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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 14139 ***
+
+NEW TABERNACLE SERMONS
+BY
+T. DE WITT TALMAGE, D.D.
+
+AUTHOR OF
+"_CRUMBS SWEPT UP_," "_THE ABOMINATIONS OF MODERN SOCIETY_," etc.
+
+Delivered in the Brooklyn Tabernacle.
+
+VOL. I
+
+NEW YORK:
+GEORGE MUNRO, PUBLISHER,
+17 TO 27 VANDEWATER STREET.
+1886.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: T. De Witt Talmage]
+
+
+ _Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1885, by_
+ GEORGE MUNRO, _in the Office of the Librarian of Congress,
+ Washington, D.C._
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+ PAGE
+ BRAWN AND MUSCLE 7
+ THE PLEIADES AND ORION 21
+ THE QUEEN'S VISIT 34
+ VICARIOUS SUFFERING 45
+ POSTHUMOUS OPPORTUNITY 59
+ THE LORD'S RAZOR 72
+ WINDOWS TOWARD JERUSALEM 83
+ STORMED AND TAKEN 95
+ ALL THE WORLD AKIN 108
+ A MOMENTOUS QUEST 119
+ THE GREAT ASSIZE 134
+ THE ROAD TO THE CITY 147
+ THE RANSOMLESS 158
+ THE THREE GROUPS 171
+ THE INSIGNIFICANT 184
+ THE THREE RINGS 197
+ HOW HE CAME TO SAY IT 209
+ CASTLE JESUS 221
+ STRIPPING THE SLAIN 233
+ SOLD OUT 246
+ SUMMER TEMPTATIONS 259
+ THE BANISHED QUEEN 274
+ THE DAY WE LIVE IN 285
+ CAPITAL AND LABOR 297
+ DESPOTISM OF THE NEEDLE 311
+ TOBACCO AND OPIUM 325
+ WHY ARE SATAN AND SIN PERMITTED? 339
+
+
+
+
+BRAWN AND MUSCLE.
+
+ "And Samson went down to Timnath."--JUDGES xiv: 1.
+
+
+There are two sides to the character of Samson. The one phase of his
+life, if followed into the particulars, would administer to the
+grotesque and the mirthful; but there is a phase of his character
+fraught with lessons of solemn and eternal import. To these graver
+lessons we devote our morning sermon.
+
+This giant no doubt in early life gave evidences of what he was to be.
+It is almost always so. There were two Napoleons--the boy Napoleon and
+the man Napoleon--but both alike; two Howards--the boy Howard and the
+man Howard--but both alike; two Samsons--the boy Samson and the man
+Samson--but both alike. This giant was no doubt the hero of the
+playground, and nothing could stand before his exhibitions of youthful
+prowess. At eighteen years of age he was betrothed to the daughter of
+a Philistine. Going down toward Timnath, a lion came out upon him,
+and, although this young giant was weaponless, he seized the monster
+by the long mane and shook him as a hungry hound shakes a March hare,
+and made his bones crack, and left him by the wayside bleeding under
+the smiting of his fist and the grinding heft of his heel.
+
+There he stands, looming up above other men, a mountain of flesh, his
+arms bunched with muscle that can lift the gate of a city, taking an
+attitude defiant of everything. His hair had never been cut, and it
+rolled down in seven great plaits over his shoulders, adding to his
+bulk, fierceness, and terror. The Philistines want to conquer him, and
+therefore they must find out where the secret of his strength lies.
+
+There is a dissolute woman living in the valley of Sorek by the name
+of Delilah. They appoint her the agent in the case. The Philistines
+are secreted in the same building, and then Delilah goes to work and
+coaxes Samson to tell what is the secret of his strength. "Well," he
+says, "if you should take seven green withes such as they fasten wild
+beasts with and put them around me I should be perfectly powerless."
+So she binds him with the seven green withes. Then she claps her hands
+and says: "They come--the Philistines!" and he walks out as though
+they were no impediment. She coaxes him again, and says: "Now tell me
+the secret of this great strength?" and he replies: "If you should
+take some ropes that have never been used and tie me with them I
+should be just like other men." She ties him with the ropes, claps her
+hands, and shouts: "They come--the Philistines!" He walks out as
+easily as he did before--not a single obstruction. She coaxes him
+again, and he says: "Now, if you should take these seven long plaits
+of hair, and by this house-loom weave them into a web, I could not get
+away." So the house-loom is rolled up, and the shuttle flies backward
+and forward and the long plaits of hair are woven into a web. Then she
+claps her hands, and says: "They come--the Philistines!" He walks out
+as easily as he did before, dragging a part of the loom with him.
+
+But after awhile she persuades him to tell the truth. He says: "If you
+should take a razor or shears and cut off this long hair, I should be
+powerless and in the hands of my enemies." Samson sleeps, and that she
+may not wake him up during the process of shearing, help is called in.
+You know that the barbers of the East have such a skillful way of
+manipulating the head to this very day that, instead of waking up a
+sleeping man, they will put a man wide awake sound asleep. I hear the
+blades of the shears grinding against each other, and I see the long
+locks falling off. The shears or razor accomplishes what green withes
+and new ropes and house-loom could not do. Suddenly she claps her
+hands, and says: "The Philistines be upon thee, Samson!" He rouses up
+with a struggle, but his strength is all gone. He is in the hands of
+his enemies.
+
+I hear the groan of the giant as they take his eyes out, and then I
+see him staggering on in his blindness, feeling his way as he goes on
+toward Gaza. The prison door is open, and the giant is thrust in. He
+sits down and puts his hands on the mill-crank, which, with exhausting
+horizontal motion, goes day after day, week after week, month after
+month--work, work, work! The consternation of the world in captivity,
+his locks shorn, his eyes punctured, grinding corn in Gaza!
+
+I. First of all, behold in this giant of the text that physical power
+is not always an index of moral power. He was a huge man--the lion
+found it out, and the three thousand men whom he slew found it out;
+yet he was the subject of petty revenges and out-gianted by low
+passion. I am far from throwing any discredit upon physical stamina.
+There are those who seem to have great admiration for delicacy and
+sickliness of constitution. I never could see any glory in weak nerves
+or sick headache. Whatever effort in our day is made to make the men
+and women more robust should have the favor of every good citizen as
+well as of every Christian. Gymnastics may be positively religious.
+
+Good people sometimes ascribe to a wicked heart what they ought to
+ascribe to a slow liver. The body and the soul are such near neighbors
+that they often catch each other's diseases. Those who never saw a
+sick day, and who, like Hercules, show the giant in the cradle, have
+more to answer for than those who are the subjects of life-long
+infirmities. He who can lift twice as much as you can, and walk twice
+as far, and work twice as long, will have a double account to meet in
+the judgment.
+
+How often it is that you do not find physical energy indicative of
+spiritual power! If a clear head is worth more than one dizzy with
+perpetual vertigo--if muscles with the play of health in them are
+worth more than those drawn up in chronic "rheumatics"--if an eye
+quick to catch passing objects is better than one with vision dim and
+uncertain--then God will require of us efficiency just in proportion
+to what he has given us. Physical energy ought to be a type of moral
+power. We ought to have as good digestion of truth as we have capacity
+to assimilate food. Our spiritual hearing ought to be as good as our
+physical hearing. Our spiritual taste ought to be as clear as our
+tongue. Samsons in body, we ought to be giants in moral power.
+
+But while you find a great many men who realize that they ought to use
+their money aright, and use their intelligence aright, how few men you
+find aware of the fact that they ought to use their physical organism
+aright! With every thump of the heart there is something saying,
+"Work! work!" and, lest we should complain that we have no tools to
+work with, God gives us our hands and feet, with every knuckle, and
+with every joint, and with every muscle saying to us, "Lay hold and do
+something."
+
+But how often it is that men with physical strength do not serve
+Christ! They are like a ship full manned and full rigged, capable of
+vast tonnage, able to endure all stress of weather, yet swinging idly
+at the docks, when these men ought to be crossing and recrossing the
+great ocean of human suffering and sin with God's supplies of mercy.
+How often it is that physical strength is used in doing positive
+damage, or in luxurious ease, when, with sleeves rolled up and bronzed
+bosom, fearless of the shafts of opposition, it ought to be laying
+hold with all its might, and tugging away to lift up this sunken wreck
+of a world.
+
+It is a most shameful fact that much of the business of the Church and
+of the world must be done by those comparatively invalid. Richard
+Baxter, by reason of his diseases, all his days sitting in the door of
+the tomb, yet writing more than a hundred volumes, and sending out an
+influence for God that will endure as long as the "Saints' Everlasting
+Rest." Edward Payson, never knowing a well day, yet how he preached,
+and how he wrote, helping thousands of dying souls like himself to
+swim in a sea of glory! And Robert M'Cheyne, a walking skeleton, yet
+you know what he did in Dundee, and how he shook Scotland with zeal
+for God. Philip Doddridge, advised by his friends, because of his
+illness, not to enter the ministry, yet you know what he did for the
+"rise and progress of religion" in the Church and in the world.
+
+Wilberforce was told by his doctors that he could not live a
+fortnight, yet at that very time entering upon philanthropic
+enterprises that demanded the greatest endurance and persistence.
+Robert Hall, suffering excruciations, so that often in his pulpit
+while preaching he would stop and lie down on a sofa, then getting up
+again to preach about heaven until the glories of the celestial city
+dropped on the multitude, doing more work, perhaps, than almost any
+well man in his day.
+
+Oh, how often it is that men with great physical endurance are not as
+great in moral and spiritual stature! While there are achievements for
+those who are bent all their days with sickness--achievements of
+patience, achievements of Christian endurance--I call upon men of
+health to-day, men of muscle, men of nerve, men of physical power, to
+devote themselves to the Lord. Giants in body, you ought to be giants
+in soul.
+
+II. Behold also, in the story of my text, illustration of the fact of
+the damage that strength can do if it be misguided. It seems to me
+that this man spent a great deal of his time in doing evil--this
+Samson of my text. To pay a bet which he had lost by guessing of his
+riddle he robs and kills thirty people. He was not only gigantic in
+strength, but gigantic in mischief, and a type of those men in all
+ages of the world who, powerful in body or mind, or any faculty of
+social position or wealth, have used their strength for iniquitous
+purposes.
+
+It is not the small, weak men of the day who do the damage. These
+small men who go swearing and loafing about your stores and shops and
+banking-houses, assailing Christ and the Bible and the Church--they do
+not do the damage. They have no influence. They are vermin that you
+crush with your foot. But it is the giants of the day, the misguided
+giants, giants in physical power, or giants in mental acumen, or
+giants in social position, or giants in wealth, who do the damage.
+
+The men with sharp pens that stab religion and throw their poison all
+through our literature; the men who use the power of wealth to
+sanction iniquity, and bribe justice, and make truth and honor bow to
+their golden scepter.
+
+Misguided giants--look out for them! In the middle and the latter part
+of the last century no doubt there were thousands of men in Paris and
+Edinburgh and London who hated God and blasphemed the name of the
+Almighty; but they did but little mischief--they were small men,
+insignificant men. Yet there were giants in those days.
+
+Who can calculate the soul-havoc of a Rousseau, going on with a very
+enthusiasm of iniquity, with fiery imagination seizing upon all the
+impulsive natures of his day? or David Hume, who employed his life as
+a spider employs its summer, in spinning out silken webs to trap the
+unwary? or Voltaire, the most learned man of his day, marshaling a
+great host of skeptics, and leading them out in the dark land of
+infidelity? or Gibbon, who showed an uncontrollable grudge against
+religion in his history of one of the most fascinating periods of the
+world's existence--the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire--a book in
+which, with all the splendors of his genius, he magnified the errors
+of Christian disciples, while, with a sparseness of notice that never
+can be forgiven, he treated of the Christian heroes of whom the world
+was not worthy?
+
+Oh, men of stout physical health, men of great mental stature, men of
+high social position, men of great power of any sort, I want you to
+understand your power, and I want you to know that that power devoted
+to God will be a crown on earth, to you typical of a crown in heaven;
+but misguided, bedraggled in sin, administrative of evil, God will
+thunder against you with His condemnation in the day when millionaire
+and pauper, master and slave, king and subject, shall stand side by
+side in the judgment, and money-bags, and judicial ermine, and royal
+robe shall be riven with the lightnings.
+
+Behold also, how a giant may be slain of a woman. Delilah started the
+train of circumstances that pulled down the temple of Dagon about
+Samson's ears. And tens of thousands of giants have gone down to death
+and hell through the same impure fascinations. It seems to me that it
+is high time that pulpit and platform and printing-press speak out
+against the impurities of modern society. Fastidiousness and Prudery
+say: "Better not speak--you will rouse up adverse criticism; you will
+make worse what you want to make better; better deal in glittering
+generalities; the subject is too delicate for polite ears." But there
+comes a voice from heaven overpowering the mincing sentimentalities of
+the day, saying: "Cry aloud, spare not, lift up thy voice like a
+trumpet, and show my people their transgressions and the house of
+Jacob their sins."
