The Bossier banner., 1892-02-11

read. So much of the property is willed
to his sous, and SO much to his daugh-
ters, and so much to benevolent socie-
ties. Our Lord Jesus hath died, and
we are assembled to-day to hear the
will read. He says: "My peace give
unto you" Through His apostle He
says: "All are yours" What! every
thing? Yes, everything! This world
and the next. In distinguished fami-
lies there are old pictures hanging on
the wall. They are called the ''heir-
looms" of the estate. They are very
old, and have come down from genera
tion to generation. So look upon all
the beauties of the natural world as the
heirlooms of our royal family. The
morning breaks from the east. The
m;sts travel up hill, a bove hill, mountain
above mountain, until sky-lost. The
forests are full Of chirp, AID buzz, and
song. Trees leaf and birds wing flut-
ter with gladness. Honeymalzers in the
log, and beak against the bark, and
squirrels chattering on the rail, and the
call of the hawk out of a clear sky,
make you feel glad. The sun, which
kindles conflagrations among the cat
dome afame, stoops to paint the lily
white, and the buttercup yellow, and
the for-get-me-not blue. What can re-
sist the sun? Light for the voyager
over the deep! Light for the shepherd
guarding the flocks 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 sew
ing girls needle! Let there be
light! Whose morning is this? My
morning Your morning. Our Fa-
ther 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 CLEAN like
shattered mirrors; and the ocean, under
her glance, comes up with great tides,
painting upon the beach; mingling as it
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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 human pain and
woe. If the sun seem like 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, sending 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 heart-siclx, slumbering
earth. Whose is the black framed,
| black-tasseled picture of the night? 1t
is the heirloom of our family. Ours,
the grandeur of spring. the crystals of
the snow, the coral of the beach, the
odors of the garden, the harmonies OF
| the air.
You 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 ge. any
idea of its extent. All these valleys,
the harvests that wave in them, and
the cattle that pasture them-all these
mountains, and the, precious things hid
den 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, aud see stretching off
on every side 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 to 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 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 hide or 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 Himr'
| 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 tri-
umph.
What think you of the family prop
| erty? 1t is considered an,honor to marry
into family where there is great
wealth. The Lord, the bridegroom of
Garth 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 endowed with
all the rwealth of earth, and all the
| honors of Heaven.
Almost every family looks back to a
homestead-some country-place where
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