REV DR. TALKAGES SERMON. The Brooklyn Divine's Bunday Sermon. Subject: “A Poor Investment » {(Proached at Topeka, Kan.) “wy fF Text: Yo have sold yourselves fam paught' and ye shall be redeemed without money. "Isaiah il, 5 The Lord aople had gone headlonz § #in, and asa punishment they had bee ied captive to Babylon, They fou: sity did not pay, Cyrus seized MT Oa a 1 @ the peosie of the text, sold on { ong either so youar- leads have besa the flesh, and the J paid up, aught.” f over to the soma adequate com. heard the great t ior a man, and he ba. hundred and fifty it will be horses and is ‘esort and jolly com. par . To get he parts with his ki aical health by overwork. He parts ith his conscience, He parts with much pomestic enjoyment. He parts with oppor unities for literary culture. He parts with his soul. And so he makes over his entire nature to the world, He does it in four installments. He pays down the first installment, and one-fourth of Lis nature is gone. He paysdown the second installment, and one-half of his nature is one. He pays down the third installment, nd three-quarters of his nature are gone, 1 after many years have gone by he pays down the fourth installment, and lo! his en. tire nature is gone. Then he comes up to the world and says: ‘Good morning. I have delivered to you the goods, 1 have passed over £0 you my body, my mind and my soul, and { bave come now to collect the two bun- dred and fifty thous:nd dollars.” “Two bundred and fifty thousand dollars? says the world. ‘What do you mean?’ “Well” you say, “I come to collect the money you owe me, and I expect you to fulfili your part of the contract.” ‘‘But,” says the world, I have failed. Iam bankrupt. I cannot pos. gibly pay that debt. I have not for a long time expected to pay it.” “Wall” you then #ay, ‘give me back the goods.” “Dh, no,” gays the world, “theyareall gone. I cannot give them back to you” And there #tand on the confines of eternity, your spirit. ual character staggering under consideration t "you have sold yourself for naugh . I tell you the world isa liar. It does not om ives It is a cheat, and it hing it can put its hands on. gus world Its a six-thousand- year-old swindle. Even if it pays the two pandred and ty thousand dollars for which you contracted, it pays them in bonds that will not be wor anything in a little while. Just asa man may pay down ten thousand dollars in hard cash and got for it worthless scrip—so the world passes over to you the two hundred and fifty thousand dollars in that shape which will not be worth | afarthing to you a thousandth part of a sec- | ond after you are dead. “Oh,” you say, *'it will help to bury me, anyhow™ Oh, my Stother! you need not worry about that. @ world will bury you soon enough from sanitary considerations. Post mortem emoluments ars of no use to you. The treasures of this world will not current in the future world, and if ail wealth of the Bank of England were put in the pocket of your shroud and you in the midst of the Jordan of death were asked to pay three cents for your ferriage, you could do it. comes a moment in your existence beyond which all earthly values fail, and many a man has wakened up in such a time to find that he has sold out for eternity and has nothing to show for it. I should as soon think of going to Chatham street to buy silk pocket handkerchiefs with 80 cotton in them, as to go to this world ex- ng to find any permanent happiness. It as deceived and deluded every man who has every put his trust in it. History tells us of one who resolved that be would have all his senses gratified at one and the sarue time, and he expended thou. sands of dollars on each sense. He entered a room, and there were the first musicians of himsel hn gone, Liat the th 1 pictures Iascinating his eye, and there were costly aromatics regaling his postrils, and there were the richest meats and wines and fruits and confections pleasing the appetite, and there was a soft couch of sinful indul. gence on which he reclined, and the man de. ciared afterwurd that he week of such enjoyment, even though he lost hissoul by it! Ah! that was the rub! He did lose bis soul by it! Cyrus the conqueror thought for a little while that he was mak. ing a fine thing out of this world, and yet before he came to his grave he wrote out this ritiful epitaph for his monument: *I am Cyrus, 1 occupied the Persian empire. 1 was king over Asia. Be sme not this monument.” Bat the world in after Years plowed up his sepulcher. The world clapped its hands and stamped its feet in honor of Charles Lamb; but what does he say? “I walk up and down, think- ing I am happy, but feeling I am not.” Call the roll, or be quick aboutit. Samuel Johnson, the learned! Happy? *'No. lam afraid I shall some day get erazy.”