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^ IJL'TSS 0 PARADISE. TISJK LEDGEH: GAFFNEY, S. C., .TINE 'JO. I8*JS. i HEAVENLY RE" THE SUBJECT DR. TALIGE’S SERMON. OF Withont tTcnn, >r« Can Ho No Itest on Karth—Wealtlamt Power Hring No Halm to the Tabled Spirit Kverlast- ing Peace Por T>«e Who Win the Crown. |C'opyright, 1S9S, • Arm-rican Press Asso- atlon.J WAsmxdTON.Jaue 20.—This dis course of Dr. Tumge draws a contrast bet wet u the fat.ies of this world and the blissful recieratioa of the heav enly pi.rudise; ext, Micah ii, 1U, “Arise yo and ‘part, for this is not your rest. ’ ’ This was the cim b >at of a prophet who wanted to rouse his people from their oppressed ml sinful condition, but it may just t properly be uttered now as then. Els by long exposure and much riugii lose their clearness of tone, but this msing bell of the gos pel strikes in as ear a tone as when it first rang on their. As far as I easee, your great want and mine is restFrom the time we en ter life a great nny vexations and an noyances take tor us. We have our holidays and ou seasons of recreation and quiet, but vsere is the man in this World who has :und eutiro rest? The fact is that God id not make this world to rest in. A sip might as well go down off Cape atteraa to find smooth water as a mar in this world to find quiet. From ti way that God has strewn the thorn and hung the clouds and sharpeued th tusks, from the colds that distress us and the heats that smite us, aud thodeurisies that stub us, and the fevers tht consume us, I know that ho did not uake this world as a place to loiter in. God does everything successfully and his world would be a very different wo.d if it were intended for us to lounge it It does right well for a few years. lueed it is magnificent! Nothing but infin e wisdom and good ness conld have mtod this beverage of water or hung up lose brackets of stars or trained these vices of rill and bird aud ocean—so thu God has but to lift his hand, and tin whole world breaks forth into orehestx. Hut after all it is only the spleudonof a king’s highway, over which wo ur to march ou to eter nal conquests. Car,** f Wealth. You aud I bav seen men who tried to rest here. Thy builded themselves great stores. Tey gathered around them the patrouap of merchant princes. The voice of thcr bid shook the money markets. They hd stock in the most successful ruilroals, aud in safe deposit vaults great rollsof government securi ties. They had emblazoned carriages, high mettled sleds, footmen, plate that confounded lord and senators who sat afr their table, tipcstry on which floated file richest desgus «f foreign looms, splendor of cuu r as on tho wall, exqui siteness of musb rising among pedestals of bronze, anddropping, soft as light, on snow of scilpturo. Hero lot them rest. Put back tho embroidered curtain and shake up tie pillow of down. Turn out the lights. It is 11 o’clock at nigbt. Let slumber drip upon tho eyelids and the air float tlrough tho half opened lattice, drows’ with midsummer per fume. Stand lack, all care, anxiety and trouble! Hut no, they will not staud back. They rattlo tho lattice. They look under tho canopy. With rough touch they stirtlo hii pulses. They cry out at 12 o’dock at night: "Awake, man. How um you sleep when things are so uueeituin? What about those stocks? Hark to the tap of that Are bell. It is your district. How if you should die soou? Awake, man! Think of it! Who will get your property when yon are gone? What will they do with it? Wake up! Riches sometimes take wings. How if you should get poor? Wake op!” Rising ou one elbow, tho man of for tune looks out into the darkness of the room and wipes the dampness from his forehead and says: “Alas! For all this scene of wealth aud magnificence—no rest. ” I passed down a street of a city with a merchant. He knew all tho finest houses on the street. Ho said: “There is something the matter in all these houses. In that one it is conjugal in felicity. In that one, a dissipated son. In that, a dissolute father, la that, an idiot child. In that, tho prospect of bankruptcy.” This world’s wealth can give no permanent satisfaction. This is not your rost. You and 1 have seen men try in an other direction. A man says, “If I could only rise to such and such a place of re nown ; if I could gain that office; if I conld only get the stand and have my sentiments mot with one good round of hand clapping applause; if I could only write a book that would live or make a ■pooch that would thrill or do au action that would resound!” Tho tide turns in his favor. His name is on 10,000 lips. He is bowed to and sought after aud ad vanced. Men drink his health at great dinners. At his fiery words the multi tudes huzza! From galleries of beauty they throw garlands. From honso tops, as ho passes in long procession, they shake ont the national standards. Hero let him rest. It is 11 o’clock at night On pillows stuffed with a nation’s praise let him lie down. Hush, all disturbant voices! In his dream let there be hoisted u throne und across it march a corona tion. Hush, hush! _ The World’s Kinptjr Honors. "Wake up!” says a rough voice. “Po litical sentiment is changing. Host if you should lose this place of honor! Wake up! The morning papers are to be lull of denunciation. Hearken to the ex ecrations of those who once caressed you. By tomorrow night there will be multitudes sneering at the words which last bight you expected would be uni versally admired. How can you sleep when everything depends upon the next turn of tho great tragedy? Up, man! Off of this pillow!” The man, with head yet hot from his last oration, Warts up suddenly, looks out upon the night, but aces nothing except tho flow ers that lie upon his stand or the scroll from which he read his speech or tho books from which ho quoted his author ities and goes to his desk to finish hio neglected correspondence or to pen au indignant line to some reporter or sketch the plan for a public dciV use against the assaults of the people. Happy when he got his first lawyer's brief; exultant when he triumphed over his first polit ical rival; yet, sitting on the very top of all that this world offers of praise, he exclaims, “No rest, no rest!” Tho very world that now applauds will soou hiss. That world said of the great Webster: “What a statesman! What wonderful exposition of the con stitution! A man lit for any position.” That same world said after awhile: “Down with him! He is an office seeker. Ho is a sot. He is a libertine. Away with him!” And there is no peace for the man until he lays down his broken heart in tho grave at Marshfield. While Charles Matthews was performing in London before immense audiences one day a woruout and gloomy man came into a doctor’s shop, saying, “Doctor, what can you do for me?” The doctor examined his case and said, “My ad vice is that you go and see Charles Matthews.” “Alas, alas,” said the man, “Imyself am Charles Matthews!” Jeffreys thought that if he could only bo judge that would be the making of him; got to bo judge and cursed tho day in which he was born. Alexander wanted to submerge the world with his greatness; • submerged it, and then drank himself to death because he could nut staud the trouble. Burns thought he would give everything if ho could win tho favor of courts and princes; wou it, and amid the shouts of a great entertainment, when poets aud orators and duchesses were adoring his genius, wished that he could creep back into f put out, your Angers worn with the needle that in this world you may never lay down, ye discouraged ones who have been waging a band to hand 1 fight for bread, yo to vhum tho night ; brings little rest and the morning more ! drudgery—oh, ye of the weary hand j and the weary sid • and tho weary font, ; hear mo talk about rest. i Look at that company of enthroned ones. It cannot be that those bright ones ever toiled? Yes, yes. These packed i the Chinese tea boxes, and through mi.s- | sionary instruction escaped into glory. These sweltered ou snutheru plantain'U\ aud ouo night after tho cotton picking j went up as white as if they had never ; been black. Those died of overtoil in j the Lowell carpet factories, and these in Manchester mills. Those helped build the pyramids, and these broke away from work on the day Christ was hounded out of Jerusalem. No more ! towers to build, heaven is done. No i more garments to weave, tho robes are finished. No more harvests to raise, the gamers are full. Oh, sons and daugh ters of toil, arise ye aud depart, for that is your rest. Scovill McCallum, a boy of my Sun day school, while dying said to his mother, “Don’t cry, but sing, sing, “There is rest for the weary, There is rest for the weary." Then putting his wasted hand over his heart he said, “There is rest for me.” But there are some of you who want to hear about the land where they never have any heartbreaks and no graves are dug. Where are your father and moth er? The most of you are orphans. I look around, aud where I see ouo man who has parents living I see ten who are or phans. Where are your children? Where I sou one family circle that is unbroken I seo three or four that have !