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DR. TALMAGE'S SERMON:
Other Days Lived Over.
“Thou shalt remember all the way which the
Lord thy God led thee” Deut.8: 2.
Before entering on my subject 1 wish
to say that some newspaper cCOrrespon-
dents, referring to a recent sermon In
which 1 welcomed foreign nationalities
to this country, have said that I advo-
cated as a desirable thing the inter-
marriage of the white and black races.
I'never sald so, I never thought so, and
any one who so misrepresents that ser-
mon is either a villain or a fool, perhaps
bot! ,
But to open this morning’s subject, I
have to say God in the text advises the
people to look back upon their past
history, It will do us all good to re-
hearse the scenes between this May
morning and our cradle, whether it was
rocked in country or town. A few
days ago, with my sister and brother, I
visited
THE PLACE OF MY BOYHOOD,
It was one of the most emotional and
absorbing days of my life. There
stands the old house, and as I went
through the rooms I said, *‘I could
find my way here with my eyes shut,
although I have not been here in forty |
years,” There was the sitting-room,
where a large family group every even-
ing gathered, the most of them now in
a better world, There was the old |
barn where we hunted for Easter eggs,
and the place where the horses stood,
There Is where the orchard was, only
three or four trees now left of all the
grove that once bore apples, and such
apples tool
which we rode to the watering of the
horses bareback and with a
halter.
We also visited the cemetery where
many of our kindred are waiting for
the ressurection, the old people side by |
side, after a journey together of sixty |
years, only about three years belween
the time of their going, There also
sleep the dear old neighbors who used |
There is the brook down |
i
rope
to tie their horses under the shed of the |
country meeting-house and sit at
the end of the pew, singing ‘‘Duke |
Street,”’ and *‘Balerma.’”” and‘ An-
tioch.”” Oh they were a glorious
race of men and women, wbo did their
work well, raised a splendid lot of |
boys and girls, and are now, as to their |
bodies, in silent neighborhood on earth, |
but, as to thelr eouls, in jubilant |
neighborhood before the throne of |
God, 1 feel that my journey and visit
jast week did me good, and it would
do us all good, if not In person, then in
thought, to revisit the scenes of boy-
bood or girlhood. *‘Thou shalt re-
member all the way which the Lond
thy God led thee.”
THE VALUE OF REMINISCENCES
Youth is apt too much to spend all its |
time in looking forward. Old age is
apt too much to spend all its time in
looking backward, People in middle
life and on the apex look both ways. It
would be well for us, I think, however,
to spend more time in reminiscence.
By the constitution of our nature we |
spend most of the time looking forward, |
and the vast majority of this audience |
live not so much in the present as in the |
future. I find that you mean io make |
a reputation, you mean to establish
yourself, and the advantages that you
2xpect to achieve absorb a great deal of
your time. But I see no harm in this |
ifit does not make you discontented
with the present or disqualify you for
existing duties,
It isa useful thing sometimes to look |
back, and to see the dangers we have
escaped, and to see the sorrows we
have suffered, and the trials and wan-
derings of our earthly pilgrimage, and |
to sum up our enjoyments. I mean |
this morning, so far as God may help |
me, to stir up your memory of the past, |
go that in the review you may be en-
couraged, humbled, and urged to
pray.
