The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1894-08-30

| No rest for the stars they die. No res. IA,
man he must work. toll. suffer aud slave.
Now. for what have said all thtsp' Jus
20 prepare you for the text, arise ye ani
depart. for this Is not your rest" am 20.
Ing to make you q grand Offer. Some OF yor
remember that when gold was discovered IN
| California large computes ware male uo
and started on TO get their fortune. To-iay
want to make up party for the lanl oi
gold. ioid in my hand a deed from thu
proprietor of the estate. 10 which he oTars
to all who will join the company 1000
shares OF infinite value In n city waoo
streets are gold. whose heros are gold,
whose crowns are gold. Yo1 h7versai
OF the crusa1ers-iow that many thou.
sands OF then went OF to conquer the
holy sspulcher. ask you to join n grinder
crusade, not for the purpose OF condusrlns
che sspulcher OF dead Christ, but for IA,
purpose OF rei,hin the throne OF living
Jesus. When an army Ia TO be made up, the
recruiting officer extmiues the vol
uuteers. He tests their eyesigit. he sounds
their lungs, ne measures their stature. Thy
must be Just right or they ars rsjectei. Bat
there shall be no partiallty 10 m akiny up
this army OF Christ. Whatever your moral
or physical stature, wlitever your dissip1.
cions. wh1tever your wssyn3s1, nav> a
commission from the Lord Almighty to make
up this regiment OF reiesmsi souls. and I
cry, "Ariss ys AMI depart, for this Is not
your rest"
Many OF you have lately jo'nsi this con-
pany an l nv desire IL that yo1 NAV all Join
It. Why not2 You know In your own hearts
experience that what l hivs sail about this
world is true-:hlt 1t IL no pla,,to rest In.
There are hundrais her, wssrv-o1. how
weary weary with sin. wstry with trouble,
weary with bsreav Sons oil you have
been pierce through an1 through. You
carry the scars OF thousand con itcss. In
wiich YOU havs bile nj ev5ry pors. an you
sigh. "oh. that hal the wings OF q dove,
that might ny away ani bs at rest fo1
have taken the cup OF this worlds pleasures
ani drunk II to the dregs. an still the thirst
claws at your tongue, and tho fever strikes
to your brain. You have chasei pleasure
through every wiley, by every stream, anti
every brightness an un Ter every sha low,
but lust at the nom ,nt when you were ready
TO put your hand upon ths rosy, laughing
sylph Of the wood she turnel upon you with
the glare OF n nen1 and the eye OF a satyr
her locks aiders and her hrsath the chill
damp OF grave. Out OF Jesus Christ no
rest. No voice to silence tho storm. No
light TO kinile the darkness. No dry docS
TO repair tho split bulwirs.
Thank Goi, can tell you something bot.
ter. II there Is no rest on earth. there is
rest in heaven. or, ye who are worn out
With work, your hands callousei. your backs
bent, your eyes half put out, your fin gers
worn with the needle that In this worli you
who have been waging hand hSht Tor
bread We to who n the night brings little
rest and the morning more drudgery-oh,
We OF the weary hani. AMI OF the weary
side. and the weary foot, hear me talk ABOUT
rest
Look at that company OF enthronei ones.
Look at their hands look at their feet
look at their eyes II cannot be that those
bright ones ever toiledp Yes, yes Tnes'
packed the Chinese teaboxes, and through
missionary instruction escaped into glory
These sweterei on Southern plantations,
and one night after the cotton picking went
up as white as II they had never been black.
Those died OF overtoil In the Lowell carpet
factories, AMI these in Manchester mills.
Those helped build the pyramids, and these
broke away from work on the day Christ
was bounded out OF Jerusalem. No more
towers to build heaven Is done. No more
garments to weave: the robes are finished
No more hnrvests to raise the garners are
full. Oh, sons and daughters OF toll, arise
ye aud depart. for that is your rest
scovill McCallum. boy OF my Sunday
school, while dying said to his mother.
''Don't cry, but sing, sing
"rhere IA rest for the weary,
There ~ rest for the weary
Then, putting b,s yastad- taad over hts
heart, said, ''There Is rest for me-"
oh, ye whose locks are wet with the dews
OF the night OF grief; ye whose hearts are
heavy because those well known footstep,
| sound no more at the doorway yonder Il
your rest! There is David triumphant. but
once he bemoaned Absalom. There Is Abra
ham enthroned, but once he wept for Sarah.
There Is Paul exultant but he once sat with
his feet In the stocks. There Is Pavson
radiant with immortal health, but oh earth
he was always sick. No toll. no tears, nc
partings no strife. no asonizing cough to.
night. No storm to ruffie the crystal sea
No alarm to strike from the cathedral
towers. No dirge throbbiny from seraphic
harps. No tremor in the everlasting song,
but rest-perfect rest-unending rest
Into that rest how many OF our loved ones
have gone The little children had been
gathered up into the bosom OF Christ. One
OF them went out OF the arms of widowed
mothei, following its father, who died few
weeks before. In its last moment II seemed
to see the departed father, for 1t said, look
ing upward with frightened countenance,
"Pap.., take me up"
Others put down the work OF mid life, feel
ing they could hardly be spared fro m the OF.
Ace or store or shop for day, but are TO be
spared from 1t forever. Your mother went.
Having lived a life OF Christian consistency
here ever busy with Kindness for her chill
dren, her heart full OF that meek and quiet
spirit that is in the sight OF God great price,
suddenly her countenance was transfigured,
and the gate was opened, ana she took her
place amid that great cloud OF witnesses that
hover about the throne.
Glorious consolation! Theyare not dead.
You cannot make me believe they are dead.
They have only moved on. With more love
than that with which they greet US on earth,
they watch us iron their high place, and
their voices cheer us In our struggles for the
sky. Hail, spirits blessed, now that ye have
passed the flood and won the crown With
weary feet we press up the shining way. un-
I'll In everlasting reunion we shall meet
again. Oh. won't Ii be grand when, our
conflicts done and our partings over, we
shall clasp hands and cry out, This Is
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