The Banner-Democrat. [volume] (Lake Providence, East Carroll Parish, La.) 1892-current, 1896-05-30


~cluntarv exiles from other lands.
Some Of You are Scotchmen. see ~
In vour high cheek-bones, and in tins
coior that illumines your face when !
mention the land of your nativity
Donn;e Scotlsndi Dear old kirk! Some
Of vour ancestors sleeping in Grey'
frairs churchyard, or by the deep
lochs filed ont of the pitchers %
Heaven, or under the heather sones
times SO deep of color it makes one
think Of the blood Of the Covennnte5s
who signed their names for CHRISTI
d;nn;n9 their pens into the veins OF
their own arms opened for that pur-
pose. How every fiber OF your mature
thrills MS mention the name of hoo.
ert Bruce, and the Campbelis' ana
Cochrane. bespeakSor this royal ex'
lie of nv text the love Ind the service
Of all Scotch exiles. Some OF You are
Enplishmen. Your ancestry served
the Lord. Have I not read OF the
sufferings of the Haymarket? and have
mot seen In Oxford the very sPos
where Ridley and Latimer mounted
the red chariot? Some OF your ances.
tors heard George Whiteneld thunder.
or heard Charles Wesley sing, or heard
John Bunyan tell his dream OF the
celestial city; and the cathedrals un'
der the shadows of which some OF you
were born had in their grandest organ
roll the name OF the Messiah DO
speak for the royal exile OF my ser
| mon the love and service OF All En-
glish exiles. Yes, some OF you came
from the island of distress over which
Hunger. on a throne of human skele-
tons sat queen. All efforts at ameliora-
| tion halted by massacre. Procession OF
fapines. procession of martyrdoms
marching from North channel to Cape
Clear. and from the Irish sea across to
the Atlantic. An island not bounded
as peopraphers tell us, but as every
nhilanthropist knows-bounded on the
north and the south and the east ana
the west bv woe which no human poll
tics can alleviate, and only Almighty
God can assuagc. Land of Goldsmiths
hvthm. aud Sheridan's wit, and O'Con-
reirs eloouence, and Edmund Burke's
craftsmanship. and O'Briens sacrince.
! Another Patmos with its apocalypse Oh
blood. Yet you can not think OF IL 20.
. dav without having your eyes blinded
with emotion, for there your ancestors
. sleep in graves some of which they en-
tered for lack of bread.
For this royal exile of any sermon
bespeak 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, the
land of Gnribaldi, and some OF you are
Z from France, the land of John Calvin
one of the three mighties of the glori'
GUS Reformation. Some OF You are
descendants of the Puritans, and they
were exiles; and some OF you
are descendants of the Hugue
: nots and they ) were exiles; and
:, some of you are descendants y
. the Holland refugees, and they were
!. exiles. Some of you were born on tn'
= banks of the Yazoo or the savannah
- and you are now living in this latitude
- some of YOU on the banks OF the Ken
I. nebec. or at the foot of the Greer
mountains, and you are here now
oh, how many of MS far away from
home. All of us exiles. This Is no
~ our home. Heaven is our home
&c Oh, / am so glad when the roya
'i- exile went back He left tho Rat
aiar. or left it wide open. 'Goin
US home!- That is the dying o.
p clamation of the majority OF Chri'
NJ tians. have seen many Chrlstian
y. die. / think nine out OF ten IN tne iaA
ng moment say, "Going home Ooin
en- out of banishnen and sin and sorro'
ms and sadness. Going home to JOIN
ed the hilarities of our parents ana Gu
ne dear children who have already q
ed narted. Going home to Christ. d'
ny mo home to God. Going home TO sta'
y, Where are your loved ones that a'e
he in Christ? You pity them. All the
w ought to pity you. You are an exl
ne. far from home. They are HON
EN- Oh, what a time it will
'ss for you when the gatckeeper OF Heavs
1r shall say: Take off that rougn Sd
dol: the Journeys ended. Put doW
'ed that saber: the battles won. Put {
sid that iron coat of mail and put on u
The robe of conoueror." At that gate
no triumph leave you to-day, only rea
ing three tender cantos trarsiao
an from the ItalIan. If you ever nea
ust ANYTHING sweeter never did. aitnou'
aw can not adopt all its theology;
Twas whispered one morning In hesven
ur- How the little child-angel May,
In In the shade Of the great white portal
ew Sat sorrowing night and day;
How she said TO the stately wsfoen-
He Of the key and bar
ina "Ohl angel, sweet angel. pray you
nit Set the beautiful gates ajar-
ips Only a little. pray you.
Set the beautiful gates ajar.
my II can hear my mother weeping
on. She is lonely, she can not see
Ar A plimmer Of light In the darkness.
~, When the gates shut after me;
les OH turn me the key, sweet angel.
eel The splendor will shine so farl"
and But the warden answered; Il care nos
mas Set the beautiful gates a5sr;
Spoke low and answered: II care nos
ccr Set the beautiful gates a1ar."
N
aua Then up rose Mary. the blessed,
Sweet Mary. the mother of Christi
MES Her hand on the hand Of the angel
and She laid, and her touch sufilced
his Turned was the key In the portal
men Fell ringing the golden bar.
!. oo And 10. In the little childs fingers
~ Stond the beautiful gates ajar.
the In the little child's angel fingers
ONE Stood the beautiful gates a1ar
! on -
the The Home.
and The ideal home begins in marris