DE. TALMAGE'S SERMON. SUNDAY'S DISCOURSE BY THE NOTED DIVINE. Subject: "A Glorious Rest"—This World's Wealth Can Give No Permanent Sat isfaction—lt is Only in Heaven That Surecuse From Sorrow Cornea. TEXT: "Arise ye, nnd depart; for this is cot your rest."—Micali 2: 10. This was the drum-beat ol ft prophet who wanted to rouse Ills people from their oppressed nud sinful condition; but It may hist ns properly be uttered now HS then. Dells, by long exposure and much rinsing, )o'_ their clearness of tone; but this rous ing bell of the Gospel strikes In as clear a tone as when it first rang on the air. As far as 1 can see, your great want and mine is rest. From the time wo enter life, it great many vexations and annoyances take after us. Wo have our holidays and our seasons of recreation and quiet, but where is the man in this world who has iound entire rest? The fact is that God did not make this world to rest in. A ship ■night as well go down ofT Cape Hatteras to llnd smooth water as a man in this world lo find quiet. From the way that God has strewn the thorns, and hung the clouds, nnd sharpened the tusks; from the colds that distress us, and the heats that smite us, and the pleurisies that stab us, and the fevers that consume us, I know that He did not make this world as a place to loiter in. God does everything successfully; and this world would be very different if It were intended for us to lounge in. It does right well for a few years. Indeed, it is magnificent! Nothing but inllnite wisdom nnd goodness could have mixed this bev erage of water, or hung up these brackets of stars, or trained these voices of rill, nnd bird, and ocean—so that God lias but to lift His hand, and the whole world breaks forth into orchestra. But after all, it is only the splondors of a king's high way, over which we are to march onto eternal conquests. You and I have seen men who tried to rest here. They bullded themselves great stores. They gathered around them the patronage of merchant princes. The voice of their bid shook the money markets. They bad stock in the most successful rail roads. and in safe-deposit vaults great rolls of Government securities. They had emblazoned carriages, high-mettled steeds, footmen, plate that coufounled lords and senators who sat at their table, tapestry on which floated the richest designs of foreign looms, splendor of canvas on the walls, ex quisitenessof music rising among pedestals of bronze, and dropping, soft as light, on mow of sculpture. Here let them rest. X'ut back the embroidered curtain, and bh*ke up the pillow of down. Turn out the lights. It is eleveD o'clock at night. Let slumber drop upon tho eyelids, and the «ir float through the half-opened lattice, drowsy with mid-summer perfume. Stand back, all care, anxiety and trouble! But no! thev will not stand back. They rattle the lattice. They look under the canopy. With rough touch they startle his pulses. They cry out at twelve o'clock at night, "Awake, man; how can you sleep when things ate so uncertain? What about those stocks? Hark to the tap of that flre-bell: it is your district! How if you should die soon? Awake, man! Think of it! Who will get your property when ycu are gone? What will they do with it? Wake up! liiches sometimes take wings. How if you should get ]K>or? Wake up!" Rising on one elbow, the man of fortune looks out into the darkness of the room, and wipes the dampness from his forehead and says, "Alas! For all this scene of wealth and magnificence—no rest!" 1 passed down a street of a city with a merchant. He knew all the finest houses on the street. He said, "There is some thing the matter in all these houses. In that one it is conjugal infelicity. It that one, a dissipated son. In that, a disso lute father. In that, an Idiot child. In that, th_ prospect of bankruptcy." This world's wealth can give no permanent sat isfaction. This is not your rest. You and I have seen men try in another direction. A man says, "If I could onlv rise to such and such a place of renown; if I could only gain tbat office; if I eould oaly get the stand and have my senti ments met with one good round of hand clapping applause; if I could only write a bote that would live, or make a speech that would thrill, or do an aetiou that would resound!" The tide turns in his favor. His name is on ten thousand lips. He fs bowed to. 6ought after and ad vanced. Men drink his health at great I dinners. At his flery words the multitudes / huzza! From galleries of beauty they I throw garlands. From housetops as he passes in long procession, they shake out the national standards. Let him rest. It is flleven o'clock at night. On pillows stuffed with a nation's praise let him lie down. Hush! all dlsturbant voices. Iu his dream let there be hoisted a throne, and across it march a coronation. Hush! Hush! "Wake up!" says a rough voice. "Politi cal sentiment is changing. How If you should lose this place of honor! Wake up! The morning papers are to be full of de