you come to us? All join in love, and hope to meet you, if not in this
world, then in a better. Good-bye."

Yes, yes; in all these cities, and amid the flowering western
prairies, and on the slopes of the Pacific, and amid the Sierras, and
on the banks of the lagoon, and on the ranches of Texas there is an
uncounted multitude who, this hour, stand and sit and kneel with their
windows open toward Jerusalem. Some of them played on the heather of
the Scottish hills. Some of them were driven out by Irish famine. Some
of them, in early life, drilled in the German army. Some of them were
accustomed at Lyons or Marseilles or Paris to see on the street Victor
Hugo and Gambetta. Some chased the chamois among the Alpine
precipices. Some plucked the ripe clusters from Italian vineyard.
Some lifted their faces under the midnight sun of Norway. It is no
dishonor to our land that they remember the place of their nativity.
Miscreants would they be if, while they have some of their windows
open to take in the free air of America and the sunlight of an
atmosphere which no kingly despot has ever breathed, they forgot
sometime to open the window toward Jerusalem.

No wonder that the son of the Swiss, when far away from home, hearing
the national air of his country sung, the malady of home-sickness
comes on him so powerfully as to cause his death. You have the example
of the heroic Daniel of my text for keeping early memories fresh.
Forget not the old folks at home. Write often; and, if you have
surplus of means and they are poor, make practical contribution, and
rejoice that America is bound to all the world by ties of sanguinity
as is no other nation. Who can doubt but it is appointed for the
evangelization of other lands? What a stirring, melting, gospelizing
theory that all the doors of other nations are open toward us, while