There is a chapel in Florence with a |
fresco by Guido. It was covered up |
with two inches of stucco until our |
American and European artists went
there, and after long toll removed the
covering and retraced the fresco. And |
I am aware that the memory of the |
past, with many of you, is all covered |
up with ten thousand obliterations,
and I propose this morning, so far as
the Lord may help me, to take away
the covering, that the old picture may
shine out again. I want to bind in one
sheaf all
YOUR PAST ADVANTAGES,
and I want to bind In another sheaf all
your past adversities. It Is a precious
harvest, and [ must be cautious how 1
swing the scythe, Among the greatest
advantages of your past life was an
early home, and its surroundings. The
bad men of the day, for the most part,
dip their heated passions out of the
boiling spring of an unhappy home,
We are not surprised to find that
Byron's heart was a concentration of
sin, when we hear his mother was
abandoned, and that she made sport of
bis infirmity, and often called him
“the lame brat.”” He who has vicious
parents has to fight every inch of his
way if he would maintain his Integ-
rity, and at last reach the home of the
good in heaven, Perhaps
YOUR EARLY HOME
was in the city. It may have been in
the days when Capal street, New
York, was far up town, and the site of
this present church was an excursion
into the country. That old house in
the city may have been demolished or
changed into stores, and it seemed like
sacrilege to you, for there was more
meaning in that plain bouse, than there
is 1p a granite mansion or a turretted
pathedral, Looking back this morning
you see it as though It were yesterday
. =the sitting room, where the loved
ones sat by the plain lamplight, the
mother at the evening stand, the
brothers and alsters, periaps long ago
gathered nto the then plotting
mischief on the floor, or under the
table, your father with a firm voice
commanding silence that lasted hall a
minute. y
Ob, those were good days! If you
had your foot hurt, your mother always
had & soothing salve to heal it. If you
were wronged in the street, your father
"was always ready tect you, The
BAT WAS Ne rou frolic und mirth.
ih trouble was like an April
shower, more sunshine than shower,
The heart had not been ransacked by
po lamb had a warmer sheepfold than
the home in which your childhood
nestled.
THE OLD FARM.
Perhaps you were brought up in the
country, You stand now to-day In
memory under the old tree. You club-
bed it for fruit that was not quite ripe
because you couldn't wait any longer.
You hear the brook rumbling along
over the pebbles, You step again into
the furrow where your father in his
shirt sleaves shouted to the lazy oxen.
You frighten the swallows from the
rafters of the barn, and take just one
egg, and silence your consclence by
saying they won’t miss it, You take a
drink again out of the very bucket
that the old well fetched up. You go
for the cows at night, and find them
wagging their heads through the bars.
Ofttimes in the dusty and busy
streets you wish you were home
again on that cool grass, or in
the rag carpeted hall of the
farmhouse, through which there
was the breath of new mown
hay or the blossom of buckwheat.
You may have in your windows now
beautiful plants and flowers brought
from across the seas, but not one of
them stirs in your soul so much charm
and memory as the old ivy and the
yellow sunflower that stood sentinel
along the garden-wall, and the forget
me-nots playing hide-and-seek ’'mid
the long grass. The father, who used
to come in sunburnt from the flelds,
and sit down on the door-sill, and
wipe the sweat from his brow, may
gone to his everlasting rest
mother, whos used to sit
the door, a little bent over,
ing with the vicissitudes of many
years, may have put down her gray
head on the pillow in the valley, but
thanked God
all
Oh,
thank
you for it? Have you
these blessed reminls-
hank God for a Christian
God for a Christian
kneel; thank God for an early Christian
home.
THE YOUNG COUPLE AT HOME.
I bring to mind another passage in
the history of your life, The day came
when you set up your own household.
ness,
ing and night and talked over your
plans for the future. The most In-
significant affair in your life became
the subject of mutual consultation and
advisement. You were 80 happy you
One day a dark cloud hovered over
your dwelling, and it got darker and
darker, but out of that cloud the shin-
ing messenger of God descended to in-
carnate an immortal spirit. Two little
created creature,
You rejoiced and you trembled at the
AN IMMORTAL TREASURE
was placed. You prayed and rejoiced,
you might lead it through life into the
There
in your earnestness There was
was an additional interest why you
the music of the child's
laughter, you were struck through with
the fact that you
mission.
Have you kept that vow? Have you
Is your
God help you to-day in your sslemn
reminiscence, and jet His mercy fall
upon your soul if your kindness has
been lll-requited, God have mercy on
face is written the story of a child's
sin! God Lave mercy on the mother
who, In addition to her other pangs,
there are many, many sounds in this
is ever heard Is the breaking
mother’s heart. Are there any here
who remember that in that home they
were unfaithful? Are there those who
wandered off from that early home and
left the mother to die with a broken
heart? Oh, I stir that reminiscence
to-day.
I find auother point in your life
history. You found one day you
were
IN THE WRONG ROAD,
You couldn’t sleep at night; there was
just one word that seemed to sob
through your banking-house, or
through your office, or through your
shop, or your bedroom, and that word
was “Eternity!” You said, *'I am not
ready for it, OU God, have mercy.”
