The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1898-07-03

This worA for rest2 s.Ahas~ acry the1
waters. .'nos rest here--we plum se to the
sea" Aha I" cry the mounta ans. mo
rest here re crumble to the b plain. =
"Ahai" cry 1.-THE towers. no re Ut here
we follow B abylon, and The bes and
Nineveh into the dust" No re st for'the
flowers; the, fade No rest5 for ,the
stars; they d lie. No rest for mani ihe
must work, to II, suffer and 81 ave.
Now, for W. hat have / sal d all this?
Just to prepare you for the t ext: "Ari Sc,
We and departs for this is not your restY'
am going tos make you a grand Offer
Some of you N emember til at when gold
was discoveries in California, large,
companies wer e made Up and startedH
on to get their fortune, and a year ago :
for the same p urpose hundreds dared
the cold of Ala ska. To-day l want to !
make up parity for the land Of Gold !
hold IN my hand added from the Pro-
prietor of the estlte,sin which he offers
to all who will join the company ten.
thousand shares of In finite value, in a.
city whose streets are gold, whose harps
are gold, whose crov ms are gold. You
have read of the CT usaders-how that.
many thousands OF them went or to
conquer the Holy s. epulchre. i ask. you
to join a grander 'crusade-not for the
purpose of cong uering the sepuAchre
of dead Christ, 'out for the purpose of
reaching the TIM one of living Jesus.
When an army is to be made up, the
recruiting Officer examines the volnn-
teers; he tests th cir eyesight; he sounds.
fhoir 1Irru 10 -3o
they must be just right, or they ar re-
Jected. But there shall be no part'Alfty
in making up this army of Christ.
Whatever your moral or PHYSICAL stat
ure, whatever your dsssipations, what
ever your crimes, whatever your weak
nesses, / have a commission from the
| Lord Almighty to make up this regi-
| ment of redeemed souls, and ] 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 not2
| You know in your own hearts. expe-
| rience that what have said about this
world is true-tllat 1t is no place to rest
in. There are hundreds here weary
oh, how weary-weary with sim; weary
| with trouble; weary with ber eaVement
4 Some of you have been pierce ID through
and through. You carry theEscars of a
I score of conflicts, in which. you have
i bled at every pore; and you. sigh, "Oh,
| that 1 had the wings of a dove that
Y 1 might fly away and be at est!" You
| have taken the cup of this orld's s pleas
ures and drunk it to the dregs, and still
i the thirst claws at your tongue, and the
A fever strikes to-. your brain. You have
d chased pleasure through every valley,
by every stream, amid ever brightness,
4 and under every shadow; but Just at
the moment when you twere all ready to
put your hand upon the rosy, laughing
sylph of the wood, She turned upon you
with the glare of flend and the eye
of satyr, her rocks adders, and her
breath the chill damp of grave Out OF
Jesus Christ no, rest. No voice to si-
! lence the storm, No light to kindle the
darkness. No dry dock to repair the
split bubwark.
/ Thank God, can tell you something
better. If there is no rest ON earth,
Il there is rest in heaven. Oh, ye who
, are worn out with 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.
a who have been waging a hand-to-h hand
4 fight for bread, we to whom the night
/ brings little rest and the morning more
81 drudgery-oh, we Of the weary hand
and the weary side, and the weary
- foot, hear me talk about resti
y Look at that company of enthroned
NJ ones. 1t can not be that those bright
ones ever toiled? Yes! yes! These
"A packed the Chinese tea boxes, and
II through missionary Instruction escaped
"A into glory. These sweltered on south
~ ern plantations, and. one night, after
; the cotton picking, went up as white
al as if they had never been black. Those
| died of overtoil in the Lowell carpet
factories. and these in Manchester
, mills; those helped build the pyramids
,,I and these broke away from work on
| the day Christ was bounded out of Je-
} | rusalem. No more towers to build
eel heaven is done. No mere garments &C
III weave; the robes are finished. No more
| harwests to raise; the garners are full
Oh, sons and daughters OF toll. arise
al We and depart, for that is your rest.
!, Scovil M'Callum, boy of my Sun.
day school, while dying, said to his
3 mother, Don't cry. but sing, sing,
2 There is rest for the weary,
3 There is rest for the weary"
Then putting his wasted hand o7el
!. his heart, he said, There is rest fol
e me-"
i But there are some of us who want
to hear about the land where thay
\ never have any heartbreaks, and ne
graves are dug. Where are your fathe,
and mother? The most of you arr
e orphans. I look around, and where
see one man who has parents living.