Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1891-08-10

quick abeut it. Samuel johnson, the
learnedl Happy? mo. am afraid l
shall some day get crazy" William
Hazlitt, the great essayist! Happy?
mo. / have been for two hours and a
half going up and down Paternoster
Row with volcano in my breast. y
Smollet, the witty authorl Happy?
'No. am sick of praise and blame,
and wish to God that l had such cir
cumstances around me that / could
throw my pen into oblivion" Blu
chanan, the world-renowned writer, ex-
lied from his own country, appealing to
Henry VIII. for protectionl Happy?
| "N0. Over mountains covered with
snow, and through valleys flooded with
rain, come fugitive" Moliere, the
popular dramatic authorl Happy?
"No. That wretch Of an actor just
| now recited four of my lines without
the proper accent and gesture. To
have the children of my brain so hung,
drawn and quartered tortures me like a
condemned spirit"
A POOR INVESTMENT.
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 1t gives no solace when dead babe
lies on your lap; that 1t gives no peace
when conscience rings its alarm; that 1t
gives no explanation in the day Of dire
trouble; and at the time of your decease
1t takes hold of the pillow-case, and
shakes out the feathers, and then jolts
down in the place thereof signs, and
groans, and excavations, and then makes
you put your head on 1t. Oh, ye who
have tried this world, is it satisfactory
portion? Would you advise your friends
to make the investment? No. "Ye have
sold yourself for nought." Your con-
science went. Your hope went. Your
Bible went. Your heaven went. Your
God went. When sheriff under writ
from the courts sells a man out, the off,
Ger generally leaves 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.
OOuC. 10 AdNO oOlQ IOdi
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
lanterns? 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 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 1t will not die until the
day when the everlasting Jehovah ex-
pires? Oh, my brother, what possessed
you that you should part with your
soul so cheap? "Ye have sold your
selves for naught.
But have some good news to tell
you. l want to engage in q litigation
for the recovery Of that soul Of yours. 1
want to show that you have been cheat
ed out Of it. want to prove, as will,
that you were crazy on that subject. and
that the world, under such circum
stances, had no right to take the title
deed from you; and II you will join me
shall get decree from the High Chan
Gerry Courh of Heaven roinstotina you
into the possession Of your soul. "On,
you say, 81 am afraid of lawsuits; they
are so expensive, and can not pay the
cost" Then have you forgotten the
last half of my text? aye have sold
yourselves for nought; and ye shall be
redeemed without money"
Money is good for great many
things, but it can not do anything In
matter Of the soul. You can not buy
your way through. Dollars and pounds
sterling mean 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 coup and buy out the place, and
leave us to shift for ourselves. But as
money is not a lawful tender, what is?
I will answer: Blood Whose? Are we
to go through the slaughter? Oh, no;
it wants richer blood than ours.
1t wants kings blood. 1t must
be poured from royal arteries. 1t
must be sinless torrent. But
where is the king? see a
great many thrones and great many
occupants, yet none seem to be coming
down to the rescue. But after awhile
the clock of night in Bethlehem strikes
twelve, and the silver pendulum OF a
star swings across the sky, and l 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, until he touches the sheep
covered hills, and then on to another
hill, this last skull-shaped, and there,
at the sharp stroke of persecution, a
rill incarnadine trickles down, and we
who could not be redeemed by the
money are redeemed by precious and
imperial blood.
NO AToNEMENT WITHOUT BLOOD.
We have in this day protested Chris
tians who are so rarefed and ethereal