The Burke County news. [volume] (Morganton, N.C.) 1899-1901, 1899-02-10

wanted them to do they SAID. wei, SeA-
era!. wha, are you going to give US to' ali
this?' We'll" be replied, Il don't know
what else YOU will get. but you will Set
hunger, and cold. and wound and death.
How d. you like IL" His men stood be-
fore him for "A littlc while IN silence ana
then they threw up their hands ami cried,
I'VE are the men. We are the men" The
Lord Jesus Christ calls you 10 his service.
Ito not promise You 9E easy time n this
world. IOu nav have prosecutions, ana
afterwards there comes an eternal weight
OF glory. and YOU can be2T the wounds,
ana the bruises, and the .nisrepresenta-
lions, if YOU have the reward atterwarc.
Have vOu not enough enthusiasm 70 cry
out. I'VE are the men. We are the men"
We laugh at the children of Shinar Tor
trying 70 bui!d a tower that could reach to
the heavens. bat think IL our eyesiSht
were only good enough we could see 3
Babel in many a dOoryard. Oh, the Strug-
Gle is fiercel It is store against store,
house against house. street against street,
nation against nation. The goal FOR which
men are running is chairs and chindellers
and mirrors and houses AMI lands ana
presidential equipments. IT they Sc what
they anticipate. what have they? Men are
no. safe from calunny wliietheyllve. and,
worse than that. the are not safe after
they are dead, tOr | have seen swine rOO-
MP Sr4veyards. One day u man goes up
into publicity, and the world does him
honor. and people climb into sycamore
trees TO watch him as he passes. and as be-
goes along on the shoulders Of the people
there is Il waving OF has and IL wild hnZZa.
TO-morrow the SANE man * caught De-
tween the jaws Of the printing press and
mangled and bruised, and the very same
persons who a%pplauded him before crv,
Down with the traitor, down with him.
Belshazzar sits Il: the feast, the mighty
men Of Babylon sitting all around him.
Wit sparkles like the wine and the wine
like the wit. Music rolls up amonc the
chandeliers; tho chandeliers hash down
on the d%ecanters. The breath OF hanSin &
gardens floats in on the night air. The voice
OF reveiry floats out. Amid wreaths and
tapestry and folded banners n finger
writes. The march ola host is heard on
the stairs. Laughter catches in the
throat. A Thousand hearts stop beating.
The blow is struck. TIE blood on the
floor is richer hued than the wine on the
cable. The Kingdom has departed. Bel
sha2Har was no worse rarIlans than hun
dreds Of people in Babylon, bGt his posi-
tien slew hiI. Oh. be content with Just
such a position as God has placed you in!
It may not be said OF US, II was a great
general" or He was an honOred chief-
tain" or HE was mighty in worldly at
ta!nment," but this may he said Of you and
me. He was i good citizen, a faithful
Christian, a friend to Jesus" And that in
the last day will be the highest Of all eu}o.
gums.
I learn further from this subject that
death comes to the summer house. Eylon
did not expect to die in that fine place,
Amid all the flower leaves that drifte ed like
summer snow into the window, in the
tinkle and dash OF fountains. in the sound
OF a thousand leaves futinS on one tree
branch, IN the cool breeze that came u[
to shake b feverish trouble out Of the
kings ~locks-there was nothing that spakt
OF death, but there he died! In the winter
when the snow is a shrond. and when thu
vino is Il dirge, it is easy to think OF GU
mortality. but when the weather i.
pleasant and all our surroundings arr
Agreeable, how dii1crlt it is for Us tC
appreciate the truth that we are moptal
And yet my text teaches that death doe.
sometimes come to the summer house. n,
is blind and cannot see the leaves. lie i:
deaf and cannot hear the fountains. Oh
II death would ask Us for victims W.
could point him to hundreds Of people VIII.
would rejoice to Eave him come. Pusl
back the door OF hat hovel. Look at tn.
little chiid-cold, and sick, and hungry
1t has never heard the name o. rod but il
biasphemv- Parents Intoxicated, stag
Sering around its straw bed. Oh, death
there is amark for thee. Up with It int,
the light, Before those little feet stumble
on LIES pathway give them rest.
Here il an aged man. He has lone hi
work. He has done Il ~clor:ously. Tn,
companions OF his youth ali gone, hi
children dead. he longs to be at rest. an,
YEARLY the days and the nights pass. n
says. Come, Lord, Jesus. come Guicklvl
Oh, death. there 81 a mark for thee. TAX
from him the staff and give him the sceD
teri Up with him into the light. wher
eyes never grow dim, and the hair Wilton
not %thrugh the long years OF eternity
Ali, Death will not do that. Death turn
back froo the straw bed and from the age,
man ready for the skies and comes TO ii
summer house. What doest tho here
thou bohy, CHASTITY monster, amid thi
waving grass and under this SUI