The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1893-06-21

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threw up their hands and cried. 1--WE
are the menI We are the menu The
Lord Jesus Christ calls you to his serV-
ice. | do not promise you an easy time
in this world. You may have persecu-
tions, and trials, and misrepresenta-
tons; but afterward there comes an
eternal weight of glory, and you can
bear the wounds, and the bruises and
the Misrepresentation, if you can have
the reward afterward. Have you not
enough enthusiasm to cry out, "We are
the men, We are the men,
/ learn also from this subject the
danger of worldly elevation. This
Eglon was what the world called
great man. There were hundreds of
people who would have considered it
the greatest honor of their life just to
have him speak to them, yet although
he is so high up in worldly position, he
is not beyond the reach of Ehuds dag
ger. | see a great many people trying
to climb up in social position, having
an idea that there is safe place some
where far above, not knowing that the
mountain of fame has top like Mont
Blanc, covered with perpetual snow.
We laugh at the children of Shinar
for trying to build tower that could
reach to the heavens; but / think, if
our eyesight were only good enough,
we could see Babel in many door
yard. O, the struggle is fierce! 1t is
store against store, house against
house, street against street, nation
against nation. The goal for which
men are running is chairs, and chande-
Tiers, and mirrors, and houses, and
lands and presidential equipments. If
they get what they anticipate, what
have they got? Men are not safe from
calumny while they live, and, worse
than that, they are not safe after they
are dead; for | have seen swine root up
graveyards. One day mans goes up
into publicity, and the world does him
honor, and people climb up into syca-
more trees to watch him as he passes,
and, as he goes along on the shoulders
of the people, there is waving of
hats and a wild huzza. Tomorrow
the same man is caught between the
jaws of the printing press and mangled
and bruised, and the very same per-
sons who applauded him before cry;
"Down with the traitor! Down with
him.
Belshazzar sits at the feast, the
mighty men of Babylon sitting al
around him. Wit sparlIles like wine
and the wine like the wit. Music rolls
up among the chandeliers, the chande
liers flash down on the decanters. The
breath of hanging gardens floats in on
the night air: the voice of revelry floats
out. Amidst wreaths, and tapestry anC
folded banners, a finger writes. The
march of host is heard on the stairs
Laughter catches in the throat.
thousand hearts stop beating. The blow
is struck. The blood is richer-huet
than the wine on the table. The king
dom has departed. Belshazzar was NJ
worse, perhaps, than hundreds of PEG
pie in Babylon but his position slew
him. o, be content with just such /;
position as God has placed you in.
may not be said of us: ale was grea
general or He was an honored chief
tain" or "He was mighty in world,
attainments;" but this thing may b,
said of you and me: "He was gooC
citizen, faithful Christian, frien,
of Jesus" And that in the last da,
will be one of the highest of all eulogi
ums.
l learn further from this subject tina
death comes to the summer-house
Eglon did not expect to die in that fin
place. Amidst all the fower-leave
that drifted like summer snow into tn
window; in the tinl1le and the dash o
the fountains; in the sound Of thou
sand leaves tluttering on one tree
branch; in the cool breeze that cam
up to shake feverish trouble out of tn
kings locks-there was nothing tina
spaie of death, but there he died. Il
the winter when the snow is "a shroud
and when the wind is dirge, it is cas-
to think of our mortality; but whel
the weather is pleasant, and all on
surroundings are agreeable, how diff
cult it is for us to appreciate the trutI
that we are mortal, And yet my tex
teaches that death does sometime
come to the summcr-houSe. He is blin
and cannot see the leaves. He is dea
and cannot hear the fountains O, i
death would ask us for victims. w
, could point him to hundreds of peopl
, who would rejoice to have him come
) Push back the door of that hovel
} Look at that little child-cold, and sicl,
and hungry. 1t has never heard tn
) name of God but in blasphemy. Pa
rents intoxicated, staggering aroun
its straw bed. 0, Death, there is
mark for thee! Up with it into tn
, light! Before these little feet stumbl
on LIES pathway, give them rest.
, Here is an aged man. He has don
/ his work. He has done it gloriousl,
, The companions of his youth are a
t gone, his children dead, he longs to b
; at rest, and YEARLY the days an
t nights pass. lie says: "Come, Lor
} Jesus, come quickly" O, Death. thel
, is mark for thee! Take from him tn
staff and give to him the scepter! U
4 with him into the light, where eye
= never grow dim and the hair whittier
: not through the long years of eternit
: All, Death will not do that. Deaf
4 turns back from the straw bed, an
from the aged man ready for the ski
a and comes to the summer house. VIII;
n doest thou here thou bony, ghast
|: monster. amidst this waving grass. ar