Pike County Democrat, Volume 25, Number 16, Petersburg, Pike County, 31 August 1894 — Page 6

EVERLASTING REST. Rev. Dr. Talmage On the Rest Beyond the Grave. J[f There is No Rest on Earth There Is Rest In ttenven—The Glorious Consolation for Those Treading God's Pathway. The following sermon is the selection of Rev. T. DeWitt Talmage for publication this week. The subject is “Everlasting Rest,” being based on the text; c Arise ye and depart, for this is not your rest. —Micah it, 10. This was the drum-beat of a prophet who wanted to arouse his people from their oppressed and sinful condition; but it may justas properly be uttered now as then. Bells, by long exposure and much ringing, lose their clearness of tone; but" the rousing bell of the Gospel strikes in as clear a tone as when it first rang on the air. As far as I can see, your great want and mine is rest. From the time we «nter life, a great many vexations and annoyances take after us. We may have our holidays, and our seasons of recreation and quiet, but where is, the man come to mid-life who has found entire rest? The fact is that God did not make this World to rest in. A ship might as well go down off Cape llatteras to find smooth water as a man in this world to find quiet. From the way that God has strewn the thorns, and hung the clouds, and sharpened the tusks; from the colds that distress 11s, and the heats that smite us, and the pleurisies that stab us, and the ievers that consume us, I know that He did not make this world as a place to loiter in. God does every thing successfully; and this world would be a

very different world if it were intended lor us to lounge in. It does right well lor a few hours. Indeed, it is. magnificent! Nothing but infinite wisdom and goodness could have mixed this beverage of water, or hung up these brackets of stars, or trained these voices of rill, and bird, and- ocean—so that God has but to lift his hand, and the whole world breaks forth into orchestra. But, after all, it is only the splendors of a king's highwajv over Which we are to march on to htgrnal -conquests. You and I have seen men who tried to rest here. They builded themselves great stores. They gathered around them the patronage of meYchant princes. The voice of their bid ihook the money markets. They had »t,ock in the most successful railroads, and in “safety deposits” great rolls of government securities. They had emblazoned carriages, high-mettled steeds, footmen, places that confounded lords and senators who sat at their table, tapestry on which floated the richest designs of foreign looms, splendor of canvas on the wall, exquisiteness of music rising among pedestals of bronze, and dropping, soft as light, on snow of sculpture. Here let them rest. Put back the embroidered curtain, and shake up the pillow of down. Turn out the lights! It is eleven o’clock at midnight. Let slumber drop upon the eyelids and the air float through the half-opened lattice drowsy with midsummer perfume. Stand bac k, all care, anxiety and trouble! But no! they will not stand back. They rattle the lattice. They look under the canopy. With rough touch they startle his pulse. They cry out at twelve o’clock at night, "“Awake, man! How can you sleep when things l are so uncertain? What about those stocks? Hark to the tap of that fire bell; it is your district! How if you should die

soon? Awake, man! Ihmk oi it: wno will pet your property when yon are gone? What will they do with it? Wake up! Riches sometimes take ^win^s. How if you should get poor? Wak^up!” Rising on one elbow the nmn of fortune looks out into the darkness of the room and wipes the dampness from his forehead, and says: “Alas! For all this scene, of wealth .and magnificence—no rest!” I passed down a street of a cilyr with a merchant. He knew all the'finest houses on the street. He said: “There is something the matter in all these houses. In that one it is conjugal* infelicity. In that one, a dissipated son. In that, a dissolute father. In that, an idiot child. In that, the prospect of bankruptcy.” This world’s wealth can |five no permanent satisfaction. This Is not your rest. You and I have seen men try in another direction. A man says: “If I could only rise to such and such a place of renown; if I could gain that office; if I could only get the stand apd have my sentiments met with one good round of hand-clapping applause; if I could only write a book that would live, or make a ^speech that wopld thrill, or do an action that would re- ; sound!” The tide turns in his favor. His name is on ten thousand 'lips. He is bowed to, and nought after, and * advanced. Men drink his health at great dinners. At his fi^ry words the multitudes liuzza! From galleries of beauty they throw garlands. From housetops, as lie passes in long procession, they shake out the national standards. Here let him rest. It is eleven o’clock at night. On pillow stuffed with nation’s praise let him lie down. Hush! all disturbant voices. In his dream let there be a hoisted throne, and across it march a -coronation. Hush! Hush! “Wake up!” says a rough voice. “Political sentiment is changing. How if you should lose this place of honor? Wake up! The morning papers are to be full of denunciation. Harken to the execrations of those who once caressed you. By to-morrow night there will be multitudes sneering at the words which last night you expected would be universally admired. How,can you sleep when everything depends upon the next turn of the tragedy? Up, man! Off of this pillow!” The man, with head yet hot from his last oration, starts up suddenly, looks out upon the night, but .sees ‘nothing except the flowers that lie on his stand, or the scroll from which he read his speech, or the books