The Lord heard. Peace came to your
heart. In the breath of the hill and
the waterfall’s dash you heard the voice
of God’s love, the clouds and the trees
hailed you with gladness; you came into
the house of God. You remember how
your hand trembled as you took up the
cup of the Communion, You remem-
ber the old minister who consecrated
it, and you remember the church offi.
clals who carried it through the aisle;
you remember the old people who at
the close of the service took your hand
in theirs in congratulating sympathy,
as much as to say, “Welcome home,
you lost prodigal}? and though those
hands are all withered away, that Com.
munion Sabbath is resurrected this
morning; it is resurrected with all its
prayers and songs and tears and ser
mons and transfiguration. Have you
kept those vows? Have you been a
backslider? God help youl This day
kneel at the foot of mercy and start
in for heaven. Start to-day as you
then. I rouse your soul by that
reminiscence,
But I must not spend any more of
my time in going over the advantages
your
great sheaf, and I wrap them up in
your memory with one loud harvest
song, such as the reapers sing. Praise
the Lord, ye blood-bought immortals
of @ar=h! Praise the Lord, ye crowned
troubles, nor had sickness broken It, and
spizits of heaven!
But some of you have not always had
a smooth life. Some of you are now
IN THE SHADOW.
Others had thelr troubles years ago; you
are a mere wreck of what you once
were, I must gather up the sorrows of
your past life; but how shall I1do iL?
You say that it 1s impossible, as you
have had so many troubles and adver-
sities. Then I will just take two, the
first trouble and the last trcuble. As
when you are walking along the street,
and there hus been music in the distance,
you unconsciously find yourselves keep-
ing step to the music, so when you
started life your very life was a musical
time-beat. The air was full of joy and
hilarity; with the bright, clear oar you
made the boat skip; you went on, and
life grew brighter until after a while
suddenly a voice from heaven sald,
“*Halt!” and quick as the sunshine you
halted; you grew pale, you confronted
your first sorrow.
You had no idea that the flush on
your child's cheek was an unhealthy
flush. You sald it can’t be anything
serious. Death in slippered feet walked
round about the cradie. You did not
hear the tread; but after a while the
truth flashed on you,
floor. Oh, If you could, with
strong, stout hand have wrenched that
child from the destroyer! You went
to your room, and you said,
“GOD SAVE MY CHILD"
ness, You sald, ‘‘I can’t bear it; I
can’t bear "it.”? You felt as if you
could pot put the long lashes over the
bright eyes. never to see them again
sparkle, Ob, if you could have taken
that little one in your arms, and with
it leaped the grave, how gladly you
would have done it! Oh, if you could
bow gladly you would have allowed
them to depart if you could only have
kept that one treasure!
But one day there arose from the
heavens a chill blast that swept over
the bedroom, and instantly ail the light
went out, and there was darkness—
thick, murky, Impenetrable, shudder-
ing darkness. But God didn’t
you there. Mercy spoke. As you touk
up the cup, and were about to put
to your lips, God said, “Let it pass,”
and forthwith, as by the band of
angels,
t
iv
ANOTHER CUP
was put into your hands; it
| cup of God’s consolation. And as you
{ have sometimes lifted the head of a
{ wounded soldier, and poured wine into
{ his lips, 80 God put his left arm un-
der your head, and with His right
{hand He poured into your lips
| wine of His comfort, and His consola~
{ tion, and you looked at the
| cradle, and looked at your broken
| heart, and you looked at the Lord's
| chastisement, and sald, *‘Even so,
was the
i sight,”
Ah, it was your first trouble.
{ did you get over iL?
{you! You have been
{ ever since. You have
| woman ever since. In the
How
God comforted
a better man
jar of
the clanging of the opening gate
{ heaven, and you felt an irresistible
| drawing heavenward. You have been
purer of mind ever since that night
| when the little one for the last time
put its arms around your neck and
said, ‘*Good night, paps; good night,
mamma. Meet mein heaven.”
