Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1891-12-07

song full and poured from brazen In
Strnments that fill heaven and earth
with great harmonies, the moon Is
plaintive and wild, standing beneath the
throne of God, sending mp her soft,
sweet voice Of praise, while the stars
listen. and the sea. No mother ever
more sweetly guarded the sick cradle
than all night long this pale watcher OF
the sky bends over the weary, heart
sick, slumbering earth. Whose Is THIS
black framed, Dlack-taSseled picture OF
the night? 1t is the heirloom OF our
family. Ours, the grandeur OF the
spring. the crystals Of the snow, the
of the beach, the odors OF the garden,
the harmonies Of the air.
WHAT THINK YOU
OF the family property? 1t is consider
ed an honor TO marry into family
where there is great wealth. The Lord,
the bridegroom Of earth and heaven,
offers you his heart and hand, saying
in the words of the Canticles: "Rlse up,
my love. my fair one, and come away;
and once having put or thy hand the
slgnet-ring OF his love, you will be en-
all the honors Of heaven.
Almost every family looks back TO a
homestead-some country place where
YOU grew up. You sat on the door-slll.
You heard the footsteps OF rain on the
garret-roof. You swung on the gate:
You ransacked the barn. You waded
into the brook. You threshed the orch
ard 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 eternity. In my Fathers mousse
are many mansions. when we
talk OF mansions we think OF
Chatsworth, and It's park, nine miles In
circumference, and its conservatory,
that astonishes the world; its galleries
of art. that contain the triumphs OF
Chantrey, Canova, and Thorwaldsen; or
the Kings and the 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. An
gels walk there, and the good OF all
ages. The poorest man in that house
is a millionaire, and the lowliest King,
and the tamest word he speaks is an
anthem, and the shortest life an eter-
nifty.
IT TOOK A PAXTON
TO build for Chatsworth a covering for
the wonderful flower. Victora Regia,
five feet in diameter. But our Lily OF
the Valley shalt 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 1t, and
its aroma shall be as though the cher
ubim had swung before the throne a
thousand censerS' l have not seen 1t
yet. am in foreign land. But my
Father is waiting for me to come home.
| have brothers and sisters there. In
the Bible have letters from there, tel
ling me what a fine place it Is. 1t
matters not much TO me whether l am
rich or poor, or whether the world
hates me or loves me, or whether / go
by land or by sea, II only l may
lift my eyes at last on the family
mansion. Ii is not a frall
house., built in a mont, soon TO crumble,
but an old mansion which is as firm as
the day it was built. Its walls are grown
with the ivy of many ages, and the urns
at the gateway are a-bloom with the
centnry-plantS of eternity. The Queen
of Sheba hath walked its walls, and Es-
ther, and Marie Antoinette, and Lady
Huntington, and Cecil, and Jeremy Tay-
Tor, and Samuel Rutherford, and John
Milton, and the widow who gave two
mites, and the poor men from the hos
pitGl-the last two perhaps outshining
all the kings and queens OF eternity.
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 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, aud rummage the garrett,
and open old scrap books, and shout,
anu lduBus anu CIfs anu IdtN ONol Oiu
times, and, though you may be forty
five years Of age, act as though you
were sixteen! Yet soon ii is good bye
at the car window, and good bye at the
steamboat wharf. But how will we act
at the reunion in the old family mansion
of heaven? IL is good while since you
parted at the door of the grave. There
will be Grace, aud Mary, and Martha,
amp Charlie, and Lizzie, and all the
darllngS 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 summer
WHAT CLASPING OF HANDS.
What embracings What coming to-
gether OF lip to lip What tears of joy,
You say, Il thought there were no
tears in heaven" There must be, for
the Bible says that: "God shall wipe
them away" and if there were no tears
there, how could he wipe them away?