Connecticut western news., 1894-08-30


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 Daisy. wee, modest, crimson tipped flower. Napoleon wanted to make all Europe tremble at his power; made 1t tremble, then died, his entire military achieve ments dwindling down to pair of mili tary boots which he insisted on having on his feet when dying. At Versailles 1 saw picture of Napoleon in his triumphs. Iwent 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 latterl The first was Napoleon in triumph; the last was Napoleon with his heart broken. How they laughed and cried when sill yer tongued Sheridan in the midday of prosperity harangued thepeople of Brit ain, and how they howled at and exe- crated him when, outside of the room where his corpse lay, his creditors tried to get his miserable bones and sell theml
 This world for rest? "Ahap' cry the waters, mo rest herel We plunge to the sea" ''Ahal" cry the mountains, mo rest herel We crumble to the plain "Ahap cry the towers, mo rest herel 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.
 Arise Ne and Depart.
 Now, for what have said all this? Just to prepare you for the text, Arise ye and depart, for this is not your rest " I am going to make you grand offer. Some of you remember that when gold was discovered ill California large com panies were made up and started off to get their fortune. Today I want to make up party for the land of gold. T hold in my hand deed from the pro- prietor of the estate, in which he offers to all who will join the company 10, 900 shares of infinite value in Q city whose streets are gold, whose harps are gold, whose crowns are gold. You have read of the crusaders-how that many thou sands of them went off to conquer the holy sepulcher. ask you to join a grander crusade not for the purpose of eonquering the sepulcher of dead Christ, but for the purpose of reaching the throne of 8 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 mak- ing up this army of Christ Whatever your moral or physical stature, what ever your dissipations, whatever your crimes. whatever your weaknesses, l have @ commission from the Lord Al mighty to make up this regiment of re- deemed souls, and I 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 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 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 thousand con- flicts, in which you have bled at every pore and you sigh, ''Oh, that had the wings of a dove,s that might fly away and be at restp 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, h,su ht shadow, but just at the moment when you were all ready to put your hand upon the rosy, laughing sylph of the wood she turned upon you with the glare of fiend and the eye of satyr, her locks adders. and her breath the chill damp of 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
 The Final Rest.
 Thank God. 1 can tell you something better If there is no rest on earth. there is rest in heaven. Oh, 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 i'll this world you may never lay down, ye. discouraged ones who have been waging hand to hand fight for bread, ye to whom the night brings little rest and. the morning more drudgery-oh, ye of the weary hand, and of the weary side. and the weary foot, hear me talk about resti
 Look at that company of enthroned ones Look at their hands; look at their feet; look at their eyes It cannot be that those bright ones ever toiled? Yes, yesi These packed the Chinese teaboxes, and through missionary instruction es- capped into glory. These sweltered on southern plantations, and one night after the cotton picking went up as white as if they had never been black. Those died of overtoil in the Lowell carpet factories, and these in Manohes- ter mills. Those helped build the pyra- mids, and these broke away from work on the day Christ was bounded out of Jerusalem. No more towers to build; heaven in done. No more garments to weave; the robes are finished No more harvests to raise; the gamers are full Oh, sons and daughters of toll, arise ye and depart, for that is your resti
 Scovill McCallum, boy of my Sum- day school while dying said to his mother, Don't cry, but sing, sing
 ''There is rest for the weary,
 There is rest for the weary" Then, putting his wasted hand over his heart, said, 'There is rest for me-.
 A Glorious Consolation.
 Al dews of the night of grief; ye whose hearts are heavy because those well known footsteps sound no more at the doorway, yonder is your rest There is David triumphant, but once he bemoaned 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 ra- diant with immortal health, but on earth he was always sick. No toll, no