. Wik iam Hazlitt, the Jroat emayist! Happy? “No. Ihave been for two hours and a half going up and down Paternoster row with a volcano in my breast.” Smollet, the witty suthor! Happy? ‘No. [am sick of praise and blame, and [ wish to God that had such circumstances around me that I could throw my pen into oblivion.” Buchanan, the world renowned writer, exiled from his own country, appealing to Henry VIII tor protection! H ?! “No. Over moun- tains coverad with snow, and through val. loys flooded with rain, | come a fugitive.” Moliere, the Ropuler dramatic author! Hap- py! “No, t wretch of an actor just now recited four of my lines without the proper accent and To have the ren of my brain so hung, drawn and quartered tortures me likes a condemned I went to see a worldling die. As I went into the hall I saw its floor was amilinged, and its wall was a picture gallery, If his death chamber adorned wita tapestry until it seemed as if the clouds of the settin sun had settled fn the room. The man gives forty years to the world—his wit his £ 10 ha tried_this world, 1g it yo ve a y portion? Would Jour friends to make the Ye have sold yourselves i ence went. Your hope out Your | Bile woah. © Your heaven moat: our God | went. hen a sheriff under & writ from the courts sells a man out the officer gener. ally leaves a fow chairs and a bad, and a few cups and knives; but in this awful vendue in which you have been engaged the auction- ear’s mallet has coms down un body, wind and soul—going! gons! “Ye have sold yourse.ves for naught” How could you do so? Did you think that your soul was a mare trinket which for a few | pennies you could buy in a toy saop? Did you think that your soul, i onze los, { might be found amin if vou want out with torches and lanterns? Did you think taat your soul was short lived, ani that panting, you would soon He down for extination? Or had you no idea want v { was worth? Did you ever put your cars on ila ras pa Hav i y JL ver Hava vo 100 Kaowa ion tl ot € t ¥ Varss, wi my oO § { bave sold ! Butl haves want to enzgee sry of that soul « i that y to pr { got a decree from the High | of Heaven reinsta You in the 1 of your soul. “0a.” vousay, *ls i of lawsuits: they are so ax; not pay the cost, Then have you forgotia the inst half of my text? “Ye ha Hh yourselves for naught; and ye shall be re deamad without money.” Money is good for a great many things, | but it cannot do anything in the matter of {| the soul. You cannot buy your way through, | Dollars and poun is steriing mean nothing at | the gate of mercy. If you could buy your salvation, heaven would be a great spacula. tion, an extension of Wall street. Bad men wouid go up and buy out the placa ani leave us to shift for ourseives. But as Honey is not a lawful tendsr, what is? I will answer, Blood! Whnoose! Are we to go through the slaughter? Ob, no; it wauts richer blood than ours. It wants a king's blood. It must be poured from royal arteries It must be a sinless torrent. ut where is | tis king? great many thrones and a greal many occupants, yet none seem to be come ing down to the rescas. Bat after awhile the clock of night in Betalehem strikes 13, aad the silver pendulum of a star swings aorowm thesky, and [ ssa ths King of Heaven rising up, and He descands sad stops dowa from | star to star, and from cloud to cloud, lower i and lower, uatil He touches the shesp ev. i ered hills, and thea oa to another hil , this last skull shapad, and thers at the sharp i stroke of persecution, a rill incaraadins | trickles down, and we who could mot be { redeemed by monev areredeemad by precious { and imperial blood. We have in this day professal Christians { who are so rarsfisd anl etherealizsl that | they do not want a religion of blood, Whaat | Le? You seen to want relig.on | 4 The Bible says, “la the blood is No atoasmat withoat blool 108 the apostls to know? What dt are roles nod not with sor. as sliver and goid, bus scious bioxl of Carist.™ ou put yvansive » “Yo oh by ths | it a mere corpse, fit only for the grave, Way did God command the priests of old to strike the knife into the kid, ani the goat, and the pigeon, and ths ballock, and tha lamb® It was 80 that whoa the blood rushed out from these animals on the floor of the ansieat tabernacle the people should be compaliel to think of the coming carnage of the Son of God. No blood, no atonement, I think that God intenisd to impress us with a vividoess of that color, The greea of the the blus of the sky, would not have startled ani arvused as {ike this deep crimson. It is as if God had maid: “Now, sinner, wake up and see what the Baviour endured for you. This is not water. This is not wine. This fs blood. It is the blood of My Bon. It is the blood of the immaca- late. It is the blood of God." Without the shedding of blood is no remission. Thers bean many a man who, ia courts of law, has pleaded “not gulity.,” who nevertheless has been condemned becauss thers was blood found on his hands or blood found in his the die Unless you let the saorifics of our stead you yourself must It is either Christ's blood or your | You must believe in the bloo or a Jesus gony suflfor, blond, ] says some one, "ths thought of Good. God inten iad it | to sicken you with your sin. Do not