The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1898-06-29

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Marshfeld. While Charles Matthews
was performing in London, before inn
mense audiences, one day a worn-out
and gloomy man came into doctors
shop saying: doctor, what can you
do for me?" "My advice is that you
go and see Charles Matthews" ALIAS!
Alas!" said the man, 81 myself am
Charles Matthews" Jeffrey thought
that if he could only be judge, that
would be the making of him; got to
be Judge, and cursed the day in which
he was born. Alexander wanted to
submerge the world with his great
ness; submerged it, and then drank
himself to death because he could not
stand the trouble. Burns thought he
would give everything if he could win
the favor of the court and princess;
won it, and amid the shouts OF great
entertainment, when poets, and ora
tors, and duchesses were adoring his
genius, wished that he could creep
back into the obscurity in which he
dwelt on the day when he wrote OF
the
Daisy. wee modest, crimson-tipped
flower.
Napoleon wanted to make all Europe
tremble at his power; made it trem-
Bile, then died, his entire military
| achievements dwindling down to
pair of military boots which he insist
ed on having on his feet when dying.
At Versailles / saw picture of Napo-
leon in his triumphs. l went into an
other room and saw, bust of Napo:s
leon as he appeared at st. Henena;
but oh, what grief and anguish in the
face of the latter! The first was Ma
poleon in triumph, the last was Napo-
leon with his heart broken. How they
laughed and cried when silver
tongued Sheridan, in the midday OF
prosperity, harangued the people OF
Britain; and how they howled at and
execrated him when, outside of the
room where his corpse lay, his cred
itors 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 noun
tains, mo rest here-we crumble to
the plain" "Aha!" cry the towers,
mo 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 I said all this? ?
Just to prepare you for the text:
"Arise We and depart; for this is not
your rest" l am going to make you a
grand offer. Some of you remember
that when gold was discovered in Cal
ifornia, large companies were made
up and started off to get their fortune
and year ago for the same purpose
hundreds dared the cold of Alaska.
To-day | want to make up party fol
the land of gold. l hold in my hanc
deed from the proprietor OF the es
tate, in which he offers to all who viii
ioin the company ten thousand share!
of infinite value, in a city whos'
street are gold, whose harps are gold
whose crowns are gold. You hav'
read of the Crusaders-how that man.
thousands of them went off to conque
the Holy Sepulcher. l ask you t.
ioin grander crusade-not for tn
purpose of conquering the sepulche
of a dead Christ, but for the purpos
of reaching the throne of livin
Jesus. When an army is to be mad
up, the recruiting officer examines tn
volunteers; he tests their eyesight; h
sounds their lungs; he measures thei
stature; they must be just right o
, they arr rejected. But there shall b
no partiality in making up this arm
of Christ. Whatever your moral @
: physical stature, whatever your di'
sipations, whatever your crimes
!, whatever your weaknesses, | have
commission from the Lord Almight
to make up this regiment of redeeme
souls, and I cry, arise ye, and d'
y part; for this is not your rest!"
- Many of you have lately joined tn
. company, and my desire is that yo
all may join it. Why not? You kno
in your own hearts experience thi
: what have said about this world
y, true-that it is no place to rest il
J, There are hundreds here weary-ol
how weary-weary with sin; wear
= with trouble; weary with bereav
ment. Some of you have been pierce
7 through and through. You carry tt
= scars of score of conflicts, in whic
: you have bled at every pore; and yc
|, sigh, "Oh, that | had the wings of
:, dove. that I might fly away and be
y rest!" You have taken the cup of tn
:. worlds pleasures and drunk it to IL
- dregs, and still the thirst claws
- your tongue, and the fever strikes
:, YOUR brain. You have chased pleasu
:. through every valley, by every streal
n amid every brightness, and und
is every shadow; but just at the momel
~ when you were all ready to put yo,
=, ~ hand upon the rosy, laughing sylph
- the wood, she turned upon you wi
g the glare of fiend and the eye of
40 satyr, her locks adders, and her brea
= the chill damp of grave. Out
''a Jesus Christ no rest. No voice to
70 '" lence the storm. No light to kind
e. .s the darkness. No dry-dock to repa
y the split bulwark.
n. Thank God, ] can tell you SON
thing better. If there is no rest
~ earth there is rest in Heaven. Oh,
~, who are worn out with work, yo
", hands calloused your backs bent, yo
- eyes half put out, your fingers wo
~ with the needle, that in this wol
~ you may never lay down; We discol
ra m aged ones, who have been waging
bc hand-to-hand fight for bread; ye
ad whom the night brings little rest a
wv wv the morning more drudgery-oh,
Ia. of the weary hand, and the weary si
a+ and the weary foot, hear me tt
10 about rest!
,is Look at that company of enthror
ks ones. 1t cannot be that those briG
ng ones ever tolied' yes! yes! Ih'