Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1896-09-09

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npbuilding OF an empire, or the overthrow
Ing OF 1t. Higher than Parliament or Con-
gress are the school and the family. aud the
sound Of a child's foot may mean more than
the tramp OF host. What, then, are yon
doing for the purpose OF bringing your chill
dren into the Kingdom of Godt II they are
30 susceptible, and il this is the very best
time to act upon their eternal Interests, what
are you doing by way o: right impulsiou?
There were some harvesters In the fields of
Scotland one hot day; an Hannah Lemoni
was helping them gather the hay. She laid
her babe under a tree. While she was busy
In the field, there was flutter OF wings in
the air, and q golden eagle c!uched the swad-
ding band OF the babe and few away with
II to the mountain eyrie. All the harveSters
and Hannah Lemond started for the cliffs.
It was two miles before they came to tho
foot Of the cliffs. Getting there. vino darei
10 mount the cliffs? No human foot had
ever trod 1t. There were sailors there who
had gone up the mast in the day OF terribl.
tempest; they did not dare risk it. Hannah
Eemond sat there for a while and looked up
and saw the eagle in the eyrie, and then
she leaped to her feet. and She
started up where no human foot had ever
srod, crag above crag. catching hold of this
root or that root. until she reached the
eyrie and caught her babe, the eagle swoop-
Ing in fierceness all around about her.
Fastening the chill TO her back. she started
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dizzy descent! sliding from this crag to that
crag, catching by that vine and by that riot.
coming down further and further, to the
most dangerous pass, where she found
goat and some kids. She said: Now l II
follow the goat; the goat will know just
which Is the safest way down." and she WAS
led by the animal down to the plain. When
.he got there, all the people cried: ''Thank
God! thank God!' her strength not giving
way until the rescue was effected. And they
cried: "Stand back, now. Give her air."
Oh, Ii a woman will do that for the physical
life Of her child. what will you do for the
eternal life of your boy and your girI Let
1t not be told in the great day of eternity
that Hannah Lemond put forth more exer
tion for the saving of the physical life OF
her child than you, o parent, have ever put
forth for the eternal life of your little one.
God help you!
pass on to consider the power which a
child wields over the parental heart. We
often talk about the influence of parents up
on children. / never heard anything said
about the influence of children upon their
parents. You go to school to them. You no
more educate them than they educate you.
With their little hands they have caught
hold of your entire nature aud You cannot
wrench yourself away from their grasp. You
are different men and women from what you
were before they gave you the first lesson.
They have revolutiOnized your soul. There
IOuutdluS VI 1Ot III your utiFt WHICH
never would have been discovered had they
not discovered them. Life is to you more
Hupendous thing than it was before those
little feet started on the pathway to eternity.
Oh. how many hopes. how many joys, how
many solitudes that little one has created In
your soul! You go to school every day-a
,chool of self-denial, a school of patience, In
which you are getting wiser day by day; and
that influence OF the child over you will In
erease and increase; and though your chill
dren may die, from the very throne OF God
they will reach down an influence to your
soul, leading you on and leading you up un-
lii you mingle with their voices and sit be-
side their thrones.
The grasp which the child has over the
parents heart Is seen in what the parent
will do for the child. Storm aud darkness
and heat and cold are nothing to you If they
stand between you and your child's welfare.
A great lawyer, when yet unknown, one day
stood in the court room and made an elo-
Quent plea before some men of great legal
attainments; and gent eman said to him
Rfterward: "How could YOU be so calm
standing in that august presence" "Oh,"
said Erskine, II felt my children pulling at
my skirts crying for bread" What stream
will you not swim, what cavern will you not
enter, what battle will you not fight, what
hunger will you not endure for You, chill
dren? Your children Your children must
have bread though you starve. Your chill
dren must be well clothed though you go in
rags. You say: "My children shall be edu-
cated though l never had any chance"
What to you are weary limbs, and aching
head, and hands hardened and callous, IL
only the welfare of your children can be
wrought out by it2 Their sorrow is your
sorrow. their joy your JOY their advance
ment your victory. And, oh, when the last
sickness comes, how you fight back the
march of disease. and 1t is only after "a tre-
mendous struggle that you surrender. And
then when the spirit has fed. the great deep
!s broken up, and Rachel will not be COM
iorted because her children are not, and
David goes up the palace stairs, crying:
"Oh, Absalom, my son, my son, would God
I had died for thee, oh. Absalom, my son,
ny SON."
The brightest lights that can be kindled,
Christ has kindled. Let US, old and young,
rejoice that heaven is gathering up so much
that ia attractive. In that far land we
aot strangers. There are those there who
speak our name day by day, and they won-
Ser why 30 long We tarry. II l could count
up the names of all those who have gone
,ut from these families into the kingdom of
heaven, 1t would take me all day to mention
their names. A great multitude before the
throne. You loved them once; you love them
now; and ever and anon you think you hear
their voices calling you upward. All, yes.
they have gone out from all these families,
and you want no book to tell you Of the dy-
ing experience of Christian children. You
have heard 1t; 1t has been whispered in your
ear, o father, o mother, o brother. D sister.
Toward that good lanl all Christians are
bearing. This swapping OF heart-str,n s. this
flight Of years, this tread OF the bear; re minds
US that we are passing away. Under spring
blossoms, aud through summer barvc Us, and
across autumnai leaves; aud through the
wintry snowbanks, We are passinS on. Oh.
rejoice at ii, children OF God rejoice at it,!
How we shall gather them up, the loved and
the lost! Before we mount our throne. be-
fore We drink Of the fountain, before We
strike the harp of our eternal celebration,
We will cry out: "Where are our loved and
lost2'' And then, how We snail gather them
up! Oh, how We shall gather them up!
In this dark world OF sin an / pain ~
We only meet to part again:
But when We reach the heavenly shore
We there shall meet to part no more.
The hope that we shall see that day
Should chase our present gr efs away;
When these short years OF pain are past
Well meet before the throne at last.