The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1894-08-31

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Alexander wanted to submerge the
world with his greatness; submerged
it, and then drank himself to death
because he could not stand the trouble.
Burns thought he would give every
thing if he could win the favor of
courts and princes; won it, and amid
the shouts of great entertainment,
when poets. and orators, and duchesses
were adoring his genius, wished that
he could creep back into the obscurity
in which he dwelt when he wrote of
the
Daisy, wee modest, crimson-tipped flower.
Napoleon wanted to make all Europe
tremble at his power; made it tremble,
then died; his entire military achieve
ments dwindling down to a pair of
military boots which he insisted on
having on his feet when dying. AT
Versailles l saw picture of Napoleon
in his triumphs. i went into another
room and saw bust of Napoleon as he
appeared at st. Helena: but oh, what
grief and anguish in the face of the
latter! The first was Napoleon in
triumph, the last was Napoleon with
his heart broken. How they laughed
and cried when silver-tongued Sheri-
dan, in the midday of prosperity,
harangued the people of Britain, and
how they howled at and execrated
| him, when, outside of the room where
his corpse lay, his creditors tried to get
his miserable bones and sell them!
This world for rest? "Aha!'' cry the
waters, mo rest here-we plunge to
the sea-" ''Aha!'' cry the mountains,
mo rest here-we crumble to the
plain" ''Ahar' cry the towers, mo
rest here-we follow Babylon, and
Thebes, and Nineveh into the dust"
No rest for the flowers; they fade. No
rest for the stars; they die. No rest
for man; he must work, toll, suffer and
slave.
Now, for what have said all this?
just to prepare you for the text:
ARISE We, and depart; for this is not
your rest" l am going to make you
grand offer. Some of you remember
that when gold was discovered in Cali
fornia, large companies were made up
and started off to get their fortune. To-
day l want to make up party for the
Land of Gold. hold i'm my hand deed
from the proprietor of the estate, in
which He offers to sell all who will
join the company 10000 shares of inf
mite value, in city whose streets are
gold, whose harps are gold, whose
crowns are gold. You have read of the
Crusaders-how that many thousands
of them went off to conquer the Holy
Sepulcher. l ask you to join a grander
crusade-not for the purpose of con-
quering the sepulcher of dead Christ,
but for the purpose of reaching the
throne of a living Jesus. When an
army is to be made up, the recruiting
officer examines the volunteers: he
tests their eyesight: he sounds their
lungs; he measures their stature: they
must be just right or they are rejected
But there shall be no partiality
in making up this army of
Christ. Whatever your moral or
physical stature, whatever your dissi-
pations. whatever your crimes, whatever
your weaknesses, L have commission |
from the Lord Almighty to make up |
this regiment of redeemed souls. and | |
cry: Arise We, and depart; for this is
not your rest" Many of you have |
lately Joined this company, and my de-
sire is that you may all join it. Why |
not? You know in your own hearts |
experience that what have said about |
this world is true-that it is no place |
to rest in. There are hundreds here
weary-oh, how weary-weary with |
sin; weary with trouble; weary with
bereavement. Some of you have been
pierced through and through. You
carry the scars of a thousand conflicts,
in which you have bled at every pore;
and you sigh: 'Oh, that l had the |
wings of dove that l might fly away !
and be at restr' You have taken
the cup of this worlds pleasures and
drunk it to the dregs, and still the
thirst claws at your tongue, and the
fever strikes to your brain. You have
chased Pleasure through every valley,
by every stream. amid every brightness
and under every shadow; but just at
the moment when you were all ready
to put your hand upon the rosy, laugh
ing sylph of the wood. she turned upon
you with the glare of fiend and the
eye of a satyr, her locks adders and her
breath the chill damp of the grave. Out
of Jesus Christ no rest. No voice to
silence the storm. No light to kindle
the darkness. No dry dock to repair
the split bulwark.
Thank God, l can tell you something
better. If there is no rest on earth,
there is rest in Heaven. Oh, we who
are worn out with work, your hands
calloused, your backs bent, your eyes
half put out, your fingers worn with
the needle that in this world you may
never lay down; We discouraged ones,
who have been waging hand-to-hand
fignt for bread; We to whom the night
brings little rest and the morning
more drudgery-oh. We of the weary
hand, and of the weary side. and the
weary foot hear me talk about rest,
Look at that company of enthroned
ones. Look at their hands; look at
heir feet; look at their eyes. 1t cam
not be that those bright ones ever
.oiled? Yes. yes! These packed the
chinese tea boxes and through mission
Try instruction escaped into glory.
These sweltered on southern planta-
ions, and one night. after the cotton
picking, went up as white as if they
had never been black. Those died of
'vertoil in the Lowell carpet factories,
md these in Manchester mills: those
helped build the pyramids, and these
broke away from work on the day
Jhrist was bounded out of Jerusalem.
No more towers to build; Heaven is
lone. No more garments to weave; ,
he robes are finished. No more har- 8
tests to raise; the garner are full. Oh, ;