The Lexington dispatch. [volume] (Lexington, South Carolina) 1870-1917, 1894-09-05

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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 silver
tongued Sheridan in the midday OF pros
perity haranged the people of Britain,
and how they howled at and eXscrated
him when, outside OF the room where
bis corpse lay, his creditors tried to get
his miserable bones and sell them!
This world for rest? Aha" cry the
waters, ''no rest here! We plunge to
the sea-" s'Aha," cry the mountains,
mo rest here! We crumble to the
! plain" AHA" cry the towers, mo
rest here! We follow Baby lon and The
bes and Nlneveh into the dust" No
rest for the flowers. They fads. No
rest for The stars. They die. No rest
for man. He must work, toll, suffer
and slave,
Now, for what have I said all this?
Just to prepare you the text, ''Arise ye
and depart, for this is not. your rest"
I an going to make you grand ctter.
Some of you remember that when gold
was discovered in California large com.
panies were made up and strated of to
get their fortunes. Today want to
make up a party for the land Of gold. 1
hold in my hand deed from the proprie.
tor of the estate, in which he cfors to
all who will join the company 10000
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 thou5-
| ands, of them went eff to conquer the
holy sepalcher. I ask you to JOIN
grander crusade, not for the purpose OF
conquering tie sepulcher ofa dead Christ,
but for the purpose OF reaching the
throne Of a living Jesus. When an
army is to be made up, the recruiting Of
fcer examines the volunteers. He tests
their eyesight. He sounds their lungs.
He measures their stature. They must
be just right, or they are rejscted. But
there shall be no partialitay in making
up this army Of Christ. Whatever your
moral or physical stature, whatever your
dissipation, whatever your crimes,
whatever your weaknesses, l
have commission from the
Lord Almighty to make upthe regiment
of redeemed souls. and cry. ARISE
ye and depart for this is not your restv
Many of you have lately joined this
company, and my desire is that you may
all joint. Why not? You know in
your own hearts experience that what
I have said about this world is true
that it is no place to rest in. There are
hundreds here wearY-oh, how weary
with sin; weary with trouble; weary with
bereavement! Some OF you have been
pierced through and through. You car
rY the sears Of thousand conflicts IN
| which you heave bled at every pore and
you sigh, "Oa, that I had the wings OF a
| dove that might fly away and be at
rest!" You have taken the cup OF this
worlds pleasures and drank it to the
iregs, add still the thirst claw 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 sha.
| dow, but Just at the moment when you
were all ready to put your hand upon the
| rosy, laughing sylpi OF the wood she
turned upon you with the glare Of fiend
and the eve Of sstYr, her locks adders,
and her breath the Child damp of a grave
Out Of Jesus Christ no rest. No voice
| to silence the storm. No light 10 klndle
the darkness. No drYdock 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 vino are worn
out with work, your hands calloused,
your backs bent, VCuc eyes half put out,
your fingers worn with the needle that
in this world you may never lay down;
ye discouraged ones who have been wag-
| ing hand to hand fight for bread; Ye to
whom the night brlRgs little rest and the
morning more drudgery-oh, ye Of the
weary hand, and of the weary side, and
the weary foot, hear me talk abou. 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
tolled? Yes, yes! These packed the
Chinese teaboxes, and through mission.
ary instruction escaped into glory.
These sweltered on southern plantations,
and one night after The cotton picking
went up as white as if they had never
been black. Those died of overtoil ia
the Lowell carpet factories, and these in
Manchester mills; those helpsd build the
pyramids, aud these broke away from
work on the day Christ was bounded
out of Jerusalem. No more towers to
build. Heaven is done. No more gar"
ments to weave. The robes are finished.
No more harvests to raise. The gardens
are full. On, sons and aughters oftoil,
arise ye and depart, for that IS your
rest!
Scovill McCallun, a boy OF my Sun
day school, while dying said to his mo.
ther 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 f)r me-"
Oh, ye whose locks are wet with the
dews of the night Of grie'; ye whose
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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 for Sarah. There ls
Paul exultant, bat he once sat with his
teet it the stocks. There is Payson radI
ant with immortal health, but on earth
he was always sick. No toll, no tears,
no partings, no strife, no agoniz q g
cough tonight. No storm to ruili9 the
crystal sea. No alarm TO strike from
the cathedral towers. No dirge throb.
bing from seraphiC hsrps. No tremor
in the everlasting song, but rest, perfect
rest, unendng rest.
Into that rest how many of our loved
ones have gone! The little children have
been gathered up into the bosom Of
Christ. O1e of them went out Of the
arms of widowed mother, following It's
father, who died few weeks before. In
its last moment it seemed to see the
6enarted father for 4 said LOOKING M.