The weekly intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1891-1901, 1899-03-04

howl. then you might well gather into
your homes only the shadows. But
when God has strewn the earth and the
heavens with beauty and with gladnesS
let us take into our home circles all in
nocent hiiarlty. all brightness and all
good cheer. a dark home makes bad
boys aud bad girls in preparation for
bad men and bad women.
Above al. my friends. take into your
homes Christian principle. Can 10 be
that in any Of the comfortable homes
whose inmates ] confront the voice Of
PRAYER is never lifted2 What No sup
p~licaiion at night for protection?
What, No thanks giving in the morn
ing for eare2 How, my brother, my
sister. will you answer God In the day
Of Judgment with reference to your
children9 II IS a plain question, aud
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 aud gone, and the o
Is covering the Inscription of the tomb
stone, will your children look back and
think OF father and neither ct family
prayers VIII they take the old family
Bible and open II and see the mark Of
tears Of sontrition and tears OF consol-
ing promise wept by eyes long before
rome out into darkness? Oh, II you
do not inculeate Christian principle in
the hearts Of your children. and you do
not war; them against evil. and you do
not invite them to holiness and to God,
and they wander of into dissipation
and into infdelity and at last make
shipwreck Of their immoral soul. on
their deathbed and in the day Of judg-
ment they will curse you'll
Seated by the register or the stove,
what II, on the wall, should come out
the history Of your children? What n
history--the mortal and immortal life
Of your loved onesl Every parent ia
writing the history Of his child. He Is
writing it, composing 1t into song. or
pointing 1t with a groan.
Ny mind runs back TO one OF the best
Of early homes. Prayer like a roof over
It. Peace like an atmosphere in 1t.
Parents personiAcations Of faith in trial
and comfort in darkness. The two
pillars OF that earthly home long crum-
bled TO dust But shall / ever forget
that early home? Yes, when the flower
forgets the sun that warmed 1t. Yes,
when the mariner forgets the star that
guided him. Yes, when love has gone
out on the hearts altar, and memory
has emptied Its r into forgetfulness.
Then, the home of my childhood, l will
forget theel The family altar OF q IA
TIERS importantly and a mothers ten
derness, the voices Of affection, the
funeral Of our dead, the father and
mother with interlocked arms like in
tertwining branches Of trees making
perpetual arbor Of love and peace and
kindness-then l will forget thee
then, and only then! You know, NV
brother, that a hundred times you have
been kept out Of sin by the memory
OF such a scent as ! have been describ-
ing. You have often had raging tempta-
tons, but you know what has held you
with supernatural grasp. / tell you q
man who has had such a good home as
that never gets over II, and a man who
has had q bad early home never gets
over II.
Again, home is q type OF Heaven. AT
u best estate we are only piigrimsand
strangers here. Heaven Is our home"
Death will never knock at the door OF
that mansion, and In all that country
there is not a single grave. How glad
parents are in the holidays TO gather
their children home againl Butlh have
noticed there Is almost always a son OF
a daughter abseht-absent from home,
perhaps absent from the country, per.
haps absent from the world. Oh, how
glad u Heavenly Father will be when
He gets all His children home with Him
In Heaven! Ard how delightful II will
be for brothers and sisters TO meet aft
err long separation! Once they parted
at the door of the tomb. Now they
meet at the door Of Immortality. Once
they saw only Through a glass dark
~" Now II is face 10 face, corruption,
interruption, mortality, immortality.
Where are now all their sinsand sorrows
and troubles? Overwhelmed in the Red
sea OF death. while they pass through
dry shod. Gates of pearl, capstones Of
amethyst, thrones Of dominion do not
stir my soul so much as the thought Of
home. Once there, let earthly sor-
rows howl like storms and roll like
seas. Homel Let thrones rot and
empires wither. Homel Let the world
die In earthquake struggle and be bur
led amid procession Of planets and
dirge Of spheres. Homei Let ever
lasting ages roll In irresistible sweep.
Homel No sorrow. No crying. No
tears. No death. But home, sweet
home, beautiful home, everlasting
home, home with each other, home
with angels, home with Godi