But I must come on down to your
| latest sorrow. What was it? Perhaps
| it was your own sickness. The child’s
| tread on the stair, or the tick of the
the stand disturbed you.
| Through the long weary days you
counted the figures in the carpei, or
the flowers in the wallpaper. Oh, the
| weariness, the. exhaustion! Oh,
pangs! Would God it
Would God it were
jut
| watch on
the
were
abd!
morning! night!
you thanked God, that to-day, you can
in this place to hear God's name, and
erness of desolation, the sands of the
desert driving across the place which
once bloomed like the garden of God.
And Abraham mourns for Sarah at the
cave of Machpelah, Going along your
path in life, suddenly right before you
Was an open grave. People looked
down and saw it was only a few feet
deep, and a few feet wide, but
TO YOU IT WAS A CAVERN
down which went all your hopes and
all your expectations. But cheer up in
the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, the
Comforter. He is not going to forsake
you. Did the Lord take that child out
of your arms? Why, He 1s going to
shelter it better than you could, He
1s going to array it in a white robe, and
with palm branch it will be all ready
to greet you at your coming home.
Blessed the broken heart that Jesus
heals. Blessed the Iimportunate cry
that Jesus compassionates, Blessed
the weeping eye from which the seft
hand of Jesus wipes away the tear.
I was sailing down the St. John
River, Canada, which is the Rhine and
the Hudson commingled in one scene
of beauty and grandeur, and while ]
was on the deck of the steamer a gen-
tleman pointed out to me the places of
interest. and he said, **All this Is inter.
val land, and it 1s the richest land in
all the provinces of New Drunswick
and Nova Scotia,”
“What,” said I, ‘‘do you mean by
interval land ?'? *Well,”” he said, *‘this
water, and the water leaves a rich
deposit, and when the waters are gone
the harvest springs up, and there is the
grandest harvest that was ever reaped.”
| And I instantly thought, *'it is not the
heights of the church and it is not the
| heights of this world that is the scene
| of the greatest prosperity, but the soul
| over which the floods of sorrow have
eone, the soul over which the freshets
SUNDAY SCHOOL LESSON,
: BUNDAY MAY 2, 1590,
Jesus Betrayed.
LESSON TEXT.
(Mark M4 : 43-04. Memory verses, 45.50
LESSON PLAN.
Toric or one Quintin
ishing His Work.
Gores Texr ror rae Quarter: [1
have glorified thee on the earth, having
accomplished the work which thou hast
give n me to do, John 17 : 4. i
Jesus Fin-
Liessox Toro : Betrayed al
Friend,
by
3
Act of Betrayal, vs, |
{
bie Accompaniments |
of Betrayal, vs, 46-02,
5, The Result of Betraya
ve, 53, 0
LESROX OUTLINE
GorLovexs Text:
Son of man with a kiss?
Detrayest thou the
Dany Home Reapines
M Mark 14 : 43-5
a friend
T.—Matt.
parallel] HArrative
Betrayed by
LESSON
ANALYSIS
THE ACT OF
. The Leader:
While hq
ne of the twels
yields the greatest fruits of righteous-
| Biess God that your soul is interval
| land!
CONTRASTED REMINISCENCES,
jut these reminiscences reach only
| to this morning. There will yel be
one more point of tremendous remiois-
| cence, and that is the last hour of life,
when we have to look over all our past
existence, What a moment that will
I place Napoleon's dying remin-
iscence on Helena Mrs,
Judson's dying reminiscence in the har.
bor Helena, the same island,
twenty years after. Napoleon's dying
reminiscence was one of delirium,
“Head of the army.” Mrs. Judson's
{ dying reminiscence, as sie came Lome
| from her missionary toil and her life
i of self-sacrifice for God, dying in the
cabin of the ship in the harbor of St
“I always did love the
Lord Jesus Christ,’ And then, the
historian says, she fell into a sound
sleep for an hour, and woke amid the
songs of angels.
I place the dying reminiscence
Augustus Cesar against the dying
miniscence of the Apostle Paul
bel
ot. beside
ff ut
Of D%.
| Helena, was,
of
Te
The
tive, and he said, “Why, then,
| you applaud me?”
miniscence of Paul
“1 have fought
have kept the
there Is laid up for
of righteousness, which
the righteous Judge, will give me in
The dying
he Apostle was,
a good
faith;
me
the
them that iove fis appearing.” Au
gustus Cesar died amid pomp and great
surroundings. Paul uttered his dying
reminiscence looking through a
wall of a dungeon. God grant that our
last hour may be the closing of a use-
ful life, and the opening of a glorious
{ eternity.
up
- ae
Let Us Help One Another.
help, and to ask God's forgiveness?
