Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1896-04-29

massacre Procession of families pro-
eession o. msrtyrdoms marching from
Northern channel to Cape Clear. and
from the Irish sea across to the At
lantic- An island not bounded, N
geographcrs tell US, but as every
philanthropist knows-bounded on the
north and the south and the east and
the west by woe which no h:sman poll
itics can alleviate. and only Almighty
God can assuage. Land of Goldsmith's
rhythm, and Sheridan's wit, and OCon-
nelfs eloquence. and Edmund Burkc's
craftsmanship, and o'Brien's sacri-
hce. Another Patmos with its
apocalypse of blood. Yet you can not
think of IT to-day without having Your
eyes blinded with emotion, for there
your ancestors sleep IN graves. some of
which they entered for lack of bread.
For this royal exile of my sermon be-
speak the love and the service of all
Irish exiles. Yes, some of you are
from Germany, the land of Luther,
and some of you are from Italy. tho
land of Garibaldi. and some of YOU
are from France, the land of John
Calvin, one of the three mirhties
of the glorious Reformation. Some
y
tans, and they were exiles, and some
OF you are descendants of the Hugne-
nots, and they were exiles; and some Of
you are descendants of the Holland
refugees, and they were exiles. Some
OF you were born on the banks of the
fazoo or the Savannah, and YOU are
now living i'm shis latitude; some of YOU
on the banks of the Keunebec. or at
the foot of the Green mountains, and
YOU are here now. Some of you on tho
prairies of the West, or the table lands,
and you are here now. OH how many
of us far away from home. All OF us
! eSiles- This is not our home.
OH am so glad whoa the royal exile
went back he left the gate aiar, or left
II wide open. Going homer That 10
the dying exclamation of the majority
OF Christians. have seen many Chris.
! tians die. l think nine out of ten of
them in the last moments sag, Going
home" Going home out of ban ;shm.ns
and sin and sorrow and sadness. Co
ing home 70 join in the hilnrities OF our
parents aud our dear children who
have already departed. Going home
/ to Christ. Going home 10 God CO.
ing home to stay. Where are your
loved ones that died in Christ? nu
/ pity them. All, They ought 20 pity
/ you. You are an exile far from hoiua
They are home, oh, what tiuln il
will be for you when the gstclSccpcf OF
| Heaven shall say: Take off hat
rough sandal; the journeys ended
Put down that Der: the battles won
Put OFF that iron coat OF mail and put
on the robe of conqucror." AT that
/ gate OF triumph leave you today. ON.
/ ~ reading three tender cantos trans
lated from the Italian. II you e, cr
heard anything swccter ] never did,
although | can not adops all itn u y
ology.
Twas WHISPERED one morning in UcGrta
How the Iittle child-angel My.
In the shade OF tho great white portal
sat sorrowlu. night ana duv
How she laid 20 tao stately warden
lie OF the key aud bar
ON. angel sweet nn-cl. I pray you
SET tho beautiful gates air.
CGiy littlc } pray YOU.
Set the beautiful gates a:ur
:" can hear my mother weeping
| She Il lonely. she can not see
J. glimmcr o! iirht in the darkness,
When the gates shut after me:
| On. turn me the keY. sweet angel.
| The suleudDr viii shine far"
But the warden answered. Il dare nos
| Set the beautiful Patas Eiar."
Spoke low answered. II dare not
Set tho beautiful gates ajlr."
Then up rose Mary. the blessed
| Sweet Mary. tho mother OF Chriss
| Her hand on the hand OF tho angel
| She laid. and her touch -ui1.cd
Turned was the key ia the portal
ell ringing the golden bar
| And 10! In the little chiId's fingers
stood tho beautiful gates altar.
In the little cEilds angel fingers
STOOD the beautiful gates aiar.