>eeu desolated—one lamb gone out of this fold, ouo flower plucked from that the obscurity in which ho dwelt ou the , garland, one golden link broken from day when he wrote of the Daisy, wee, modest, crimson tipped flower. Napoleon wanted to make all Europe tremble at his power; made it tremble, then died, his entire military achieve ments dwindling down to a pair of mil itary boots which he insisted on having on his feet when dying. At Versailles I saw a picture of Napoleon in his tri- unjphs. I went into another room aud saw a bust of Napoleon as ho appeared at St. Helena, but, oh, what grief and anguish in the face of tho latter! The first was Napoleon iu triumph, tho last was Napoleon with his heart broken. How they laughed and cried when sil ver tongued Sheridan in tho midday o£ prosperity’ harangued tho people of Britain, and how they howled at and execrated him when, outside of the room where his corpse lay, his creditors tried to get his miserable boues aud sell them. No Rent Without Christ. This world for rest? "Aha,” cry th^ j waters, “no rest here. Wo plunge to tho sea.” “Aha,” er^ tho mountains, , “no rest here. We crumble to the plain. ” “Aha,” cry the towers, “no rest hero, j We follow Babylon and Thebes and | Nineveh into the dust.” No rest for the ' flowers, they fade. No rest for the stars, they die. No rest for man, ho must work, toil, suffer and slave. Now, for what have 1 said all this? Just to prepare you for the text, “Arise ye aud depart, fer this is not your rest. ” I am going to make you a grand offer. Some of you remember that when gold was discovered iu California large companies were made up aud started off to get their fortune, and a year ago for the same purpose hundreds dared the cold of Alaska. Today I want to make up a party for the laud of gold. I hold in my hand a deed from the proprietor of the estate, in which ho offers to all who will join the company 10, Odd shares of infinite value, in a city whoso streets are gold, whose harps are gold, whose crowns aro gold. You have read of the crusaders—how that many thou sands of them went off to conquer the holy sepulcher. I ask you to join a grander crusade, not for the purpose of conquering the sepulcher of a dead Christ, but for the purpose of reaching the throne of a living Jesus. When an army is to be made up, the recruiting officer examines the volunteers. He tests their eyesight; ho sounds their lungs; he measures their stature. They must be just right or they are rejected. But there shall !>e no partiality iu making up this army of Christ. Whatever your moral or physical stature, whatever your dissipations, whatever your crimes, whatever your weaknesses, I have u commission from tho Lord Almighty to make up this regiment of redeemed souls, aud I cry, “Arise ye and depart, for this is uot your rest. ” Many of you have lately joined this company, and my desire is that you all may join it Why not? You know iu your own hearts’ ex perience tuat what I have said about this world is true—that it is noplace to rest iu. There aro hundreds here weary —oh, how weary!