The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1894-08-27


hut sees nothing except the flowers
that lie his stand. or the scroll
from which he read his speech or the
books from which he quoted his au-
thorities, and goes to his desk to finish
his neglected correspondence, or to
pen an indignant line to some re-
porter. or sketch the plan for pub
lilo defense against the assaults Of the
people. Happy when he got his first
lawy er's brief; exuItant when he tri-
umphed over his first political rival:
yet, sitting On the very top of all this
world offers of praise, he exclaima
'sNo resti no restl''
Now, for what have said all this?
just to prepare you for the text:
Arise ye, and depart; FOR this is not
your rest" am going to make you
q grand offer Some Of you remem-
Der that when gold was discovered in
California large companies were made
up and started of to get their fortune
To-day I want to make up a party for
the Land OF Gold hold In my hand
a deed from the proprietor Of the
estate in which he offers to all who
will join the company 10 600 shares OF
infinite 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 of to con-
quer the holy Sepulchre. I ask you
to join grander crusade-not for the
purpose of conquering the sepulchre
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
volun teers; he tests their eyesight; he
sounds their lungs; he measures their
stature; they must be just right or
they are rejected. But there shall DO
no Partially in making up this army
of Christ Whatever your moral or
physical stature. whatever your dis
sipations, whatever your Crimes what
ever your weaknesses, I have COM
mission from the Lord Almighty to
make up this regiment of redeemed
souls, and cry. Arise ye, and de-
part; for this is not your rest" Many
of you have lately Joined this COM
pany, and my desire is that you may all
join it Why not2 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 hun
dreds 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 1 had the wings of a dove. that 1
might fly away and be at rest"
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
you were all ready to put your hand
upon the rosy. laughing sylph of the
wood, she turned upon you with the
glare of fend and the eye of satyr3
her locks adders and her breath the
chill damp of a 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 bulvarlz
Oh We whose locks are wet with the
dews of the night of grief; ye whose
hearts are heavy, because those we'll
known footste ps sound no more at the
doorway. yonder is your restI There
is Dapid trium phant; but once he be-
moaned Absalom There is Abraham
enthroned; but once he wept for
Sarah. There is Paul exultant: but he
once sat with his feet IN the stocks
There is Payson radiant with immortal
health; but on earth he was always
sick No toll no tears, no partings.
no strife, no agonizing cough, to-
night No storm to rufle the crystal
sea No alarm to strike from the
cathedral towers No dirge throbbing
from seraphic harps No tremOr in the
everlasting song; but rest-perfect
rest-unending rest
Into that rest how many of our
loved ones have gonel The little chill
dsen have been gathered up into the
bosom of Christ One of them went
out of the al ms Of a widowed mother.
following its father who died few
weeks before. In its last moment il
seemed to see the departed father. for
it said. looking upward with bright
ened countenance. Papa, take me
mp"
Others put down the work of mid
life feeling they could hardly DE
spared from the Office. or store, or
shop, for day. but are to be spared
from it forever Your mother went.
Having lived a life Of Christian con-
sistency here. ever busy with kindness
for her children, her heart full Of that
meek and quiet spirit that is in the
sight of God of great price, suddenly
her countenance was transfgured. and
the gate was opened, and she took her
place amid that great cloud of wit
nesses that hover about the throne.
Glorious consolation They are not
dead You can not make me believe
they are dead They have only moved
on With more love than that which
they greeted MS on earth. they watch
us from their high place and their