from which he quoted his authorities, and goes to his desk to finish his neglected correspondence, or to pen an indignant line to some reporter, or sketch the plan for a public defense against the assaults of the people. Happy when he got his first lawyer’s brief; exultant when ha triumphed, over his first political rival; yet. sitting on the very top of all that this world offers of praise, he exclaims: “No rest! no rest!” < The very world that now applauds will soon hiss. That world said of the great Webster: “What a statesman! What wonderful exposition of the constitution! A man fit for any position!” That same world said, after awhile; “Down with him! He is an officeseeker. He 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 the grave at Marshfield. Jeffrey thought if he could only be judge that would be the making of him; got to be judge, and cursed the 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 not stand the trouble. Burns thought he would give everything if he could win the favor of courts and princes; won it, and amid the shouts of a great entertainment, when poets, and orators, and duchesses were adoring his genius, wished that he could creep back into the obscurity in which he dwelt When he wrote of the Daisy, wee modest, crimson-tipped flower. Napaleon wanted to make all Europe tremble at his power; made it tremble, then died; his entire military achievements dwindling down to a pair of military boots which he insisted on having on his feet when dying. At Versailles I saw a picture of Napoleon in his triumphs. 1 went into another

room aud saw a bust of Napolean as he appeared at St. Helena; but oh, what gTief and anguish in the face of the latter! The first was Napoleon in triumph, the last was Napoleon with his heart broken. How they laughed and cried when silvertongued Sheridan, in the midway of prosperity, harangued the people of Britaiil, Mid how they howled at and execrated\ him, when, outside of the room where his corpse lay, his creditors tried to get his miserable bones and sell them! This world for rest? “Aha!'’ cry the waters, “no rest here—we plunge to the sea.” “Aha!” cry the mountains, I “no rest here—we crumble to the plain.” “Aha!” cry the towers, “no rest here—we follow Babylon, and Thebes, and Ninevah into the dust.” No rest for the flowers; 4hey fade. No rest for the stars; they die. No rest for man; he must work, toil, suffer and slave. { Now, for what have I said all this? Just to prepaie you for the text: “Arise ye, and depart; for this is not your rest.” I am going to make you a grand offer. Some of you remember when gold was discovered in California, large companies were made up and started off to get their fortune. To-day I want to make up a party for the land of gold. I hold in my hand a deed from the Proprietor of the estate, in which He offers to all who will join the company ten thousand shares of infinite value, in a city whose streets are gold, whose harps are gold, whose crowns are gold. You have rjead of the crusaders—how that many thousands 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. vv nen an army is to be made up, the recruiting officer examined the volunteers; he tests their eyesight; he sounds their lung^; he measures their stature; they must be just right, or they are rejected. But there shall be no partiality in making up this army of Christ. Whatever your moral or physical stature, whatever your dissipations, whatever your crimes, whatever your weaknesses, 1 have a eommision from the Lord Almighty to make up t]ais regiment of redeemed souls, and I dry: “Arise ye, and depart; for this is not your rest.” Many of you have lately joined this company, and my desire is that you may all join it. Why not? You know in your own hearts’ experience that what I have said about this world is true—that it is no place to rest in. There are hundreds here weary—oh, how weary—weary with sin; weary with trouble; weary with bereavement. Some of you have been pierced through and through. You carry the scars of a thousand conflicts, in which you have bled at every pore; and you sigh: “Oh, that I had the wings of a dove, that 1 might fly away and be at rest!” You have taken the cup of this world’s pleasures and drunk it to the dregs, and still the thirst claws at your tQngue, and the fever striks to your 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 hand upon the rosy, laughing sylph of the wood, she turned upon you with the glare of a fiend and the ey e of a satyr, her locks adders, and her breath the chill damp of a grave. Out of Jesus Christ not rest. No voice to silence the storm. No light to kindle the darkness. No dry dock to repair the split bulwark. Thank God, I can tell you something better. If there is no rest on earth, there is rest in Heaven. Oh, ye who are worn out with work, your hands calloused, your backs bent, your eyes half put but, your fingers worn with the needle that in this world you may 'never lay down; ye discouraged ones, who have been waging a hand-to-hand fight for bread; ye to whom the night brings little rest and the morning more drudgery—oh, ye of the weary hand, and of the weary side, and the weary foot, hear me talk about rest! Look at that company of enthroned ones. Look at their hands; look at their feet; look at their eyes. It can not be that those bright ones ever toiled? Yes! yes! These paoked

