloud,
and sets minaret and dome atlame
stoops to paint the lily white, and the
buttercup yellow, and the forgetmenot
blue.
What can resist the sum- Light for
the voyager over the dcep Light for
the shepherd guarding the flocks afeld
Light for the poor who have no lamps
to burnl Light for the downcast and
thelowly Light for aching eyes and
burning brain and wasted captive!
Light for the smooth brow of child 1
hood and for the dim vision Of the
octogenarian 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. 1t is the
heirloom of our family.
And SO the night. 1t is the full moon.
The nists from shore to shore CLEAN
like shattered mirrors, and the ocean,
under her glance, comes up with great
tides, painting upon the beach, mingling
as it were foam and fire. The poor
man blesses God for throwing such a
cheap light through the broken win
dow pane into his cabin; and to the
sick it seelus light from the other
shore which bounds this great deep of
human pain and woe. If the sun seem
! llsa-a- song full and poured from brazen
with great. harnonies, the moon is
plalntlSe 71rrrl 7-:i-1---L--~>l:.,e. l,or.oo+J.
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 night2 1t 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 harlnonies of
the air.
LET US INSPECT TEE ESTATE.
You cannot see 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 theln-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 of on every side wilderness oil
worlds. For us they shine. For us
they sang at Saviour's nativity. For
us 1hey will wheel into line, and with
their flaming torches add to the SPLEEN
dor of our triumph on the day for
Which all other days were made.
In the third walk go around the Eter-
nal City. As we come near it, bark to
the rush of it's chariots and the wedding
PEEL of it's great towers. The bell OF
lea ven has struck twelve. tits high
noon. We look off upon the chaplets
which never fade, the eyes that never
weep, the temples that never close, the
loved ones that never part, the process
sion that never halts, the trees that
never witLer, the walls that never can
be captured, the sun that never sets,
until we can no longer gaze, and we
hide our eyes and exclainl, "Eye hath
not seen, nor ear heard, neither have
entered into the heart of man the things
which God hath prepared for them that
love himr' As these tides of glory rise
we have to retreat and hold fast lest
we be swept off and drowned in the