The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1898-07-13

he. Judge that would hc the making OF
him: he cot 10 be judgc 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 I great enter
tainment. when poets and orators and
duchcsScs We're adoril@ his genus.
wished that he could creep back int"
the obScurity in which hr dwclt on the
day when he wrote ut' the
Daisy. We. in.,i, c,i'n-"n 'iI.lri II ~rr
NAPOLEON wanted 10 make all Europe
trcmble at his powcr; made 1t ,rembic
then died. his entire military achlcyc-
mcnts dwindiing down to apalr'"t mill
tary boots which he insisted on having
ON his feet when dying. vt Versailles
| saw picture Of Napoleon IN his
triumpl,S. went into another room
and saw bust of ofNapolcon rs heappeal-
ed at St. Helena. but oh. what grief in
the face OF the latter The first was
Napoleon in triumph; the last WAS Ma
pnlcon with his heart broken. How
they laughed and cried when silver
tongacd Sheridan. in the midday of
prosperity. harangued the people OF
Britain. and how they howlcd ut and
exccrated him when, outside of the
room where his corpse lay his creditors
tried to get his miserable bones and
sell them!
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 Aha, cry the towers, no,
rest here. We follow Babylon and The
bes and Nineveh into the dust. No
rest 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 COM
panies were made up and started of 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 God. hold in
my hand deed from the proprietor OF
the estate. in which he offers to all who
will join the company l0,0 600 shares Of
infinite value, in a city whose streets
are gold. whose harps are gold. whose
crown are gold. You have read Of the
crusaders-how that many thousands Of
them went of to conquer the holy sepul-
cher. | ask you to join grander cru
sade, sot for the purpose Of conquerlng
the sepulcher of dead Christ, but for
the purpose of reaching the throne OF a
living Jesus. When an amy IS to be
made up, the recruiting officer examines
the volunteers, he tests their eyeslght,
he sounds theirlungs, he measures their
stature. They must be just right, or
they are rejected. But there shall be
no partiality in making up this army OF
Christ. Whatever your moral or physl-
cal stature. whatever your designations.
whatever your crimes, whatever your
weaknesses. have commission from
the Lord Almighty tomake up this regl-
ment of redeemed souls, and | 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 expert
ence that what l have said about this
world is true; that it is no place 20 rest
in. There are hundreds here weary
oh. how weary-weary with sin, weary
with trouble, weary with bereavement.
Some of you have been pierced through
and through. You carry the scars OF i
score of conflicts, in which you have
bted at every pore. and you sigh. oh.
that | had the wings of a dove. that |
might fly away and be at rest. You
have taken the cup Of this world s pleas
ures and drunk it to the drcgs 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 yeu We're al ready to put
Your handupo the rosy, laughing sylph
of the wood she turned upon you with
the glare Of Il fend and the eye of L
satyr, her locks adders and her breath
the chill damp of :; grave. Out Of
Jesus Christ no rest. No voice to sill
ence the storm. No light to kindle the
darkness. No drydock to repair the
split bulwark.
Thank God. can tell You something
better. If there is no res on earth.
there is rest in heaven. Oh, yc 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 hand to hand
fight for bread; ye to whom the night
brings little rest and the morning more
drudgery-oh, ye Of the weary hard 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 missionary instruction escaped
into glory. These sweltcrcd on south
ern plantations, and one night, after
the cotton picking, went up as white 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 and
these broke away from work on the day
Christ was bounded out Of Jerusalem.
No more towers to build: heaven is done.