[ Chinese tea boxes, and through mis* sionary instruction escaped into glory. These sweltered on southern plantations, and one night, after the cotton picking, went up as white as if they had never been black. Those died of overtoil in the , Lowell carpet factories, and these in Manchester mills; those helped Wild the pyramids, and those broke away from work on the day Christ was hounded out of Jerusalem. No more towers to build; Heaven is done.'1 Nor’more garments to weave; the robes are finished. No more harvests to raise; the garners are full. Oh, sons and daughters of toil! arise ye and depart, for that is your rest. Scovill McCallum, a boy of my Sunday school, while dying, said to his mother: “Dont’t cry, but sing—sing There is rest for the weary. There is rest for the weary," then, putting his wasted hands over his heart, 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 mother? The most of you are orphans. 1 look around, and where I see one man who has parents living I see ten who are orphans. Where are your children? Where I see one family circle that is unbroken I see three or four that have been desolated. One lamb gone ojf&of its fold; one flower plucked from that garland; one golden link broke •from that chain; here a bright light put out, and there anothei\and yonder another. With such griefs, how are you to rest? Will there ever be a power that can attune that silent voice, or kindle the luster of that closed eye, or put spring and dance into the little foot? When we bank up the dust over the dead, is the sod never to be broken? Is the cemetery to

hear no sound but the tire of the hearse wheel, or the tap of the bell at the gate as the long procession comes in with their awful burdens of grief. Is the bottom of the grave gratel, and the top dust? No! no! no! The tomb is only a place where we wrap our robes about us for a pleasant nap on our way home. The swellings of Jordan will wash off the dust of the way. From the lop of the grave we catch a glimpse of the towers glinted with tha sun that never sets. Oh, ye whose locks are wet with the dews of the night of grief; ye whose hearts are heavy because those wellknown footsteps sound no more at the doorway, yonder is your rest! There is David triumphant; but once he bemoaned Absalom. There is Abraham enthroned; but once he wept for Sarah. There is Paul exultant; but once he sat with his feet in the stocks. There is Pay son radiant with immortal health; but on earth he was always sick. No toil, no tears, no partings, no strife, no agonizing cough, to-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 of our loved ones have gone! The little children have been gathered up into the bosom of Christ. One of them went out of the arms of a widowed mother, following its father, who died a few weeks before. In this last moment it seemed to see the departed father, for it said, looking upward with brightened countenance: “Papa, take me up!” Others put down the work of midlife feeling they could hardly be spared from the office or store, or shop, for a da)', but are to be spared from it forever. Your mother went.