+
+The trouble is that when people write or speak upon this theme they
+are apt to cover it up with the graces of belles-lettres, so that the
+crime is made attractive instead of repulsive. Lord Byron in "Don
+Juan" adorns this crime until it smiles like a May queen. Michelet,
+the great French writer, covers it up with bewitching rhetoric until
+it glows like the rising sun, when it ought to be made loathsome as a
+small-pox hospital. There are to-day influences abroad which, if
+unresisted by the pulpit and the printing-press, will turn New York
+and Brooklyn into Sodom and Gomorrah, fit only for the storm of fire
+and brimstone that whelmed the cities of the plain.
+
+You who are seated in your Christian homes, compassed by moral and
+religious restraints, do not realize the gulf of iniquity that bounds
+you on the north and the south and the east and the west. While I
+speak there are tens of thousands of men and women going over the
+awful plunge of an impure life; and while I cry to God for mercy upon
+their souls, I call upon you to marshal in the defense of your homes,
+your Church and your nation. There is a banqueting hall that you have
+never heard described. You know all about the feast of Ahasuerus,
+where a thousand lords sat. You know all about Belshazzar's carousal,
+where the blood of the murdered king spurted into the faces of the
+banqueters. You may know of the scene of riot and wassail, when there
+was set before Esopus one dish of food that cost $400,000. But I speak
+now of a different banqueting hall. Its roof is fretted with fire. Its
+floor is tesselated with fire. Its chalices are chased with fire. Its
+song is a song of fire. Its walls are buttresses of fire. Solomon
+refers to it when he says: "Her guests are in the depths of hell."
+
+Our American communities are suffering from the gospel of Free
+Loveism, which, fifteen or twenty years ago, was preached on the
+platform and in some of the churches of this country. I charge upon
+Free Loveism that it has blighted innumerable homes, and that it has
+sent innumerable souls to ruin. Free Loveism is bestial; it is
+worse--it is infernal! It has furnished this land with about one
+thousand divorces annually. In one county in the State of Indiana it
+furnished eleven divorces in one day before dinner. It has roused up
+elopements, North, South, East, and West. You can hardly take up a
+paper but you read of an elopement. As far as I can understand the
+doctrine of Free Loveism it is this: That every man ought to have
+somebody else's wife, and every wife somebody else's husband. They do
+not like our Christian organization of society, and I wish they would
+all elope, the wretches of one sex taking the wretches of the other,
+and start to-morrow morning for the great Sahara Desert, until the
+simoom shall sweep seven feet of sand all over them, and not one
+passing caravan for the next five hundred years bring back one
+miserable bone of their carcasses! Free Loveism! It is the
+double-distilled extract of nux vomica, ratsbane, and adder's tongue.
+Never until society goes back to the old Bible, and hears its eulogy
+of purity and its anathema of uncleanness--never until then will this
+evil be extirpated.
+
+IV. Behold also in this giant of the text and in the giant of our own
+century that great physical power must crumble and expire. The Samson
+of the text long ago went away. He fought the lion. He fought the
+Philistines. He could fight anything, but death was too much for him.
+He may have required a longer grave and a broader grave; but the tomb
+nevertheless was his terminus.
+
+If, then, we are to be compelled to go out of this world, where are we
+to go to? This body and soul must soon part. What shall be the destiny
+of the former I know--dust to dust. But what shall be the destiny of
+the latter? Shall it rise into the companionship of the white-robed,
+whose sins Christ has slain? or will it go down among the unbelieving,
+who tried to gain the world and save their souls, but were swindled
+out of both? Blessed be God, we have a Champion! He is so styled in
+the Bible: A Champion who has conquered death and hell, and he is
+ready to fight all our battles from the first to the last. "Who is
+this that cometh from Edom, with dyed garments from Bozrah, mighty to
+save?" If we follow in the wake of that Champion death has no power
+and the grave no victory. The worst man trusting in Him shall have his
+dying pangs alleviated and his future illumined.
+
+V. In the light of this subject I want to call your attention to a
+fact which may not have been rightly considered by five men in this
+house, and that is the fact that we must be brought into judgment for
+the employment of our physical organism. Shoulder, brain, hand,
+foot--we must answer in judgment for the use we have made of them.
+Have they been used for the elevation of society or for its
+depression? In proportion as our arm is strong and our step elastic
+will our account at last be intensified. Thousands of sermons are
+preached to invalids. I preach this sermon this morning to stout men
+and healthful women. We must give to God an account for the right use
+of this physical organism.
+
+These invalids have comparatively little to account for, perhaps. They
+could not lift twenty pounds. They could not walk half a mile without
+sitting down to rest. In the preparation of this subject I have said
+to myself, how shall I account to God in judgment for the use of a
+body which never knew one moment of real sickness? Rising up in
+judgment, standing beside the men and women who had only little
+physical energy, and yet consumed that energy in a conflagration of
+religious enthusiasm, how will we feel abashed!
+
+Oh, men of the strong arm and the stout heart, what use are you making
+of your physical forces? Will you be able to stand the test of that
+day when we must answer for the use of every talent, whether it were a
+physical energy, or a mental acumen, or a spiritual power?
+
+The day approaches, and I see one who in this world was an invalid,
+and as she stands before the throne of God to answer she says, "I was
+sick all my days. I had but very little strength, but I did as well as
+I could in being kind to those who were more sick and more
+suffering." And Christ will say, "Well done, faithful servant."
+
+And then a little child will stand before the throne, and she will
+say, "On earth I had a curvature of the spine, and I was very weak,
+and I was very sick; but I used to gather flowers out of the wild-wood
+and bring them to my sick mother, and she was comforted when she saw
+the sweet flowers out of the wild-wood. I didn't do much, but I did
+something." And Christ shall say, as He takes her up in His arm and
+kisses her, "Well done, well done, faithful servant; enter thou into
+the joy of thy Lord."
+
+What, then, will be said to us--we to whom the Lord gave physical
+strength and continuous health? Hark! it thunders again. The judgment!
+the judgment!
+
+I said to an old Scotch minister, who was one of the best friends I
+ever had, "Doctor, did you ever know Robert Pollock, the Scotch poet,
+who wrote 'The Course of Time'?" "Oh, yes," he replied, "I knew him
+well; I was his classmate." And then the doctor went on to tell me how
+that the writing of "The Course of Time" exhausted the health of
+Robert Pollock, and he expired. It seems as if no man could have such
+a glimpse of the day for which all other days were made as Robert
+Pollock had, and long survive that glimpse. In the description of that
+day he says, among other things:
+
+ "Begin the woe, ye woods, and tell it to the doleful winds
+ And doleful winds wail to the howling hills,
+ And howling hills mourn to the dismal vales,
+ And dismal vales sigh to the sorrowing brooks,
+ And sorrowing brooks weep to the weeping stream,
+ And weeping stream awake the groaning deep;
+ Ye heavens, great archway of the universe, put sack-cloth on;
+ And ocean, robe thyself in garb of widowhood,
+ And gather all thy waves into a groan, and utter it.
+ Long, loud, deep, piercing, dolorous, immense.
+ The occasion asks it, Nature dies, and angels come to lay
+ her in her grave."
+
+What Robert Pollock saw in poetic dream, you and I will see in
+positive reality--the judgment! the judgment!
+
+
+
+
+THE PLEIADES AND ORION.
+
+ "Seek Him that maketh the Seven Stars and Orion."--AMOS. v. 8
+
+
+A country farmer wrote this text--Amos of Tekoa. He plowed the earth
+and threshed the grain by a new threshing-machine just invented, as
+formerly the cattle trod out the grain. He gathered the fruit of the
+sycamore-tree, and scarified it with an iron comb just before it was
+getting ripe, as it was necessary and customary in that way to take
+from it the bitterness. He was the son of a poor shepherd, and
+stuttered; but before the stammering rustic the Philistines, and
+Syrians, and Phoenicians, and Moabites, and Ammonites, and Edomites,
+and Israelites trembled.
+
+Moses was a law-giver, Daniel was a prince, Isaiah a courtier, and
+David a king; but Amos, the author of my text, was a peasant, and, as
+might be supposed, nearly all his parallelisms are pastoral, his
+prophecy full of the odor of new-mown hay, and the rattle of locusts,
+and the rumble of carts with sheaves, and the roar of wild beasts
+devouring the flock while the shepherd came out in their defense. He
+watched the herds by day, and by night inhabited a booth made out of
+bushes, so that through these branches he could see the stars all
+night long, and was more familiar with them than we who have tight
+roofs to our houses, and hardly ever see the stars except among the
+tall brick chimneys of the great towns. But at seasons of the year
+when the herds were in special danger, he would stay out in the open
+field all through the darkness, his only shelter the curtain of the
+night, heaven, with the stellar embroideries and silvered tassels of
+lunar light.
+
+What a life of solitude, all alone with his herds! Poor Amos! And at
+twelve o'clock at night, hark to the wolf's bark, and the lion's roar,
+and the bear's growl, and the owl's te-whit-te-whos, and the serpent's
+hiss, as he unwittingly steps too near while moving through the
+thickets! So Amos, like other herdsmen, got the habit of studying the
+map of the heavens, because it was so much of the time spread out
+before him. He noticed some stars advancing and others receding. He
+associated their dawn and setting with certain seasons of the year. He
+had a poetic nature, and he read night by night, and month by month,
+and year by year, the poem of the constellations, divinely rhythmic.
+But two rosettes of stars especially attracted his attention while
+seated on the ground, or lying on his back under the open scroll of
+the midnight heavens--the Pleiades, or Seven Stars, and Orion. The
+former group this rustic prophet associated with the spring, as it
+rises about the first of May. The latter he associated with the
+winter, as it comes to the meridian in January. The Pleiades, or Seven
+Stars, connected with all sweetness and joy; Orion, the herald of the
+tempest. The ancients were the more apt to study the physiognomy and
+juxtaposition of the heavenly bodies, because they thought they had a
+special influence upon the earth; and perhaps they were right. If the
+moon every few hours lifts and lets down the tides of the Atlantic
+Ocean, and the electric storms of last year in the sun, by all
+scientific admission, affected the earth, why not the stars have
+proportionate effect?
+
+And there are some things which make me think that it may not have
+been all superstition which connected the movements and appearance of
+the heavenly bodies with great moral events on earth. Did not a meteor
+run on evangelistic errand on the first Christmas night, and designate
+the rough cradle of our Lord? Did not the stars in their courses fight
+against Sisera? Was it merely coincidental that before the destruction
+of Jerusalem the moon was eclipsed for twelve consecutive nights? Did
+it merely happen so that a new star appeared in constellation
+Cassiopeia, and then disappeared just before King Charles IX. of
+France, who was responsible for St. Bartholomew massacre, died? Was it
+without significance that in the days of the Roman Emperor Justinian
+war and famine were preceded by the dimness of the sun, which for
+nearly a year gave no more light than the moon, although there were no
+clouds to obscure it?
+
+Astrology, after all, may have been something more than a brilliant
+heathenism. No wonder that Amos of the text, having heard these two
+anthems of the stars, put down the stout rough staff of the herdsman
+and took into his brown hand and cut and knotted fingers the pen of a
+prophet, and advised the recreant people of his time to return to God,
+saying: "Seek Him that maketh the Seven Stars and Orion." This
+command, which Amos gave 785 years B.C., is just as appropriate for
+us, 1885 A.D.
+
+In the first place, Amos saw, as we must see, that the God who made
+the Pleiades and Orion must be the God of order. It was not so much a
+star here and a star there that impressed the inspired herdsman, but
+seven in one group, and seven in the other group. He saw that night
+after night and season after season and decade after decade they had
+kept step of light, each one in its own place, a sisterhood never
+clashing and never contesting precedence. From the time Hesiod called
+the Pleiades the "seven daughters of Atlas" and Virgil wrote in his
+Æneid of "Stormy Orion" until now, they have observed the order
+established for their coming and going; order written not in
+manuscript that may be pigeon-holed, but with the hand of the Almighty
+on the dome of the sky, so that all nations may read it. Order.
+Persistent order. Sublime order. Omnipotent order.
+
+What a sedative to you and me, to whom communities and nations
+sometimes seem going pell-mell, and world ruled by some fiend at
+hap-hazard, and in all directions maladministration! The God who keeps
+seven worlds in right circuit for six thousand years can certainly
+keep all the affairs of individuals and nations and continents in
+adjustment. We had not better fret much, for the peasant's argument of
+the text was right. If God can take care of the seven worlds of the
+Pleiades and the four chief worlds of Orion, He can probably take care
+of the one world we inhabit.
+
+So I feel very much as my father felt one day when we were going to
+the country mill to get a grist ground, and I, a boy of seven years,
+sat in the back part of the wagon, and our yoke of oxen ran away with
+us and along a labyrinthine road through the woods, so that I thought
+every moment we would be dashed to pieces, and I made a terrible
+outcry of fright, and my father turned to me with a face perfectly
+calm, and said: "De Witt, what are you crying about? I guess we can
+ride as fast as the oxen can run." And, my hearers, why should we be
+affrighted and lose our equilibrium in the swift movement of worldly
+events, especially when we are assured that it is not a yoke of
+unbroken steers that are drawing us on, but that order and wise
+government are in the yoke?
