The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1898-07-01

then. Bells, by long exposure and
much ringing, lose their clearness of
tone; but this rousing bell of the gos-
pei strikes in just as clear a tone as
when 1t first rang on the air. AS far
as i can see, your great want and mine
is rest. From the time we enter life,
a great many vexations and annoy
ances take after us. We have our Holt
days and our seasons of recreation and
quiet, but where is the man in this
world who has found entire restl
The fact is that God did not make
this world to rest in. A ship might
as well go down off Cape Hatteras
to find smooth water as 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 differ
ent world If it were intended for us to
lounge in. II does right we'll for a
few years. Indeed, it is magnificent!
Nothing but infinite wisdom and good
ness could have mixed this beverage
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, it is only the splendors
of Kings highway, over which we
are to march on to eternal conquests.
You and 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 most of the successful railroads,
and in safe deposit vaults great rolls
of government securities. They had
emblazoned carriages, high.me tiled
steeds, footmen, plate that confound-
ed lords and senators who sat at their
table, tapestry on which floated the
richest designs of foreign looms, splen-
dor of canvas on the wall, exquisite
ness of music rising among the pedes-
tails of bronze, and dropping, soft as
light, on snow of sculpture. Here let
them rest. Put back the embroid-
cred curtain, and shake up the pill
low of down. Turn out the
lights 1t is II o'clock at night
Let slumber drop upon the eve
lids, and the air float through the half
opened lattice, drowsy with midsum-
mer 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 l2 o'clock at
night, Awake man; how can you
sleep when things are so uncertain?
What about those stocks? Hank to
the tap of that fire bell; it is your dis
trict. How If you should die soon?
Awake mani Think of il! Who will
get your property when you are gone?
What will they do with il? Wake up!
Riches sometimes take wings. How if
you should get poor? Wake upr' Ris-
ing on one elbow, the man of fortune
looks out into the darkness of the
room, and wipes the dampness from
his forehead and says, Alas! For all
this scene of wealth and magnificence
no rest"
passed down a street of city with
merchant. He knew all the finest
houses on the street. He said: There
is something the matter in all of these
houses. In that one it is coniugal in
felicity. In that one, dissipated son.
In that, dissolute father. In that,
an idiot child. In that, the prospect
OF bankruptcy" This worlds wealth
can give no permanent satisfaction.
This is not your rest You and have
seen men try in another direction. A
man says: IF could only rise to such
a place of renown; if could gain that
office; if ! could only get the stand,
and have my sentiments met with
one good round of hapd-clapping
applause; If i could only write
book that would live, or make
a speech that would thrill. or do
an action that would resoundw The
tide turns in his favor. His name is
on 10000 lips. He is bowed to, and
sought after, and advanced. Men
drink his health at great dinners. At
his fiery words the multitudes huzzal
From galleries of beauty they throw
garlands. From housetop as he
passes in long procession, they shake
out the national standards. Here let
him rest. 1t is II 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 il march
u cornation. Hushl Hush!
Wake upp says rough voice.
political sentiment is changing.
Now if you should lose this place OF
honor! Wake up! The morning papers
are to be full of denunciation. Hearken
TO the excavations of those who once
caressed you. BY tomorrow night
there will be multitudes sneering at
the words which last night you en-
pected would be universally admired.
How can you sleep when everything