The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1893-11-24

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feref" and they say: Yes" and
call us by name, and we
feel a delightful sensation thrilling
through their hand into our hand,
and running up from elbow to shoul-
der, and then parting, the one current
of delight ascending to the brow and
the other descending to the foot, NOV
ing round and round in concentric cir
cles until every nerve and muscle and
capacity of body and mind and soul is
permeated with delight. A few days
ago, visiting the place of my boyhood,
i met one whom had not seen since
we played together at sixten years of
age, and I had peculiar pleasure in
puzzling him a little as to who l was,
and can hardly describe the sensation,
as, after awhile, he stumbled out:
Let me see. Yes, you are De Witt. ("
We all like to be remembered.
Now, have to tell you that this
oblivion of which have spoken has it's
defeats, and that there is no more rea-
son why we should not be distinctly
and ,vividly and gloriously remembered
five hundred million billion trillion
quadrillion qulntillion years from now,
than that we should be remembered
six weeks. am going to tell you how
the thing can be done and will be
done.
We may build this everlasting re-
membrance," as my text styles it. into
the supernal existence of those to whom
we do kindnesses in this world. You
must remember that this infirm and
treacherous faculty which we now call
memory is in the future state to be
complete and perfect. Everlasting
Nothing will slip the
stout grip of that celestial faculty. Did
you help widow. pay her rent? Did
you find for that man released from
prison place to get honest work? Did
you pick up a child, fallen on the curb
stone, and, by stick of candy put in
its hand, stop the hurt on its scratched
knee? Did you assure business
man, swamped by the stringency of
the money market, that times
would after awhile be better? Did
you lead a Magdalen of the street
into midnight mission, where the
Lord said to her: Neither do con-
denim thee. Go, and sin no more!'' Did
you tell man, clear discouraged in his
waywardness, and hopeless and plot
ting suicide, that for him near by was
a laver in which he might wash, and a
coronet of eternal blessedness he might
wear? What are epitaphs in grave
yards, what are eulogiums in presence
of those whose breath is in their nos
trils, what are unread biographies in
the alcoves of a city library, compared
with the imperishable records you
have made in the illumed memo
ries of those to whom you did
They can not forget them Notwith-
standing all their might and splen-
dor, there are many things the glorified
of Heaven can not do and this is one of
them They can not forget an earthly
kindness done. They have no cutlass
to part that cable. They have no
strength to hurl into oblivion that
benefaction. Has Paul forgotten the
inha bitants of Malta, who extended
the island hospitality when he and
others with him had felt, added to a
the drenching rain and the
sharp cold? Has the victim of the
on the road to Jericho
forgotten the good Samaritan with a
of oil and wine and free
ride to the hostelry2 Have the En-
glish soldiers who went up to
God from the Crimean battle
fields forgotten Florence Nightin-
gale? Through all eternity will the
northern and southern soldiers for
get the northern and southern women
who administered to the dying boys in
blue and gray after the awful fights in
Tennessee and Pennsylvania and Vir-
ginia and Georgia, which turned every
house and barn and shed into hospi-
tai and incarnadined the Susquehanna
and the James and the Chattahoochee
and the Savannah with brave blood?
The kindnesses you do to others will
stand as long in the appreciation of
others as the gates of Heaven will
stand, as the "House of Many Man
sions'' will stand, as long as the throne
of God will stand.
Another defeat of oblivion will be
found in the character of those whom
we rescue, uplift or save. Character is
eternal. Suppose by a right influence
we aid in transforming bad man into
a good man, disheartened man into a
man, every stroke of that
work done will be immortalized. There
may never be so much as one line in
regarding it, or no mortal
tongue may ever whisper it into human
ear, but where ever that soul shall go.
your work upon it shall go; wherever
that soul rises, your work on it will
rise, and so long as that soul will
last, your work on it will last.
Do you suppose there will ever come
such an idiotic lapse in the
history of that soul in Heaven that it
shall forget that you invited him to
Christ, that you, by prayer or Gospel
word, turned him round from the
wrong way to the right way? No osuch
insa nifty viii ever smite a Heavenly
citizen. 1t is not half as well on earth
known that Christopher Wren planned
and built st. PauPs, as it will be
known in all Heaven that you were
the instrumentallty of building tenn
pie for the sky. We teach a Sabbath
class, or put Christian tract in the
hand of a pa sser-by, or testify for
Christ in a prayer-meeting, or preach
sermon, and go home discouraged,
as though nothing had been
when we had
been building with a
material that no frost or earthquake or
rolling of the centuries can damage or
bring down. There is no sublimer art
on earth than architecture. With PEN
ell and rule and compass, the architect