The Russellville Democrat., 1889-02-21
PRICE FIVE CENTS.

| smaller wheels, WHICH are the plySs anu
 then each of these three hundred and
 sixty-fv 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,rou-
 ing, mounting, mounting, mounting, and swiftening, switching. swiftening. Oh, God if our generation is going like that,
 and we are going with them, waken us to the short, but tremendous opportunity. l confess to you that my one wish is to serve this generation, not 10 a2tagonize | 1t, not to damage it, not to rule it, but to 1 serve it. I would like to do something to-
 ward helping unstrap it's load, to stop it's
 tears, to balsam it's wounds, and to induce
 it to put foot on the upward road that has
 at it's terminus exclamation rapturous and | gates pearEne, and garlands amaranthine,
 and fountains rainbowed, and dominlons
 enthroned and coroneted, for I 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"
 And what a lovely sleep 1t wac. Un- | flial Absalom did not trouble it. Ann
 bilious Adonijah did not worry it. Per-
 scouting Saul did not harrow it. Exile
 did not fill it wih nightmare. Since 1 red-headed boy amid his fathers ffocks nt
 night, he had not had such good sleep. At seventy years of age he lay down to 1t. | He has had many troubled sleep, as in the caverns of Adullam or in the palace
 at the time his enemIes were attempting
 his capture. But this was a peaceful l Slnpn a calm ciaan a rpGffu1 glppD. | glorious sleep. After he had served his generation by the will of God, he fell on 1 sleep" Oh what a good thing is sleep after a hard days work! IL 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
 rise in the morning and it is a
 new w>:ld. And if we, like David,
 serve our generation, we will, at life's | close, have most desirable and refresh- 1 ing sleep. In it will vanish our last fatigue of body, our last worriment of mind, our last sorrow of soul. To the Christian's body that was hot with raging levers 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 wakeaed almost every hour of the night by those to whom they
 ministered or over whom they watched, it will be the undisturbed sleep. To those who could not go to bed till late at night and must rise early in the morning aud before getting rested, it will be the long sleep.
 Away with all your gloomy talk about departure from this world. If we have served our generation it will not be put ting out into the breakers, it will not be the fight with the King of Terrors; it will be going to sleep. A friend writing me from Illinois says that Rev. Dr. Wlngate, president of Wake Forest College, North Carolina, after most useful life, fou1gd his last day on earth his happiest day, and that in his last moments he seemed to be personally talking with Christ, as friend with friend, saying: ''Oh, how delightful it is. knew you would be with me when the time came, and l knew it would be sweet, but did not know it would be as sweet as 1t is" The fact was he had served his generation in the Gospel minis
 try and by the will of God he fell on sleep. When in Africa, Majwara, the serv- ant, looked into the tent of David Liv- ingstone, and found him on his knees; he stepped back, not wishing to disturb him in prayer, and some time after went in and found him in the same posture, and stepped back again, but after awhile went in and touched him, and To! the great traveller had finished his last journey, and had died in the grandest and mightiest posture a man ever takes-on his knees h
 the scroll of continent, and by the will of God fell on sleep. Grimshaw, the evan gelist, when asked how he felt in his laGt moments, responded: "As happy as can be on earth, and as sure glory as if I were in it. I have nothing to do but to step out of this bed into Heaven." Hav- ing served his generation in successful evangelism by the will of God, he fell on sleep.
 Why will you keep us all so nervous talking about that which is only a dormi- tory and pillowed slumber, canopied by angels wingsY Sleep Transporting sleepi And what glorious awal.eningi You and 1 have some times been thoroughly be- wildered after long and fatiguinl journey; we have stopped at friends house for the night, and after hours of complete unconsc sciousness we have opened our eyes, the high-risen sun full in our faces, and, before we could fully collect our faculties, have sad: "Where am I? Whose house is this, and whose are these gardens" And then it has flashed upon us in glad reality, And I 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 in hlicgfu1 hauFil dormant and while say: "Where am Ia What place is this? Who hung this upholstery What fountains are those tossing in the light? Why, this looks like Heavenf It Is. It is. Why, there is building grander than all the castles of earth heaved into mountain of splendor; that must be the palace of Jesus. And, look there. at those walks lined with Q foliage more beautiful than any thing ever saw before, and see those who are walking 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 halting sun over AjalOn. And those two walking arm in arm must be John and Paul, the one so gentle aud the other so mighty. And those two with the robes as brilliant as though made out of the cooled of flames of martyrdom, must be Johu Huss and Hugh Lotimer.
 But must not look any longer at those gardens of beauty, but examine this build ing in which have just awakened. look out of the window this way and that and up and down, and find it is mansion of immense size in which I am stopping. All it's windows are agate and its colon nades of porphyry and alabaster. Why, l wonder if this is not the house of many mansion" of which l used to readf It is, it is. There must be many of my kindred and friends in this very mansion. Hark whose are those voices, whose are those bounding feetY I open the door and see, and To they are coming through all the corridors and up and down all the stairs, our long-absent kindred. Why, there is father there is