Barre evening telegram. (Barre, Vt.) 1898-19??, 1898-06-25

Down with him He is an Office seeker.
he is q sot. He is ~libertine. Away
with him" And there is no peace for
the man until he lays down his broken
heart in the grave at Marshfeld. While
Charles Matthews was performing in
London before immense audiences one
day wornout and gloomy man came
into Doctors shop, saying. doctor,
what can you do for me?" The doctor
examined his case and said, my ad-
vice is that you 20 and see Charles
Matthew'S" "Alas, alas" said the
man, "Imyself am Charles Matthewsv'
Jeffreys 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
greatness; submerged 1t, and then
drank himself to death because he could
not stand the trouble. Burns thought
he would give everything If no could
win the favor Of courts and princes;
won it, and amid the shouts of great
entertainment, when poets and orators
and duchesses were adoring his genius,
wished that he could creep back into
the obscurity in which he dwelt on tho
day when he wrote of the
Daisy, wee, modest, crimson tipped flower.
Napoleon wanted to make all Europe
tremble at his power; made 1t tremble,
then died, his entire military achieve
ments dwindling down to pair Of mil
itary boots which he insisted on having
on his feet when dying. At Versailles
I saw picture Of Napoleon in his tri-
umphs. 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 sill
yer tongued Sheridan in tho midday Of
prosperity harangued tho 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.
No Rest Without Christ.
This world for rest? "Aha," cry the
waters, mo rest here We plunge to
the sea. "Aha," cry the mountains,
"no 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 l said all this?
Just to prepare you for the text, "Ariso
ye and depart. for this isnot your rest. !"
am going to make you grand offer.
Some of you remember that when gold
was discovered in California 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. Today I 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 $1,000
shares of infinite value, in city whobo
streets are gold, whose harps are gold,
whose crowns are gold. You have read
Of the crusaders that many thou
sands of them went off to conquer the
holy sepulcher. / ask you to join o
grander crusade, not for the purpose Of
conquering the sepulcher Of dead
Christ, but 9nr 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 eyesigEt; he sounds their lungs;
he measures their stature. They must
be just right or they are rejected. But
there shall 10 no Partially in making
up this army of Christ. Whatever Your
moral or physical stature whatever your
designations. whatevor your crimes
whatever your Weaknesses, l have q
commission from the Lord Almighty to
mako up this regiment Of redeemed
souls, and l cry, "Ariso ye 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 ex-
perience that what hay said about
this world is true-that it is no place to
rest in. There are hundreds here weary
oh, how weary weary with sin,
weary with trouble, weary with be-
reavement. 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 ooh, that l had tho wings Of a
dove, that l might fly away and be at
rest |" You have taken the cup of this
worlds pleasures and drunk 1t to tie
dreps, and still tho thirst claws at yorr
tongue, and tho 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 rosy, laughing sylph OF the
wood she turned upon you with the
glare of fiend and the eye Of satyr,
her locks ad,!crs and her breath the chill
damp of grave. Out of Jesus Christ
no rest. No voice to silence the story.
No light to kindle tho darkness. Nc
drydock to repair the split bulwark.
Peaoa For the Troubled.
Thank God, can tell you something
better. If there is no rest on earth,
there is rest in heaven. Oh. ye who are
worn out with work, your hands cal.
loused, your backs bent, your eyes hall
nut out your fingers worn with the
noodle that in this world you may
never lay down, ye discouraged ones
who have been waging hand to hand