The weekly intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1891-1901, 1900-09-01

poor who have no lamps to burn!
Light for the downeast and lowly,
Light for aching eyes ana burning
brain and wasted captivei Light for
the smooth brow Of childhood and for
the dim vision Of the sctogenarianl
Light for queens eoronst aud for sew
ing girls needlel let there be light,
Whose morning is thisf Ny morning.
Your morning. Our Father gave US
the picture and hung IL on the sky
in loops Of fire. II In the heirloom Of
our family. Aud so Is the night. II is
the full moon, The mists from shore
TO shore CLEAN like shattered mirrors,
and the ocean. under her glance.
comes up with great tides, painting
upon the beach, mingling, n 1t were,
foam and FIRE. The poor man blesses
God for throwing such a cheap light
through the broken window pane into
hia cabin, and 10 the sick 1t seems q
light from the other shore which
bounds this great deep Of human pain
and woe. II the sun seem like q song
full and poured from brazen instru-
ments that all Heaven and earth with
great harmonies, the moor is plain
tive and mild, standing beneath the
throne Of God. sending up her soft,
sweet voice Of praise, while the stars
listen and the sea. No mother ever
more sweetly guarded the sick cradle
than all night long this pale watcher
Of the sky bends over the weary, heart
sick. slumbering earth. Whose is this
black framed. black tasseled picture
Of the night? II is the heirloom Of
our family. Ours the grandeur of the
spring. the crystals Of the snow. the
coral Of the beach, the odors Of the
garden, the harmonies Of the air.
You cannot see q large estate in one
morning. You must take several walks
around 1t. The family property Of this
royal house Of Jesus Is so great that
We must take several walks to get any
idea Of its extent. Let the first walk
be around this earth. All these val
leys, the harvests that wave In them
and the cattle that pasture them-all
these mountains and the precious
things hidden beneath them and the
crown Of glacier they east at the feet
Of the Alpine h~urricane-all these
lakes, these islands, these continents,
are ours. In the second walk 60 among
the street lamps Of Heaven and see
stretching OF on every side a wilder
ness of worlds. For US they shine. For
US they sang at a Saviour's nativity.
For US they will wheel into line and
with their flaming torches add to the
splendor OF our triumph on the day
for which all other days were made.
In the third walk go around the eter-
nal city. As We come near II, bark
to the rush Of Its chariots and the wed
ding peal OF its great towers. The
bell OF Heaven has struck 10. II is
high noon. We look of upon the chap
lets which never fade, the eyes that
never weep, the temples that never
close. the loved ones that never part,
the procession that never hslts, the
trees that never wither, the walls that
never can be captured, the sun that
never sets, until we can no longer gaze,
and We hide our eyes and exclaim: Eye
bath not seen nor ear heard. neither
have entered into the heart Of man the
things which God hath prepared for
them that love Himi" As these tides
Of glory rise We have to retreat and
hold fast lest we be swept of and
drowned In the emotions of gladness
and Thanksgiving and triumph.
What think you of the family prop
erty? 1t is considered an honor to
marry into a family where there il
great wealth. The Lord, the Bridegroom
Of earth and Heaven, offers you His
heart and His hand, saying in the
words Of the Csntieles: Rise up, my
love, my fair one, aud come away"
And once having put on thy hand the
signet ring Of His love, you will be en-
dowed with all the wealth OF earth and
all the honors OF Heaven.
Almost every family looks back to
Q homestead-sf NJ country place
where you grew up. You sat on the
doorsill. You heard the footsteps of
the rain on the garrett roof. You
swung on the gate. You ~ransscked the
barn. You wad.d into the brook. You
thrasbed the orchard for apples and
the n~eiehborine woods for nuts, and
everything around the old home
stead Is Of interest TO you. I
tell you Of the old homestead Of
eternity. I'm my Fathers house are
many mansions" When we talk Of
mansions we think Of Chstsworth and
its park nine miles In circumference
and itsconseryatoryth that astonishesth the
world, its galleries of art that con
tain the triumphs Of Chantrey, Canova
and Thorwaldsen, OF the kings and
queens who have walked its stately
halls, or, flying oyer the heather, have
hunted the grouse. But all the dwell.
ing places Of dukes and princes and
queens are as nothing to the family
mansion that is already awaiting our
arrival. The hand Of the Lord Jesus
lifted the pillars and swung the doors
and planted the parks. Angels walk
there and the good Of all ages. The
poorest man In that house is q million
aire, and the lowest q king, and the
tamest word he speaks is an anthem
and the shortest life an eternity.
II took q Paxton TO build for Chats
worth q covering for the wonderful
flower, Victoria Regia, Eve feet In d..
smeter. But our lily OF the valley
shall need no shelter from the blast,
and In the open gardens of God shall
put forth its full bloom, and all Heav.
en- shall come TO look at II, and lie
aroma shall be as though the cherubim
had swung before the throne . thou
sand cehsers. l have not seen II yet.
l am in . foreign land. But my IA.
Their Is waiting for me TO come home. ]
have brothers and sisters there. In
the Bible I have letters from there,
teilng me whAt Q mn place II 10. IL
matters not much to me whether ] am
rich or poor, or whether the world
hates me or loves me, or whether ] 90
by land or BY sea, II only ! may lift my
eyes at last on the family mansion. II
is not q frail house, built In a month,
soon to crumble, but an old mansion,
which Is as firm IS the day II was built.
Its walls are covered with the ivy Of
many ages, and the urps at the gateway
are abloon with the century plants
Of eternity. The queen Of shsbs hath
walked its halls, and Esther and Marie
AptoInstts and Lady Huntington and
Cecil and Jeremy Taylor and Samuel
Rutherford and John Milton and the
widow who gave two mites and the poor
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