Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1899-10-21

er q still hunt or, q hunt in full cry. Will
soon be over. II ever Il whclp looks
ashamed and ready to sink out Of sight,
II Is when In the .Adlrondacks deer by
one long. tremendous plunge into big
Upper lake gets,away from him. The
disappointed canine swims In little
way. but. defeated. Swims out again
and cringes with humlliuting yawn at
the feet Of his master. And how abash-
ed and ashamed will all your earthly
troubles be when you have dashed into
the river from under the throne Of God
and the heights and depths OF heaven
are between you and your pursuers!
Eternal Water Brooks.
We are told In Revelation SGli, Is.
"Wlthout are dogs" By which ! con-
clude there Is whole kennel Of
hounds outside the gate Of heaven. OF.
as when master goes in door. his
dog Hes on the steps waiting for him
to come out. so the troubles of this life
may follow us to the shining door, but
they cannot get in. without are
dogs" have seen dogs and owned
dogs that would not he chagrlned
to see In the heavenly city. Some Of
the grand old watchdogs who are the
constabulary Of the homes In solitary
places and for years have been the only
protection of wife and child. some OF
the shepherd dogs that drive back the
wolves and bark away the flock from
going too near the precipice and some
Of the dogs whose neck and paw Land
seer, the painter. has made immortal
would not find me shutting them out
from the gate of shining pearl Some
Of those old ST. Bernard dogs that
have lifted pershing travellers out OF
the Alpine snow; the dog that John
Brown, the Scotch essayist, saw ready
to spring at the surgeon. lest, In re-
moving the cancer, he too much hurt
the poor woman whom the dog felt
bound to protect, and dogs that we
caressed In our childhood days, or that
In later time lay down on the rug In
seeming sympathy when our homes
were desolated-I say If some soul en-
tering heaven should happen to leave
the gate ajar and these faithful crea-
lures should quietly walk In it would
not at all disturb my heaven. But all
those human or brutal hounds that
have chased and torn and lacerated
the world-yea, all that now bite or
worry or tear to pieces-shall be pro-
hibited. without are dogs" No place
there for harsh critics or backbiters or
despoilers Of the reputation of others.
Down with you to the kennels Of dark
ness and despair! The hart has reach
ed the eternal water brooks. and the
painting of the long chase Is quieted in
still pastures, and there shall be moth
ing to hurt or destroy In all Gods holy
mount"
Oh, when some Of you get there it
will be like what hunter tells of
when he was pushing his canoe far up
north in the winter and amid the Ice
foes and hundred miles. as he
thought. from any other human beings.
He was startled one day as he heard
q stepping on the Ice, and he cooked
the rife. ready to meet anything that
came near. He found man. barefoot
ed and insane from long exposure. ap-
preaching him. Taking him into his
canoe and kndling fires to warm him.
he restored him, found out where he
had lived and took him to his home
and found all the village In great ex.
element. A hundred men were search
ing for this, lost man. and his family
and friends rushed out to meet him,
and, as had been agreed at his first ap-
pearance, bells were rung and guns
were discharged and banquets spread
and the rescuer loaded with presents.
Well. when some OF you step out OF
this wilderness. where you have been
chilled and torn and sometimes lost
amid the lcebergs. into the warm greet
ings Of all the villages Of the glorifed,
and your friends rush out to give you
welcoming kiss. the news that there
Is another soul forever saved will call
the caterers of heaven to spread The
banquet and the bellmen to lay hold OF
the rope In the tower. aud while the
chalices click at the feast and the bells
clang from the turrets 1t will be O
scene SO uplifting ! pray God may
be there to take part In the celestial
,,,arrip,oDt And now do yOu not think
the prayer In Solomon's Song where
he compared Christ to reindeer In
the night would make an exquisitely
appropriate peroratlon to my sermon,
Until the day break and the shadows
Gee away be thou like roe or young
hart upon the mountains Of Bether?"