The Greenville times. [volume] (Greenville, Miss.) 1868-1917, 1889-03-09
ELOQUENT SAN JONES.

we make lnc lOllONlus eAttucte ttoAu
the report of a sermon at Sacramento
by the Rev. sam Jones:
WHAT I HAVE WRITTEN, HAvE wRfrrES.
The speaker said: There are two
something's and one someone that you
aud | had to DO with yesterday we
have to do with them to-day, and we
shall have to do with them forever
conscience, record aud God. Conscience,
that reigning prince in my bosom,
eommending what is right ssd prohib-
ihng what is wrong. The poet was
nearly right when be said:
"what conscience dictates to be done,
Crwarns me not to do.
This teach me more than hell to shun,
That more than heaven pursue"
Where is the man in this audience
that never felt the pangs aud pains of
a tortured conscience? that something
that viii not let me eat, be the table
loaded with the richest food; that will
not let me sleep, though the bed Is
soft aud downy that something, when
all the world is gay about me, makes
me hang my head in shame. Oh, con-
science, thou awful tribunal, accusing
condemning me for thousand acts of
my life!
THE RECORD.
Every man in this audience has his
record just as truly as ho has his con-
science. My record is as much a part
of me as my conscience; my record is
as inseparable from me as an individ-
usl, as this hand is inseperable from
this body.
"Oh,' you say, "Mr Jones, the sur
geon can amputate my ARM No, sir,
was once sitting by the side of an old
soldier, and his empty sleeve was dan
Cling by his side, and he said; "This
hand has been hurting me all day.
(Which handF | asked. This one,'
replied the man, holding up his empty
sleeve. "Why,' said |, "there is no
hand there "Yes, there is,' he said !;
they told me this whole arm was bur-
led on the battlefield near Gettysburg,
but 1t is as truly there to-day as 1t ever
was, aud the palm of this hand and the
fingers have been itching and burning
me all day. Inseperable! My record,
your record, is part of you and |.
4 The conscience and record, like two
index fingers, pointing right up to the
great God. 1t was thought like this
that made the poet say:
II Is not ell OF life to live,
Nor all OF death to die
"What have written, l have writ
ten | say that when you or step
ped across the line Of accountability
, our hearts were blank tablets and
since then we have been writing down
testimony by which we shall stand OF
fall at the judgment seat. You may
go down here to this depot and take
that engine and attach little piece of
mechanism to II and II may start for
New York, thence to New Orleans and
then back again and you do not have to;
ask the engineer how many miles IL
has made. Just open the little instru-
ment and there is the record-how
many miles IL made between various
stations, how long It stopped here or
there and what time was consumed in
making the whole or part of the trip.
II is all there.
My record! Now, If you can make
al engine keep the record OF its travels
and its time, how much more can the
great God make us keep up our records
of our daily lives by which we must
stand or fall at the last day? Come to
the Fifth-avenue Hotel in New York.
Here in one room are fifty gas jets
burning, In another five, in another
one. How do you suppose they keep
q record of the gas burned there? Let
us ask the proprietor, lie takes us
down into the cellar and strikes q
match and shows us under the stairs a
little box with q dial on IL, and as he
points to.that little quivcring hand he
, says. "There is the record of what
gas is burned in tins hotel.' My rec
ord The day you stepped across the
: line of accountability you began to
: write and have been writing ever since
+ and some of you have written down
enough to make the Devil hide his
4: black face under his wing when he
looks upon the record he has written
Greenleaf tells us that evidence must
: correspond with allegation. lie
also tells us no oral testimony shall be
introduced to alter written. Written
testimony is better than oral. Joseph
0 II. Lumpkins, one of the grandest
jurists ever saw, said, Il would rather
trust the smallest slip of paper thar
g the mightiest memory man was evel
! gifted WITH