HEY. DB. TALMAGE The Eminent Brooklyn Divine's Sun. day Sermon. Sn—— falject: “God Among the Birds” Text: “Behold the fowls of the air— Matthew vi., v6. ’ / au There is silence now in all our January forests, excopt as the winds whistle throuzh the bare branches. Our northern wools are deserted concert halle, The organ lofts in the temple of nature are hymnless. Trees which were full of carol and chirp and chant are now waiting for the coming back of rich plumes and warbling voices, solos, duets, quartetes, cantatas and Te Deums, But the Bible is full of birds at all seasons, and provhets and patriots and apostles, and Christ Himself, employ them for moral and religious purposes. ¥ text is an extract from the sermon on the mount, and perhaps it was at a moment when a flock of birds flew past that Christ waved His hand toward them and said, “Behold the fowls of the air * And so in this course of sermons on Gol everywhere [ preach to you this third ser- mon concerning the Ornithology of the Bible; or, God Among the Birds, Most of the other sciences you may study or not study as you please, Use your own judgment, exercise your own taste. But ubunt this science of ornithniogy we have no option. The divine command is positive when it says in my text, *‘Benold she fowls of the air” That is, study their habite. Examine their colors. Notice their spead. See the hand of God in their construction. 1t is easy for me to obey the command of the text, for I was brought up among the race of wings and from boyhood heard their matins at sunrise and their vespers at sun- set, Their nests have been to ma a fascination, and my satisfaction is that [ never robbed one of them any more than [ would steal a