Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1896-04-29
NO. 20

master painter. has a picture in which he
represents Jesus Christ in the NaZarene car
penter shop. Around Him are the saws, the
hammers, the axes, the drills OF carpentry.
The picture represents Christ as rising from
the carpenters working bench and weariiy
stretch ng out His arms as one will after be-
Ing in contracted or uncomfortable posture,
, and the light of that picture is 50 arranged
that the arms of Christ, wearily stretched
forth, together with His body, throw on the
wall the shadow OF the cross. Oh! my
friends, that shadow was on everything In
Christ's lifetime. Shadow OF a cross on tho
Bethlehem swaddliny clothes. Shadow of a
cross on the road over which the three fugf-
tives fed into Egypt. Shadow of a cross on
Lake Galtlee Christ walked 5 mosaic
hoor of opal and emerald and crystal.
Shallow Of cross on the road to Emmaus.
Shallow of cross on the brook Kedron. and
IN the temple, and on the side OF Oivet-
) Shadow of a cross on sunrise and sunser.
Constantine, marching with his army, saw
'ust once cross In the sky, but Christ saw
:he cross all the time.
Hawthorne, TUNED out OF the Office OF col.
lector at Salem, went home in despair. His
wife touched him on the shoulder aud said,
, 'Now is the time to write your book" and
his famous 'Scarlet Letter was the brill
ant consequence. WORLDLY good sometimes
.omes from worldly evil. Then be not un-
believing when tell you that from the
greatest crime OF all eternity and OF ths
whole universe, the murder OF the Son OF
God, there shall come results which shall
eclipse all the grandeurs Of eternity past and
eternity to come. Christ, an exile from
heaven opening the way for the deportation
toward heaven and to heaven of all those
who will accept the proffer Atonement, a
lhip large enough to take all the passengers
hat will come aboardit.
For this royal exile bespeak the love anG
service of all the exiles here present, and in
one sense or the other that Includes all Of
US. The gates OF this continent have been so
widely opened that there are here many vol
antary exiles from other lands. Some of
you are ScOtchmen. l see 1t In your high
your face when l mention the land Of your
nativity. Bonny Scotlandl DeaI old kirk2
Soms OF your ancestors sleeping In Grey
friars churchyard, or by the deep lochs flllei
put OF the pitchers of heaven, or under tho
heather, sometimes so deep of color it max J
one think of the blood of the Covenanter4
wEo signed their names for Christ, dipping
their pens into the veins of their own arms
opened for that purpose. How every
fiber OF your nature thrills rs | mention
the names Of Robert Bruce and tho Camp
bells and Cochranel Ibespeak for this royal
exile Of my text the love and service of ali
Scotch exiles. Some OF you are Englishmsn.
Your ancestry served the Lord. Have | not
read of the sufferings OF the Haymarket, and
have not seen In Oxford the very spot whero
hluley anu Ldtliner mounted inc red cntlr-
lot? Some OF your ancestors heard George
Whitelleld thunder, or heard Charles Wes-
ley sin, or heard John Bunyan tell his dream
Of the celestial city, and tho cathedrals un-
der the shadow of which some of you were
born had in their grandest organ roll tho
name Of the Messiah.
Ibespeak for the royal exile OF my sermon
the love and the service of all English ex-
lies. Yes some of you came from tho island
Of distress over which hunger, on athrone Of
human skeletons, sat queen All efforts at
ameioration halted by massacre. Process
zion OF famtnes, procession of martyrdOmS
! marching from northern Channel to Cape
Clear and from the Irish Sea across To the
Atlantic. An island not bounded a. geosrH-
/ piers tell us, but, as every philantbr0pist
| knows, bounded on the north and the south
! and the east and the west by woe which no
human politics can alleviate and only Al
mighty God can assuage. Land OF Gold
smiths rhythm, and Sheridan's wit, and
, o Connells eloquence, and Edmund Burke's
I statesmanship, and O'Brien's sacrifice
Another Patmos with its apocalypse OF
! blood. Yet you cannot think of It to-day
( without having your eyes blinded with emo
ton, for there your ancestors sleep in graves,
! some OF which they entered for lack Of
| bread. For this royal exile OF my sermon
! bespeak the love and the service of all Irish
exiIes Yes, some OF you are from Germany.
| the land of Luther, and some OF you are
! lFoul tut ihhI VI anu Htlilt
! OF you are from France. the land of John
I Calvin. one of the three mighties OF the
| glorious reformation. Some OF you are de-
scendants of the Puritans, and they were
exles, and some OF you descendants of the
Huguenots, and they were exies, and some
of you are descendants OF the Holland refu'
gees, and they were exiles.
Some Of you We're born on the banks ofthe
Yazoo or the Savannah, and you are now liv'
Ing In this latitude. Some OF you on the
banks Of the Kennebec, or at the foot OF the
Green Mountains, and you are here now.
Some OF you on the prair.os OF the West, OF
the tablelands, and you are here now. Oh,
how many of us far away from home. All
Of US exiies. This Is not our home. Heaven
Is our home. Oh, 1 am glad
when the royal exile went back BE
S the eoGs gate som. sSF That Fl left T. the aS. wS.
exclamation of the majority of Christians.
have seen many Christians die. thinh
nine out OF ten Of them In the last moment
say, "Going home" Going home out oi
Punishment and sin and sorrow and sad
ness. Going home to join in the hilarties 0
our parents and our dear children who hav,
already departed. Going home TO Christ.
Going homo to God. Going home to stay,
Where are your loved ones that died IN
CHRISTI You pity them. Ah. they ought &c
pity youi You are sn exile far from homa
They are home! Oh, what a time II will b
Tor you when the gatekeeper Of heaven shall
say: "Take of that rough sandal. the jour
ney's ended. Put down that saber. the bab
hes won. Put off that iron coat OF mai
and put on the robe of conqueror." At thai
gate Of triumph 1 leave you to lay, only
reading three tender cantos translated from
the italian. II you ever heard anything
sweeter I never did, although l cann0
adopt all its theology:
Twas whispered one morning in heaven
How the little child angel May,
In the shade Of the great white portal, a,
Sat sorrowing night and day;
flow she said to the stately warden,
He OF the key and bar:
"Oh, angel, sweet angel, pray you
Set the beautiful gates ajar,
Only little, Ipray you,
Set the beautiful gates a ar
~ can hear my mother weeping,
She Is lonely; she cannot see
A glimmer of light in the darkness
When the gate shut after me.
Oh, turn me the key, sweet angel,
The splendor will shine so far"
But the warden answered. 81 dare not
Set the beautiful gates ajar."
Spoke low and answered, 81 dare not
Set the beautiful gates aiar.''
Then up rose Mary, the blessed,
Sweet Mary, the mother of Christ,
her hand on the hand of the angel
She laid, and her touch sufficei.
Turned was the key in the portal,
Fell ringing the golden bar,
And, 10, in the little child's fingers
SteVd the beautiful gates aiar,
| In the little child's angel fingers
Stood the beautiful gates ajar.
A man In Henderson, Ky. sends con-
! science money to a local capitals: %itl, thi4
| note: Honesty is the best iaGcy. Tbs
twenty cents is for stealing riIas on the ole
mule cars"
A young woman, who has no hInlT, vas
arrested in New York City the other day To-
stealing with keI tee'r.