The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1891-08-12

Hazlist the great essayistl Happy?
'No. have been for two hours and q
half going up and down Paternoster
Row with volcano in my breast" 4"
Smollett, the witty authorl Happy?
mo. ] am sick Of praise and blame,
and wish 70 God that had such cir
cumstances around me that 1 could
throw my pen into oblivion" Buchan-
an, the world-renowned writer, exiled
from his own country, appealing to
Henry I'LL for protectionl Happy?
mo. Over mountains covered with
snow, and through valleys flooded with
rain, come fugitive" Moliere, the
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 tortures me like a COM
demned spirit"
went to see worldling die. As !
went into the hall / saw its floor was
tassellated, and its wall was q picture
gallery. / found his death chamber
adorned with tapestry until 1t seemed
as II the clouds Of the setting sun had
settled in the room. The 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
death-bed, and clearing off the walls of
bitter medicine, put down any compen-
sation? o, mol The world does not
seem to like sick and dying people, and
leaves them in the lurch Itruined this
man and then left him. He had mag
nifcent funeral. All the ministers wore
scarfs, and there were forty-three car
riages in a 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 90 per cent. Of satisfaction,
nor so per cent, nor 20 per cent nor
per cent, nor 1; that it gives no solace
when dead babe lies on your lap;
that II gives no peace when conscience
rings its alarm; that 1t gives no expla-
nation 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 sighs, and gfoans, and
execrations, and then ma kes you put
your head on II. o, ye who have tried
this world, is II satisfactory portion?
Would you advise your friends to make
the investment? No. "Ye have sold
yourselves for nought" Your con-
science went Your hope went. Your
Bible went. Your heaven went. Your
God went. When sheriff under a
writ from the courts sells a man out,
the officer 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; Goingl Gonel "Ye havs sold
yourselves for nought"
How could you do so? Did you think
that your soul was amere trinket which
for few pennies you could buy in n toy
shop? Did you think that your soul. Il
once lost, might be found again II you
went out with torches and lenternsq
Did you think that your sonl was short
lived, and that, painting, IL would soon
lie down for e. tinction2 Or had you no
idea what your soul was worth9 Did
You ever put your forefngers on It's
eternal pulses? Have you not felt the
quiver Of its peerless wing? Have yon
not known that, after leaving the body,
the first step Of your soul reaches TO
the stars, and the next step to the far
thest outposts Of Gods universe, and
that IL win not die until the day when
the everlasting Jehovah expires? o,
my rother, 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 recovery Of that soul Of yours.
want TO show that you have been
cheated out Of It. Iwant TO prove, Ms /
will, that you were crazy on that sub
ject and that the world, under such cir
cumstances, had no right to take the
title deed from you, and II you will join
me shall get decree from the high
chancery court OF heaven reinstating
you into the possession of your soul.
"0," 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 textp "Ye have sold
yourselves for nought, and ye shall be
redeemed without money"
Money is good for great many
things, but II can not do anything in
this matter Of the soul You can not
buy your way through. Dollars and
pounds sterling mean nothing at the
gate Of mercy. II you could buy your
salvation, Heaven would be a great
speculation, an extension of Wall street
Bad men would go up and buy out the
place, and leave us to shift for our.
selves But as money Is not a lawful
tender, what is? will answer, blood
Whose? Are we to go through the
slaughter? o, no; II wants richer blood
than ours IL wants kings blood. II
must be poured from royal arteries. II
must be sinless torrent. But where Is
the king? see 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 12, and the silver
pendulum Of star swings across the
sky, and see the King Of Heaven ris-
ing 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 htlls, and
then ON TO another hill, this La skull