Having1 lived a 'life of Christian consistency here, ever busy with kindness for her children, her heart full of that meek and quiet spirit that is in the sight of God of great price, suddenly her countenance was transfigured.and the gate was opened,and she took her place amid that cl oud of witnesses that hover about the throne! Glorious consolation! They are not dead. You can not make me believe they are dead. They have only moved on. With more love than that with which they regard us on earth, they watch us from their high place, and their voices cheer us in our struggle for the sky. Hail, spirits blessed now that ye have passed the floods and won the crown! With weary feet we press up the shining way, until in everlasting reunion we shall meet again. Oh! won't it be grand when, our conflicts done and our partings over, we shall clasp hands and cry out: ‘'This is Heaven!” Trifling With Reputation. We never can be too careful, of character, but it is easy to be too careful of our reputations. “When I gave up all I had to God’s service,” says Wesley, “did I keep back my reputation?” Yet many a true Christian is. over-sensitive as to what people say of him, or think of him, and wastes on the guarding of this bauble time and strength which were given him for worthier uses. We serve a Master who “made Himself of no reputation.” And those who share His singleness of purpose to do the will of God will never show an excessive solicitude about the opinions men have of them. In the long run, it is only God’s thought of us which counts for anything. The more real that thought is to us in its tenderness and its fairness, the less we shall occupy ourselves with the noisy and shallow judgments of them.—S. S. Times. —It does not follow from the circumstance of a Christian being blessed with large means that good ends are thereby to be subserved. Back of the ability to do, and better than it, is the disposition to do. Readiness of hand must accompany fullness of hand or the world is none the better for Christian wealth. —A woman who has practiced dentistry for some time says: “Once in awhile there are some disagreeable features, but not often. On the contrary, the work becomes very fascinating and - interesting. It does not require a great deal of strength to pull teeth. More can be done by skill and knowing how.”

DUN'S COMMERCIAL REVIEW, Aa Improvement In Trade All the More Satisfactory Because Sot Amounting to n Boom—A Gradual Decrease In Nearly All Lines of Businem and Manufacture —The Damage to Corn. Though Severe. Not So Bad as Expected. New York, Aug. 25.—R. G. Dun A Co.’s weekly review of trade issued today says: Changes during the past week have not been definite nor very complete. As the president’s final decision regarding the new tariff is assured, but not yet certainly known, part of the hesitation which appears may be attributed to the uncertainty which must soon terminate. Other conditions, if not entirely favorable, have at least not changed for the worse during the past week. The injury to corn is less than many apprehended, but is still believed to have reduced the yield about 500,000,000 bushels. The strike of coke workers and coal miners has ended, and while the lockout of cotton operatives is important, it affects the earnings and livelihood of a much smaller number. The business so leng delayed by tariff uncertainties begins to come forward, so that transactions in many departments are larger than of late, and on the whole larger than at the time of especial stagnation last year, but it is still too soon to determine how far the satisfaction of postponed demands will set idle hands at work, or raise transactions toward the normal volume. But it is a healthy sign that the gain thus far is gradual and not spasmodic or flighty in appearance. In all the great industries some increase in demand for products has appeared, and the boot and shoe trade continues to lead others in recovery, as shipments from the east not only exceed last year's largely, but surpass those in August of previous years. Economy appears here in purchases of cheaper qualities rather than in purchases of fewer pairs or cases, and the demand is largely for speedy delivery, reflecting unusual reduction of stocks. In the iron and steel manufacture the demand for finished products increases, but is at present not as large

as the capacity of the works which have endeavored to resume operations. A moderate increase is. seen in the woolen mills in operation, and agents who have offered spring goods, generally at a reduction of about 12X per cent, from last years prices, have taken orders for considerable quantities; but there is still great uncertainty about the extent and effect of foreign competition in may important classes, particularly of the better grades of goods, and as this mu§t continue for months, the adjustment to new conditions must be gradual. About 1,600,000,000 bushels is now the more common estimate of yield of corn, which will leave nothing for export, and, falling below a full supply for feeding, will materially affect prices of meats for the coming year. Wheat has been stronger in spite of favorable reports that a yield of 500,000,000 bushels or more is now expected. Receipts at the west for the week were 4,964,238 bushels, against 3,724,140 last year, and Atlantic exports only 1,437*435 bushels* against 2,059,424 last year. Hog products are only a shade stronger. Cotton fell a shade mainly on account of curtailment of consumption by the strikes, but recovered. Accounts from the south continue to promise a yield considerably larger than that of 1893. Money markets continue to reflect a legitimate increase of commercial demand, which comes mainly from dry goods commission houses, but it is noted that although the last week of August is at hand, the requirements from the west and south for crop moving purposes are by no means of ordinary magnitude. Foreign exchange has been a shade stronger, though domestic exports of products from New York have been for three weeks $1,477,000, or 6 per cent, less than last year, the decrease in imports having been only $400,000 in the same weeks. Foreign capital appears to be doing scarcely anything at present in,American securities, and the advance of $1 per share in railroad stocks and $1.40 in trusts this week has been due to