+
+In your occupation, your mission, your sphere, do the best you can,
+and then trust to God; and if things are all mixed and disquieting,
+and your brain is hot and your heart sick, get some one to go out with
+you into the starlight and point out to you the Pleiades, or, better
+than that, get into some observatory, and through the telescope see
+further than Amos with the naked eye could--namely, two hundred stars
+in the Pleiades, and that in what is called the sword of Orion there
+is a nebula computed to be two trillion two hundred thousand billions
+of times larger than the sun. Oh, be at peace with the God who made
+all that and controls all that--the wheel of the constellations
+turning in the wheel of galaxies for thousands of years without the
+breaking of a cog or the slipping of a band or the snap of an axle.
+For your placidity and comfort through the Lord Jesus Christ I charge
+you, "Seek Him that maketh the Seven Stars and Orion."
+
+Again, Amos saw, as we must see, that the God who made these two
+groups of the text was the God of light. Amos saw that God was not
+satisfied with making one star, or two or three stars, but He makes
+seven; and having finished that group of worlds, makes another
+group--group after group. To the Pleiades He adds Orion. It seems that
+God likes light so well that He keeps making it. Only one being in the
+universe knows the statistics of solar, lunar, stellar, meteoric
+creations, and that is the--Creator Himself. And they have all been
+lovingly christened, each one a name as distinct as the names of your
+children. "He telleth the number of the stars; He calleth them all by
+their names." The seven Pleiades had names given to them, and they are
+Alcyone, Merope, Celæno, Electra, Sterope, Taygete, and Maia.
+
+But think of the billions and trillions of daughters of starry light
+that God calls by name as they sweep by Him with beaming brow and
+lustrous robe! So fond is God of light--natural light, moral light,
+spiritual light. Again and again is light harnessed for
+symbolization--Christ, the bright and morning star; evangelization,
+the daybreak; the redemption of nations, Sun of Righteousness rising
+with healing in His wings. Oh, men and women, with so many sorrows and
+sins and perplexities, if you want light of comfort, light of pardon,
+light of goodness, in earnest, pray through Christ, "Seek Him that
+maketh the Seven Stars and Orion."
+
+Again, Amos saw, as we must see, that the God who made these two
+archipelagoes of stars must be an unchanging God. There had been no
+change in the stellar appearance in this herdsman's life-time, and his
+father, a shepherd, reported to him that there had been no change in
+his life-time. And these two clusters hang over the celestial arbor
+now just as they were the first night that they shone on the Edenic
+bowers, the same as when the Egyptians built the Pyramids from the top
+of which to watch them, the same as when the Chaldeans calculated the
+eclipses, the same as when Elihu, according to the Book of Job, went
+out to study the aurora borealis, the same under Ptolemaic system and
+Copernican system, the same from Calisthenes to Pythagoras, and from
+Pythagoras to Herschel. Surely, a changeless God must have fashioned
+the Pleiades and Orion! Oh, what an anodyne amid the ups and downs of
+life, and the flux and reflux of the tides of prosperity, to know that
+we have a changeless God, the same yesterday, to-day, and forever.
+
+Xerxes garlanded and knighted the steersman of his boat in the
+morning, and hanged him in the evening of the same day. Fifty thousand
+people stood around the columns of the national capitol, shouting
+themselves hoarse at the presidential inaugural, and in four months so
+great were the antipathies that a ruffian's pistol in Washington depot
+expressed the sentiment of a great multitude. The world sits in its
+chariot and drives tandem, and the horse ahead is Huzza, and the horse
+behind is Anathema. Lord Cobham, in King James' time, was applauded,
+and had thirty-five thousand dollars a year, but was afterward
+execrated, and lived on scraps stolen from the royal kitchen.
+Alexander the Great after death remained unburied for thirty days,
+because no one would do the honor of shoveling him under. The Duke of
+Wellington refused to have his iron fence mended, because it had been
+broken by an infuriated populace in some hour of political
+excitement, and he left it in ruins that men might learn what a fickle
+thing is human favor. "But the mercy of the Lord is from everlasting
+to everlasting to them that fear Him, and His righteousness unto the
+children's children of such as keep His covenant, and to those who
+remember His commandments to do them." This moment "seek Him that
+maketh the Seven Stars and Orion."
+
+Again, Amos saw, as we must see, that the God who made these two
+beacons of the Oriental night sky must be a God of love and kindly
+warning. The Pleiades rising in mid-sky said to all the herdsmen and
+shepherds and husbandmen: "Come out and enjoy the mild weather, and
+cultivate your gardens and fields." Orion, coming in winter, warned
+them to prepare for tempest. All navigation was regulated by these two
+constellations. The one said to shipmaster and crew: "Hoist sail for
+the sea, and gather merchandise from other lands." But Orion was the
+storm-signal, and said: "Reef sail, make things snug, or put into
+harbor, for the hurricanes are getting their wings out." As the
+Pleiades were the sweet evangels of the spring, Orion was the warning
+prophet of the winter.
+
+Oh, now I get the best view of God I ever had! There are two kinds of
+sermons I never want to preach--the one that presents God so kind, so
+indulgent, so lenient, so imbecile that men may do what they will
+against Him, and fracture His every law, and put the cry of their
+impertinence and rebellion under His throne, and while they are
+spitting in His face and stabbing at His heart, He takes them up in
+His arms and kisses their infuriated brow and cheek, saying, "Of such
+is the kingdom of heaven." The other kind of sermon I never want to
+preach is the one that represents God as all fire and torture and
+thundercloud, and with red-hot pitch-fork tossing the human race into
+paroxysms of infinite agony. The sermon that I am now preaching
+believes in a God of loving, kindly warning, the God of spring and
+winter, the God of the Pleiades and Orion.
+
+You must remember that the winter is just as important as the spring.
+Let one winter pass without frost to kill vegetation and ice to bind
+the rivers and snow to enrich our fields, and then you will have to
+enlarge your hospitals and your cemeteries. "A green Christmas makes a
+fat grave-yard," was the old proverb. Storms to purify the air.
+Thermometer at ten degrees above zero to tone up the system. December
+and January just as important as May and June. I tell you we need the
+storms of life as much as we do the sunshine. There are more men
+ruined by prosperity than by adversity. If we had our own way in life,
+before this we would have been impersonations of selfishness and
+worldliness and disgusting sin, and puffed up until we would have been
+like Julius Cæsar, who was made by sycophants to believe that he was
+divine, and the freckles on his face were as the stars of the
+firmament.
+
+One of the swiftest transatlantic voyages made last summer by the
+"Etruria" was because she had a stormy wind abaft, chasing her from
+New York to Liverpool. But to those going in the opposite direction
+the storm was a buffeting and a hinderance. It is a bad thing to have
+a storm ahead, pushing us back; but if we be God's children and
+aiming toward heaven, the storms of life will only chase us the sooner
+into the harbor. I am so glad to believe that the monsoons, and
+typhoons, and mistrals, and siroccos of the land and sea are not
+unchained maniacs let loose upon the earth, but are under divine
+supervision! I am so glad that the God of the Seven Stars is also the
+God of Orion! It was out of Dante's suffering came the sublime "Divina
+Commedia," and out of John Milton's blindness came "Paradise Lost,"
+and out of miserable infidel attack came the "Bridgewater Treatise" in
+favor of Christianity, and out of David's exile came the songs of
+consolation, and out of the sufferings of Christ came the possibility
+of the world's redemption, and out of your bereavement, your
+persecution, your poverties, your misfortunes, may yet come an eternal
+heaven.
+
+Oh, what a mercy it is that in the text and all up and down the Bible
+God induces us to look out toward other worlds! Bible astronomy in
+Genesis, in Joshua, in Job, in the Psalms, in the prophets, major and
+minor, in St. John's Apocalypse, practically saying, "Worlds! worlds!
+worlds! Get ready for them!" We have a nice little world here that we
+stick to, as though losing that we lose all. We are afraid of falling
+off this little raft of a world. We are afraid that some meteoric
+iconoclast will some night smash it, and we want everything to revolve
+around it, and are disappointed when we find that it revolves around
+the sun instead of the sun revolving around it. What a fuss we make
+about this little bit of a world, its existence only a short time
+between two spasms, the paroxysm by which it was hurled from chaos
+into order, and the paroxysm of its demolition.
+
+And I am glad that so many texts call us to look off to other worlds,
+many of them larger and grander and more resplendent. "Look there,"
+says Job, "at Mazaroth and Arcturus and his sons!" "Look there," says
+St. John, "at the moon under Christ's feet!" "Look there," says
+Joshua, "at the sun standing still above Gibeon!" "Look there," says
+Moses, "at the sparkling firmament!" "Look there," says Amos, the
+herdsman, "at the Seven Stars and Orion!" Don't let us be so sad about
+those who shove off from this world under Christly pilotage. Don't let
+us be so agitated about our own going off this little barge or sloop
+or canal-boat of a world to get on some "Great Eastern" of the
+heavens. Don't let us persist in wanting to stay in this barn, this
+shed, this outhouse of a world, when all the King's palaces already
+occupied by many of our best friends are swinging wide open their
+gates to let us in.
+
+When I read, "In my Father's house are many mansions," I do not know
+but that each world is a room, and as many rooms as there are worlds,
+stellar stairs, stellar galleries, stellar hallways, stellar windows,
+stellar domes. How our departed friends must pity us shut up in these
+cramped apartments, tired if we walk fifteen miles, when they some
+morning, by one stroke of wing, can make circuit of the whole stellar
+system and be back in time for matins! Perhaps yonder twinkling
+constellation is the residence of the martyrs; that group of twelve
+luminaries is the celestial home of the Apostles. Perhaps that steep
+of light is the dwelling-place of angels cherubic, seraphic,
+archangelic. A mansion with as many rooms as worlds, and all their
+windows illuminated for festivity.
+
+Oh, how this widens and lifts and stimulates our expectation! How
+little it makes the present, and how stupendous it makes the future!
+How it consoles us about our pious dead, that instead of being boxed
+up and under the ground have the range of as many rooms as there are
+worlds, and welcome everywhere, for it is the Father's house, in which
+there are many mansions! Oh, Lord God of the Seven Stars and Orion,
+how can I endure the transport, the ecstasy, of such a vision! I must
+obey my text and seek Him. I will seek Him. I seek Him now, for I call
+to mind that it is not the material universe that is most valuable,
+but the spiritual, and that each of us has a soul worth more than all
+the worlds which the inspired herdsman saw from his booth on the hills
+of Tekoa.
+
+I had studied it before, but the Cathedral of Cologne, Germany, never
+impressed me as it did this summer. It is admittedly the grandest
+Gothic structure in the world, its foundation laid in 1248, only two
+or three years ago completed. More than six hundred years in building.
+All Europe taxed for its construction. Its chapel of the Magi with
+precious stones enough to purchase a kingdom. Its chapel of St. Agnes
+with masterpieces of painting. Its spire springing five hundred and
+eleven feet into the heavens. Its stained glass the chorus of all rich
+colors. Statues encircling the pillars and encircling all. Statues
+above statues, until sculpture can do no more, but faints and falls
+back against carved stalls and down on pavements over which the kings
+and queens of the earth have walked to confession. Nave and aisles and
+transept and portals combining the splendors of sunrise. Interlaced,
+interfoliated, intercolumned grandeur. As I stood outside, looking at
+the double range of flying buttresses and the forest of pinnacles,
+higher and higher and higher, until I almost reeled from dizziness, I
+exclaimed; "Great doxology in stone! Frozen prayer of many nations!"
+
+But while standing there I saw a poor man enter and put down his pack
+and kneel beside his burden on the hard floor of that cathedral. And
+tears of deep emotion came into my eyes, as I said to myself: "There
+is a soul worth more than all the material surroundings. That man will
+live after the last pinnacle has fallen, and not one stone of all that
+cathedral glory shall remain uncrumbled. He is now a Lazarus in rags
+and poverty and weariness, but immortal, and a son of the Lord God
+Almighty; and the prayer he now offers, though amid many
+superstitions, I believe God will hear; and among the Apostles whose
+sculptured forms stand in the surrounding niches he will at last be
+lifted, and into the presence of that Christ whose sufferings are
+represented by the crucifix before which he bows; and be raised in due
+time out of all his poverties into the glorious home built for him and
+built for us by 'Him who maketh the Seven Stars and Orion.'"
+
+
+
+
+THE QUEEN'S VISIT.
+
+ "Behold, the half was not told me."--I KINGS x: 7.
+
+
+Solomon had resolved that Jerusalem should be the center of all
+sacred, regal, and commercial magnificence. He set himself to work,
+and monopolized the surrounding desert as a highway for his caravans.
+He built the city of Palmyra around one of the principal wells of the
+East, so that all the long trains of merchandise from the East were
+obliged to stop there, pay toll, and leave part of their wealth in the
+hands of Solomon's merchants. He manned the fortress Thapsacus at the
+chief ford of the Euphrates, and put under guard everything that
+passed there. The three great products of Palestine--wine pressed from
+the richest clusters and celebrated all the world over; oil which in
+that hot country is the entire substitute for butter and lard, and was
+pressed from the olive branches until every tree in the country became
+an oil well; and honey which was the entire substitute for
+sugar--these three great products of the country Solomon exported, and
+received in return fruits and precious woods and the animals of every
+clime.
+
+He went down to Ezion-geber and ordered a fleet of ships to be
+constructed, oversaw the workmen, and watched the launching of the
+flotilla which was to go out on more than a year's voyage, to bring
+home the wealth of the then known world. He heard that the Egyptian
+horses were large and swift, and long-maned and round-limbed, and he
+resolved to purchase them, giving eighty-five dollars apiece for them,
+putting the best of these horses in his own stall, and selling the
+surplus to foreign potentates at great profit.
+
+He heard that there was the best of timber on Mount Lebanon, and he
+sent out one hundred and eighty thousand men to hew down the forest
+and drag the timber through the mountain gorges, to construct it into
+rafts to be floated to Joppa, and from thence to be drawn by ox-teams
+twenty-five miles across the land to Jerusalem. He heard that there
+were beautiful flowers in other lands. He sent for them, planted them
+in his own gardens, and to this very day there are flowers found in
+the ruins of that city such as are to be found in no other part of
+Palestine, the lineal descendants of the very flowers that Solomon
+planted. He heard that in foreign groves there were birds of richest
+voice and most luxuriant wing. He sent out people to catch them and
+bring them there, and he put them into his cages.
+
+Stand back now and see this long train of camels coming up to the
+king's gate, and the ox-trains from Egypt, gold and silver and
+precious stones, and beasts of every hoof, and birds of every wing,
+and fish of every scale! See the peacocks strut under the cedars, and
+the horsemen run, and the chariots wheel! Hark to the orchestra! Gaze
+upon the dance! Not stopping to look into the wonders of the temple,
+step right on to the causeway, and pass up to Solomon's palace!
+
+Here we find ourselves amid a collection of buildings on which the
+king had lavished the wealth of many empires. The genius of Hiram, the
+architect, and of the other artists is here seen in the long line of
+corridors and the suspended gallery and the approach to the throne.
+Traceried window opposite traceried window. Bronzed ornaments bursting
+into lotus and lily and pomegranate. Chapiters surrounded by network
+of leaves in which imitation fruit seemed suspended as in hanging
+baskets. Three branches--so Josephus tells us--three branches
+sculptured on the marble, so thin and subtle that even the leaves
+seemed to quiver. A laver capable of holding five hundred barrels of
+water on six hundred brazen ox-heads, which gushed with water and
+filled the whole place with coolness and crystalline brightness and
+musical plash. Ten tables chased with chariot wheel and lion and
+cherubim. Solomon sat on a throne of ivory. At the seating place of
+the throne, on each end of the steps, a brazen lion. Why, my friends,
+in that place they trimmed their candles with snuffers of gold, and
+they cut their fruits with knives of gold, and they washed their faces
+in basins of gold, and they scooped out the ashes with shovels of
+gold, and they stirred the altar fires with tongs of gold. Gold
+reflected in the water! Gold flashing from the apparel! Gold blazing
+in the crown! Gold, gold, gold!
+
+Of course the news of the affluence of that place went out everywhere
+by every caravan and by wing of every ship, until soon the streets of
+Jerusalem are crowded with curiosity seekers. What is that long
+procession approaching Jerusalem? I think from the pomp of it there
+must be royalty in the train. I smell the breath of the spices which
+are brought as presents, and I hear the shout of the drivers, and I
+see the dust-covered caravan showing that they come from far away. Cry
+the news up to the palace. The Queen of Sheba advances. Let all the
+people come out to see. Let the mighty men of the land come out on the
+palace corridors. Let Solomon come down the stairs of the palace
+before the queen has alighted. Shake out the cinnamon, and the
+saffron, and the calamus, and the frankincense, and pass it into the
+treasure house. Take up the diamonds until they glitter in the sun.
+
+The Queen of Sheba alights. She enters the palace. She washes at the
+bath. She sits down at the banquet. The cup-bearers bow. The meat
+smokes. The music trembles in the dash of the waters from the molten
+sea. Then she rises from the banquet, and walks through the
+conservatories, and gazes on the architecture, and she asks Solomon
+many strange questions, and she learns about the religion of the
+Hebrews, and she then and there becomes a servant of the Lord God.
+
+She is overwhelmed. She begins to think that all the spices she
+brought, and all the precious woods which are intended to be turned
+into harps and psalteries and into railings for the causeway between
+the temple and the palace, and the one hundred and eighty thousand
+dollars in money--she begins to think that all these presents amount
+to nothing in such a place, and she is almost ashamed that she has
+brought them, and she says within herself: "I heard a great deal
+about this place, and about this wonderful religion of the Hebrews,
+but I find it far beyond my highest anticipations. I must add more
+than fifty per cent. to what has been related. It exceeds everything
+that I could have expected. The half--the half was not told me."
+
+Learn from this subject what a beautiful thing it is when social
+position and wealth surrender themselves to God. When religion comes
+to a neighborhood, the first to receive it are the women. Some men say
+it is because they are weak-minded. I say it is because they have
+quicker perception of what is right, more ardent affection and
+capacity for sublimer emotion. After the women have received the
+Gospel then all the distressed and the poor of both sexes, those who
+have no friends, accept Jesus. Last of all come the people of
+affluence and high social position. Alas, that it is so!
+
+If there are those here to-day who have been favored of fortune, or,
+as I might better put it, favored of God, surrender all you have and
+all you expect to be to the Lord who blessed this Queen of Sheba.
+Certainly you are not ashamed to be found in this queen's company. I
+am glad that Christ has had His imperial friends in all
+ages--Elizabeth Christina, Queen of Prussia; Maria Feodorovna, Queen
+of Russia; Marie, Empress of France; Helena, the imperial mother of
+Constantine; Arcadia, from her great fortunes building public baths in
+Constantinople and toiling for the alleviation of the masses; Queen
+Clotilda, leading her husband and three thousand of his armed warriors
+to Christian baptism; Elizabeth of Burgundy, giving her jeweled glove
+to a beggar, and scattering great fortunes among the distressed;
+Prince Albert, singing "Rock of Ages" in Windsor Castle, and Queen
+Victoria, incognita, reading the Scriptures to a dying pauper.
+
+I bless God that the day is coming when royalty will bring all its
+thrones, and music all its harmonies, and painting all its pictures,
+and sculpture all its statuary, and architecture all its pillars, and
+conquest all its scepters; and the queens of the earth, in long line
+of advance, frankincense filling the air and the camels laden with
+gold, shall approach Jerusalem, and the gates shall be hoisted, and
+the great burden of splendor shall be lifted into the palace of this
+greater than Solomon.
+
+Again, my subject teaches me what is earnestness in the search of
+truth. Do you know where Sheba was? It was in Abyssinia, or some say
+in the southern part of Arabia Felix. In either case it was a great
+way off from Jerusalem. To get from there to Jerusalem she had to
+cross a country infested with bandits, and go across blistering
+deserts. Why did not the Queen of Sheba stay at home and send a
+committee to inquire about this new religion, and have the delegates
+report in regard to that religion and wealth of King Solomon? She
+wanted to see for herself, and hear for herself. She could not do this
+by work of committee. She felt she had a soul worth ten thousand
+kingdoms like Sheba, and she wanted a robe richer than any woven by
+Oriental shuttles, and she wanted a crown set with the jewels of
+eternity. Bring out the camels. Put on the spices. Gather up the
+jewels of the throne and put them on the caravan. Start now; no time
+to be lost. Goad on the camels. When I see that caravan,
+dust-covered, weary, and exhausted, trudging on across the desert and
+among the bandits until it reaches Jerusalem, I say: "There is an
+earnest seeker after the truth."
+
+But there are a great many of you, my friends, who do not act in that
+way. You all want to get the truth, but you want the truth to come
+to-you; you do not want to go to it. There are people who fold their
+arms and say: "I am ready to become a Christian at any time; if I am
+to be saved I shall be saved, and if I am to be lost I shall be lost."
+A man who says that and keeps on saying it, will be lost. Jerusalem
+will never come to you; you must go to Jerusalem. The religion of the
+Lord Jesus Christ will not come to you; you must go and get religion.
+Bring out the camels; put on all the sweet spices, all the treasures
+of the heart's affection. Start for the throne. Go in and hear the
+waters of salvation dashing in fountains all around about the throne.
+Sit down at the banquet--the wine pressed from the grapes of the
+heavenly Eschol, the angels of God the cup-bearers. Goad on the
+camels; Jerusalem will never come to you; you must go to Jerusalem.
+The Bible declares it: "The Queen of the South"--that is, this very
+woman I am speaking of--"the Queen of the South shall rise up in
+judgment against this generation and condemn it; for she came from the
+uttermost parts of the earth to hear the wisdom of Solomon: and,
+behold! a greater than Solomon is here." God help me to break up the
+infatuation of those people who are sitting down in idleness expecting
+to be saved. "Strive to enter in at the strait gate. Ask, and it
+shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be
+opened to you." Take the Kingdom of Heaven by violence. Urge on the
+camels!
+
+Again, my subject impresses me with the fact that religion is a
+surprise to any one that gets it. This story of the new religion in
+Jerusalem, and of the glory of King Solomon, who was a type of
+Christ--that story rolls on and on, and is told by every traveler
+coming back from Jerusalem. The news goes on the wing of every ship
+and with every caravan, and you know a story enlarges as it is retold,
+and by the time that story gets down into the southern part of Arabia
+Felix, and the Queen of Sheba hears it, it must be a tremendous story.
+And yet this queen declares in regard to it, although she had heard so
+much and had her anticipations raised so high, the half--the half was
+not told her.
+
+So religion is always a surprise to any one that gets it. The story of
+grace--an old story. Apostles preached it with rattle of chain;
+martyrs declared it with arm of fire; death-beds have affirmed it with
+visions of glory, and ministers of religion have sounded it through
+the lanes, and the highways, and the chapels, and the cathedrals. It
+has been cut into stone with chisel, and spread on the canvas with
+pencil; and it has been recited in the doxology of great
+congregations. And yet when a man first comes to look on the palace of
+God's mercy, and to see the royalty of Christ, and the wealth of this
+banquet, and the luxuriance of His attendants, and the loveliness of
+His face, and the joy of His service, he exclaims with prayers, with
+tears, with sighs, with triumphs: "The half--the half was not told
+me!"
+
+I appeal to those in this house who are Christians. Compare the idea
+you had of the joy of the Christian life before you became a Christian
+with the appreciation of that joy you have now since you have become a
+Christian, and you are willing to attest before angels and men that
+you never in the days of your spiritual bondage had any appreciation
+of what was to come. You are ready to-day to answer, and if I gave you
+an opportunity in the midst of this assemblage, you would speak out
+and say in regard to the discoveries you have made of the mercy and
+the grace and the goodness of God: "The half--the half was not told
+me!"
+
+Well, we hear a great deal about the good time that is coming to this
+world, when it is to be girded with salvation. Holiness on the bells
+of the horses. The lion's mane patted by the hand of a babe. Ships of
+Tarshish bringing cargoes for Jesus, and the hard, dry, barren,
+winter-bleached, storm-scarred, thunder-split rock breaking into
+floods of bright water. Deserts into which dromedaries thrust their
+nostrils, because they were afraid of the simoom--deserts blooming
+into carnation roses and silver-tipped lilies.
+
+It is the old story. Everybody tells it. Isaiah told it, John told it,
+Paul told it, Ezekiel told it, Luther told it, Calvin told it, John
+Milton told it--everybody tells it; and yet--and yet when the midnight
+shall fly the hills, and Christ shall marshal His great army, and
+China, dashing her idols into the dust, shall hear the voice of God
+and wheel into line; and India, destroying her Juggernaut and
+snatching up her little children from the Ganges, shall hear the
+voice of God and wheel into line; and vine-covered Italy, and
+wheat-crowned Russia, and all the nations of the earth shall hear the
+voice of God and fall into line; then the Church, which has been
+toiling and struggling through the centuries, robed and garlanded like
+a bride adorned for her husband, shall put aside her veil and look up
+into the face of her Lord the King, and say: "The half--the half was
+not told me."
+
+Well, there is coming a greater surprise to every Christian--a greater
+surprise than anything I have depicted. Heaven is an old story.
+Everybody talks about it. There is hardly a hymn in the hymn-book that
+does not refer to it. Children read about it in their Sabbath-school
+book. Aged men put on their spectacles to study it. We say it is a
+harbor from the storm. We call it our home. We say it is the house of
+many mansions. We weave together all sweet, beautiful, delicate,
+exhilarant words; we weave them into letters, and then we spell it out
+in rose and lily and amaranth. And yet that place is going to be a
+surprise to the most intelligent Christian. Like the Queen of Sheba,
+the report has come to us from the far country, and many of us have
+started. It is a desert march, but we urge on the camels. What though
+our feet be blistered with the way? We are hastening to the palace. We
+take all our loves and hopes and Christian ambitions, as frankincense
+and myrrh and cassia, to the great King. We must not rest. We must not
+halt. The night is coming on, and it is not safe out here in the
+desert. Urge on the camels. I see the domes against the sky, and the
+houses of Lebanon, and the temples and the gardens. See the fountains
+dance in the sun, and the gates flash as they open to let in the poor
+pilgrims.
