Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1894-08-30
EVERLASTING LIFE
SUBJECT OF DIR. TALMAGE'S
LATEST SERMON.
There Is No Rost Cor the Weary in This
World-"Arise, Ye, and Depart, for
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as the subject of his sermon for to-day,
through the press the words, Ever
lasting Life the text being from
Micah 2: X: arise We and depart,
for this is not your rest"
This was the drum beat of a prophet
who wanted to arouse his people from
their oppressed and sinful condition;
but it may just as properly be uttered
now as then. Bells by long exposure
and much ringing, lose their clearness
of tone; but this rousing bell of the
gospel strikes in as clear tone as
when it first rang on the air.
AS far as l can see your great want
and mine is rest From the time we
enter life great many vexations and
annoyances take after us. We may
have our holidays, and our seasons of
recreation and quiet, but where is the
man come to mid-life who has found en-
tire rest? The fact is that God did not
make this world to rest in A ship might
as well go down off Cape Hatteras
to find smooth wa ;er as a man in this
world to find quiet. From the way
that God has strewn the thorns, and
hung the Clouds and sharpened the
tusks; from the colds that distress us,
and the heats that smite us, and the
pleurisies that stab us, and the fevers
that consume us, l know thai he did
not make this world as a place to loiter
in God does everything success
fully; and this world would be a very
different world if it were intended for
us to lounge in. 1t does right well
for few hours. Indeed, it is magni-
ficent! Nothing but finite wisdom
beverage of water, or hung up these
brackets of stars, or trained these
voices of rill and bird, and ocean-so
that God has but to lift his hand, and
the whole world breaks forth into
orchestra But, after all, it is only
the splendors of kings highway,
over which we are to march on to
eternal conquests.
You and l have seen men who tried
to rest here. They builded themselves
great stores. They gathered around
them the patronage of merchant
princes. The voice of their bid shook
the money markets They had stock
in the most successful railroads, and
in safety deposits" great rolls of
government securities They had
emblazoned carriages, high tiled
steeds. footmen, plate that COMPOUNDED
lords and senators who sat at their
table, tapestry on which hoated the
richest designs of foreign looms,
splendor of canvas on the wall, eX-
quisiteness of music rising among
pedestals of bronze. and dropping.
soft as light, on snow of sculpture.
Here let them rest Put back the
the pillow of down. Turn out
the lights. 1t is Ii o'clock
at night Let slumber drop upon
the eyelids, and the air float through
the half-opened lattice drowsy with
midsummer perfume. Stand back, all
care anxiety, and trouble! But mo-!
! they will not stand back. They rat
tie the lattice. They look under the
canopy With rough touch they
startle his pulses. They cry out at ~
o clock at night, Awake, man! How
can YOU sleep when things are so I'M
certain? What about those stocks?
Hank to the tap of that fire bell; it is
your district! How if you should die
soon? Awake, man! Think of it.
Who will get your property when you
are gone? What will they do with it?
Wake up! Riches sometimes take
wings How if you should get poor?
| Wake upr' Rising on one elbow. the
man of fortune looks out into the
darkness of the room, and wipes the
| dampness from his forehead, and
saws, Alas! For all this scene OF
wealth and magnificence-no rest"
] passed down a street of city
with a merchant. He knew all the
finest houses on the street He said,
There is something the matter in all
these houses In that one it is con-
jugal infelicity. In that one, dis
sipated son. In that, a dissolute
father In that, an idiot child. In
that, the prospect of bankruptcy
This worlds wealth can give no per-
manent satisfaction This is not youl
rest.
You and ! have sesn men try r
another direction. a man says IF
could only rise to such and such &
place of renown; if 1 could gain tina
office; if l could only get the stand
and have my sentiments met with one
good round of hand-clapping applause
if could only write a book that would
live, or make a speech that woule
thrill, or do an action that would re
sound!" The tide turns in his favor
His name is on ten thousand lips
He is bowed to and sought after ant
advanced. Men drink his health a
great dinners. At his fiery words thu
multitudes huzza! From galleries o
beauty they throw garlands. From
house tops, as he passes in long pro
cession, they shake out the nationa
standards. Here let him rest 1t
il o'clock at night. On pillow stuffe'
with nations praise let him Ii
down. Hush! all disturbant voices
In his dream let there be hoisted
throne. and across it march a corona
ton. Hush! Hush! Wake up!" says
rough voice. Political sentiment
. changing. How if you should los
q this place of honor? Wake up! TIL
: morning papers are to be full of de
nunciation. Harken to the execra