The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1900-09-01

Der OI tHc ld1lly, tuty SO uoWn
through them all. The sadness of one
is the sadness of all. A company of
persons join hands around an electric
battery; the two persons at the ends
of the line touch the battery, and all
the circle feels the shock. Thus, by
reason of the filial, maternal and pa
ternal relations of life, we stand so
close together that when trouble sets
its battery all feel the thrill 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 bereaved?
We are all bereaved.
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, l notice the family property.
After a 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
| sONltlltGs Ohl Lulu bNShS iAoNA NANNf
and we are assembled to-day to hear
the will read. He says: "My peace l
give unto you" Through His apostles
He says: "All 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 is the helrlooms 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
. full of chirp and buzz and song. Trees
leaf and birds wing futter with glad
: ness. Honey makers in the log and
beak against the bark, and squirrels
l chattering on the rail, and the call OF
S the hawk out of a clear sky make you
e feel glad. The sun, which kindles
s conflagrations among the castles OF
cloud and sets minaret and dome
= aflame, stoops to paint the lily white
e and the buttercup yellow and the for
n get-me-not blue. What can resist thu
n sun? Light for the voyager over th'
l. deep! Light for the shepherd guard
!; ing the flocks afeld! Light for tn
poor who have no lamps to burn
e. Light for the downcast and lowly
e Light for aching eyes ana burning
l. brain and wasted captive. Light 70
d the smooth brow of childhood and 10
S, the dim vision of the octogenarian
lie Light for queens coronet and for sew
n ing girls needle! Let there be light
r. Whose morning is this? My morning
Of Your morning. Our Father gave
"a the picture and hung it on the SIX
m in loops of fire. 1t is the heirloom
IL our family. And so is the night. 1t
n, the full moon. The mists from shor
W to shore CLEAN like shattered mirror
e. and the ocean, under her glanc'
ms comes up with great tides, pantln
IS. upon the beach, mingling as it wer
of foam and fire. The poor man blesst
gs God for throwing such a cheap Hgf
through the broken window pane I'M
m his cabin, and to the sick it seems
he light from the other shore whic
vn bounds this great deep o. human pa
"a and woe. If the sun seem like sor
hit full and poured from brazen instr
NO ments that fill Heaven and earth vii
nd great harmonies, the moon is plai
lis tive and mild. standing beneath Il
he throne of God, sending up her sol
ar- sweet voice of praise, while the sta
he listen and the sea. No mother ev
oy more sweetly guarded the sick Grad
IN. than all night long this pale watch
ng of the sky bends over the weary. hea
Ike sick, slumbering earth. Whose is II
ler black framed, black tasseled pictu
an of the night? 1t is the heirloom
en- our family. Ours the grandeur of t
We. spring. the crystals Of the snow, I
We coral of the beach, the odors OF I
lis garden, the harmonies of the air.
rt- You cannot see a large estate in o
/ morning. You must take several wal
ry. around it. The family property of Il
yer roval house of Jesus is so great tn
on we must take several walks to get a
idea of its extent. Let the first wa
of he around this earth. All these '
pat levs, the harvests that wave in thu
Dor and the cattle that pasture them
len these mountains and the precic
md things hidden beneath them and
ne crown of glacier they cast at the fl
yle. of the Alpine hurricane-all thu
the lakes, these islands, these continer
are ours. In the second walk go amo
owe the street lamps of Heaven and
CHI stretching of on every side wild
: it ness of worlds. For us they shine.
the us they sang at a Saviour's nativi
rap For us they will wheel into line 9
so with their flaming torches add 10
be splendor of our triumph on the
the for which all other days were ma
the In the third walk go around the ct
the nal city. As we come near it, hi
NIB TO the rush of its chariots and the W
l of ding peal of its great towers.
bell of Heaven has struck -. L
high noon. We look off upon the ch
let's which never fade, the eyes I
never weep, the temples that ne
sor- close, the loved ones that never pi
,ber the procession that never halts,
a... .raaS tbaf payar wifher fhe walls I