Audubon County Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Audubon Co., Iowa) 1885-1894, 1891-12-10

! TdTTTTN, ~. i NUS,
by reason of the iilal, maternal, and patcrnal
relations of life, we stand so close together that
when trouble sets its battery, all feel the thrill
of distress. In the great Christian family, the
sorrow of one ought TO be the sorrow of all is
one pCrsCcutGdE All are prosecuted Does one
suffer loss? We all suffer loss. Is one be.
reayCd? We arc all bereayed.
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 yulture Of sin hath alighted on your
soul, and not the Dove of the Spirit ~
NeNtI notice The family proreriy. After -
man OflarEe estate dies, the relatives assemble
to hear the will read 80 much of his property
is Willod to his SONS, and so much to his dauEh,
| teTs and so much to benevolent societies OuI
| Lord Jesus hath died, and we are assembled
! to-day to hear the will read He says: My
| peace | give unto YOU" Through his apostle he
| SAYS: IAN are yours What! everything:
! Yes, everything! This world and the next In
! distinguished families there ere old pictures
! hanging on the wall They are called the heir
! have come down from generation to generation
! so look down upon all the beauties of the
natural world as the hcir-lOOms Of our royal
family. The morning breaks from the East
The mists travel up hill afOve bill, mountain
above mountain, until siylOst The forests are
fun of chirp. and buzz, and song. Trees leaf
and birds wing tiutter with gladuess. Honey
makers in the log, and beak against the bark.
and squirrels Chaltering on the rail, and the
call OF lilt ndWk out OF Il GEAR SKY, make you
feel glad. The sun, which kindles condaFra-
tons among the castles OF cloud aud sets
minarct and dome atiame stOops to paint the
lily white and the Dutter,cup yellow, and the
the sun; Light for the voyage over
the deep. Light for the shepherd guard
ing the focks aneld! Light for the poor
who have no lamps to burn! Light for the down
cast and the lowly! Light for aching eyes, and
burning brain and wasted captivel Light for
the smooth brow Of childhood, and for the dim
t,,ftb a an .ifrbt
eoronet, and for sewing girls needle! Let there
be light! Whose morning is thisS My morn
ing. Your morning. Our father gave Us the
picture and hung it on the Sky in loops, OF ire.
II 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
cheap light through the broken windowpane
into his cabin: and to the sick IL seems a iight
from the other shore which bounds this great
deep Of human pain and woe: II the sun seen
like song full and poured from braZen instru
ments that fill heaven and earth with grea
harmonies, the moon is plaintive and mild stand
ing beneath the throne OF God, sending up he
soft, sweet voice Of praise, while the Star,
listen, and the sea. No mother ever NOR.
| sweetly guarded the sick-cradle than all nigh
| long this pale watcher OF the sky bends owe
| the weary. heartsick, slumbering earth. Who's,
| Is this black-framed, black-tasseled picture o
| the night; II is the heirloom Of our family
! CTNSIal
| of the snow, the coral Of the beach, the odor
of the garden, the harmonies of the air.
You cannot see large estate in one morning
| You must take several walks around il. Tn,
| family property of this royal house of Jesus il
so great that we must take several walks 10 ge
| any idea gifts extent. Let the first walk b.
| around this earth, All these valleys, the har
vests that wave in them, and the cattle tina
| pasture them-all these mountains, and til,
precious things hidden beneath them, and tn,
| crown Of glacier they cast at the feet OF tn,
| Anime lurripnpp-an 90
| lands, these continents, are ours. In the secont
| walk 60 among the street-lamps of heaven AM
see stretching of on eve y side wilderness o
| worlds For us they shine. For us they sam
| at Saviour's nativity. For rs they will whee
| into line, and with their flaming torche
add to the splendor OF our triumph Of
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 IL
chariots' and the wedding-Peal OF It's ,grea
is high noon We look off upon the chaplet
which never fade, the eyes that never weeI
the temples that never close, the loved one
that never part, the procession that neye
halts, the trees that never wither, the wall
that never can be captured, the sun that neye
sets, until we can no longer gaze, and we hid
our eyes, and exclaim: Eye hath not seen
nor ear heard neither have entered into tn
heart Of man, the things which God hath pre-
pared for them tnat love HIM" As these tide
Of glory rise, we have TO retreat, and hold fas
lest we be swept of and drowned in the emo
tons OF gladness, and thanksgiving, an
| triumph.
What think you Of the family property II 1
considered an honor 10 marry into a famil
where there is great wealth. The Lord, tn
bridegroom of earth and heaven, offers you hi
heart and his hand, saying in the words OF tn
Canticles; Rise up, my love, my fair one, an
come away" and once having put on thy han
the signetring Of his love, you will be endowe
with all the wealth Of earth, and all the honor
of heaven
Almost every family looks back to homC
stead-some country place where you grew VI
You sat on the door-sill. You heard the foo
step of the rain on the garretroof. You swun
on the gate. You ransacked the barn. Yo
waded into the brook. You threshed the orcl
ard for apples, and the neghboring woods 10
nuts; and every thing around the oil
homestead is OF interest to you. | tell you {
the old homestead Of eternity. In my Father
house are many mansions. When We talk {
mansions, we think OF Chatsworth and II
park, nine miles in circumference, and its cor
Servatory, that astonishes the world fits ga
leries of art, that contain the triumphs {
Chantrey, Couova, and Thorwaldsen: OF tn
Kings and the Queens who have walked II
stately halls, or, flying over the heather, hay
hunted the grouse But all the dwelling-place
OF ID ukes, and Princes, and Queens are as notl
I ing TO the family mansion that Is already avail
Ing our arrival The hand OF the Lord Jesu
lifted the pillars, and swung the doors, an
| planted the parks Angles walk there, and IN
food Of all ages. The poorest man In the hous