Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1891-12-07

hawk out of clear sky, make you feel
glad The sun, which kindles con-
fagrations among the castles of cloud,
and sets minaret and dome afiame
stoops to paint the lily white, and the
buttercup yellow, and the forgetnenot
blue
What can resist the sun? Light for
the voyager over the deep! Light for
the shepherd guarding the fiocks afield!
Light for the poor who have no lamps
to burnt Light for the downcast and
the lowlyl 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
octogenarian! Light for queens coro
net and for sewing girls needle! Let
there be light Whose morning is this?
Ny 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 mists 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
cheap light through the broken win
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 a 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? 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 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 them-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 of
worlds. For us they shine. For US
they sang at a Saviour's nativity. For
us they will wheel into line, and with
their flaming torches add to the splen-
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 its chariots and the wedding
peal of its great towers. The bell of
heaven has struck twelve. 1t is 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 wither. the walls that never can
be captured, the sun that never sets,
until we can no longer gaze, and we
hide our eyes and eXclaim, 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 himm As these tides of glory rise
we have to retreat and hold fast lest
we be swept off and drowned in the
emotions of gladness and Thanksgiving
and triumph.
What think you of the family prop
erty? 1t is considered an honor to
marry into family where there is great
wealth. The Lord, the bridegroom of
earth and heaven, offers you his heart
and his hand, saying, in the words of
the Canticles, Rise up, my love, my
fair one, and come away" and once
having put on thy hand the signet ring
of his love you will be endowed with
all the wealth of earth and all the
honors of heaven.
Almost every family looks back to a
homestead-some country place where
you grew up. You sat on the doorsill.
You heard the footstep of the rain on
the garnet roof. You swung on the
gate You ransacked the barn. You
waded into the brook You thrashed
the orchard for apples and the neigh
boring woods for nuts, and everything
around the old homestead is of interest
to you. | tell you of the old home
stead of eternity. In my Fathers
house are many mansions. When we
talk of mansions we think of Chats
worth and its park, nine miles in cir
cumference, and its conservatory, that
astonishes the world its galleries of art,
that contain the triumphs of Chantrey,
Canova and Thorwaldsen; of the kings
and the queens who have walked its
stately halls, or, flying over the heather,
have hunted the grouse. But all the
dwelling places of dukes and princes
and queens are as nothing to the fam
lily mansion that is already awaiting
our arrival The hand of the Lord
Jesus lifted the pillars, and swung the
doors, and planted the parks. Angels
walk there, and the good of all ages.
The poorest man in that house is a
millionaire and the lowliest king, and
the tamest word he speaks is an an
them and the shortest life an eternity.
THE OPEN GARDENS OF GOD.
1t took a Paxton to build for Chats
worth a covering for the wonderful
flower Victoria Regia, five feet in diam
eter But our Lily of the Valley shall
need no shelter from the blast, and in
the open gardens of God shall put forth
its full bloom, and all heaven shall
come to look at it, and its aroma shall
be as though the cherubim had swung
before the throne thousand censers.
l have not seen it yet. I am in for
eign land But my father is waiting
for me to come home. / have brothers
and sisters there. In the Bible I have
letters from there telling me what a
fine place it is. 1t matters not much to