The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1898-07-23
In GODS PARADISE.
Rev, DR.. Talmage Talks About the
Rest to Come.
The AnnOyanceS, Labors and Vexati0as OF
Life win Soon be Forgotten in
the Recuperation of the
Heavenly Rest.

recuperation of the heavenly paradise.
The text is:
Arise We and depart, for this is not your rest
Micah H.. TO-
This was the drum-beat of a prophet
who wanted to arouse his people from
their oppressed and sinful condition.; but
it may just as properly be uttered now
as then. Bells, by long exposure and
much ringing, lose their clearness of
tone; but this rousing bell of the Cos
pei strikes in just as clear tone as
when it first rang on the air.
AS far as can see, your great want
and mine is rest. From the time we
enter life, great many vexations and
annoyances take after us We have
our holidays and our seasons of recrea-
ton and quiet, but where is the man in
this world who has found entire rest
The fact is that God did not make this
world to rest in. A ship might as well
go down off Cape Hatteras to find
smooth water as man in this world
to find quiet From the way that God
has strewn the thorns, and hung the
clouds, and sharpened the tusks; from
the colds that distress us, and the heats
that smite us, and the pleurisies that
stab us, and the fevers that consume
us, | know that He did not make
this world as place to loiter in.
God does everything successfully and
this world would be very different
world if it were intended for MS to
lounge in. 1t does right well for few
years. Indeed it is magnificent! Moth
ing but infinite wisdom and goodness
could have mixed this beverage of
water, or hung up these brackets of
stars, or trained these voices of rill,
and bird and ocean-so that God has
but to lift His hand, and the whole
world breaks into orchestra. But after
all, 1t is only the splendors OF a kings
highway, over which we are to march
on to eternal conquests.
You aud have seen men who tried
to rest here. They builded themselves
great stores. They gathered around
them the patronage of merchant
princes. The voice of their bid shook
the money markets. They Dad stock
in most of the successful railroads, and
in safe deposit vaults great rolls of
government securities. They had en-
blazoned carriages, high mettled
steeds, footmen, plate that COMPOUNDED
lords and senators who sat at their ia
BILE, tapestry on which floated the rich
est designs of foreign looms, splendor
of canvas on the wall, exquisiteness of
music rising among pedastals of
bronze, and dropping, soft as light, on
snow of sculpture. Here let them rest.
Put back the embroidered curtain, and
shake up the pillows of down. Turn
out the lights. 1t is II o'clock at mig hit.
Let slumber drop upon the eyelids,
and the air float through the half
| opened lattice, drowsy with midsum-
! mer perfume. Stand back, all care,
anxiety and trouble! But no! they
will not stand back They rattle the
lattice. They look under the canopy.
With rough touch they startle his
pulses. They cry out at IL o'clock at
night: awake, man; how can you
sleep when things are SO uncertaini
What about those stocks? Hark to the
tap of that fire bell; it is your district.
How if you should die soon? Awake,
mani Think of it! Who will get your
property when you are gone? What
will they do with it? Wake up! Riches
sometimes take wings. How if you
should get poor? Wake up!' Rising
on one elbow, the man of fortune looks
out into the darkness of the room, and
wipes the dampness from his forehead
and says: 'Alas! For all this scene
of wealth and magni6cence-no restl'
passed down street of city will
a merchant. He knew all the fines
houses on the street. He said: "Ther,
is something the matter in all thes'
houses. In that one it is conjugal in
felicity In that one dissipated son
In that, dissolute father In that, al
idiot child. In that, the prospect o
bankruptcy" This worlds wealth cal
give no permanent satisfaction. Thi
is not your rest.
You and have seen men try in an
other direction. A man says: "If
could only rise to such and such plac
of renown; if | could gain that Office
if could only get the stand, and hav
my sentiments met with one goo,
round of hand-clapping applause; if
could only write book that woul,
live, or make speech that would thrill
Or do an action that would resound!
The tide turns in his favor. His nam
is on 10, 900 lips. He is bowed to, ant
sought after, and advanced. Men drinl
his health at great dinners. At his fer,
words the multitudes huzza. From gal
leries of beauty they throw garlands
From housetops, as he passes in lonl
procession, they shake out the nationa
standards. Here let him rest. 1t is
o'clock at night. On pillows stuffe
with a nations praise let hiI
lie down. Hush! all disturban
voices. In his dream let Their
; be hoisted a throne. and acros
it march a coronation. Hush! Hush
Wake up!" says rough voice. "Pc
litical sentiment is changing. How
you should lose this place of honor
Wake up! The morning papers are t
be full of denunciation. Hearken t
the execrations of those who once CT
ressed you. BY tomorrow night ther
will be multitudes sneering at til
words which last night you expecte
would be universally admired. Ho'
can you sleep when everything d.
ponds upon the next turn of the gres
tragedy? Up, mani Off of this pi
low!" The man, with head yet he