The Newberry herald and news. (Newberry, S.C.) 1884-1903, 1894-11-14

persecution, and one day he got off his
shackles, and be came and stood by the
prison door, and when the jailer was
opening the door with one stroke he
struck down the man who had incar-
cerated him.
Passing along the streets Of London,
he wondered where his family was.
He did not dare to ask lest he excite
suspicion, but passing along a little
way from the prison he saw Keith
tankard, CUP that belonged to the fam
lily from generacfon generation. BE
saw it in a window. HisSas;lg, hop
ing that some day he would get cfeafsaz2
came and lived as near as they could to
the prison house, and they set that
Keith tankard in the window, hoping
he would see it, and he came along and
saw it, and knocked at the door, and
went in, and the long absent family
were all together again Oh, if you
would start for the kingdom of God to-
day, I think some of you would find
nearly all your friends and nearly all
your families around the holy tankard
of the holy communion-fathers, moth
ers, brothers, sisters, around that sa-
cred tankard which commentaries the
love Of Jesus Christ our Lord! Oh, it
will be a great communion day when
your whole family sits around the sa-
cred tankard! One on earth, one in
heaven.
JOY Of the Redeemed.
Once more I remark that when the
prodigal gets back the inhabitants Of
heaven keep festival I am very certain
Of it. If you have never seen tele-
graphic chart, you have no idea how
many cities are connected together and
how many lands. Nearly all the neigh
borhoods of the earth seem reticulated,
and news flies from city to city and from
continent to continent. But more rap
idly go the Jidings from earth to heaV-
en-, and when pro6igal returns it is
announced before the throne Of God.
And if these souls today should enter
the kingdom there would be some one
in the heavenly kingdom to say, ''That's
my father That's my mother, -
THAT'S my son, "That's my daugh-
ter, That's my friend, % '"That's the
one used to pray for, - That's the one
for whom wept SO many tears, " and
one soul would say, "Hosannap' and
another soul would say, "Halleluiah!"
Pleased with the news, the saints below
In songs their tongues employ.
Beyond the skies the tidings 90,
And heaven is filed with JOY.
Nor angels can their Joy contain,
But kindle with new fire.
The sinner lost is found, they sing,
And strike the sounding Tyre.
At the banquet of Lucullus sat Cice-
70, the orator. At the Macedonian fes-
tival sat Philip, the conqueror. At the
Grecian banquet sat Socrates, the phi
losopher, but at our Fathers table sit
all the returned prodigals, more than
conuuerors. The table is so wide its
leaves reach across seas and across
lands. Its guests are the redeemed Of
earth and the glorifed of heaven. The
ring Of Gods forgiveness on every hand,
the robe of a Saviour's righteousness
adroop from every shoulder. The wine
that glows in the cups is from ne bowls
of 10000 sacraments. Let all the re-
deemed of earth and all the glorifed Of
heaven arise, and with cleaning chalice
drink to the return of a thousand prod
igals. Sing, sing, sing! "Worthy is the
lamb that was slain to receive blessing
and riches and honor and glory and
power, world without endt'