—weary with sin, weary with trouble, weary with be reavement Some of you have been pierced thr mgh and through. You carry the scars of a score of conflicts, iu which you have bled at every pore, aud you sigh, “Oh, that I had the wings of a dove, that I might fly away aud be at rest!” You have taken the cup of this world's pleasures and drunk it to the dregs, and still tbo thirst claws at yonr tongue, aud tho fever strikes to yonr brain. You have chased pleasure through every valley, by every stream, amid every brightness and under every shadow, but just at the moment when you were all ready to put your baud «pt«i the rosy, laughing sylph of the amod she turned upon you with the glare of a fiend aud tho eye of a satyr, her locks adders and her breath the chill damp of a grave. Ont of Jesus Christ no rest. No voice to silence tho story. No light to kindle the darkness. No drydock to repair the split bulwark. Pmm« For tli« Troubled. Thank God, 1 can tell you something better. If there is no rest on earth, there is rest iu heaven. Oh, ye who are worn out with work, your hands cal loused, your backs beut, your eyes half that chain, here a bright light put out and there another and yonder another. With such griefs how aro you to rest? Will there over be a power that can at tune that silent voice, or kindle the luster of that closed eye, or put spring and dance into that little Exit? When we bank up the dust over the dead, is the sod never to be broken? Is the cem etery to hear no sound but the tire of the hearse wheel or the tap of the bell at the gate as the loug processions come in with their awful burdens of grief? Is the bottom of tbo grave gravel and the top dust? No, no, no! The tomb i« only a place where we wrap our robes about us for a pleasant nap on our way home. Tho swellings of Jordan will only wash off the dust of the way. From tho top of tho grave wo catch a glimpse of the towers glinted with the sun that never setn. Glorious Connotation. Oh, yo whose lojks aro wet with the dews of the night of grief; ye whose hearts are heavy, because those v/ell known footsteps sound no more at the doorway, yonder is your rest! There is David triumphant, but once be bemoan ed Absalom. There is Abraham en throned, but once ho wept for Sarah. There is Paul exultant, but he once sat with his feet in tue stocks. There is Payson radiant with immortal health, but ou earth he was always sick. No toil, no tears, no partings, no strife, no agoirzing cough, u > night. No storm to ruffle the crystal sea. No alarm to strike from the cathedral towers. No dirge throbbing from seraphic harps. No tremor in the everlasting song, but rest—perfect rest—unending rest. Into that rest how many loved ones have gone! Some pat down the work of midlife, feeling they could hardly Ik; spared from the store or shop for a day, but are to be spared from it forever. Some weut iu old age. One came totter ing ou his staff and used to sit at tho foot of the pulpit, his wrinkled face radiant with the light that falls from the throne of God. Another having liv ed a life of Christian cousistency here, ever busy with kindnesses for her chil dren, her heart full of that meek aud quiet spirit that is in the sight of God of great price, suddenly her countenance was transfigured, and the gate was opened, aud she took her place amid that great cloud of witnesses that hovel about the throuo! Glorious consolation! They are not dead. You cannot make mo believe they are dead. They have only moved on. With more love than that with which they greeted us ou earth they watch us from their high place, und their voices cheer us in our struggle for the sky. Hail, spirits blessed, now that yo have passed the flood and won the crown. With weary feet we press up the shining way until in everlasting reunion we shall meet again. Ob, won’t it be grand when, onr conflicts done and our part ings over, wo shall clasp bands and cry out, “This is heaven?” By the thrones of your departed kin dred, by their gentle hearts aud tho ten derness und love with which they now cull you from tho skies, 1 beg you stare on the highroad to heaven. In the ever lasting rest may we all meet. One of the old writers wished he conld have seen three things: Rome in its prosperity; Paul preachiug; Christ in the body. I have three wishes: First, to see Christ in glory, surronnded by bis redeemed; second, to see Christ in glory, surrounded by bis redeemed; third, to see Christ in glory, surrounded by bis redeemed. ’ When on my new fledged wings I rise To tread those shores beyond tho skies, I’ll run throush every golden street And ask oach blissful soul 1 meet, w l*re is the God whoso praise ye sing? #rf lead me, stranger, to your king! Tbo Poor Boy. “Ob, it is very nice to live in the suburbs,” said the other man, “but wait nntil yon get to pushing the lawn mower and all that sort of hard work. ” “I won’t posh the lawn mower, ” said the man who had just moved. “My boy has never ran one of them, so I made a contract with him that if he’d get along with his last year’s wheel I’d let him ran the mower all summer. ”—Indian - apolis Journal. CANON AINGER ON BURNS. Ko DoiUts Tlmt His Work Wu* Appreci ated In Kurland. In the second of his lectures o:i “Some Leaders In the Poetic Revival, 17110-1^20,” delivered at the R ival in stitution roecully, Canon Aiugi r, dis- ! cussing Bnru.