Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1891-08-13

tessellated, and it's wall was picture
! gallery. I found his death cham Der
adorned with tapestry until it seemed as
| if the clouds Of the setting sun had set
tied 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
deathbed, and clearing off the Walls Of
| bitter medicine, put down any compen-
! sation? Oh, 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 magnif-
cent funeral All the ministers wore
! scarfs, and there were forty-three car
.riages in row; but the departed man
| appreciated not the obsequies.
| l want to persuade my audience that
this world is !. poor investment;
| that it does not pay 90 per cent. of salts
! faction, nor so per cent, nor 20 per cent,
nor 2 per cent, nor /; that it gives no
solace when dead babe lies on your
! lap; that it gives no peace when con-
| science rings it's 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 feathers, and then jolts down in the
!
crations, and then makes you put your
head on it,
| Oh, we who have tried this world, is it
| a satisfactory portion? Would you adj
wise your friends to make the invest
ment? No. eye have sold yourselves
! for naught?" Your conscience went.
| Your hope went Your Bible went.
| Your Heaven went. Your God went
When sheriff under writ from the
| court sells man out, the officer gener-
| ally leaves a few chairs and bed, and a
! 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 ana soul. Going!
Gone! eye have sold yourselves for
naught."
How could you do so? Did you think
| that your soul was q mere trinket which
| for q 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, it would soon
| lie down for extinction? Or had you no
| idea what your soul was worth? Did
you ever put your fore-fngers on eternal
| pulses? Have you ever felt the culver
| Of it's 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 universe, and that it
| will not die until the day when the ever
| lasting Jehovah expires? Oh, my
| brother what possessed you that you
| should part with your soul so cheap?
EYe have sold yourselves for naught."
| But [ have some good news to tell you.
/ want to engage in a litigation for the
recovery of that soul Of yours. Iwant 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, under such circumstances, had no
right to take the title deed from you,
and if you will JOIN me I shall get de-
cree from the High Chancery Court of
Heaven reinstating you into the posses
| sion of your soul 'Oh," you say, II 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 yourself for naught; and
! ye shall be redeemed without money"
Money is good for a 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. II
you could buy your salvation. Heaven
would be a great speculation, an ex-
tension of Wall street. Bad men would
go up 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 a
kings blood 1t must be poured from
royal arteries. It must be a sinless tor
rent.
But where is the king? I see a great
many thrones and a great many occu-
pants, 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 / see the
King Of Heaven rising up, and He de-
sends, and steps down from star to star,
and from cloud to cloud, lower and
lower, until He touches the sheep-cov-
cred hills, and then on to another hill,
this last skull-shaped, and there, at the
sharp stroke of persecution, rill in
carnadine trickles down, and we who
could not be redeemed by money are re-
deemed by precious and imperial blood.
We have in this day professed Chris
tianS who are so raretied and ethereal
ICED that they do not want a religion of
blood. What do you want? You seem
to want a religion of brains, The Bible
says, I'm the blood is the life" No
atonement without blood. Ought not
the apostle to know? What did he say?
''Ye are redeemed not with corruptible
things, such as silver and gold, but by
the precious blood of Christ You put
your lancet into the arm of our holy re-
ligion and withdraw the blood, and you
leave it a mere corpse, fit only for the
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 on the floor of the ancient
tabernacle the people should be com
PEELED to think of the coming carnage of
the Son of God. No blood, no atone
ment.
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