+
+Send the word up to the palace that we are coming, and that we are
+weary of the march of the desert. The King will come out and say:
+"Welcome to the palace; bathe in these waters, recline on these banks.
+Take this cinnamon and frankincense and myrrh and put it upon a censer
+and swing it before the altar." And yet, my friends, when heaven
+bursts upon us it will be a greater surprise than that--Jesus on the
+throne, and we made like Him! All our Christian friends surrounding us
+in glory! All our sorrows and tears and sins gone by forever! The
+thousands of thousands, the one hundred and forty-and-four thousand,
+the great multitudes that no man can number, will cry, world without
+end: "The half--the half was not told us!"
+
+
+
+
+VICARIOUS SUFFERING.
+
+ "Without shedding of blood is no remission."--HEB. ix: 22.
+
+
+John G. Whittier, the last of the great school of American poets that
+made the last quarter of a century brilliant, asked me in the White
+Mountains, one morning after prayers, in which I had given out
+Cowper's famous hymn about "The Fountain Filled with Blood," "Do you
+really believe there is a literal application of the blood of Christ
+to the soul?" My negative reply then is my negative reply now. The
+Bible statement agrees with all physicians, and all physiologists, and
+all scientists, in saying that the blood is the life, and in the
+Christian religion it means simply that Christ's life was given for
+our life. Hence all this talk of men who say the Bible story of blood
+is disgusting, and that they don't want what they call a
+"slaughter-house religion," only shows their incapacity or
+unwillingness to look through the figure of speech toward the thing
+signified. The blood that, on the darkest Friday the world ever saw,
+oozed, or trickled, or poured from the brow, and the side, and the
+hands, and the feet of the illustrious sufferer, back of Jerusalem, in
+a few hours coagulated and dried up, and forever disappeared; and if
+man had depended on the application of the literal blood of Christ,
+there would not have been a soul saved for the last eighteen
+centuries.
+
+In order to understand this red word of my text, we only have to
+exercise as much common sense in religion as we do in everything else.
+Pang for pang, hunger for hunger, fatigue for fatigue, tear for tear,
+blood for blood, life for life, we see every day illustrated. The act
+of substitution is no novelty, although I hear men talk as though the
+idea of Christ's suffering substituted for our suffering were
+something abnormal, something distressingly odd, something wildly
+eccentric, a solitary episode in the world's history; when I could
+take you out into this city, and before sundown point you to five
+hundred cases of substitution and voluntary suffering of one in behalf
+of another.
+
+At two o'clock to-morrow afternoon go among the places of business or
+toil. It will be no difficult thing for you to find men who, by their
+looks, show you that they are overworked. They are prematurely old.
+They are hastening rapidly toward their decease. They have gone
+through crises in business that shattered their nervous system, and
+pulled on the brain. They have a shortness of breath, and a pain in
+the back of the head, and at night an insomnia that alarms them. Why
+are they drudging at business early and late? For fun? No; it would be
+difficult to extract any amusement out of that exhaustion. Because
+they are avaricious? In many cases no. Because their own personal
+expenses are lavish? No; a few hundred dollars would meet all their
+wants. The simple fact is, the man is enduring all that fatigue and
+exasperation, and wear and tear, to keep his home prosperous. There
+is an invisible line reaching from that store, from that bank, from
+that shop, from that scaffolding, to a quiet scene a few blocks, a few
+miles away, and there is the secret of that business endurance. He is
+simply the champion of a homestead, for which he wins bread, and
+wardrobe, and education, and prosperity, and in such battle ten
+thousand men fall. Of ten business men whom I bury, nine die of
+overwork for others. Some sudden disease finds them with no power of
+resistance, and they are gone. Life for life. Blood for blood.
+Substitution!
+
+At one o'clock to-morrow morning, the hour when slumber is most
+uninterrupted and most profound, walk amid the dwelling-houses of the
+city. Here and there you will find a dim light, because it is the
+household custom to keep a subdued light burning: but most of the
+houses from base to top are as dark as though uninhabited. A merciful
+God has sent forth the archangel of sleep, and he puts his wings over
+the city. But yonder is a clear light burning, and outside on the
+window casement a glass or pitcher containing food for a sick child;
+the food is set in the fresh air. This is the sixth night that mother
+has sat up with that sufferer. She has to the last point obeyed the
+physician's prescription, not giving a drop too much or too little, or
+a moment too soon or too late. She is very anxious, for she has buried
+three children with the same disease, and she prays and weeps, each
+prayer and sob ending with a kiss of the pale cheek. By dint of
+kindness she gets the little one through the ordeal. After it is all
+over, the mother is taken down. Brain or nervous fever sets in, and
+one day she leaves the convalescent child with a mother's blessing,
+and goes up to join the three in the kingdom of heaven. Life for life.
+Substitution! The fact is that there are an uncounted number of
+mothers who, after they have navigated a large family of children
+through all the diseases of infancy, and got them fairly started up
+the flowering slope of boyhood and girlhood, have only strength enough
+left to die. They fade away. Some call it consumption; some call it
+nervous prostration; some call it intermittent or malarial
+disposition; but I call it martyrdom of the domestic circle. Life for
+life. Blood for blood. Substitution!
+
+Or perhaps the mother lingers long enough to see a son get on the
+wrong road, and his former kindness becomes rough reply when she
+expresses anxiety about him. But she goes right on, looking carefully
+after his apparel, remembering his every birthday with some memento,
+and when he is brought home worn out with dissipation, nurses him till
+he gets well and starts him again, and hopes, and expects, and prays,
+and counsels, and suffers, until her strength gives out and she fails.
+She is going, and attendants, bending over her pillow, ask her if she
+has any message to leave, and she makes great effort to say something,
+but out of three or four minutes of indistinct utterance they can
+catch but three words: "My poor boy!" The simple fact is she died for
+him. Life for life. Substitution!
+
+About twenty-four years ago there went forth from our homes hundreds
+of thousands of men to do battle for their country. All the poetry of
+war soon vanished, and left them nothing but the terrible prose. They
+waded knee-deep in mud. They slept in snow-banks. They marched till
+their cut feet tracked the earth. They were swindled out of their
+honest rations, and lived on meat not fit for a dog. They had jaws all
+fractured, and eyes extinguished, and limbs shot away. Thousands of
+them cried for water as they lay dying on the field the night after
+the battle, and got it not. They were homesick, and received no
+message from their loved ones. They died in barns, in bushes, in
+ditches, the buzzards of the summer heat the only attendants on their
+obsequies. No one but the infinite God who knows everything, knows the
+ten thousandth part of the length, and breadth, and depth, and height
+of anguish of the Northern and Southern battlefields. Why did these
+fathers leave their children and go to the front, and why did these
+young men, postponing the marriage-day, start out into the
+probabilities of never coming back? For the country they died. Life
+for life. Blood for blood. Substitution!
+
+But we need not go so far. What is that monument in Greenwood? It is
+to the doctors who fell in the Southern epidemics. Why go? Were there
+not enough sick to be attended in these Northern latitudes? Oh, yes;
+but the doctor puts a few medical books in his valise, and some vials
+of medicine, and leaves his patients here in the hands of other
+physicians, and takes the rail-train. Before he gets to the infected
+regions he passes crowded rail-trains, regular and extra, taking the
+flying and affrighted populations. He arrives in a city over which a
+great horror is brooding. He goes from couch to couch, feeling of
+pulse and studying symptoms, and prescribing day after day, night
+after night, until a fellow-physician says: "Doctor, you had better go
+home and rest; you look miserable." But he can not rest while so many
+are suffering. On and on, until some morning finds him in a delirium,
+in which he talks of home, and then rises and says he must go and look
+after those patients. He is told to lie down; but he fights his
+attendants until he falls back, and is weaker and weaker, and dies for
+people with whom he had no kinship, and far away from his own family,
+and is hastily put away in a stranger's tomb, and only the fifth part
+of a newspaper line tells us of his sacrifice--his name just mentioned
+among five. Yet he has touched the furthest height of sublimity in
+that three weeks of humanitarian service. He goes straight as an arrow
+to the bosom of Him who said: "I was sick and ye visited Me." Life for
+life. Blood for blood. Substitution!
+
+In the legal profession I see the same principle of self-sacrifice. In
+1846, William Freeman, a pauperized and idiotic negro, was at Auburn,
+N.Y., on trial for murder. He had slain the entire Van Nest family.
+The foaming wrath of the community could be kept off him only by armed
+constables. Who would volunteer to be his counsel? No attorney wanted
+to sacrifice his popularity by such an ungrateful task. All were
+silent save one, a young lawyer with feeble voice, that could hardly
+be heard outside the bar, pale and thin and awkward. It was William H.
+Seward, who saw that the prisoner was idiotic and irresponsible, and
+ought to be put in an asylum rather than put to death, the heroic
+counsel uttering these beautiful words:
+
+"I speak now in the hearing of a people who have prejudged prisoner
+and condemned me for pleading in his behalf. He is a convict, a
+pauper, a negro, without intellect, sense, or emotion. My child with
+an affectionate smile disarms my care-worn face of its frown whenever
+I cross my threshold. The beggar in the street obliges me to give
+because he says, 'God bless you!' as I pass. My dog caresses me with
+fondness if I will but smile on him. My horse recognizes me when I
+fill his manger. What reward, what gratitude, what sympathy and
+affection can I expect here? There the prisoner sits. Look at him.
+Look at the assemblage around you. Listen to their ill-suppressed
+censures and their excited fears, and tell me where among my neighbors
+or my fellow-men, where, even in his heart, I can expect to find a
+sentiment, a thought, not to say of reward or of acknowledgment, or
+even of recognition? Gentlemen, you may think of this evidence what
+you please, bring in what verdict you can, but I asseverate before
+Heaven and you, that, to the best of my knowledge and belief, the
+prisoner at the bar does not at this moment know why it is that my
+shadow falls on you instead of his own."
+
+The gallows got its victim, but the post-mortem examination of the
+poor creature showed to all the surgeons and to all the world that the
+public were wrong, and William H. Seward was right, and that hard,
+stony step of obloquy in the Auburn court-room was the first step of
+the stairs of fame up which he went to the top, or to within one step
+of the top, that last denied him through the treachery of American
+politics. Nothing sublimer was ever seen in an American court-room
+than William H. Seward, without reward, standing between the fury of
+the populace and the loathsome imbecile. Substitution!
+
+In the realm of the fine arts there was as remarkable an instance. A
+brilliant but hypercriticised painter, Joseph William Turner, was met
+by a volley of abuse from all the art galleries of Europe. His
+paintings, which have since won the applause of all civilized nations,
+"The Fifth Plague of Egypt," "Fishermen on a Lee Shore in Squally
+Weather," "Calais Pier," "The Sun Rising Through Mist," and "Dido
+Building Carthage," were then targets for critics to shoot at. In
+defense of this outrageously abused man, a young author of twenty-four
+years, just one year out of college, came forth with his pen, and
+wrote the ablest and most famous essays on art that the world ever
+saw, or ever will see--John Ruskin's "Modern Painters." For seventeen
+years this author fought the battles of the maltreated artist, and
+after, in poverty and broken-heartedness, the painter had died, and
+the public tried to undo their cruelties toward him by giving him a
+big funeral and burial at St. Paul's Cathedral, his old-time friend
+took out of a tin box nineteen thousand pieces of paper containing
+drawings by the old painter, and through many weary and uncompensated
+months assorted and arranged them for public observation. People say
+John Ruskin in his old days is cross, misanthropic, and morbid.
+Whatever he may do that he ought not to do, and whatever he may say
+that he ought not to say between now and his death, he will leave this
+world insolvent as far as it has any capacity to pay this author's pen
+for its chivalric and Christian defense of a poor painter's pencil.
+John Ruskin for William Turner. Blood for blood. Substitution!
+
+What an exalting principle this which leads one to suffer for another!
+Nothing so kindles enthusiasm or awakens eloquence, or chimes poetic
+canto, or moves nations. The principle is the dominant one in our
+religion--Christ the Martyr, Christ the celestial Hero, Christ the
+Defender, Christ the Substitute. No new principle, for it was as old
+as human nature; but now on a grander, wider, higher, deeper, and more
+world-resounding scale! The shepherd boy as a champion for Israel with
+a sling toppled the giant of Philistine braggadocio in the dust; but
+here is another David who, for all the armies of churches militant and
+triumphant, hurls the Goliath of perdition into defeat, the crash of
+his brazen armor like an explosion at Hell Gate. Abraham had at God's
+command agreed to sacrifice his son Isaac, and the same God just in
+time had provided a ram of the thicket as a substitute; but here is
+another Isaac bound to the altar, and no hand arrests the sharp edges
+of laceration and death, and the universe shivers and quakes and
+recoils and groans at the horror.
