The weekly intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1891-1901, 1898-07-02

then' bellS oy long exposure and
much ringing, lose their clearness of
tone; but this rousing bell Of the gos-
| pei strikes in just as clear q toni as
when it first rang on the air. As far
as can see, your great wantand mine
IS rest. From the time we enter life,
a great many veXations and annoy
ances take after us. We have our Holt
DAYS and our seasons of recreation 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 we'll go down oft Cape Hatteras
to ind smooth water as a 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 a place to loiter
in. God does everything successfully;
and this world would be a very differ
ent world II it were intended for us to
lounge in. 1t does right well for a
few years Indeed, it is magnificent
Nothing but infinite wisdom and good.
ness could have mixed this beverage
of water, or hung up these brackets of
stars, or trained these voices of rill.
and bird and that God has
but to lift His hand. and the whole
world breaks forth into orchestra.
But after all, 1t is only the splendors
of a Kings highway, over which we
are TO march on 10 eternal ~conquests.
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 most Of the successful railroads,
and In safe deposit vaults great rolls
OF government securities. They had
einblszoned carriages, high.mettled
steeds, footmen, plate that confound-
ed lords and senator's who sat at their
table, tapestry on which noated the
richest designso Of foreign looms, splen.
dor Of canvas on the wall, exquisite
ness Of music rising among the pedes.
tails Of bronze, and dropping, soft as
light on snow Of sculpture. Here let
them rest Put back the embroid.
cred curtain, and shake up the pill.
low OF down. Turn out the
lights. II is II o'clock at night
Let slumber drop upon the eve
lids and the air float through the half
opened lattice, drowsy with midsum-
mer perfume. Stand back, all care.
anxiety and trouble. But mol they
will not stand back. They rattle the
lattice. They look under the capopv.
With rough touch they star.le his
pulses They cry out at IL o'clock at
night Awake man; how can YOU
sleep when things are so uncertainP
What about those stocks? Hark To
the tap of that FIRE bell; II is your dis
trict How If you should die soonP
Awake man! Think of It'll Who will
get your property when you are goneP
What will they do with it? Wake uni
Riches sometimes take wings How il
you should get poor? Wake upF Bis
ing on one elbow, the mar of fortune
looks out into the darkness of the
room, and wipes the dampness from
his forehead and says, ALIAS! For all
this scene of wealth and m~agnifcenee
nc restl'
l passed down a street of q city with
q merchant He knew all the finest
houses on the street He said: There
is something the matter in all Of these
houses In that one it is conjugal in
felicity. In that one, a dissipated son.
In that a dissolute father. In that
an idiot child In that the prospect
of bankruptcy" This worlds wealth
a give no permanent satisfaction.
This is not your rest You and | have
seen men try In another direction. A
mar says: If | could only rise 10 such
a place of renown; If l could gain that
oase; II l could only get the stand,
and have my sentiments met with
one good round Of hand-elapping
applause; II ! could only write
a book that would live, or make
q speech that would thrill, or do
an action that would resoundp The
tide turns in his favor. His name is
on 10000 lips He is bowed to, and
sought after, and advanced. Men
drink his health at great dinners. At
his fiery words the mnltitudes huzza!
From galleries Of beauty they throw
garlands. From housetops, as he
passes in long procession. they shake
out the national standards. Here let
him rest. 1t is II o'clock at night On
pillows stuffed with a nations praise
let him lie down. Hush! all disturbant
voices. In his dream let there be
boosted a throne, and across Il march
q eornatiOp. Hushl Hush!
wake upp' says a rough voice.
political sentiment is changing.
Now II you should lose this place of
honor! Wake up! Ths morning papers
are TO be full Of denunciati0n. Hearken
10 the excavations Of those who once
caressed you BY tomorrow night
there will be multitudes sneering at
the words which last night you ex-
pected would be universally admired.
How can you sleep when everything
depends upon the next turn Of the
great tragedy? Up mani OF Of this
pillow The ran, with head yet hot
from his last o%ratiDn. starts up sudden.
ly. looks ont upon tbs Right but sees
nothing except the flowers that lie up
on his stand, or the scroll from which
he read his speech. or the books from
which he quoted his authorities. and
goes to his desk 10 finish his neglected
correspondence, or TO pen an indignant
line to some reporter, or sketch the
plan for a public defense against the
assaults OF the people. Happy when
he got bis 9rst lawyers brief; exult-
ANT when be tFiHmphed over his first
political rivss yEt, setting on the very
top Of all that this world offers Of
praise, he exclaims; NO TestI no
rest!'
The very world that now spplasds
will soon hiss That world said Of
the great Webster: "What Q states
mani What a wonderful exposition
of the constitution A man Ct for any
position!" Thatsame world said, after
awhile; Down with himl lie is an
Od'ce-seeker. lie is a sot lie is q
hbettlpe. Away with himl" And
there Is nc Ueace for the man until he
lays down hiS broken heart in the
grave at Marshfeid. While Charles
Matthews was performing IN London,
before immense audiences, one day a
~orp-out and gloomy man came into a
doct0Fl Ebop, saying. doctor. what