The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1907-07-02

der unto Caesar the things that are
Caesars and unto God the things that
are Gods" Notwithstanding consti-
tutlons, prOclamatiOns ana the innu-
nerable statutes enacted by countless
generations of the children of men, He
gave to the world the only law ever
ecessary: "Do unto others as We
would have others do unto YOU" He
tore, like q mole from the earth.
where it lurlIed, blind hate from the
breast of resentment; he snatched
from the heartless past the veil of
oblivion; he poisoned death with the
( venom OF its own sting, he walled for
ever up with the grave its victory
when upon the cross He exclaimed:
Father, forgive them, for they know
not what they do.
He was shelter to the shelterless.
father to the fatherless, friend to the
frlendless. Wherever a mangled form
IN tattered rags is soothed and band
aged by tender hands it is because of
HIM. Wherever an orphans tear is
dried and its little wandering feet find
rest and shelter in q lone for the
homeless it is because of Him. Wher-
ever a widows prayer is heard and
other hands supply food ard raiment
IN place of those that are cold and still
in death it is because of Him. Whor-
ever tlreless feet move about the still,
white cot, the fevered brow of throb-
bIng pain is cooled it is because of
Him. Wherever martyred cross or
sainted image from spire or steeple
points forever upwards it is because of
Him. Wherever a school house sits in
all its majesty of light and learning it
is because of Him. Wherever woman
is honored or revered. wherever a
human lip lisps the sainted name of
! Mother and in the hour Of trial re-
peats, Lead me not into tempta-
tlon," learned by the evening lamp in
the long ago, it is because Of Him.
Wherever there is law and order and
mercy and charity and kindness. it is
because of Him. Wherever, in the red
hell of battle, amidst the manned, the
crazed and the dying. sainted Sister
! moves. with her sign of the cross, to
quench the raging fever of the blood.
or to hold in tender arms. while he
breathes his last, mothers boy, it is
because of Him. Wherever there is
bravery it is because of Him. Wher-
ever there is a government of the pee
pie, for the people and by the people,
II is because of Him. Wherever there
is justice, it is because of Him. Wher-
ever an asylum ''Knits up the ravelled
sleeve of care, or receives within its
sanctity the burdened mind tout of
time and harsh like sweet bells
tangled" it is because of Him. And
wherever Love, snatches from the gut
ter the likeness of fallen man, created
in the image of his creator. or with
angel hands lifts from the depths of
the demi-mond the brow that was once
pure, the bosom that was once stain
less, the form that was some mothers
dream and some brothers. pride, some
D0dy's child and somebody's sister, and
whispers to the storm of remorse and
shame and the pittiless waves that
lash the boundless shores of memory
peace, be stIll'-it is because of
Him. Friends may prove false, honors
may fade, riches may vanish, but Love
remains, for Love is God.
My Brothers, you wear the insignia
of KnighthoOd. The scepter makes the
King, the plow the Yeoman, but re-
member, principle makes the Knight.
By their fruits shall we know them.
You may wear the uniform, bear the
sword, be girdled by the belt of Knight
hood. but unless you follow the Jew of
Nazareth you are but living lies, but
whitened seDUlchers.
Within the breast of every man lies
an empire broader than the domain of
the Roman eagle, stretching from
Babylon in the East to Britain in the
West; an empire grander in its concep-
ton than pageantry and pomp of bar
| barrie splendOr; more difficult to rule
! than the confused nations of earth !;
harder to conquer than moated castle
or walled city. That empire is the en-
pire of Ego-the Empire of Self.
Pluck from your hearts the rooted
malice, cleanse the stuffed bosom" Of
its lurking hate, open wide the win
dows and let in Love that is forever
! knocking at the gates of the heart,
keep forever before you as your motto
the words of the Nazarine Jew, For
give them, for they know not what
| they do" Follow the Knight of CAL
vary. first let us conquer ourselves
with love and the kingdom of the world
will pay tribute at our feet.
We are standing to-day in the Garden
of Sleep. But for the peaceful mounds
dIu Tie SIienL SHaIL, IL WOulO De IdnU
so beautiful that God seems to have
created it with smile and the smile
to have crystalized upon the hillsides.
The air is redolent with the songs Of
| awakening nature and spring seems to
murmur among the blossoms of the
Resurrection. And yet, neither the
rains nor buds of spring. neither the
suns nor flowers of summer, neither
the winds nor leaves of autumn, nor
the SHOWS of solemn winter, neither
the murmur of the pines nor the thun-
ders sullen roar disturb the dream Of
the sleeper. Men may come and men
may co. but they dream on forever.
Soon we will go back to our homes
and leave them alone. with none but
the winds for requiem and the silent
stars for witness, to dream on until
the great Il Am" unbars the gates of
sleep and crosses once again the realms
of pulseless death. Some solemn day
maybe when the Robin in building his
nest, maybe when summer is singing
her sleepy songs among the golden rod,
possibly when the earth is pouring her
golden wealth of grain into the lap of