The semi-weekly messenger. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1897-1908, 1900-09-07

ing on the wall Ihey are called the
'-heirlooms' of the estate. They are
very old and have come down fIJIn
generation 10 generation. So l 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 &Jove
hill, above mountaiI, until
sky lost The forests are full y. clirp
and buzz and song. Trees leaf and
birds wing fiutter with eIadLess.
Honey makers in the log anu beak
against the park and squirrels matt
ering IN the all, and The call OF the
hawk out of a clear sky, make you
feel glad. The sun, which kindles con
f~iagrations among the castles of cloud
and sets minaret and dome afiame,
stoops to paint the lily white and the
buttercup yellow and the forgetmenot
blue. What can resist the sun? Light
for the voyag over the deep Light
afield, Light for the poor who have
no lamps to burn, Light for the
downcast and the lowly! Light for
aching eyes and burning brain and
wasted captive! Light for the smooth
brow of childhood and for the dim
vision of the o-ctogenarian, Light for
queens coronet and for sewing girls
needleI Let there be light, Whose
morning is this? My morning. You
morning. Our Father gave us the
plCAuLS III lIuLS IL OG ~ shy Ia
loops of fire. 1t is the heirloom of u
family. And so the night. 1t is the
full noon. The mists from shore 10
shore CLEAN like shattered mirrors,
and the ocean, under her glance, comes
UP with great tides, painting upon the
beach, mingling, as Were, foam and
fire. The poor man blesses God for
throwing such a cheap light through
the broker window pane into his cabin
and to the sick il 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 instruments that
fill HEAVIER and earth with great har-
monies the moon is plaintive n 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 his pale watcher of the sky bends
over the weary, heart sick, slumber-
ing earth. Whose is this black franz
ed black taSseled picture Of the night?
1t 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.
THE ROYAL HOUSE OF JESUS.
You cannot see a large estate in one
morning. You must take several walks
arond it. The family property of this
royal house of Jesus is so great tina!
we must take several walks to SET
any idea of its extent. Lee the first
walk be around this earth. All these
valleys, tue harvestS tsat 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 OUTS. In the second Walk go
among the street lamps of heaven and
see stretching off on every side a wild
erneSS of worlds. For US they shine.
For US they sang at a Saviour's nativ-
ity. Fol us they will wheel into line
and with their flaming torches add to
h splendor of u triumph on the
day for which all other days were
h ternal city. AS we come near it,
hark to the rush of its chariotS and
the wedding peal of it's great towers.
The bell of heaven has struck u. 1t
is high noon. We look off upon the
chaplets which never fade, the yes
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 a he captured, the sun
that never sets, until we can no longer
gaze, and we hide our eyes and eX-
claim, Eye hath not seen nor ear
heard, neither have entered into the
heart of man the things which God
| hath prepared for them that love himl"
| AS these tides of glory rise we have
to retreat and hold fast lest we be
swept off and drowned in the emotions
of gladness and thanksgiving and tri-
umph.
IIIVho Z fhinl Won Of tho forni1H- Tln>nn-
erty. 1t is considered an honor to
marry into q family where there is
great wealth. The Lord, the bride
groom of earth and heaven, offers you
his heart and his hand, saying in the
words of the Canticles, Rise up, my
love, my fair one, and come away"
And once having put on the hand gile
signet ring of his love, you will b. en-
dowed with all the wealth of earth and
all the honorS of heaven.
THE FAMILY HOMESTEAD.
Almost every family looks back TO a
homestead-some country place where
you grew up. You sat on the doorsill.
You heard the footsteps of the rain on
the garnet roof. You swung on the
gate. You. ranSacked the barn. You
waded into the brook. You thrashad
the orchard for apples and the neigh
boring woods for nuts, and everything
around the dc homestead is of inter-
est to you. 1 tell you of the old home
stead of eternity. I'm my fathers
house are many mansions" When we
talk of mansions, we think of Chats
worth and its park nine miles in Cir
cumfrence n its conservatory that
astonishes the world, its galleries OF
art that contain the triumphs of Chan
terry, Canova and Thorwaldsen, of the
kings and queens who have walked its
stately halls, or, flying over the heath
er, have hunted the grouse But al
the dwelling places of dukes and prin-
ces and queens are as nothing to the
family mansion that is already await
ing u arrival. The hand OF the Lord
Jesus lifted pillars and swung the
doors n planted the parks. Angels
walk there and the good of all ages
The poorest man in hat house is z
millionaire and the lowest a king, and
the tamest word he speaks is an an.
them and the shortest life an eternity
1t too a Paxton to build for Chats.
worth a covering for the wonderful
flower, Victoria Regia, five feet in di.
ameter. But our Lily of the Valley
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