DR. TALMAGE'S SERMON: Martyrs of Every Day Lifo. “Thou therefore endure hardness." -—-11'Tim- athy 2: 3. HisTORIANS are not slow to ackno w= ledge the merits of great military chief- tains, We have the full-length port- raits of the Cromwells, the Washing- tons, the Napoleons, and the Welling- tons of the world, History is not writ. ten in black ink, but with red ink of Raman blood. The godsof human am- bition do not drink from bowls made out of silver or gold, or precious stones, but out of the bleached skulls of the fallen, But I am now to unroll before you A BCROLL OF HEROES that the world has never acknowledged; those who faced no guns, blew no bugle- blast, conquered no cities, chained no captives to their charlot-wheels, and yet, in the great day of eternity, will stand higher than those whose names startled the nations; and seraph, and rapt spirit, and archangel will tell their deeds to a listening universe. I mean the heroes of common, every-day life. In this roll, in the first place, I find all the HEROES OF THE SICK ROOM. ‘When Satan had failed to overcome Job, he said to God: *‘Put forth Thy hand and touch his bones and his flesh, and he will curse Thee to Thy face.’”’ Satan had found out what we have all found out, that sickness is the greatest test of one's character. A man who can stand that can stand anything. To be in a room as fast as though it werea Bastile. To be so nervous you cannot endure the tap of a child's foot. To have luxuriant fruit, which tempts the appetite of the robust and healthy, ex- cites our loathing and disgust when it first appears on the platter, To have the rapier of pain strike through the side, or across the temples, like a razor, or to put the foot into a vice, or throw the whole body into a blaze of fever. Yet there have been men, who have cheerfully endured this hardness, Through years of exhausting rheuma- tisms and excruciating neuralgias they have gone, and through bodily distres- ses that rasped the nerves, and tore the muscles, and paled the cheeks and stooped the shouiders, By the dim LIGHT OF THE SICK-ROOM taper they saw on their wall the picture of that land where the inhabitants are never sick. Through the dead silence of the night they heard the chorus of the angels. The cancer ate away her life from week to week and day to day, and she became weaker and weaker, and every*‘good-night’’ wad feebler than the “‘good-night’’ before—yet never sad, The children looked up into her face and saw suffering transformed into a heavenly smile. Those who suffered on the battle-field, amid shot and shell, were not so much heroes and heroines as those who, in the field-hospital and in the asylum, had fevers which no ice could cool, and no surgery cure, numbness and aching and homesick- Herces of neuralgia God, hopeful of heaven. rheumatism, Heroes of Heroes of spinal complaint, sick-headache Heroes of lifelong in- validistn, Heroes and heroines! They shall reign for ever and ever. Hark! I catels just one note of the eternal anthem: “There shall be no more paic!” Bless God tor that! iu this roll I alsd find the heroes of toil, who do their work uncomplaining- wut into battle, when you know will be appreciated by a company of friends and relatives; itis ence when, in the gleaming eyes and sentiments are adopted; but to do sew- ing where you expect that the employer will come and thrust his thumb through the work, to show how imperfect it is, or to have the whole garment timrown back on you, to be dons over again; to build a wall, and know there will be no one to :ay you did it well, but only a swearing employer howling across the -scaffo.d: to WORK UNTIL YOUR EYES ARE DIM, and your back aches and your heart fore night your children will starve, All tie sword has not slain 80 many as the needle, The great battle-fields of our last war were not Gettysburg and Shiloh and South Mountain, The great battle-fields of the last war were in the arsenals, and in the shops, and in the attics, where women made army jackets for a sixpence., They toiled on until they died. They had no funeral eulog- fum, but, in the name of wy God, this day, I enroll their names among those of whom the world was not worthy, Heroes of the needlel Heroes of the sewing-machine! Heroes of the attic! Heroes of the cellar! Heroes and her- oines! Bless God for them! Iu this roll I also find the heroes who have uncomplatningly endured domestic enjustices, There are men who, for their toil and anxiety, have no sym- pathy in their homes, Exhausting ap- plication to business gets them a liveli- hood, but an unfrugal wife scatters it, He is fretted at from the moinent he enters the door until he comes out of it, The exasperations of business life, aug- mented by THE EXASPERATIONS OF LIFE, Such men are laughed at, but they have a beart-breaking trouble and they would have long ago gone into appall- ing dissipation but for the grace of God, Society to-day is strewn with the wrecks of men, who, ‘under the north-east storm of domestic - infelicity