The weekly intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1891-1901, 1898-07-02

Arise ye aud depart for this is no
your rest" am going to make you
grand offer. Some OF you remembei
that when gold was discovered in Cali
fornia, large companies were made NJ
and started off TO get their fortune
and a year ago for the same purpos,
hundreds dared the cold Of Alaska
To-day | want to make up a party foI
the land of gold. hold in my hand
deed from the Proprietor Of the estate
in which He offers to all who will ioir
the company 10, 1000 shares OF infnit,
value, in a city whose streets are gold
whose harps are gold, whose crown
are gold. You have read OF the Cru
saders-how that many thousands O
them went off to capture the holy
sepulchre. ask you to join a grandel
crusade-not for the purpose Of con
quering the sepulehre OF a dead Christ
but for the purpose of reaching tn,
throne of aliving Jesus
There are hundreds here weary-oh
how weary-weary with sin; wear,
with trouble; weary with bereavement
Some of you have been pierced through
and through. You carry the scars o
a score of conflicts, in which you hAv,
bled at every pore; and you sigh, 'roh
that l had the wings Of a dove, that
might fly away aud be at restr' You
have taken the cup of this world'i
pleasures and drunk it to the dregs
and still the thirst claws at you
tongue, and the fever strikes to youi
brain. You have chased pleasur,
through every valley, by every stream
amid every brightness aud under
every shadow; but just at the moment
when you were all ready to put YOU
hand upon the rose, laughing sylph Of
the wood, she turned upon you with
the glare Of a iend and the eve Of 9
satyr, her locks adders, and her breath
the chill damp of a grave. Out Of
Jesus Christ no rest No voice tc
silence the storm No light to kindlt
the darkness Nor dry dock TO repair
the split bulwark.
Thank God, can tell you something
better. IL there is no rest on earth,
there Is rest in Heaven. oh, We who
are worn out with work, you hand.
calloused, your backs bent, your eye,
half put ont, your fingers worn with
the needle, that in this world you ma
never lay down; We discouraged ones
who have been waging a 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 tn,
weary foot hear me talk about restl
Look at that company OF enthroned
ones. Ii cannot be that those briph,
ones ever toiled9 Yes! yesl Thes,
packed the Chinese tea boxes, anG
through missionary instructions es
capped into glory. These sweltered or
southern plantations, and one night
after the cotton picking, went up a,
white as If they had never been black
Those died of overtoil in the Lowell
carpet factories, and these in the Man
chester mills; those helped build tn,
Pyramids, and these broke away from
work on the day Christ was houndeC
out Of Jerusalem No more towers Il
build; Heaven is done. No more gar
ments to weave; the robes are finished
No more harvests to raise; the garner
are full. oh, sons and daughters o.
toll! arise ye and depart, for that Il
your rest
But there are some of you who wan
TO hear about the land where they
never have any heartbreaks and M
graves are dug. Where are your fathei
and mother? The most Of you arc or
phans- ! look around, and where
see q man who has parents living
see ten who are orphans. Where ar,
your children Where | see one famil,
circle that is unbroken see three O
four that have been desolated. On,
lamb gone out Of this fold; one howel
Plucked from that garland; one colder
link broken from that cham; here 1
bright light put out and there another
and yonder another. With such griefs
how are you TO rest2 win Their,
ever be a power that can attune tina
silent voice, or kindle the luster O
that closed eye, or put spring anC
dance into that little foot? When W,
bank up the dust over the dead, is tn,
sod to be broken? Is the GENE
terry TO hear no sound but the tire O
the hearse wheel, or the tap Of tn,
bell at the gate, as the long process
sions come In with their awful bur
dens of grief? Is the bottom Of tn,
grave gravel, and the top dustP No
no! no! The tomb is only a plac,
where we wrap our robes about US 70
q pleasant nap on our way home. Tn
swellings OF Jordan will only wash OF
the dust OF the way. From the top O
the grave We catch q glimpse Of tn
towers glinted with ths sun that neVe
sets.
oh, ye whose locks are wet with tn
dews OF the night of grief; ye who's
hearts are heavy, because those well
known footsteps sound no more at tn,
doorway, yonder is your rest Their,
is David triumphant; but once he be
moaned Abanlom. There is Abraham
epthroned; but once he wept for Sarah
There is Paul exultant; but he one
sat with his feet 10 the stocks. Their
Is Payson radiant with immorta
health; but on earth he was Away
sick. No toll, no tears, no paTtings
no strife, no agonizinR cough, no night
No storm to rufle the crystal sea n,
alarm 10 strike from the cathedra
towers. No dirge t~hrobbing from
s~eraphic harps No tremor in tn,
everlasting song; but rest-perfec
rest-unending rest
Into that rest how many loved one
have gopel Some put down the worl
OF midIife, feeling they could hardl,
be spared from the store or shop for
day, but r TO b. spared from II for
ever. Some went In old age, On
came lettering on his staff, and use
10 sit at the foot of the pulpit, hi
wrinkled face radiant with the ligh
that falls from the throne OF God. An
other having lived a life Of Christian
consistency here, ever busy with kind
nesses for her children, her heart ful
o. that meek and quiet spirit that /
~ the sight Of God Of great price, sud
denly her ~eountenance was trans
figured, and the gate was opened, an.
she took her place AMID that grea
cloud Of witnesses that hover abou
the throneI
Glorious conSolationl They ara no
dead. You can not make mo beliey
they are dead. They have only move
on. With more love than that wit
which they greeted us on earth, the
watch us from their high place, an
their voices cheer US in our struggle 70
the sky. Hail, spirits blessed now tina
We have passed the flood and won In