The semi-weekly messenger. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1897-1908, 1898-06-28

a a WORKOUT and gloomy man came
into a Doctors shop, saying. Doctor,
what can you do for me?" The doctor
examined his case and said, My ad-
vice is that you go and see Charles
Matthew'S" Alas, alas" said the
man, Il myself am Charles Mat
thewsi" Jeffreys thought that If he
could only be Judge that would be the
making OF him; got to be judge and
cursed the da- in which he was born.
Alexander W. ted to submerge the
world with + greatness; submerged
it, and then rank himself to death
because he 0 1 not stand the trouble.
Burns thought he would give every
thing IL he could win the favor of
courts and princes: won il, 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 OBSCURE
ty 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 1t tremble,
then died, his entire military achieve
ments d~windling down to a pair of
military boots which he insisted on
having on his feet when dying. At
Versailles I saw a picture of Napoleon
in his triumphs. I went into another
room and saw a bust of Napoleon as
he appeared at st. Helena. but, oh,
what grief m anguish in the face of
the latter! The first Napoleon in -tri-
umph, the last was Napoleon with his
heart broken. How they laughed and
cried when silver tongued Sheridan in
the midday of prosperity h~arangued
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 mis-
cradle 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,
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 1 said all this?
Just to p you for the text, Arise
we and depart, for this is not your
rest" I am going to make you a 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, n
a year ago for the same purpose nun
dreds dared the cold of Alaska. Today
I want to make up a, party for the
land of gold. 7 hold in my hand a
deed from the proprietor of the estate,
in which he offers to all who will join
the 10, 200 shares of infinite
value, in a city whose streets are
gold, whose harps are gold, whose
crowns are gold. You have e Of the
crusaders-how that many thousands
of them went off to conquer the holy
sepulcher. I ask o to join a grander
crusade, not for the purpose of con-
quering the sepulcher of a dead Christ,
but for the purpose of reaching the
throne Of a living Jesus. When an ar
my 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 reject
ed. But there shall be nc Partially in
making up this army OF Christ. What
| ever your moral of physical stature,
| whatever your d~issipatiOns, whatever
your crimes, whatever our weak
nesses, I AVE a commission from the
Lord Almighty to make up this reg1-
ment of redeemed souls, and [ cry,
[AIISC " 1ilA h 4 " @AHAS /" 49,
your rest Many of you have lately
Joined this company, and my desire is
that you all may join it. Why not!
You know your own hearts experience
that what I have said about this world
is true-that it is no place to rest in,
Their are hundreds here weary-oh,
how weary!-weary with sin, weary
with trouble, weary with bereave-
ment. Some of you have been pierced
through and through. You carry the
scars of a score of conflicts, in which
you have bled at every pore, n yoU
sigh, ooh, that I had the wings of a
dove, that L might fly away and be a
rest!" You have takes the cup of this
worlds pleasures n drunk it to the
dregs, and still the thirst claws a
your tongue, and the fever strikes tt
your brain. You have chased pleasure
through every valley, by every stream
| amid every brightness and under ev
cry shadow, but just at the momen
when you were all ready to put you
hand upon the rosy, laughing sylph O.
the wood she turned Upon you will
the glare of a fiend and the eye of {
satyr, her locks adders and her breath
the chill damp of a grave. Out Of Je
sus Christ no rest. No voice to silence
the story. No light to kindle the dark
ness. No drydock to repair the spill
bulwark.
PEACE FOR THE TROUBLED.
Thank God, I can tell you something
better. If there is no rest on earth
there is rest in eaven Oh, We who ar
worn out with work., your hands cal
loused, you backs bent, your eyes hal
put out, your fingers worn with tn
needle that in this world you ma!
never lay down, We discouraged one
who have been waging a hand to ham
fight for bread, We to whom the nigh
brings little rest and the mOrninl
more drudgery-oh, We of the wear,
hand and the weary side and tn
weary foot, hear me talk abou rest
Look at that company of enthrone,
ones. Tt cannot be that those brigh
ones ever toiled? Yes, yes. These pack
ed the Chinese tea boxes, and througi
missionary instruction escaped int
glory. These sweltered on souther
plantations. and one night after tn
cotton picking went up as white as
they had never been black. Those die