Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1898-07-01
ne oxcIaims. .tNo rest. no restI.

That same world said after awhile:
"Down with him He is an Office seeker.
He is 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 Marshfield. 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 adj
vice is that you 90 and see Charles
Matthews. "Alas, alas, said the
man, Il myself am Charles Matthews y
Jeffreys thought that il be 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 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 courts and princes;
won it, and amid the shouts of great
entertainment, when poets and orators
and duchesses were adOring his genius,
wished that ne 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 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
l saw picture of Napoleon in his tri-
umphs. | went into another room and
saw a 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 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 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. I"
AHA" cry the towers, mo rest here.
We follow Babylon and Thebes and
Nineveh into the dust" Norest 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 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 that when gold
was discovered in California 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. Today | want to make
up a party for the land Of gold. l 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 a
grander crusade, not for the purpose OF
conquering the sepulcher Of a 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 partiality in making
I'D this army of Christ. Whatever your
moral or physical stature, whatever your
dissipations, whatever your crimes,
whatever your weaknesses, l have
commission from the Lord Almighty to
make up this regiment Of redeemed
souls, and l cry, Arise 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 have said about
this world is true-that 1t 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 a score of conflicts, in which
YOU have bled at every pore, and you
sigh, "Oh, that | had the wings OF
dove, that | might fly away and be at
restp' You have taken the cup of this
worlds pleasures and drunk 1t 20 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 rosy, laughing sylph of the
wood she turned upon you with the
glare of fend and the eye Of satyr,
her locks adders and her breath the chill
damp of grave. Out of Jesus Christ
no rest No voice to silence the story.
No light to kindle the darkness. No
drydock to repair the split bulwark.
Peace 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 half
put out, your fingers worn with the
needle that in this world you may
never lay down, ye discouraged ones
who have been waging hand to hand
fight for bread, ye TO whom the night
brings little rest and the morning more
drudgery-oh, ye of the weary hand
and the weary side and the weary foot,
hear me talk about rest.
Look at that company Of enthroned
ones. 1t cannot be that those bright
ones ever toiled? Yes, yes. These packed
the Chinese tea boxes, and through mis-
sionarv instruction escaped into glory.