Owingsville outlook. [volume] (Owingsville, Ky.) 1879-192?, 1898-06-30


favor of courts and princcsi won it,
and amid the shouts of Il great enter
tainmcnt. when poets, and orators,
aud uurhrS~cs were Hdurin" his
genius, wished thnt hr could creep
hacl, into the oh~curity In which he
dvclt ON the day when he wrote of the
DAISY, wee modest crimson tipped flower"
Napoleon wanted to make all Europe
trcmhlc NJ his power; made il trcmblc.
then died, his entire military achieve
mcntS dwindling down To- a pair of
military lout-, which he insisted on
having ON his feet when dying. At
Versailles | saw n picture of Napoleon
in his triumphs. went into another
room ami saw bust of Napoleon rs
lac appeared at st. Helena; hut oh,
what grief and anguish in the face OF
the latter, The first was Napoleon In
trium'h, the last was Napoleon with
his heart broken. How they laughed
| and cried when Silvrr-tougucd Sheri-
dan, in Tn" midday Of prosperity, ha-
rangucd the people of britain and how
/ they howlcd AT and eNccratcd him
when, outside of the room where his
corpse lay, his creditors tried To get
his miserable bones and sell them.
This world for rcStn Aha" cry the
| waters, mo rest hcrc-wc plunge To
| the sea. Aha. cry the mountains,
! mo rest hcrc--we crumhlc To the
| plain. 'Aha.' cry the towers mo rest
| here we follow babylon, and ThcbcN,
and NincyCh into the dust No rest
| for the flowers; they fade. 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
| grand offer. Some of YOU remember
that whcn gold wa, discovered in Cal
| ifornia. large companies were made up
and started off To get their fortune,
and a year ago for the same purpose
| hundreds dared the cold Of ALASKA. To-
day ! want To make up party for the
7land of gold. hold in NV hand Il decd
/ from the Proprietor Of the estate, in
which lie offers 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 Cru
| saders-how that many thousands of
! them went oil To conquer tine holy
sepulcher. ! ask you to join a grandcr
crusade-not for the purpose of con
qucring the scpulchcr of a dead Christ,
but for the purpose of reaching the
throne of living Jesus. When an
army is to be made mp, the recruiting
tests their rycsignt; h. sounds their
lungs; he measures their stature; they
must be just right or they are rejected.
Yut there shall he no Partially in
making up this army of Christ. What
ever your moral or physical stature,
whatever your designations, whatever
your crimes, whatever your weakness.
| have n commission from the Lord
Almighty TO make mp this regiment of
redeemed souls, and | cry, Arise We,
aud 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 il is no place
.
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 sears of a score of conflicts,
in which you have blcd at every pore;
and you sigh, "oh. that | had the
wings of dove, that ! might fly away
and be at rest You have taken the
cup of this worlds pleasures and drunk
il 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
Tic n omcnt whe Il you were all ready
TO put your hand upon the rosy,
laughing sylph of the wood, she turn
ed upon You with the glare OF Il ficnd
and the eye of a satyr, her locks adders
and her breath the chill damp of a
grave. Out of Jesus Christ no rest.
No voice to silence the storm. No
light to kindle the darkness. No dry
dock TO repair the split bulwark.
Thank God, can tell you some
thing 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 ont, your fingers
worn with the needle, that in this
world you may never lay down, We dis
couraged ones. who have been waging
hand-to-hand fight for bread; We to
whom the night brings little rest and
e
the weary hand and the weary side,
and the weary foot, hear me talk
about rest!
Look at that company of cnthroned
ones. 1t can not b. that those bright
ones ever toiled? Yes. yes. These
packed the Chinese tea boxes, and
through missionary instruction es-
4 capped 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 Man
chester mills; those help build the Pyr-
amids, 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 gar
ments to weave; the robes are finished.
y No more harvests To raise; the garners
are full. ON, sons and daughters of
toll! arise ye and depart, for that is
your rest.
Scovill McCallunl. a boy of my sun
day-school. while dying, said to his
mother, Don't cry, but sing, sing,
| There is resi- for the wparv