The Penn's Grove record., 1896-04-24

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wall the shadow of the cross. oh! my
friends. that shadow was on everything in
Christ's lifetime. Shadow OF a cross on the
Bethlehem swaddIing clothes. Shadow OF q
eross on the road over which the three fugi-
tlves He'd into Egypt. Shadow Of a cross on
Lake Galilee as Christ walked Is mosaic
floor OF opal and emerald and crystal.
shallow OF n cross on the road to Emmans:
Sha low OF a cross on the brook Kedron. and
on the temple, and on the side Of Olivet.
SHADOW Of a cross on sunrise and sunsef.
Constantine, marching with his army, saw
ust once a cross in the sky, but Christ saw
:he cross all the time.
Hawthorne, turned out OF the office OF col.
ector at Salem, went home In despair. HIS
wife touched him on the shoulder and said,
snow is the time to write your book" and
his famous ''Scarlet Letter. was the brill
ant consequence. worldly good sometimes
comes from worldly evil. Then be not un-
believing when / tell You that from the
greatest crime OF all eternity and OF the
whole universe, the murder OF the Son OF
God, there shall come results which shall
sclipse all the grandeurs of eternity past and
eternity to come. Christ, an exile from
heaven opening the way for the deportation
coward heaven and 10 heaven of all those
who will accept the prefer. Atonement, a
hip large enough to take all the passengers
hat will come aboard X.
For this royal exile | bespeak the love and
rervice 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
untary oYiles from other lands. Some OF
you are S~cotehmen. | see 1t In your high
cheek bones and In the color that illumines
your face when mention the land Of your
nativity. Bonny Scotlandl Dear old Kirk?
Some OF your ancestors sleeping In Grey
iriars churchyard, or by the deep lochs filed
put of the pitchers OF heaven, or under the
heather, sometimes so deep Of color it makes
one think of the blood OF the CovenaTters
WHO 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 as / mention
the names Of Robert Bruce and the Camp
bells and Cochranel Ibespeak for this royal
exile of my text the love and service of all
Scotch exlles. Some of you arc Englishmen.
Your ancestry served the Lord. Have l not
read of the sutferings Of the Haymarket, and
have mot seen in Oxford the very spot where
Ridley and Latimer mounted the red char
lOt2 Some OF your ancestors heard George
Whltefield thunder, or heard Charles Wes-
ley sin, or heard John Bunyan tell his dream
Of the celestial city, and the cathedrals IN
der the shadow Of which some Of you were
born had in their grandest organ roll the
name Of the Messiah.
1 bespeak for the royal exile of my sermon
the love and the service of all English ex-
lies. Yes, some Of you camo from the island
OF distress over which hunger, on throne OF
human skeletons, sat queen. All efforts at
nmelioration halted by massacre. Process
sion of famines, procession Of martyrdoms
marching from northern Channel to Cape
Clear and from the Irish Sea across to the
Atlantic. An island not bounded as geogra-
pliers tell US, but, as every philanthropist
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 ussuage. Land Of Gold
smiths rhythm, aud Sheridan's wit, and
0'Connelps eloquence, and Edmund Burke's
craftsmanship, and 0'Brien's sacrifice.
Another Patmos with its apocalypse OF
blood. Yet you cannot think of 1t to-day
without having your eyes blinded with emo
ton, for there your ancestors sleepin graves,
some of which they entered for lack OF
bread. For this royal exile OF my sermon I
bespeak the love and the service OF all Irish
exiles. Yes, ONE Of you are from Germany,
the land of Luther, and sofhe OF you are
from Italy, the land Of Garlbaldi, and some
of you are from France, the lane OF John
Calvin, one of the three mighties of the
glorious reformation. Some of you are de-
scendants OF the Puritans, and they were
exiles, and some OF you descendants OF the
H~uguenots, and they were exiles, and som
of you are descendants of the Holland refu,
gees, and they were exiles.
Some of you were born on the banks OF 1.-THE
Yazoo or the Savannah, and you are now liv-
ing In this latitude. Some Of you OIL the
banks of the Kennebec, or at the foot of the
Green Mountains, and you are here now.
Some Of you on the pralr.us Of the West, OF
the tablelands, and you are here now. Oh,
how many OF us far away from home. All
of US exiles. This is not our home. Heaven
is our home. Oh, 1 am 30 glad
left the gate ajar, or left 1t wide
open. "Going home" That is the dying
exclamation OF the majority of Christians.
I have seen many Christians die. I thinh
nine out OF ten OF them In the last moment
say, "Going home" Going home out oil
Punishment and sin and sorrow and sad.
ness. Going home to join in the hilartties OF
our parents and our dear children who have
already departed. Going home to Christ,
Going home to God. Going home to stay
Where are your loved mes that died In
CHRISTI You pity them. All. they ought ts
pity you'll You are TN exile far from home
They are homeI Oh, what a time It will b.
for you when the gatekeeper Of heaven shall
say: ''Take off that rough sandal, the jour
ney's ended. Put down that saber, the bat
ties won. Put off that iron coat Of mail
and put on the robe of conqueror." At thai
gate of triumph l leave you to-day, 0nb
reading three tender cantos translated from
the italian. II You ever heard anything
sweeter, l never did. although 1 cannoi
adopt all its theology:
Twas whispered one morning in heaven
How the little child angel May,
In the shade Of the great white portal,
Sat sorrowing night and day;
flow she,said to the stately warden,
He of the key and bar;
"Oh, angel, sweet angel, I pray you
Set the beautiful gates aiar,
Only a little, l pray you,
Set the beautiful gates ajar.
~ can hear my mother weeping,
She Is lonely; she canno 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 %ajar."
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 suflced.
Turned was the key in the portal,
Fell ringing the golden bar,
And, 10, in the little child's fingers
StNsd the beautiful gates aiar,
In the little ohild's angel fingers
Stood the beautiful gates ajar.
A man In Henderson, Ky, sends con.
science money to a local capitals. With this
note: "Honesty is the best lpiey. III
twenty cents Is for stealing rides on the ole
mule cars"
A young woman, who has no hands. vas
arrested in New York City the other day fvr
stealing with hei tee'''-
It sometimes costs aPood deal of
money to get something for nothing.
It is well the book of life is open to
as puge by page, We're all the hard
pared at once the task would be
too hard to muster.
Tue world owes every ma a living.
and every mau owe 1t 10 tho world
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