nunciation. Hearken to the execrations of those wh.i once caressed you. By to morrow night there will be multitudes sneering at the words which last night you expected would be universally admired. How can you sleep when everything de pends upon the next turn of the great tragedy? Up man! Off of this pillow!" The man, with head yet hot from his last oration, starts upsuddeniy, looks out upon the night, but sees nothing except the llowers, which lie upon his stand, or the scroll from which he read his speech, or the books from which he quoted his authori ties, and goes to his desk to finish his neg lected correspondence, or to pen an Indig nant line to some reporter, or sketch the plan of a public defense against the assaults of the people. Happy when he got his first lawyer's brief; exultant when he triumphed over his first political rival; yet sitting on the very top of all that this world offers of praise, he exclaims: "No rest! no restl" The very world that now applauds will foon hiss. That world said of the great Webster, "What a statement! What won derful exposition of the Constitution! A man fit for any positionl" That same world said, after awhfle. "Down with him! He is an office-seeker. He Is a sot. He Is a libertine. Away with him!" And there Is no peace for the man until be lays down his broken heart In the grave at Marsh- Held. While Charles Matthews was per forming in London, before immense audi ences, one day a worn-out and gloomy man came into n doctor's shop, saying, "Doc tor, what oan you do for me?" The doctor i-xamined his easy and said, "My advice is tliat you go and see Charles Matthews." "Alas! Alas!" said the man,"l myself am Charles Matthews." Jeffrey thought that If ho could only be judge, that would be the making If him; got to be judge, and mrsed the day in which he was born. Alexander wanted to submerge the world with bis greatness; submerged it, and then drank himself to death because he could tiot stand the trouble. Burns thought he would give everything if he could win tho favor of courts nnd princes; won It, and ainld the shouts of a great entertainment, «"hen poets, nnd orators, and duchesses were adoring his genius, wished that he jould creep back into the obscurity in which he dwelt on the day wten he wrote of tho "Daisy, wee modest, crimson-tipped ltower." :N:ipoleon wanted to make all Europe trem- Me at his power; made it tremble, then filed, his entire military achievements dwindling down to a pair of military boots which he Insisted on having on his feet when dying. At Versailles I saw a picture it Napoleon In his triumphs. I went Into nnotber room and saw a buat of Napoleon as he appeared at St. Helena; but oh, what rrlef and anguish In the face the latter) I'he first was Napoleon In triumph, the last was Napoleon with his heart broken. Hon they laughed and cried when silver-tongued Sheridan, in the mid-day of prosperity, harangued the people of Britain; and ho\4 they howled at and exeorated him when, outside of the room where his corpse lay, his creditors tried to get his miserable bonea and sell them. This world for rest? "Aha!" ory the waters, "no rest here—we plunge to th« sea." "Aha!" cry the mountains, "no rest here—we crumble to the plain." "Alia!" cry the towers, "no rest nere—we follow Babylon, and Thebes, and Nineveh into the dust." No rest for the flowers; they fade. No rest for ttoe stars; they die. No rest for man; he must work, toll, suffer, and slave. Now, for what have I said all this? Just to prepare you for the text* "Arise ye and depart; for this Is not your rest." I am going to make you a grand offer. Some of you remember that when gold was discov ered in California, Urge companies were made up and started off to get their for tune, and a year ago for the srißie purpose hundreds dared tne cold of Alaska. To day I want to make up a party for the land of God. I hold in my hand a deod from the Proprietor of the estate, In which He offers to all who will join the company ten thou sand shares of infinite value, in a city whose streets are gold, whose harps are gold, whose crowns are gold. You have read of the Crusaders—how that many thousands of them went to conquer the Holy Sepulchre. I ask you to join a grand er crusade—not for the purpose of conquer ing the sepulchre of a dead Christ, but for the purpose of reaching the throne of a living Jesus. When an army Is to be mads up, the recruiting officer examines the vol unteers; he tests their eyeslnht; he sounds their lungs; he measures their stature; they must be just right, or they are rejected. But there shall be no partiality in making up this army of Christ. Whatever your moral or physical stature, whatever your dissipations, whatever your crimes, what ever your weaknesses, I have a commis sion from the Lord Almighty to make up this regiment of redeemed BOUIS, and I cry, "Arise ye, and depart; for this is not your rest." Many of you have lately joined this company, and my desire is that you all may join It. Why