Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1897-02-13

ence to your children? Tt is plain
question, and therefore ask it. In the
tenth chapter of Jeremiah God says he
will pour out his fury upon the families
that call not upon his name. Oh, parents,
when you are dead and gone and the
moss is covering the inscription of the
tombstone, will your children look back
and think of father and mother at fami-
" prayer? Will they take the old fami
ly Bible and open it and see the mark
of tears Of contrition and tears of con-
soling promise, wept by eyes long be-
fore gone out into darkness?
Oh, if you do not inculcate Christian
principle in the hearts of your children,
and you do not warn them against evil,
and you do not invite them to holiness
and to God, and they wander off into
dissipation and into infdelity, and at
last make shipwreck of their immortal
souls, on their deathbed and in the day
Of Judgment they will curse you'll Seat
ed by the register or the stove, what if
on the wall should come out the history
of your children? What history-the
mortal and immortal life of your loved
ones Every parent is writing the his
tory Of his child He is writing it, COM
posing it into song or tuning it into a
groan.
My mind runs back to one Of the best
Of early homes. Prayer, like roof
over it. Peace, like an atmosphere in
it. Parents. personifcations of faith in
trial and comfort in darkness. The two
pillars of that earthly home long ago
crumbled to dust. But shall I ever for
get that earthly home? Yes, when the
flower forgets the sun that warns it.
Yes, when the mariner forgets the star
that guided him. Yes, when love has
gone out on the heart altar and memo
ry has emptied its urn into forgetful-
ness. Then, home of my childhood, I
will forget thee-tho family altar of a
fathers importantly and a mothers
tenderness, the voices of affection, the
funerals of our dead. Father and moth
er, with interlocked arms, like inter-
twining branches of trees, making per-
petual arbor of love and peace and kind
ness, then 1 will forget thee; then, and
only then. You know, my brother, that
100 times you have been kept out of sin
by the memory Of such scene as I have
been describing You have often had
raging temptations, but you know what
has held you with supernatural grasp.
I tell you a man who has had such a
good home as that never gets over it,
and mail who has had bad early
home never gets over that
A Type of Heaven.
Again, 7 remark that home is type
of heaven. To bring US to that home
Christ left his home. Far up and far
back in the history of heaven there came
q period when its most illustrious citi-
zen was about to absent himself. He
was not going to sail from beach to
beach; we have often done that He
was not going to put out from one hem
ispherc to another hemisphere; many
of us have done that. But he was to
sail from world to world, the spaces IN
explored and immensities untraveled.
No world had ever hailed heaven, and
heaven had never hailed any other
world. think that the windows and
the balconies were thronged and that
the pearly beach was crowded with
those who had come to see him sail out
of the harbor of light into the oceans
beyond Out and out and out, and on
and on and on, and down and down and
down he sped until one night, with
only one to greet him, he arrived. His
Decentralization so unpretending, so
quiet that it was not known on earth
until the excitement in the cloud gave
intimation that something grand and
glorious had happened. Who comes
there? From what port did he sail?
Why was this the place Of his destina-
ton? Iquestion the shepherds. I ques-
ton the camel drivers. question the
angels. I have found out He was an
exile. But the world has had plenty Of
exiles. Abraham, an exile from Ur Of
the Chaldees; John, an exile from Ephe-
sus; Kosciusko, an exile from Poland;
Mazzini, an exile from Rome; Emmett,
an exile from Ireland; Victor Hugo, an
exile from France; Kossuth, an exile
from Hungary. But this one of whom l
speak today had such resounding fare
well and came into such chilling recep-
tion-for not even hostler went out
with his lantern to help him in-that
he is more to be celebrated than any
other expatriated one Of earth or heaven.
1t is 90, 900, 900 miles from here to
the sun, and oil astronomers agree in
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 if, as some think, that great center
in the distance is heaven, Christ came
far from home when he came here.