The Dickinson press., 1891-12-19
Light Tor the voyager over the

sions of the octogenarian! Light for
queens coronet, and for sewing girls
needle! Let there be light! Whose
is this? My morning. Your
Our Father gave us the
picture and hung it on the sky in
loops of fire. Itis the heirloom of our
family. And SO the night. 1t 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, painting upon the
beach, mingling as it were, foam and
fire. The poor man blesses God for
throwing such cheap light through
the broken window pane into his
cabin; and to the sick it seems q light
from the other shore which bounds
this great deep OF human pain and
woe.
You cannot see a large estate in one
morning. You must take several
walks around it. The family prop
erty 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 mount
aims, and the precious things hidden
beneath them, and the crown of
glacier they cast at the feet of ALPINE
hurricane-all these lakes, these is
lands, these continents are ours. In
the second walk go among the street
lamps OF heaven, and see stretching
off on every side q wilderness OF
woods. For us they shine. For us
they sang of Savior,s nativity. For
us they will wheel into line, and with
flaming torches add to the splendor
OF our triumph on the day for which
all other days were made. In the
third walk, 60 around the Eternal
City. AS we come near it, hark to the
rush OF it's charlots, and the wedding
peal ofitsgreat towers. The bell ofheav-
en- 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 low
ed 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 nev-
er 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, things which 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.
Almost every family looks back to
where you grew up. You sat on the
door-sill. You heard the footstep OF
the rain OF the garret-roof. You swung
on the gate. You waded into the
brook You threshed the orchards
for apples, and the neighboring woods
for nuts; and everything around the
old homestead is OF interest to you. l
tell you OF the old homestead of eter-
nifty. In my Fathers house
art are IN many mansions. When When
of Chatsworth, and its park,
nine miles in circumference, and it's
conservatory, that astonishes the
world; its galleries of art, that con-
tain the triumphs of Chantrey, Cano-
va, and Thorwaldsen; of the kings
and the queens who have walked it's
stately halls, or, fyingover the heath
er, have hunted the grouse. But all
the dwellng-places of dukes, and
to the family mansion that is already
awaiting our arrival. !
A family mansion means reunion.
Some OF your families are very much
scattered. The children married and
went off to st. Louis, or Chicago, or
Charleston; but perhaps once a year
you come together at the old place.
How you wake up the old piano that
has been silent for years. Father and
mother do not play on it.) How you
bring out the old relics and rummage
the garret and open old scrap books,
and shout, and laugh, and cry, and
talk over old times, and though you
may be As years OF age, act as though
you were 16 Yet soon it is goodbye
at the car window, and goodbye at
the steamboat wharf. But how will
we act at the reunion in the old family
mansion Of heaven? 1t is a good
while since you parted at the door, of
the grave. There will be Grace, and
Mary, and Martha, and Charlie, and
Lizzie, and all the darlings OF your
household-not pale, and sick, and
gasping for breath, as when you saw
them last, but their eye bright with
the lustre of heaven, and their cheek
roseate with the flush OF celestial sum-
mer.
What clasping OF hands! What en-
bracings! What coming together OF lip
to lip! What tears of joyl You say,
"1thought there were no tears in heav-
en-" There must be, for the Bible
says that: God shall wipe them
away" and ii there We're no tears
there, how could he wipe them away?
They connot be tears OF grief or tears
OF disappointment. They must be
tears OF gladness. Christ will come
and say: What! child OF heaven, is it
too much for thee? Dost thou break
down under the gladness OF this re-
union? Then will help thee" And,
with his one arm around us and the
other around our loved one, he shall
hold us up in
THE ETERNAL JUBILEE.
While speak, some OF you with
broken hearts can hardly hold your
peace. You feel as if you would speak
out and say: 30, blessed day! speed
on. Toward thee l press with blis-
tered feet over the desert way. My
eyes fail for their weeping. faint for
listening for feet that will not come,
and the sound OF voices that will not
speak: Speed on, o day OF reunion!
And then, Lord Jesus be not angry
with me if, after have just once
kissed thy blessed feet, l turn
around to gather up the long
last treasures OF my heart. Oh! be
not angry with me. One look at thee
were heaven. But all these reunions
! are heaven encircling heaven, heaven