> donbOnl whether his work, with the exception of a few pieces, was ever very widely known < r appreciated in England. Readers would not take trouble and wore repelled by a dialect that contained it number of un familiar words, while iu addition to tho dialect difficulty there was a certain ad mixture of free speech on religious and other matters that might easily offend those who were particular in such things. Burns’ best and most characteristic work was written in tho peasant speech of his native Ayrshire, but the English enthusiast following the line of least resistance probably began with the poems written in English. Iu these the poet was not at his best, though the lecturer could uot go so far as to say, with some critics, that English was a foreign language to him. His English poetic style was founded on a poetic school that was already in decay, and he wrote English verse under the influ ence of bad models. Ho was not indis criminate or inartistic in his use of English, aud it was no foolish literary ambition that led him to abandon the vernacular. The alternation of English and Scotch in the “Cotter’s Saturday Night, ” for example, was methodical and consti tuted ono of the secrets of its beauty and effectiveness. Nor could tho lec turer admit that that poem was seuti- niental if by sentiment was meant clap trap. False sentiment did not last, but IhBns’ sentiment is as true and sweet a*d pure now as it was 100 years ago. It was as a song writer that he was best known to many, though he did not make his first appearance iu that char acter. Of songs he wrote literally hun dreds, naturally of differing merit. But tho best were transcendent aud almost unique. They came as a reminder that in lit- erature and art the difference between first and second rate was infinite, though between second and third and fourth rate it was insignificant. As a story teller iu lyric measures Burns had no equal. In tho development of poetic art he stood at the parting of the ways— the climax of tho old and the harbinger of tho new. Ho was tho greatest of Scot tish poets, though not the last. His in fluence ou English poetry was incalcu lable, and it was he, if any one. who broke up tho frost that had settled ou lyrio poetry at the end of last century. Woman’s Mysterious His. Keep an Eje on Rauila. But let us examine closely for a mo ment tho supposed friendship of Russia for tho United States. It is not, it can not be, other than mere words. States do not differ that are never brought in contact, aud where there is no contact there is no rivalry, and professions of friendship may do no harm and can do little gco:l. But what is there between tho United States aud Russia in com mon that can make them allies? Russia aims at two things—to pre vent au Anglo-American alliance, and to prevent tho United States from ever acquiring any voice in the direction of affairs iu tho far cast. Tho policy of Russia was not matured in a day. Rus sia did uot withdraw from America un til sho had possession of the lower Amour, until she had awakened the fears of Japan, had taken possession of one of the islands and had driven her info the family of nations, where Japan hoped she might find allies among civ ilized states. Russia intended that the Monroe doctrine should effectually estop tho United States from having any voice iu the settlement of any Asiatic question. She may say, “You can no more acquire by conquest the Philippine islands than Rnssia or France can acquire Cuba. ” Russia withdrew from Alaska for two reasons—to exclude the United States from having any voice in respect to questions touching the eastern shorn of Asia und to prevent Alaska in case any future conflict with the United Kingdom should arise from becoming a part of British America, and it was sc understood at the time by every Jaja- nose statesman.