The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1894-09-06

hu"P"Cu OVCE nlS uCot pohtoh If"As
yet, sitting on the very top OF oil that
this world offers of praise, he exclaims,
''No rest, no rest!"
The very world that now applauds
will soon hiss. That world said of tho
great Webster. "What q statesman!
! What, wonderful exposition Of the con-
stltutiop! A mau tit for any postion!"
That same world said, stter awhile,
| "Down with him! He ID an office seek
er! He is a sol! He is libcrtint!
Away with him!" And there Ia no
| peace for the man until he lays down
his broken heart in tho grave at Marsh
field. jeffrey thought that IF he could
only be Judge that would be tho maxim"
Of him; got to be judge aud cursed tho
day on which no was born. Alexander
wanted TO submerye tho world with his
greatness: submerged IT., and then drank
himself to death because he cOuli not
stand the trouble. Burns thought he
would give everything If he could win
tho favor of courts and princes. Won
ii, and amid the shouts Of great enter
tainment, when poets and orators and
dnchesses were adoring his genuus,
wished that he could creep back into the
obscurity in which no dwelt when he
| wrote of the
Daisy, wo, modest, crimson tipped bower.
Napoleon wanted TO make all Europe
tremble at his power; made il tremnle;
then d;od, his entire military achieve.
ments dwindljng down to pair ofmili-
tary boots which he insisted on baving
on his feet when dying. AT Versailles
1 saw q picture Of Napoleon in his tri-
umphs. wont into another room and
saw bust of Napoleon as he appeared
at ST. Helena; but, Ioh, what grief and
anguish in the face Of the latter! The
first was Napoleon in triumph; the last
was Napoleon With his ho0rt broken.
How they laughed and cried when silver
tongued Sheridan in the midday of pros.
perity haranged the people of Britain,
and how they howled at and execratod
him whom, outside OF the room where
his corpse lay, his creditors tried to get
h.s miserable bones and sell theml
This world for rest? AHA" cry the
waters, ''no rest here! We plunge to
the sea-" "Aha," cry the mountains,
''no rest here! We crumble TO the
plain" "Aha," cry the towers, no
rest here! We fbllow BabJ lon and The
bes and Nlneveh into the dust" No
rest for the flowers. They fade. No
rest for the stars. They die. No rest
Tor man. He must work, toll, suller
and slave,
. Now, for what have l said all this?
Just TO prepare you tho text, "Arisc ye
and depart, for this is not your rest."
an going 10 mako you a grand offer.
Some of you remember that when gold
was discovered in California large com.
panles were made up and strated Off TO
get their. fortunes. Today l want to
mako up party for the land Of gold. l
hold IN my hand deed from the proprie.
| tor Of the estate, in which he cfors to
all who will join the company 10000
shares Of infinite value in city whose
streets are gold, whose harps are gold
whose crowns are gold. You have read
Of tho crusaders-how that many thouo
ands, Of them went Cir to conquer the
holy sepulcher. I ask you TO JON a
gra:lder crusade, not for the purpose OF
nntuering the sepulcher Of a dead Christ
but for the purpose Of reaching The
throne of living Jesus. When al
army is TO be made up, the recruiting of.
tcer examines the volunteers. lie Tests
their eyeBight. lie sounds thor lungs.
l1o measures their stature. Thoy must
be just right, or they are II jected But
there shall be no partialitay in making
up this army Of Christ. Whatever } our
moral or physical stature, whatever your
dissipation, whatever your crimes,
whatever your Weaknessos, l
have commission from the
Lord Almighty TO make up the regiment
of redeemed souls, and cry. 'Arise
ye and depart for this is not your rest!"
Many of you have lately joined this
company, and my desire is that you may
all Join 1t. Why moi? You know in
your own hearts, experience that what
havo SAID about this world is true-
that II is no place TO rest in. There are
hundreds here wearY-Oh, how weary
with sin; weary with trouble; weary with
bereavement! Some OF you have been
pierced through and through. You car
ry tho sears Of a thousand conflicts in
which you heave bled at every pore and
you sigh, "Oh, that Ind tho wings of
dove that l might lily away and be at
rest!' You have taken the cup of this
worlds pleasures and drank it to the
dregs, add still the thirst claw 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 sha.
dow, but Just at the moment when you
werc all ready TO put your hand upon tho
rosy, laughing sylpil OF the wood she
turned upon you with the glare of liend
and The eye Of satyr, her locks adders,
and her breath the child damp of grave
Out of Jesus Christ no rest. No voice
to silence the storm. No light 10 kindle
the darkness. No drydock to repair the
split bulwark.
Thank God, can tell you something
better. II there is no rest on earth there
is rest in..heaVen. On, ye 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 luay never lay down;
ye discouraged ones who have been wag-
ing hand to hand fight for bread; ye TO
whom the night brlngs little rest and the
morning moro drudgery-oh, yo Of the
weary hand, and OF the weary side, and
the weary foot, hear me talk about rest!
Look at that company OF cnthroued
ones. Look at their hands. Look at
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