The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1888-08-02

bones cracked anu sHe CrieO lie said:
ssDon't cry, don't cry; this isn't
thumbscrew; this is a nosegay.'' And
they heard the child's cry, and the
| father and mother came out, and Claver-
house said: 'sHa! it seems that you
three have laid your holy heads together
determined to die like the rest of your
hypocritical, canting, sniveling crew;
rather than give up good Mr.. Atkins,
pious Mr.. Atkins, you would die. Ihaye
a telescope with me that will improve
your vision,'' and he pulled out pistol.
Now" he said, s'you old pragmatical.
lest you should catch cold in this cold
morning of Scotland, and for the honor
and safety of the king, to say
nothing of the glory of God and
the good of our souls, I will
proceed simply and in the neatest
and most expeditions style possible to
blow your brains out. John Brown fell
upon his knees and began to pray.
"Ah!" said Claverhouse, .slook out if
you are going to pray; steer clear of the
king, the council and Richard Came
ROM esOf Lord" said John Brown.
'ssince it seems to be thy will that /
should leave this world for a world
where can love thee better and serve
thee more, put this poor widow woman
and these helpless fatherless children
into thy hands. We have been together
in peace good while, but now we must
look forth to better meeting in heaven,
and as for these poor creatures, blind
folded and infatuated, that stand before
me. convert them before it be too late
and may they who have sat in Judgment
in this lonely place on this blessed morn
ing upon me, a poor, defenseless fellow
creature-may they, in the last judg-
ment, find that mercy which they have
kkefused to me, thy most unworthy, but
4 faithful servant. Amen" He rose up
and said: Isabel, the hour has come of
which l spoke to you on the morning
when proposed hand and heart to you;
and are you willing now, for the love of
God, to let me die?'' She put her arms
around him and said: 1.-The Lord gave
and the Lord hath taken away. Blessed
be the name Of the Lordr' ''Stop that
sniveing," said Claverhouse. II have
had enough of it. Soldiers, do your
work. Take aiml Fire!'' And the
head of John Brown was scat
tered on the ground While the wife
was gathering up in her apron the frag-
ments of her husbands head-gathering
them up for Claverhouse looked
into her face and said: Nov, my good
woman, how do you feel now about your
bonnie man?'' "Ohl" she said, Il al
ways thought weel of him; he has been
very good to me; I had no reason for
thinking anything but weel of him, and
I think better of him now." 0, what a
grand thing it will De in the last day to
see God pick out his heroes and heroines.
Who are those paupers trudging off from
the gates of heaven? Who are they?
The Lord Claverhouses and the Herods
and those who had scepters, and crowns,
and thrones, but they lived for their own
ACKNOWLEDGMENT, and they broke the heart
of nations. Heroes of earth, but paupers
in eternity. 1 beat the drums of their
eternal despair. Woe! woe! woe!
But there is great excitement in
heaven. Why those long professions?
Why the booming of that great bell in
the tower? 1t is coronation day in
heaven.
Who are those rising on the thrones
with crowns of eternal royalty? They
must have been great people on the
earth, world renowned people. No.
They taught in a ragged school.
Taught in ragged school! Is that all?
That is all. Who are those souls waving
seepters of eternal dominion? Why, they
are little children who waited on invalid
mothers That all? That is all. She
was called Little Mary" on earth.
She is an empress now. Who
are that great multitude on the
highest thrones of heaven2 Who
are they? Why, they fed the
hungry, they clothed the naked, they
healed the sick, they comforted the
heartbroken. They never found any rest
until they put their head down on the
pillow of the sepulcher. God watched
them. God laughed defiance at the enc
mics who put their heels hard down on
these his dear children; and one day the
Lord struck his hand so hard on his
thigh that the omnipotent sword ratified
in the buckler, as he said: II am their
them shall prosper. What harm can
the world do you when the Lord AL
mighty with unsheathed sword fights for
you?
I preach this sermon for comfort. Go
home to the place just where God has
put you, to play the hero or the heroine.
Do not-envy any man his money, or his
applause, or his social position. Do not
envy any woman her wardrobe, or her
exquisite appearance. Be the hero or the
heroine. If there be no flour in the
house, and you do not know where your
children are to get bread, listen, and you
will hear something tapping against the
window pane. Go to the window and
you will find it is the beak of raven,
and open the window and there will fly
in the messenger that fed Elijah. Do
you think that the God who grows the
cotton of the south will let you freeze
for lack of clothes2 Do you think that
the God who allowed the disciples on
Sunday morning to go into the grain
field, and then take the grain and rub it
in their hands and eat-do you think God
will let you starvea Did you ever hear
the experience of that old man: 81 have
been young, and now am old, yet have
never seen the righteous forsaken,
or his seed begging bread?'' Get up
out of your Encouragement, OF troubled
soul, O! sewing woman, o! man
kicked and cuffed by unjust en-
ployers, o! we who are hard beset in
the battle of life and know not which
way to turn, q you hereft one, OF you
sick one with complaints you have told
to no one, come and get the comfort OF
this subject. Listen to our great cap
tain's chrer: F'To him that overoometh
will give to eat Of the fruit of the tree
Of life which is in the midst OF the para
disc of God.''