The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1894-09-05

his broken heart IN the grave al Marsh-
field. Jeffrey thought that # he could
only be Judge that wcu'd be the maxine
of him; cot to be JUDGE aud cursed the
cay or which nc was born. Alexander
wanted to subDerge the world with his
greatness; submerged it, and then drans
himself to death because he could moi
stand the trouble. Burns thcueht be
would give everything if he could wiz
the favor of courts and princes. Won
it, ard smid the shouts Of great enter
tainment, when poets ard orators anc
dnchesses were adoring bis genius,
wished that lie could creep back into ths
ohscurity in which be dwelt when ne
wrote ofthe
Daisy, we, modest, crimson tipped sower
Napoleon wanted 10 make all Europe
trembEe at bis power; made it tremnle
then ded, lis entire military achieve
ments Gwindling down 10 pair OF mill
tarv boots which be insisted on havlns
on bis feet when dying. At Versailles
I saw q picture OF Napoleon in his trl
umphs. I went into another room ant
saw bust of Napoleon ss he appeared
at st. Helena; but, soh, what grief an(
anguish in the face OF the latter! Iht
first was Napoleon in triumph; the las'
was Napoleon with bis heart broken
HOW they laughed and cried when silver
torgued Sheridan in the midday OF pros
peri:y haranged the people OF Britain
and how they howled at and exscrstec
him when, outside OF the room where
his corpse lay, his creditors tried to gel
his miserable bones and sell them!
This world for rest? aba" cry tie
waters, ''no rest here! We plunge tc
the sea-" AHA" cry the mountains
"no rest here! We crumble to the
plaip." "Aha," cry the towers, '.nc
rest here! We follow Bab5 lon and The
bes and Nlneveh into the dust" No
rest for the flowers. They fade. Nc
rest for The stars. They die. No resi-
for msu. He must work, toll, suffer
and slave,
Now, for what have I said ali this:
Just to prepare you the text, 'Ar.se ye
and depart, for this is not your rest"
I as1 going TO make you grand cfter.
Some of you remember that when gold
was discovered in California large com
panies were made up and strated OH to
get their fortunes. Today I want to
make up party for the land of gold. l
hold in my hand deed from the proprle'
tor of the estate, in which he ctl.rs to
sll who will join the company 10000
shares of Infinite value in city whose
streets are gold, whose harps are gold,
whose crowns are gold. You have read
of the crusaders-how that many thous'
ands, of them went eff to conquer the
holy sepalcher. I ask you to JOIN a
grander crusade, not for the purpose OF
conouerins the sepulcher offs dead Christ,
but for the purpose of reaching the
throne of living Jesus. When an
army is to be made up, the recruiting o.
f,er examines the volunteers. He tests
their evesight. He sounds their lungs.
He measures their stature. They must
be Just right, or they are reiscted. But
there shall be no partialitay ia making
up this army of Christ. Whatever Jour
moral or physical stature, -hatever your
dissipation, whatever your crimes,
whatever your weaknesses, l
have commission from the
Lord Almighty to make up the regiment
of redeemed souls. and I cry. "Arlse
ye snd depart for this is not your rest!'
Many OF you have lately joined this
company, and my desire is that you may
all Join 1t. Why MOI? You know =
your own hearts experiIssaseee mat what
I have said sb5ut- this world is true
that it is 80 place to rest in. There ara
6und:eds 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 a thousand conflicts 10
which you heave bled at every pore and
you SIGH, GOA, that I had the wings OF a
dove that I might fly away and be at
rest!" You have taken the cup OF this
worlds pleasures and drank it to the
Jregs, 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 ct the wood she
turned upon you with the glare OF q fend
and the eye of q satYr, 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 to klndle
the darkness. No drydock to repair the
split bulwark.
Thank God, I can tell you something
better. If there is no rest on earth there
Is rest in heaven. On, ye who are worn
out with work, your hands calloused,
your backs bent, Yous eyes half put out,
your fingers worn with the needle that
il this world you may never lay down;
ye discouraged ones who have been wag-
ing q hand to hand fight for bread; ye to
whom the night brlngs little rest and the
morning more drudgery-oh, Je Of the
weary hand, and of 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 st their eyes, 1t can
not b. that those bright ones ever
to!le6? Yes, yes! These packed the
Chinese teaboxes, and through mission.
sry 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 IN
the Lowell carpet factories, and these 10
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. Oa, sons and daughters oftoil,
arise ye and depart, for that is your
restl