Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1877-02-15
&eadiua fur the Sabbath.
CONDUCTED By
REV. ROBERT LATHAM.
COriginal.]
ALL VANITY.


"Life," says Tupper, "is SO like dream, we
know not where we are." This is in perfect
harmony with the declaration Of the Scrip
lures. All, including, of course, human life,
is vanity and vexation of spirit. There is
nothing real, nothing substantial, nothing en-
during in this world but the joys which
spring from an interest in the atoning blood
of Jesus Christ Wealth is held by its pos
SCISSOR by weak and feeble bond. The gilt
ter of gold may attract attention, but it can
not bring JOY and peace. The palaces of the
rich often resound with loud grosns and Bit
ter sighs. The edict published by the supreme
ruler of the universe, is constantly repeated
in the dwellings of the great. Pompsy, who
proudly boasted that at the stamp Of bis foot
men in sufficient numbers to crush Cesar
would rise up, lay, short time afterward,
upon the shore of the sea lifeless and un'
honored corpse Cesar, his conqueror, fell
but short time after in the Senate Chamber
of Rome by the dagger Of Brutus, and his
blood flowed aroundethe pedestal of the
statue of Pompey. All the power and glory
of both Pompey and Caesar was vanity. Their
power lasted but a moment, and their glory
was but flash.
Life to those who have no interest in the
Lamb of God, cannot but be sad and dreary.
They may smile and laugh, but their joy is
not heartfelt joy. They may carouse. in
sin and seem to be happy, but. such is really
not the case. They are resting under the
sentence of condemnation. The condemned
culprit, confined within massive stone.walls
and secured in his cell by iron bars, may
whistle and sing; but bis heart is heavy with
grief. A load of infamy presses upon him
and the certainty of an ignominious death
makes life more miserable than death. His
mirth is only feigned. 1t is all vanityz-thin
as air-empty as hollowness.
Miserable indeed is the life of the ungodly
sinner. No enjoyment in this world and moth
ing but gloom beyond the tomb.s He may
crafty his sensual appetites and carnal de-
sires, even to the fullest extent; still, all is
vanity. Sweet is rapidly converted into bit
ter, good into evil, and in every fibre of his
body and attribute of his soul, he feels that the
way of the transgressor is hard. All is vanity.
Who can depict the forlorn condition of
the being who has fed, during his stay in this
world, on the crumbs of charity, and been
clad in the rags of poverty, spending an end
less eternity in that drear region where God
has forgotten to be gracious. To perhaps the
majority of the human race, life is without a
single comfort. No home that they can claim
as their OWN; their food of the coarsest kind,
and in quantities just sufficient to keep soul
and body together. To such persons all here
is vanity. Should these individuals miss
heaven should they, after death, instead of
being greeted by smiling father, who will
take them to mansions of bliss, be met by an
angry Judge who will drive them into the
lake that burns with fire and birthstone,
would they not present spectacle which
beggars all description? -..
On the other hand, since contrasting present
misery with past happiness intensifies our
pain, so the rich man in hell will smart when
be recollects even the vain and feeting joys
of time. Whoever of Adams race fails in
this world to secure an interest in the blood
of Jesus, will find out, when it is too late to
be remedied, that all is vanity.