The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1891-08-13


have oae week q such enjoyment, even
thoogh be lost h's soul by IL. All
that was the rub. He DID lo~e his sou.
by Il! Cyrus tho Coaqaeror thoaghs
for little while that he was making q
fine thing out Of this world. and yet bo-
fore he came 10 his grave he wrote out
this pitifui epitaph for his monument:
Il am Cyrus l occupied the Persian
empire. ] was king over Asia Be
grudge NE not this monument" But
the world In after years plowed up his
sepuicbcr.
HAPPyt sol
The world clapped its hands and
stamped It's feet In honor Of Charles
Lamb, but what does no sayl "Twalk
up and down, thinking I arn happy,
Dut .f-valug I a.u not Call the -eti,
and Be quick shout II. Samuel John
son, the learnedl Happyi mo. I am
afraid shall soma day get crazy"
William Hazlitt the great essayistl
Happyi 'No. ] have been Tor two
hours and half going up and down
Paternoster row With a volcano In my
breast" Smollet. the witty authori
Happyi "No. am sick OF praise
and blame, and l wish TO God that
had such circumstances around mo that
could throw my pen into oblivion"
Buchanan, the world renowned writ
er, exiled from his own country, ap-
pealing to Henry VIII for protectionl
Happyf mo. Over mountains COW
cred with snow aud through valleys
flooded with rain come fugitive" I"
Molicre, the popular dramatic author.
Happyi "No. That wretch Of an actor
Just now recited four Of my lines with
out the proper accent and gesture. 10
have the children of my brain so hung,
drawn and. quartered tortures me like
a condemned spirit"
Invent to see worldling die. As
went into tho hall saw its floor was
| tesselIated, and it's wall was a picture
gallery. I found his death chamber
adorned with tapestry until II seemed
as II the clouds of the setting sun had
settled In the room. Tho man had
given forty years to the world-his wit,
his time, his genius. his talent, his soul
Did the world come in to stand by his
deathbed, and clearing off the Walls OF
bitter medicine, put down any com.
pensauoni Oh, mol The world doee
not like sick and dying people, and
leaves them in the lurch. 1t ruined
this man, and then left him. He had q
magnificent funeral. All the ministers
wore scarfs, and there were forty-thre<
carriages In a row; but the departed
man appreciated not the obsequies.
VERY POOR INVESTMENT.
want to persuade my audience thai
this world Is poor Investment; that i
does not pay ninety per cent. of salts
faction, nor eighty per cent. nor TWEEN
one; that it gives no solace when ,
dead babe lies on your lap; that 1
gives no peace when conscience ring
its alarm; that it gives no explanation
in the day of dire trouble, and at th'
time of your decease it takes hold o
the pillow case and shakes out tn
feathers, and then jolts down In tin
place thereof sighs and groans and ex
ecrations, and then makes you pu
your head Oh it.
Oh, ye who have tried this world, i
it a satisfactory portionl Would yol
advise your friends to make the invest
menti No. "Ye have sold yourselve
for naught" Your conscience went
Your hope went. Your Bible went
Your heaven went Your God went
When sheriff under writ from tn
court sells man out, the officer ger
orally leaves few chairs and bed
and few cups and knives; but in thl
awful vendue in which you have bee
engaged the auctioneer's mallet ha
come down upon body. mind and sou
Goingl Gonei 'Ye have sold yosll
selves for naught.
How could you do sof Did you thin
, that your soul was mere trinket whic
for a few pennies you could bay In
toy shopl Did you think that yoc
soul, If once lost, might be found asai
If you went out with torches and lar
, terns7 Did you think that your 90,
was short lived, and that, painting,
3 would soon lie down for extinction3 {
I had you no idea what your soul WI
+ WORTH Did you ever put your for
|, fingers on it's eternal pulses? Have yo
9 ever felt the culver of its peerless win
. Have you not known that. after lea
q ing the body. the first step of your 30
+ reaches TO the stars, and the next step
o the farthest outposts OF Gods univers
l. and that. il will not die until the ds
IL when the everlasting Jehovah expire
L Oh, my brother. what possessed "
9 that you should part with your soul
o cheapl "Ye have sold yourselves
:! naughtr
re CARRY THR cAsx TO HEAVENS HIe
ID COURT.
But l have some good news TO +
g. you. / went to engage in a litigatis
10 for the recovery OF that soul OF you
ID I want to s'low that you have be
re cheated out of it. ! want to prove,
ie will, that you were crazy on that sd
ct iect and that the world, under such c
st cumstances, had no right to take I
TO title deed from you, and II You =
u Join me | shall get decree from {
Ut high chancery court of heaven ne
VI stating you into the possession OF yo
IN soul. "Oh.r you say. Il am afraid
I'd lawsuits; they are 50 expensive, and
I'd cannot pay the cost" Then have J
Id forgotten the last half OF my text3 .
m have sold yourself for naught; and
is shall be redeemed without money"
lis Money Is good for great ma
ut things, but it cannot do anything
d this matter of the soul You cam
his buy your way through Dollars @
pounds sterling mean nothing at
ed gate of mercy. II you could buy y
IL salvation, heaven would be gf
ne speculation. an extension OF Wall STR
en- Bad men would go up and buy out
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