Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1898-07-08

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Nau RENE -U'a-T tbat when solt va sltss'sE -
sr.,l la California. large COMPANIES VEN
made rua and >tatt-ion % 81 tHvif Tor
tune 4Bl wear age Tor the same purpose
Lur lr.ls tlsrrd the cold 81 ALASKA. To-
aay want 20 make up a pariy Tor The laH'l
80 GpA 7 hold iu nv hand a deed IRON the
Proprietor 10 iil" state 10 witch W ourrs
g. an Woo villa iuin the company ten thou
sand ~hsu'S "f iu1piir value, Ia city
whose STREETS are gold. whose harl~ ar"
.s8ll whose rrpwUs az. gold. lnI have
read ui tive SAl-r--huw that many
thousands 81 them went tn CONQUER the
HOLY Sepul'lr'. 7 ask you 10 join grand
sr cru~Hiv-uot Tor the purto-e 81 conquer
irg the .euulrhrr II dead Christ, hui for
the purpose ~ reaching the throne ut "a
living I,-Ws. When m armvi~ 10 be- made
az. th. Il...iuitinE officer examines the vol
uutrrre: NJ" tests their oversight; he sounds
their hug, u measures their stature; they
must bee lust right, nr thew ARE rejected.
But there shall hr no pgr,iai'ty ia maxim:
ma this urmN ct Christ! Whatever YOUR
moral 10, phA stature. whatever yonr
di--ipqt,ouS. whatever vour crimes what
ever YOUR wcaSneSse~ I have commits
sion from the Lord Almighty to make up
this regiment Of redeemed souls, and |
cry Arise We, and depart Tor this
j. not yoET rest Many Of You have
lately Joined Ibis compauy. aud my desire
i hat you all may Join il. Why n0tg You
know Ia YOUR own hearts experience that
what have said about this wOrId Is truc-
that il l. no place To- rest iH. There are
hundreds here weary-Oh. how weary
weary with sin: weary with trouble: weary
with bereavement. Some uf YOU have been
pierced through ani through. You carry
the sears of score Of conflicts, in which
YOU have h,ed al every pore; and yOu sigh
"Oh, that | had the wings OF a dove, that I
might fly away and be ut rest" You have
taken the cup of this worlds pleasures and
drunk it to the dregs, and still the thirst
claws nj your tongue and the fever strikes
t your brain. Iou have chased Pleasure
through every valley, bv every stream
amid every brightness, and under every
~ha .Ow; but Just at the moment when YOU
We're all ready to put your hand upon the
rosy, laughing sylph Of the wood, she
turned upon YOU with the glare OF lend
aud the eye of n satyr her locks ladders
and her breath the chill damp OF a grave.
Ont of Jesus Christ no rest No voice to
silence the stor.h. No light to kindle the
darkness No dry dock to repair the split
bulwGrk
Thank God, | can tell you something
better. II there Is no rest on earth. there
i rest in Heaven. Oh, We who are worn
out with work, your hands cali0used, your
backs bent. your eyes half nat out your
fingers worn with the needle. that in this
world YOU may never lay down. ye dis
couraged ones. who have been waGing a
hand-to-hand fight for bread; We to whom
the night brings little rest aud the morning
more drudGerv-oh, We of the weary hand.
aud the weary side, and the weary foot,
hears me talk about rest
Look at that company OF enthroned ones.
1t cannot be that those bright ones ever
toiIed? lesi yes, These packed the Chi
n"sc boxes, and through missionary iu-
~truction escaped into glory. These swelt-
cred or southern plantations, and one
night after the cotton. picking, went up rs
white as II they had never been blaca
Those died OF overtoil Ia the Lowell carpet
factories and these in Manchester mills:
those helped build the Pyramids aud these
| broke away from work on the day Christ
| was bounded ont OF Jerusalem. No more
| towers to build; Heaven is done. No more
garments to weave; the robes are finished.
No more harvest to raise; the gamers are
full. Oh, sons and daughters of toll! arise
We and depart. for that is your rest.
Scoviile McCallum, a boy Of my sunday
| school, while dying, said to his mother,
| Don't cry bnt sing, sing: