St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1901-02-09

rightly applied and rightly developed
il would make this whole earth .
Paradise. In book Of great genius
and which rushed from edition to edi-
ton he said: "Fellow men, promise
to show the means of creating = Para
disc within ten years, where every
thing desirable for human life may
be had by every man in superabund-
ance without labor and without pay
where the whole face of nature shall
be changed into the most beautiful
farms. and man may live in the most
magnificent palaces, in all imaginable
sefinements of luxury, and in the
most delightful gardens-where he
may accomplish without labor in one
year more than hitherto could be
done in thousands of years, and may
level . continent, sink valleys, create
lakes, drain ponds and swsmps and
intersect the land everywhere with
beautiful canals and roads for trans
porting heavy loads of many thou
sand tons and for travelling a thou
4 sand miles IN "a hours.
| "From the houses to be built will
be afforded the most cultured views
to be fancied. From the galleries,
from the roof and from the turrets
may be seen gardens as far as the eye
can see, full of fruits and fiowerS, ar
ranged in the most beautiful order,
with walks, colonnades, aqueducts,
canals, ponds, plains, amphitheaters,
terraces, fountains, sculptured works.
pavilions, gondolas, places of popular
amusement to tire the eye and fancy.
All this to be done by urging the
water, the wind and the sunshine to
their full development"
He goes on and gives plates OF the
machinery by which this work Is to
be done, and he says he only needs
at the start company in which the
shares shall be $50 each, and hum
dred or two hundred thousand shall
be raised just to make a specimen
formed, the world will see its practi-
cability, and very soon 100000 or
100000 can be obtained, and in ten
years the whole earth will be empara
dised. The plan is not SO prepcster-
GUS as some have heard of, but will
take no stock in that company. I do
not believe it will ever be done in that
way by any mechanical force O.: by
any machinery that the human mind
can put into play. It is to be done by
the Gospel of the Son of God-the Om-
nipotent machinery of love and grace
and pardon and salvation. ArchiTn-
edes destroyed a fleet of ships COM
ing up the harbor. You know how he
did it? He lifted great sunglass,
history tells us, and when the fleet
of ships came up the harbor of SYRIA
cuse he brought to bear his sunglass,
and he converged the suns rays upon
those ships. Now, the sails are wings
of fire, the masts fall, the vessels sink.
Oh. my friends. by the the sunglass Of
the Gospel converging the rays Of the
Sun Of Righteousness upon the sins,
the wickedness of the world, we will
make them blaze and expire!
In that day of which speak, do
you believe that there will be any
midnight earousal? Will there be
any kicking off from marble steps Of
shivering mendicants? viii there be
any unwashed, unfed, uncombed chill
dren? Will there be an blasphemies
in the street? Will there be any inc
bristes staggering past? No. No
wine stores. no lager beer saloons, no
breweries where they make the three
KS, no bloodshot eye, no bloated
cheek, no instruments of ruin and de-
structioD, no fist pounded forehead.
The grandchildren of that woman who
goes down the street with curse,
stoned by the boys that follow her,
will be the reformers and the philan-
thropists and the Christian men and
the honest merchants of our great
cities.
Gods love will yet bring back this
ruined world to holiness and happi-
ness. An Infinite Father bends over
it in sympathy. And to the orphan
He will be Father, and to the widow
He will be husband, and to the out
cast He will be home, and to the
poorest wretch that to-day crawls out
of the ditch Of his denominations, cry
ing for mercy, He will be an all-par-
doning Redeemer. The rocks will
turn gray with age, the forests will
be unmoored in the hurricane, the sun
will shut its fiery eyelid, the stars will
drop like blasted figs, the sea will
.heave its last groan and lash itself
in expiring agony, the continents will
drop like anchors in the deep, the
world will wrap itself in sheet of
fame and leap on the funeral pyre Of
the judgment day, but Gods love will
never die. It shall kindle its suns
after all other lights have gone out.
It will be biliowing sea after all
other oceans have wept themselves
away. It will warm itself by the
blaze Of a consuming world. It will
sing while the archangel's trumpet
peals, and the air is filled with the
crash of breaking sepulchers, and the
rush of the wings of the rising dead.
Oh, commend that love to all the
cities, and the morning without clouds
will come!
/ know that sometimes it seems a
hopeless task. You toll on in differ
emit spheres, sometimes with great dis
couragement. People have no faith.
and say: sit does not amount to any,
thing. You might as well quit that"
Why, when Moses stretched his hand
over the Red sea, it did not seem to
mean anything especially. People
came out, I suppose, and said:
"Aha!" Some of them found out what
he wanted to do. He wanted the sea
parted. It did not amount to any
thing, this stretching out of his hand
over the sea. But after awhile the
wind blew all night from the east,
and the waters were gathered into q
glittering palisade on either side, and
the pillows reared as God pulled back
on their crystal bits. Wheel into line,
o Israel! March, march! Pearls
crushed under feet. Flying spray
gathers into rainbow arch of victory
for the conquerors to march under.
Shout of hosts in the beach answering
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