St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1900-09-29

Alter man OF large estate ulcS, Inc
relatives assemble to hear the will
read. So much OF the property 10
willed to his sons and so much to his
daughters, and so much to benevolent
societies. Our Lord Jesus hath died,
and we are assembled to-day 10 hear
the will read. He says: my peace
give unto you." Through His apostles
lie says. "All things are yours"
What, everything7. Yes, everythingl
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
world as the heirlooms 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 hutter with glad.
ness. Honey makers in the log and
beak against the bark, and squirrels
on the rail, and the call OF
the hawk out Of clear. sky make you
feel glad. The sun, which kindles
among the castles OF
cloud and sets minaret and dome
aflame, stoops to paint the lily white
and the buttercup yellow and the for
get-me-not blue. What can resist the
SUM- Light for the voyager over the
deep! Light for the shepherd guard
ing the Aocks afieldl Light for the
poor who have no lamps to burnt
Light for the dowpcast and lowlyi
Light for aching eyes ana burning
brain and wasted captive! Light for
the smooth brow Of childhood and for
the dim vision Of the octogenariani
Light for queens coronet and for sew
ing girls needle! Let there be lighti
Whose morning is this? My morning.
Your morning. Our Father gave M
the picture and hung it on the sky
in loops of fire. It is the heirloom OF
our family. And so is the night. It ID
the full moon. The mists from shore
to shore CLEAN like shattered mirrors,
and the ocean, under her glance,
comes up with great tides, painting
upon the beach, mingling, as it were,
foam and fire. The poor man blesses
God for throwing such a cheap light
through the broken window pane into
his cabin, and to the sick it 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 instru-
ments that fill Heaven and earth with
great harmonies, the moon is plain
tive and 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 nigh. lorg this pale watcher
Of the sky bends over the weafy. heafs
sick, slumbering earth. Whose is this
black framed. black tasseled picture
az the night? It is the heirloom Of
our family. Ours the grandeur OF the
spring. the crystals OF the snow, the
coral 81 the beach, the odors OF the
garden. the harmonies Of the air.
You 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 around this earth. All these val
leys, the hartests that 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 ours. In the second walk go among
the street lamps of Heaven and see
stretching off on every side wilder
ness of worlds. For us they shine. For
us they sang at Saviour's nativity.
For us they will wheel into line and
with their flaming torches add to the
splendor Of our triumph on the day
for which all other days were made.
In the third walk go around the eter-
nal city. AS we come near it, bark
to the rush of its chariots and the we'd
ding peal of its great towers. The
bell of Heaven has struck 12. 1t is
high noon. We look off upon the chap
let's which never fade, the eyes 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 captured, the sun that
never sets, until we can no longer gaze,
and we hide our eyes and exclaim: 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 Him!" AS these tides
OF glory rise we have to retreat and
hold fast lest we be swept OF and
drowned in the emotions of gladness
and thanksgiving and triumph.
What think you of the family prop
erty? 1t is considered an honor II
marry into a family where there i.
great wealth. The Lord. the Bridegroom
of earth aud Heaven, offers you Hi.
heart and His hand, saying in til.
words of the Canticles: "Rise up, my
love. my fair one. and come away
And once having put on thy hand tn.
signet ring of His love, you will be en-
dowed with all the wealth of earth ant
all the honors of Heaven.
Almost every family looks back t.
homestead-some country plac.
where you grew up. You sat on tn,
doorsill. You heard the footsteps o
the rain on the 9arret roof. Yo,
swung on the gate. You ransacked th'
barn. You waded into the brook. Yo,
thrashed the orchard for apples ant
the neighboring woods for nuts, ant
everything around the Old home
stead is of interest to you.
tell you Of the old homestead o
eternity. "In my Fathers house ar'
many mansions" When we talk o
mansions we think Of Chatsworth ant
its park nine miles in circumference
and itsconservatory that astonishesth'
world. its galleries OF art that con
tain the triumphs of Chantrey. Canov'
and Thorwaldsen, Of the kings ant
queens who have walked Its statel,
halls. or, flying over the heather. hav
hunted the grouse. But all the dwell
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