The Dalles daily chronicle. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, 1891-09-05
OF my brain so hung. drawn and quartered
tortures me like a condemned spirit"

OF my Drain SO nungs drawn ana Quarlereo-
, tortures me like a condemned spirit.
A woRLDLING's DEATH.
Invent to see wordling die. AS went
into the hall | saw its floor was tessellated,
and it's wall was picture gallery. / found
his death chamber adorned with tapestry
until it seemed rs if the clouds of the set
ting sun had settled in the room. The
man had given forty years to the world
bis wit, his time, his genius, his talent, his
soul Did the world come in to stand by
his deathbed. and clearing off the vials of
bitter medicine, put down any compensa-
ton? Oh, moi 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 magnificent funeral.
All the ministers wore scarfs, and there
were forty three carriages in a row; but
the departed man appreciated not the OBJ
seQuies.
l want to persuade my audience that
this world is poor investment; that it
does not pay ninety per cent. of satisfac-
ton, 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 con-
science rings its alarm; that it gives no ex-
planation in the day of dire trouble; and
at the time of your decease it takes hold of
the pillow case and shakes out the feathers,
and then jolts down in the place thereof
SISuS dUQ SFOdIIS duue8eCrelUiOuS tuu bAcu
makes you put your head on it.
Oh, ye who have tried this world, is it a
satisfactory portion? Would you advise
your friends to make the Investment? No.
''Ye have sold yourselves for naught."
Your conscience went. Your hope went.
Your Bible went Your heaven went.
Your God went. When a sheriff under
writ from the courts sells man out the
officer generally leaves few chairs and a
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 yourselves for
naught."
ONCE LOST 1T is GONE FOREVER.
How could you do so? Did you think
that your soul was a mere trinket which
for few pennies you could buy in a 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. painting, you would soon lie
down for extinction? Or had you no idea
what your soul was worth? Did you
ever put your eorefngers on it's eternal
pulses? Have you not felt the quiver of its
| 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 outposts of Gods uni
verse. 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?
''Ye have sold yourselves for naught"
But have some good news to tell you.
want to engage in litigation for the recov-
cry 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 subject, and that the world,
| uuder Such circu stances had no RIGHT tO
take the title deed from you; and if you
will join me shall get decree from the
! High Chancery Court of Heaven reinstat-
ing you in the possession of your soul.
oh" you say, 81 am afraid of lawsuits;
they are SO expensive, and cannot pay
the cost" Then have you forgotten the
last half of my text? ''Ye have sold your
selves for naught: and ye shall be redeemed
without money"
Money is good for great many things,
but it cannot do anything in this matter
of the soul. You cannot buy your way
through. Dollars and pounds sterling
mean nothing at the gate of mercy. Il
you could buy your salvation, heaven
would be Il great speculation, an exten-
sion of Wall street. Bad men would &C
up and buy out the place. and leave US to
shift for ourselves. But as money is not a
lawful tender, what is? / will answer
Bloodl Whosef Are we to go through
the slaughterf Oh, no; it wants richer
blood than ours. 1t wants kings blood
1t must be poured from royal arteries. II
must be sinless torrent. But where is
the king?
L see great many thrones and great
many occupants, yet none seem to be com
ing down to the rescue But after awhile
the clock of night in Bethlehem strikes
IL, and the silver pendulum of a stal
swings across the sky, and see the King
| nf Haav ,Sir nd hoA dc
steps down from star to star, and from
cloud to cloud, lower and lower, until he
touches the sheep covered hills, and then
on to another hill, this last skull shaped
and there, at the sharp stroke of persecu
ton, a rill incarnadine trickles down. and
we who could not be redeemed by money
are redeemed by precious and imperial
blood.
NO RELIGION OF BRAINS
/ We have in this day professed Christians
who SO rarefied and etherealized that
they do not want religion of blood What
do you want? You seem to want a reli
gion of brains. The Bible says, In the
blood is the life" No atonement without
blood. Ought not the apostle to knows
What did he say? "Ye are redeemed not
with corruptible things, such as silver and
gold, but by the precious blood of Christ. y
You put your lancet into the arm of oul
holy religion and Withdraw the blood, and
you ieaNe IL u mere corpse, HC only Ior Ine
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 or
the floor of the ancient tabernacle the peo
pie should be compelled to think of the
coming carnage of the Son of God. Nc
blood, no a.onement.
think that God intended to impresss us
with u vividness of that COLOR The greer
of the grass, the blue of the sky, would moi
have startled and aroused us like this deer
crimson. 1t is as if God had said Now