The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1898-07-09
IN GODS PARADISE.
Rev. DR.. Talmage Talks About the
Rest to Come.
Tho Annoyances. Labors and vexations Of
Life Will Soon be Forgotten In
the Incorporation of the
Heavenly Rest.


Talmage draws u contrast between the
fatigues of this world and the blissful
recuperation OF the heavenly paradise
The text is:
Arise ye and depart, for this is not your rest
Micah, H., TO-
This was the drum-beat of a prophet
who wanted to arouse his people from
their oppressed and sinful condition; but
1t may just as properly be uttered now
as then. Bells, by long exposure and
much ringing, lose their clearness OF
tone; but this rousing bell of the Cos
pei strikes in just 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 recrea-
ton and quiet, but where is the man in
this world who has found entire rest!
The fact is that God did not make this
world to rest in. A ship might as we'll
go down off Cape Hatteras to find
smooth water as 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, l know that He did not make
this world as n place to loiter in.
God does everything successfully; and
this world would be very different
world If it were intended for MS to
lounge in. 1t does right well for few
years. Indeed, it is magnificent! Moth
ing but infinite wisdom and goodness
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 into orchestra. But after
all, 1T is only the splendors of kings
highway, over which we are to march
on to eternal conquests.
You and L have seen men who tried
to rest here. They builded themselves
great stores. They gathered arou nd
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 en-
blazoned carriages, high mettled
steeds, footmen, plate that COMPOUNDED
lords and senator's who sat at their la
BILE, tapestry on which floated the rich
est designs of foreign looms, splendor
of canvas on the wall, exquisiteness of
music rising among pedastals of
bronze, and dropping, soft as light, on
snow of sculpture. Here let them rest.
Put back the embroidered curtain, and
shake up the pillows of down. Turn
out the lights. 1t is IL o'clock at night.
Let slumber drop upon the eyelids,
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 II 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 district.
How if you should die soon? Awake,
man! Think of it! Who will get your
property when you are gone? What
will they do with it? Wake up! Riches
sometimes take wings How if 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
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 these
houses. In that one it is conjugal in
felicity. In that one a 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 an
other direction. A man says: IF l
could only rise to such and such place
OF renown; If l could gain that Office;
II could only get the stand, and have
my sentiments met with one good
round OF hand-clapping applause; IL
could only write book that would
live, or make speech that would thrill,
or do an action that would resound!"
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 ut great dinners. At his fiery
words the multitudes huzza. From gal
leries of beauty they throw garlands.
From housetops, as he passes in long
procession, trey shake out the national
standards. Here let him rest. 1t is IL
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 throne, and across
it march coronation. Hush! Hushl
wake up!" says rough voice. 'Po-
litical sentiment is changing. How II
You should lose this place of honorl
Wake up! The morning papers are to
be full of denunciation. Hearken to
the excavations of those who once ca
ressed you. BY tomorrow night there
will be multitudes sneering at the
words which last night you expected
lx.ouId ha universally admired How