The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1891-12-09
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Next, notice the family property.
Afier 0 man of large estates dies, the
relatives assemble TO hear the Will
read. Somuch Of the property is wiiied
TO his sons, and 80 much TO his daugh-
ters, and so much TO benevolent So
cicties Our Lord Jesus hath died, and
We are assembled to-day TO hear the /,
will road. lie says: ''My peace give
unto yons Throueh His apostle He
says; "All are youFs" Whstib Every
thing? Yea everythiao! This world
and the next In distinguished families
there are old pictures hanging on the
wall They are. called the ''heirlooms'
Of the estate. They are very old. and
have come down from generation TO
generation. So I look upon all the
beauties Of the natural world as tho
heiriooms Of our royal family The
morning breaks from the east The
mists travel mp hill above hill, noun
tain above mountain. until skylost
The forests are full of chirp. and buzz
and song. Tree leaf and birds wing
futter with 0ladness Honey-makers
In the log and beak against the bark.
and squirrels chattering on the rail, and
the call OF the hawk out of clear sky.
make you feel gla,. The sun, which
kindles confagrations among the cas-
ties Of cloud. and sets minaret and
dome afame, stoops to paint the lily
white. and the buttercup yellow, and
the forget-me-no' blue. Wha can re-
sist the sun? Light for the voyager
over the deepi Light for the she'herd
guarding the fiocks afeld! Light for
the poor wht have no lamps 10 burnl
Light for the downcast and the lowlyi
Light for aching eyes and burning
brain and wasted captive! Light for
the smooth brow OF childhood and for
the dim vision OF the o'togenarianl
Light for queens coronet, and for sew
ing girls needlel Let there be light
Whose morning is this2 My morning.
Your morning. Our Father gave us the
picture and hung II on the sky in loops
OF fire. II is the heirloom Of our fam
lily. And so the night II 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 1t were, foam and fire.
The poor man blesses God for throwing
such cheap light through the broken
window-pane into the cabin; and tn the
sick It seems light from the other
shore which bounds this great deep
Of human pain and woe. II the sun
seem like song full and poured from
brazen instruments that fill heaven and
earth with great harmonies, the moon
is pIaintive and mild, standing beneath
the throne Of God, sending up. her soft,
sweet voice of praise, while the stars
listen. and the sea Nomother ever more
sweetly guarded the sick-cradle than
all night long this pale watcher Of the
sky bends over the weary. heartsick,
slumbering earth. Whose Is this black
framed, black-tasseled picture OF the
night? II Is the heirloom OF our fam
ily. 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.
u 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 so great that we
must take several walks to get an idea
of its extent Let the first walk be
around this earth. All these valleys,
the harvests that wave In them, and the
cattle that pasture in thcm-all these
mountains, and the precious things
hidden beneath them. and the crown OF
glacier they cast at the feet Of the Al
pine hurricane-all these lakes, these
islands, these continents, are ours. In
the second walk, go among the street
lamps Of Heaven, and see stretching of
on every side q wilderness OF worlds
For us they shine. For us they sang at
a Saviours nativity. For us they will
wheel into line, and with their flaming
torches add 10 the splendor Of our tri.
umph on the day for which all other
days were made. In the third walk, 90
around the Eternal City. As we come
near It bark TO the rush Of it's chariots,
and the wedding-peal Of its great tow
era The bell of Heaven has struck
twelve. u is high noon. We look of
upon the chaplets which never fade, the
eyes that never weep. the temples that
never close. the loved ones that never
part, the procession 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 entered into the heart Of man,
the things which God hath prepared
for them that love Him. As these
tides OF glory rise, we have 10 re-
treat and hold fast lest we be swept OF
and drowned in the emotions Of glad
meas, and thanksgiving, and triumph.
What think you OF the family proper
ty? II Ia considered an honor TO marry
into family where there Is great
wealth The Lord, the bridegroom OF
earth and heaven, Offers you His heart
and His hand, saying, In the words OF
the Canticles: Rise up, my love, my
fair one, and come away and once
having put on thy hand the signet ring
r Of His love, you will be endowed with
! ell the wealth Of the earth. and all the
honors Of heaven.
Almost every family looks back to
homestead-somc country-place where
you grew up. You sat on the doonill
You heard the footstep Of the rain on
the garret roof You swung on the gate.
Yon ransaeked the barn. You wadcd
in the brook You threshed the or