have been driven on the rocks, There are tens of thousands of drunkards in this country to-day, made such by thelr wives That is not poetry. That is prose, © in the op- not have box EsTIC martyrdom, Somethiug an a stroke of the fist; unki iggering home at midnight onstant maltreatment which have Ah ek mi te on m a bril. a tae the wow were * march, and the carriage rolled away with the benediction of the people. What was the burning of Latimer and Ridley at the stake compared with this? Those men soon became unconsoious in the fire, but here is A FIFTY YEAR'S MARTYRDOM, a fifty years’ putting to death, yet un- complaining. No bitter words when the rollicking companions at two o'clock in the morning pitch the hus- band dead drunk into the frout entry, No bitter words when wiping from the swollen brow the blood struck out in a midnight carousal. Bending over the battered and bruised form of him, who, when he took her from her father's home, promised love, and kindness, and protection, yet nothing but sym- pathy, and prayers, and forgiveness be- fore they are asked for. No bitter words when the family Bible goes for rum, and the pawnbroker’s shop gets the last decent dress, Sowe day, desir- ing to evoke the story of her sorrows, you say: “Well, how are you getting along now?” and rallying her trembl- ing voice, and quieting her quivering lip, she says: “‘Pretty well, I thank you, pretty well.” She never will tell you. In the delirium of her last sick- ness she may tell all the secrets of her lifetime, but she will not tell that, Not until the books of eternity are opened on the thrones of judgment will ever be known what she has suffgged. Ohl ye who are twisting a garland for the victor, put it on that pale brow. When she is dead the neighbors will she will be carried out in a plain box with no silver plate to tell her years, for she has lived a thousand years of trial and anguish, The gamblers and swindlers who destroyed her husband will not come to the funeral. One car- riage will be enough for that funeral— one carriage to carry the orphans and the two Christian women who presided over the obsequies, But there is a flash, and the opening of a celestial door, and a shout: *‘Lift up your head, ye everlasting gate, and let ber come inl" And Christ will step forth and say: “Come in! ye suffered with me on earth, be glorified with me in heaven.’ What i« the highest throne in heaven? You say. “The throne of the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb.’”” No doubt about it. What 1s the next highest throne in beaven? While I speak 1t seems to me that it will be the throne of the drunkard’s wife, if she with cheerful patience endured all her earthly torture. Heroes and heroines! I find also in this roll the HEROES OF CHRISTIAN CHARITY. We all admire and the James Lenoxes of the earth, who give tens and hundreds of thous- ands of dollars to good objects, jut I am speaking this morning of those who, the George -0f such men West, who proclaim Christ to the people, one of them, writ- “] thank you for that $25. Un- til yesterday we have had no meat in months, We have My children have no And of those peo- ing: suffered terribly. shoes this winter, EE) but give a piece of it to others who are a scuttle of coal, but help others to fuel, of father of that else; and that their children may be well apparelled, Y ou call them paupers, or ragamuflins, I call them heroes and heroines, You and I may not know where they live, or what their name is, GOD KNOWS, Ver than you and I have, and they Th ¥ may have only a cup of cold water to ’ ’ i picked a splinter from under the nail of two Ons the treasury, but the Considering what had, they did more than we have done, and their faded dress will become a white robe, and the small room will be an eternal mansion, and the old hat will the ap- they God ble workers in his kingdom, and to say to them: *Well done, good and faithful servant.” You have all seen or heard of the ruin of Melrose Abbey. 1 suppose in some respects it is the most exquisite ruin on earth. And yet, looking at it I was not so impressed —you may set it down to bad taste--but I was not so deeply stirred as I was at a tombstone at the foot of that abbey-the tombstone placed by Walter Scott over the grave of an old man who had served him fora good many years in his house—the in- scription most significant, and I defy any man to stand there and read it with- out tears coming into his eyes-—the epitaph: “Well done, good and faithful servant.”’ Oh, when our work is over, will it be found that because of anything we have done for God, or the church, or suffering humanity, that such an in- scription 18 appropriate for us? God grant it! Who are those who were bravest and deserved the greatest monument—Lord Claverhouse and his burly soldiers, or John Brown the Edinburgh carrier, and his wife! Mr. Atkins, the persreuted minister of Jesus Christ, in Scotlaid, was secreted by John Brown and his wife, and Claverhouse rode up one day with his armed men and shouted in front of his house, JOHN BROWN'S LITTLE GIRL came out, He said to her: “Well, miss, is Mr, Atkins here?’ She made no answer, for she could not betray the minister of the Gospel, “Hal” Claver house said, “then a are a chip of the old block, are you? I have something in my pocket tor you, It is a mnosegay. Some people cail it a thumbscrew, but | call it a nosegay.”” And he got off his ittle girl's band, and began to turn it until the bones cracked, and she cried. He said; “Don’t cry, don’t ery; this isn’t a thumbscrew; this is a And they heard the child's ory, and the and mother came out, and Claver- three have laid your holy heads together, determined to die like all the rest of your hypocritical, canting, snivelling crew; rather than give up gobd Mr, Atkins, yon would die, I have a tele scope with me that will improve your vision; and he pulled out a pistol, “Now,” he said, ‘you old pragmatic, lest you should catch cold in this cold morning of Scotland, and for the honor and safety of the king, to say nothing of the glory of God and the good of our souls, I will proceed simply and in the neatest and most expeditious style possi- ble, to blow your brains out.” JOIN BROWN FELL UPON HIS KNEES, and began to pray. ‘‘Ahl” said Claver- house, “look out, if you are going to pray, steer clear of the king, the council, and Richard Cameron,” *'O Lord,” said John Brown, *‘since it seems to be Thy will that I should leave this world for a world where I can love Thee better and serve Thee more, I put this poor widow-woman and these helpless, father- less children into Thy hands, We have been together in peace a good while, but now we must look forth to a betler meeting in heaven; and as for these poor creatures, blindfolded and infatu- ated, that stand before me, convert them before it be too late; and may they who have sat in judgment in this lonely place, on this blessed morning, upon me, a poor, defenceless fellow creature, may they in the last judgment find that mercy which they have refus- ed to me, Thy most unworthy, but faith- ful servant, Amen.” He rose up, and said: “Isabel, the hour has come of which I spoke to you on the morning when I proposed hand and heart to you; and are you willing now, for the love of God, to let medic?" She put her arms around him, and said: **The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away. Blessed be the name of the Lord!” *‘Stop that snivelling,” sald Claverhouse. *‘l have had enough of it. SOLDIERS DO YOUR WORK. Take aim! Fire!” and the head of John Brown was scattered on the ground. While the wife was gathering up in her apron the fragments of her husband’s head-—gathering them up for burial- Claverhouse looked into her face and said: “Now, my good woman, how do you feel now about your bonnie mam?" “Oh! she said, “I always thought well of him; he has been very good to me; 1 had no reason for thinking anything but well of him, and 1 think better of him now." O what a grand thing it will be in the Last Day to see God pick out His heroes and herols Who are th paupers of eternity ng the gates of heaven? The Lord Claverhouses and those who had ms and thrones, but i t rel agErana i own paupers in drums of their et woel woe! But there i heaven. Why t Why the booming o + ’ 3 ov he tower? It is CORONATION DAY IN HEAVEN, } the . i 8 { «221 1s ‘ crowns of eternal royvaity? ¥ ¥ LRNTER Who are those with must have earth, world-re They taught in a ragged school. in a ragged school! Is that all? all. Who are those son domi rising on greal poopie on nowned people, ils waving s« Why ti children who waited on mothers, That ali? That is all was called “Little Mary" on earth, She is an empress now, Who are that great multitude highest are they? of eternal ont ‘ tte on the Who Why they naked, the They never found il they put their head down chre. x] defiance it Huns on at the down on these His dear children; and one day Lord struck His hand s0 hard on sword said: od them. God lang the omnipotent He against them shall prosper.’ fights for you? 1 preach this sermon for comfort. Go home to the place just where God has put you, to PLAY THE NERO or the heroine, Do not envy any man his money, or his applause, or his social position. Do not envy any woman her wardrobe, or her exquisite appearance, Be the hero or the heroine. If there be no flour in the house, and you do not know where your children are to get thing tapping against the window-pane, Go to the window, and you will find it is the beak of 8 raven, and open the window, and there will fly in the mes senger that fed Elijah, Do you think that the God who grows the cdtton of the South will let you freeze for lek of clothes? Io you think that the God who allowed the disciples on Sabbath morning to go into the grain-tield, and then take the grain and rub it in their han 1s and eat— r * % 3 \ ’ “id aa Among Lhe heat hen, Orsl Was : . - 3M in chapters 19 az irs 2 of gay than ¥ iy Of precepis, son them re bat ' iE ide paration v1 hall be reak a Son i 3) A fitting ucoeeding service, II, THE MANNER OF JOYOUS PRAISE, famdl, Ye shall do no servile work servile work (Lev. 23 : 36 Ye shall keep a feast seven days (Num. 29 : 12). From the first day until the last day, he read in the law Neh, 8B : IR). Go up from year to vear....to keep the feast (Zech. 14 : 16). Il, Offering np Sacrifices: Seven days ve shall offer an offering by fire unto the Lord (386). Ye shall offer a burnt offering. .. he Lord Num, 20 : 13 3 unto the Lord unto your set feasts (Num, 29 : 39). They shall not appear before the Lord empty (Deut, 16 : 16). .as it is written, and offered (Ezra. 3 : 4). 