+
+All good men have for centuries been trying to tell whom this
+Substitute was like, and every comparison, inspired and uninspired,
+evangelistic, prophetic, apostolic, and human, falls short, for Christ
+was the Great Unlike. Adam a type of Christ, because he came directly
+from God; Noah a type of Christ, because he delivered his own family
+from deluge; Melchisedec a type of Christ, because he had no
+predecessor or successor; Joseph a type of Christ, because he was cast
+out by his brethren; Moses a type of Christ, because he was a
+deliverer from bondage; Joshua a type of Christ, because he was a
+conqueror; Samson a type of Christ, because of his strength to slay
+the lions and carry off the iron gates of impossibility; Solomon a
+type of Christ, in the affluence of his dominion; Jonah a type of
+Christ, because of the stormy sea in which he threw himself for the
+rescue of others; but put together Adam and Noah and Melchisedec and
+Joseph and Moses and Joshua and Samson and Solomon and Jonah, and they
+would not make a fragment of a Christ, a quarter of a Christ, the half
+of a Christ, or the millionth part of a Christ.
+
+He forsook a throne and sat down on His own footstool. He came from
+the top of glory to the bottom of humiliation, and changed a
+circumference seraphic for a circumference diabolic. Once waited on by
+angels, now hissed at by brigands. From afar and high up He came down;
+past meteors swifter than they; by starry thrones, Himself more
+lustrous; past larger worlds to smaller worlds; down stairs of
+firmaments, and from cloud to cloud, and through tree-tops and into
+the earners stall, to thrust His shoulder under our burdens and take
+the lances of pain through His vitals, and wrapped himself in all the
+agonies which we deserve for our misdoings, and stood on the splitting
+decks of a foundering vessel, amid the drenching surf of the sea, and
+passed midnights on the mountains amid wild beasts of prey, and stood
+at the point where all earthly and infernal hostilities charged on Him
+at once with their keen sabers--our Substitute!
+
+When did attorney ever endure so much for a pauper client, or
+physician for the patient in the lazaretto, or mother for the child in
+membranous croup, as Christ for us, and Christ for you, and Christ for
+me? Shall any man or woman or child in this audience who has ever
+suffered for another find it hard to understand this Christly
+suffering for us? Shall those whose sympathies have been wrung in
+behalf of the unfortunate have no appreciation of that one moment
+which was lifted out of all the ages of eternity as most conspicuous,
+when Christ gathered up all the sins of those to be redeemed under His
+one arm, and all their sorrows under His other arm, and said: "I will
+atone for these under my right arm, and will heal all those under my
+left arm. Strike me with all thy glittering shafts, O Eternal Justice!
+Roll over me with all thy surges, ye oceans of sorrow"? And the
+thunderbolts struck Him from above, and the seas of trouble rolled up
+from beneath, hurricane after hurricane, and cyclone after cyclone,
+and then and there in presence of heaven and earth and hell, yea, all
+worlds witnessing, the price, the bitter price, the transcendent
+price, the awful price, the glorious price, the infinite price, the
+eternal price, was paid that sets us free.
+
+That is what Paul means, that is what I mean, that is what all those
+who have ever had their heart changed mean by "blood." I glory in this
+religion of blood! I am thrilled as I see the suggestive color in
+sacramental cup, whether it be of burnished silver set on cloth
+immaculately white, or rough-hewn from wood set on table in log-hut
+meeting-house of the wilderness. Now I am thrilled as I see the altars
+of ancient sacrifice crimson with the blood of the slain lamb, and
+Leviticus is to me not so much the Old Testament as the New. Now I see
+why the destroying angel passing over Egypt in the night spared all
+those houses that had blood sprinkled on their door-posts. Now I know
+what Isaiah means when he speaks of "one in red apparel coming with
+dyed garments from Bozrah;" and whom the Apocalypse means when it
+describes a heavenly chieftain whose "vesture was dipped in blood;"
+and what Peter, the apostle, means when he speaks of the "precious
+blood that cleanseth from all sin;" and what the old, worn-out,
+decrepit missionary Paul means when, in my text, he cries, "Without
+shedding of blood is no remission." By that blood you and I will be
+saved--or never saved at all. In all the ages of the world God has not
+once pardoned a single sin except through the Saviour's expiation, and
+He never will. Glory be to God that the hill back of Jerusalem was the
+battle-field on which Christ achieved our liberty!
+
+The most exciting and overpowering day of last summer was the day I
+spent on the battle-field of Waterloo. Starting out with the morning
+train from Brussels, Belgium, we arrived in about an hour on that
+famous spot. A son of one who was in the battle, and who had heard
+from his father a thousand times the whole scene recited, accompanied
+us over the field. There stood the old Hougomont Château, the walls
+dented, and scratched, and broken, and shattered by grape-shot and
+cannon-ball. There is the well in which three hundred dying and dead
+were pitched. There is the chapel with the head of the infant Christ
+shot off. There are the gates at which, for many hours, English and
+French armies wrestled. Yonder were the one hundred and sixty guns of
+the English, and the two hundred and fifty guns of the French. Yonder
+the Hanoverian Hussars fled for the woods. Yonder was the ravine of
+Ohain, where the French cavalry, not knowing there was a hollow in the
+ground, rolled over and down, troop after troop, tumbling into one
+awful mass of suffering, hoof of kicking horses against brow and
+breast of captains and colonels and private soldiers, the human and
+the beastly groan kept up until, the day after, all was shoveled under
+because of the malodor arising in that hot month of June.
+
+"There," said our guide, "the Highland regiments lay down on their
+faces waiting for the moment to spring upon the foe. In that orchard
+twenty-five hundred men were cut to pieces. Here stood Wellington with
+white lips, and up that knoll rode Marshal Ney on his sixth horse,
+five having been shot under him. Here the ranks of the French broke,
+and Marshal Ney, with his boot slashed of a sword, and his hat off,
+and his face covered with powder and blood, tried to rally his troops
+as he cried: 'Come and see how a marshal of French dies on the
+battle-field.' From yonder direction Grouchy was expected for the
+French re-enforcement, but he came not. Around those woods Blucher was
+looked for to re-enforce the English, and just in time he came up.
+Yonder is the field where Napoleon stood, his arm through the reins of
+the horse's bridle, dazed and insane, trying to go back." Scene of a
+battle that went on from twenty-five minutes to twelve o'clock, on the
+eighteenth of June, until four o'clock, when the English seemed
+defeated, and their commander cried out; "Boys, can you think of
+giving way? Remember old England!" and the tides turned, and at eight
+o'clock in the evening the man of destiny, who was called by his
+troops Old Two Hundred Thousand, turned away with broken heart, and
+the fate of centuries was decided.
+
+No wonder a great mound has been reared there, hundreds of feet
+high--a mound at the expense of millions of dollars and many years in
+rising, and on the top is the great Belgian lion of bronze, and a
+grand old lion it is. But our great Waterloo was in Palestine. There
+came a day when all hell rode up, led by Apollyon, and the Captain of
+our salvation confronted them alone. The Rider on the white horse of
+the Apocalypse going out against the black horse cavalry of death, and
+the battalions of the demoniac, and the myrmidons of darkness. From
+twelve o'clock at noon to three o'clock in the afternoon the greatest
+battle of the universe went on. Eternal destinies were being decided.
+All the arrows of hell pierced our Chieftain, and the battle-axes
+struck Him, until brow and cheek and shoulder and hand and foot were
+incarnadined with oozing life; but He fought on until He gave a final
+stroke with sword from Jehovah's buckler, and the commander-in-chief
+of hell and all his forces fell back in everlasting ruin, and the
+victory is ours. And on the mound that celebrates the triumph we plant
+this day two figures, not in bronze or iron or sculptured marble, but
+two figures of living light, the Lion of Judah's tribe and the Lamb
+that was slain.
+
+
+
+
+POSTHUMOUS OPPORTUNITY.
+
+ "If the tree fall toward the south or toward the north, in the
+ place where the tree falleth there it shall be."--ECCLES. xi: 3.
+
+
+There is a hovering hope in the minds of a vast multitude that there
+will be an opportunity in the next world to correct the mistakes of
+this; that, if we do make complete shipwreck of our earthly life, it
+will be on a shore up which we may walk to a palace; that, as a
+defendant may lose his case in the Circuit Court, and carry it up to
+the Supreme Court or Court of Chancery and get a reversal of judgment
+in his behalf, all the costs being thrown over on the other party, so,
+if we fail in the earthly trial, we may in the higher jurisdiction of
+eternity have the judgment of the lower court set aside, all the costs
+remitted, and we may be victorious defendants forever.
+
+My object in this sermon is to show that common sense, as well as my
+text, declares that such an expectation is chimerical. You say that
+the impenitent man, having got into the next world and seeing the
+disaster, will, as a result of that disaster, turn, the pain the cause
+of his reformation. But you can find ten thousand instances in this
+world of men who have done wrong and distress overtook them suddenly.
+Did the distress heal them? No; they went right on.
+
+That man was flung of dissipations. "You must stop drinking," said
+the doctor, "and quit the fast life you are leading, or it will
+destroy you.". The patient suffers paroxysm after paroxysm; but, under
+skillful medical treatment, he begins to sit up, begins to walk about
+the room, begins to go to business. And, lo! he goes back to the same
+grog-shops for his morning dram, and his even dram, and the drams
+between. Flat down again! Same doctor. Same physical anguish. Same
+medical warning.
+
+Now, the illness is more protracted; the liver is more stubborn, the
+stomach more irritable, and the digestive organs are more rebellious.
+But after awhile he is out again, goes back to the same dram-shops,
+and goes the same round of sacrilege against his physical health.
+
+He sees that his downward course is ruining his household, that his
+life is a perpetual perjury against his marriage vow, that that
+broken-hearted woman is so unlike the roseate young wife that he
+married, that her old schoolmates do not recognize her; that his sons
+are to be taunted for a life-time by the father's drunkenness, that
+the daughters are to pass into life under the scarification of a
+disreputable ancestor. He is drinking up their happiness, their
+prospects for this life, and, perhaps, for the life to come. Sometimes
+an appreciation of what he is doing comes upon him. His nervous system
+is all a tangle. From crown of head to sole of foot he is one aching,
+rasping, crucifying, damning torture. Where is he? In hell on earth.
+Does it reform him?
+
+After awhile he has delirium tremens, with a whole jungle of hissing
+reptiles let out on his pillow, and his screams horrify the neighbors
+as he dashes out of his bed, crying: "Take these things off me!" As he
+sits, pale and convalescent, the doctor says: "Now I want to have a
+plain talk with you, my dear fellow. The next attack of this kind you
+will have you will be beyond all medical skill, and you will die." He
+gets better and goes forth into the same round again. This time
+medicine takes no effect. Consultation of physicians agree in saying
+there is no hope. Death ends the scene.
+
+That process of inebriation, warning, and dissolution is going on
+within stone's throw of this church, going on in all the neighborhoods
+of Christendom. Pain does not correct. Suffering does not reform. What
+is true in one sense is true in all senses, and will forever be so,
+and yet men are expecting in the next world purgatorial rejuvenation.
+Take up the printed reports of the prisons of the United States, and
+you will find that the vast majority of the incarcerated have been
+there before, some of them four, five, six times. With a million
+illustrations all working the other way in this world, people are
+expecting that distress in the next state will be salvatory. You can
+not imagine any worse torture in any other world than that which some
+men have suffered here, and without any salutary consequence.
+
+Furthermore, the prospect of a reformation in the next world is more
+improbable than a reformation here. In this world the life started
+with innocence of infancy. In the case supposed the other life will
+open with all the accumulated bad habits of many years upon him.
+Surely, it is easier to build a strong ship out of new timber than out
+of an old hulk that has been ground up in the breakers. If with
+innocence to start with in this life a man does not become godly, what
+prospect is there that in the next world, starting with sin, there
+would be a seraph evoluted? Surely the sculptor has more prospect of
+making a fine statue out of a block of pure white Parian marble than
+out of an old black rock seamed and cracked with the storms of a half
+century. Surely upon a clean, white sheet of paper it is easier to
+write a deed or a will than upon a sheet of paper all scribbled and
+blotted and torn from top to bottom. Yet men seem to think that,
+though the life that began here comparatively perfect turned out
+badly, the next life will succeed, though it starts with a dead
+failure.
+
+"But," says some one, "I think we ought to have a chance in the next
+life, because this life is so short it allows only small opportunity.
+We hardly have time to turn around between cradle and tomb, the wood
+of the one almost touching the marble of the other." But do you know
+what made the ancient deluge a necessity? It was the longevity of the
+antediluvians. They were worse in the second century of their
+life-time than in the first hundred years, and still worse in the
+third century, and still worse all the way on to seven, eight, and
+nine hundred years, and the earth had to be washed, and scrubbed, and
+soaked, and anchored, clear out of sight for more than a month before
+it could be made fit for decent people to live in. Longevity never
+cures impenitency. All the pictures of Time represent him with a
+scythe to cut, but I never saw any picture of Time with a case of
+medicines to heal. Seneca says that Nero for the first five years of
+his public life was set up for an example of clemency and kindness,
+but his path all the way descended until at sixty-eight he became a
+suicide. If eight hundred years did not make antediluvians any better,
+but only made them worse, the ages of eternity could have no effect
+except prolongation of depravity.
