The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-08-27


TOleOn in triumph, 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 and execrated him
when. outside the room where his corpse
lay. his creditors tried 70 get his misera-
bic bones and sell them.
This world for rest All" cry the
waters, no rest here-we plunge 10 the
sea" All" cry the mountains 20 no rest
here-we crum BILE 10 the plain All 80
cry the towers. '' no 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.
Now, for what have said all this
just 70 prepare YOU for the text. Arise
We, and depart; for this is not your rest"
/ am going 70 make you a grand offer.
Some of you remem Der that when gold
was discovered in California, large com
panies were made up and started OF 70
get their fortune. To-day | want 10 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 ten thousand
shares Of infinite value, in a city
whose sstreets are gold, whose harps
have read of the crusaders-hOw that
many thousands of them went of TO con-
quer the Holy sepulchre. 1 ask you
TO Join a grander crusade--nOt Tor the
purpose of cOnquering the sepulchre Of
dead Christ, but for the purpose of reach
ing the throne of living Jesus. When an
army is TO be made up, the recruiting Of
tcer examines the volunteers; he tests
their eyesight; he sounds their lungs he
FFsafF efaf h.
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 diSsipa-
tions, whatever your crimes, whatever
your weaknesses, 1 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 .oin 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 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 thousand con-
tllcts, IN which you have bled at every
pore; and you sigh, "Oh, that l had the
wings of a dove, that might fly away and
be at rest!' You have taken the cup of
this worlds pleasures and drunk il 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 a fend and the
eye of satyr, her locks adders and her
breath the chill damp of q 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.
Thank God, can tell you something
better. If there 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; We
discouraged ones, who have been waging
a 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 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 cannot be that
those bright ones ever toiled Yes yes!
These packed the Chinese tea boxes, and
through missionary instruction escaped
into glory. These sweltered on southern
plantations, and one night, after the cot
ton-picking, went up as white as if they
had never been black. Those died of
overtoil in the Lowell carpet factories,
and these in Manchester mills; those
helped build the pyramids, and these
broke away from work on the day Christ
was bounded out of Jerusalem. No more
towers to build; heaven is done No
more garments to weave, the robes are
flushed. No more haryests to raise, the
gamers are full. Oh, sons and daughters
of toll arise We and depart, for that is
your test.
Scovill M'Callum, boy of my Sunday
school, while dying, said to his mother,
Don't cry, but sing, sing,
There is rest for the weary
There is rest for the weary
Then, putting his wasted hands over his
heart, said, There is rest for me"
But there are some of YOU VINO want to
hear about the land where they never
have any heartbreaks, and no graves are
dug. Where are your father and mother,
The most of you are orphans. l look
around, and where / see one man who has
parents living, l see ten who are orphans.
Where are your children? Where | see
one family circle that is IN broken | see
three or four that have been desolated.
One lamb gone out of this fold one flower
plucked from that garland; one golden
link broken from that chain: here
bright light put out, and there another,
and yonder another. With such
griefs, how are you to rest2 VIII there
ever he power that can attune that silent
voice, or kindle the lustre of that closed
eye, or put spring and dance into that
little foot} When we bank up the dust
over the dead, is the sod never 10 be
broken Is the cemetery to hear no sound
but the tire of the hearse wheel, or the
tap of the bell at the gate as the long pro.
ceSsions come in with their awful burdens
OF grief! Is the bottom OF the grave
gravel, and the top dust2 No! no, not
The tomb is only place where we wrap
our robes about US for pleasant nap on
our way home. The swellings of Jordan
will only wash OF the dust of the way.
From the top Of the grave we catch .
glimpse OF the towers ginted with the
sun that never sets.
Oh We whose locks are wet with the
dews OF the night of grief; We whose
hearts are heavy, because those well
known footsteps sound no more at the
doorway. yonder is your rest! There is
David triumphant; but once he bemoaned
Absalom. There is Abraham enthroned
but once he wept Cor Sarah. There is
Paul eXultant; but he once sat with mis-
feet in the stocks. There is Paysou IA.