Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1894-08-30
tragedy? Up. man! Off of this

| from which he read his speech. or the
books from which he quoted his au-
thorities and goes to his desk to finish
his neglected correspondence, or to
| pen an indignant line to some re
porter. or sketch the plan for pub
| lie defense against the assaults of the
people. Happy when he got his first
| lawyers brief; exultant when he tri-
umphed over his first political rival;
yet, sitting en- the v,ry top of all this
! world offers of praise, he exclaims,
mo rest! no rest!''
Now, for what have / said all this?
Just to prepare you for the text:
Arise ye, and depart; Cor this is not
your rest" l am going to make you
grand offer. Some of you remem-
Der that when gold was discovered in
California large companies were made
up and started off to get their fortune.
To-day want to make up party for
the Land of Gold / hold in my hand
deed from the proprietor 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
thousands of them went off to con-
quer the holy Sepulchre. I ask you
to join q grander crusade-not for the
purpose of conquering the sepulchre
of a 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 making up this army
of Christ. Whatever your moral or
physical stature, whatever your dis
sipations, whatever your crimes, what
ever your weaknesses, l have a COM
mission from the Lord Almighty to
make up this regiment of redeemed
souls, and l cry, ARISE we, and Co
part; for this is not your rest" Many
of you have lately joined this COM
pany, and my desire is thatyou may all
join it. Why not? You know in your
own hearts'experience that what have
is no place to rest in. There are hun
dreds 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 q
thousand conflicts. in which you have
bled at every pore; and you sigh, "Oh,
that l had the wings of dove, that 1
might fly away and be at rest!"
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 fend and the eye of satyr.
her locks adders and her breath tho
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 tho
split bulwark.
Oh We whose locks are wet with the
dews of the night of grief; we whose
hearts are heavy, because those we'll
known footsteps sound no more at the
doorway, yonder is your rest There
is David trium plant; but once he be-
enthroned; but once he .wept for
Sarah. There is Paul exultant: but he
once sat with his feet in the stocks
There is Payson radiant with immortal
health; but on earth he was always
sick. No toll no tears. no partings
no strife, no agonizng cough, to-
night. No storm to ruffie the crystal
sea. No alarm to strike from the
cathedral towers. No dirge throbb bling
from seraphic harps. No tremor in the
everlasting song; but rest-perfect
Recommending rest
Into that rest how many of our
loved ones have gone! The little chill
dren have been gathered up into the
bosom of Christ One of them went
out of the al ms of a widowed mother.
following its father who died few
weeks before. In it's last moment it
seemed to see the departed father. for
it said, looking upward with bright.
ened eountenance. Papa, take me
az"
Others put down the work of mid.
life, feeling they could hardly be
spared from the Office, or store, OF
shop, for day, but are to be spared
from it forever Your mother went.
Having lived life of Christian con.
sistency here, ever busy with kindness
for her children, her heart full of that
meek and quiet spirit that is in the
sight of God of great price, suddenly
her countenance was TRANSPORTED, and
the gate was opened, and she took hel
place amid that great cloud of wit
nesses that hover about the throne.
Glorious consolation! They are not
! dead. You can not make me believe
they are dead They have only moved
: on With more love than that which
they greeted US on earth. they watch
us from their high place and theil
high place, and their voices cheer VI
; in our struggle for the sky. Hail
, spirits blessed, now that ye have
, passed the flood and won the crown