The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1891-12-17

everything! This world and the next.
In distinguished families there are old
pictures hanging Oh the wall. They are
called ,thc "hcrloOms" of the estate.
They arc old and have .comc down frem
generation to generation.
SO / look upon all the beauties OF the
natural world as the hCirlooms Of our
royal family. The morning breaks from
the cast. Tho mists travel up hill above
hill, mountain above mountain, until
sky lost. The forests arc full of chirp
and buzz and song. Trees leaf and
birds wing tluttcr with gladncss. Honey
makers in the log, and beak against the
bark, and squirrels chatlcring on the rail,
and the call Of the hawk out Of clear
sky make you fell glad. The sun,
which kiudlcs conflagarations among tho
castles OF clouds and sets minarct and
dome ailamc, stoops to paint the lily
white, and the buttcrcup yellow, and
the toryctmcuot blue.
What can resist the sun? Light for
the voyagcr over tho deep! Light for
the shepherd guarding the tlocks alield!
Light for the poor who have no lamps
to burn! Light tor the downcast and
the lowly! Light for aching ewes, and
burning brain, and wasted captive!
Light for the smooth brow of childhood,
and for the dim vision Of the Cctogcnar-
ian! Light for queens coronct, AID 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. 1t is 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 upen tic beach, minglia,,
rs it were, form and fire. The poor
man blcsses God for throwing such a
cheap light through the broken window
pane III his cabin, and to the sick ii
SEEMS light from the other shore which
bounds this great deep Of human pam
and woe. If the sun seem like a song
lull and poured from braZcn Instruments
that ill heaven and earth with great
harmonlcS, the moon is plaintlvc and
mild, standing beneath The Chrome OF
God, sending up her soft, sweet voice of
praise, while the stars listen, and the
sea.
NO mother ever more swCetly guarded
the sick cradle than ali night lon, this
pale watcher OF the sky bends over the
weary, heartsici, Slumbcring earth.
Whose is this black framed, black tas-
sclcd picture uf the night: 1t is The
heirloom OF our family. Ours, the Grand
eur OF the spring, tAc crystals OF the
snow, the coral OF tho beach, the Odors
OF the garden, the harmoncs OF the ar.
You cannot sec Il large estate in one
morning. on must take several walks
around it. The family property of this
royal house of Jesus is SO great that we
.lust tal,C several walks TO get lpy idea
Of its extent. Let the first walk hc
around thls earth. All these valleys,
tho harvcsts that wave in them and the
cattle That pasture hcm-all these
mountains and the precious things hid
cen beneath them, and tho crown Of
glacier they cast ut the icCL Of Tic AL
pine hurricanc-all these lakes, these
continents, arc ours. In the second
walk 30 among tho S rect lamps of hcav-
ca, and sec stretching Off on every side
n wilderness of worlds. For us they
shine. For us they sang at Saviom's
nativity. For us they will wheel into
line and with their flaming torches add
to the splendor of our triumph on the
day for which all other days were made.
In the third walk 90 around the ELer-
nal City. AS We come near It, hark to
the rush Of its chariots and the wedding
peal OF its great towers. The bell of
heaven has struck twelve. 1t is high
noon. We look of upon the chaplcts
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 wilhcr, the walls that never can
be cap ured, the sun that never sets, un-
I'll we can no longer gaze, and we hide
our eyes and eXclaim, Eye hath not
seen, nor ear heard, neither have cn-
tered in o the heart OF man, the things
which God hath prepared Tor them that
love hi.n!' AS these tides Of glCry rise
we have to retreat and hold fast lest we
be swept of and drowned in the emo
tons OF gladness and thanksgiving and
triumph.
What think you Of the family proper
ty: 1t is considered an honor to marry
into family where there is great wealth.
The Lord, the bridegroom of earth and
heaven, oilers you his heart and his
hand, saying in the words Of the Can't
clce, "Rise up, my love, my fair one,
and come away;" and once having put
on thy hand the signet ring Of his love,
you will be endowed with all the wealth
Of earth and all the honors of heaven.
Almost every family looks back to a
homcstcad-somcc country place where
you grew up. You sat on the doOrsill.
You heard tho lootstcp OF the rain on
tho garnet roof. You swung on the gate.
You ransackcd the barn. You wadcd
| into the brook, You thrashrd thr Or.
chHrd for apples, and the nciGhboring
woods for nuts; and everything around
the old homestead is Of interest to yoI.
| tell you OF the old homestead OF ctcr.
nifty. In my Fathers house are many
mansions. When we talk of mansions
we think of Cha;swOrth and its park,
nine miles in clrcumicrcn e. and its con-
scrvatory that astonlshes The world It's
galleries of art, that contain the tr!-
unlphs OF Chantrcy, Canova and Thor
wa'dsen; OF the kings and the queens
who have walked its stately halls, or,
ilyiRI OyCt the heather have hunted thr