The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1891-12-11

dowucast and the IowIyi Light for
sching eyes. and burning brain and
wasted captive! Light for the smooth
brow of childhood, and for the dim
vision OF the OctOgenariaui Light Tor
queens cOrOnet. and for sewing girls
neediei 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 fam
lily. And so the night Il IS the tnll
moon The raists 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 4 cheap light through the broken
window pane into his cabin, and to the
sick it seems a light from the other
shore which bounds this great deep of
human pain and woe. If the sun seems
| like a song. full and poured from braz-
en- instruments that fill Heaven and
earth with great harmonies the moon
| is plainiive 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 guarded the sick cradle
| than ali night long this pale watcher
| of the sky bends over the weary, heart
| sick. slum boring earth. Whose is this
| blaclk-framed, blackstasseled picture of
| the night? II is the heirloom Of our
| family Ours, the grandeur of the
| spring, the crystals of the snow, the
corals of the beach, the odors of the
| garden, the harmonies of the air.
| 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
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around this earth All these valleys,
| the harvests that wave in them, and
the cattle that pasture them-aH these
mountains. and the precious things
hidden beneath them, and the crown of
| glacier they cast at the feet of the Al.
| pine hurricane-au these lakes, these
! islands, these continents, are ours. In
the second walk, go among the street
| lamps of heaven, and see stretched of
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, aud with their flaming
torches add to the splendor of our tri-
umph On the day for which all other
days were made.
In the third walk, go around the
eternal city. As we come near it.
bark to the rush of its ehariots, and
the wedding peal of its great towers.
The bell Of Heaven has struck twelve.
It is high noon. We look off upon the
chaplets which never fade, the ewes
that never weep, the temples that
never close, the loved ones that never
parts, the procession 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 that God hath prepared
for them that love Him. 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? It is considered an honor to
marry into a family where there is
great wealth. The Lord. the bride
| groom 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 en-
| dowed with all the wealth of earth,
/ and all the hOnOrs of Heaven
Almost every family looks back to
| homestead-some country place where
you grew up. You sat on the door-sill,
/ you heard the footstep of the rain on
| the garrett roof You swung on the
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| waded into the brook. You threshed
the orchard for apples and the neigh
boring woods for nuts and everything
| around the old homestead is of in
| terest to you. ! tell you of the
old homestead of eternity. In
my Fathers house are many man
sions. When we talk Of mansions,
We think of ChatswOrth, and its park,
nine miles in circumference, and its
conservatory that astonishes the world;
its galleries of art that contain the
triumphs of Chantrey, Canova and
Thorwaldseui of the kings and 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 family 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 q millionaire, aud the
lowliest king, and the tamest word
he speaks is au anthem, and the short
est life an eternity.
1t took Paxton to build for Chats
I worth q covering for the wonderful
flower, Victoria Regia, five feet in di-
ameter 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, AMI its aroma shall
Z be as though the cherubium had swung
before the throne thousand censera
r I have not seen 1t yet. I am in a for
l eign land But my Father is waiting
for me to come home. 1 have brothers
= and sisters there, telling me what a
{ fine place it is It matters not much to
me whether I am rich or poor, or
/ | whether I go by land or by sea,
5 II only I may lift my eyes at last on
the family mansion 1t is not frail
house. built in a month, soon to crum-
BILE, but an old mansion which is as
= firm as the day it was built It's walls
{ are grown with the ivy Of many ages
I and the urns at the gateway are abloom
I with the century plants of eternity,
The queen of Sheba hath walked its
halls, and Esther and Mary Antoinette,
> and Lady Huntingdon, and Cecil. and
l Jeremy Taylor, and Samuel Ruther
5 ford, and John Milton. and the widow