Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1894-09-01
EVERLASTING LIFE.
REV. Or. TALa.AeE on THE REST
THAT ETERNITY BRINGS.

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Life Is Sure ;:nd safe-An Eloquent and
Comforting Address.
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globe glrallng tour mas seseeseu as 'fe
subject OF his sermon for to-day, through
the press, tho words, Everlasting
Life, - the text being from Micah ii, &c,
q "Arise We and dopart, for this is net
your rest. .
This was tho drum beat of n prophet
who wanted TO arouse his pcople from
their oppressod and sinful condition,
but it may lust as properly be uttered
now as then. Bells By long exposure
and much ringing lose their clcarress
of tone, but this rousing bell Of the Cos
pei strikes in as clear tone as when it
first rang OH tho air.
As far as can sec your great want
and mine is rest From the time we
enter life a great many vcxations and
annoyances take after us. We may have
our holidays and our seasons Of recrea-
ton and quiet, but where is the man
como to midlife who has found entire
rest? The fact is that God did not mako
this world to rest in. A ship might as
well go down of Caro- Hattcras to find
smooth water as man in this world to
find quiet. From the way that God has
strewn the thorns and hung the clouds
and sharpened the tuslls, from tho colds
that distress us, and the heats that smite
US, and the plcurisies that stab us, and
the fevers that consume Us, l know that
he did not mako this world as place
to loiter in. God does everything sue
cessfully, and this world would be q
very different world if it were intended
for Us to lounge in. 1t does right we'll
for few hoErs. Indeed it is magnii-
cent? Nothing but infiEitc wisdom and
! goodness could have mixed this bever-
age of water or hung up these brackets
of stars, or trained these voices Of rill
and bird and ocean, so that God has
but to lift his hand, and the whole
world breaks forth into orchestra. But,
after all, it is only the sQlcnGors of a
kings highway, over which we are to
march on to eternal eonQuests
No Rest.
You and 1 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
markets. They had stock in the most
successful railroads and in safety de-
posits' great rolls of government Sc
curities. They had omblazonod car
riages, high mettled steede, footrscn,
plate that confoundcd lords and sena-
tons who sat at their tables, tapestry OH
which fioated the richest designs of for
eign looms, splenGor Of canvas on the
walls, exuuisitcness of music rising
among podestals Of bronze AID drop
ping, soft rs light On snow CT sculpture
Here let tho1n rest. Put back tire ON.
broidered curtain and shake I'D the pill
low of down. Tu1n out the lights. It is
IL o'clock ut night. Let slumber drop
upon the cyelids 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 rat
tie the lattice. They lcok Rider the
canopy. With rough touch they staltlc
his pulses. They cry ont at IL O'Clock
at night: awake, mani How can you
sleep when things are so uncertain?
What about those stocks? Harlz to the
tap Of that frebdlll It is your district
How if YOU should die soon? Awake,
man! Think of i'll Who will get your
property when you arc eono? What Will
they do with it? Wake upl Riches
sometimes take wings! How If you
should get roor? Wake upi" Rising on
one elbow, the man Of fortune locks out
into the darkness Of the room and wipes
the darlpness from lis forehead and
says, "Al.,s, for all this scene Ct wealth
and rnagniGoence-no rost!'
passed down street Of a city with
q merchant. He knew all the finest
houses OF the street. He said: There
is something the matter in all these
houses. In that one it is conjural infelio-
ity; i'll that enc, a dissipated son; in
that, a dissoluto father; il that, an
idiot child; in that, the prospect Of
bankruptcy This worlds wealth can
give no permanent satisfaction. This is
not your rest.
Fame Is vapor.
You and have seen mon try in an
other direction. A man says: ''lf l
could only rise to such and such q place
of renown; if 1 could gain that office; if
l could only get the stand and have my
sentiments met with one good round
of hand clapping applause; if l could
only write a book that would live, or
make a speech that world thrill, or do
an action that would rcsoundr' The
tide turns ia his favor. His namo Is on
10, 600 lips. lie IS bowed to and sought
after and advanced Men drink his
health ot ofTant diuuass Al his fiery
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