The Newtown bee., 1894-04-27

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 CT: "Papa, I wish I was heathen." "Why, tut tut! my boy, why do you wish that?' asked the aetonished parent. Why, because then mamma would have her society meet here, and Willie and l could see her sometimes"
 WHAT A DELIGHT IT IS TO
 enter true Christians home, home from garret to cellar, where the rocking chair by the way it is placed and he tidy on the lounge by the way it is hung, where the curtains at the windows from out their soft folds and the figures on the carpet with their soft tints, all say "Come"; where the geranium holding at the window in the sun, and pussy ex- tending and retracting her claws on the rug, and the big blue-bottle fly buzzing on the pane, whisper :"Good friend, you | are welcome here!' That is home, true home; that is the home which always fingers in the memory, though the rov- ing feet press other shores and though it's tumbling rafters decay. Heart, home, hope, happiness and Heaven-the five sweetest words in the English language, some one has said, begin with the letter h. They are five jewels set on one string, five roses growing in 8 single cluster you cannot detach them, they all belong together. The loving heart is found on- ly in the true home, and the true home here is the hope and earnest of the un- speakable happiness of Heaven.
 But l must not finger further with this thought; I have made it plain for you what sort of a house we are to examine, and so l repeat the question of my text, "Tell me, what hast thou in the house ?'' Welh it would be a poor house indeed in which no parents were found. The par ents may not now be there, they may long since have gone to keeping house in the "house not made with hands;' but, if tender memories of them still finger, why that is enough. We often place rose jars on the mantel piece to-day, so l that, when opened, they may give forth | their perfume through the room; but l there is a sweeter and richer perfume than that which every true home should | at some time possess, the fragrance of the memory of sainted mother or beloved 1 father. What depth of pity should we ] have for those children who remember ] their father and mother only as those who brought them into this world and reared them in their tender years, but fol whom, now that they are gone, there is little reverence and no love! 1 like the l sert that hIs father or his mother was the very best father or mother that ever liv ed. When one stoutly atfirms this, you believe his testimony, for you think thai he has had full opportunity to know on 1 ly you mentally make the reservation | that his father and mother were the very ! best-neXt to your own.
 THAT Is THE NOBLEST LEGACY
 which any young person can have, the | inspiration of a Christian parents life 1 A big round sum of dollars falling to his | lot! they are not for one moment to bt 1 compared; they are as the dust on tht scales beside the fine gold that is being weighed. The Marquis of Alesbury re gently died in England, one of England! proud ''noblemen," so-called. He wal heir to magnificent fortune and glori | ous opportunities, but he threw botf away in the most abandoned profigacy Indeed, his whole life was one continu ous round of debauchery, apparently un relieved by single noble act. You see he had the legacy of many dollars, bu that was all.
 Parents link us to noble past. The, point us backward and say: "Througl us there comes down to you a rich her itage; all that is great and good ant noble which past generations have wol through sacrifice and toll and pain i yours by means of our hands. Take it use it we'll. It is good, make it better it is one talent, make iJ many" Ou parents also point us to the future ana say: "There will be generations afte you. AS you look back upon the past they will look back upon you; and, i their days are better than ours have been hn4 2 are worse than ours have been, they vii condemn you. Take heed, children ,hoV you use this inheritance which we be queath to you"
 Parents are the crown and glory of tn earthly home, they will be one of tn chief joys of the Heavenly. What awake your soul to highest rapture as you mind muses on the Heavenly scene? Is i the great white throne on which doth si the Omnipotent King Is it the pavement of pure gold, or the walls of amethyst or gates of pearl, or the deep, glassy sea or the new song which the ransomet sing, or the crowns which the conquer ors wear? Ah, no; is it not rather tn thought that father and mother will b. there, and, above all, that the might, God who rules there is yet the loving Father of us all?
 | "I have a Father; to me He has given A hope for eternity, blessed and true; l And soon will He call me to meet Him il
 Heaven,
 But oh, that He'd let me bring you with m T toon
 TELL ME AGAIN,
 my nearer, what hast thou in the house And hear you reply, One of the sweet est things l find in my house is rest EThat is the common desire of all, ,whethe it be the poor, jaded animal that is drag ging the heavy load up the long hill 0 the pilgrim on life's journey who feel the weight and burden of many toll some year. That is what our home mean to us, they are resting places b, the way. How sweet is it to think o } that quiet retreat awaiting us when tn, feVered struggle of the day is done NJ care there disturbs us, no bleak wind O trouble roughens the smooth surface Through the food of which we there par take, through the sleep we gain on sof l pillows, we go forth strengthened ant refreshed for the duties of each succeed ing day.
 Let us cultivate this home rest in every possible way. Cares will perplex us dur ing the day, a hundred and one petty vex