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of mortal dissolution, while they themselves, dry-shod, marched forward 
to the Land of Promise. 
“Gates of jasper, capstone of amethyst, thrones of dominion, do not 
so much affect my soul,” once said a great Christian orator, “as the thought 
of Home. Once there, no sorrow, no crying, no tears, no death; but home! 
Sweet home! Beautiful home ! Glorious home! Everlasting home! 
Home with each other! Home with angels ! Home with Mother ! Home 
with Father! Home with God ! Home !” 
But, we are yet wanderers, though tending homeward—towards 
Heaven. With the Scripture we still must say: “We are sojourners, . . 
and strangers, as were all our fathers.and there is no stay.”— 
I Paralip. (Chronicles) xxix., 15. And again, with St. Paul: “We have 
not here a lasting city, but we seek one that is to come” (Hebr. xiii., 14). 
A modern writer bears the following edifying testimony of St. Via* 
teur, of Lyons, in the fourth century: “Providentially, as it were, the 
name Viateur* was conferred on the child who was to realize in after life 
the meaning of the name, by being the constant companion of Bishop Just 
during that prelate’s long exile. Hot only did he thus literally verify the 
meaning of his name by becoming a voyager on earth, but he also fulfilled 
the mystical sense of the word, traveler, by his absolute detachment from 
earthly pleasures, thereby proving that he was only a stranger on the earth, 
aspiring with all the ardor of his soul to the possession of the abode of last¬ 
ing peace and true delights.” 
“Now in the meanwhile, with hearts raised on high, 
We for our country must pine and must sigh; 
Seeking Jerusalem, dear native land, 
Through our long exile on Babylon’s strand.” 
—Ancient Hymn. 
And, says beautifully Elizabeth Browning: 
•Viator—a wayfarer. 
