The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-06-27

favor of courts and princes; won it, and
| amid the shouts of great entertainment,
| when poets, and orators, and 6uchesses
were adoring his genius, wished that he
could creep back into the obscurity In
1 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 it tremble,
| then died. his entire military achievements
dwindling down 20 pair Of military boots
which he insisted on having on his feet
when dying. Al Versailles l saw a picture
of Napoleon IN his trlumps. l went into
another room and saw bust of Napoleon
rs he appeared at 81. Helena: but. OH.
what grief and anguish In the face of the
latter Tie first was Napoleon in triumph
the last was Napoleon with his heart
broken. How they laughed and cried when
silver-tongued Sheridan. in the midday of
prosperity, harangued the people of Brit
niand how they howled at and execrated
him when, outside of the room where his
corpse lay his creditors tried 10 get his
miserable bones and sell them.
This world for rest2 "Ahaw cry the
waters. no rest here-we plunge 10 the
SEA" Aha" cry the mountains, no 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 the man; he must work, toll, suffer and
slave.
Now, for what have I said all this? Just
TO prepare you for the text: Arise We and
depart; for this is not your rest" l am
going 10 make you a grand offer. Some OF
you remember that when gold was discov-
cred in California, large companies We're
made up and started off TO get their for
tune, and year ago for the same purpose
hundreds dared the cold of Alaska To-
day l want TO make up a party for the
land of God I mold ia my hand a deed
from the proprietor Of the estate, in which
he offers to all who Will join the company
ten thousand shares in 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
thousands of them went off TO conquer the
Holy Sepulchre. I ask YOU to 1oin
grander crusade-not for the pur-
pose of c0nquering the sepulchre Of a
dead Christ, but for the purpose of reach
ing the throne Of living Jesus. When
an army is to be made up, the recruiting
officer examines the volunteers; he tests
their eyesight; ne sounds their lungs: be
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 physi-
cal stature, whatever your designations,
Whatever your crimes, Whatever your
weaknesses, I have a commission from
the Lord Almighty 70 make up this .eg-
| ment Of redeemed souls. and cry, Arise
We. and depart; for this is not your rest"
Many of you have lately joined this com-
| pany, and my desire is that you all may
| join it. Why not? You know In your
own hearts experience that what / have
said about this world is true-that il 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 a score OF conflicts in which
! you have bled at every pore; and you sigh,
oh. that 1 had the wings of dove, that
1 might fly away and be at rest" You
\ have taken the cup of this worlds pleas
| ures and drunk il 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 mo-
| ment when you were all ready to put your
! hand upon the rosy, laughing sylph of the
| would, she turned upon you with the glare
4 of a fiend and the eye of a satyr, her locks
adders. and her breath the chill damp If
| a grave. Out of Jesus Christ no rest No
| voice to silence the storm. No light to
| kindle the darkness. No dry dock to re-
! pair the split bulwark
Thank God, 1 can tell you. something
| better. If there is no rest on earth, there
| is rest in heaven. On, We who are worn
| out with work, your hands calloused,
! your backs bent your eyes half put out
/ your fingers worn with the needle, that in
| this world you may never lay down; We
| discouraged ones, who have been waging
a hand-to-hand fight for bread; We to
whom the night brings little rest and the
! morning more drudgery-oh, We of the
weary hand, and the weary side, and the
| weary foot, hear me talk about restl
Look at that company of enthroned
ones. 1t cannot be that those bright ones
ever toiled? Yes! yes! These packed
| the Chinese tea boxes, and through mis-
| sionary instruction esca ped 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 CRrist was bounded out
/ of Jerusalem. No more towers TO build;
| heaven is done. No more garments to
weave the robes are finished. No more
| harvests to raise; the gamers are fun.
! Oh, sons and daughters of toll, arise We
| and depart, for that is your rest.
| Scovill McCalium, a boy of my Sunday
| 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-"
But there are some of you who want to
1 hear about the land where they never
have any heartbreaks, and no graves are
| dug. Where are your father and mother?
The most of you are orphans look
| around and where / see one man who has
| parents living. see ten who are orphans
Where are your children? Where l see
one family circle that is unbroken | see
| three or four that have been desolated.
One lamb gone out of this fold: one
flower piucked from that garland; one
golden link broken from that chain; here
| bright light put out, and there another.
and yonder another. With such griefs.
how are YOU to rest? win there ever be
a power than can attune that silent voice.
or kndle the luster of that closed eve or
| put spring and dance into that little foot?
| When We bank up the dust over the dead
IS the sod never 10 be broken? Is th4.
cemetery to hear no sound but the tire OF
the hearse wheel. or the tap of the bell al
the gate as the long professions come in
with their awful burdens of grief? Ia