The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1891-12-18

and buzz and song. Trees leaf and
birds wing fiutter with gladness
Honeymakers IN the log, and beak
against the bark. and squirrels chat
teripg on the rail, and the call OF the
hawk out of clear sky. make you feel
glad. The sun, which kindles confa-
grations among the castles of cloud,
and sets minaret and dome aflame
stoops to paint the lily white, and the
buttercup yellow, and the forget-me-
not blue. What can resist the sun?
Light for the voyage over the deep!
Light for the shepherd guarding the
fiocks afield! Light for the poor who
have no lamps to burn! Light for the
downcast and the 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 octogenarian! Light for
queens coronet and 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 fam
lily. And so the night. 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, painting upon the beach,
mingling, as it were, foam and fire.
The poor man blesses God for throwing
such cheap light through the broken
window pane into his cabin, and to the
sick it seems a light from the other
shore which bounds this great deep of
human pain and woe. If the sun seems
like a song, full and poured from braz-
en- instruments that fill 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 sicn cradle
than all night long this pale watcher
of the sky bends over the weary, heart
sick. slum boring earth. Whose is this
black-framed, blacktasseled picture Of
the night? 1t is the heirloom of our
family. Ours, the grandeur of the
spring, the crystals of the snow, the
corals of Che beach, the odors of the
garden, the harmonies of the air.
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 several walks to get any 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 them-al 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 stretched off
on every side wilderness of worlds.
For US they shine. For US they sang at
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, go around the
eternal city. AS we come near it
bark 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 off upon the
chaplets which never fade, the eyes
that never weep, the temples that
never close, the loved ones that never
parts, 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 that God hath prepared
for them that love Him. 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,
and thanksgiving, and triumph.
What think you of the family prop
erty? 1t is considered an honor to
marry into a family where there is
great wealth. The Lord, the bride
groom 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 of His love, you will be en-
bowed with all the wealth of earth,
and 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-sill,
you heard the footstep of the rain on
the garnet roof. You swung on the
gate. You ransacked the barn. You
waded into the brook. You threshed
the orchard for apples and the neigh
boring woods for nuts; and everything
around the old homestead is of in
terest to you. l tell you OF the
old homestead of eternity. II
my Fathers house are many man
sions. When we talk of mansions
we think of Chatsworth, and its park,
nine miles in circumference, and its
conservatory that astonishes the world
its galleries of art that contain the
triumphs of Chsntrey, Canova and
Thorwaldseu; of the kings and queen:
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, ant
swung the doors, and planted thu
parks. Angels walk there, and tn
bod of all ages. The poorest man il
that house is a millionaire, and th'
lowliest a king. and the tamest wor'
he speaks is an anthem, and the short
est life an eternity.
1t took a Paxton to build for Chats
worth a covering for the wonderful
flower, Victoria Regia, five feet in di
ameter. But our lily of TN, -alleY shal