Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1891-12-12

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an electric battery; the two persons at
the ends OF the line touch the battery,
and all the circle feels the shock. Thus
by reason OF tho tilial, maternal and pa
ternal relations OF life, we stand so close
together that when trouble sets Its bat
terry, all feel the thrill OF distress.
In the great Christian family the sor-
row OF one ought TO be the sorrow OF all.
Is ono prosecuted? All are prosecuted.
Does one suffer loss? We all suffer loss.
Is one bereaved? We are all bereaved.
Their sire aiming eyes together fiow
For human guilt and mortal woe
II you rejoice ut another's misfortune,
you are not one OF the sheep. but one oil
the goats, aud the vulture OF sin hath
alighted on your soul, and not the dove
OF the spirit.
Next, | notice the family property.
After man OF large estate dies the rel
atives assemble TO hear the will read.
So much OF his property is wilied to his
sons, so much TO his daughters, and so
much to benevolent societies. Our 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: ''All are yours. !"
What! Everything? Yes, everything.
This world and the next. In distin-
guished families there are old pictures
hanging on the wall. They are called
the their looms" Of the estate. They
are very old, and have come down from
generation TO generation.
So 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
above hill, mountain above mountain,
until sky lost. The forests are full OF
chirp, and buzz. and song. Trees leaf
and birds wing flutter with gladness.
Honeymakers in the log, and beak
against the bark, and squirrels chatter
ing on the rail, and the call OF the
hawk out OF clear sky, make you leel
glad. The sun, which kindles conila-
grations among the castles OF cloud.
and sets minaret and dome afame
stoops to paint the lily white, and the
buttercup yellow, the forget-me-not
blue. What can resist the sun? Light
for the voyage over the deep. Light
for the shepherd guarding the tlOcks
afield. Light for the poor who have
no lamps to burn! Light for the down.
cast and lowly! Light for aching eyes.
and burning brain and wasted captive!
Light for the smooth brow OF childhood,
and for the dim vision OF the octogen-
arian. Light for queens coronet. and
for sewing girls needle! Let there be
light.
Whose morning is this? My morn
ing. Your morning. Our father gave
us the picture and hung it on the sky in
loops OF fire. 1t is the heir loom OF our
family. And so the mig hit 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. penting upon the
beach. mingling as it were, foam and
fire. The poor man hlesses God Tor
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. IL
the sun seems like song full and pour.
ed from brazen instruments that NIL
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 guarded the sick era
die than all night long this pale watch
err of the sky bends over the weary,
heart sick. slumbering earth. Whose
is this black framed, black tasseled pic
ture OF the night? 1t is the heir loom
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.
You can not see large estate in one
morning. You must take several walks
around it. The family property OF this
royal house OF Jesus is 80 great that We
must take several walks to get any idea
of its extent. All these valleys, the
harvests that wave in them, and the
cattle that pasture them-all these
Mountains and the precious things hid.
den beneath them, and the crown Of
glacier they cast at the feet OF the Al
pine hurracane-all these lakes, these
islands, these continents, are ours. In
the second walk, 60 among the street
lamps OF heaven, and see stretching of
on every side 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 splendor OF our tri-
umph on the day for which all other
DAYS were made.
In the third walk, 60 round the eter-
nal city. AS we come near 1t, bark to
the rush OF its chariots, and the we'd
ding peals Of its great towers. The
bell OF heaven has struck II. 1t Is high
noon. We look of upon the temples
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
ouka,.od inko tho heart Of man the