The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-08-27
EVERLASTING LIFE.
This Is the Text Of Rev. Dr.. Tai
ma6e'S. Sermon To-day.


Gold Fields of California-He Desires
TO Make Up Parties for Another
\ Land Of GoId-The Land of Rest.
Brooklyn. Aug. 26.-Rev. DR.. Talmage,
who is now in Australia on his globe
girdling tour, has selected as the subject
of his sermon for to-day, through the
press. the words, Everlasting Life" the
text being from Micah ii, 10; arise ye
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 tell Of the gospel strikes in
as clear tone as when 1t first rang on
the air.
AS far as I can see your great want and
mine is rest. From the time we enter
life a great many vexations and annoy
ances 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 entire restl The
fact is that God did not make this world
10 rest in. A ship might as well go down
of Cape Hatteras to find smooth water as
a man in this world TO ind quiet. From
the way that God has strewn the thorns,
and hung the clouds, and sharpened
the tusks; from the colds that dis.
tress US. and the heats that smite US,
and the pleurisies that stab us, and the
fevers that consume US, know that he did
not make this world as a place 10 loiter
in. God does every thing successfully;
and this world would be a very different
world if il were intended for US 10 lounge
in 1t does right well for a few hours
Indeed, it is magnificent Nothing but
infinite wisdom and goodness could have
mixed this 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 10 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 mar
kets They had stock in the most sue
cessful railroads, and in safety deposits"
great rolls of government securities. They
had emblazoned carriages, high-mettled
steeds, foOtmen, plate that confounded
lords and senators who sat at their table,
tapestry on which fioated the richest de-
signs of foreign looms, splendor of canvas
on the wall, exquisiteness of music rising
among pedestal Of bronze, and dropping,
soft as light, on snow Of sculpture. Here
let them rest. Put back the embroidered
curtain, and shake up the pillow of down.
Turn out the lights, It is eleven 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 no!
they will not stand back They rattle
the lattice. They look under the canopy
With rough touch they startle his pulses.
They cry out at u o'clock at night,
Awake, man! How can you sleep when
things are so uncertainl What about
those stocksi Hark TO the tap of that
fire-bell; il is your district How if you
should die SOON Awake, man! Think of
it! Who will get your property when you
are gomez What will they do with it
Wake up! Riches sometimes take wings.
How if you should get poor! Wake up!"
Rising on one elbow, the man of fortune
looks out into the darkness of the room,
and wipes the dampness from his fore
head. and says. alas / or all this scene
of wealth and magnifcence-no rest"
passed down a street of city with a
merchant. He knew all the finest houses
on the street. He said There is some
thing the matter in all these houses. In
that one it is conjugal iufehcity. In that
one, dissipated son. In that, dissolute
father In that an idiot child. In that,
the prospect of bankruptcy" This
worlds wealth can give no permanent
satisfaction. This is not your rest
You and | have seen men try in another
direction. A man says, IF could only
rise TO such and such place of renown
if / could gain that Office; if I could only
get the stand and have my sentiments
met with one good round of handicap
ping applause; if J could only write a
book that would live, or make a speech
that would thrill, or do an action that
would resound!n The tide turns in his
favor. His name is on ten thousand lips.
He is bowed TO. and sought after, and
advanced Men drink his health at great
dinners. At his fiery words the multi-
tudes huZla. From galleries of beauty
they throw garlands. From housetops,
as he passes in long procession, they
shake out the national standards. Here
let him rest. 1t is IL o'clock at night.
On pillow stuffed with a nations praise
let him lie down. Hush! all disturbant
voices. In his dream let there be hoisted
a throne, and across il march a COZ ona-
ton Hush! Hush Wake up!" saws a
4 lis
changing. How if you should lose this
place Of honor? Wake up! The morning
papers are TO be full of denunciation.
Harken TO the eXecratons of those who
once caressed you BY tomorrow night
there will be multitudes sueering at the
words which last night you expected
would be universally admired How can
you sleep when everything depends upon
the next turn of the great tragedy? Cp.
man OF of this pillow :" The man, with
head yet hot from his last grafton, starts
up suddenly, looks out upon the night
but sees nothing except the flowers that
lie on his stand, or the scroll from which
he read his speech, or the books from
which he quoted his authorities, and goes
10 his desk to finish his neglected CORE.
spondence, or 10 pen an indignant line to
some reporter, or sketch the plan for a
public defense against the assaults of the
people. Happy when he got his first
triumphed over his first political rival
yet, sitting on the very top of all that this
world offers of praise, he exclaims, "No
rest no rest"
The very world that now applauds will
soon hiss. That world said of the great
Webster, what statesman What
wonderful exposition of the constitution
A man fit for any position" That same
world said after a while, Down with
him He is an Office seeker. He is a sot.
He is a libertine. Away with him ~
And there is no peace for the man until
he lays down his broken heart in the
grave at Marshfield. Jeffrey thought