Connecticut western news., 1898-06-30

 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 great entertainment, when poets and orators and duchesses were adoring his genius, wished that he could creep back into tho obscurity ill which he dwelt on the day when he wrote of the
 Daisy, wee, modest, crimson tipped flower. Napoleon wanted to make all Europe tremble'at his power; made 1t tremble, then died, his entire military achieve ments dwindling down to pair of mil itary boots which he insisted on having on his feet when dying. At Versailles I saw picture of Napoleon ill his tri umphs. I went into another room and saw q bust of Napoleon as he appeared at St. Helena, but, oh, what grief and anguish in the face of the latter! The first was Napoleon i'll triumph, the last was Napoleon with his heart broken. How they laughed and cried when sill yer tongued Sheridan ill 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 miserable bones and sell them.
 No Rest Without Christ.
 This world for rest? "Aha," cry the waters, ''no rest here. We plunge to the sea- "Aha," cry the mountains, mo rest here. We crumble to the plain" Aha" cry the towers, "no rest here. We follow Babylon and Thebes 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 I said all this2 Just to prepare you for the text, Arise ye and depart, for this is not your rest. " am going to make you grand otfer' Some of you remember that when gold was discovered Fin California large companies were made up and started off to get their fortune, and 8 year ago for the same purpose hundreds dared the cold of Alaska. Today I want to make up party for the land of gold. l hold in my hand deed from the proprietor of the estate, ill which he offers to all who will join the company 10000 shares of infinite value, in a city whose streets are gold, whose harps are gold, whose crowns are gold. You have read of the crusaders-how that many thou sands of them went off to conquer the holy sepulcher. I ask you to join a grander crusade, not for the purpose of conquering the sepulcher of a dead Christ, but for the purpose of reaching the throne of living Jesus. When an army is to be made up. the recruiting officer examines the volunteers. He tests their eyesight; he sounds their lungs; 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 physical stature, whatever your dissipations, whatever your crimes, whatever your weaknesses, I have commission from the Lord Almighty to make up this regiment 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 ex- perience that what have said about this world is true-that it is no place to rest in. There are hundreds here weary -oh, how weary weary with sin, weary with trouble, weary with be- reavement. Some of you have been pierced through and through. You carry the scars of score of conflicts, in which you have bled at every pore, and you sigh, "Oh, that I had the wings of a dove. that I nightly away and be at restp 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 all ready to put your hand upon the rosy, laughing sylph of the wood she turned upon you with the glare of fiend and the eye of q satyr, her locks adders and her breath the chill damp of Q grave. Out of Jesus Christ no rest. No voice to silence the story. No light to kiadle the darkness. No drydock to repair the split bulwark.
 Peace For the Troubled.
 Thank God, I can tell you something better. If there is no rest on earth, there is rest ill heaven. Oh, ye who are worn out with work, your hands cal loused, your backs bent, your eyes half rut out, your fingers worn with the needle that in this world you may never lay down, ye discouraged ones who have been waging hand to hand fight for bread, ye to whom the night brings little rest and the morning moro drudgery-oh, ye of the weary hand and the weary side and the weary foot, hear me talk about rest.
 Look at that company of enthroned rnes. It cannot be that those bright ones ever toiled? Yes yes. These packed the Chinese tea boxes, and through mis- sionary instruction escaped into glory. These sweltered on southern 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. No more garments to weave, the robes are finished. No moro harvests to raise, the gamers are full. Oh, sons and daugh- ters of toil, arise ye and depart, for that is your rest.
 Scovill McCallum, boy of my Sun day school, while dying said to his mother, Don't cry, but sing, sing,
 ''There is rest for the weary,
 There is rest for the weary"
 Then putting his wasted hand over his heart he said, 'There is rest for me-
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