Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1894-08-27

"Arise ye, and Depart; IOr tnls 10
not your rest" Many Of you
have lately joined this company,
and my desire is that you
NAV all Join it. Why not? You know
in your own hearts experience that
what l have said about this world Is
true-that 1t is no place to rest H.
There are hundreds here weary-oh,
how weary-weary with sin; weary with
trouble: weary with bereavement
Some OF you have beer pierced through
and through. You carry the sears OF
thousand conflicts, in which you nave
bled at every pore; and you sigh, ''On,,
that had the wings of dove, that l
might hy away and be at rest" You
have taken the cup Of this world
Measures and drunk ii to the dregs, and
still the thirst claws al 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;
bpt lust at the moment when you were
all ready to put your hand upon the rosy,
laughing syl oh Of the wood, she turned
uuon YOU with the glare OF iend and
the eye Of satyr, her locks adders, ana
her breath the chill damp or grave.
Out OF Jesus Christ no rest NO voice
TO silence the storm. No light 10 Kindle
the darkness. No dry dock to repair
the split bulwark.
Thank God l can tell you something
better. II there is no rest on earth
there is rest in heaven. Oh, ye who
are worn out with work, your hands
cslloused, your backs bent, your eyes
half nut out, your fingers worn with
the needle that in this world You may
never Law down; We discouraged ones,
who have been waging hsnd-to-hand
fight for bread; ye 10 wnom the night
brings little rest and the morning more
drudgery-oh, We OF the weary hand,
and of the wearj side, and the weary
foot. bear me talk about rest.
Look at that company Of enthroned
ones. Look at their hands; look at
their feet; look at their eyes. 1t can
not be that those bright ones ever
toiled? Yes. yes! These packed the
Chinese tea boxes, and through mission
ary instruction escaped into glory.
These sweltered on Southern planta-
tions, and enc night, after the cotton
picking, went up as white as II they
had never been black. Those
DIED OF oYERToIL
10 the Lowell carpet factories, aud
these In Manchester mills; those helped
build the Pyramids, aud these broke
away from work on the day Christ was
bounded out of Jerusalem. No more
towers 10 build; heaven is done. No
more garments TO weave; the robes are
finished. No more harvests TO raise;
the gamers are full. On, sons AID
daughters OF TOLL arise We and depart,
for that is your rest.
But there are some OF you who want
TO hear about the land whore they never
nave 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 l see one family circle that Is
unbroken 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 a bright light put out,
and there another AID yOnder another.
With such griefs how are you to rest?
VIII there ever be power that can
attune that silent voice or kindle the
lustre OF that closed eve or put the
spring aud dance into that little foot?
When we bank up the dust over the
dead, IS the sod never to be broken? Is
the cemetery 10 hear no sound but the
tire Of the horse wheel, or the tap OF
the bell al the gate as. tho long process
slons come in with their awful burdens
OF grief? Is the bottom OF the grave
gravel and the top dust? No! no. no!
The tomb is Only place where we wrap
our robes about US for pleasant nap
on our way home. The swelling OF
Jordan will only wash of the dust of
the way, From the top OF the grave
we catch q glimpse OF the towers CLINT
ed with the sun that never sets,
Oh ye, 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 triumphant; but once he bemoan-
ed Absalom. There is Abraham en-
throned; but once be wept for Sarah.
There is Paul exultant; but be 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, 10 strife, no
sgonIzlng cough, tonight No storm TO
ruilie the crystal sea. No alarm TO
strike from the cathedral towers. No
dirge
THROBBING FROM SERAPHIC HARPs.
No tremor in the everlasting song; but
rest-periect rest-unending rest
Into that rest how many Of our loved
ones have gone? The little children
have been gathered up lnto the bosom
Of Christ. Others put down the work
Of midlife, feeling they could hardly
be spared from the Office, or
store, or shop, for q day, but are
TO be spared from il forever. Your moth
er went. Having lived a life Of Chris
tisn consistency here, ever busy with
kindness for her children, her heart
full Of that meek aud quiet spirit that
Is 10 the sight Of God OF great price.
suddenly her countenance was trans
figured, aud the gate was opened, and
she took her place amid that great
crowd Of witnesses that hover about the
thronel
Glorious consolation They are not
dead You cannot make me believe
they are dead. They have only moved
on. With more love than that with
which they greeted us on earth, they
watch US from their high place, and
their voices cheer us in our struggle for
the sky. Hail, spirits blessed, now that
ye have passed the food aud won the