Republican news item. [volume] (Laport, Pa.) 1896-19??, 1898-07-28
DIR. TALMAGE'S SERMON.
SUNDAYS DISCOURSE Blythe NOTED
DIVINE.

Subject: "a Glorious Rest"-This Worlds
Wealth Can Give No Permanent Sat-
isfaction--It is Only in Heaven That
Surcease From Sorrow Comes.
TEXT: "Arise ye, and depart; for this is
cot your rest. t."--Micah 2: 10.
This was the drum-beat oil a prophet
who wanted to rouse his people from their
oppressed and sinful condition: but It may
lust as properly be uttered now as then.
Bells, by long exposure and much ringing,
Ios their clearness of tone; but this rous-
ing bell OF the Gospel strikes in as clear a
tone as when it first rang on the air.
AS far as can see, your great want and
mine is rest. From the time we enter life,
great many vexations and annoyances
take after US. We have our holidays and
our seasons Of recreation and quiet, but
where is the man In this world who has
iound entire rest? The fact is that God
did not make this world to rest in. ship
might as well go down off Cape Hatteras to
find smooth water rs a man in this world
TO find quiet. From the way that God has
strewn the thorns, and hung the Clouds
and sharpened the tusks; from the colds
that distress us, and the heats that smite
us, and the pleurisies that stab US, and the
fevers that consume US, know that He
did not make this world as place to loiter
in. God does everything successfully; and
this world would be very different If it
were intended for as to lounge in. 1t does
right well for n few years. Indeed, it is
magnificent Nothing but infinite wisdom
and goodness could have mixed this bev-
eraGe 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,
1t is only the splendors Of kings high
way, over which we are to march on to
eternal conquests.
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 rail-
roads, and in safe-deposit vaults great rolls
of Government securities. They had
emblazoned carriages, high-mettled steeds.
footmen, plate that confounded lords and
senators who sat at their table tapestry on
which foated the richest designs of foreign
looms, splendor of canvas on the walls, ex-
quisiteness of music rising among pedestals
OF bronze, and dropping, soft as light, on
snow of sculptur9. Here let them rest
Put back the embroidered curtain, and
shske up the pillow of down. Turn out
the lights. 1t is eleven O'Clock at night.
Let slumber drop upon the eyelids, and the
air float through the haif-opened lattice
drowsy with midsummer perfume. Stand
back, all care, anxiety and trouble! But
no! they will not stand back. They rattle
the lattice. They look under the canopy
With rough touch they startle his pulses
They cry out at twelve O'Clock at night,
awake, man; how can you sleep when
things ate so uncertain? What about those
stocks? Hark TO the tap of that flre-bell
it is your district How if you should die
soon? Awake, mani Think of It'll Who
will get your property when you are gone?
What will they do with it? Wake up
Riches sometimes take wings. How il you
should get poor? Wake up!' Rising on
one elbow, the man of fortune looks out
into the darkness of the room, and wipes
the dampness from his forehead and says.
''Alasl For all this scene of wealth and
magnificenee-no rest!"
passed down street of a city with a
merchant He knew all the finest houses
on the street. He said, "There is some-
thing the matter in all these houses. In
that one it is onjugal infelieity. 1t that
one, a dissipated son. In that, disso-
lutte father. In that, an idiot child. In
that, tn prospect of bankruptcy This
worlds wealth can give no permanent sat
isfaction. This is not your rest.
You and have seen men try In another
direction A man says, "If could only
rise to such and such place of renown; il
I could only gain that office; IL l could
only get the stand and have my senti-
Inents met with one good round OF hand
ela?ping applause; II 1 could only write a
boea that would live, or make a speech
that would thrill, or do an action that
would resoundl" The tide turns In his
favor His name is on ten thousand lips.
He is bowed to, sought after and ad-
vanced- Men drink his health at great
dinners. At his fiery words the multitudes
huzzal From galleries of beauty they
throw Sarands. From housetops as he
passes in long procession, they shake out
the national standards. Let him rest. 1t
is eleven O'Clock at night. On pillows
stuffed with nations praise let him lie
down. Hush! all disturbant voices. In
his dream let there be hoisted a throne
and across it march a coronation. Hush!
Hushi
wake upl' says rough voice. 'sPoliti-
cal sentiment Is changing. How IL YOU
should lose this place OF honorl Wake up,
The morning papers are to be full OF de
nunciation. Hearken to the execrations
OF those who once caressed you. BY to-
morrow night there will be multitudes
sneerinR at the words which last night YOU
expected would be universally admired.
How can you sleep when everything de-
pends upon the next turn OF the great
tragedy? Or. mani OF of this pillowl''
The man, with head yet hot from his last
oration, starts upsuddenly, looks out upon
the night, but sees nothing except the
flowers, which lie upon his stand or the
scroll from which he read his speech, or
the books from which he quoted his authori-
tIeS, anu SOeS W HIS ueSk TO unlSn MS neg
lected correspondence, or to pen an indig-
nant line TO some reporter, or sketch the
plan of public defense against the assaults
Of the people. Happy when he got his first
lawyers brief; exuitant when he triumphed
over his first political rival; yet sitting on
the very top Of all that this world offers of
praise, he exclaims: "No rest! no rest!'
The very world that now applauds will
coon hiss. That world said Of the great
Webster, ''What a statement What won
derful exposition Of the Constitution! A
man fit for any position!'' That same
world said, after awhile, "Down with him!
He is an off1ce-seeker. He is sot. He is
libertine. Away with him!" And there
Is no peace for the man until he Laws down
his broken heart in the grave at Marsh
field. While Charles Matthews was per-
forming in London, before immense audi
ences, one day worn-out and gloomy man
came into a doctors shop, saying, "Doc-
tor, what can you do for me?" The doctor
examined his case and said, my advice is
that You go and see Charles Matthews"
"Alas AIas!' said the man, 81 myself am
Charles Matthew'S Jeffrey thought that
Y he could only be judge, that would be
the making u him; got to be Judge, and
cursed the day in which he was horn