The Aiken recorder. [volume] (Aiken, S.C.) 1881-1910, August 28, 1891, Image 10
^to go to this wort
jig to And any permanent happiness. It
is deceived ana deluded every man who
has every put his trust in it.
History tells us of one who resolved that
he would have all his senses gratified at one
and the same time, and he expended thou-
aandsof dollars on each sense. He entered a
room, and there were the first musicians of
the land pleasing his ear, and there were fine
pictures fascinating his eye, and there were
costly aromatics regaling his nostrils, and
there were the richest meats and wines and
fruits and confections pleasing the appetite,
and there was a soft couch of sinful indul
gence on which be reclined, and the man de
clared afterward that he would give ten
times what he had given if he could have one
week of such enjoyment, even though he lost
his soul by it! Ah! that was the rub! He
did lose his soul by it! Cyrus the conqueror
thought for a little while tbat he was mak
ing a fine thing out of this world, and yet
before her came to his grave he wrote out
this pitiful epitaph for his monument: “I
am Cyrus. I occupied the Persian empire.
I was king over Asia. Begrudge me not
this monument.” But the world in after
years plowed up hi» sepulcher.
The world clapped its hands and stamped
its feet in honor of Charles L»amb; bat what
does he say? “I walk up and down, think
ing I am happy, but feeling I am not.” Call
the roll, ana be quick about it. Samuel
Johnson, the learned 1 Haopr? “No. lam
afraid I shall someday get crazv.”. Will
iam Hazlitt, the great essayist! Happy!
**No. I have been for two hours and a half
going up and down Paternoster row with a
volcano in my breast.” fSmollet, ths witty
author 1 Happy? “No. I am sick of praise
[and blame, and I wish to God that I had
Ich circumstances around me that I could
ow my pen into oblivion.” Buchauan,
i world renowned writer, exiled from his
i country, appealing to Henry VIII for
etectiou! Happy? “No. Over moua-
ns covered with snow, an i through val-
jrs flooded with rain, I come a fugitive.”
bliere, the popular diramatic author! Hap-
_jt “No. That wretch of an actor just
how recited four of my lines without the
proper accent and gesture. To have the
children of my brain so hung, drawn and
quartered tortures me like a condemned
spirit.”
I went to see a worldling die. As I went
[into the hall I saw its floor was tessellated,
t its wall was a picture gallery. I found
death chamber adorned with tapestry
util it seemel as if the clouds of the setting
had settled in the room. ’The man had
iven forty years to the world—his wit, his
fime, his genius, his talent, his soul. Did the
rid come in to stand by his deathbed and
iringoff the vials of.bitter medicine, put
m any compensation? Oh. no! The world
s not like sick and dying people, and
|ves them in the lurch' It ruined this
. and then left him. He had a magnifi-
| funeral. All the ministers wore scarfs,
there were forty-three carriages in a
but the departed man appreciated not
obsequies.
itto persuaae my audience that this
.isa poor investment; that it does not
pinety per cent, of satisfaction, nor
L per cent, nor twenty per cent, nor
cent, nor one; that it gives no solace
’ "lead babe lies on your lap; that it
|ncace when conscience rings its
t no exolanation in the
land at the time of your
| of the pillow case and
and then jolts down
[ sighs and groans and
makes you put your
led this world, is it a
Would you advise
Fe the investment? No.
/salves for nauzht.” Your
fYour hope went. Your
/went YS^ - heaven went Your God
Wnen a sheriff under a writ from
ourts sells a man out the officer gener-
.eaves a few chairs and a bed, and a few
land knives; but in this awful vendue in
|h you have been engaged the auction-
| mallet has come down noon body, mind
| soul—going I gone! “Ye have sold
selves for naught”
kw could you do so? Did you think that
I soul wasa mere trinket which for a few
pas you could buy in a toy shop? Did
| think that your soul, if once lost,
; be found again if you went out with
|es and lanterns? Did you think that
soul was short lived, and that panting,
rould soon lie down for extinction? Or
jrou no idea what your soul was worth?
?ou ever pat your forefingers oa its
us OeicTde/confess your guilt to-day.
Ten thousand voices of heaven bring in the
verdict against you of guilty, guilty! Pre
pare to die or believe in that blood. Stretch
yourself out for the sacrifice or accept the
Saviour’s sacrifice. Do not fling away your
one chance.
It seems to me as if all heaven ware try
ing to bid in your soul. The first bid it makes
is the tears of Christ at the tomb of Laza
rus, but that is not a high enough price.
The next bid heaven makes is the sweat of
Gethsemane. but it is too cheap a pries. The
next bid heaven makes seems to ba the
whipped back of Pilate’s hall, but it is not a
high enough price. Can it be possible that
heaven cannot buy you in? Heaven tries
once more. It says: “I bid this time for
that man’s soul the tortures of Christ’s mar
tyrdom, the blood on His tempi?, the blood
on His cheek, the blood on His chin, the
blood on His hand, the blood on His side, the
blood on His knee,the blood on His foot—the
blood in drops, the blood in rills, the blood in
pools coagulated beneath the cross; the blood
that wet the tips of the soldiers’ spears, the
blood that plashed warm in the face of His
enemies.”