speculative operations on tne floor. Railroad earnings in August have been 1 per cent, larger than last year, but 14.9 per cent, smaller than in 1892, although it is observed that in tonnage many of the leading railroads are now doing better than two years ago. The treasury has gained a little in gold reserve, though New York banks begin to resent and resist the process of drawing gold from them for currency shipped to the interior. A year ago this week payments through clearinghouses dropped 84 per cent., railroad earnings 16 per cent., thirty iron works stopped and half th$ cotton mills at Fall River, and there were 410 failures, of which only nine aggregated liabilities of 86,400,000. The exchanges this week are larger than last year by 19.6 per cent, although they are 19.4 per cent, below those of 1892. The liabilities of firms failing for the second week of August amounted to only $1,618,869, and for the last three weeks to only $7,262,076, of which $3,633,308 were of manufacturing, and $3,787,329 of trading concerns. The failures for the week ended on the 34th were 234 in the United States, against 410 last year, and 39 in Canada, against 20 last year. Thrown From a Train In Wisconsin bj Tramps and Killed. Wn,wAUKJEK, Wis., Aug. 35.—A Daily News special from Madison, Wis., says: Conductor Richard Goggin was thrown off a moving freight train Thursday night on leaving Jefferson Junction by a dozen tramps. He was missed shortly | afterward, but the traip could not stop till Lake Mills was reached, as it had to meet a train there. On o returning he was found lying near the tracks un- : conscious. He never regained con sciousness, and died soon after the train reached Madison. His home is at Baraboo.

AN EXCITING CHASE. Two Young Train Robber* Captured In Chicago After n Desperate Resistance— They Killed One Officer and Badly Wounded Another and were Themselves Badly Wounded—Goo11 Work by Nthe Police. 'iL Chicago, Aug1. 26.—Two desperate train robbers, William Lake and H. F. Gorman, claiming to be recent arrivals from the ^Pacific coast; made a brief, but tragic attempt Friday night and yesterday to emulate the bloody bandit work of Jessie James and Bill Dalton. One of their victims, Patrick Owens, a detective in the employ of the Chicago, Milwaukee & St. Paul railroad, was shot and killed at Deerfield, near this city, Friday night. Patrick McGrath, another special officer for the St. Paul road, was shot twice yesterday and seriously wounded, but will recoved. The bandits had to be shot by police officers sent from city stations before they would surrender. Lake and Gorman began their criminal work by entering the caboose of a freight train on the St. Paul road Friday night at Deerfield, when the train stopped there for water. They found the only occupant of the car to be Con ductor Sargent. He was at once relieved of his gold watch by the masked men, who flashed big revolvers in his face. Officer Owens, who was doing duty on the train, entered the door of the car at this time. He was ordered by the robbers to throw up his hands, and refusing, was shot dead, both men firing at him. Then the desperadoes escaped and boarded a south-bound freight train for Mayfair, a suburb of Chicago. Conductor Simmons detected the resemblance of the men to the slayers of Owens, having been notified to keep a lookout for them. When the traiit stopped at Mayfair shortly after 5 o’clock yesterday morning Simmons told Fred Marshall, the night operator, of his discovery. Marshall went to the coal car where the men were hiding and also recognized the fellows. He shouted to Officer McGrath, who was keeping out of sight because of his uniform, to come on. No sooner had the officer begun to