act as i i though you had nothing to do with that Cal- | | varian massacre. You had. Your sins wears the imnlements torture Those ime plements wore not made of stesl and iron jand wood so much as out of your seins i Guilty of this homicide, and this regicids, and this daicids, confess your guilt to-day, i Ten thousand voices of heaven bring in the { verdict against you of guilty, guiity! Pre. | pare to die or believe in that blood. Stretch | yourself out for the sacrifios or accept the Da not fling away your of | Baviour’s sacrifice. i ane enanos, { [It seams to me ss if all heaven wore try- | ing to bid in your soul. The first bid it makes | is the tears of Christ at the tonb of Lazy | rus, but that is not a high enough price | The next bid heaven makes is the sweat of Gethsemane, but it is too cheap a prios. The naxt bid heaven makes seoms to be the | whipped back of Pllate’s hall, but it is not a | high enough price. Can it be ible that heaven cannot buy you in? eaven tries once more. Itsays: “I bid this time for that man's soul the tortures of Christ's mar. tyrdom, the blood on His temple, the blood on His cheek, the blood on His chin, the blood on His hand, the blood on His side, the blood on His knea, the blood on His foot—the blood in drops, the blood in rills, the blood in poois coagulated beneath the cross; the blood that wet the tips of the soldiers’ the blood that plashed warm in the face of His enemies.” Glory to God, that bid wins it! The high. est price that was ever pid for anythiag was paid for your soul. Nothing could buy it but blood! The property is brought back, Take it. “You have sold yourself for naught; and ye shall be re. pes i] ite saving by hs ssnotif 's givi ox y- ing blood, gloritying bloot of Jesus! Whay ‘Durst into tears at the thought that for thee He shed it—for thee the hard hearted, for thee the lost? “No,” says some one; “I will have noth. Ing 10 Jo Wish it excopt that, like the ete. mies of Christ, I put bath ny hands into thet carnage and scoop up palms fall, and throw it on my head and ery, “His blood be on us and on our children” Can a shoo! thing as that?! Just across your brow t is the the Son of You are who come you the Father, God the Son and | Holy Ghost, They unite their thres omnipotences tn ons move nent fof your sale | vation, You will pot take wv arms against the triune God, will you? Is Shere b muscle our arm for such a combat? thrones in heaven, and by the you not like to be free? For the price of your liberation —aot money, 5, blood, I tremble from heal to foot, not be. cause I fear your presence, but because [ fear that you will miss your chanoe for im- mortal rescue. This is the alteraative divinely put, “Hae that believeth oa the Son shall have everlasting li’e; and ho that bee Lisveth not on tha Son shall not ens lifts, but the wrath of Gol abideta on hin” In the nat dav, if you now reject Christ, every drop of that sacridaial bins i, instead of pleading for your releases as it won d have peaded if you had repented, will grainst you. O Lord God of the julzmont dav? | Saat calamity § quics fs tus scimoter that slaves ths gia bu (#0 avert tae OMS YeLrs , sori on Basel, and vesaal got in tas Dreakers and nz to pisos f'eW up s i ple on # aad the pus out thoy saw ranl of distra "3 F them, They They crue on ani | poor sallors, aimost exhauste }, nz j tale; and so afraid wars the boatman give un before they winm they gave then thres rounds of and cried: *‘Hold on, thers! hold on! i Alter awhile the boat cama uo. boathook 3 POO- in a thin ny dieboat, BAR cin te vy you. into tha boat the shore, » Cho g UNow," says the eaplain, Pall away now, pull! wople on the land Thay sald: long the boat stays. Why, it been swamped ani they have all parished together.” And thare were mon ani wo- men on the pler hay i sand on the beach wring. ing their hands; and while they waite! and watched they saw so nething loo ning up lifeboat. As soon as it cans within speak. ing distance the psople on ths shors cried out: *“‘Did you save any of them? Did you save any of them™ And as the boat swept lor head the captain wavel his hand over exhausted sailors that lay flat oa the bot tom of the boat and oried: Thank God! All saved Bo it may be to-day The waves of your sin run high, the storm ls on you. but [ cheer you with this Gospal hops. God grant that within the next ten miautes we may row with you into the harbor of Gal's mercy, And when thess Christian men gather around to see the result of this service and the lorifled gathering on ths pier { “All saved! hoads of saven to wateh and to listen, may we be able to report all saved! Young and old, good and bad! All saved! Baved for ti Baved for eternity. “And so it came to pam that they all escaped sale to land.” -——— ne, An Embarrassing Situation. Here is a little story Reid that is going the re The re is it is not nece abut Whitelaw wands of th 1g in Paris for a great man gince the wits are them to or not, oe clubs, a sav RATY 10 make bonmots, gure to make and