Bless the Lord who healeth all our dis-
eases, and redeemeth our lives from
FINANCIAL EMBARRASSMENT.
I congratulate some of you
idence~—everything you put your hands
to seems to turn lo gold.
are others of you who are on the ship
on which Paul sailed, where two seas
indorsement, or by a conjunction of
or a senseless panle, you have been
flung headlong, and where you once
dispensed great charities, now it is hard
work to make the two ends meet,
for your days of prosperity, and that
through your trials some of you have
made investments which will continue
after the last bank of this world has
exploded, and the silver and gold are
molten in the fires of a burning world?
Have you, amid all yous losses and dis-
coursgements, forgotten that there was
bread on your table this morning, and
that there shall be a shelter for your
head from the storm, and there is air
tor your lungs, and blood for your
heart, and light for your eye, and a
glad and glorious and triumphant
religion for your soul? Perhaps your
last trouble was
A BEREAVEMENT,
That heart which in childhood was your
refuge, the parental heart, and which
has been a source of the quickest sym-
pathy ever since, has suddenly become
silent forever, and now sometimes,
whenever in sudden annoyance and
without deliberation you say, **I will go
and tell mother,” the thought flashes on
u, “I have no mother;” or the father,
with volce less tender, but as staunch
and earnest and loving as ever, watchful
of all your ways exultant over your suc-
cess withous saying much, although the
old people do talk it over by themselves,
his trembling hand on that staff which
you now as a family relic, his
memory med In grateful hearts, is
taken away forever.
Or, there was your companion in life,
sharer of your joys and sorrows, taken,
leaving, the heart an old ®iln, where
the winds blow over a wide wild.
Some ong
thoughts in beantiful words
tle sentence, We do not
athe but the mx
written on every heart and stamp d in
Ove ry nx mary .
«It should be the golde n rule prac.
ticed not only in every household but
| throughout the world.
has written some beantifal
on thi lit
sow who the
nience should
| another we not only remove the thorns
from the pathway, and anxiety from
the mind, but we feel a sense of plea-
sure in our own hearts knowing we are
doing a duty to our fellow creature. A
| helping hand or an encouraging word is
no loss to ns, yet it is a benefit to
others. Who has not felt the power of
this little sentence?
with some task that ie burdensome, to
a kind voice whispering:
help you!” What stren
What hope created!
deavoring to strengthen the weak, and
smoothly on, and the fount of bitter
ness yield sweet waters; and He whose
willing hand is ever willing to aid us,
will reward our humble endeavors, and
every good deed will be as “bread cast
upon the waters,”
Douches for Catarrh
A word more about douches in ca-
tarrh: Nn one ought to resort to them
unless advised by a physician, and in
cold weather one must be extremely
cautious in their use, They should
under all circumstances be blood warm,
and for several hours after employing
them the person should remain in a
comfortably warm room, otherwise he
is quite certain to suffer from ‘‘a cold
in the head.”
“Ir must be awfully nice to owna
yacht,” sald Mrs, Knowlittle, “You
ean go to Europe then without having
to pay the enormous prices these trans-
atlantic lines ask."
Lurvens of introduction are net al
ways successful to get a man into pociety
any more than elegant obituaries to get
a man into heaven.
has
., Resistance:
{f them
4
servant « { the
26 : 51
Put up again thy sword i
{ Matt. 26 : 53).
Lord, shall we smite with the
{Luke 22 : 49),
Then would my servants fight, that I |
should not be delivered (John 18 : 36). |
111. Panic:
They all left him, and fled (50).
All the disciples left him, and fled
(Matt. 26 56). i
He left the linen cloth, and fled naked |
{Mark 14 : 532). i
Peter followed afar off (Luke 22 : 54).
They went backward, and fell to the |
ground (John 18 : 6). |
1. “They laid hands on him, and took
him.” (1) An innocent victim; (2) |
A base throng; (3) A rade arrest.