+
+"But," says some one, "in the future state evil surroundings will be
+withdrawn and elevated influences substituted, and hence expurgation,
+and sublimation, and glorification." But the righteous, all their sins
+forgiven, have passed on into a beatific state, and consequently the
+unsaved will be left alone. It can not be expected that Doctor Duff,
+who exhausted himself in teaching Hindoos the way to heaven, and
+Doctor Abeel, who gave his life in the evangelization of China, and
+Adoniram Judson, who toiled for the redemption of Borneo, should be
+sent down by some celestial missionary society to educate those who
+wasted all their earthly existence. Evangelistic and missionary
+efforts are ended. The entire kingdom of the morally bankrupt by
+themselves, where are the salvatory influences to come from? Can one
+speckled and bad apple in a barrel of diseased apples turn the other
+apples good? Can those who are themselves down help others up? Can
+those who have themselves failed in the business of the soul pay the
+debts of their spiritual insolvents? Can a million wrongs make one
+right?
+
+Poneropolis was a city where King Philip of Thracia put all the bad
+people of his kingdom. If any man had opened a primary school at
+Poneropolis I do not think the parents from other cities would have
+sent their children there. Instead of amendment in the other world,
+all the associations, now that the good are evolved, will be
+degenerating and down. You would not want to send a man to a cholera
+or yellow fever hospital for his health; and the great lazaretto of
+the next world, containing the diseased and plague-struck, will be a
+poor place for moral recovery. If the surroundings in this world were
+crowded of temptation, the surroundings of the next world, after the
+righteous have passed up and on, will be a thousand per cent. more
+crowded of temptation.
+
+The Count of Chateaubriand made his little son sleep at night at the
+top of a castle turret, where the winds howled and where specters were
+said to haunt the place; and while the mother and sisters almost died
+with fright, the son tells us that the process gave him nerves that
+could not tremble and a courage that never faltered. But I don't think
+that towers of darkness and the spectral world swept by Sirocco and
+Euroclydon will ever fit one for the land of eternal sunshine. I
+wonder what is the curriculum of that college of Inferno, where, after
+proper preparation by the sins of this life, the candidate enters,
+passing on from freshman class of depravity to sophomore of
+abandonment, and from sophomore to junior, and from junior to senior,
+and day of graduation comes, and with diploma signed by Satan, the
+president, and other professorial demoniacs, attesting that the
+candidate has been long enough under their drill, he passes up to
+enter heaven! Pandemonium a preparative course for heavenly admission!
+Ah, my friends, Satan and his cohorts have fitted uncounted
+multitudes for ruin, but never fitted one soul for happiness.
+
+Furthermore, it would not be safe for this world if men had another
+chance in the next. If it had been announced that, however wickedly a
+man might act in this world, he could fix it up all right in the next,
+society would be terribly demoralized, and the human race demolished
+in a few years. The fear that, if we are bad and unforgiven here, it
+will not be well for us in the next existence, is the chief influence
+that keeps civilization from rushing back to semi-barbarism, and
+semi-barbarism from rushing into midnight savagery, and midnight
+savagery from extinction; for it is the astringent impression of all
+nations, Christian and heathen, that there is no future chance for
+those who have wasted this.
+
+Multitudes of men who are kept within bounds would say, "Go to, now!
+Let me get all out of this life there is in it. Come, gluttony, and
+inebriation, and uncleanness, and revenge, and all sensualities, and
+wait upon me! My life may be somewhat shortened in this world by
+dissoluteness, but that will only make heavenly indulgence on a larger
+scale the sooner possible. I will overtake the saints at last, and
+will enter the Heavenly Temple only a little later than those who
+behaved themselves here. I will on my way to heaven take a little
+wider excursion than those who were on earth pious, and I shall go to
+heaven _via_ Gehenna and _via_ Sheol." Another chance in the next
+world means free license and wild abandonment in this.
+
+Suppose you were a party in an important case at law, and you knew
+from consultation with judges and attorneys that it would be tried
+twice, and the first trial would be of little importance, but that the
+second would decide everything; for which trial would you make the
+most preparation, for which retain the ablest attorneys, for which be
+most anxious about the attendance of witnesses? You would put all the
+stress upon the second trial, all the anxiety, all the expenditure,
+saying, "The first is nothing, the last is everything." Give the race
+assurance of a second and more important trial in the subsequent life,
+and all the preparation for eternity would be _post-mortem_,
+post-funeral, post-sepulchral, and the world with one jerk be pitched
+off into impiety and godlessness.
+
+Furthermore, let me ask why a chance should be given in the next world
+if we have refused innumerable chances in this? Suppose you give a
+banquet, and you invite a vast number of friends, but one man declines
+to come, or treats your invitation with indifference. You in the
+course of twenty years give twenty banquets, and the same man is
+invited to them all, and treats them all in the same obnoxious way.
+After awhile you remove to another house, larger and better, and you
+again invite your friends, but send no invitation to the man who
+declined or neglected the other invitations. Are you to blame? Has he
+a right to expect to be invited after all the indignities he has done
+you? God in this world has invited us all to the banquet of His grace.
+He invited us by His Providence and His Spirit three hundred and
+sixty-five days of every year since we knew our right hand from our
+left. If we declined it every time, or treated the invitation with
+indifference, and gave twenty or forty or fifty years of indignity on
+our part toward the Banqueter, and at last He spreads the banquet in a
+more luxurious and kingly place, amid the heavenly gardens, have we a
+right to expect Him to invite us again, and have we a right to blame
+Him if He does not invite us?
+
+If twelve gates of salvation stood open twenty years or fifty years
+for our admission, and at the end of that time they are closed, can we
+complain of it and say, "These gates ought to be open again. Give us
+another chance"? If the steamer is to sail for Hamburg, and we want to
+get to Germany by that line, and we read in every evening and every
+morning newspaper that it will sail on a certain day, for two weeks we
+have that advertisement before our eyes, and then we go down to the
+docks fifteen minutes after it has shoved off into the stream and say:
+"Come back. Give me another chance. It is not fair to treat me in this
+way. Swing up to the dock again, and throw out planks, and let me come
+on board." Such behavior would invite arrest as a madman.
+
+And if, after the Gospel ship has lain at anchor before our eyes for
+years and years, and all the benign voices of earth and heaven have
+urged us to get on board, as she might sail away at any moment, and
+after awhile she sails without us, is it common sense to expect her to
+come back? You might as well go out on the Highlands at Neversink and
+call to the "Aurania" after she has been three days out, and expect
+her to return, as to call back an opportunity for heaven when it once
+has sped away. All heaven offered us as a gratuity, and for a
+life-time we refuse to take it, and then rush on the bosses of
+Jehovah's buckler demanding another chance. There ought to be, there
+can be, there will be no such thing as posthumous opportunity. Thus,
+our common sense agrees with my text--"If the tree fall toward the
+south, or toward the north, in the place where the tree falleth, there
+it shall be."
+
+You see that this idea lifts this world up from an unimportant
+way-station to a platform of stupendous issues, and makes all eternity
+whirl around this hour. But one trial for which all the preparation
+must be made in this world, or never made at all. That piles up all
+the emphases and all the climaxes and all the destinies into life
+here. No other chance! Oh, how that augments the value and the
+importance of this chance!
+
+Alexander with his army used to surround a city, and then would lift a
+great light in token to the people that, if they surrendered before
+that light went out, all would be well; but if once the light went
+out, then the battering-rams would swing against the wall, and
+demolition and disaster would follow. Well, all we need do for our
+present and everlasting safety is to make surrender to Christ, the
+King and Conqueror--surrender of our hearts, surrender of our lives,
+surrender of everything. And He keeps a great light burning, light of
+Gospel invitation, light kindled with the wood of the cross and
+flaming up against the dark night of our sin and sorrow. Surrender
+while that great light continues to burn, for after it goes out there
+will be no other opportunity of making peace with God through our Lord
+Jesus Christ. Talk of another chance! Why, this is a supernal chance!
+
+In the time of Edward the Sixth, at the battle of Musselburgh, a
+private soldier, seeing that the Earl of Huntley had lost his helmet,
+took off his own helmet and put it upon the head of the earl; and the
+head of the private soldier uncovered, he was soon slain, while his
+commander rode safely out of the battle. But in our case, instead of a
+private soldier offering helmet to an earl, it is a King putting His
+crown upon an unworthy subject, the King dying that we might live.
+Tell it to all points of the compass. Tell it to night and day. Tell
+it to all earth and heaven. Tell it to all centuries, all ages, all
+millenniums, that we have such a magnificent chance in this world that
+we need no other chance in the next.
+
+I am in the burnished Judgment Hall of the Last Day. A great white
+throne is lifted, but the Judge has not yet taken it. While we are
+waiting for His arrival I hear immortal spirits in conversation. "What
+are you waiting here for?" says a soul that went up from Madagascar to
+a soul that ascended from America. The latter says: "I came from
+America, where forty years I heard the Gospel preached, and Bible
+read, and from the prayer that I learned in infancy at my mother's
+knee until my last hour I had Gospel advantage, but, for some reason,
+I did not make the Christian choice, and I am here waiting for the
+Judge to give me a new trial and another chance." "Strange!" says the
+other; "I had but one Gospel call in Madagascar, and I accepted it,
+and I do not need another chance."
+
+"Why are you here?" says one who on earth had feeblest intellect to
+one who had great brain, and silvery tongue, and scepters of
+influence. The latter responds: "Oh, I knew more than my fellows. I
+mastered libraries, and had learned titles from colleges, and my name
+was a synonym for eloquence and power. And yet I neglected my soul,
+and I am here waiting for a new trial." "Strange," says the one of the
+feeble earthly capacity; "I knew but little of worldly knowledge, but
+I knew Christ, and made Him my partner, and I have no need of another
+chance."
+
+Now the ground trembles with the approaching chariot. The great
+folding-doors of the Hall swing open. "Stand back!" cry the celestial
+ushers. "Stand back, and let the Judge of quick and dead pass
+through!" He takes the throne, and, looking over the throng of
+nations, He says: "Come to judgment, the last judgment, the only
+judgment!" By one flash from the throne all the history of each one
+flames forth to the vision of himself and all others. "Divide!" says
+the Judge to the assembly. "Divide!" echo the walls. "Divide!" cry the
+guards angelic.
+
+And now the immortals separate, rushing this way and that, and after
+awhile there is a great aisle between them, and a great vacuum
+widening and widening, and the Judge, turning to the throng on one
+side, says: "He that is righteous, let him be righteous still, and he
+that is holy, let him be holy still;" and then, turning toward the
+throng on the opposite side, He says: "He that is unjust, let him be
+unjust still, and he that is filthy, let him be filthy still;" and
+then, lifting one hand toward each group, He declares: "If the tree
+fall toward the south or toward the north, in the place where the
+tree falleth, there it shall be." And then I hear something jar with a
+great sound. It is the closing of the Book of Judgment. The Judge
+ascends the stairs behind the throne. The hall of the last assize is
+cleared and shut. The high court of eternity is adjourned forever.
+
+
+
+
+THE LORD'S RAZOR.
+
+ "In the same day shall the Lord shave with a razor that is
+ hired, namely, by them beyond the river, by the King of
+ Assyria."--ISAIAH vii: 20.
+
+
+The Bible is the boldest book ever written. There are no similitudes
+in Ossian or the Iliad or the Odyssey so daring. Its imagery sometimes
+seems on the verge of the reckless, but only seems so. The fact is
+that God would startle and arouse and propel men and nations. A tame
+and limping similitude would fail to accomplish the object. While
+there are times when He employs in the Bible the gentle dew and the
+morning cloud and the dove and the daybreak in the presentation of
+truth, we often find the iron chariot, the lightning, the earthquake,
+the spray, the sword, and, in my text, the razor.
+
+This keen-bladed instrument has advanced in usefulness with the ages.
+In Bible times and lands the beard remained uncut save in the seasons
+of mourning and humiliation, but the razor was always a suggestive
+symbol. David says of Doeg, his antagonist: "Thy tongue is a sharp
+razor working deceitfully;" that is, it pretends to clear the face,
+but is really used for deadly incision. In this morning's text the
+weapon of the toilet appears under the following circumstances: Judea
+needed to have some of its prosperities cut off, and God sends
+against it three Assyrian kings--first Sennacherib, then Esrahaddon,
+and afterward Nebuchadnezzar. Those three sharp invasions, that cut
+down the glory of Judea, are compared to so many sweeps of the razor
+across the face of the land. And these circumstances were called a
+hired razor because God took the kings of Assyria, with whom He had no
+sympathy, to do the work, and paid them in palaces and spoils and
+annexations. These kings were hired to execute the divine behests. And
+now the text, which on its first reading may have seemed trivial or
+inapt, is charged with momentous import: "In the same day shall the
+Lord shave with a razor that is hired--namely, by them beyond the
+river, by the King of Assyria."
