Highland recorder. (Monterey, Highland County, Va.) 1877-1972, 1896-05-01

| cross on the road over which the three fugi-
tives fed into Egypt. Shadow OF cross on
| Lake Galllee as Christ walked rs mosaic
| floor of opal and emerald and crystal
| Shadow Of a cross on the road to Emmaus.
| Shadow of a cross on the brook Kedron. and
| on the temple, and on the side OF Olivet
| Shadow Of cross on sunrise and sunsef.
| Constantine, marching with his army, saw
| just once cross In the sky, but Christ saw
the cross all the time.
Hawthorne, turned out OF the Office OF col
lector at Salem, went home In despair. His
wife touched him on the shoulder and said,
"Now is the time to write your book" and
| his famous "Scarlet Letter" was the brill.
liant consequence. Worldly good sometimes
comes from worldly evil. Then be not un-
believing when 1 tell you that from the
| greatest crime Of al eternity and OF the
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, IN exile from
heaven opening the way for the deportation
toward heaven and TO heaven Of all those
who will accept the prefer. Atonement, a
ship large enough to taks all the passengers
that will come aboardit.
For this foyal exile bespeak the love and
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.
untary exiles from other lands. Some OF
you are Scotchmen. l 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
friars churchyard, or by the deep lochs filled
out of the pitchers Of heaven, or under the
at 81 olroo
one think OF the blood OF the Covenaniers
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 as l mention
the names of Robert Bruce and the Camp
bells and Cochrane Ibespeak for this royal
exile of my text the love and service OF all
Scotch exiles. Some of you are Engllshmen.
Your ancestry served the Lord. Have l not
read Of the sufferings of the Haymarket, and
have mot seen In Oxford the very spot where
Ridley and Latimer mounted the red char
iot? Some of your ancestors heard George
White1eld thunder, or heard Charles Wes-
ley sin. or heard John Bunyan tell his dream
of the celestial city, and the catheirals IN
der the shadow Of which somo of you were
born had in their grandest organ roll tho
name Of the Messiah.
bespeak for the royal exile OF my sermon
the love and the service of all English ex-
lies. Yes, some Of you came from the island
of distress over which hunger. on athrone Of
human skeletons, sat queen. All efforts at
amelioration halted by massacre. Process
sion OF famines, procession OF martyrd0ms
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 tho east and the west by WOO which no
human politics can alleviate and only AL
mighty God can assuage. Land Of Gold
smiths rhythm. and Sheridan's wit, and
O'Connell's eloquence. and Edmund Burke'5
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
exiles. Yes, some Of you are from Germany,
the land of Luther, and some of you are
from Italy, the land Of Garibaldi, and some
of you are from France. the land OF John
Calvin, one of the three mighties OF the
glorious reformation. Some OF you arc do
scendants of the Puritals, and they were
PAllee, anu SOLuo VI YOU tlNO
Huguenots, and they were exiles, and some
OF you are descendants OF the Holland refu-
gees, and they were exiles.
Some of you were 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 prairies OF the West, or
the tablelands, and you are here now. On,
how many of us far away from home. All
OF us exles This is not our home Heaven
is our home. Oh, 1 am SO glad
when the royal exile went back He
open. "Going homel'' That Is the dying
exclamation of the majority of Christians,
have seen many Christians die. l think
nine out of ten Of them In the last moment
say, "Going home" Going home out OF
Punishment and sin and sorrow and sad
ness. Going home to join in the hilaritles 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 ones that died in
Christ? You pity them. Alb. they ought to
pity you! You are an exile far from home.
They are home! Oh, what time 1t will be
for you when the gatekeeper Of heaven shall
sly: "Take off that rough sandal, the jour-
neys ended. Put down that saber. the bat
ties won. Put off that iron coat of mail
and put on the robe of conqueror." At that
gate of triumph 1 leave you to-day, only
reading three tender cantos translated from
the Italian. If You ever heard anything
sweeter, 1 never did. although l cannot
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 daV
How she said to the stately warden,
He of tho key aud bar:
lob. angel, sweet angel, pray you
Set the beautiful gates ajar,
Only a little, Ipray you,
Set the beautiful gates ajar.
Il can hear my mother weeping,
She is lonely; she cannot see
A glmmer of light in the darkness
When the gate shut after me.
Oh, turn me the key, sweet angel.
The spendor will shine so far.
But the warden answered. 81 dare not
Set the beautiful gates aiar."
Spoke low and answered, III 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 suf1lced.
Turned was the key in the portal,
Fell ringing the golden bar,
And. 10, in the little child's fingers
Stood the beautiful gates ajar.
In the little childs angel fingers
Stood the beautiful gates aiar,