The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1891-12-17

relatives assemble to hear the will
read ga, 80 much Of the property is.
wllled to his sons, and 50 much to his
daughters, and SO much to beneovo-
ient societies. Our Lord Jesus hath
uled, and we are assembled today to
near the will read. He says: my
peace give unto you.'' Through his
Apostle ne says: "All are yours"
what! everything? Yes, every
thing! This world and the next. in
distinguished families there are old
pictures hanging on the wall. They
are called Hheirlooms" OF the estate.
lhey are very old, and have come
down from generation to generation.
80 look upon all the beauties of the
natural world as the heirlooms OF
our royal family. The morning
breaks from the east. The mists
travel up hill, mountain above
mountain, until sky lost. The forests
are full OF chirp, and buzz and song
Trees leaf and bird wing nutter with
gladness. HoneymaEers in the log,
and beak against the bark, and squir-
relss gathering On the rail, and the
call OF the hawk out of q clear slzv,
make you feel glad. The sun,
winch klndles confagrations among
the castles Of cloud, and
sets minaret and dome
aflame stoops to paint the lily white,
and the buttercup yellow, and the for
get-me-not blue. What can resist the
sun? Light for the voyager over the
deep! Light for the shepherd guarding
the flocks afeld! Light for the poor
who have no lamps to burn! Light for
the doWncast and the lowly! Light
Tor aching eyes, and burning brain and
wasted captive! Light for the smooth
brow OF childhood, and the dim Wis
slons OF the octogenarian! Light for
queens coronet, 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. tits 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 a light
from the other shore which bounds
this great deep of human pain and
woe. %E~ '.t-
You cannot see a large estate in one
| morning You must take several
walks around it. The family prop
erty Of .-...s
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 a 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 we're made. In the
third walk, go around the Eternal
City. AS we come near it, bark to the
rush of it's chariots, and the wedding
peal GIFTS great towers. The bell OF heav-
en- has struck twelve. It is high noon.
We look off upon the chaplets which
never fade, the eyes that never weep,
the temples that n ever 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 new
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
a homestead-some country-pIace
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. [
tell you OF the old homestead OF eter-
nifty. In my Fathers house
are many mansions. When
we talk OF mansions, we think
Of Chatsworth, and it's 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 its
stately halls, or, flying over the heath
er, 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.
1t took aPaXton to build for Gu ats
worth a 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
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