The Princeton union., 1897-02-18

any other world. think that the W1n-g |
dows and the balconies are 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 unpretendlng,
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? / question the shepherds
question the camel drivers, question
the angels. 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
Ephesus; Kosciusko, an exile from
Poland; Mazzini, an exile from Rome;
Emmet, an exile from Ireland; Victor
Hugo, an exile from France; Kossuth,
an exile from Hungary. But this one
of whom I speak today had such re-.
sounding farewell and came into such
chilling receptlon-for not even an
| hostler went out with his lantern to
help him in-that He is more to be cele-8
brated than any other expatriated one
of earth or heaven.
At our best estate we are only pill
grims and strangers here. Heaven is
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at the door of that mansion, and in all
! that country there is not a single grave.
1 How glad parents are in holiday time
to gather their children home again!
But have noticed that almost always
there is a son or daughter absent-ab-
sent from home, perhaps absent from
the country, perhaps absent from the
world. Oh, how glad our heavenly Fa-
ther will be when He gets all His chill
dren home with Him in heaven! And
how delightful it will be for brothers
and sisters to meet after long separa-
ton! 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,'' corruption, incorrup-
} ton; mortality, Immortality Where
are now all their sins and sorrows and
troubles? Overwhelmed in the Red Sea
of death while they passed through
dryshod.
Gates of pearl, capstones of anne
? thyst, thrones of dominion do not stir
: my soul so much as the thought OF
home. Once there, let earthly sorrows
: howl like storms and roll like seas
5 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! Nc
e sorrow, no crying. No tears. NJ
4 death. But home, sweet home; home
e beautiful home, everlasting home, hom'
with each other, home with angels
home with God.
{, One night, lying on my lounge, whel
s very tired, my children all arount
e about me in full romp and hilarity an
s laughter the lounge, half awak
e and half asleep, dreamed this dream
st I was in a far country. It was no
st Persia, although more than Orienta
IS luxuriance crowned the cities. It wa
g not the tropics, although more thai
H. It was not Italy, although more tha
q, Italian softness filed the air. And
is wandered around looking for thorn
'e and nettles, but found that none G
e them grew there, and I saw the SUI
" rise, and I watched to see it Sc
III but. it sank not. And saw tn
l. people in holiday attire, and said
$. when will they put off this and pu
- on workmen's garb and again delve
"a the mine or swelter at the forge?" Br
1e they never put off their holiday attir'
L And I wandered in the suburbs of th
le city to find the place where the dea
p sleep, and looked all along the lin
of the beautiful hills, the place whe1
10 the dead might most blissfully slee]
an and I saw towers and castles, but nj
Ae a mausoleum or monument or a whit
Oh slab could see. And I went into tt
y chapel of the great town and said
=! "Where do the poor worship and whel
ls are the hard benches on which the
=, sit?" And the answer was made me-
g I'VE have no poor in this country
And then wandered out to find tt
novels of the destitute, and foun
II mansions of amber and ivory and gol
~ but not tear could see, not sig
us could hear, and was bewildered ar
au I sat down under the branches of
ne great tree and said: Where am
Ut Ut And whence comes all this scene
er And then out from among the leave
II and up the fowery paths, and aero
eh the bright streams there came bea
Il tiful group, thronging all about m
80 and as I saw them come thought
~ knew their step, and as they shout.
We thought I knew their voices; but thu
= they were SO gloriously arrayed in a
- parel, such as I had never before wi
- messed, that I bowed as stranger
= stranger. But when they aga
:. clapped their hands and shouted, I'VE
= = come, welcomed" the mystery all va