St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1898-07-30

the making Of him: got to be judg,
and cursed the day in which he wa
born. Alexander wanted to submere
the world with his greatness; sui
merged it and then drank himself {
death because he could not stand til
trouble. Burns thought he would Civ
everything if he could win the favor 9
courts and princess; won it, and ami
the shouts OF a great entertainment
when poets and orators and duchesse
were adoring his genius, wished the
he could creep back into the obscurit
in which he dwelt on the day when h
wrote Of the
Daisy, wee. modest, crimson-tippsd flower.
Napoleon wanted to make all Europ
tremble at his power; made it tremtle
then died. his entire ilitary achieve
ments dwindling down to a pair O
military boots which he insisted OF
having ON his feet when dying. A
Versailles saw a picture of Napoleon
in his triumphs. Invent into anothe
room and saw bust of Napoleon a
he appeared at st. Helena; but, oh
what grief and anguish in the face o
the latter! The first was Napoleon in
triumph, the last was Napoleon witt
his heart broken! How they laughed
and cried when silver-tongued Sheri
dan, in the midday Of prosperity, ha-
rangued 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.
This world for rest? 'Aha!' cry The
waters, mo rest here-we plunge te
the sea" ''Aha," crw lie mountains
no rest bee we tumble to the
piains." Aha" cry the towns INC
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 said all this7
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 Cali
fornia, large companies were made up
and started off to get their fortune,
and year ago for the same purpose
hundreds dared the cold of Alaska. To-
day 1 want to make up party for the
Land OF Gold. 1 hold in my hand deed
from the Proprietor of the estate, in
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
yrander crusade-no. for the purpose of
the sepulcher OF 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 Partially in making
up this army Of Christ. Whatever
your moral or physical stature, what
ever your designations, whatever your
crimes, whatever your weakness, 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
hat you all may join it. Why not?
You know in your own hearts expert
,nce that what l have said about this
world is true that it is noplace to rest
n. There are hundreds here weary
III, how weary-weary with sin; weary
With trouble; weary with bereavement.
some of you have been pierced through
md through. lou carry the scars of
J score of conflicts, in which you
lave bled 1t every pore; and you
Ugh: ''Oh, that / had the wings
# dove, that l might fly away
md be at rest!" You have taken the
up of this worlds pleasures and drunk
to the dregs, end still the thirst
laws at yonr tongue and the fever
trikes to your brain. You have chased
'leasure through every valley, by every
tream. amid every brightness, and
Inder every shadow; but just ut the
noment when you were all ready to
ut your hand upon the rose, laughing
ylph of the wood, she turned upon
on with the glare of fiend ard the
We Of q satyr, her locks adders and her
reath the chill damp of a grave. Out
( Jesus Christ no rest. No voice to
Hence the storm No light to kindle
he darkness. No dry dock to repair
he split bulwark.
Thank God, l can tell you something
etter. If there is no rest on earth,
here is rest in Heaven. Oh, ye who
re worn out with your work, your
ands calloused, your backs bent, your
yes half put out, your fingers worn
18th the needle, that in this world you
lay never lay down; We discouraged
mes, who have been waging . hand
'-hand fight for bread; We to whom
he night brings little rest and the
light more drudgcry-oh, We of the
cary hand, and the weary side, and
he weary foot, hear me talk about
st!
Look at that company Of enthroned
aes. 1t can not be that those bright !
ncs ever toiled? Yes! yes! These
acked the Chinese tea boxes, and
trough missionary instruction es-
ped into glory. These sweltered ON
'uthern plantations. and one night,
tier the cotton-pickin9, went up as
hite rs if they had never been black.
hose dead of overtoil in the Lowell |
Irpet factories, and these in the Man
lester mills; those helped build the
yramids, and these broke away from
ork on the day Christ was bounded
1t of Jerusalem. No more towers to
aild; Heaven is done. No more gar
ents to weave; the robes are finished.
o more harvests to raise; the garners
e full. Oh, sons and daughters of
Ill! arise ye and depart, for that il
,ur rest.
Scovill McCallum. q boy Of my Sun
y school, while dying, said to his
other: Don't cry, but sing. Sing
There Is rest for the weary,
There is rest for the weary.