The Globe-republican., 1899-03-02

As at sunset sometimes the wind
rises, SO after q sunshiny day there
may be a tempestuous night There
are people who in public act the
philanthropist, who at home act the
Nero with respect to >their slippers
and their gown. Audubon. the great
ornithologist, with gun and pencil
went through the forests Of America
to bring down and to sketch the beau
tiful birds, and after many years OF
tell and exposure completed his man
uscript and put it in trunk in Phil
sdeiphia, and went of for few days
Of recreation and rest, and came back
and found that the rats had utterly
destroyed the manuscript; but without
any disccmposure and without any
fret or bad temper he again picked up
his gun and pencil and visited again
all the great forests OF America and
reproduced his immortal work. And
yet there are people with the ten
thousandth part of that loss who are
utterly irreconcilable; who. at the loss
Of a pencil or an article OF raiment.
will blow as long and loud and sharp
as a northeast storm. Now, that man
who is affab!e in public and who is
irritable in private is making fraud
ulent and oyerissue of stock. and he
is as bad as a bank that might have
four or five hundred thousand dollars
of bills in circulation with no specie
in the vault. Let us learn to show
piety at home. If we have it not there.
we have it not anywhere. If we have
not genuine grace in the family cir
Gle. all our outward and public plausi-
bility merely springs from the fear
of the world. or from the Shiny, pu-
trid pool of our own selfishness.
tell u the home is mighty test
of character. What you are at home
you are everywhere, whether you
demonstrate it or not.
Oh, make your home the brightest
place on earth II you would charm
your children to the high path OF VIZ
tue and rectitude and religion. DO
not always turn the blinds the wrong
way. Let the light, which puts gold
on the gentiar, ard spots the pansy'
pour into your dwellings. Do not ex-
| pect the little feet to keep step to a
dead march. Do not cover up your
| walls with such pictures as VESTS
Death on a Pale Horse" or Tintoret-
| to's Massacre of the Innocents."
Rather cover them, il you have pic
lures, with 1.-The Hawking Party
and "The Mill by the Mountain
Stream" and The Fox Hunt" and the
Children Amid Flowers" and the
Harvest Scene" and THE Saturday
Night Marketing" Get you no hint
| CT cheerfulEess from grasshopper'
leap and lambs frisk and Quail's whis-
tie, and garrulous streamlet which,
from the rock at the mountain top
clear down to the meadow ferns I'M
| der the shadow of the steep, comes
looking to see where it can find the
steepest place to leap off at, and talk
| ing lust to hear itself talk? II all
| the skies kurtled with tempest and
| everlasting storm wandered over the
sea. and every mountain stream were
ravirg mad, frothing at the mouth
with mud foam, and there were moth
ing but simoons blowing among the
hills. and there were neither lark's
| carol nor humming-birds trill, nor
waterfalls dash, but only bears bark
and panther's scream and VOLTS howl.
then you might we'll gather into your
homes only the shadows. But when
God has strewn the earth and the
heavens with beauty and with glad
| ness. let us take into our home circles
all innocent hilarity. all brightness
| and good cheer. A dark home makes
bad bows and bad girls in preparation
for bad men and bad women.
Again. home is a type of heaven. AT
our best estate we are only pilgrims
and strangers here. Heaven is our
home" Death will never knock at the
door of that mansion and in all tha'
country there is not single grave
How glad parents are in the holidays
to gather their children home again
But I have noticed that there is al
most always a son or daughter alb
sent-absent from home. perhaps alb
sent from the country, perhaps absent
from the world. Oh, how glad our
Heavenly Father will be 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
uarted 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. cor
ruption. interruption, mortality. i'm
mortality. Where are now all thell
sins and sorrows and troubles? Over
whelmed in the Red Sea of death, while
they pass through dry-shod. Gates ol
pearl, capstones of amethyst, thrones
of dominion do not stir my soul sc
| v,,,oh "a tho thought Of home Once