The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1895-10-18

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Fatiofis and anroFances more beara Bile.
In the midst Of the city OF Paris
stands statue of the good bat bro
ken-hearted Josephine. I never imag-
ined that marble could be smitten into
such tenderness. It seems not life
less. If the spirit of Josephine be dis
entaberDacled, the soul of the EN-.
press has taken possession of this
figure, / am not yet satisfied
that it is stone The puff Of
the dress. oh tie Errh sketti5 to
need but the pressure of the finger I'd
indent it. The figures at the bottom
OF the robe, the ruffie at the neck, the
fur lining on the dress, the embroidery
of the satin. the cluster of lily. and
leaf, and rose in her hand, the poise of
/ her body as she seems to come sailing
out OF the SKI, hsf face calm.
humble, beautiful, but yet sad
attest the genius of the sculp-
tor and the beauty of the heroine
he celebrates. Looking up through
the riffs of the coronet that encircles
her brow, could see the sky beyond,
the great heavens where all woman's
wrongs shall be lighted, and the stoFt
OF endurance and resignation shall be
told to all ages The rose and the lily
In the hand of Josephine will never
drop their petals. Believe not the re-
cent ISLANDERS upon her memory. The
children of God, whether they
suffer on earth in palaces or
novels, shall come to that glori-
Gus rest. Oh, Heaven, sweet Heavenl
at thy gate we set down all our
burdens and griefs. The place will be
full. Here there are vacant chairs at
the hearth and at the table, but there
are no vacant chairs in Heaven. The
crowns all worn; the thrones all
mounted. Some talk of Heaven as
though it were very handsome
church, where a few favored spirits
would come in and sit down on finely
cushioned seats all by themselves.
and sing psalms to all eternity. No,
no. Il saw a great multitude that
no man could number standing
before the throne He that talked
with me had golden reed to measure
the city. and 1t was twelve thousand
furlongs is, fifteen hundred
miles-''in circumference" All! Heav-
en- is not little colony at one corner
OF Gods dominion, where a mans en-
trance depends upon what kind Of
clothes he has on his back, and how
much money he has in his purse, but a
vast empire. God grant that the light
OF that blessed world may shine upon
It's iii otir last tr1onteft
The first time l crossed the Atlantic
the toughest time we had was at the
mouth of Liverpool harbor. we ar
rived at nightfall, and were obliged to
lie there till the morning. waiting for
the rising of the tide, before we could
20 up to the city. How the vessel
pitched and writhed In the waterl So,
some tihes. the last illness of the Chris.
t;an is a struggle. He Is almost
through the voyage. The waves of
temptation toss his soul, but he waits
for the morning. At last the light
dawns, and the tides OF Joy rise in his
soul, and he sails up and casts anchor
within its veil.
Is thy heart rightP What question
can compare with this in Importance?
1t is q business question. Do you not
realize that you will soon have to go
out of that store, that you will soon
have to resign that partnership, that
soon among all the millions of dollars
worth of goods that are sold you will
not have the handling of yard of cloth,
or pound of sugar, or penuyworth of
anything; that soon, If confiagration
should start at Central park and sweep
everything to the Battery, it would
not disturb you; that soon, if every
cashier should abscond, and every in
surance company should fail it
would not affect you? What
are the questions that stop this
side OF the grave compared with
the questions that reach beyond
1t? Are you making losses that are to
be everlasting? Are you making pur-
chases for eternity? Are you jobbing
for time when you might be wholesal-
ing for eternity? What question of
the store is SO broad at the base, and
SO altitudinous, and so overwhelming
as the questions: us thy heart right?'
Or is it domestic question? Is it
something about father, or mother, or
companion, or son, cor daughter, that
you think is comparable with this !,
question in Importance? Do you not
realize that by universal and inexora-
bic law all these relations will be
broken up? Your father will be gone,
your mother will be gone, your
companion will be gone, your
child will be gone, you will
be gone, and then this supernal
question will begin to harvest its
chief gains, or deplore its worst losses,
roll up into its mightiest magnitude,
or sweep its vast circles. What diff
ference now does 1t make to Napoleon
III. whether he triumphed or sur
rendered at Sedan? whether he lived
at the Tuileries or at Chislehurst,
whether he was emperor or exile?
They laid him out in his coffin in the
dress of a field marshal. Did that |
give him any better chance for
the next world than If he had |
been laid out in a plain shroud? And |
soon to us what will be the difference,
whether in this world we rode or
walked, were bowed to or maltreated,
were applauded or Missed at, were well
coined in or kicked out, while laying |
hold of every moment of the |
great future, and burning in all |
the splendor or grief, and over
arching and undergoing all time |
and all eternity, is the plain, simple, |
pratical. thrilling, agonizing, over
whelming question: rs thy heart |
right?' Have you within you re-
penting heart, an expectant heart? If |
not, must write upon your soul what |
George Whiteield wrote upon the |