Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1896-04-23

other mans barn to being buried in
another mans grave.
have read how tho SWISS when they
are far away from their native country, at
the sound OF their national air get so home
sick that they fall into melancholy and
sometimes they die under the homesiok-
ness But, oh, the homesickness Of
Christ Poverty homesick for celestial
riches. Persecution homesick for ho-
sauna. WEAKNESS bomcsick for rest.
Homesick for angelic and arcbangelio
oompanionship Homesick to get out of
the night and the storm and tho worlds
execration. Homesiokness will make a
week seem as long as month and It
seems to me that tho throo decades Of
Christ's residence on earth must have
seemed to him almost interminable. You
have often tried to measure the other
pangs of Christ, but you have never tried
to measure the magnitude and ponderosity
of Saviour's homesickness.
take step farther and tell you that
Christ was In an exile which ho knew
would end In assassination Holman
Hunt tho master painter, has n picture In
which no represents Jesus Christ in the
Nazarone carpenter shop. Around him
are the saws, tho hammers, tho axes tho
drills Of carpentry. The picture represents
Christ as rising from the carpenters work
ing bench and YEARLY stretching out his
arms MS one will after being in contracted
or uncomfortable posture, and tho light of
that picture Is so arranged that the arms
of Christ, YEARLY stretched forth, together
with his body, throw on the wall tho
shadow Of tho cross. oh, my friends, that
shadow WAS on everything In Christ's lifo-
time. Shadow of n cross on the Bethlehem
swaddling clothes; shadow of cross on
the road over which tho three fupitives fed
into Egypt; shadow Of cross on Lake
Galilce as Christ walked It's mosaic floor
Of opal and emerald and crystal shadow
Of cross on tho road, to Emmaus; shadow
of cross on tho brook Kedron Stnd on the
temple, and on the side OF Olic6t; shadow
OF cross on sunrise and sunset Con-
stantino, marching with his army, saw
just once cross In tho sky, but Christ
saw the cross all tho time.
The Doom of n Desperate.
On rough journey we cheer ourselves
with tho fact that It will end In warm hos
pitality but Christ knew that his rough
path would end at dcfoliaged tree, with
out ono lenf and with only two branches,
bearing fruit Of such bitterness as no HUI
man lips had over tnsted. oh, what an
exile, starting in an infancy without any
cradle and ending in assassination! Thirst
without any water, day without any sun
light. Tho doom of q desperate for more
than angelic excellence. Foo what that
expatriation and that exile? Worldly good
sometimes comes from worldly evil. Tho
accidental glance Of "a sharp blade from n
razor grinders wheel put out the ego of
Gambctta and excited sympathies which
gained him an education and started him
on career that made his name moro ma
jostic among Frenchnen than any other
name In tho last 90 years. Hawthorne,
turned out Of tho Office OF collector at So
lem, went homo 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
brilliant consequence.
Worldly good sometimes comes from
worldly evil Then DO not unbelioving
when 1 tell you that from the greatest
crime of all eternity and Of tho whole uni
verse, the murder Of the Son of God, there
shall come results which shall eclipse all
the grandcurs of eternity past and eternity
to come. Christ, an exile from heaven
opening the way for the deportation to-
ward heaven and to heaven Of all those
who will accept tho proffor. Atonement,
q ship large enough to take all the passen-
gers that will como aboard It,
A Land of Voluntary Exile.
For this royal exile bespcak the love
and service of all tho cxiles here present,
and, in one sense or tho other, that in
cludes all Of us. Tho gates Of this conti-
nont have been so widely opened that there
are here many voluntary exilcs from other
lands. Some of you are Scotchmen. l see
1t in your high cheek bones and in the
color that ilumines your face whom
mention the land of your nativity. Bon
ny Scotland! Dear old kirk! Some Of
your ancestors sleeping in Grcyfrars
churchyard, or by the deep lochs filled out
of the pitchers of heaven, or under tho
heather, sometimes so deep Of color 1t
makes ono think of tho blood Of tho Cove
nanters 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 Campbells and Cochrane. / bespeak
for this royal exile of my text the love and
the service of all Scotch oxiles. Some OF
| you nro Englishmen. Your ancestry served
the Lord. Have not read Of the suffer
ings of the iIaymarketP And have not
seen In Oxford the very spot where Ridley
and Latimer mounted the rcd chariot.
| Some of your ancestors heard George White
field thunder, or heard Charles Wesley
sing, or heard John Bunyan toll his dream
of tho celestial city, and the cathedrnls I'M
der tho shadow Of which some of you were
| born had in their grandest organ roll the
name OF tho Messiah.
l bospeak for the royal exile Of my SER
mon the love and the service OF all English
exiles. Yes, some Of you camo from the
island of distress over which hunger, on
"a throne OF human skeletons, sat queen.
All efforts at amelioration halted by mas
sacro. Procession Of famines, procession
OF martyrdoms marching from northern
channel to Cape Clear and from the Irish
sea across to tho Atlantic. An island not
bounded as geogrnphers tell u.s. 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 Almighty God car
6ssungo. Land Of Goldsmith's rhythm,
and Sheridan's wit, and O'Connell's elo
quenco, and Edmund Burkes statesman
ship, and O'BMen's sacrifice. Another
Patmos with Its apocalypse of blood. Yet
you cannot think of it today without hay.
ing your eyes blinded with emotion, fol
there your ancestors sleep in graves, some
Of which they entered for lack of bread
FOR unis rugs. .ny scrrnun 1 pe-
speak the love and tho service of all Irish
exiles. Yes, some Of you arc from Cor
many, tho land Of Luther, and some OF
you are from Italy, tho land of Garibaldi,