The Forrest City times., 1910-12-09

think of our Masters words: Father forgive them for they know not what they do.n Outside of the martyrs, the apostles and prophets, We have to- day lives and teachings of some of the brainiest men of thought, and phi loSophy and science, testifying to and for the divinity Of their cruciiied Sa- vior on the Cross of Calvary. l know il is common for some to anathema- tize the great Napoleon, the Man of Destiny. To the young and old call your special attention to what was preached by the great warrior on the lonely island of St Helena. The fol- lowing is part of the sermon that was preached by him to Bertrand, his secretary:
 Nowhere is to be found such se- ries of beautiful ideas, admirable moral maxims which pass before us like the batalions of a celestial army, and which produce in our soul the same emotion which one experiences in contemplating the infinite expanse of the skies resplendent in summers night with all the brilliance of the stars. Not only is our mind absorbed, it is controlled, and the soul can never go astray with this Book for it's guide Once master of our spirit the faithful gospel loves us. God even is our Friend, our Father and truly our God The mother has no greater care for the infant whom she nurses.
 What proof of the divinity Of Christ. With an empire so absolute he has but one single end, the spiritual melioration of individuals, the purity of conscience, the union to that which is true, the holiness of the soul.
 Christ speaks, and at once genera tions become his by stricter, closer ties than those of blood; by the most sacred, the most indissoluble of all unions. He lights up the flame of love which consumes self-loye, which prevails over every other love. The founders of other religions never con ceived of this mystical love, which is the essence of Christianity, and is beautifully called charity. In every attempt to effect this thing, namely, to make himself beloved, man deeply feels his own impotence, so that Christ's greatest miracle undoubtedly is the reign of charity.
 "1 have so inspired multitudes that they would have died for me. God forbid that l should form any con- pariSon between the enthusiasm of the soldier and Christian charity which are as unlike as their cause. But after all my presence was neces- sary; the lightning Of my eye, my voice. word from me: then the sacred ire was kindled in their hearts. 1 do indeed possess the secret of this magical power which lifts the soul, but l could never impart it to any . one. None of my generals ever learned it from me. Nor have l the means of perpetuating my name and love for me , in the hearts of men, and to effect , these things without physical means. l, Now that l am at St. Helena: now that l am alone, chained upon this rock, who fight and win empires for me? Who are the courtiers of my misfortune? Who thinks of me? Who , makes effort for me in Europe? Where are my friends? Yes, two or three, whom your fidelity immortalizes, you , share, you console my exile
 Yes our life once shOne with all the brilliance of the diadem and the , thrones and yours, Bertrand, reflected that splendor, as the dome of the In- valides, gilt by us, reflects the rays of , the sun. But disasters came: the gold gradually became dim. The rain of misfortune and outrage with which 1 am daily deluged had effaced all the brightness. We are mere lead, now, General Bertrand. and soon I shall be in my grave.
 such is the fate of great men, So IL was with Caesar and Alexander. And l, too, am forgotten. And the name of conqueror and all emperor is college theme. Our exploits are tasks given to pupils by tutors who sit in judgment upon us awarding us censure or praise. And mark what k soon to become Of me; assassinated by the English oligarchy, die before my time; and my dead body, too, must return 10 the earth to become food for worms Behold the destiny, near at hand, of him who has been called the great Napoleon What an abyss between my deep misery and the eternal reign of Christ, which is pro- claimed, loved, adored, and which is extending over all the earth. Is this to die? Is it not rather to live? The l death of Christ If is the dpath Of