2. “Ome of them that stood by drew
his sword.” (1) Righteous indigna-
tion; (2) Prompt resistance; (3) Mis- |
directed zeal.
8. “They all left him, and fled.” (1)
The deserted Christ; (2) The terri- |
fied disciples; The trinmphant mob.
1
i
til. THE RESULTS OF BETRAYAL,
They led Jesus away to the high
priest (53).
They. ...led him away to the house of
Cainphas (Matt. 26 : 57).
The whole council songht false witness
against Jesus (Matt. 26 : 59).
The whole council. . . delivered him up
to Pilate (Mark 15 : 1).
And Pilate gave sentence that what they
asked for should be done (Luke
23 : WH).
1. The Council Convened:
There came together. . . chief priests
«+. «8oribes (53),
The scribes and the elders were gather.
ed together (Matt. 26 : 57).
The whole council, held a consultrtion,
and bound Jesus (Mark 15 : 1
The whole company of them. . . . brought
him before Bilate (Luke 23:1).
Their voices prevailed (Luke 23 : 28),
11. Peter in Peril:
Peter. ... was sitting with the officers
BA).
eter. entered in, and sat with the
officers, to see the end (Matt. 26 ; 58).
in the court
Poter was sitting withou
Deter fat in the midst of them (Luke
(Matt. 26 : 69),
20 : bh.
A certain maid. . , .eaid, This man also
was with him (Luke 22 : 56).
1. “They led Jesus away to the high
priest.” (1) A prejudiced Jude; (2%
A submissive prisoner (8) A gloating
throng. —Jesns led (1) Ostensibly
for trial; (2) Actually for sacrifice.
2. “Peter had followed him afar off.’
(13 Too devoted to desert; (8) Tor
fearful to adhere
4. “He was sitting with the officers.’
(1) In a dangerous place; (2) Ina
suspicious attitude; (3) With ques
tionable companions. —(1) His pos-
ture; (2) His place; (3) His purpose
(4) His companions; (5) His fall
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LESSON BIBLE READING
HISTORY OF THE BETRAYAL.
11:
The arrest desired (John 7: 30
573.
Action feared (Matt, 21
18
: 46 : Mark 1]
(Matt. 26-14-16
proposition
Mark 14: 10, 11)
I'he plot perfected (Matt, 26 : 4 7
£) 3
dy ded Je
The opportunity
The
5
(John 18 : 1
(Matt 250
approach
4-5
token
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LESSON SURROUX
§ .¥ ws 8 oy 9
Of ripe attainmer
teacher at the
YEAS,
and 244
Ald one
While Bobert Weir's work was somes
what formal in style, it was nevertho
less vigorous and was always popular,
He was nota great producer, his proe
of large works which are now preserved,
like the “Embarkation of the Pilgrims”
of the Washington eapitol, in public
throughout the country. He
Lentze, having painted, like him. many
in early American history.
Indeed, with the death of Robert
its career. Other methods are
literature have been banished altogether
When the revival
subjects,
as it must in due time, the full effect of
Weir's example and his precepts will be
appreciated.
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Mysteries of the Toilet.
A softly shaded room, Oriental per.
fumes, a velvety carpet, shelves covered
with dainty boxes and bottles of all
sizes, and a delicate faced lady 1n black,
with a lace hood worn in a picturesque
style round her face. This is the scene
that greets the visitor to Mme, du B.,
in Bond street, London. Mme. da B.
makes women more beautiful The
Indy rises, smiles pleasantly and ex-
plains that in spite of the air of Orien-
talism that surrounds her she is only a
Nineteenth century beautifier. Mme.
du B. never uses testimonials or names.
Ladies have no need to fear that they
will meet their enemy when they come
to buy their complexion cream or eye-
brow Is. is an inner room
soreened off by Indian curtains, into
which they can retire. Ladies are nat-
urally mysterious on the toilet question,
and “though they are generally friend.
ly and frank with me,” said madame,
“they frequently don't tell me who
they are.” She had just succeeded,
says a London woman wriler, in con.
yerting a lady who came back from
A in with a terribly senlaraot face
into a hfidsowe woman.