The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-02-08

the angels. ! have fOund out, he was
an exile. But the world has had plenty
of eXiles Abraham. an exile from Ur OF
the Ch3ldces. John, an exile from
iphesus; kosciusko. and exile from 70
land; MazZini, an exile from Rome;
Emmett, an exile from Ireland; victor
Hugo, an exile from France; Kossuth, an
whom / speak to-day had such resound-
ing farewell and came into such chilling
reception-for not even a hostler went out
with his lantern to help him in-that he is
more TO be celebrated than any other eX-
patriated one Of earth or heaven.
otreln-E retote pthetypn swith emhrt
IT Is ninety-three million miles from
here TO the sun. and all astronomers agree
N saying that our solar system Is only
one of the small wheels of the great ma
chinery OF the universe, turning round
some great center so far distant it IS be-
yond all imagination and calculation, and
u. as some think. that great center in the
distance Is heaven, Christ came far from
nome when he came here. Have you ever
thought of the homesickness Of Christ?
Some of you know what inconsistencies is
Wnen you nave been only a rev weeks
absent from the domestic circle. Christ
was thirty-threc years away from nome
Some of you feel inconsistencies when you
are a hundred or a thousand miles away
from the domestic circle. Christ was more
millions Of miles away from home than
you could calculate If all your life you did
nothing but calculate. You know what II
is to be hOmesick even amid pleasureable
surroundings; but Christ slept in huts and
ne was a-thlFst and he was a-hungered
and he was on the way from being born
in one mans barn to being buried in an
other mans grave. | have read how the
Swiss, when they are far away from their
native country, at the sound of their ma
tiOnal air, get so homesick that they fall
into melancholy, and sometimes they die
under the nomesickness. But oh, the home
sickness OF Christi Poverty, homesick for
celestial riches. Persecution, homesick for
hosanna. WEAKNESS, homesick for rest
Homesick for angelic and archangelic
cOmpanionship. Homesick to go out of the
night, and out of the storm. and the
worlds eXecration and all that homesick-
ness suffered to get us home!
AT our best estate we are only pilgrims
and strangers here. Heaven is our home
Death mill never knock at the door of that
mansion, ana in all that country there IS
not a single grave. How glad parents are
in holiday time to gather their children
home again But ] have noticed that al
most always there is a son or daughter
absent-absent from home, perhaps alb
sent from the country perhaps aosent
from the world. Oh. how glad our HeaV-
emily Father will he when he gets all his
children home with him in heaven! And
how delightful it will be for brothers and
sisters to meet after long separation!
once they parted at the door of the tomb;
now they meet at the door of immortality.
once they saw only through a glass,
darkly;" now it is face TO face" corrup-
ton interruption; mortality, immortality.
Where are now all their sins and SORROWS
and troubles2 Overwhelmed in the ked
sea of death while they passed through
Gates Of pearl. capstones of amethyst.
thrones of dominion do not STIR my soul so
much the thought of nome. once
there let earthly sorrows howl like storms
and roll like seas. Home! Let thrones rot
and empires wither. Home! Let the
world die in an earthquake struggle and
be buried amid procession of planets and
dirge of spheres. Home! Let everlasting
ages roll in irresistible sweep. Home! NO
sorrow no crying. NO tears. NO uedth:
But home sweet home; home, beautiful
home everlasting home, home with each
other, home with angels. home with COO.
o. .frr1,A 1wffn an my
very tired my children all around about
me in full romp and hilarity ana laughter
-on the lounge, half,awake ana halI-
far country. 1t was not Persia, although
more than oriental luXuriance crowned
the cities 1t was not the tropics, although
gardens. 1t was not Italy, although more
than Italian softness filled the air. And |
wandered around looking for thorns and
nettles, but | found that none of them
grew there, and | saw the sun rise, and
watched to see it set, but it sank not. And
| saw the people in holiday attire, and
said: "When will they put off this and
put on workmens garb and again delve in
the mine or swelter at the forge? bur
they never put off the holiday attire. And
| wandered in the suburbs of the city TO
find the place where the dead sleep and ]
looked all along the line of the beautiful
hills, the place where the dead might most
blissfully sleep, and l saw tot ers and cas-
ties, but not mausleum or a monument
or a while slab could l see. And | went
into the chapel of the great town and |
said: Where do the poor worship and
where are the hard benches on which they
sit2" And the answer was made me: I'VE
have no poor in this country" And then
wandered out to find the novels of the des-
titute, and / found mansions of amber and
ivory and gold, but not a tear could l see,
not a sigh could hear, and | was bewil-
dered and ] sat down under the branches
of a great tree and ] said, Where am ]?
And whence comes all this scene?' And
then out from among the leaves, and up
the flowery paths, and across the bright
streams there came a beautiful group,
thronging all about me, and as l saw them
come ] thought l knew their step, and as
they shouted | thought l knew their
voices; but then they We're so gloriously
arrayed in apparel. such as l had never be-
fore witnessed, that | bowed as stranger
10 stranger. But when again they clapped
their hands and shouted, Welcome well
Gomez the mystery all vanished, and 1
found that time had gone and eternity had
come, and we were all together again in
our new home in heaven. And / looked
around and l said: Are we all here?'
and the voices of many generations re-
sponded, "AL herer And while tears of
gladness were raining down our cheeks,
and the branches of the lebanon cedars
/ were clapping their hands, and the towers
of the great city We're Ginning their wei
come, we all together began to leap and
shout and sing Home, home, home!