Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1899-03-02

| CnllGren look DaCk anu lnlnk vi lhJncr
and mother at family prayer Will they
take the old family Bible and open it and
see the mark of tears of contritlon and
tears of consoling promise wopt by eyes
long before gone out into darknessY Oh,
| Il you do not inculcate Christian principle
in tho 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 off into dissipation and
into infidelity and ut last make shpwreck
of their immortal soul, on their deathbcd
and in tho day of judgment they will
curse you!
Seated by the register or the stove, what
If, on the wall, should come out the his
tory Of your children? What a history
the mortal and immortal life of your low
cd ones Every parent is writing the his
tory of his child lie is writing it, com
posing it into song, or pointing it with
q groan.
My mind runs back to one of the best
Of early homes Prayer like roof over
1t. Peace like an atmosphere in it. Par
ents personifcations of faith in trial and
comfort in darkness. The two pillars Of
that earthly home long crumblcd to dust
But shall ever forget that early home?
Yes, when the flower forgets tho sun that
the star that guided him. Yes, when love
has gone out on the hearts altar, ana
memory has emptied it's urn into forget
funess. Then, tho home Of my childhood,
will forget thee The family altar of a
fathers importantly and n mothcr's ten
derness, the voices of affection, the funCr-
, al of our dead, the father and mother with
, interlockcd arms like INTERVENING branch
, es of trees making perpetual arbor Of love
, and peace and kindness-then | will for
get thee-then, and only thcni You know,
, my brother, that u hundred times You
have been kept out of sin by the memory
! of such scene as l have been describing
, You have often had raging temptations,
> but you know what has held you with SUI
{ pernatural grasp. / tell you "A man who
, has had such good home as that never
, gets over it, and man who has had a bad
, early home never gets over it.
; Type of Heaven.
; Again, home is a type of heaven. Al
our best estate we are only pilgrims and
strangers here "Heavcn is our homo.
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
III the holidays to gather their children
, home again! But have noticed that ther,
is almost always d son or Il daughter all
scnt-absent from home, perhaps absent
from the country, perhaps absent iron
the world Oh, how glad our heavenly
; Father will be when he gets oil his chill
dren home with him in heaven And how
delightful it will be for brothers and sis
tiers to meet after 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 glas:
darkly. Now it is face to face, corrup
ton, interruption, mortality, immortality
| Where are now all their sins and sorrows
and troubles? overwhelmed in the Rec
sea of death, while they pass through dry
shod Gates of pearl, capstoncs of anne
| thyst thrones OF dominion do not stir M
soul SO much as the thought of home
. Once there, let earthly sorrows howl lik,
storms and roll like seas. Home! lie
| thrones rot and empires wither. Home
Let the world die in earthquake struggl'
and be buried amid procession of planet
and dirgc of spheres. Homel Let ever
lasting ages roll in irresistible sweep
Home! No sorrow. No crying. No tears
40 death But home, sweet home, beau
ful home, everlasting home, home will
ach other, homo with angels, home witt
iodl
Dream of Home.
One night, lying on my lounge whel
Try tired, my children all around abou
J nc in full romp and hilarity and laughto
on the lounge half awake and hal
-leep-I dreamed this dream l was in
i II country. 1t was not Persia, although
: iorc than oriental luxuriance crownc
) ne cities. 1t was not the tropics, although
iore than tropical fruitfulness filed tn
rdens. 1t was not Italy, although NOR
" IAN Italian softness filled the air. And
" andcrcd around looking for thorns AM
u titles, but ! found that none of then
u rev there, and / saw the sun rise and
l. 'Gtched to see it set, but 1t sank not. An
. saw the people in holiday attire, and
% id, when will they put off this and pu
Il workmen' garb and again delye in tn
Is inc and swelter at the forge?' But the
a 1ycr put off the holiday attire
IL And | wandered in the suburbs of tn
u ty to find the place where the dead sleeJ
+ I'd l locked all along the line of the bea :
IL lul hills the place where the dead Nigh
IL lost peacefully slesp, and l saw tower
nd castles, but not n mausolcum or
u ionument or white slab could l St,
r nd | went into the cha pei of the grca
III ,wn and | said Where do the poor wul
"a nip and whore ara the hard benches O
II lade me, We have no poor in this cour
ry" And then l wandered out to fin
70 no novels of the destitute, and 1 foun
'p mansions of amber and ivory and golt
II nut not tear could see, not Il sigh cOul
ST [ hear And l was bewldcred, and 81
ie Town under the branches of u great tre'
md l said Where am I and whcnC
III comes all this scene?" And then out frol
IL among the leaves and up the towery patti
re and across the broad streams there came
: beautiful group thronging all about mi
and as | saw them come | thought I kne
their step, and as they shouted l thougl
w | knew their voices but then they We're
" glorously arrayed in apparel such as
- had never before witnessed that l bowe
Sc as stranger to stranger. But when agai
- | they clapped their hands and shouted
n Welcome, WELCOMED" the mystery all val
!" Shod and found that time had gone al
eternity had come and we We're all togctl
cr again in our new home in heaven, an
lr looked around, and l said, Are we a
a here?" and the voices Of many generation
= responded, All here" And while tea
Is Of gadness were running down our cheek
Al and the branches of the Lebanon ceda
: were clapping their hands, and the towe
~ | of the great city We're Ginning their We
1d come we all together began to leap al
to shout and sing: "Homel Homel Home
u Wants the News.
~, m "We want the news, D." says the Gibsc