The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1898-07-08

| peace Tor the man until De lays uOWL
his broken heart in the grave at
Marshield. While Charles Matthews
was performing in London, before i'm
mense audiences, one day a WORKOUT
and gloomy man came into a doctors
shop, saying: Doctor, what can you
do for me?" The doctor exam
ined his case, and said: 'Nty
advice is that you go and see
Charles Matthews" ALAS! Alas!''
said the man: II, myself, am Charles
Matthews. Jeffrey thought that if he
could only be a Judge that would be
the ma king of him; got to be judge
and cursed the day in which he was
born. Alexander wanted to submerge
the world with his greatness; sub
merged it and then drank himself tC
death because he could not stand the
trouble. Burns thought he would give
everything if he could win the favor OF
courts and princess; won it, and amid
the shouts of a great entertainment
when poets and orators and duchesses
were adoring his genius, wished that
/ he could creep back into the obscurity
in which he dwclt on the day when he
wrote of the
Daisy, wee, modest, crimson-tpped flower.
! Napoleon wanted to make all Europe
! tremble at his power; made it tremble
then died, his entire military achieve
ments dwindling down to a pair OF
military boots which he insisted on
having on his feet when dying. At
! Versailles L saw picture of Napoleon
in his triumphs. L went into another
room and saw bust of Napoleon as
he appeared at st. Helena; but, oh,
what grief and anguish in the face of
the latter! The first was Napoleon in
triumph, the last was Napoleon with
his heart broken! How they laughed
and cried when silver tongued Sheri-
dan, in the midday of prosperity, ha-
rangued the people of Britain; and
how they howled at and execrated him
when, outside of the room where his
| corpse lay, his creditors tried to get
his miserable bones and sell them.
This world for rest? "Aha!' cry the
waters, mo rest here-we plunge to
the sea" Aha cry the mountains,
mo rest here - we tumble to the
| plains" ''Aha," cry the towns ''no
rest here-we follow Babylon, and
| Thebes, and Nineveh into the dust. -
No rest for the flowers; they fade. No
rest for the stars; they die. No rest
| for man; he must work, toll, suffer and
slave.
Now, for what have l said all this?
Just to prepare you for the text:
Arise We and depart; for this is not
| your rest" am going to make you a
grand offer. Some of you remember
I h1 1iCanT-n,.n1 IN Coli
fornia, large companies were made up
and started off to get their fortune,
and a year ago for the same purpose
hundreds dared the cold of Alaska. To-
day want to make up party for the
Land of Gold. hold in my hand deed
from the Proprietor of the estate, in
which He offers to all who will join
the company 1000 shares of infinite
value in city whose streets are
gold, whose harps are gold, whose
crowns are gold. You have read of
the Crusaders-how that many thou
sands of them went off to conquer the
Holy Sepulcher. | ask YOU to join
grander crusade--not for the purpose of
cOnquering the sepulcher Of Il dead
Christ, but for the purpose of reaching
the throne of living Jesus. When an
army is to be made up, the recruiting
officer examines the volunteers;he tests
their eyesight; he sounds their lungs;
he measures their stature; they must
be Just right, or they are rejected. But
there shall be no Partially in making
up this army of Christ. Whatever
your moral or physical stature, what
ever your designations, whatever your
crimes, whatever your weakness, |
have a commission from the Lord
Almighty to make up this
regiment of redeemed souls, and l cry:
Arise We, and depart; for this is not
your rest" Many of you have lately
joined this company, and my desire is
that you all may join it. Why not?
You know in your own hearts eAneri-
ence that what ! have said about this
world is true that it is noplace 80 r-st
i'm. There are hundreds here we~s5,-
oh, how weary-weary with sin; weary
with trouble; weary with bereavement.
Some of You have been pierced through
and through. You carry the scars of
score of conflicts, in which you
have bled at every pore; and you
sigh: "Oh, chat l had the wings
and be at rest!" You have taken the
cup of this worlds pleasures and drunk
it to the dregs, and still the thirst
claws at your tongue and the fever
strikes to your brain. You have chased
Pleasure through every valley, by every
stream, amid every brightness, and
under every shadow; but just at the
moment when you were all ready to
put your hand upon the rose, laughing
sylph of the wood, she turned upon
YOU with the glare of fiend and the
eye of a satyr, her locks adders and her
breath the chill damp of a grave. Out
of Jesus Christ no rest. No voice to
silence the storm. No light to kindle
the darkness. No dry dock to repair
the split bulwark.
Thank God, l can tell you something
better. If there is no rest on earth,
there is rest il Heaven. On, We who
are worn out with your work, your
hands callOused, your backs bent, your
eyes half put out, your fingers worn
with the needle, that in this world you
may never lay down; We discouraged
ones, who have been waging a hand
to-hand fight for bread; We to whom
the night brings little rest and the
night more drudgery-oh, We of the
weary hand, and the weary side, and
the weary foot, hear me talk about
rest!
Look at that company of enthron ed
ones. 1t can not be that those bright
ones ever toiled? Yes! yes! These
packed the Chinese tea boxes, and
through missionary instruction es-
capped into glory. These sweltered on