The Penn's Grove record., 1899-11-10

SUSPICION Lowering my eyes TO tue cTOWus
Of people, l found myself being closely in.
speeted by the government officials, who
from my complexion, judged meto bea Ger
maj and that for some belligerent purpose
might be examining the gates OF the pal
ace. My explanation in very poor French
did not satisfy them, and they followed me
long distances until / reached my hotel
lord they found that | was only AN inoffen.
sive American. The gates OF elrthly pail
aces are carefully guarded, and II so, how
much more the thronerooml A dazzling
place Is 1t for mirrors and all costly art.
No one who ever saw the tbroneroom OF
the first and only Napoleon will ever for
get the letter N embroidered purple and
| gold on the upholstery OF chair and win
dow, the letter N gilded on the wall, the
letter n chased On the ehaiiees, the letter
N flaming from the ceiling. What a con.
fhagration of brllliance the throneroom
Of Charles Emmanuel of Sardinia, Of
Ferdinand of Spain, of Elizabeth of
England, OF Boniface OF Italy. But
the throneroom Of our Fathers house
hath n glory eclipsing all the throne-
rooms b ever saw scepter wave or crown
glitter or foreign ambassador bow, for our
Fathers throne is a throne of grace, n
throne of mercy, a throne Of holiness, a
throne of justice, n throne of universal
dominion. We need not stand shivering
and covering before it, for our Father says
we may yet one day come up and sit on 1t
beside Him. "To him that oversometh
will l grant to sit with Me in My %throne<"
You see, we are princes and princesses.
Perhaps now we move about incogntto, as
Peter the Great In the garb of II ship car
penter at Amsterdam or as Queen Tirzah
In the dress of a peasant woman seeking
the prophet for her child'S cure, but 1t
will be found out after n while who we are
when we get into the throneroom. Aye,
we need not wait until then. We may by
prayer and song and spiritual uplifting
this momen enter the throneroom. o
King, live ~foreverl We touch the scepter
and PROSTATE ourselves at Thy tees.
Another room in our Fathers house is
the music room. st. John and other Bible
writers talk so much about the music of
heaven that there must be music there,
perhaps not such as on earth was thrum-
med from trembling string or evoked by
touch Of ivory key; bat, IL not that, then
something better. There are so many
Christian harpists and Christian composers
and Christian organists and Christian hymn
nolegists that have gone up from earth,
there must be for them some place OF es-
pecial delectatfon. Shall we have music
in this world of discords and no music in
the land of complete harmony?
In that music room of our Fathers house
you will some day meet the cid masters,
Mozart and Handel and Mendelssohn and
Beethoven and Doddridge, whose sacred
poetry was as remarkable as his sacred
prose, and James Montgomery and William
Cowper, at last got rid OF his spiritual mel
ancholy, and Bishop Heber, who sang of
"Greenland's Icy mountains and midas
coral strand,' and DR.. Raffles, who wrote
o f"High in yonder realms OF light" and
Isaac Watts, who went to visit Sir Thomas
Abney and wife for a week, but proved
himself so agreeable a guest that they
made him stay thirty-six years., and side
by side Augustus Toplady, who has got
over his dislike for Methodists, and
Charles Wesley, freed from his dislike for
Calvinists, and George W. Bethune, as
sweet as a songmaker as he was great
as q preacher and the author of 1.-THE
Village Hymns,' and many who wrote
in verse or song, in church or by eventide
cradle, and many who were p~assionately
lone OF music, but could make none them
selves, the poorest singer there more than
any earthly prima donna and the poorest
players there more than any earthly Gott-
schalk. Oh, that music room, the head
quarters of cadence n rhythm, SYM
phony and chant, psalm and antiphonl
May we be there some hour when Haydn
sits at the keys Of one OF his W oratorios,
and David the psalmist fingers the harp,
and Miriam Of the Red sea banks elaps the
cymbals, and Gabriel puts his lips to the
trumpet and the four and twenty elders
chant, and Lind and Parepa render match
less duet in the music room of the old
heavenly homestead SIN my Fathers
house are many rooms"
Another room in our Fathers house will
be the family room. 1t may correspond
somewhat with the family room on earth.
At morning and evening, you know, that
is the place we now meet. Though every
member of the household have a separate
room, in the family room they oil gather,
and joys and sorrows and experiences OF
all styles are there rehearsed. Sacred room
in all our dwellings. whether 1t be luxuri-
GUS with ottomans and divans and Books
in Russian lids standing in mahogany case
or there be- only a few plain chairs and q
cradle. So the family room on high Will
be the place where the kinsfolk assem-
Bile and talk over the family expert
ences of earth, the weddings. the
births, the burials, the festal days OF
Christmas and Thanksgiving reunion.
Will the children departed remain chill
dren there? VIII the aged remain aged
there? On, moi Everything Is per-
feet there. The child will go aheadto glori-
fed maturity, and the aged will go back
to gloriaed maturity. The rising sun OF
the one will rise to meridian, and the
descending sun of the other will return to
meridian. However much we love our
children on earth, we would consider it a
disaster IL they staid children,
and so we rejoice at their growth here.
And when we meet In the family room OF
our Fathers house we will be glad that
they have grandly and g~loriously matured,
while our parents, who were aged and in
firm here, we shall be glad to find re-
stored to the most agile and vigorous i'm
mortality there.
l hope none of US will he disappointed
about getting there. There is a room for
US II We will go and take it, but in order
to reach 1t 1t is absolutely necessary that
we take the right way, and Christ is the
way, and we must enter ut the right door,
and Christ is the door, and We must start
in time, and the only hour you are sure of
is the hour the clock now strikes, and the
only second the m your watch is now
ticking. | hold in my hand a roll of
letters inviting you all to make that
your home forever. The New Tesla
ment is only n roll of letters inviting
you as the spirit OF them practically
my dying yet immortal child in
earthly ne~ighborhood, | have built for You
II great residence. 1t is full Of rooms. |
have furnished them as no palace was ever
furnished. Pearls are nothing, emeralds
are nothing, c~hrysoprasus Is nothing, illu-
mined panels OF sunrise and sunset moth
ing, the aurora OF the northern heavens
nothing, compared with the spiendor with
which | have garnitured them. But you
must be clean before you can enter there,
and so l have opened a fountain where you
may wash all your sins away. Cont nowl
Put your weary but clennsed feet on the
upward pathway. Do you not see amid
the thick foliage on the heavenly hllltops
the old family homestead2" SIN my
Fathers house are many rooms"
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