The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1891-08-21

SOEbuACb INC AAhc a COHucu1ueO spirit
went 70 see a wording die. AS ]
went into the hall saw its floor was
tessellated, and its wall was a picture
gallery. / found his death-chamber
adorned with tapestry until it seemed
as If the clouds of the setting sun had
settled in the room. The man had
given forty years to the world-his wit,
his time, his genius, his talents, his
soul Did the world come in to stand
at his death-bed, and clearing off the
walls of bitter medicine, put down any
Compensatory Oh, no! The world
does not like sick and dying people.
and leaves them in the lurch. 1t ruined
this man, and then left him. He had a
magnificent funeral All the ministers
wore scarfs, and there were forty-three
carriages in a row; but the departed
man appreciated not the obsequies.
want to persuade my audience that
this world is poor investment; that it
does not pay ninety per cent. of salts
faction, nor eighty per cent, nor TWEEN
ty per cent, nor two per cent, nor one;
that it gives no solace when dead babe
lies on your lap; that il gives no peace
when conscience rings its alarm; that
it gives no explanation in the day of
dire trouble; and at the time of your
decease it takes hold of your pillow
then jolts down in the place thereof
signs, and groans, and excavations, and
then makes you put your head on it.
Oh, We who have tried this world, is it
a satisfactory portion? Would you ad-
wise your friends to make the invest
ment? No. eye have sold yourselves
for nought." Your conscience went.
Your hope went Your Bible went.
Your Heaven went Your God went.
When sheriff under a writ from the
courts sells man ont, the officer gen
orally leaves few chairs and bed.
and few cups and knives; but in this
awful vendue in which you have been
engaged the auctioneers mallet has
Gciag! Gonel ''Ye have sold your
selves for nought"
How could you do so? Did you think
that your soul was mere trinket which
for a few pennies you could buy a toy
shop? Did you ever think that your
soul, if once lost, might be found again
If you went out with torches and Ian
terms? Did you think that your soul
was short-lived, and that, painting, it
would soon lie down for extinction?
Or had you no idea what your soul was
worth? Did you ever put your fore
fingers on its eternal pulses? Have
you not felt the culver of its peerless
wing? Have you not known that, after
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soul reaches to the stars, and the next
step to the farthest outposts of Gods
universe, and that it will not die until
the day when the everlasting Jehovah
expires? Oh, my brother, what possessed
you that you should part with your soul
so cheap? Eye have sold yourselves
for nought."
But l have some good news to tell
you / want to engage in a litigation
for the recovery of that soul of yours.
l want to show that you have been
cheated out of it. i want to prove, as /
will, that you were crazy on that sub
ject, and that the world, under such cir
cumstances, had no right to take the
title deed from you; and if you will join
me / shall get decree from the High
you into the possession of your soul.
oh" you say, II am afraid of law
suits; they are so expensive, and 1 can
not pay the cost" Then have you for
gotten the last half of my text? "Ye
have sold yourself for nought; and We
shall be redeemed without money"
Money is good for great many
things, but it can not do anything in
this matter of the soul You can not
buy your way through. Dollars and
pounds sterling means nothing at the
gate of mercy. If you could buy your
salvation, Heaven would be great
speculation, an extension of Wall street.
Bad men would go up and buy out the
place, and leave us to shift for our
selves. But as money is not lawful
tender, what is? / answer, Blood!
Whose? Are we to go through? Oh.
no; it wants richer blood than ours
1t wants kings blood. 1t must
be poured from royal arteries. 1t
must be a sinless torrent. But
where is the king? / see great
many thrones and great many occu-
pants, yet none of them seem to be
coming down to the rescue. But after
awhile the clock of the night in Bethle-
hem strikes twelve, and the silver pen
dulum of a star swings across the sky,
and / see the King of Heaven rising up,
and He descends and steps down
from star to star, and from cloud
to cloud, lower and lower, I'M
cred hills, and then on to another
L IL
at the sharp stroke OK persecution, a
rill incarnadine tricl1lce down, and we
who could not be redeemed by money
are redeemed by precious and imperial
blood.
We have in this day professed Chris
tians who are so rarefied and ethereal
lied that they do not want a religion of
blood. What do they want? You
seem to want religion of brains. The
Bible says: lin the blood is the life"
No atonement without blood. Ought
not the apostle to know? What did he
say? aye are redeemed not with cor
ruptible things, such as silver and gold,
but BY the precious blood of Christ
You put your lancet into the arm of
our holy religion and withdraw the
blood, and you leave it a mere corpse,
fit only for the grave. Why did God
command the priests of old to strike
the knife into the kid, and the goat,
and the pigeon, and the bullock, and
the lamb? 1t was so that when the
blood rushed out from these animals
on the floor of the ancient tabernacle
the people should be compeled to think
of the coming carnage of the son of