Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1899-11-09

er. There is your enid. sisters! Broth
ers, Friends. | wish you JOY. For years
apart. together again in the reception
room of the old homestead. You see, they
will know you are coming. There are so
many immortals filling all the spaces he.
tween here and heaven that news like
that flies like lightning. They will be
there in an instant. Though they were in
some other world on crrand from God, n
signal would bc thrown that would fetch
them. Though you might ut first feel
dazed and ovcrawcd at their supcrnal
splcndur. all that feeling will he gone at
their first touch Of heavenly salutation,
and we will say "Oh, my lost boy" "Oh,
my lost companion.' ooh. my lost friend!
Are we here togcther?" What scenes in
that reception room of the old homestead
have been witnessed. There met Joseph
and Jacob. finding it n brighter room
than anything they saw in PharaOh's pal
ace; David and the little child for whom
he once tasted and wcpt; Mary and Lag
aruS after the hcartbrcak of Bethany;
Timothy and grandmother Lois; Isabella
Graham and her sailor son; Alfred and
George Goodman, the mystery of the sea
at last made manifest; Luther and Mag
dalcnc. the daughter he bcmoaned; John
Iov@rd and the prisoners whom he Cos
pclizcd, and multitude! without number
who. once so weary and so sad, parted on
earth. but gloriously met in heaven.
Among all the rooms of that house there
is no one that more enraptures my soul
than that reception room. I'm my Fa-
TIERS house are many rooms"
The Thrones of Heaven.
Another room in our Fathers hous, is
the throneroom. We belong to the royal
family. The blood of King Jesus flows
in our veins, so we have n right to enter
the throncroom. 1t is no easy thing on
earth to get through even the outside
door of a kings residence. During the
Franco German war, one evcntidc in the
summer OF 1870, | stood studying the ex-
quisite sculpturing of the gate of the TUT
lcrics, Paris. Lost in admiration of the
wonderful art Of that gate, | knew not
that | was exciting suspicion. Lowering
my eyes to the crowds Of people, / found
myself being closely inspected by the gov
ernmental officials, who. from my com
p%lexion, judged me to be a German and
that for some bclligerent purpose | might
be examining the gates of the palace.
My explanation in very poor French did
not satisfy them. and they followed me
long distances until | reached my hotel
and were not satisfied until from my
landlord they found that | was only an
;nofforsiyo Gmoric,r TLo cotos of oortb.
~ palaces are carefully guarded, and, il
so, how much more the throneroom. a
dnzzlinz pnlace is il for mirrors and ali
costly art. No one who ever saw the
throncroom of the first and only Napole-
on will ever forget the letter n embroid-
cred in purple and gold on the upholstery
of chair and window, the letter \ gilded
on the wall, the letter y chased on the
chalices, the letter \ flaming from the
ceiling. What a contagration Of bril-
lance the thrOucroom of Charles I'm
manuel of Sardinia, of Ferdinand OF
Spain, of Elizabeth of England, Of Boni-
face of Italy. But the throncroom OF
our Fathers house hath n glory eclipsing
all the throneroomS that ever saw sccptcr
wave or crown glitter or foreign embaS'
sador bow, for our Fathers throne is a
throne of grace, a throne of mercy, a
throne Of holiness. a throne of justice, n
throne Of universal dominion. We need
not stand shivoring and covering before
it. for our Father says we may yet one
day come up and sit on it beside him.
ITO him that ov%crcomcth will | grant tc
sit with me in my throne" You see we
are princes and princesses. Perhaps now
we move about incognito. MS Peter the
Great in the garb of a ship carpenter al