Glory to God, that bid wins it! The high
est price that was ever paid for anything
was paid for your souL Nothing could buy
it but blood I The estranged property is
brought back. Take it. “You have soli
yourself for naught; and ye shall be re
deemed without money.” O atoning blood,
cleansing blood, life giving blood, sanctify
ing blood, elorifyinz blood of Jesus! Whv
uot burst into tears at the thought that for
thee He shed it—for thee the hard hear tod,
for thee the lost?
“No,” says some one; “I will have noth
ing to do with it except that, like the ene
mies of Christ, I put both my hands into
that carnage and scoop up bott» palms full,
and throw it on my head and cry, “His
blood be on us and on our children!’ ” Can
you do such a shocking thing as that? Just
rub your handkerchief across your brow
and look at it. It is the blond of the Son of
God whom you have despised and driven
back all these years. Oh, do not do that any
longer 1 Come out boldly and frankly ana
honestly, and tell Christ you are sorry. You
cannot afford to so roughly treat Him upon
whom everything depends.
* ao not know how you will get away from
this subject. You see that you are sold out,
and that Christ wants to buy you back.
There are three persons who come after you
to-day—God the Father, God the Son and
God the Holy Ghost. They unite their three
omnipotences in one movement for your sal
vation. You will not take up arms against
the triune God, will you? Is there enough
muscle in your arm tor such a combat? By
the highest throne in heaven, and by the
deepest chasm in hell, I beg you look out.
Unless you allow Christ to carry away your
sins, they will carry you away. Unless you
allow Christ to lift you up, they will (frag
you down. There is only one hope for you,
and that is the blood. Christ, the sin offer
ing, bearing your transgressions. Christ
the divine Cyrus, loosening your Babylonish
captivity.
Would you not like to be free? Here is
the price of your liberation—not money, but
blood. I tremble from heal to foot, not be
cause I fear your presence, but because I
fear that you will miss your chance for im
mortal rescue. This is the alternative
divinely put, “H? that believeth on the Son
shall have everlasting life; and he that be
lieveth not on the Son shall not se? life, but
the wrath of God abideth on him.” In the
last dav, if you now reject Christ, every
drop of that sacrificial blood, instead of
pleading for your release as it would have
pleaded if you had repented, will plead
against you.
O Lord God of the judgment day! avert
tbat calamity! Let us see the quick flash of
the scimeter that slays the sin hut saves the
sinner. Strike, omnipotent God, for the
soul’s deliverance! Beat, O eternal sea!
with all thy waves against the barren beach
of that rocky soul and make it tremble. Oh,
the oppressiveness of the hour, the minute,
the second on which the soul’s destiny
quivers, and this is that hour, that minute,
that second!
Some years ago there came down a fierce
storm on the seacoast, and a vessel got In
the breakers and was going to pieces. They
threw up some signal of distress and the peo
ple on shore saw them. They put out in a
lifeboat. They come on, and they saw the
poor sailors, almost exhausted, clinging to a
raft; and so afraid were the boatmen that
the men would give up before they got to
them they gave them three rounds of cheers,
and cried: “Hold on, there! hold on! We'll
save you!” After awhile the boat came up.
One man was saved by having the boathook
increased a thousandfold.” Of course this
measure of increased punishment is meta
phorical. Ten days is the usual allowance
for what is known in New York police courts
as “a drunk and disorderly.” A ten-thou
sand-day sentence would confine a man for a
generation, and be in excess of the require
ments. It is high time, however, that in our
courts of law and in practical dealing with
drunkenness the offense should be deemed a
serious one and its humorous element, if it
has any such, be ignored. A man who gets
drunk puts himself iu the way of committing
every known sin, and the legal punishment
seldom conforms with the weight of the
transgression.—New York Observer.
KEPT HIS PROMISE.
The celebrated French General Cam-
bronne, when he was a common soldier, was
terribly given to the sin of drunkenness.
One day, when he was drunk, he struck an
officer, and was condemned to death. His
Colonel, however, who loved him for his
bravery, obtained bis pardon on condition
that he would promise never to drink wine
or spirits again. Twenty-five years after
wards the Corporal had become a General,
and had immortalized himself by his heroic
retreat from Waterloo. Having retired in
to family life, he lived quietly in Paris, be
loved and esteemed by ail. His old Colonel
one day invited him to dinner to meet some
of his former comrades. The place of honor
was reserved for Cambronne at the host’s
right hand. A highly priced wine was
brought in which was served only on grand
occasions.
“General,'’ sai 1 the old Colonel, “you must
tell us all the news;” and h? was just about
to fill Cambronne’s glass. The General j
Stopped bis hand; the Colonel insisted.
“But, General, 1 assure you it is excel
lent.”
“That has nothing to do with it,” said
Cambronne, eagerly. “It has to do with my
honor and my promise. Colonel—my prom
ise as a Corporal; have you forgotten it?
