The southern argus. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Cherokee County, Kan.) 1891-1???, 1891-08-13

popular dramatic author! Happy? mo
That wretch Of an actor just now re-
cited four of my lines without the
proper accent and gesture. To have
the children of my brain SO hung,
drawn and quartered, fortunes me like
q condemned spirit
went to see wording die. AS
went into the hall / saw its floor was
tessellated, and it's wall was a picture
gallery. / found his death chamber
adorned with tapestry until it seemed
as it the clouds of the setting sun had
settled in the room. The man had
given forty years to the world-his wit,
his time, genius, his talent, his soul
Did the world come in to stand by his
death bed, and clearing off the walls of
bitter medicine, put down any compen-
sation? 0, 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 mageif-
cent funeral All the ministers wore
scarfs, and there were forty-three car
riages in 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
twenty per cent, nor two per cent,
nor one; that it gives no solace when
dead babe lies on your lap; that it gives
no peace when conscience rings an
alarm; that it gives no explanation in
the day Of dire trouble; and at the time
of your decease it takes hold of the
pillow case, and shakes out the feath-
ers, and then jolts down in the
place thereof signs, and groans,
and excavations, and then makes you
put your head on it. o, We who have
tried this world, is it satisfactory por-
ton? Would you advise your friends
to make the investment? 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
writ sells man out, the officer gen.
orally 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! Gone! "Ye have sold your
selves for nought."
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 lam
terms? Did you thi TX that your soul
was too short lived and that, painting,
it would soon lie down for extinction?
Or had you no idea what your soul was
worth? O, my brother, what possessed
you that you should part with your
soul So cheap? aye have sold your
selves for nought"
But | have some good news to tell |
you. want to engage in a litigation |
tor the recovery of that soul of yours. |
want to show that you have been
cheated out of it. / want to prove, as |
will, that you were crazy on that sub
Jet, and that the world, under such |
had no right to take the |
title deed from you; and if you will |
oin me | shall get decree from the
High Court Of Heaven reinstating you
nto the possession of your soul.
Money is good for good many
Kings, but it cannot do anything in
his matter of the soul You cannot
1uy your way through. Dollars and
pounds sterling mean nothing at the
rate Of mercy. II you could buy your
aviation, Heaven would be a great
an extension of Wall
treet Bad men would go up and buy
nut the place, and leave us to shift for
ourselves. But, if money is not the
awful tender, what is? Twill answer:
Blood! Whose? Are we to go through
he slaughter? 0, no; it was richer
'lood than ours. 1t wants a kings
'lood. 1t must be poured from royal
rteries. 1t must be a sinless torrent.
But where is the king? / see a
treat many thrones and great many
occupants, yet none seem to be coming
own to the rescue. But after awhile
he clock of night in Bethlehem strikes
welve, and the silver pendulum of a
tar swings across the sky, and | see
he King Of Heaven rising up, and he
escends, and steps down from star to
tar, and from cloud to cloud, lower
nd lower, until he touches the sheep
overed hills, and then on to another
i'll, this last skull-shaped. and there at
he sharp stroke of persecution a rill
trickles down, and we who
Guild not be redeemed by money are
edeemed by precious and imperial
lood
We have in this day protested Chris
ans who are 50 rarefed and ethereal
ed that they do not want religion of
lood. What do you want? You seem
} want religion of brains The Bible
iys: in the blood is the life" No
tenement without blood. Ought not
le apostle to know? What did he say?
Ye are redeemed not with corruptible
lings, such as silver and gold, but by
lie precious blood of Christ" No {
lood, no atonement
/ think that God intends to impress
) with vividness of that color The
raan Of tha GRASS the blue of tho Sl<v |