Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1904-04-14
"FOOTMEf and HORSES"
An Interesting Sunday Sermon By Rev.
Howard Duffield.
Eyery Man Hears at Times In Ills Soul Ne
sounding Cry Which Beckons Him to
Ills Highest Destiny.

New YoRX CITY. - DR.. Howard Duf-
field, pastor Of The Cd First Presbyterian
Church, Fifth avenue and Twelfth street;
preached Sunday on "footmen ;l am
Kills. DR.. DuAield said:
1t is healthful for us to test our hopes
to-day as experience shall test them for us
tomorrow. Squarely, individually and inn
mediately let lis face the challenge OF Jer-
emy, the prophet: "lf thou runnest with
the footmen, and they have wearied thee,
then how canst thou contend with horses:
Let us first study the pursuit of happl-
ness. The pursuit of happiness is intense
and universal and rightful. The pursuit
of happiness has enlisted the unwearlcd
energy of the most of men throughout all
time. Pleasure surely cannot be a very
hard problem to solve. Certainly 1t can be
and bonny is this pleasure house OF an
earth in which we live. Dazzling bright is
this Vanity Fair of world in which the
lot of mortals is cast. Its booths are most
aluring. Its wares are most seductive:
skilful are its traders, and eager faced Its
throngs of buyers. Behold the simmer.
ing fash of its gems and the rich rustic OF
its soft silks! Hearken to the sweet notes
of its music and the golden chlnk OF Its
coin! Lend your ear to the rhythmic beat
of its dance and the gladstone rapture. Of
its revel. Mark the gieam of its flashing
eyes! Heed the spell of its silvery laugh
ter! The idea that this world is not a
minister of happiness is hermit logic; Is
the grabbed fruit of ciostercd secluslon; Is
the harsh inference of Puritanic prejudice.
The siren voices of the world are ever
summoning men to wealth of pleasures
pleasures OF the palate. pleasures OF the
passions, pleasures of the intellect. The
blaring trumpets of the world are ever
hcraldng the triumph OF its votarics as
crowned with laurels and clasping the
brimming cup of its satisfaction. one and
another ascends the throne OF its dominion.
Very WELL point me out the happy ones.
Those smle-wreathed lips reprcss rising
sigh. Those laughtcr-hghted eyes but mask
a wcaried heart. The glitter Is tinscI. Inc
trappings are fustian. The ornament Is
stucco. The mirth is hollow hearted. DO
you not know that those men who have
filed all OF fortunes Golfers are the most
brain wearied and heart burdcned OF the
children of the earth, in their effort to I'LL
one more? Have you never learned that
the man who has climbed the throne Is
smitten with heart sickness because there
is some Naboth's vineyard unposscSsed?
Has it never been told you that man may
wear the Jeweled tokens of kings favor
and vet writhe under the pang OF diSap-
pointment because some beggar Mordeca'
stands in the palace gate? Ii not. let me
Put in evidence the testimony OF competent
witnesses. Listen to that pdmpered pet OF
fortune, bedeCkcd with the insignia OF
English nobility, and standing upon the
pinnacle OF earih,glven happiness. In tine
swiftest swing of pleasures Whirlpool, IN
the very heyday Of HE upon his thirty
sixth birthday. Lord Byron wrote:
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ny ny adAs are III 'ne eilGT nf ,u",' nro o
;rne ne mowers Hnu irI"s "i t',r w. are gone
A'e '"l'e "'o''c'
Recall the words OF Chesterfield. who
reduced the pursui. OF happiness to IA tine
art, and had taken every degree in tine
freemasonry of human pleasure: Il have
been behind the scenes, have seen all the
coarse pulleys and the dirty ropes which
move the gaudy machinery, and | have
smelled the talIow candles which ilumin-
ate the hollow decorations to the astonish-
mcnt of an ignorant audience" Listen to
the pecy,,h wall of ueuc. that richly
g,fted poet, critic and master tinker who
wrote IN his diary: what lists it 20 me
golden yoblets and in the best of wine. if
I myself separa,cd from all the low of The
world can onIy moj.tcn nv lin, With the
phy.ic,an's notion? What lists it to me
That enthusiastic youth, and dlmse,.
crown NV marble bust with lalrcIs, when
on NV real head A bIister is bcmg claimed
bv nv old sick nurse What lists it to me
that The roses of Sbiraz Glow and smell
never so sweetlvy Alas SbIroz il 800 miles
from Rue TAmsterdnm' where / geE noth,
ing 70 smell in the melancholy solitude Of
t,cos S RoSn,J thn tronh;os of tho wnri p i
.re VOTED with a rain rnf;> Of fears, Thr re. q.
verherat;ng niaudits which erect the
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