—North American Re view. Yellow Jaundice Cured. Suffering humanity should be sup plied with every means possible for its relief. It is with pleasure we publish the following: "This is to certify that I was a terrible sufferer from Yellow Jaundice for over six months, and was treated by some of the best physicians in our city and all to no avail. Dr. Bell, our drug gist. recommended Electric Bitters, and after taking two bottles, I was entirely cured. 1 now take great pleasure in recommending them to any person suffering from this terri ble malady. I am gratefully yours, M. A. Hogarty, Lexington, Ky.’, Sold by DuPre, Drug Co. No-T«-lSa<; fi^r Fifty Canto. Giiaruoteed tobacco habit cure, make* weak men atroug, blood pure. SOc. >1. All tlrmutmu A. N. WOOD, BANKER, does a general Banking and Exchange business. Well secured with Burglar- Proof safe and Automatic Time Lock. Safety Deposit Boxes at moderate rent. Beys and sells Stocks gndBonds. Buys County and School Claims. Your business solicited. Explanation of their nature by I)r. Hartman, who tells how 'to curt ~ ’W WSffSy women are constantly pum- b£/iwnfY Z * t< * about tluir henAh. ife deed female troubles punri- women. Older women ‘a*vs experience, but few knowledge of the subject. Tcml- periodical suffering is prut/.Sai It is accompanied by bkh.;’ vary ing sensations t h at d i-s. n-e... How much of this is uvrv.’tx&WFK is a matter of guesswork. Ysu whole question is shrouded it professional mystery. I Dr. Hartmans book for w |l called “ Health und Beauty.'" ' these matters with delicacy, acid vrt the same time with clearness. \Kata to the Pe-m-na Medicine Company, Columbus, O., for it: it is mailed IT is a practical printed talk to women. Dr. Hartman defines women's diseau.es a**- catarrh and tells how Pe-ru-na cures them. Mrs. C. C. Naeve, 3S() Morrison St., Portland, Ore., writes as follows: Pe-ru-na Medicine Co., Columbus, O. Dkar Sikh:—‘"l began to take Pe-ru-na when I lived in Columbus. O.. k* 3>«ST and have used it and the Man-a-lin eve’- since whenever I needed medicior. .2 have never found an equal to Pe-ru-na for regulating the menses, and before- £ began to take it I was never regular and always had mqre or less pain. J Uut: tried many different medicines before I saw Pe-ru-na buiwithout success.” There is nothing mysterious about the action of Pc-ru-na. It is m*r. is “cure-all,"’ but it cures catarrh wherever located, and there may be catarrh irs any organ of the body, as all are lined with mucous membrane. Mrs. M. C. Mehl, 504 Walnut St., Columbia, Pa., says: “ I have been troufeieaf with catarrh and a soreness In my bowels for several years. 1 tried every Cichagx that was recommended. I tried Pe-ru-na and am happy to say that 1 uui entirely well.” Dr. Hartman’s advice may be had without charge by any woman who vrllf write for it. His book on Chronic Catarrh is also mailed free. It cxplaias llsa:- danger of local treatment. All druggists sell Pe-ru-na. 25c 50c Buy Your^* Corn, Hay, Oats, Cotton Seed Hulls and Meal at T. DAVENPORT’S Cheap Store. MB® •>anir mmmmmmmmmmwz 12011b P’k’gs. Roasted Coffee for $1. | IF YOU WANT TO BUY jVTules, YVagrons, Oiiano tin cl A.ci<! IPliospliates CALL ON OUeSr/y J. I. «A.I* I^V^TT, N. B.—Oak wood delivered at 75c per locad. Big line of Crepe Paper For decorative purposes Just received at CO- $10 in Gold To be given away to our subscribers. We will give to the subscribers answering the largest num ber of advertisements of Gaffney merchants between June 1 jsjul Oct. 1, $10 in gold, viz: We will furnish each merchant who advertises iu ibis jmivt with a register for the purpose of registering the names <>( Ototii who come in answer to their advertisements and at the end of ti«t time specified above we will go around ami get all these regimm- ' an4 the person who has registered the greatest number of tint** will receive $5 in gold ; the one who has registered the next gtv»u- est number of times will receive $•!; and the third, $2. Every purchase, no matter how small, just so it is iuau%«ci o a Lkixjkk ad, will count. All you have to do is to tell ((•* npereliant or dealer you saw his ad in Tint Ledger. Endeiivt* to win one of these prizes. It will cost you nothing. Just WnK« . them that you saw their ad, and they will do the rest.