not? You know In your own hearts' experience that what I have said about this world Is true— that it is no place to rest in. There are hundreds here weary—oh, how weary— weary with sin; weary with trouble; weary with bereavement. Some of you have been pierced through and through. You carry the scars of a score of conflicts, In which you have bled at every pore; and you sigh, "Oh, that I had the wings of a dove, that I might fly away and be at restl" You have taken the cup of this world's pleasures and drunk It to the dregs, and still tho thirst claws at your tongue, and the fever strikes to your brain. You have chased Pleasure through every valley, by every stream, amid every brightness, nnd under every shadow; but just at t'ue moment when you were all ready to put your hand upon the rosy, laughing sylph of the wood, she turned upon you with tho glare of a (lend and the eye of a satyr, her locks adders, and her breath the chill damp of a grave. Out of Jesus Christ no rest. No voice to silence the storm. No light to kindle the darkness. No dry dock to repair the split bulwark. Thank God, I can tell you something better. If there is no rest on earth, there is rest in Heaven. Oh, ye who are worn out with work, your lianas calloused, your backs bent, your eyes hair put out, your fingers worn with the needle, that in this world vou may never lay down; ye dis couraged ones, who have been waging a hand-to-hand fight for bread; ye to whom the night brings little rest and the morning more drudgery—oh, ye of the weary hand, and the weary side, and the weary foot, hears me talk about rest! Look at that company of enthroned ones. It cannot be that those bright ones ever tolled? Yes! yes! These packed the Chi nese tea-boxes, and through missionary In struction escaped Into glory. These swelt ered or Southern plantations, and ono night, after the cotton-picking, went up as white as if they had never l>een black. Those died of overtoil in the Lowell carpet factories, and these In Manchester mills; those helped build the Pyramids, and these broke away from work on the day Christ was bounded out of Jerusalem. No more towers to build; Heaven Is done. No more garments to weave; the robes are finished. No more harvest to raise; the garners are full. Oh, sons and daughters of toll! arise ye and depnrt. for that is your rest. Scoville McCallum, a boy of ray Sunday school, while dying, said to his mother, "Don't ery, but sing, sing: "'There Is rest for tho weary. There is rest for the weary.' Then putting bis wasted hand over his heart, lie said, "There is rest for me." But there are some of you who want to hear about the land where they never have nny heart-breaks and no graves are dug. Where are your father and mother? The most of you are orpbnns. I look around, and where I see one man who has parents living I see ten who are orphans. Where are your children? Where I see one family circle tbat is unbroken, I see three or four that have been desolated. One lamb gone out of this fold; one flower plucked from that garland; one golden link broken'from tbat chain; here a bright light put out, and there another, and yonder another. With such griefs how are you to rest? Will thtfre ever be a power that can attune that silent voice or kindle the lustre of that closeS eye, or put spring and dance Into that little foot? When we bank up the dust over the dead, is thesodneverto be broken? Is the cemetery to hear no sound but the tire of the hearse wheel, or the tap of the hell at the gate as the long processions come in with their awful burdens of grief? Is the bottom of the grave gravel and the top dust? No! no! no! The tomb is only a plftce where we wrap our robes about us for a pleasant nap on our way home. The swellings of Jordan will only wash off the dust of the way. From the topokf the grave we catch a glimpse of the towers glinted with the sun that never sets. into that rest how many loved ones have gone! Some put down the work of mid life, feeling they could hardly be spared from the store or shop for a day, but are to be spared from It forever. Some went In old age. One came tottering on his staff, and used to sit at the foot of the pulpit, his wrinkled face radiant with the light that falls from the throne of God. Another having lived n life of Christian consistency here, ever busy with kindnesses for her children, her heart full of that meek and quiet spirit that is in the sight of God of great price, suddenly her countenance was transfigured, and the gate was opened, and she took her place amid that great cloud of witnesses that hover about the throne! Glorious consolation! They are not dead. You cannot make me believe they are dead. They have only moved on. With more love than that wltn whioh they greeted us on earth, watch us from their high place, and their"voices cheer us in our struggle for the sky. Hail, spirits blessed! now that ye have passed the flood and won the crown. With wearv feet we press up the shining way, until in everlast ing reunion wo shall meet again. Ohl won't it be grand when, our conflicts done and our partings over, we shall clasp hunds, and cry out, "This Is Heaven?" By the thrones of your departed kindred, by their gentle hearts, and the tenderness and love with which they call you from the >kies, I beg you start on the high road to heaven. In the everlasting rest may we all meet. One of the old writers wished he could have seeu three things: Rome in its pros perity; Paul preaching; Christ In the body. I have three wishes: First—To see Christ In glory, sur.