The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1900-08-30

long
this pale watcher of the sky bends over the
weary. heartsick. slumberinq earth Whose
Is this black framed, black tasseled pic.
turc of the night? IL is the beirloou nj
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.
Nou cannot see large estate in ono
morning. You must take several walks
around it, The family propertv of this
royal house OF Jesus is so great that we
must take several wdiks 90 get any idea
of its extent. Let the first walk be
around this earth. All these valleys. the
harvests that wave in them. and the cat.
tic that pasture them-all these mount
aims, and the precious things hidden be
meath them, and the crown OF glacier they
cast at the feet of the alpine hurricane
all these lakes. these islands these cont.
nents, are ours. In the second walk 20
among the street lamps of heaven, aud
see stretching OFF on every side n wilder
ness OF worlds. For us they shine. For
us they sang at Saviour's nativity. For
us they will wheel into line. aud with
their iianlng torches add to the splendor
of our triumph on the day for which all
other days were made. I'm the third walk.
go around the eternal city. As we come
near IL, bark to the rush of its chariuts
and the wedding peal of its great towers.
The bell OF heaven has struck IL. II is
high noon. We look off uDon the chan.
let's which never fade. the eyes that never
weep, tire temples that never close. the
loved ones that never part, the procession
that never halts, the trees that never
wther. the walls that never can he cap
tured, the sun that never sets, until we
can no longer gaze, and we hide our eyes
and eXclaim: Eye hath not seen. nor car
heard, neither have entered into the heart
OF man, the things which God hath pre-.
pared for them that love HIM" As these
tides of glory rise we have to retreat and
hold last lest we be swept off and drowned
IN the emotions OF gladness and thanksgiv.
ing and triumph
Almost every family looks back to a
homestead - some country place where
YOU grew up. You sat on the doorsill
on heard the footsteps of the rain on
the garnet roof You swung on the cate
You ransacked the barn You waded into
the brook. You thrashed the orchard foi
apples. and the neighboring woods foI
nuts, and everything around the old
homestead Is of interest to YOU. | tell You
OF the old homestead OF eternity. In
My Fathers house arc 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: its galleries of art
that contain the triumphs OF Chantrey
CauOTa and Thorwaldsen OF the kings
and the queens who have walked its state
~ halls, or, flying over the heather, have
hunted the grouse But all the dwelling
places of dukes aud princes and queens arc
os nothing to the family mansion that is
already awaiting our arrival The hand
oil the Lord Jesus lifted the pillars and
swung the doors, ana planted the parks
Angels walk there, and the good OF all
ages. The poorest man IN that house is a
millionaire, and the lowliest a king. and
the tamest word he speaks is an anthem,
and the shortest life an eternity.
1t took Il Paxton to build for Chats.
worth a covering for the wonderful flower
Victoria rega, 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 tull bloom and al
heaven shall come to look at it, and It's
aroma shall be as though the cherubm
had swung before the throne 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
tCrs from there. telling me what a fine
place it is. II 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 | may lift
Is not frail house, built in n 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 arc a-bloom
with the century plants OF eternity. The
Queen of Sheba hath walked its hail. anC
Esther, and Marie Antoinette and Lady
Huntington 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--thest
last two perhaps outshining all the kings
and queens OF eternity.
What clasping of hands! What embrac
ings! What coming together of lip to lipl
What tears OF joy! You say, II thought
there were no tears in heaven" There
must be. for the Bible says that 600
no tears there, how could He wipe then
away? They cannot be tears OF grief OF
tears of disappointment. They must be
tears of giadness. Christ will come and
say: what! Child of heaven. is it toe
much for thee? Dost thou break dowr
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 broker
hearts can hardly hold your peace. Yor
feel as ii you would speak out and say
"Oh, blessed day! speed on. Toward thee
! press with blstered 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 ii after | have kissed Thy blessed feet.
] turn around to gather up the long LOST
treasures OF my heart. Oh! bc not angry
with me. One look at Thee were heaven
But all these reunions are heaven Cncir
cling heaven, heaven overtopping heaven
heaven commingling with heayen!"
| was at Mount Vernon, and went into
the dining room in which our first Presi
dent entertained the prominent men o.
this and other lands. 1t was a very inter
csting spot. But, oh, the banqueting hall
the family mansion OF which | speak
Spread the table, spread it wide; for
great multitude are to sit at il. From
the tree by the river gather the twelve
manner of fruits for that table. Take tn,
clusters from the heavenly vineyards, anc
press them into the golden tankards foi
that table. On baskets carry in the breac
of which, if man eat, he shall never hun
ger. Take all the shot-ton flags of earth
ly conquest and entwine them among the
arches. Let David come with his harp
and Gabriel with his trumpet, and Miriam
with the timbrel, for the prodigals are al
home, and the captives are free, and The
Father hath invited the mighty OF HEAVIER
and the redeemed Of earth to come anc
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