The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1900-08-27

Rev. Andreas Bard, who has been oc-
cupying the pulpit of St. Clements Epis-
copal church during the absence OF the
pastor, Rev. George BuZzelle. preached
his farewell sermon yesterday morning in
the presence of a large congregation MI
Bard's home Is at Walla Walla, where he
IL connected with the ~. Psuls school.
While here he has made very favorable
impression on Seattle church-goers.
The subject OF Dir. Bard's sermon yes
tsrday was Wake, Live, Rest" He said
in part:
"The June number Of The Living Age
publishes a poem on The Three Voices
which suggests some thoughts for the
pulpit. Gods silver bell rings over the
cradle Of the slumbering child as II dreams
in the arms of Aurora. So Tar II knew
no care. Father guided every step, moth
er watched it, development No worry,
no cloud When the inquiring mind OF in
fancy would hear something of the God
who made heaven and earth, and rock
and river. II was told that He lived beyond
the blue sky and the golden stars. When
IN conflict OF duties conscience was
puzzled, the teachers advice. like Alex
ander's sword would cut the Gordian
knot. No problems TO solve, on perplex-
tiles to meet.
calm Of the sea which shows no ripple
but reflects Ike n spotless mirror the
roseate hues OF morn. No wonder poets
have looked back to infancy as 20 the
laid anchored safe, ere starting for the
Stormful sea! No wonder the care-worn
brow of overbusy manhood seeks the com.
forttng vision OF those early memories!
Midst the encircling clouds of doubt we
look for the morning star of Implicit faith
that shown over our infancy. In the strife
of duties we long for the unSOphieticated
decision Of childhood. But youth Is only
a stepping stone to the souls growth God
does not want rs to cling forever to moth
er's apron strings or TO rely upon the ideas
Of al
develop our own muscle build our own
foundation. Clear is the voice Of heaven
when # calls us from thoughtless dreams
and bids us Wake
But as we enter into the portals Of
manhood We find ourselves at the cross
ing OF many roads. We look at the differ
ent aisnposts and are perplexed. one
points 10 wealth. another TO fame, another
to pleasure. another to wisdom. Men have
tried them all. Some lived for money,
some for glory, some for science, some for
amusement. But while we might well
profit by the experience of the past and
find that neither the treasures of Croe-
sus. nor the laurels OF Alexander, neither
the revels of Antonius nor the Intelligence
or Solomon give lasting satisfaction to
the human soul. II is pretty certain that
we will try for ourselves and be guided
more by one year of our own experience
than by ten years of the experience OF
others. Choose then We must; choose
quickly. The question which with ire
mendous force arises before our mind it,
how 10 live wisest: and the answer, cor
rect or Incorrect. Unreasonable In its eff
feet. For what greater calamity can be-
fall man than failurs2 Life lies before
Us as golden promise, but often alas
II Hes behind us AS an irreparable mis-
take. The future is ours but the past Is
gone. Well may We tremble when the
commanding voice of heaven invites us to
face the facts of this complex world. and
without any guide but the darkling vision
within us bids us Live.
AT last the struggle is over. Whether
our career was stained with the blood OF
our fellowmen or TRANSPORTED with bless
inss from those who through were
made better and wiser whether We had
the Ten Commandments or the survival
OF the tittest AS our standard OF morality;
whether through greed and dishonesty we
conquered the world. driving our chariot
over the mntilated corpses Of those who
were wrecked and ruined by our selfish
ness. or carried SaViur's cross from
Bethlehem to calvary. helping. blessing
comforting. wherever we wentat last. at
last the day lis done, the sun declines and
God says. Rest
II do not wish 70 dogmatize on the sub
iect Of the hereafter, for human eye cam
not pierce the darkness OF hades But n
nature tells us that always and every
where man must reap what he sOws. that
the effects of good or evil are as contin-
uous az the vibrations OF every syllable
that fen from human lips, then | would
far rather lay a bleeding brow upon the
hard wood Of a cross. whence ! review
past OF noble deeds and self sacrificing
actions and cOmforted hearts and ennob-
uns love, than wear the guilty crown OF
Richard III or the imperial laurel OF Nero
while CHASTITY shadows move around my
dezthhed and beCkou me into q realm Of
impenetrablc darkness ] would rather
be crushed by the stories ~ ignorant enc
mics. seeing the vision OF stephen. than
hold ia my hand thirty pieces 90 silver for
which I sold dear friend a life Of vlr-
tue ends in beauty. Heaven opens as God
saws Rest
''On the doorway % the Milan cathedral
the sculptor carved wreath Of roses
with the inscription. AN things that
please last hut moment. and on the up-
scfiptiOn. An thinEs that pain last but "a
moment while between Roses and thorns
s. written in golden letters the word
Eternity How true the thought How