Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1893-07-12

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| VI the Old homestead Tha hor,' We keep
TS porn Will 10 into the hands of St., ou
| - garments that wers carefuII1, -. - .
pni,S es wili become moth eaten. The sd,tS as
oT,,,. -" - 5' mo the possession of only ons
| - - iA-il'Il. The lock OF r,raI, bai Is E Oile
Iost IRON the .ocSet, and in n ya,t, nay nay % De
9-e-is und nonentoes Of the old b5-nnstoa . ! !
wiz be gone forever. But the fami,,, sor-
tHoSe that We heard ut two wears of no. 81,
| nfe years OF age, at ten years of age WI ~
| ~ uctlDle and at forty or fifty or sixtv or
ssoNenIy years OF age will give US n rni.btt,
our pilgrimage P@'n VI
hahy years ago group OF white chiIdran
We We captured and carried OF Ly the Indians
lar lars after. mother who had lost two chill.
- IN III ,4lat capture, went among the rndi-
ans, ana there were many WHITE cbiII--' -.
hne, but SO long time h..d passad tI IN a
~ couiu not tell which were hers un.l -
sHt .t ~ sing the old nursery SOM and ba-
49,, 1nlidreh ..IIh Immediately rushed up. sbou,-
Is haLnna Mamma % Yes tbere i
oil ,r-, oitLtity IN nursery song Hear II
az you mothers, an immortality Of royv'.- -, =,
rescue and save. "a power 10
" " mar an occasion that must have haa,, &,
r.5 ,ilASloh december II, 1850, when len, -
Llhd sang Home, Sweet Home. - the snrII,
H,tt ~ 'noss Words, John Howard PAYNE. seated
Oe.ore her. She had rendered her ofbe- y,
Nor4te songs: "Casta Diva AMI ber ..I5i.t. "a
S' oUIS' with hne effect, but when s5e strnnL-
hone, Sweet Home" John Howard P,E,,l,
rose under the power, and President FiIlTn-s
anu anu henry Clay and Daniel Webster and the
whole audience rose with hin, AnI.tbiIc,
connected with home ransacEs otar .a,,
nature with holy power and sonpa fh,t
GET Well started in the nursery or nv tbs
,atnlly hearth roll on after the lips that ann,
them are forever silent and the ears that fI-SS
hearu a them forever cease to hear r-eTztE.t1s
De careful how you treat the birds : RaI
member they are Gods favorites. and II Won,
onend them you offend Him. He is so fond OF
ihelr voices that there are forests where for /,
hundred miles no human foot has ever trod
ana no human ear has ever listened. -
Put on startling colors, which frichten the
winged songsters into silence or flight and
put on your more sober attire and rnoys
nolselessly into the woods farther and far.
ther from the main road and have no convex
sahon, for many a concert In and out of doors
mas oeen ruined by persistent takers, and
tnen SIT down messy bank
Where Wild stream with heailong shoe, Ii
SSmeS Drawing down bed OF rock yrs
And after perhapsa half an hour Of intenss
solitude there viii be tap OF a beak on
tree branch far up, sounding like the tap OF a
musical baton, and then first there will be
SOLO, followed by duet or quartet, and after
ward by doNologies in all the tree tops and
amid all the branches. and II you have .
Bible along with you and you can without
rustlinS the leaves, turn to the one hum
dred and forty-eishth Psalm of David and
read, Praise the Lord, beasts and ali cattle
creeping things and flying fowl" end then
turn over quietly to my taxi and read, "By
them shall the fowls OF the heaven have
their habitation, which sing among the
branches, " or II under the power OF the bird
voices you are transported. as when Doctor
Woryan played so powerfully on the organ at
St Johns that Richard Cecil said he was in
such blessed bewiIderment he could not find in
his Bible the first chapter OF Isaiah, though
he leafed the book over and over, and you
shall be so overcome with forest harmony
that you cannot find the Psalms of David,
never mind, for God will Cpeak 10 you so
nightly 1t VIII make no difference whether
you hear His voice from the printed page or
the vibrating throat Of one OF His plumed
creatures.
While this summer more than usual out OF
doors let us have what my text suggests, an
out of doors religion. What business had
David, with all the advantages of costly relig-
ious service and smoking incense on the al
tar, to be listening to the chantressas among
the tree branches? All he wanted to make
himself and all who should come after him
moro alert and rrnre wcrs'fiDful amid sae
sweet sounds and beautiful sights of
the natural world. There is an old church
that needs to be rededicated. 1t i5 older than
st. Paul's or st. Peters or st. Marks or st.
Sophia's or st. 1saac's. 1t is the cathedral OF
nature. That is the church in which the SER
vices Of the millennium Will be held. The
buildings fashioned out OF stone and brick
anI mortar will not hold the people.
Again the mount OF Olives will be the
pulpit. Again tho Jordan will be the
baptistry. Again the mountains Will be
the galleries. Again the skies will be
the blue ceiling. Again the sunrise VIII
be the front door and the sunset the back
door OF that temple. Again the
clouds will be the upholstery and the
morning mist tho incense. Again ths
trees Will be the organ loft wher,
''the fowls OF heaven have their hab
itation, which sing among the
branches" St. Francis dAssisf preached a
sermon TO birds ami pronounced a benedic-
tion upon them, but all birds preach to US,
and their benediction is almost supernal.
In the time of Edward " no one was
allowed TO own u swan except he were a
kings son or had considerable estate. Through
never to utter anything like music until its
last moment came, and then lifting its
crested beauty it would pour forth q
song OF almost matchless thrill re-
through the groves. And
so, although the struggles of life may be !
too much for US and We may find 1t hard to
sing at all, when the last hour comes to you |
and me, may there be q ra1lance from above |
and a glory settling round that shall enable |
US to utter a song on the = Ings of which We |
shall mOnnt to where the music never ceases |
and the raptures never die
''yvhat g that, mothcr7' '"rhe swan my ,oveI
He Is floating down from his nnjivc grove
No loved one, no nestIln; nigh
He Is Il ating down by himself TO die.
Death darkens his eye and unplumes his wings, |
Yet the sweetest song IS the last he sinsL
Live 80, my child, that when death shall coma,
swanlike and sweet, 1t may watt thee home!'