The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1903-04-10
A SERMON FOR SUNDAY
AN ELOQUENT DISCOURSE ENTITLED
THE END OF TIME"
The Rev. DR. David ,. Burreii Dlscoursoi
Instructiveiy on a Theme That IA Less
Eloquent Mouths Might Seem Thread
bare Econofuige Fragments of Time.

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bare-EconoiuiEe Fragments Of Time.
NEW YonI ClrY.-Thc Rev DR.. David
| James Burrell. pastor of the Marble Cole
gate Church, Fifth avenue and Twenty.
ninth street, preached on "thc End OF
Time" He took bis text from Revelations
3 and @: And the angel which / saw
stand upon the sea and upon the earth
| ltted up ms hand 10 heaven, and sWare
by Him that liveth forever and ever who
created heaven, and the things that therein
are, and the earth, and the things that
therein are, and the sea, and the things
! which are therein, that there should be
time no longer"
Our theme Is a trihe threadbare, but per-
/ haps none the less profitable on that ac-
| count it is an easy matter 20 make
| homlly on time, but not all homilies are as
much to the point as that Of the court jes
/ tel Jacques:
Good morrow, fool" quoth /.
/ mo, sir quoth he;
"Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me
! fortune
And then he drew a dial from his poke,
! And, looking on it with lack-luster eye,
/ Says very wisely, 1T is ten o'clock;
Thus may we see" quoth he, chow the
world wags;
/ IT'S but an hour ago since it was nine;
/ And after one hour more twill be eleven;
And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and
'ipe,
And then, from hour to hour, we rot and
rot;
And thereby hangs a tale"
Let this melancholy "tale" engage us for
a while. The issues of interminable aeons
may depend upon the attention we give to
| the circiing hands on the dial. He who
learns Alright the lessons of time is ready
to mest the responsibilities of eternity.
But what is time? "Time is money"
they say. So far so good, if we would real.
ize it. A man went into Benjamin Frank.
Inns book store and inquired the price OF
a volume. Zone dollar" was the clerks
answer "Call your employer" said the
would-be purchaser. When Franklin was
asked the price of the volume he answered,
cone dollar and quarter" why, your
clerk asked only a dollar" "To be sure,
but you called me from my printing press
and l am charging you for my time" The
man argued and demonstrated in vain.
Presently he said, Now, Mr.. Franklin,
really what Is your lowest figure for this
book" Cone dollar and half" 'Pre.
posterous! You only asked me a dollar
and quarter. Eyes, but my time is val
liable, and every minute sends the book
| up" This was sound philosophy and good
business. II our days and hours were all
marked with a price in plain figures we
should probably be less prohigate of them
We have no such scrupe about wasting
time as we would have in throwing gold
eagles into the sea.
But time is more than money. 1t is "thC
stuff that life is made Of" 1t stands fol
privilege, opportunity. responsibility, judg
ment, heaven or hell You may throw
n InlloH and opDkbor h,,A M
two moments overlap. The last one sale
farewell forever; the next is-already gone
Time is a talent, talent of gold stamped
with the image and superscription of thu
King. God made it, as He made the treei
and mountains, and He owns it. He hat
entrusted il to us, to be put at usurv fol
Him. ''Will a man rob God? Yet We have
robbed Me, saith the Lord Of hosts" Tit
misrepresentation or misuse of days anC
hours and moments is as really dishonest
as the tapping of an employers till. Thi
is q serious matter, and gives us sufficient
food for thought, if our question were
pushed no further. But we cannot stoI
here.
/ asked an aged man with hoary hairs,
Wrinkled and curved with many world!
cares,
thine is the warp of life" he said, 90 tell
The young; the fair, the brave to use i
we'll"
I asked the mighty angel and silver!
Those bright ohronometers of passing
years.
They answered, "Iime is but meteor
glare"
And bade me for eternity prepare.
I asked the mighty angel who shall starc
One foot on sea, the other on the land
mortal" he cried, "the mystery is DER;
Time was, time is, but time shall be M
more!"
A step further brings us to the inquiry
What is time for? or to what end has TIL
momentous trust been reposed in us? lie
it be understood that time is not for lis t.
live in. We arc not ephemera; we live for
ever. Time is given us for preparation
TIL is only the antechamber Of life wher
we stand waiting until the door opens AM
we pass in. Death is the angel that open
the door. The only reason why we fea
death is because we know that as tim
leaves us eternity finds us. Death end
probation. We cross the line with on
characters chrystaIized: He that is unjust
let him be unjust still; he that is holy, lie
him be holy still" These are our schoo
, days; death is Commencement" Her
we serve an apprenticeship; death is goin
to work.
The other day young newspaper e
porter said to me, on my refusing an inter
= view: Il wish you would help me along
I'm on probation. and whether / get a
: engagement or not depends upon my su,
cess in this sort Of thing" / wonder no,
some of the people who are now Wastin
, their probation can expect to be take
into service in the kingdom of God. Wha
= can they do? Let the great Employer as
them, What can you do?' How will
seem to answer, Il can sell dress goods;
!, can lead the german; l can make money c
spend it; / can drive a bargain; l can sa
a schooner or run an engine; l can n
= ceive' and 'entertain;' ] can make money:
These may be good as far as they go, blu