-ounded by His redeemed. Second—To see Christ in glory, surrounded by His redeemed. Third —To see Christ la glory, surrounded by His redeemed. When on my new fledged wings I rise, 1 To tread those shores beyond the skies, I'll run through every golden street, And ask each blissful soul I meet— Where is the God whose praise ve sing? 'Ol lead me. stranger, to your King. A TEMPERANCE COLUMN. THE DRINK EVIL MADE MANIFEST IN MANY WAYS. Conquer Yourself-- Alcoholism the 8co —ze of France—lt* Effects Upon the Peo ple's Social Life—lnsanity and Crime Ave on the Increase. it's no use to grumble and sigh, It's no use to worry and fret, It's useless to groan or to cry, Or fling yourself down in a pet. You'll never be wise or be great. If you bluster like bees when they swnrm; 'Tis folly your woes to berate, And pitch like a ship in a storm. Don't get in a tantrum and shout When obstacles rise In your path. And don't—let me beg of you—pout, By way of displaying your wruth; Don't butt out your brains just to spite Some fancied injustice of Fate, For time will set everything right, Ii you only have patience to wait. The blustering wind cannot chill The lake, though he ruffles its face. But the frost, with Its presence so still, Locks it fast in a silent embrace. So you may win same beyond price, Anil conquer the world with its pelf. If you will only heed this advice, And first learn to conquer yourself. Alcoholism In France. Tho baneful Influence of drunkenness on the people of France is vividly portrayed in the following extract from a book pub lished a few years ago by a close student of social conditions in that country. The author savs: "The gruat dark cloud on the horizon Is alcoholism. Doubtless its Influence is felt on all classes of society; but it is, above all, the scourge of the people. It is a scourge of recent date [ln France], one that has appeared In the last thirty or forty years. Alcoholism is a cosmopolite. It can be assigned to no native land. It has become acclimated a little everywhere. Since through heredity It line entered the blood and marrow of the people, and has spread ullko in country and city, it has alarmed, first, physicians and lawyers, and, little by little, all thinkers. The race Is stricken in a vital spot. Hospitals. Insane asylums, a id prisons give dally evidence of Its prog ress." In some countries it is easier to count those who are not than those who are addicted to alcoholism. Add to this that what is now drunk is radically differ ent from whnt was drunk in old times. It is not in the domain of ideas only that our age has discovered fraud. Its material as well as its moral sustenance Is poisoned. The future is poisoned, and coming gen erations are doomed to blight, insanity and crime. The consequences of alcoholism economic, hygienic, moral, political and social—can never be calculated. Of nine tenths of the ruin, disease, accidents, crimes, fanaticism and popular disturb ances we can truly exclaim, 'The cause is alcohol.' "Alcoholism ravages the youth of tho people to a frightful extent. There is hardly a form of amusement without It. It disturbs and destroys healthful pleas ures; It prevents physical culture; it neutralizes the effects of social meetings where good fellowship and relaxation are sought. Every meeting, every excursion, no matter whnt Its object, runs the risk of ending in a drinking bout. Manners become coarse, and talk and songs brutal. What hope can there be In the future for a youth given over to alcohol? A demo cracy rests on the good sense of the people, on the wisdom and energy of Its citizens, on the spirit of order, cf work, of economy. For all these things one can tremble as long as absinthe and brandy [favorite drinks in France) gain ground. They are the barbarians In our midst."—Sacred Heart Review. The Cost of One Drlnlt. Some men are so made that the mere taste of liquor will kindle in them a raging thirst for more. A doctor and his friend were once talk ing together In front of a saloon when a master mechanic, a manof amiable and ex cellent character, a first-class workman, full of business, with an interesting family, respected by everybody, and bidding fair to be one of the leading men of the city, came up to them and laughingly said: ■"Well, I have just done what I never did before in my life." . "Ah, what was that?" "Why, Mr. has owned me a bill fur work for a long time and I dunned him for the money till I was tired, but a minute agol caught him out here, and asked him for the money. 