11. Dwelling in Booths: Ye shall dwell in booths seven days (42). Take. ...branches of palm trees, and boughs, . .. .and willows (Lev, 23 : 40), The children of Israel should dwell in booths Neh, 8: 14). Make booths, as it is writien 8:15). All the congregation... booths (Neh. 8: 17). 1. “*Ye shall do no servile work.” (1) Deeds permitted on holy days; (2) Deeds prohibited on holy days — Toil antagonistic to devotion: (1) When it consumes holy time; (2) When it excludes holy thoughts; (3) When it mars holy services, 3. “Seven days ye shall offer an offer. ing made by fire unto the Lord.” Acceptable offerings; (1) Godward —anto the Lod; (2) Complete made by fire; (3) Continuous—each day of the feast, 3. **Ye shall rejoice before the Lord your God.” (1) Joy possessed by men; (2) Joy approved of God. [il THE PURPOSE OF JOYOUS PRAISE, 1. To Commemorate God's Mercies: That your generations may know (43), What mean ye by this service? It is co». the Lord’s passover (Exod. 12: 20, 27). this day; .. { Neh, dwell in the Remember tae ior. ths Lord brought you out (Exod. 13 : 3), They remembered not the multitude of thy mercies (Psa, 106 : 7), This do in remembrance of me (1 Cor, 11 : 24). . 11. To Exalt God's Name: 1 am the Lord your God (43). Ye shall know that 1 am Jehovah your God (Exod. 6: 7). Thou mayest know that I am the Lord (Exod. 8 : 22). Ww offereth the sacrifice of thanks. giving glorifieth me (Psa. 50 : 23). That they may... glorify your Father (Matt. 5: 16), IL To Benefit God's People: i reg ¥ » 5 "| ov ph yEic Ai Pern and the Every 1 “for cleanness, is en i. he tify them. Band ¢ wad mT 5 The une aE 1 8 . 1 il / ‘ v regard to the unblemished con Ons in # iii » e simply a carrying out of the same iti iple. In chapter 23 festivals are with tail, except in the case of the passover. The law of the Sabbath is repeated in . that of the passover in verses The regulations iu regard to the the stated more de- Dye wa NG a day of thanksgiving for the irst-fruits of the harvest, It was after- 19 and 20). In natural connection with the feast, there is a repetition of the prohibition of gleaning by the owner of a field (v. 22). The observance of the feast of trumpets is first enjoined in verses 23-25. (This was the begin- ning of the civil year.) In verses 26-32 the day of atonement is again referred to, and with the lesson about the feast of tabernacles the series closes. The place is still the camp at the foot of Mount Sinai. The time of the feast of tabernacies was near the beginning of October In our year. The time of the lgsson was during the first month, pro- bably in the latter half, of the second year in the wilderness (com. Exod. 40 : 17; Lev. 9:1; Num, 1:1). A French House Boat, A strange-looking craft is visible on the Seine just at present, says the Paris correspondent of the London Daily Telegraph, IL is moored at the little island of the Vert-Galant, close to the Pont-Neuf, and in general appearance looks like one of the ordimary river lighters, or gabares, winch carry goods through the water-waysof France, On nearer inspection, however, the gabare turns out to be a most carefully con- structed and sumptuously decorated specimen of its class of craft. It is, in fact, a well-appointed “junk,” which has been built by a rather eccentric provincial banker for himself and his family, Around its sides are iron mils and hooks for awnings, and in its inter- jor are a saloon, a dining-room, a kitchen, and, most wonderful of all, a stable and coach-house, The cabins, or rather rooms for private use, are fitted up wot only ~omfiortably, but artistically, and there is even a piano in the drawiag-room. The stables hold four horses, the animals being as com- fortable in their stalls as if they were In a big stable in a chaleau or a town house. The boat is built of iron, is of about 200 tons burthen, and can be pavigated on most of the French rivers, The cost of the craft was £2400, Its owner-— & M, Bareton—disdains rail- ways and ordinary means of locomotion. He merely uses his horses and carriages for travelling in cities and other au where his big “junk” cannot go, Where ever there is a river or a canal he jour- nays along it quite comfortably in his gabare, and enjoys fresh air and quiet away from the shriek of engines or the ing life of big “*termini.” Don't allow smoking oa your premis ges where any combustible goods or mas terials are used,