The Monitor-register., 1896-04-24

Proprietors, Lowell, Mass. = uAuS
Ine only pllls TO take with Hoods Sarsaparilla.
or a Thousand miles away from tbe do
nestle circle. Christ was more million
miles away from home than Won cenld
count If all your life you did nothing
but count. You know what II Is 70 he
homesick even amid pleasant surronnd-
lngs, but Christ slept in huts. and he
was athlrst, and he was a-huneered. and
he was on the way from being born in
another mans barn to being buried in
another mans grave.
L have read how the Swiss. when
they are far away from their native
country, at the sound of their national
air get SO homesick hat they fall into
melancholy, and sometimes they die I'M
der the inconsistencies. But, oh, the home
sickness OF Christi Poverty homesick
for celestial riches. Persecution home
SICK Tor hosanna. WEAKNESS homesick
COR rest. Homesick for angelic and arch
angellc companionship. Homesick to
/ get u o. the night, and the storm,
ana the worlds execration. Homesick-
ness Will make "a week seem as long as
a month, n 1T seems to me that the
three oecades OF Chr1st's residence ON
eartn must have seemed to him almost
lntermlnable. You have often tried to
measure the other pangs of Christ, but
you nave never tried to measure the
magnitude n ponderosity of a Saw
tours inconsistencies.
lake a step farther n tell you that
Onrist was IN an exile which he knew
would END II ASSASSINATION. Holman
i1uhe' tne master painter, has a picture
III winch ne represents Jesus Christ in
.ne NaAarehe carpenter shop. Around
hhn are me saws, the hammers, the
axes 1he orhis OF carpentry: The pic
lure represents ohrlst as rising from
'ne carpenters WORKING bench and
wearlly stretcnlng out his arms as one
VIII aieer pelng In contracted or uncom-
ior.apie POSTURE ana the light or that
Pnceufe Is 80 arranged that the arms OF
onrlsC, Meariiy ssreccneo 1ortn' together
WIN his pouy' thro" on the a the
sno~ VI 'no oioss' ohI my Iflends,
SnaC snauoM was On IN
Dni1s' > ilie'iihe. onaooW o a cross on
ene pe'lielein swaouiihg ciothes. Shad
~" 0.oss on JIG oau over "nlcn the
eafee lusl1iVes 4ed ln1o Egypt. shadow
VI d oross Oh LAKE 1aillee as CHRIST
"aiAou iNs hhosaio hoor oi pal ana
o"e ".u oiys'ai' ohauow VI d cross
on 'ho U a 10 Hiii4aus' ohaoow OF a
oioss VI 'ne prooA Aeoron, ana on the
'elnpae' Ii . tne sloe OF ollvet. Shad-
w" Oh d cross Oh sunrise ana sunset.
O~ohs.anVine Harohlhs Win MS army,
saw JusC ONCE d CROSS In tne sky put
ohrls6 saw the cross all tne Time.
The End Was Death.
On d rOugn journey we cheer our
selves with the fact that it will end in
warm hospitality, but Christ knew that
his rough path would end at a defoliaged
tree without one leaf and with only two
branches, bearing fruit of such bitter
ness as no human lips had ever tasted.
Oh, what an exile-starting in an in
fancy without any cradle and ending in
assassination Thirst without any water.
Day without any sunlight. The doom of
a desperate for more than angelic excel
lence. For what that expatriation and
that exile? Worldly good sometimes
comes from worldly evil. The acciden-
tai glance Of a sharp blade from a razor
grinders wheel put out the eye of Gam
BETA and excited sympathies which
gained him an education and started
! more majestic among Frenchmen than
any other name in the last 30 years.
Hawthorne, turned out of the office
of collector at Salem, went home in de-
spair. His wife touched him on the
shoulder and said. "Now is the time to
write your book" and his famous
ssScarlet Letter. was the brilliant con-
sennannn Wnrldly-eona snmeti,nos
comes from worldly evil. Then be not
unbelieving when I tell you that from
the greatest crime of all 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, an exile from heaven opening
the way for the deportation toward
heaven and to heaven of all those who
will accept the proffer. Atonement, a
ship large enough to take all the passen-
gers that will come aboard it.
The Open Gates.
For this royal exile l bespeak the love
and service of all the exiles here pres
ent, 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 voluntary ex-
lies from other lands. Some of you are
Scotchmen. 1 see it in your high cheek
bones and in the color that illumines
your face when / mention the land Of
your nativity. Bonny Scotlandl Dear
old kirkl Some of your ancestors sleep
ing in Greyfriars c~hurchyard, or by the
deep lochs filed out of the pitchers of
heaven, or under the heather, sometimes
SO deem of color it makes one think Of
the blood of fine Covenanters who signed
their names for Christ, dipping their
pens into the veins of their own arms
opened for that urpose How every
fiber of your nature thrills as I mention
the names of Robert Bruce and the
Campbells and Cochranel 1 bespeak for
! this royal exile of my text the love and
the service of all Scotch exiles. Some of
you are Englishmen. Your ancestry
served the Lord. Have I not read of the
sufferings of the Haymarket, and have
I not seen in Oxford the very spot where
Ridley and Latimer mounted the red
chariot? Some of your ancestors heard
George Whitefeld thunder, or heard
Charles Wesley sing, or heard John
Bunyan tell his dream of the celestial
city, and the cathedrals under the shad-
ow of which some of you were born had