IR. TALMAGES SERMON, The Brooklyn Divine’s Sunday Sermon. Suahject ; “Power of Testimony" TexT: “We are witnesses "Acts iil, 15. In the days of G Stephenson, the perfector of tho locomotive i the sol. entists pro conclusively that a railway train could never be driven by steam power sucocessiuily and without peril; but the yushing express trains from Liverpool to Edinburgh and from Edinburgh to London, have made all the nations witnesses of the splendid achievement. Machinists and navigators proved conclusively that a steamer could never cross the Atlantic Ocean: but no sooner had they successfully proved the impossibility of such an under. taking than the work was done, and the pas- sangers on the Cunard and the Inman and the National and the White Star lines are ‘witnesses. There went up a guffaw of wise Isughter at Professor Morse's propostiiun to inake the lightning of heaven errand boy, and it was proved conclusively that the thing could never be done; but now all the news of the wide world, by Associated Press ps in your hands every morning and night, as made all nations witnesses, So in the time of Christ it was conclusively that it was impossible for Him to wise from the dead. It was shown logically that when a man was dead he was dead, and the heart and ths liver and the | having roved fhg™ Or the little child came home from school with the hot fever that stoppel not for tha agonized prayer or for the skillful physician, and the little child was taken. Or the babe was lifted out of your arms by some quick epidemic, and you stood wonderin why God ever gave you that child at all, so soon He was to take it way, And yet you are not repining, you are not fretful, you are not fighting against God. What enabled you to stand all the trial? Oh” you say, ‘I took the medicine that God gave my sick soul. In my dis tress I threw m at the feet of a sym- Juthising God; and when 1 was too weak pray, or to look up, He breathed into me a peace that I think must be the foretaste of that heaven where thero is neither a tear, nor a farewell, nor a grave” Come, all ye who have been out to the ve to weep there—coms, all ye comfo souls, get up off your knees. Is there no power in this Gospel to soothe the heart?! Is there no power in this religion to quiet the worst paroxysm of grief? There cones up an an- swer from comforted widowhood, and and ohildlessness, saying: “Ay, Ry. we are witnesses!" { When a man has trouble the world comes fn and says: “Now get your mind off this; out and breathe the fresh air; plunge soper into business.” What poor advice! Get your mind off. it! When everything is upturned with the bereavement and every- thing reminds you of what you have lost. Get yous mind off it! They might as well advise you to stop thinking. You cannot stop thinking, and you cannot stop thinking in that direction. Taks a walk in the fresh alr! Why, slong that very street or that very road she once accompanied you. Out of that grass plat she plucked flowers or into that show window she looked, fas- would be ond all power of friction | or arousal. They showed it to be an absolute | absurdity that the dead Christ should ever wet up alive; but no sooner had the oved | this than the dead Christ arose, bo fy dis- |