The Penn's Grove record., 1897-02-12
erandest monuments OF safety and triumph.

stTTu TITU VIII CUInU UP III WIEUT TTTU TUNUTTuHTIJl
Every time you have given a smile of appro
baton all the good cheer OF your life vii
come up again in the geniallty of YOU chill,
dran. And every ebulition OF anger ant
every uncomfortable display OF Indignation
will be fuel to their disposition twenty OIL
thirty or forty years from now-fuel for a bat
fire n quarter of q century from this. YoI
praise the Intelligence OF your child TOO muct
sometimes when you think he is not aware o.
1t, and you win see the result of 1t before tel
years OF age In his annoying affections. You
praise his beauty, supposinR he Is not large
enough to understand what you say, and
you will find him standing on a high chair
before a mirror. Words and deeds and ex'
ample are the esd OF character, aud children
are very apt to be the second edition OF theii
parents. Abraham begat Isaac, so virtue Is
apt to go down In the ancestral line. but
Herod begat Archelaus, so intquity is trans
mitted. What vast responsibility comes up
on parents in views of this subject
Oh. make your home the brightest place
on earth II you would charm your children
to the high path OF Virtue and rectitude and
religion! Do not always turn the blinds the
wrong way. Let the light which puts gold
on the geDtian an spots the pansy pour into
your dwellings. Do not expect the little
feet to keep step to a dend march. Do not
cover up your walls with such pictures as
Vests "Death on o Pale Horss" or Tinto-
retto's "Mas5acre OF the Innoeents." Rather
cover them, IL you have pictures, witt 1.-THE
Hawking Party" and sfrhe Mill by the
Mountain Stream" and This Fox Hunt
and ''rhe Children Amid Flowers" and
',The Harvest Scene" and "The Saturday
Night Marketing"
My mind runs back to one OF the best
OF early homes. Prayer, like a root over it.
Peace, like an atmosphere in it. Parents.
personihcatIons OF faith in trial and comfort
in darkness. The two pillars OF that earthly
home long ago crumbled to dust. But shall
l ever forget that earthly home? Yes, when
the flower forgets the sun that warns IT.
Yes, when the mariner forgets the star that
guides him. Yes, when love has gone out
on the hearts altar and memory has enptied
its urn into forgetfulnhs5. Then, home OF
my childhood, 1 will forget thee
the family altar OF a fathers impor-
tunity aud a mothers tenderness, the
voices OF affection. the funerals of our dead.
Father and mother. with interlocked arms,
like INTERVENING branches of trees, making
a perpetual arbor OF love and peace an 1
Guinness, then ! will forget tl.ee; then, and
on'y then. You know, my brother, that 100
times you have been kept out Of sin by the
memory Of such a scene as / have been de-
scriblng. You AVE often lad raging tempta-
lions, but you know what has held you with
supernatural grasp. l tell you n man who
has had u q good home as that never gets
over it, and a mar who has had a bad early
home never gets over that.
Again, l remark that home is a type OF
heaven. To bring US 10 that home Christ
left his home. Far up and far back in the
history OF heaven there came a period when
Its more illus.rious citizen was about to alb
sent himself. He was net going to sail from
beach to beach. We have often done that.
He was not going to put out from one hemi-
sphere to another hemisphere. Many Of US
have done that. But he was to sail from
world fn rynrid tho cnoaaa ttnownlnrad and
immensities untravelel. No world had ever
hailed heaven, and heaven had never
hailed any other world. I think that
the windows aud the balconies wero
t%hronged and that the pearly beach was
crowded with those who had come 10 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 aud
down He sped until one night, with only one
to greet Him, he arrived. His disembarka-
ton SO unpretending, so quiet, that 1t was
not known on earth until the excitement In
the cloud gave intimstion that something
grand and glorious had happened. Who
Why was this the place OF His
destination? I question the shop
heris. l question the camel drivers. l
question the angels. ] nave found put.
he was an exile. But the world has had
plenty OF exiles. Abraham, an exile from
Ur of the Chaldees; John, an exile from
Ephesus; Kosclusko, M exile from Poland;
Mazzlni, an exile from Rome; Emmett. an ex-
lie from Ireland; Victor Hugo, ii exile from
France; Kossuth, an exile from Hungary.
But this One OF whom / speak to-day had
such resounding farewell and came into
such chilling reception-for not even n hos
tier went out with his lantern to help Him
in-that He is more TO be- celebrated than
anyother expatriated one Of earth or heaven.
At our best estate we are onlv pilgrims and
strangers here. "Heaven is our home"
Death will never knock Mt the door of that
mansion, and In all that country there is
not a single grave. How glad parents are
in holiday time to gather their children
home again. But J have noticed thar almost
always there is a son or a daughter absent
absent from home, perhaps absent from the
country, perhaps absent from the world.
Oh, how glad our heavenly Father will be
when He gets all His children homew with Him
In heaven! And how delightful 1t will be for
brothers aud sisters to meet after long
separation. Once they parted at the door of
Immortality. Once they saw only Through
a glass darkly;" now 1t Is ''face to face"
corruption, interruptions; mortality, i'm
mortality. Where ara now all their sins aud
sorrows and troubies2 Overwhelmed In the
Red Sea of death while they passed through
dry shod.
Gates OF pearl, capstones OF amethyst,
OF dominion do not stir my soul so
much as the thought of home. Once there.
let earthly sorrows howl like storms and roll
Ike seas. Homei Let thrones rot and en-
pires wi,her. 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 irresistt-
Bile sweep. HJme! No sorrow, nc crying,
no tears. no death. but home. sweet home;
home, beautiful home, everlasting home,
with each other, home with angels,
with God.
One night, lying on my lounge when very
tired. my children all around about me in
full romp and hilarity and laughter-on the
half awake and half asleep, l
dreamed this dream; l was In n far country.
1t was not Persia, although mora than
oriental luxurianee crowned the cities. 1t
was not the tropics, although moro h
fruitfulness filled the gardens.
II was not Italy. although mora than
dered round looking for thorns n net
ties, but 1 found that none Of them
grew thcre, and / saw h sun rise, and
l watched to see it set, but 1t sank not.
And I saw the people in holiday attire,
and / said, "Whsn will they put off this
and put on workmen's garb aud again
delve In the mine or swelter at the forge?'
But they never put of the holiday attire.
And I wandered in tho suburbs of the city
to find the place where the dead sleep, and l
looked all along the line of the beautiful
hills. the place where tue dead might most
blissfully sleep, and I sawtowers and castles,
bnt not a mausoleum or a monument or a
white slab could 1 see. And l weot into the
chapel of the great town, and I said, .'Where
do the poor worship, and where are the hari
benches on which they sit?' Aud the ar
swer was made me, "Wehaveno poor In this
country" And then l wandered out TO find
the novels OF the destitute, AND l found man
slons OF amber and ivory and gold, but
not a tear could l see. not = sigh could l
hear, and l was b~ewildereds ID 1 sat down
under the branches OF a gB ee and said:
where am II And whence Comes all this
scene?" And then out from among the leaves
and up the fiowery paths aud across the
bright steams there came u beautiful group,
thronging all about me, and as l saw them
come / thought I knew their step. and as
they shouted Thought I knew their voices,
but then they were so ~gloriousloy arrayel in
apparel. such as I had never before Wit
messed. that l bowed as stranger to stranger.
But when again they clapped their hand and
sh- 1ted. WELCOME, welcomed the mystery all
vanished and I found that time had gone and
eternity had come, and we wore all together
again In our new home in heaven. Aud /
looked around, and I said: "Are we all
here?" and the voices Of many generations
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