The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1894-08-29

plan for public defense against
the assaults of the people. Hap
py when he got his first law
yer's brief; exultant when he
triumphed over his first political rival
yet, sitting on the very top of all that
this world offers Of praise, he exclaims;
mo rest! no rest!" The very world
that now applauds will soon hiss. That
world said of the great Webster;
What a statesmanl What wonderful
exposition of the constitution A man
! tit for any position!" That same world
said, after awhile: "Down with him!
He is an office-seeker! He is sot! He
is libertine! Away with himl' And
there is no peace for the man until he
lays down his broken heart at Marsh.
field. Jeffrey thought that if he
could only be judge, that would be
the making of him; got to be judge,
and cursed the day in which he was
born. Alexander wanted to submerge
the world with his greatness; sub.
merged 1t, and then drank himself to
death because he could not stand the
trouble. Burns thought he would give
everything if he could win the favor Of
courts and princes; won it, and amid
the shouts of a great entertainment,
when poets, and orators, and duchesses
were adoring his genius, wished 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 pair of mil.
itary boots, which he insisted on hay
ing on his feet when dying. At Yer.
sailles saw picture of Napoleon in
his triulnphs. 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 tri
umph, the last was Napoleon with his
heart broken. How they laughed and
cried when silver-tongued Sheridan, in
the midday Of prosperity, harangued
the people of Britain, and how they
howled at Id execrated him, when
outside of the room where his corpse
lay, his creditors tried to get his mis-
erable bones and sell them!
This world for rest? ''Aha" cry the
waters, mo rest here-we plunge tc
the sea-" "Aha," cry the mountains
mo rest here-we crumble to the
plain" aha" cry the towers, mo rest
here-we follow Babylon, and Thebes
and Nineveh into the dust" No resi-
for the flowers; they fade. No rest fol
the stars; they die. No rest for man
he must work, toll, suffer and slave.
Now, for what have l said all this
Just to prepare You Tor the text: "ArisC
ye, and depart; for this is not you
rest. ? AN going to make you gran'
offer. Some of you remember that whel
gold was discovered in California, larg,
companies were made up and started
off to get their fortune. To-day wan
to make up party for the Land o
Gold. hold in my hand deed iron
the Proprietor of the estate, in whicl
He offers to all VIII will join the com
pany ten Thousand shares of in
finite value, in city who's
streets are gold, whose harps are gold
whose crowns are gold. You hav
read of the crusaders-how that man,
thousands of them went off to conque
the Holy Sepulcher ask you to joil
grander crusade not for the purpos
of conquering the sepulcher Of a dea
Christ, but for the purpose of reaching
the throne of living Jesus. When al
army.is to be made up, the recruiting
officer examines the volunteers; h
tests their eyesight; he sounds thei
lungs; he measures their stature; the,
must be just right, or they are rejected
But there shall be no partially in max
ing up this army of Christ. Whateve
your moral or physical stature, what
ever your crimes, whatever your weak
ness, have commission from tn
Lord Almighty to make up this regi
ment of redeemed souls, and | cry
"Arise We, and depart; for this is no
your rest" Many of you have joine,
this company, and my desire is tina
you may all join it Why not
You know in your own hearts
experience that what 1 have SAT-
about this world is true-that it is n
place to rest in. There are hundred
here weary-O, how weary-weary wit
sin; weary with trouble; weary wit
bereavement Some of you have bee
pierced through and through. Yo
carry the scars of a thousand conflicts
in which you have bled at every pore
and you sigh: 20, that | had the wing
of dove, that l might fly away and b
at restr' You have taken the cup c
this worlds pleasures and drunk it
the dregs, aud still the thirst claws a
your tongue, and the fever strikes t
your brain. You have chased pleasur
through every valley, by every stream
amid every brightness, and under ever
shadow; but just at the moment whe
you were all ready to put your han
upon the rosy, laughing sylph of tn
wood, she, turned upon you with tn
glare Of 6end and the eye of satyl
| her locks adders, and her breath tn
chill damp of grave. Out of Jesu
Christ no rest No voice to silence tn
storm. No light to kindle the darl
ness. No dry dock to repair the spli
bulwark
Thank God, / can tell you somethin
better. If there is no rest ON eartt