The united opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1881-1970, 1894-08-31

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books from which he quoted his author
tiles, and goes to his desk to finish hi
neglected correspondence, or to pen al
rhignant line to some reporter, O.
sketch the plan for public defens'
against the assaults Of the people Hap
py WHEN he got his first lawyers brief
exultant when he triumphed over hi
first political rival, yet, sitting on the
very top Of all that this world offers Of
praise, he exclaims, "No rest, no restP
From Despair to Triumph.
The very world that now applauds
will soon hiss. That world said of the
jruat Webster "What a statesman
What wonderful exposition of the con-
stitutionl A man fit for any position F"
That same world said after awhile:
"Down with him! He is an office seeker.
He is a sot. He is ibertine. Away
with himP' And there is no peace for
the man until he lays down his broken
heart in the grave at Marshfeld Jeffrey
thought that if he could only be judge
that would be the making Of him; got
to be judge and cursed the day in which
he was born, Alexander wanted to sub
merge the world with his greatness;
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 great entertainment
when poets and orators and duchesses
were adoring his genius wished that he
could, creep back into the obscurity i'll
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 a pair Of mill
tary boots which he insisted on having
on his feet when dying. At Versailles
l saw a picture of Napoleon in his
triumphs. Iwent 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
theml
This world for rest? "Ahar' cry the
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the sea-" "Ahar' cry the mountains,
mo rest herel We crumble to the
plain. - "Ahal' 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 Ye and Depart.
Now, for what have I said all this?
just to prepare you for the text, "Arise
ye and depart, for this is not your rest. p"
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 a 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. l ask you to join
grander crusade not for the purpose of |
the sepulcher 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 max
ing up this army Of Christ. Whatever
your moral or physical stature, what
ever your dissipations, whatever your
'rlmes, whatever your weaknesses, |
nave a commission from the Lord AL
mighty to make up this regiment Of re-
deemed souls, and I cry, "Arise ye
md depart, for this is not your rest.
Many of you have lately joined this
company, and my desire is that you may
ii join it. Why not? You know in
our own hearts experience that what
have said about this world is true
hat 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
ave been pierced through and through.
Iou carry the scars of thousand con-
licts, in which you have bled at every
ore, and you sigh, ooh, that had the
wings of dove, that l might fly away
nd be at restp' You have taken the
up of this worlds pleasures and drunk
to the drcgs, and still the thirst claws
t your tongue, and the fever strikes to
our brain. You have chased pleasure
trough every valley, by every stream,
mid every brightness and under every
hadow, but just at the moment when
on were all ready to put your hand
pom the rosy, laughing sylph of the
rood she turned upon you with the
lare of fiend and the eye of a satyr,