Democratic messenger. [volume] (Snow Hill, Md.) 1869-1973, 1899-03-04

jeremiah God says he will pour out his
fury upon the families that call not upon
his name oh. parents when you are dead
and gone. and the moss Is covering the
inscripti III of the tombstone, will your
children look back and think of father
ana mother at family prayer? viii they
take the old family Bible and open II and
see the mark of tears of contrition and
tears Of consoling promise wept by eyes
long before gone out into darknessg oh
II you do not inculcatc Christian principle
in the hearts of your children and you do
not warn them against evil, and you do
not invite them to holiness and To God
and they wander of into dissipation and
into inidelity and at last make shipwrcck
Of their immortal soul on their dcathbcd
and in the day of Judgment they will
curse youl
Seated by the register or the stove. what
If, on the wall. should come out the his
tory of your childrcng What IA history
the mortal and immortal life of your low
I'd ones Every parent is writing the his
tory of his child He is writing it. com
posing 1t into "a song. or pointing it with
"a groan
My mind runs back Ia one 0i the best
of early homes Prayer like roof over
il Peace like an atmosphere in IL Par
cnts pcrsoniilcations of faith in trial and
comfort in darkness The two pillars Of
that earthly home long crumbled TO dust
But shall ever forget that early homer
Yes. when the flower forgcfs the sun that
warmed Ii Yes. when the mariner forgcts
h.se 81 hot IA -hat l.,ts.
has gone ont on the hearts altar. and
memory has cmpticd its urn into forget
fulncss Then. the home OF my childhood.
| will forget thee The family altar of "a
fathers importantly and mothers ten
dcrncss the voices of affection. the funcr
al of our dead. the father and mother with
intcrlockcd arms like INTERVIEWING branch
e. Of trees making perpetual arbor Of love
and peace and kindncSs-thcn ] will for
get thce-thcn. and only thenl You know
my brother. that IA hundred times you
have been kept out of sin by the memory
of such IA scene rs | have been describing
You have often had raging temptations
but you know what has held YOU with su
pcrnatural grasp | tell you man who
has had such Il good home as that never
gets over il. ard "a man who has had bad
early home never gets over II
Type Of Heaven.
Again. home Is type OF heaven Al
our best estate We are only pilgrims and
strangers here Heaven is our home
Death will never knock az the door of that
mansion. aud in all that country there is
not a single grave How glad parents are
in the holidays to gather their children
home again, But have noticed that there
Is almost always "A son or "a daughter alb
scnt-alsScnt from home. perhaps absent
from the country perhaps absent from
the world oh how glad our heavenly
Father will hc when he gets all his chill
drcn home with him in heaven, And how
delightful IL will Ia for brothers and sis
tiers tn meet after long separation Once
they parted MT the door Of the tomb Now
they meet ri the door Of Immortality
Once they Saw only through "a glass
darkly Now it is face Ia face. corrup
ton interruption. mortality. immortality
Where are now all their sins and sorrpws
and troubles Overwhelmed in the Red
sea OF death. while they piss through dry
shod Gates of pearl caI'stoncs of anne
thyst thrones of dominion do not stir my
soul 50 much n the thought of home
Once there. let earthly sorrows howl like
storms and roll like seas Home let
thrones rot and empires withcr Home
Let the world die in earthquake struggle
ard hc buried amid procession Of planets
and dirgc Of spheres Home Let ever
lasting ages roll IN Irresistible sweep
Homel No sorrow No crying No tears
No death But home. sweet home. beau
tiful home. everlasting home. home with
each other home with angels. home with
Cod
Dream of Home.
One night. lying on my lounge when
very tired. my children all around about
me in full romp and hilarity and laughter
ON the lounge hall awake ard half
asleep dreamed this dream ! WAS III
far country II was not Persia although
more than oriental disturbance crowned
the cities TWAS not the tropics. although
NOR, than tropical fruitfulness filled the
gardens II was not Italy. although more
than Italian suftncSs filled the air And
wandered around iooking for thorns and
nctilcs. hut | found that rome of them
grew there. and Siw the SIN rise. and
watched to So. IL sci Int il sank not And
! saw the people in holiday attire and
S,id When will they pnt of this and put
on workmcn parh and again drl.c in the
mine and swclt,'r at the tnr-q's But they
never put ntf tire holiday attire
And ! wandered IN b.. suburbs II the
city To find the 'lcc Nh-r,. III. dead sleep
and looked all along tI:c liueof the beau
tilul hills. the place whsru the dead might
most peacefully sleep and SAW towers
and castles Iut not nau,olcum or IA
monument or u white slab could ! see
And | Went INTO the chapel Of the great
town. and said Where ,lu the poor wor
ship and whore arr the hard brnchcs ON
which they sits And the answer was
made me. We have un poor ia this coun
try And then wandered out To find
the novels of the destitute and | found
mansions of amber aud iVory and gold
but not tear could >,'c. NOT II sigh could
| hear And was hcwilhcrUti and | sat
down under the branches of a great tree
and | said. Where am | and whence
comes all this scene! Ana han out from
among the leaves and up The tluwcry paths
and acr,>s the broad streams Their. came n
beautiful group thrpnging all about me
and a. saw them come ! thought ! knew
their step. and IL they shoutud | thought
| knew their voice., but then they were 50
gloriOusly arriy,d IN apparel such rs
had never before Witnessed that ! bowed
as stranger Ia stranger but when again
they clappcd their hands and shouted
Welcome. welcome the mystery all van
ishcd aud found that time had gore and
eternity had come and wc were all tngcth
er again in our new home m heaven and
looked around. ana said Are we all
here; and the voices of many generations
responded Al here And while tears
Of Rladness were running down our checks
and the branches of the Lebanon cc,lars
were clapping their hands and The towers
of the great city were Ginning their wei
come we all together began TO leap and
shout and sing llomc' Home Homcr
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