Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1900-09-01
A Precious Heirloom.

reiatiVes assemble TO hear the vii
read. SO much of the property
willed to his sons, and so much to hi
daughters. and SO much to beneyolen
societies. Cur Lord Jesus hath died
ana we are assembled today to hea
the VIII read. He says. "My peace
! give unto you" Through his apostl,
he says, "All things are yours" What
eyerythingI Yes, everything. Thii
world and the next. In distinguished
families there ere old pictures hang
! ing on the wall. They are called tn,
"heirlooms' of the estate. They are
very old, and have come down from
generation TO generation. SO | look
upon all the beauties Of the natural
world as the helrlOoms of our royal
FAMILY. The morning breaks from
the east. The mists travel up. hill
! above hill, mountain above mountain,
until sky lost The forests are full OF
chirp. and buzz, and song. Trees leaf
and birds wing futter with gladness.
Honey makers in the log. and beak
against the bark, and squirrels chat
tering on the rail, and the call of the
hawk out Of clear sky make you
feel glad.
The sun, which klndles cOnflagratlons
among the castles of cloud and sets
mlnaret and dome aflame. stoops TO
paint the lily white, and the buttercup
hn
What can resist the sun? Light for the
yoyager over the deep! Light for the
shepherd guarding the hocks afield!
Light for the poor who have no lamps
TO burn! Light for the downcast and
the lowly Light for aching eyes and
burning BRAN and wasted captive!
light for tile smooth brow of child
hood and for the dim vision of the
octogenarian Light for queens cor
onet and for sewing girls needlel Let
there be light! Whose morning Is this?
Ny morning. Your morning. Our
Father gave us the picture and hung
1t on the sky In loops Of fire. 1t Is the
heirloom OF our family. And so the
night 1t is the full moon. The mists
from shore to shore CLEAN like shatter-
ed mirrors, and the ocean under her
glance comes up with great tides,
painting upon the beach, mingllng, as
II were, foam and fire. The poor man
blesses God for throwing such a cheap
light through the broken window pane
into his cabin. and to the sick it seems
q Hight from the other shore which
bounds this great deep OF human pain
and woe. If the sun seem like a song
full and poured from brazen instru-
ments that fill heaven and earth with
great harmonies. the moon Is plaintive
and mild, standing beneath the throne
Of God, sending up her soft, sweet |
poice Of praise, while the stars listen,
,wo the sea. No mother ever man
m Ietly guarded the sick cradle tLNe |
inng th.s-cnia- teller-a aiL. /
earth. Whose Is this
black framed, black tasseled picture
II the night? 1t Is the heirloom Of our |
'amily. Ours the grandeur Of the |
spring, the crystals Of the snow, the |
,oral Of the beach, the odors Of the
garden, the harmonies Of the air.
You cannot see large estate In one |
You must take several walks
around It. The family property Of this
.oyal house of Jesus Is so great that We
must take several walks to get any |
dea Of its extent Let the first walk
De around 'his earth. All these val
eys, the harvests that wave In them,
md the cattle that pasture them-all
hese mountains. and the precious
hlngs hidden beneath them, and the
.rown of glacier they cast at the feet
If the alpine hurricane-all these
axes, these Islands, these continents,
ire ours. In the second walk go
lmong the street lamps Of heaven, and
Zee stretching off on every side
wilderness Of worlds. For US they
shine. For US they sang at Saviours
nativity. For US they will wheel into
inc, and with their flaming torches
i'd to the splendor Of our triumph on |
he day for which all other days were
made. In the third walk, go around
he eternal city. AS we come near 1t,
lark to the rush Of Its chariots, and the
peal of It's great towers. The
)ell Of heaven has struck II. 1t Is
high moon. We look off upon the chap
cts which never fade, the eyes that
lever weep, the temples that never
lose, the loved ones that never part,
he procession that never halts, the
rees that never wither, the walls that
lever can be captured, the sun that
lever sets, until we can no longer
yaze, and we hide our eyes and ex-
,laim: Eye hath not seen, nor ear
leard, neither have entered into the
leart Of man. the things which God
lath prepared for them that love him!
As these tides of glory rise. we have to
etreat and hold fast lest we be swept |
IF and drowned in the emotions Of |
and thanksgiving. and tri-
lmph.
What think you of the family prop
,rty? 1t Is considered an honor to [
marry into a family where there is
,reat wealth. The Lord, the bride
,room of earth and heaven, offers you
his heart and his hand. saying In the |
words of the Canticles: Rise up my
owe, my fair one, and come away"
md once having put on thy hand the
ignet ring Of his love, you will be en-
lowed with all the wealth Of earth,
md all the honors Of heaven.
Homestead of Eternity.
Almost every family looks back to
country place where |
rou grew up. You sat on the doOrsill.
You heard the footsteps Of the rain on
The garret roof. You swung on the
gate. You ransacked the barn. You
waded into the brook. You thrashed
the orchard for apples, and the neiGh-
boring woods for nuts; and everything |
around the old homestead is Of interest |
to you. tell you of tho old homestead
If eternity. "In my Fathers house are |