The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1891-08-14

could throw my pen INTO OBLIVION.
Buchanan, the world renowned writ
or, exiled from his own country, APP
pealing to Henry VIII for protection
Happyl mo, Over mountains COW
cred with snow and through valleys
flooded with rain | come fugitive"
Moliere, the popular dramatic authorl
Happyl No. That wretch of an actor
lust now recited four OF my lines with
out the proper accent and gesture, To
have the children of my brain 40 hung,
drawn and quartered tortures me like
condemned spirit"
went to see wording die. AS !
went into the hall | saw its floor was
tessellated, and its wall was picture
gallery. l 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
deathbed, and clearing off the walls of
bitter medicine, put down any com
pensationi Oh, mol 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 a
magnificent funeral. All the ministers
wore scarfs, and there were forty-three
carriages In a row; but the departed
man appreciated not the obsequies.
A VERY POOR INVESTMENT
want to persuade my audience that
this world is poor investment; that 1t
does not pay ninety per cent, of salts
faction, nor eighty per cent, nor TWEEN
ty 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 conscience 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
place thereof signs and groans and ex-
ecrations, and then makes you put
your head on it.
Oh, We who have tried this world, is
it a satisfactory portion9 Would you
advise your friends to make the invest
mentl No. 'Ye 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 gen
orally 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
Going! Gonel Eye have sold your
selves for naught."
How could you do soS Did you think
that your soul was mere trinket which
for few pennies you could buy in
toy shop2 Did you think that your
soul, if once lost, might be found again
if you went out with torches and Ian
terns2 Did you think that your soul
was short lived, and that, painting, it
would soon lie down for extinction2 Or
had you no idea what your soul was
worth2 Did you ever put your fore
fingers on its eternal pulses2 Have you
ever felt the culver of its peerless wing?
Have you not known that, after leav-
ing 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 everlasting Jehovah expires2
Oh, my brother, what possessed you
that you should part with your soul SO
cheap? I'VE have sold yourselves for
naught
CARRY THE CASE TO HEAVENS HIGH
COURT.
But l 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. want to prove, as
| 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 if you will
Join me | shall get decree from the
high chancery court of heaven rein
stating you into the possession of your
soul "Oh,' you say, Il am afraid of
lawsuits; they are SO expensive and
cannot pay the cost" Then have you
forgotten the last half of my text2 Eye
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. If you could buy your
salvation, heaven would be a great
speculation, an extension of Wall street.
had 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 is2 l will answer, Blood
Whoses Are we to go through the
slaughter2 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 kingl see 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
| covered hills, and then on to another
bill, 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 money are
redeemed by precious and imperial
| blood
NO BLOOD, NO AToNEMENT
We have in this day professed Chris
tians who are so rarefied aud ethereal.