Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1895-10-23

for usefulness. He seeks for them as
sidously and makes them himself II he
can not find them. In planning his in
dustries, mere money making is sec
ondary consideration and the question
uppermost is: Is it right and will it
benefit others as we'll as myselfp
Stand before that dream of architec.
tural beauty, that symphony in marble,
"ft for the resting place of a dead
deity"-the tomb of Napoleon. Vas
that plebian born Corsican a mar of
success as well as destinyY He is the
central figure of all military history.
The Bridge of Lodi, Morengo, Austeriitz
and the Pyramids are the crown points
OF martial renown. Napoleon wrecked
empires and the hopes of nations. He
swept the heart Of Europe with fire.
brand and sword. He left a track of
desolation from the mount of Trans.
figuration to the chief city of the sa.
cred Nile. He crimsoned the Russian
SHOWS with human gore and despoiled
sunny Italy of its flower, hope and flu
ture. He knew all that there is of
fame and of glory. With pitiless eye
he saw the wreck and ruin and with
unmoved soul heard the shrieks of
agony and despair and the walls of
widowhood and o~rphanage that told
where his armies had marched and
fought. By imperial edict he disowned
the sanctity of the marriage VOW and
trafficked in human affections to COM
pass his aims. He drained ambitions
cup and would have fought his God to
become the u of the universe, as he
had sprang from a plebian's obscurity
into the Emperorship and idolatry of
France. He glorifed the crime of self
ishness and the scourge of war and dis.
order with the Vaccinations of his genius
and drove and awed his people into
worshipping him as a superior being.
After all his ''pomp and circum-
stance, his surroundings rivaling Per.
sian and Egyptian splendor, and his
power-"kings and queens thanking
him for a throne, "came exile to a prison
whose walls were a trackless waste,
there a prisoner of despair, cursing
fate, idolizing France as powerless to
rescue as he to fly, the wild freedom of
battling wave and the sea birds wings
hooking his captivity, the sleepless
vigilance of a hostile eye peering into
his Utmost seclusions, haunted by the
delirious dreams of ba~ttlefields, tri.
umphs won and hosannas to the victor
chief, the last scene of earth Helena's
splintered rocks and the fancied pres
ence of the wronged Josephine, the
volcano of his life dying out in the
swirl of the restless sea. This was the
Man or Destiny grown out of the bril-.
liant and promising student of Brienne.
This life was certainly not a success
compared to that of Paul, the prisoner
of hope, the bloody man of Tarsus, the
pupil OF Gamaliel, the tent maker and
the evangel of better things than
earthly splcndor and renown, who
turned from slaughter to grace when a
heavenly apocalypse unsealed his blind
ed vision and showed him the way
from Damascus to the peaceful con.
quest of the world. He stormed and
carried the citadels of Roman thought
and Grecian philosophy by an elo.
quence whose power was the peace, joy
and energy of the gospel. Consecrating
his brilliant mind, ardent soul and
mighty strength to the defense and pro.
pagation Of the sublime v~erities he had
so miraculously received; traversing
on foot and evangelizing the darkest
regions, organizing the converts, estab
fishing churches, enduring without
murmur stripes and imprisonments,
distresses and tolls, trials and ''perils
by land and sea-" working miracles
and receiving and dispensing revela.
tons; unfolding Christianity in dis
courses, letters and orations that have
become the classics of the ages; Joy.
ousIy yielding his heroic life to the
martyrs death at the edict of the
bloody Nero, the good he accomplished
waits to be told in the revealments of
eternity. Surely the life of this most
extraordinary man, as illustrious and
gifted as Napoleon, is an unbroken
series of successes though he never
marshalled an army, never held ma
tions in the throll of ~despotism mol was
he enirvated by the luxurious excuses
of the rich.
Success is not measured by the CLAM.
our of fame and snowy wealth, not by
a silver, gold or bimetallic standard,
but by the unit of value coined in the
mint of pure ambition, right principles
and noble aims.
The successful man is not confined
to the rich and famous of earth, but is
rather to be found in the humble and
obscure stations of life where Christ
found the fishermen of Galilee and
made them fishers of meu.
The widows mite would have lifted
the wealth of the Rothschilds to the
beam, and the smallest charity, for
sweet charity's sake, surpasses in true
value and virtue the mightiest exploit
of him who seeks only his own glory.
Success is the reward of merit and
labor. We must work for it. 1t is only