'Well,' he said, 'l'll pay it to you if you'll step in here and get a drink with me.' 'No,' said I, *1 never drink—never drank in my life.' 'Well,' lie replied, 'do as you please; if you won't drink with me,l won't pay your bill—tliat'j all!' But I told him I could not do that. However, finding he would not pay tlie bill, rather than lose the money, I just went in and got the drink." And he laughed at the strange occurrence as he concluded. As soon as he had finished the story, the physician's companion, an old, discreet, shrewd man, turned to him, and in a most impressive tone, said: "Sir, that was the dearest drink that ever crossed your Hps, and the worst bill you ever collected." And terribly did time verify that predic tion. In less than twelve months he was a confirmed, disgraced sot, a vagabond in society, a curse to those who loved him, u loathing and a shame wherever he went. At last he died a horrible death in an in firmary from a disease produced solely by intoxication. Temperance a Physiological Necessity. The influence of all drugs which affect the nervous system must be in the diree : tion of disintegration. The healthy mind stands in clear and normal relations with nature. It feels pain as pain. It feels ao tion as pleasure. The drug which con ceals pain or gives false pleasure when pleasure does not exist forces a lie upon the nervous system. The drug which dis poses to reverie rather than to work, which makes us feel woli when we are not well, destroyes the sanity of life. All stimu lants, narcotics, tonics which affect the nervous system in whatever way reduce the truthfulness of sensation, thought, and action. Toward insanity all such influences lead; and their effect, slight though it be, is of the same nature as mania. The man who would see clearly, think truthfully, and act effectively must avoid them all. Emergency aside, be can not safely force upon bis nervous system even the smallest falsehood. And here liesthe one great un answerable argument for total abstinence; not abstinence from alcohol alone, but from all nerve poisons and emotionul ex cesses.—Professor D. S. Jordan, In The Topular Science Monthly. Temperance News and Notes. Temperance ii tho handmaid of religion. There are evils other than drink. But drink is the evil that opens the door for < many others. Were the disposition to Indulge in "treat ing" eliminated, the drink problem would be less serious. Under present conditions of life In this country, liquor is the most persistent and insidious foe of the home. Read temperance literature. Let the children be educated on the subject. Life's problem Is for them later on. If they be temperate they will have a better chance of reaching the right solution. The saloon is sometimes called the "working man's club." The name fits closely in some ways. Many of the men seen coming out of saloons look as though somebody had been clubbing them pretty effectually. . The Campflre. "Men build fires in various places to eook their coftee by or to make themselves warm or for company's sake," said a Civil War veteran, "and any fire is likely to be more or less a gathering point, but I suppose that ihe fire to which the name of camp fire properly belongs, the campflre of song and story, is the cook's fire at the end of the company street; built on the ground, under a pole supported at the ends by crotohed sticks driven in the earth, and from which the camp kettles are suspended. This was the gathering point of the company. "Men did not always staud about the campflre, it depended upon cir cumstances and on the weather. They met here, of course, at meal times,' and there were times when men would stand around the fire and smoke and talk. And then it might be that the men would keep their tents, playing cards, or smoking there, or mending their clothes, or polishing up their ac coutrements. So that there were times when the fire was quite desert ed, or when, perhaps, there might be seen there a solitary figure, a man who had come to light bis pipe. "But though it might be deserted the fire still burned. Sometimes on cold and windy nights the wind would blow it about and scatter it, and sometimes, when it was no longer attended, the rain would put it out, black, but there was usually a living fire there by day and a bed of embers by night, and here was the soldier's hearthstone. —Now York Sun. Not Good For tlie Boys. The officer shook his head. "I think," he said, "that sweets of that sort are not good for the boys. That kind of a diet gets them out of condition. Of course, we are very grateful to you for remembering us, but I really think it would be a seri ous mistake to let the boys have them." "But what shall I do with all that I have brought them?" asked the visitor to the camp. "Um—well—ah—er you might leave it at the officers' quarters, you know."—Chicago Post. 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