Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1900-10-05

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 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
societies. Our Lord Jesus hath died,
and we are assembled to-day to hear
the will read. lie 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 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 above hill, mountain above noun
tain, until sky lost. The forests are
full of chirp and buzz and song. Trees
leaf and BIRDS wing flutter with glad
ness. Honey makers in the log and
beak against the bark, and squirrels
chattering on the rail, and the call of
the hawk out of a clear sky make you
feel glad. The sun, which kindles
confiagrations among the castles OF
cloud and sets minaret and dome
ahame, stoops to paint the lily white
and the buttercup yellow and the for
get-me-not blue. What can resist the
sun? Light for the voyager over the
deep! Light for the shepherd guard
ing the focks afsld! Light for the
poor who have no lamps to- burnt!
Light for the downcast and lowly!
Light for aching eyes ana burning
brain and wasted captive! Light for
the smooth brow of childhood and for
the dim vision of the octogenarian!
Light for queens coronet and for sew
ing girls needle! Let there be light!
Whose morning is this? My morning.
Your morning. Our Father gave us
the picture and hung it on the sky
in loops of fire. 1t is the heirloom of
our family. And so is the night. 1t is
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 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 night long this pale watcher
of the sky bends over the weary, heart
sick. slumbering earth. Whose is this
black framed, 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.
You cannot see large estate in one
morning. You must take several walks
around it. The family property of this
roval 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 harvests 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. Fol
us they sang at Saviour's nativity
For us they will wheel into line ant
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 1T, harl
to the rush Of its chariots and the wed
ding peal of its great towers. The
bell of Heaven has struck ~. 1t |!
high noon. We look off upon the chap
lets which never fade, the eyes thai
never weep, the temples that never
close. the loved ones that never part
the procession that never halts, thu
trees that never wither, the walls tina
never can be captured, the sun tina
never sets, until we can no longer gaze
and we hide our eyes and exclaim: "Ey'
hath not seen nor ear heard, neithe
have entered into the heart Of man tn
things which God hath prepared TO
them that love Him!" AS these tide
of glory rise we have to retreat ant
hold fast lest we be swept off ant
drowned in the emotions of gladnes
and thanksgiving and triumph.
What think you of the family prop
erty? 1t is considered an honor t.
marry into family where there j
great wealth. The Lord, the Bridegroom
of earth and Heaven, offers you Hi
heart and His hand, saying in til
words of the Canticles: Rise up, m
love. my fair one, and come away.
And once having put on thy hand tn
sign.t ring of His love, you will be en-
lowed with all the wealth Of earth an
all the honors of Heaven.
Almost every family looks back t
homestead-some country plac
where you grew up. You sat on til
doorsill. You heard the footsteps G
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