The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1904-04-13
"FOOTMEN And HORSES
An Interesting Sunday Sermon By Rev.
Howard Duffield.
Every Man Hears at Times In His Soul q Re'
sounding Cry Which Beekons Hin to
His Highest Destiny.

preached sunday on "Eootmen and
Horses He took his text from Jeremiah
kits. Dr. Dufield said
1t is healthful for us to test our hopes
to-day as experience shall test them for us
tomorrow. Squarcly, individually and i'm.
medlately let us face the challenge of Jer-
emy. the prophet: "If thou FUNNIEST with
the footmen, and they have wearied thee,
then how canst thou contend with horses?"
Let rs first study the pursuit OF happi-
ness. The pursuit OF happiness is intense
and universal and rghtful. The pursuit
of happiness has enlisted the unwearied
energy OF the most OF men throughout all
time. Pleasure surely cannot be very
hard problem TO solve. Certainly it can be
no difficult thing TO win happiness. Brave
and bonnv is this pleasure house OF an
earth IN which we live. Dazzling bright is
this Vanity Fair OF d world in which the
Dot OF mortals is cast. Its booths are most
allurng. Its wares are most seductive;
skilliul are its traders, and eager faced is
throngs OF buyers. Behold the simmer.
eng flash OF its gems and the rich rustic OF
Its soft silks! Hearken to the sweet notes
OF its music and the golden chink OF its
com! Lend your ear to the rhythmic beat
OF its dance and the gladsome rapture OF
its revel. Mark the gleam OF its flashing
eyes! Heed the spell OF its silvery laugh.
ter! The idea that this world j. not a
minister OF happiness Is hermit logic; is
the grabbed fruit OF clustered secusion: is
the harsh inference OF Puritanic prejudice
The siren voices OF the world are ever
summoniDg men to a wealth of pleasures
pleasures OF the palate, pleasures of the
passions. pleasures OF the intellect. The
blarlng trumpets OF the world are ever
heralding the triumph of its votaries as
crowned with laurels and claspng the
brimming cup OF its satisfaction. one and
another ascends the throne OF its dominion.
Very vel, point me out the happy ones.
Those smlle-wreathed lips reprcss rising
sigh. Those laughter.lghted eyes but mask
wearied heart. The glitter Is tlnsel. The
trapplngs are fustidn The ornament is
stucco. The mirth ia hollow hearted. Do
You not know that those men who have
filled all of fortunes Golfers are the most
brain wearied and heart burdened OF the
children OF the earth in their effort to fill
one more; Have Won never learned that
the man who has climbed the throne is
smitten with heart sickness because there
IS some Naboths vineyard unpossessed?
Has 1t never been told you that a man may
wear the leweled tokens OF a kings favor
and yet writhe under the pang OF disap-
pointment because some beggar Mordecai
stands IN the palace gatey Ii not. let me
put IN evidence the testimony OF competent
witnesses. Listen to that pampered pet OF
fortune, bedccl,ed with the insignia of
English nobility, and standing upon the
pinnacle OF earth.gyen happiness. In, the
sWlitest SWING or Pleasures $ whirlpool, in
the very heyday OF life, upon his thirty
sixth birthday. Lord Byron wrote:
My days are in the Yellow leaf.
The flowers and fruits of love are gone,
The worm, the canker and the grief
Are mine alone"
Recall the words of Chesterfield. who
reduced the pursuit of happiness to a fine
art, and had taken every degree in the
treemasonry OF human pleasure: Il have
been behind the scenes, | have seen all the
aaalI IAN~a N..a 1..N.,
move the gaudy machinery, and | have
smelled the tallow candles which illumin
ate the hollow decorations to the astonsh-
Inent oil an ignorant audience" Listen to
the peevlsh wall OF Heine, that richly
gifted poet. critic and master thinker who
wrote IN his diary: What lists it 20 me
that at banquets my health is drunk out of
golden aoblets and in the best OF wine, ii
j. myself, separated from all the JOY of the
world, can only mosten my lips with the
physicians potion; What lists it to me
that enthusiastic youths and damsels
crown my marble bust with laurels when
on my real head a blister is being clapped
by my old sick nurse! What lists it to Inc
that the roses OF Shiraz glow and smell!
never 20 sweetly? Alas, Shiraz is 600 miles
from hue Amsterdam, where | get moth
lns to smell in the melancholy solitude OF
my SICK room but the aroma OF warm poul-
tees Behold the trophies OF the world
are wetted with rain OF tears The re.
.verberating plaudts which greet the
worlds successes only serve to waken the
waillng. echo, Vanity OF vanity, 1t all is
vanity"
The works OF earth are frlil. It's Jewels
lose their fire. The iuster OF It's gold will
tarnlsh. Its garlands will wither and their
bloom and fragrance viii vanish away.
What shall that man do who cannot tasJe
delight ia the midst OF his pleasures, when
the nghts OF the revcl begin 70 grow dim,
ana sorrow a. with hlrpys hand, sweeps
bare the banquet board, and amid the
gathering shadows the fingers of destiny
begin to write doom sentences upon the
wall; What is that man to do who cannot
pack single hour with unalioycd pleasure,
when he crosses the threshold of a long
long eternity! Do not blink the question.
Meet ITS thrust fairly. IF you cannot run
with iootmen how will you contend with
bo.scs:'
Apply another test There is a deeper
longing in many minds than the thirst for
pleasure. 1t Is the craving for truth.
There j. genuine grandeur IN the achieve.
ments OF the intellect. The coronet OF cul.
tdgre is brighter far than a kings diadem.
Inc ro6es OF mental royalty are more i'm.
peridl than the mantle of Caesar.
IT would seem a. though the mind mon.
arcn' oi the present age had realized that
dream OF the Hebrew boy in the olden
sime, when sun and moon and stars bowed
doWn to do obesiance. 1t would seem as
ent day wore the signet ring Of solomon.
IN obedience to which all elemental powers
yield ready response. They say to the
GEM Of the electric fluid, go" and they
render a ready service. They beckon TO
the coal and TO the iron, to the silver and
70 the gold, and from the secret cayerns OF
the earth they hasten to do their bidding. !
IheS. cay 20 the voriest vapors, do this.h |
and they do il.
But, after all, what IS the sum total OF
human knowledge? Behold we know moi I
aRthingF We have mapped few souare /
xlies OF space. and immensities lie around /
we nave numbered few odd centuries nj |
Tine ana eternitios lie beyond We have |
garnered a stray sta..; or two from the |
mighty harvest fields OF fact. and iiiimit. /
able shcayes are nodding in the breeze nm.
6ickled. Within the horizon OF ohser,1ad |
fact we only know how things appear to |
be, not what things are. We know moi
where the light dwelleth but only how
certain light rays affect Us. We cannot |
1ell what atmosphere is, we have only dis
covered some OF the Offices which atmos.
Phere renders us. Our yaunted knowledge
largely consists OF shrewd guesses concern.
1ng surface appearances The last result
OF culture "a the coronation of nescience
Us proudest achievement is fixing the lin
1ts OF thought. The most sinewy brain
cannot scale those adamantine barriers
tnat convert reasons highway into a mo
thoroughfare" There are nuts of fact
which the stoutest bows OF the hammer