Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1891-12-17

and wasted captivel Light for the smooth
brow OF childhood, and for the dim vision
Of the octogenarianl Light for queens
coronet, and for sewing girls needlel Let
there he light Whose morning is thisi
My morning Your morning. Our Father
gave us the picture, and hung il on the
sky in loops Of fire. IL il the heirloom OF
our family.
And so the night II is the full moon.
The mists from shore to shere CLEAN like
shattered mirrors, and the ocean, under
her glance, comes up with great tides, |
painting upon the beach, mingling, rs it
were, foam and fire. The poor man blesses
God for throwing such cheap light
through the broken window pane in his
cabin, and TO the sick it seems light from
the other shore which bounds this great
deep Of human pain and woe. II the sun
seem like a song full and poured from
brazen instruments that fill heaven and
earth with great harmonies, the moon is
plaintive and mild. standing beneath the
throne of God, seAding up 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, heartsick, slumbering earth.
Whose is this black framed, black tasseled
picture of the nightf 1t is the heirloom
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.
A WALK OVER THE ESTATE.
You cannot see a 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 sev1ral walks to get any idea of
its extent. Let the Irst walk be around
this earth. All these valleys, the harvests
that wave in them and the cattle that pas
ture them-all these mountains and the
precious things hidden beneath them, and
the crown of glacier they cast at the feet
of the Alpine hurricane-all these lakes,
these islands, these continents, are ours.
In the second walk go among the street
lamps of heaven, and see stretching off on
every side wilderness of worlds. For us
they shine. For US they sang at a Saw
iour'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 go around the Eternal
City. AS we come near it, bark to the
rush of its chariots and the wedding peal
of it's great towers. The bell of heaven has
struck twelve. 1t is high noon. We look
off 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 tIde 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 himF 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 ano
thanksgiving and triumph.
What think you of the family property
It is considered an honor to marry into 6
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 sig
net ring of his love, you will be endowe'
with all the wealth of earth and all tn
honors of heaven.
Almost every family looks back to
I homestead-some country place where yo1
grew up. You sat on the doorsill. Yo
heard the footstep of the rain on the garre
roof. You swung on the gate. You rar
sacked the barn. You waded into tn
brook. You thrashed the orchard for az
pies, and the neighboring woods for nuts
and everything around the old homestea
is of interest to you, tell you of the oil
homestead of eternity. In my Father
house are many mansions. When we tai
of mansions we think of Chatsworth an
its park, nine miles in circumfe
ence, and it's conservatory that aston
ishes the world; its galleries of ar
that contain the triumphs of Chantre.
Canova and Thorwaldsen; of the kings an
the queens who have walked its statel
halls, or, flying over the heather, hay
hunted the grouse. But all the dwellin
places of dukes and princes and queens al
as nothing to the family mansion that
already awaiting our arrival. The hand I
the Lord Jesus lifted the pillars and swun
the doors and planted the parks. Ange
walk there, and the good of all ages. III
/, poorest man in that house is a millionalr
and the lowliest king, and the tame
word he speaks is an anthem and the shoT
, est life an eternity.
STILL IN A FOREIGN LAND.
1t took a Paxton to build for Chat
worth covering for the wonderful t1ov
er, Victoria Regia, five feet in diamete
But our Lilly of the Valley shall need I
shelter from the blast, and in the ope
!, gardens of God shall put forth its fu
: bloom, and all heaven shall come to loo
:, at it, and its aroma shall be as though I'll
eherubim had swung before the throne
!, thousand censers. l have not seen it ye
am in foreign land. But my Father
waiting for me to come home. | ha'
brothers and sisters there. In the Bible
! have letters from there, telling me what
fine place it is. 1t matters not much
: me whether am rich or poor, or wheth
the world hates me or loves me, or wheth
), 20 by land or by sea, if only l may Ii
: my eyes at last on the family mansion.
= 1t is not a frail house, built in mont
: :. soon to crumble, but an old mansion whit
: is as firm as the day it was built Its wal
!. are grown with the ivy of many ages al
: the urns at the gateway are abloom vii
= the century plants of eternity. The Que'
: of Sheba hath walked it's halls, and Esth
= = and Marie Antoinette and Lady Huntin
= don and Cecil and Jeremy Taylor al
= Samuel Rutherford and John Milton, al
the widow who gave two mites, and tl
poor men from the hospital-these last tv
perhaps outshining all the kings al
queens of eternity.
f A family mansion means reunion. Son
h Of your families are very much scattere
4 The children married, and went off to
Louis VI Chicago or Charleston; but pc
haps once year you come together at Il
r. old place. How you wake up the old piai
a that has been silent for yearsl Father al
n mother do not play on it.) How you bril-
% out the old relics, and rummage the gt
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