The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1889-02-22

successfully preach no more religion and
viii successfully talk no more religion
than we ourselves have.
What If we could get this whole genera
ton savedi These people who are living
with US the same year and amid the same
stupendous events, and flying toward the
future swifter than eagles to their prey.
We can not stop. They can not stop. We
think we can stop. We say: "Come now,
my friend, let us stop and discuss this
subject" but we do not stop. The year
does not stop, the day does not stop, the
hours do not stop. The year is greet
Wheel aud there is a band on that wheel
that keeps it revolving, and as that Wheel
turns it turns three hundred and sixty-hye
smaller wheels, which are the days ana
then each Of these three hundred and
sixty -fiTe wheels turn twenty-four smaller
wheels, which are the hours, and these
| twenty-four smaller wheels turn sixty
smaller wheels, which are the minutes,
and these sixty smaller wheels turn
| sixty more smaller wheels. which are the
/ seconds, and they keep rolling, rolling,roll,
/ ing, mounting, mounting, mounting, ana
switching, switching. switching. Oh,
GodI if our generation is going like that,
/ and we are going with them, waken us to
/ the short, but tremendous opportunity. l
4 confess to you that my one wish IS TO
/ serve this generation, not TO antagonlze
/ il, not to damage it, not to rule 1t, but to
] serve it. would like to do something to-
ward helping unstIap its load, to stop its
! tears, to balsan its wounds, and to induce
\ it to put foot on the upward road, that has
/ at its terminus reclamation rapturous and
/ gates pearline, and garlands amaranthInes
/ and fountains rainbOwed, and domin1ons
enthrORed and cOroneted, for can not
| forget that lullaby in the closing words of
my text; David, after he had served his
own generation by the will of God, fell on
sleep.V
And. what a lovely sleep it was. IN
| filial Absalom did not trouble it. AM
/ bilious Adoniiah did not worry it. Per-
! scouting Saul did not harrow it. Exile
did not fill it with nightmare. Since
red headed boy amid his fathers hocks at
night, he had not had such good sleep.
At seventy years Of age he lay down to it.
He has had many troubled sleep, as in
the cayerns OF Adullam or in the palace
at the time his enemies were attempting
his capture. But this was peaceful
! sleep, a calm sleep, a restful sleep,
| glorious sleep. 1After he had served his
! generation by the will of God, he fell on
Sleep" Oh, what a good thing is sleep
after a hard days work! 1t takes all the
aching out of the head and all the weari-
ness out Of the limbs and all the smarting
| out of the eyes. From it we
4 rise in the morning and it is &
new world. And if we, like David,
serve our generation, we Will at Hfe's
| close, have most desirable and refresh
ing sleep. In it will vanish our last
fatigue Of body, our last worriment of
mind, our last sorrow Of soul. To the
Christians body that was hot with raging
fevers SO that the attendants must, by
sheer force, keep on the blankets, it will
be the cool sleep. To those who are thin
blOOded and shivering with agues, it will
be the warm sleep. To those who, be-
cause of physical disorders were terrified
with night visions, it will be the dream
less sleep. To nurses and doctors and
mothers who were walzened- almost every
hour of the night by those to whom they
ministered or over whom they watched,
| it viii be the undistur1bed sleep. To those
who could not go to bed till late at night
, and must rise early in the, morning and
before getting rested, it will be the long
sleep.
In the museum of Greenwich Hospital,
England, there is fragment of a book
that was found in the Arctic regions amid
the relics of Sir John Franklin, who had
persisted amid the snow and ice, and the
leaf of that piece Of a book was turned
down at the words: "When thou passest
/ through the waters viii be with thee.''
Having served his generation in the cause
!
j God, he fell on sleep.
Why will you keep us all so nervous
talking about that which is only dormi-
tory and a pillowed slumber. canopied by
angels wings? Sleep Transporting sleep
And what a glorious awakening! You and
have sometimes been thoroughly be-
: wildered after long and fatiguinS
: /. journey; we have stopped at a friends
house for the night, and after hours
! of complete uncons ciOusness we have
| opened + our eyes. the high-risen
, sun full in our faces, and, before we could
/. fully collect our faculties, have said
"Where am 1? Whose house is this and
> whose are these gardens?" And then il
has flashed upon rs in glad reality And
1 should not wonder if, after we have
! served our generation and, by the will OF
! God, have fallen on sleep, the deep sleep
! the restful sleep, we should awake Ia
blissful bewilderment and for q little
, while say: ''Where am I? What place
! is this2 Who hung this upholstery? What
! fountains are those tossing in the lighti
: | Why, this looks like Heaven? 1t is
: 1t is. Why, there is a building grander
than all the castles of earth heaved
: into a mountain of splendor; that
must be the palace of Jesus. And, look
there, at those walks lined with foliage
more beautiful than any thing ever saw
before, and see those who are walking
I down those aisles of verdure. From
what have heard of them, those two arm
: in arm must be Moses and Joshua, him
of Mount Sinai and him of the haltinp
. sun over AjalOn. And those two walking
arm in arm must be John and Paul. the
one so gentle and the other 50 mighty
And those two with the robes as brilliant
as though made out of the cooled-of1
7 flames of martyrdom, must be John Huss
t But must not look any longer at those
gardens of beauty, but examine this build
1 ing in which have just awakened. looh
out of the window this way and that and
t up and down, and find it is a mansion oil
t immense size in which 1 am stopping
Q All its windows are agate and It's colon
q nades Of porphyry and alabaster. Why
n I wonder if this is not the house Of
a ''many mansion" of which 1 used tc
v read? 1t is, it is. There must be many
K of my kindred and friends in this
. very mansion. Hark! whose are those
voices, whose are those bounding feet?
e open the door and see, and 10! they are
n coming through all the corridors and III
y and down all the stairs, our long-abseni
J. kindred. Why, there is father, there is
: mother, there are the children. All young
again. All of us together again. And as
: we embrace each other with the cry;
"Never more to partl never moro tc
. partP' the arches, the alcoves, the
halAWayS ecno and re-echO tbs
words: "Neyer more to part? never
$ more--tO part" Then our glorious
e friends say: "Come out with as and sec
d Heaven" And, some Of them bounding
d ahead of ms and sotneaof them stoppinf
beside, us, we start down the ivory stair.
: way. And we meet coming up one of the
g kings Of ancient Israel, somewhat small
!, of stature, but having a countenance ra-
r diant with thousand victories. And as
oil ,1,aSr Fr,k
g of Heaven l cry out: "WhO is he" and
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