Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1899-03-15
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Numidians OF Africa, changing from place
to place according as the pasture happens
to change. COMPOUNDED be all those babels
Of tniquity which would overpower and de-
,troy the home! The same storm that up
sets the ship in which the family sail will
sink the frigate Of the constitution. Jails
and penftentfaries and armies and navies
are not our best defense. The door of the
home Is the best fortress. Household uten-
sils are our best artillery, and the chin
neys OF our dwelling houses are the grand
est monuments to safety and triumph. No
home, no republic.
Further, home Is a school. Old ground
must be turned up with subsoil plow. and
i must be narrowed and reharrowed, and
shen the crop will not be as large as that
Of the new ground with less culture. Now,
youth and childhood are new ground, and
all the influences thrown over their heart
and life will come up In after life luxuri-
antly. Every time you have given a smile
Of appreciation all the good cheer of your
lie Will come up again in the geniality of
your children. And every ebullition of
anger ANU o;1c,' ;c,'' .. .."ncant-olable disDlav 90
Indignation will be fuel to this disposition
Of twenty or thirty or forty years from now
fuel for bad fire a quarter of a century
from this. You praise the intelligence of
your child too much sometimes when you
think he is not aware Of it, and you will see
the result OF it before ten years OF age In
his annoying afYectations. You praise his
beauty, supposing he is not large enough
20 understand what you say and you will
dnd him standing on a high chair before
dattering mirror.
Oh. make your home the brightest place
On earth II you would charm your children
70 the high path OF virtue and rectitude
and religion. Do not always turn the
blinds the wrong way Let the light,
which puts gold on the gentian and spots
the pansy, pour into your dwellings. Do
not expect the little feet to keep step to
dead march. Do not cover up yonr walls
with such pictures as Vests death on
Pale Horse" or Tintoretto's Massacre of
the Innnocents." Rather cover them, il
you have pictures, with "rhe Hawking
Party" and "The Mill by the Mountain
Stream ana The Fox Hunt" and the
Harvest Scene,'' and 1.-The Saturday
Night Marketing" Get you no hint of
cheerfulness from grasshopper's leap and
lambs frisk and quail's whistle and
yarrulous streamlet, which from the rock
At the mountain top clear down to the
meadow ferns under the shadow of the
steep comes looking to see where it can
find the steepest place to leap off at and
talking just to hear itself talk, II all the
skies hurtled with tempest and everlasting
storm wandered over the sea and every
mountain stream we're raving mad, froth-
Ing at the mouth with mud foam, and
there wore nothing 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 wClfs howl, and 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 gladness let us take into our home
circles all innocent hiarty, all brightness
and all good cheer. A dark home makes
bad boys and bad girls in preparation for
bad men and bad women.
Above all, my friends, take into your
homes Christian principle. Can 1t be that
in any Of the comfortable homes whose in
mates l confront the voice of prayer is
never lifted? What No supplication at
night for protection? What No thanks
giving in the morning for care? How, my
brother, my sister, will you answer God in
the day ofjudgment with reference to your
children? 1t is plain question, and there
fore ask 1t. In the tenth chapter of Jere-
miah 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 in
scription Of the ombstone, will your chill
dren look back and think of father and
mother at family prayer? Will they take
the old family Bible and open it and see
the mark of tears of contrition and tears of
consoling promise wept by eyes long before
gone out into darkness? Oh, if you do not
inculcate Christian principle in the hearts
Of your children, and 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 infdelity, and at
last make shipwreck of their immortal
soul, on their deathbed and in the day of
Judgment they will curse youl
Seated nv the register or the stove, what
IL on the " should come out the history
of your cn,dren, What history-the
mortal and immortal life of your loved
ones! Every parent is writing the history
Of his child. He is writing il, composing
1t into a song or pointing it with groan.
One night, lying on my lounge when very
tired, my children all around about me, in
lounge, half awake and half asleep-I
dreamed this dream: l was in far coun-
try. 1t was not Persia, although more than
oriental luxuriance crowned the cities. 1t
was not the tropics, although more than
tropical fruitfuIness filled the gardens. 1t
was not Italy, although more than Italian
softness filed the air. And wandered
about looking for thorns and nettles, but
I found that none OF them grew there. And
1 saw the sun rise, and l watched to see it
set but it sank not. And l saw the people
In holiday attire, and said, when will
they put off this and put on workmen's
garb, and again delve in the mine and
swelter at the forge?" But thew never put
of the holiday attire.
And l wandered in the suburbs of the
city to find the place where the dead sleep,
and looked all along the line Of the beau
tiful hills, the place where the dead might
most peacefully sleep, and saw towers
and castles, but not a mausoleum, or a
monument, or n white slab could l see
And went into the chapel of the great
town, and said, "Where do the poor wor-
ship and where are the hard benches on
which they sit?" And the answer was
made me, 1--WE have no poor in this coun-
try" And then wandered out to find the
novels of the destitute, and found man
sions Of amber and ivory and gold,
but not tear could l see not a sigh
could hear. And was bewidered and
sat down under the branches of a great
tree, and said, "Whers am and whence
comes all this scene?" And then out from
among the leaves and up the lowery paths
and across the broad streams there came a
group thronging all about me,
and as 1 saw them come | thought l knew
their step, and rs they shouted l thought
knew their voices, but then they were SO
gloriously arrayed in apparel such as 1
had never before witnessed that / bowed
as stranger to stranger. But when again
they clapped their hands and shouted
'Welcome, welcome" the mystery all van
ished, and found that time had gone and
eternity had come, and We were all together
again in our new home in heaven, and
looked around and 1 said, "Are we all
here?" and the voices of manv generations
responded. "All here," And while tears
Of gladness were running down our cheeks,
and the branches OF the Lebanon cedars
were clapping their hands, and the towers
of the great city were Ginning their well
come we ali together began to leap and
shout and sing, Home, home, home,''
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