The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1894-08-31

TO death because he could not stand the
trouble Burns thought ho world give
everything II he could win the favor Of
courts and princes; won it. and amid
the shouts of great entertainment
when poets and orators aud duSliesses
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 1t tremble,
then died, his entire military achieve
ments dwindling down to a pair Of mill
tary boots which he insisted on having
ON his feet when dying. At Versailles
! saw a picture of Napoleon in his
triumphs. Invent 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 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 the people of Brit
ain, and how they howled at and exc
Grated him when, outside of the room
where his corpse lay, his creditors tried
to get his miserable bones and sell
them!
This world for rest2 'Ahap' cry the
waters, mo rest herel We plunge to
the sea" "Aha!" cry tho mountains,
''no rest herel We crumble to the
plain "Aha!'' cry the towers, mo
rest here! 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 We and Depart.
Now, for what have said all this?
Just to prepare you for the text, "Arise
We and depart, for this is not your rest. +"
am going to make you grand offer,
Some of you remember that when gold
was discovered in California large COM
panies were made up and started off to
get their fortune. Today / want to
make up party for the land of gold.
l 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 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
conquering the sepulcher Of dead
Christ, but for the purpose of reaching
the throne Of 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 Partially in max
ing up this army of Christ. Whatever
your moral or physical stature, what
ever your designations, whatever your
crimes, whatever your weaknesses, /
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 not? 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-
ficts, in which you have bled at every
pore, and you sigh, "Oh, that l had the
wings of dove, that might fly away
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
| 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 a satyr,
her locks addcrs 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 Gcd, can tell you something
| better. If tt ere 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
IN 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 rest!
| Look at that company # enthroncd
ones. Look ut their hands; look at their
geet; look at their eyes. 1t cannot be
that those bright ones ever toiled? Yes,
yesl 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, AID these in Manehcs-
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 arc full.
Oh, sons and daughters Of toll, arise
re and depart, for that is your restl
Scovill McCallum, a boy of my Sun
day school while dying said to his
mother, Don't cry, but sing, sing
"There is rest for the weary,
There is re fer the weary"
Then, putting his wasted hand over his
heart, said, There is rest for me.
A Glorious Consolation.
Oh, We whose locks are wet with the
dews of the night of grief; ye whose
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