The Forrest City times., 1891-08-14

snakes out the feathers, and then tolos down in the place thereof sighs, ana groans and generations, and then makes you put your head on it. Oh, ye who have tried this world, is 1t a satisfactory portion? Would you ad- wise your friends to make the invest ment? No. "Ye have sold yourselves for nought.' Your conscience went. Your hope went. Your Bible went. Your heaven went. Your God went. When a sheriff under a writ from the courts sells man out, the officer generally leaves a few chairs and bed, and . few cups and knives; but in this awful vendue in which you have been engaged the auctioneer's mallet has come down upon body, mind, and soul: Going! Gonel "Ys have sold yourselves for naught."
 How could you do so? Did you think that your soul was mere trinket which for few pennies you could buy in toy shop? Did you think that your soul, if once lost, might be found again if you went out with torches and lanterns? Did you think that your soul was short-lived. and that, pant ing, it would soon lie down for extinc- tion? Or had you no idea what your soul was worth? Did you ever put your forefingers on its eternal pulses? Have you not felt the quiver. of it's peerless wing? Have you not known that, after leaving the body, the first step of your soul reaches to the stars, and the next step to the farthest out posts of Gods universe and that 1t will not die until the day when the ever lasting Jehovah expires? Oh, my brother, what possessed you that you should part with your soul so cheap? "Ye have sold yourselves for nought."
 "Oh,' says some one, ''the thought of blood sickens me-" Good. God in tended it to sicl<en you with your sin. Do not act as though you had nothing to do with that Calvarian massacre. You had. Your sins were the imple- ments of torture. Those implements were not made of steel, and iron, and wood, so much as out of your sins. Guilty of this homicide, and this regi- eide, and the decide, confess your guilt to-day. Ten thousand voices,of heaven bring in the verdict against you of guilty, guilty. Prepare to die or be- leve in the blood. Stretch yourself out for sacrifice, or accept the Saviour's sacrifice. Do not fling away your one chance.
 hOulh Nou HUI ilNt lo pS lItSs hCIC is the price of your liberation-not money, but blood. I tremble from head to foot. not because 1 fear your presence, but because l fear that ycu will miss your chance for immortal rescue. This is the alternative divine ly put; ''He that believeth on the Son shall have everlasting life; and he that believeth not on the Son shall not see life, but the wrath of God abideth on him. In the last day, if you now re- ject Christ every drop of that sacrifi- cial blood instead of pleading for your release as it would have pleaded if you had repented, will plead against you.
 o Lord God of the judgment dayl avert that calamity! Let us see tho quick flash of the cimeter that stays the sin but saves the sinner. Strike. omnipotent God. for the souls deliver ance. Beat, O eternal sea! with all thy waves against the barren beach of that rocky soul, and make it tremble. 0hl the oppressiveness of the hour, tho minute, the second. on which the souls destiny quivers, and this is that hour, that minute, that second
 Now, says the captain. flor the shore Pull away, now, pull! !" The people on the land were afraid the life boat had gone down. They said How long the boat stays. Why, it must have been swamped and they have all perished together" And there were men and women on the pier-heads and on the beach wringing their hands and while they waited aud watched, they saw something looming up through the mist, and it turned out to be the life boat. As soon as 1t came within speaking distance the people on the shore cried out: Did you save any of them? Dld you save any of them?" And as the boat swept through the boiling surf and and came to the pier-head. the captain waved his hand over the exhausted sailors that lay flat on the bottom of the boat. and cried: All saved, Thank God! All saved! So may 1t be to- day. The waves of your sin run high, the storm is on you, but I cheer you with this Gospel hope. God grant that within the next ten minutes we may row with you into the harbor of Gods mercy And when these Christian men gather around to see the result of this service. and the glorifed gathering of the pier-hcads of heaven to watch and to listen, may we be able to report all savedl Young and old, good and bad! All saved! Saved for time. Saved for eternity. And so 1t came to pass that they all escaped safe to land"