The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1897-02-20

moons blowing among the hills, ant
there were neither lark's carol no
humming- birds trill. nor WATERFALL
dash, but only bears bark, and pan
| theirs scream, and VOLTS howl, theI
you might well gather into you
homes only the shadows. But whel
God has strewn the earth and tn,
heavens with beauty and with glad
ness, let us take into our home cirols'
all innocent hilarity, all brightness
and all good cheer. A dark home
makes bad boys and bad girls, In prep
srstion for bad men and bad women
Above all. my friends. take Into your
homes Christian principle. Can II b<
that In any of the comfortable homes
of my congregation the voice of prayer
10 never lifted? What No supplicatiou
at night for protectionp Whati Nc
Thanksgiving in the morning for care1
How, my brother, my sister, will you
answer God In the day Of judgment
with reference to your childreni
1t Il . plain question. and there
fore l ask 1t. In the tenth chapter
Of Jeremiah God says He will pour
out His fury upon the families
that will not call upon His mama o,
parents, when you are dead and gone,
and the moss Is covering the inscrip-
tion Of the tombstone, will your ohil.
dren look back and think of father and
mother at family prayer? Will they
take the old family Bible and open 1t
and see the mark of tears of contri-
tion and tears of consoling promise,
wept by eyes long before gone out
into darknessf Oh, II you do Dot in
culcate Christian principle in the
hearts of your children, and you do not
warn them against evil, and you 10
not invite them to holiness and to God,
and they wander off into dissipation
and into infidelity, and at last make
shipweck of their immortal souls. on
their denthbed and in the day of judg-
ment they will curse you! Seated by
the register or the stove, what IL on
the wall should come. out the history
of your children? What a history
the mortal and immortal life of your
loved ones! Every parent is writing
the history of his child. He Is writing
it, composing it into . song or tuning
1t into groan.
Ny mind runs back to one Of the
best OF early homes. Prayer, like q
roof over it. Peace, like an atmos-
phere in il. Parents, personifleations
Of faith in trial and comfort in dark
ness. The two pillars of that earthly
home long ago crumbled to dust. But
shall ever forget that earthly home?
Yes, when the flower forgets the sun
that warns it. Yes, when the
forgets the star that
guided him. Yes, when love
las gone out on the hearts altar
md memory has emptied its urn into
Then, home of my
l will forget thee; the
family altar of a fathers importantly
md a mothers tenderness; the voices
If affection, the funerals OF our dead;
ather and mother, with inter.locked
arms like INTERVIEWING branches of
rees making perpetual arbor
If love and peace and kindness
hen l will forget thee then and
only then. You know, my brother,
Kept out of sin by the memory of such
/ scene as / have been describing.
fou have often had raging tempta-
ions, but you know what has held
you with supernatural grasp. tell
'ou "A man who has had such n good
iome as that never gets over it, and a
nan who has had bad early home
,ever gets over that
One night, lying on ing lounge, when
'ery tired, my children all around
bout me in full romp and hilarity and
aughter-on the lounge, half awake
ma half asleep, dreamed this dream,
was in far country. 1t was not
Persia, although more than oriental
uxuriance crowned the cities. 1t WAS
Tot the tropics, although more than
ropical fruitfulness filled the
,ardens. 1t was not Italy, al
hough more than Italian softness
illed the air. And l wandered around
ooking for the thorns and nettles, but
found that none Of them grew there,
nd / saw the sun rise, and l watched
o see 1t set, but it sank not. Aud
aw the people in holiday attire, and I
aid: When will they put of this
nd put on worlsmen's garb and
gain delve In the mine or
weller At the iorge?" but they
ever put off the holiday attire.
Ind wandered in the SUI burbs of the |
ity to find the place where the dead
leep, and locked all along the line
4 the beautiful hills, the place where |
he dead might most blissfully sleep, |
nd saw towers aud castles, but not |
mausoleum or monument or |
white slab could l see. And |
went into the chapel of the
reat town and l said: Where
o the poor worship and where are
he hard benches on which they sit?v
md the answer was made me: 1--WE
ave no poor In this country" And
hen wandered out to find the novels
4 the destitute, and found mansions
I amber and ivory and gold, but not q
ear could see, not sigh could near,
nd was bewiidered, aud sat down
nder the branches of u great tree, aud
said: Where am L? And whence comes
IL this scene?" Aud then out from
mong the leaves, and up the fowery
aths, and across the bright streams