The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1898-07-01


ly. looks out upon the night, but sees
nothing except the flowers that lie up
on his stand, or the scroll from which
he read his speech, or the books from
which he quoted his authorities, and
goes to his desk to finish his neglected
correspondence, or to pen an indignant
line to some reporter, or sketch the
plan for a public defense against the
assaults of the people. Happy when
he got his first lawyers brief; exult-
ant when he triumphed over his first
political rival; yet, setting on the very
top of all that this world offers of
praise, he exclaims: mo rest! no
restw
The very world that now applauds
will soon hiss. That world said of
the great Webster: what states
man! What a wonderful exposition
of the constitution! A man fit for any
position!" That same world said after
awhile: Down with himl He is an
ofice-seeker. He is a sot. He is a
libertine. Away with himn 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 u
WORKOUT and gloomy man came into a
doctors shop, saying; Doctor, what
can you do for me?" The doctor ex.
amined his case, and said: MY add
vice is that you go and see Charles
Matthews" "Alasl Alas" said the
man, II myself am Charles Matth-
ews." Jeffrey 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 want
ed to submerge the world with his
greatness, submerged it and then
drank himself to death because he
could not stand the trouble. Napoleon
wanted to make all Europe tremble at
his power; made it trem BILE, then died.
his entire military achievements dwin-
ding down to a pair of military boots
which he insisted on having on his
feet when dying. At Versailles | saw
a picture of Napoleon in his triumphs
l went into another room and saw a
bust of Napoleon as he appeared at st.
Helena; but oh, what grief and an
gush 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 the silver-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 miser-
able bones and sell them.
Now, for what have ! said all this?
Just To prepare you for the text:
Arise We and depart, for this is not
/ your rest l am going to MAKE you a
grand offer. Some of you remem Der
that when gold was discovered in Cali
fornia, 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.
To-day ! want to make up party for
the land of gold. / hold in my hand a
deed from the Proprietor of the estate,
in which He offers to all who will Join
the company 10000 shares of infinite
value, in city whose streets are gold,
whose harps are gold, whose crowns
are gold. You have read of the CRU
saders-how that many thousands of
them went off to capture the holy
sepulchre. ask you to join a grander
crusade-not for the purpose of con-
quering the sepulchre of dead Christ,
but for the purpose of reaching the
throne of living Jesus.
There are hundreds here weary-oh,
how weary-weary with sin; weary
with trou BILE; weary with bereavement.
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 aud be at restw You
have taken the cup of this worlds
pleasures and drunk it to 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 ali ready to put your
hand upon the rose, laughing sylph of
the wood, she turned upon you with
the glare of a fiend and the eye of u
satyr, her locks adders, and her breath
the chill damp of grave. Out of
Jesus Christ no rest. No voice to
silence the storm. No light TO kindle
the darkness, Nor dry dock to repair
the split bulwark.
Thank God, can tell you something
better. If there is no rest on earth,
there is rest in Heaven. Oh, We 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.
who have been waging "A hand-to-hand
fight for bread; We to whom the night
brings little rest and the morning
more drudgery-oh. We of the weary
hand, and the weary side, and the
weary foot, hear me talk about restl
Look at that company of enthroned
ones. 1t cannot be that those bright
ones ever toiledP Yesl yes These
packed the Chinese tea boxes, and