Republican news item. [volume] (Laport, Pa.) 1896-19??, 1900-09-20


ing. Your morning. Our Father gave us
the picture and hung it on the sky in loops
of fire. 1t is the heirloom of our family.
And So the night. 1t is the full noon.
The mists from shore to shore gleam like
shattered mirrors, and the ocean under
her glance comes up with great tides.
painting upon the beach, minglng. as it
we're. foam and fire. The poor man
blesses God for throwing such cheap
light THROUGH the broken window pane
into his cabin, and to the sick it seems
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 instruments that fill heaven
and earth with great harmones, the moon
| is plantive and mild, standing beneath
the throne of God. sending up her soft,
sweet voice of nraise. while the stars listen
and the sea. No mother ever more sweet
| lv guarded the sick cradle than all night long
this pale watcher of the sky bends over the
weary. heartsick. slumbering earth. Whose
| is this black framed. black tasseled pic
ture Of the niohtg 1t is the heirloom of
our family. Onrs 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.
i You cannot see large estate in one
morning. Yor must take several walks
around it, The family property of this
| royal house of Jesus is so great that we
must take several walks to get anv idea
Of it's extent. Let the first walk be
around this earth. All these valleys. the
baryests that wave in them and tbc cat
tje tbat pasture tbem-all these mount
aims. and the precious things hidden be-
meath them and the crown of GLACIER thew
cast at the feet of the alpine hurricane
all these lakes. these islands. these CONT
nents, are ours. In the second walk go
see stretching off on every side a wilder.
ness of worlds For us they shine. For
| us they sang at a Sayiour's nativity For
us they will wheel into line. and with
their flaming torches add to the splendor
of our triumph on the dav for which all
other days were made. In the third walk.
10 around the eternal CITY. AS we come
near It. harl, to the rush of it's cbariots
and the wedding peal of it's great towers.
The bell of heaven has struck -. 1t is
high noon. We look off upon the chan
lets which never fade. the ewes 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 can.
tured. the sun that never sets. until We
can no longer gaze. and we hide our ewes
and exclaim: Eve hath not seen. nor ear
heard, neither have entered into the heart
of man. the things which God hath pre-
pared for them that love Him." As these
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hold fast lest we be swept off and drowned
in the emotions of cladncss and thanksgiy-
ing and triumph.
Almost every family looks bacl, to a
homestead - some country place where
you grew up You sat on the doorsill
You heard the footsteps of the rain on
the garret roof. You swung on the gate
You ransacled the barn. You waded into
the brook. You thrashed the orchard for
apples. and the neighboring woods for
nuts. and everything around the old
homestead is of interest to YOU. l tell YOU
of the old homestead of eternity. I'm
NV Fathers house are many mansions >"
When we talk of mansions we think of
! Chatsworth and its park nine miles in
circumference, and its conservatory that
astonishes the world: it's galleries of art,
that contain the triumphs of Chantrey.
Canova and Thorwaldsen: OF the kings
and the queens who have walked its state
" halls. or, hying over the heather, have
hunted the grouse But all the dwelling
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, AMI planted the parks.
Angels walk there. and the good of all
ages The poorest man in that house is
millionaire and the lowliest a king. and
the tamest word he speaks is an anthem,
1t tool, Paxton to build for Chats
worth a covering for the wonderful flower
Victoria regia five feet in diameter. 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
heaven shall come to look at it. and its
aroma shall be as though the cherubim
had swung before the throne a thousand
censors. / have not seen it yet. am in
a foreign land But my Father is waiting
for me to come home. | have brothers
and sisters there. In the Bible | have let.
ters from there, telling me what a fine
place it is 1t matters not much to me
whether | am rich or poor, or whether the
world hates me or loves me, or whether
go by land or by sea, II only l may hit
my eyes at last ON the family mansion. 1t
IS not a trail house, built in month. soon
to crumblc, but an old mansion, which is
as frm as the day it was built. Its walls
are covered with the IVY OF many ages,
ana the urns at the gateway are a-Dloonl
with the century plants OF eternity, The
Queen OF Sheba hath walked Its hall, and
Esther, and Marie Antoinette and Lady
Huntington and Cecil. and Jeremy Taylor,
and Samuel Rutherford and John Milton;