The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1894-09-07

| Away with hlm! And there IS nc
peace for the man until he lays down
his broken heart in the grave at Marsh
field. Jeffrey thought if he could
only be Judge that would be
the making of him; got to be
judge, and cursed the day in
which be was born. Alexander wanted
to submerge the world with his great
ness; submerged it, 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 en-
tertainment, when poets, and orators,
and duchesses were adoring his genius,
wished that 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
military boots which he insisted on
having on his feet when dying. At
Versailles I saw picture of Napoleon
/ in his triumphs. l went into another
room and saw a bust of Napolean
as he appeared at st. Helena:
but oh, what grief and anguish
/ in the face of the latter! The first
was Napoleon in triumph, the last was
| Napoleon with his heart broken How
they laughed and cried when silver
tongued Sheridan, in the midway of
prosperity, harangued the people of
Britain, and how they howled at and
execrated him, when. outside of the
room where his corpse lay, his credit
ors tried to get his misera BILE bones and
sell them!
| This world for rest? "Aha!" cry the
waters, mo rest here-we plunge to
the sea-" "Aka!' cry the mountains,
mo rest here-we crumble to the
plain" ''Aha!'' cry the towers. mo
rest here-we follow Babylon. and
Thebes, and Ninevah 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.
Now, for what have l said all this?
Just to prepa: you for the text: "Arise
We, and depart; for this is not your
rest" I am going to make you grand
offer. Some of You remember when
gold was discovered in California, large
companies were made up and started
off to get their fortune. To-day / want
to make up a party for the land of
gold. l hold in my hand deed from
the Proprietor of the estate.
in which He offers to all
who will join the company
ten Thousand shares of infinite value,
in a 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 off
to conquer the Holy Sepulcher. / ask
you to join grander crusade not for
the purpose of conquering the sepul
cher of dead Christ, but for the pur-
pose of reaching the throne of
living Jesus. When an army is
to be made up, the recruit
ing officer examines the volun-
teers; he tests their eyesight; he sounds
their lungs; he measures their stature;
they must be just right, or they arc re-
jected. But there shall be no PARTIAL
ty in making up this army of Christ.
Whatever your moral or physical stat
ure, whatever your designations, what
ever your crimes. whatever your weak
nesses. ] have a commission from the
Lord Almighty to make up this regiment
of redeemed souls, and l cry: "Arise We,
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 Aot? You know
!,
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 bereave-
ment. Some of you have been pierced
through and through. You carry
the scars of thousand con-
hicts, in which you have bled at
every pore: and you sigh: ''Oh, that
had the wings of a dove, that l 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 striks to your brain. You have
chased pleasure through every valley,
by every stream, amid every bright
ness, and under every shadow; but just
at the moment when you were all ready
to put your hand upon the rosy, laugh
ing sylph of the wood, she turned
upon you with the glare of a fend and
the eye of satyr, her locks adders, and
her breath the chill damp of grave.
Out of Jesus Christ not rest. No voice
to silence the storm. No light to
kindle the darkness. No dry dock to
repair the split bulwark.
Thank God, can tell you something
better If there is no rest on earth,
there is rest in Heaven. Oh, We 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 may
never lay down; We discouraged ones,
who have been waging hand-to-hand
fight for bread; We to whom the night
brings little rest and the morning
more drudgery-oh, We of the weary
hand, and of the weary side, and the
weary foot hear me talk about rest.
Look at that company of enthroned
ones. Look at their hands; look at
their feet; look at their eyes. 1t can
not be that those bright ones ever
toiled? Yes! yes! These packed
Chinese tea boxes. and through mis-
sionary instruction escaped into glory.
These sweltered on southern planta-
tions, and one night, after the cotton
picking. went up as white as if they
had never been black. Those died of