attribute Whether it is this is the case itor of the Zribune has not had the reputation of a wit, since his appoint- ment as Minister to France, he has beeen quoted as the author of some of the most delightfully clever of speeches, as this, for example: He was intro. duced the other day to a very beauti- ful woman, whose name he did not catch, but who filled him with sdmir- ation by her ripe and rosy loveliness, While they were conversing s lower- ing-faced man passed by whom Reid knew well, but knew nothing to his credit; who, in fact, he heartily dislik- ed, and feeling his presence jar upon the amiability of his mood, he exclaim- ed, in an undiplomatic impulse: “Now there is a man [ loath.” His handsome and “But that is and Heid answered, calmly, cried, husband |” sharply, ing of a hair, « him.” And that is why 1 loath pert—————— Killed a Rattler with Her Tin Pall. Mrs, Frank Keen, of Chichester. with a rattlesnake recently will probably remember during remainder of her life. She was pick- ing raspberries in her garden when she suddenly heard a peculiar rattling noise. She continued her work for a minute or two, when she again heard the same noise nearer by, accompanied by an ominous hiss, and, glancing into the bushes close at hand, she saw a big rattlesnake already coiled and about to spring at her, Mrs. Keen had a large tin pail partly filled with raspberries in her hand, and without a moment's hesitation she let the snake have a taste of the berries and the big pail at the same time. The pail must have fallen with a terrific whack on the reptile’s head, for when Mrs. Keen went closer to examine into the injuries done to her pail, as well as to how the snake liked its berry bath, she found the head had been nearly severed from the body. Mrs. Keen says she feels assured the snake would not have attacked her if she had kept a respectable distance from its quar- ters. The snake measured four feet in length and had nine rattles. I A AHA +} A Distinguished Huntress Coming. Among the guests at a dow i.town hotel was Countess Maria Edle von Ameline, who arrived here on the Bel- gic from India. The Countess has been traveling for the past three years, and for the past year has been amusing herself by hunting tigers and other large game in the jungles of India. The Countess is but 35 years of age, is worth a million or more, and carries with her diamonds and jewels of great price. She left last night for the Yo. semite, where she will sojourn for a Jedk or longer.—8an Francisco Chron. A recent English invention is 8 ma- chine which bends tubes without the necessity of filling them with some yield ing material to preserve an accurate section, SEE 2 Ea risk A farmer in the Cherokee nation was | sentenced recently to im ment in the a and Wo RE for A mana —————— DIET EXERCISE AND MEDICINE, Brain Workers Aro Often Mislod as to sthe Physical Exercise They Require, A—— i ITalf the secret of life, we are por- | suaded, is to know we rown old, and it is the half ardly I warned, It is Ie h Y ed, mo; when wre most wdly Curt cover I'l Lo repalr rous diet, Laer muci the the glow of exuberant hi alth, which COCs from a body i y continuous is not favorable to | The exercise such men need is | the exercise that rests, not that which | They need to wash their brains | been lying idle while the head worked. Nor is itonly to this class of labor- ing humanity that the advice to take | exercise needs reservations. The time | of violent delights soon passes, and | the efforts to protract it beyond its | Some men, through nature | or the accident of fortune, will, of course, be able to keep touch of it | longer than others; but when once the gain it can add but sorrow to the labor. Of this our makes a cardinal point; but, pertinent as hi may } do tor 8 Warning . Indes 1, $03 4 n $ ford Bid ie 3 1 ¢ 4 i: 0 he old, i wih hie HAS DUIIMAaruy compo 8 efi vile, it by men v it is more ater pr riod ne. The is vel 0re periinent to nt arv. that most pestile ties, the bicy 3 +. or whatso- ever its sccursed name may be. Elder. ly men, he says, should eschew this unnatural mode of progression. Most ! cordially we hope that this warning is | superfluous. The spectacle of an old | man, writhing in the ungainly contor- | tions necessary to the proper manage- | ment of this “agonizing wheel,” were, | indeed, one to make angels weep. | evel We | have ouselves no great passion for see- | ing even the young take their exercise | in this fashion. They had far better | trust to their own legs, if a horse is beyond their means. No doubt they can cover more ground that way, and | to do the most possible in the shortest | possible space of time appears to be | one of the necessities of the age. But the coun- | £ good enough | serve their | insane ca- | The former as well as body; but | the pleasant sights and | r fair English landscape do | ung Titans enjoy, as they go | staggering try-walk that was found yur forefathers will sons’ turn better than this of all on, With deaf Ears and labor