The Penn's Grove record., 1900-08-31

T the sun seem like song fun an1 poured
from brazen instruments that gil Heaven
and earth with great harinenias, th4hi06n
Il pleintive and mild, standing BENEATH
the throne of God, sending up, hek soft;
sweet voice of praise, while the stars listen
and the sea. No mother ever MORE sweet
X guarded the sick cradle than all night ldNa
this pale watcher Of the sky bends over the
weary, heartsick, slumbering earth. Whose
,s this black framed. black taseeled pic.
our family. Ours the grandeur of thl
spring, the crystals OF The snow, the coral
Of the beach, the 1dors Of the garden; thu
haEm0nies Of the air.
Yon cannot See : large estate in one
morning., You 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 any idea
OF its, extent. Let the first walk be
arcund this earth. All these valleys, the
harvests that wave in them, and the cat
tie that pasture them-a these mount.
aims, and the precious things hidden be.
meath them, and the crown 81 glacier they
cast at the. feet Of the alpine hurricane
all these lakes, these islands, these conti
hents, are, ours. In the sc :ond walk 60
among the street lamps Of heaven, and
see stretching off on every side widen
ness OF worlds For IL they shine. For
us they sang at Savio,. s nativity. For
US they will wheel into ~1ine, and with
their flaming torches add to (the splendol
OF our triumph on the day for which ell
go around the eternal city. As we come
near i, bark to the. rush Of lits. chariots
and the wedding peal ST its dEeat towers.
The bell Of heaven has. str * IL. It il
high noon. We look off ui IN The chap:
lets which never fade, the ey 4 that never
weep, the temples that neiJ + close, the
loved ones that never part, t Me procession
that never halts, the trees that never
wither, the walls that never can be cap.
can no longer gaze, and we de Our eyel
and exclaiIl: Eye hath not eel,. nor eaf
heard, neither have entered, j to the heart
OF man, the things which G, a hath pre-.
pared for them. that love Hin As these
tides pOf glory rise we have tc retreat and
hold fast lest we be swept off and drowned
in the emotions of gladness and thanksgiv'
ing and triumph. :
What think you Of the family property?
It is considered an honor to marry into a
family where there is great wealth. The
Lord, the bridegroom 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 thy nd the sig.
net ring of His love you win led
with all the wealth Of earth ana TN The
honors OF heaven.
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 garret rcof. You swung on the gate.
Yah ifaannsacked 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 yoii. tell YOU
pt the old homestead Of eternity. TN
MY 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,
Canoya and Thorwaldsen; Of the kings
and the queens who have walked, It's state.
" halls, or, flying ever 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. and planted the parks.
Angels, walk there, and the good of all
ages. The poorest man in that house is a
millionaire, and the lowliest king, and
the tamest word he speaks Is az anthem,
and the shortest life an eterility.
It took Paxton to build for Chats.
worth covering for the wonderful fowef
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 ali
heaven shall come to look at it, and its
aroma shall be as though the cherubim
had swung before the throne thousand
censors. I have not seen it yet. am in
q foreign land. But my Father is waiting
for me to come home. have brothers
and sisters there. In the Bible I have let.
ters from there, telling me what fine
place it Is. It 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, if only l may lift
my eyes at last on the family mansion. e
is not frail house, built In a month, soon
to crumble, but an old mansion, which is
as firm as The day it was built. It's walls
are. covered with the ivy of many, ages,
and the urns at the gateway are a-bloom
with the century plants of eternity. The
Queen of Sheba hath walked its hall, and
Esther, and Marie Antoinette and Lady
Huntingdon and Cecil, and Jeremy Taylor,
and Samuel Rutherford and John Milton,
and the widow who gave two mites, and
the poor men from the hospital these
last two perhaps outshining all the kings
and queens of eternity.
A family mansion means reunion. Some
Of your families are very much scattered.
The children married, and went off to So.
Louis, or Chicago, or Charleston, but per.
haps once year you come together at the
old place. How. you wake Up the old
,1sor,o that 1oa 1,oov, S;tovSA
lFather and mother do not play on it),
How you bring out the old relics, and
rummage the garret, and open old scrap
books, and shout, and laugh, and cry, and
talk over old times, and, though you may
be fOrty-fve years of age, act as though
you were sixteen! Yet soon it is good bye
at the Car window, and goodbye at the
steamboat wharf. But how will we act at
the reunioyt in the old family mansion Of
heaven? 1t is a good while since you
parted at the door of the grave. There
Charlie, and Lizzie, and all the darlings
of your household d-not pale, and sick, and
gasping for breath, as when you saw them
last, but their eye bright with the lustre
of heaven, and their cheek roseate with
the flush of celestial summer.
What clasping Of hands! What embrac-
ings! What coming together Of lip to lip!
What tears of JOY! You say, II thought
there were no tears in heaven" There
must be, for the Bible says that God
shall wipe them away" and if there were
no tears there, how could He wipe them
away? They cannot be tears of grief or
tears of disappointment. They must be
tears Of gladness. Christ will come and
says What! Child of heaven, is It too
much for thee? Dost thou break down
under the gladness Of this reunion? Then
| will help thee" And, with His one arm
around us and the other arm around our
loved ones, He shall hold us up in the
eternal jubilee.
While speak some of you with broken
hearts can hardly hold your peace. You
feel as if you. would speak out and say:
"Oh, blessed day! speed on Toward thee
l press with blistered feet over the desert
way. My eyes fail for their weeping.
faint from listening for feet that will not
come, and the sound of voices that will
not speak. Speed on, oh day of reunion!
And then, Lord Jesus, be not angry with
me if after have kissed Thy blessed feet,
| turn around to gather up the long lost
treasures of my heart. Oh! be not angry
with me. One look at Thee were heaven.
But all these reunions are heaven encir-
cling heaven, heaven overtopping heaven.
heaven commingling. with heaven!"
l was at Mount Vernon, and went into
the dining room in which our first Presi-