Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1900-08-31

close together that when trouble sets
its battery all feel the THRU of dis
tress. In the great Christian family
the sorrow of one ought to be the sor-
row of all. Is one prosecuted? All
are prosecuted. Does one suffer loss?
We all suffer loss. Is one bereayed?
We are all bereaved.
Their streaming eyes together flow
For human guilt and mortal woe.
If you rejoice at another's- misfor
tune you are not one of the sheep, but
one of the goats, and the vulture of
sin hath alighted on your soul and not
the Dove of the Spirit.
Next, I notice the family property.
After man of large estate dies, the
relatives assemble to hear the will
read. So much of the property is
willed to his sons and so much to his
daughters, and so much to benevolent
societies. Our Lord Jesus hath died,
and we are assembled to-day to hear
the will read. He says: "My peace I
give unto YOU" Through His apostles
He says: Cali things are yours"
What, everything? Yes, everything!
This world and the next. In distin-
guished families there are old pictures
hanging on the wall. They are called
the ''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 heirlooms of our
royal family. The morning breaks
from the east. The mists travel up,
hill above hill, mountain above noun
tain, until sky lost. The forests are
f,111 Ofo nd h11zz nd Trees
leaf and BIRDS wing futter with glad
ness. Honey makers in the log and
beak against the bark, and squirrels
chattering on the rail, and the call of
the hawk out of clear sky make you
feel glad. The sun, which kIndIes
confagrations among the castles of
cloud and sets minaret and dome
afiame, stoops to paint the lily white
and the buttercup yellow and the for
get-me-not blue. What can resist the
sun? Light for the voyager over the
deep! Light for the shepherd guard
ing the fiocks afield! Light for the
poor who have no lamps to burn!
Light for the downcast and lowly!
Light for aching eyes ana burning
brain and wasted captive! Light for
the smooth brow of childhood and for
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Light for queens coronet and for sew
ing girls needle! Let there be light!
Whose morning is this? My morning.
Your morning. Our Father gave us
the picture and hung it on the sky
in loops of fire. It is the heirloom of
our family. And so is the night. It is
the full moon. The -mists from shore
to shore CLEAN like shattered mirrors,
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comes up with great tides, painting
upon the beach, mingling, as it were,
foam and fire. The poor man blesses
through the broken v-indow pane into
his cabin, and to the sick it seems a
light 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 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? It 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 large estate in one
| morning. You must take several walks
| around it. The family property of this
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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 cast at the feet
| of the Alpine hurricane-all these
lakes, these islands. these continents.
are ours. In the second walk go among
| the street lamps of Heaven and see
stretching off on every side a wilder
ness of worlds. For us they shine. For
fus they sang at 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 it, bark
to the rush of its chariots and the we'd
ding peal of its great towers. The
bell of Heaven has struck ~. It is
high noon. We look off upon the chap
let's which never fade, the eyes that
never weep, the temples that never
close, the loved ones that never part,
the procession that never halts, the
trees that never wither, the walls that
never can be captured, the sun that