The Newtown bee., 1903-06-05

try" I have always cherished the fancy that the Scotchman who could not hear his native bagpipe played far away from home without giving way to great feeling of homesickness, was to be admired. A little tuft of faded heather in the lapel of the coat has made one at the sight of it to sink to the ground. The Switzer boy is never so happy as when among the treeless wastes of his loved canton. If you have had the experience that I have had, of seeing the Stars and Stripes float from a little steam yacht in the harbor of Alexandria, Egypt, amid flotilla of imposing craft from all lround the world, you have thought it the loveli- est sight your eyes could fall upon.
 If the love of country is wrong, then Jesus Christ cherished wrong senti- ment. He bitterly wept over Jerusa- lem in it's rejection of the prophets piteous appeal because it was His own city. He came but to the lost sheep of "the house of Israel" As Jew He had the dream of other Jews, that Jerusalem, as the joy and crown of the whole earth. should be the center toward which the gathering of the Gentiles should be. If the love of country is wrong then Paul cherished a wrong sentiment. How fond he was of calling himself Jew of Tarsus, no mean city. He loved the Jews, his own kinsmen according to the flesh, whose were the oracles of God, to whom be glory forever, amen. He went per force to the GentileS when driven from the synagogues of the Jews, for whose sakes he was willing to be an athena. We are here this morning, my friends, because we steadfastly believe in the | love of country. If that idea is wrong then I have no message for you and my lips shall be dumb; but we believe that the sun shines upon no fairer land than this new empire of the West and that Old Glory has caught the brigh. est colors from out the skies. What rivers are ours rolling their swelling flood to the sea; what lakes bearing the white-winged messengers of trade what mountains holding in their iror grasp wealth for many lands; what coasts stretching from frozen regions to tropic climes.
 FOR SUCH A LAND OUR HEROES WENT down to the battlefelds to die with a love such as is the love with which { man loves his own soul or the devotion with which an ardent lover pledges his troth to the sweetheart who vii share his home. When such spirit animated them they could not leave the tented field until they had gotter them the victory. For this reason { million men went down on battlefield in camp, in hospitals, on the wearying march; for this reason with every riS ing and setting sun during those fOu
 terrible years seven hundred men fell a sacrifice to love of native land; fO
 this reason mothers bade farewell witt
 joyful sorrow to sons whose goins away, though it broke their hearts
 made them glad they had this gift tt give; for this reason fathers unclaspe( hands with boys they little hoped tt see again. Oh. it was an awful strug gle. Villages were swept from off tht
 face of the land as clean as a threshe
 sweeps his floor; the tokens Of peac' and plenty were brushed away as d for est fire destroys the traces of what in dustry has wrought. The love of coun
 try wrong? Then Nathan Hale $ grea
 utterance should not be cheriSeed il fondest memory, "I regret that hay, but one life to give for my country"
 But why do 1 speak of sorrow? 4 change has come with the years. Hov differently do we look at things as wt grow from youth to maturer life
 What different meanings do anniver Sa,ieS have for us all with advancing years. Tempora muletantet mutamur "the times change and we are changet with them," for you know, we ar jOurneying up a hill: down here in the valley are little garden patch, al orchard with fruit-ladened bOughs, small field hemmed in by vine covere'
 walls; but high up there on the slop' the view is more extended, the land scape stretches far. Forty years mak' us take things in with quitea a differen perspective for the eye. Yet a fev years more and here and there moth