The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1898-06-27
THE HEAVENLY REST,
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GOD Did Not Maks This Earth FOR Res,
Troubles Of the 1ieh and Grsat-A Ser
mon Of Consolation For the Toll wor,
and Weary.
Copyright. 1888. By American Press Asso
WAMINoroN, June 98.--This discours
OF Dr.. Talmage draws contrast between
the fatigues Of this world and the blissfu
recuperation Of the heavenly paradise
text, Micah II, 10. ARISE 70 and depart
for this Is not your rest. :"
This was the drumbeat of o prophe,
who wanted to arouse his people from thei1
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 rous.
ing bell Of the gospel strikes in as clear q
tone as when 1t first rang on the air.
As far as I can see, your great want and
mine 10 rest. From the time we enter life
great many vexations and annoyances
take after US. We have our holidays and
our seasons Of recreation and quiet, but
where il the man in this world who has
found entire rests The fact is that God
did not make this world to rest in. A
ship might as we'll go down of Cape Hat
teras 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 success
fully, and this world would be very diff
ferent world II 1t were intended for us to
lounge In. 1t does right well for few
years. Indeed 1t Is magnificent. Nothing
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 forth into orchestra
But, after all, it is only the splendors of
kings highway, over which we are to
march on to eternal conquests
Cares Of the Wealthy.
You and 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 had stock In the most successful
railroads and In safe deposit vaults great
rolls of government securities. They had
emblazoned carriages, high mettled steeds,
footmen, plate that COMPOUNDED lords and
senators who sat at their table, tapestry
on which floated the richest designs Of
foreign looms, splendor Of canTas on
the wall, exquisiteness of music rising
among pedestals Of bronze and dropping
soft as light on snow Of sculpture. Hero
let them rest. Put back the embroidered
curtain and shake up the pillow of down.
Turn out the lights. 1t is l. o'clock at
night. Let slumbcr drop upon the eyelids
and the air float through the half opened
lattice drowsy with midsummer perfume.
Stand back all care, anxiety and troubled
But no, they will not stand back. They
rattle tho lattice They look under tho
canopy. With rough touch they startle
his pulses. They cry out at 10 o'clock at
night: Awake, mani How can you sleep
when things are so uncertainP What
about those stocks? Hark to the tap of
that fire bell 1t is your district. How if
you should die soonp Awake, man! Think
Of it'll Who will get your property when
you arc gomez What will they do with itp
Wake upl Riches sometimes take wings
How if you should get poorp Wake upp
Rising on ono elbow, the man of fortune
looks out into the darkness of the room
and wipes the dampncss from his forehead
oil %
wealth and magnifccnce, no restP'
passed down street of city with a
merchant He knew all the finest houses
IN the street. He said: "There is some
hing the matter in all these houses In
hat one it is conjugal infelicity. In that
'no dissipated son. In that q dissolute
ather. In that an idiot child. In that
he prospect of bankruptcy" This worlds
wealth cen give no permanent satisfao-
ion. This is not your rest.
You and have seen men try in another
direction. A man says, "If could only
Use to such and such place of renown, IL
could gain that office, If l could only get
he stand and have my sentiments met
With one good round of hand clapping |
applause, if could only write book that !
brill, or do an action that would re-
oundl" Tho tide turns in his favor His |
lame is on 10000 lips He is bowed to
md sought after and advanced. Men |
rink his health at great dinners. At his |
iery words the multitudes huzza. From
galleries Of beauty they throw garlands
from house tops as he passes in long pro-
ession they shake out tho national stand
rds. Here let him rest. 1t is II o'clock
{ night On pillows stuffed with ma
ions praise let him lie down. Hush all
sturbant voices In his dream let there
No hoistcd throne and across it march
cremation. Hush! Hush
Changes of Political Sentiment.
wake upr' says n rough voice. "Po.
tical sentiment is changing How if you
hould lose this place of honor2 Wake upi
he morning papers are to be full of de-
Hcarkcn to the excavations
I those who once caressed you'll BY to-
morrow night there will DO multitudes
neering at the words which last night
on expected would be universally ad-
aired How can you sleep when every
hing depends upon the next turn of the
reat tragedy Up, man! Off of this pill
1wp The man, with head yet hot from
is last GRAFTON, starts up suddenly, looks
ut upon the night, but secs nothing cx-
opt the flowers that lie upon his stand, or
he scroll from which hc read his speech,
r the books from which he quoted his
uthorities, and goes to his desk to finish
is neglected correspondence, or to pen an
line to some reporter or sketch
he plan for Il public defense against tho
ssauts of tho people, Happy when no
OF his first lawyers brief. Exultant when
e trumphed over his first political rival
ct, sitting on the very top Of all that
lis world offers of praise, he exclaims:
No rest! No restr'
Tho very world that now applauds will
Don hiss. That world said Of the great
'ebster: "What statesman What
onderful exposition of the constitution
man fit for any position!' That same
orld said after awhile: Down with himl
[c is an office seeker. He Is a sot He Is
libertine. Away with himl" And there
no peace for the man until he lays down
Is broken heart in the grave at Marsh
ED. While Charles Matthews was per-
'rming in London before immense audi
ices one da'' u wornout and gloomy man
'me into Doctors shop, saying, "Doo-
r, what can you do for me?" The doc
II examined his case and said, MY ad-
co is that you go and sec Charles Mat