Since that day not a drop of wine has touched
my lips. My word and my conscience are
worth more than vour wine.”
TEMPERANCE NEWS AND NOTES.
The annual drink bill of the world exceeds
£1,000,00),000.
The Emperor of China has ordered all the
distilleries in the flooded districts to be closed
for a year, in order to save the grain.
Several liquor saloons in Tacoma, Wash.,
had not beeu closed once for from six to tea
years until the recent enforcement of a new
Sunday law.
In Scotland there are altogether (omitting
the Orkney and Shetland Isles) 11,793
licensed premises, or one to every 340 of the
estimated population.
The British Woman’s Temperance Associa
tion will put up a memorial tablet in Willard
Hall, in the Woman’s Temperance Temple,
in memory of Mrs. Margaret Bright Lucas,
their former President.
The unions of New South Wales, Victoria,
Queensland, South Australia, New Zealand
and Tasmania have united and organized a
national W. C. T. U., with Miss Jessie
Ackerman as President.
Theannual report of the British Woman’s
Temperance Association, recently issued,
states that the past year has been the most
progressive one in its history. There are in
all 425 societies, extending throughout
twenty counties, the Isle of Man and the Isle
of Jersey.
All Victorians in Australia point with
pride to Miidura, the beauty spot where the
development of the irrigation scheme of the
Chaffey brothers from San Francisco is
making the wilderness blossom as the rose.
No saloons have ever been licensed. After
prosperity came a club license was sought
and granted, but wrought such disaster tuat
it was soon revoked. The district policeman
testifies that he has never bad to arrest a
drunken man. ,
The American Medical Association, organ
ized in May at the instance of Dr. N. S.
Davis, brings into the arena of popular
temperance a sword of keenest edge. It re
quires no pledge as to the prescription of
alcohol, but is open to every one interested
in the topic. Nor is any written pledge of
personal abstinence demanded, but it is a
point of honor in the society that if any
member ceases to be a total abstainer he
sba.l withdraw
this verse we
the time of 1
which was da
from the
cried, “With;
the wells of
38. “He thl
Scripture hatT
flow rivers of I
at the well Hq
give him sb
springing up I
but this is evi
forth from the inmost being'i
It is like the waters of Ezek. xl\
issued from the house of God.
39. “But this spake He oE
which they that believeth on
ceive.” From beginning to ec
and from the Garden of Ede
heavens and earth, the spirit
worker, or, as some one has
ecutive of the Godhead.”
“For the Holy Ghost
cause that Jesus was not yet j
Holy Spirit, while in all ag
worker, had up to this time
as He was at rentecost, and
mentioned in this verse.
40. “Many of the people tt
they heard this saying, said. Oj
is the iirophet.” They seeme
this prophet thus foretold to
person from the Messiah, butJ
considered D?ut. xviii., 19.in t"
probability of His being that
would have seen good cause
bling on their part.
41. “Others said. This is tt
some said, Shall Christ comet
They now think it possible tb
the King of Israel.the Son of 1 _
told in II Sam. vii., 12, 13; Isa."
the Christ or Messiah was under
the King of the Jews, and so 1c
evident from Math. iL, 2, 4; Mtj
etc. But they could not th^
should come from Galilee, or,
put it, “Can there any good tb
of Nazareth” (chapter i., 46)?
ly did not thing of Isa. ix., 1, !|
light that was to shine in Galile
tions.
42. “Hath not the Script
Christ cometh of the seed of Dc vid
of the town of Bethlehem where D.'j
Yes, truly, this was all plainly
Ps. cxxxii., 11; Mic. v., 2, and other
but uot any more plainly than
fbents concerning Galilee and Egj
passages referred to in the previc
Their difficulty was just the diffic
many to-day; they take such Seri
seem to suit that which they wish ‘
but they will not take any intere
which seems to conflict with their
43. “So there was a division ar|
people because of Him.” It seems i
first sight that He, the Prince
should cause division among peopb
that is one of the very things He
44. “And some of them would taal
Him, but no man laid hands oif
When these sent to take Him wa
why they did not bring Him, their
was, “Never man spake like th|
(verse 46). Nicodenms also at
stood up for Him, saying, “Doth
judge any man before it hear him t
what he doeth” (verse 51)? But he
officers were only despised because
respect for Him.—Lesson Helper.
The fact that a Michigan
now at the head of the weather
augurs ill for the future of the
ware peach crop.
I Lost
WM AU Ftm dOWB SOd
-Jasa extreme oooAltkmof feoec
, I was told that Hood’s Sarsaparilla
what X naeded. As a drewnln*
Straw X Oaotdad to try tUa madi
y at aarprtaa, from toa flrat day 11
By the time I had finished aqr second bottle
ssgatned my health and strength, and ts*
loan aay I have bean perfectly wait
seoommended Hood’s garsaparllla to my
Whmfi I know have been benefited by
deed peculiar to ttaett, fa tiu*
Hood’s Sarsaparll
etpa, bet ttoerea. K. O. TtnooA J
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