climb on the car to capture the murderers than they pushed their big revolvers, of which they had two each, towards the brave McGrath, firing to add another murder to their crimes. Two bullets were tired in rapid succession into the body of McGrath. One entered his arm and the other his side. The wounded man had only time to shout for help to Marshall before he fell unconscious on the track. Racing for their lives Lake and Gorman ran on Milwaukee avenue until they met Henry Eggerston, a wheeling farmer, driving to market. The men ordered Eggerston from the wagon with a flourish of their big pistols and continued their flight along the Higgins road in the wagon. The contents of the wagon were soon scattered along the roadside, but the owner made haste to reach the' Attrill police station, from which place officers in a patrol wagon were quickly in pursuit. After a three-mile furious drive in Eggerston’s wagon it broke down, and from that time on the pursuing police and citizens had the advantage. A wagonload of police officers from the Irving Park station joined in the chase and the whole neighborhood was aroused for the purpose of hunting the •wretches. Through cornfields they ran and ^topped at a farmhouse to get breakfast at the muzzle of their weapons. They were seated in the kitchen when a posse of policemen galloped up. The bandits escaped by the roar and were safely hidden in the woods before the surprised officers could bring their firearms dn to action. Scores of bullets, however, were sent in the direction of the escaping bandits. When the news reached police headquarters half a dozen Central station detectives were sent to the scene by special tram armed with Winchesters and instructed to kill. A rufining fight took place after all the police reinforcements had reached the scene. The pursuit was led by the police from the Jefferson station in a patrol wagon on the Higgins road, two miles from Desplaines.

Both fugitives were mounted on an old horse taken from a farmer, but seeing the police gaining, they ran across a pasture and hid in a cornfield. The officers left the wagon and gave chase. The field was surrounded, but while waiting for more officers the men got away unseen. A three hours’ search for them followed, and their trail was picked up on the Higgins road again. Central station detectives caught sight of them in a clump of bushes. The order to throw up their hands was given when the police were within thirty yards of the murderers, and was answered by a volley from their Colt’s revolvers. Detective Mullaney emptied his revolver at the fugitives, and every shot was returned. When all the chambers had been emptied the murderers ran. .Mullaney fired and hit one of the men. Detective Finnigan winged the other. * In a few minutes the men found themselves face to face with two Jefferson police officers who brought their guns into action. The game was up, and this was the last stand made by the desperadoes. They broke for cover with bullets flying thick and fast towards them. Before they could enter a cornfield they were making for, they were surrounded and threw up their hands and were secured. The police learned last night that the murderer who gave the name of Gorman is Harry G. Griswold, who has been living at 13 South Courtis street, and was formerly employed by the Rand-McNally company as a pressman. William Lake gave his right name. His occupation is that of a coffin trimmer,’ and an American Railway union card was found in his pocket. He is 26 years old, and Griswold is 23. Griswold denied his identity at first. Both admitted to the police that they came from San Francisco two or three years ago, after tra reliug in Mexico and the far west.

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FOREIGN FACTS. Is some parts of Cuba field rats are considered a great delicacy. They are scarce and bring a high price in the markets. Greenland's interior is estimated to be covered by a shield-shaped cap of snow and ice not less than five thousand feet, or one mile, in thickness. The brig St. Andrea at Constantinople, from Salonica, is exciting great curiosity. The captain, officers and crew are all monks of Mount Athos, and while visitors are kindly received, women are not admitted. The brig flies the Russian flag. One of the deepest of the small number of points on dry land that are lower than sea level is the Lunchun basin, in Chinese Turkestan, near the southern foot of the Thian-Shan mountains, The depth of this depression has been found by Capt. Roborowski to be just one thousand feet. AMONG THE POULTRY No mites need be present where plenty of coal oil and carbolic acid is used. What is wanted in a poultry house is comfort, convenience and sufficient room. Do not feed the chickens lice or horse flesh. Keep the roost away from the stable. One of the best egg-producing foods for summer is wheat and oats with milk and bran mash. Linseed meal is excellent as an eggproducing food, but it should always be given with grass or other bulky foods. Cholera and roup will be partly avoided if plenty of pure water is supplied. This is of special importance during the summer,—SL Louis Re* publio.