+
+Well, if God's judgments are razors, we had better be careful how we
+use them on other people. In careful sheath these domestic weapons are
+put away, where no one by accident may touch them, and where the hands
+of children may not reach them. Such instruments must be carefully
+handled or not handled at all. But how recklessly some people wield
+the judgments of God! If a man meet with business misfortune, how many
+there are ready to cry out: "That is a judgment of God upon him
+because he was unscrupulous, or arrogant, or overreaching, or miserly.
+I thought he would get cut down! What a clean sweep of everything! His
+city house and country house gone! His stables emptied of all the fine
+bays and sorrels and grays that used to prance by his door! All his
+resources overthrown, and all that he prided himself on tumbled into
+demolition! Good for him!" Stop, my brother. Don't sling around too
+freely the judgments of God, for they are razors.
+
+Some of the most wicked business men succeed, and they live and die in
+prosperity, and some of the most honest and conscientious are driven
+into bankruptcy. Perhaps his manner was unfortunate, and he was not
+really as proud as he looked to be. Some of those who carry their head
+erect and look imperial are humble as a child, while many a man in
+seedy coat and slouch hat and unblacked shoes is as proud as Lucifer.
+You can not tell by a man's look. Perhaps he was not unscrupulous in
+business, for there are two sides to every story, and everybody that
+accomplishes anything for himself or others gets industriously lied
+about. Perhaps his business misfortune was not a punishment, but the
+fatherly discipline to prepare him for heaven, and God may love him
+far more than He loves you, who can pay dollar for dollar, and are put
+down in the commercial catalogues as A1. Whom the Lord loveth He gives
+four hundred thousand dollars and lets die on embroidered pillows? No:
+whom the Lord loveth He chasteneth. Better keep your hand off the
+Lord's razors, lest they cut and wound people that do not deserve it.
+If you want to shave off some of the bristling pride of your own heart
+do so; but be very careful how you put the sharp edge on others.
+
+How I do dislike the behavior of those persons who, when people are
+unfortunate, say: "I told you so--getting punished--served him right."
+If those I-told-you-so's got their desert they would long ago have
+been pitched over the battlements. The mote in their neighbor's
+eyes--so small that it takes a microscope to find it--gives them more
+trouble than the beam which obscures their own optics. With air
+sometimes supercilious and sometimes Pharisaical, and always
+blasphemous, they take the razor of the divine judgment and sharpen it
+on the hone of their own hard hearts, and then go to work on men
+sprawled out at full length under disaster, cutting mercilessly. They
+begin by soft expressions of sympathy and pity and half praise, and,
+lather the victim all over before they put on the sharp edge.
+
+Let us be careful how we shoot at others lest we take down the wrong
+one, remembering the servant of King William Rufus who shot at a deer,
+but the arrow glanced against a tree and killed the king. Instead of
+going out with shafts to pierce, and razors to cut, we had better
+imitate the friend of Richard Coeur de Lion, who, in the war of the
+Crusades, was captured and imprisoned, but none of his friends knew
+where. So his loyal friend went around the land from stronghold to
+stronghold, and sung at each window a snatch of song that Richard
+Coeur de Lion had taught him in other days. And one day, coming before
+a jail where he suspected his king might be incarcerated, he sung two
+lines of song, and immediately King Richard responded from his cell
+with the other two lines, and so his whereabouts were discovered, and
+immediately a successful movement was made for his liberation. So let
+us go up and down the world with the music of kind words and
+sympathetic hearts, serenading the unfortunate, and trying to get out
+of trouble men who had noble natures, but, by unforeseen
+circumstances, have been incarcerated, thus liberating kings. More
+hymn-book and less razor.
+
+Especially ought we to be apologetic and merciful toward those who,
+while they have great faults, have also great virtues. Some people are
+barren of virtues. No weeds verily, but no flowers. I must not be too
+much enraged at a nettle along the fence if it be in a field
+containing forty acres of ripe Michigan wheat. At the present time,
+naturalists tell us, there is on the sun a spot twenty thousand miles
+long, but from the brightness and warmth I conclude it is a good deal
+of a sun yet.
+
+Again, when I read in my text that the Lord shaves with the hired
+razor of Assyria the land of Judea, I bethink myself of the precision
+of God's providence. A razor swung the tenth part of an inch out of
+the right line means either failure or laceration, but God's dealings
+never slip, and they do not miss by the thousandth part of an inch the
+right direction. People talk as though things in this world were at
+loose ends. Cholera sweeps across Marseilles and Madrid and Palermo,
+and we watch anxiously. Will the epidemic sweep Europe and America?
+People say, "That will entirely depend on whether inoculation is a
+successful experiment; that will depend entirely on quarantine
+regulations; that will depend on the early or late appearance of
+frost; that epidemic is pitched into the world, and it goes blundering
+across the continents, and it is all guess-work and an appalling
+perhaps."
+
+My friends, I think, perhaps, that God had something to do with it,
+and that His mercy may have in some way protected us--that He may have
+done as much for us as the quarantine and the health officers. It was
+right and a necessity that all caution should be used, but there has
+come enough macaroni from Italy, and enough grapes from the south of
+France, and enough rags from tatterdemalions, and hidden in these
+articles of transportation enough choleraic germs to have left by this
+time all Brooklyn mourning at Greenwood, and all Philadelphia at
+Laurel Hill, and all Boston at Mount Auburn. I thank all the doctors
+and quarantines; but, more than all, and first of all, and last of
+all, and all the time, I thank God. In all the six thousand years of
+the world's existence there has not one thing merely "happened so."
+God is not an anarchist, but a King, a Father.
+
+When little Tod, the son of President Lincoln, died, all the land
+sympathized with the sorrow in the White House. He used to rush into
+the room where the cabinet was in session, and while the most eminent
+men of the land were discussing the questions of national existence.
+But the child had no care about those questions. Now God the Father,
+and God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost are in perpetual session in
+regard to this world and kindred worlds. Shall you, His child, rush in
+to criticise or arraign or condemn the divine government? No; the
+Cabinet of the Eternal Three can govern and will govern in the wisest
+and best way, and there never will be a mistake, and like razor
+skillfully swung, shall cut that which ought to be cut, and avoid that
+which ought to be avoided. Precision to the very hair-breadth. Earthly
+time-pieces may get out of order and strike wrong, saying that it is
+one o'clock when it is two, or two when it is three. God's clock is
+always right, and when it is one it strikes one, and when it is twelve
+it strikes twelve, and the second hand is as accurate as the minute
+hand.
+
+Further, my text tells us that God sometimes shaves nations: "In the
+same day shall the Lord shave with the razor that is hired." With one
+sharp sweep He went across Judea and down went its pride and its
+power. In 1861 God shaved our nation. We had allowed to grow Sabbath
+desecration, and oppression, and blasphemy, and fraud, and impurity,
+and all sorts of turpitude. The South had its sins, and the North its
+sins, and the East its sins, and the West its sins. We had been warned
+again and again, and we did not heed. At length the sword of war cut
+from the St. Lawrence to the Gulf, and from Atlantic seaboard to
+Pacific seaboard. The pride of the land, not the cowards, but the
+heroes, on both sides went down. And that which we took for the sword
+of war was the Lord's razor.
+
+In 1862, again, it went across the land. In 1863 again. In 1864 again.
+Then the sharp instrument was incased and put away. Never in the
+history of the ages was any land more thoroughly shaved than during
+those four years of civil combat; and, my brethren, if we do not quit
+some of our individual sins, national sins, the Lord will again take
+us in hand. He has other razors within reach besides war: epidemics,
+droughts, deluges, plagues--grasshopper and locust; or our
+overtowering success may so far excite the jealousy of other lands
+that, under some pretext, the great nations of Europe and Asia may
+combine to put us down. This nation, so easily approached on north
+and south and from both oceans, might have on hand at once more
+hostilities than were ever arrayed against any power.
+
+We have recently been told by skillful engineers that all our
+fortresses around New York harbor could not keep the shells from being
+hurled from the sea into the heart of these great cities. Insulated
+China, the wealthiest of all nations, as will be realized when her
+resources are developed, will have adopted all the modes of modern
+warfare, and at the Golden Gate may be discussing whether Americans
+must go. If the combined jealousies of Europe and Asia should come
+upon us, we should have more work on hand than would be pleasant. I
+hope no such combination against us will ever be formed, but I want to
+show that, as Assyria was the hired razor against Judea, and Cyrus the
+hired razor against Babylon, and the Huns the hired razor against the
+Goths, there are now many razors that the Lord could hire if, because
+of our national sins, He should undertake to shave us. In 1870,
+Germany was the razor with which the Lord shaved France. England is
+the razor with which very shortly the Lord will shave Russia. But
+nations are to repent in a day. May a speedy and world-wide coming to
+God hinder, on both sides the sea, all national calamity. But do not
+let us, as a nation, either by unrighteous law at Washington, or bad
+lives among ourselves, defy the Almighty.
+
+One would think that our national symbol of the eagle might sometimes
+suggest another eagle, that which ancient Rome carried. In the talons
+of that eagle were clutched at one time Britain, France, Spain, Italy,
+Dalmatia, Rhactia, Noricum, Pannonia, Moesia, Dacia, Thrace,
+Macedonia, Greece, Asia Minor, Syria, Phoenicia, Palestine, Egypt, and
+all Northern Africa, and all the islands of the Mediterranean, indeed,
+all the world that was worth having, an hundred and twenty millions of
+people under the wings of that one eagle. Where is she now? Ask
+Gibbon, the historian, in his prose poem, the "Decline and Fall of the
+Roman Empire." Ask her gigantic ruins straggling their sadness through
+the ages, the screech owl at windows out of which world-wide
+conquerors looked. Ask the day of judgment when her crowned
+debauchees, Commodus and Pertinax, and Caligula and Diocletian, shall
+answer for their infamy? As men and as nations let us repent, and have
+our trust in a pardoning God, rather than depend on former successes
+for immunity! Out of thirteen greatest battles of the world, Napoleon
+had lost but one before Waterloo. Pride and destruction often ride in
+the same saddle.
+
+But notice once more, and more than all in my text, that God is so
+kind and loving, that when it is necessary for Him to cut, He has to
+go to others for the sharp-edged weapon. "In the same day shall the
+Lord shave with a razor that is hired." God is love. God is pity. God
+is help. God is shelter. God is rescue. There are no sharp edges about
+Him, no thrusting points, no instruments of laceration. If you want
+balm for wounds, He has that. If you want salve for divine eyesight,
+He has that. But if there is sharp and cutting work to do which
+requires a razor, that He hires. God has nothing about Him that hurts,
+save when dire necessity demands, and then He has to go clear off to
+some one else to get the instrument.
+
+This divine geniality will be no novelty to those who have pondered
+the Calvarean massacre, where God submerged Himself in human tears,
+and crimsoned Himself from punctured arteries, and let the terrestrial
+and infernal worlds maul Him until the chandeliers of the sky had to
+be turned out, because the universe could not endure the indecency.
+Illustrious for love He must have been to take all that as our
+substitute, paying out of His own heart the price of our admission at
+the gates of heaven.
+
+King Henry II., of England, crowned his son as king, and on the day of
+coronation put on a servant's garb and waited, he, the king, at the
+son's table, to the astonishment of all the princes. But we know of a
+more wondrous scene, the King of heaven and earth offering to put on
+you, His child, the crown of life, and in the form of a servant
+waiting on you with blessing. Extol that love, all painting, all
+sculpture, all music, all architecture, all worship! In Dresdenian
+gallery let Raphael hold Him up as a child, and in Antwerp Cathedral
+let Rubens hand Him down from the cross as a martyr, and Handel make
+all his oratorio vibrate around that one chord--"He was wounded for
+our transgressions, bruised for our iniquity." But not until all the
+redeemed get home, and from the countenances of all the piled-up
+galleries of the ransomed shall be revealed the wonders of redemption,
+shall either man or seraph or archangel know the height, and depth,
+and length, and breadth of the love of God.
+
+At our national capital, a monument in honor of him who did more than
+any one to achieve our American Independence, was for scores of years
+in building, and most of us were discouraged and said it never would
+be completed. And how glad we all were when in the presence of the
+highest officials of the nation, the work was done! But will the
+monument to Him who died for the eternal liberation of the human race
+ever be completed? For ages the work has been going up; evangelists
+and apostles and martyrs have been adding to the heavenly pile, and
+every one of the millions of the redeemed going up from earth, has
+made to it contribution of gladness, and weight of glory is swung to
+the top of other weight of glory, higher and higher as the centuries
+go by, higher and higher as the whole millenniums roll, sapphire on
+the top of jasper, sardonyx on the top of chalcedony, and chrysoprasus
+above topaz, until, far beneath shall be the walls and towers and
+domes of the great capitol, a monument forever and forever rising, and
+yet never done. "Unto Him who hath loved us and washed us from our
+sins in His own blood, and made us kings and priests forever."
+
+Allelujah, amen.
+
+
+
+
+WINDOWS TOWARD JERUSALEM.
+
+ "His windows being open and his chamber toward
+ Jerusalem."--DAN. vi: 10.
+
+
+The scoundrelly princes of Persia, urged on by political jealousy
+against Daniel, have succeeded in getting a law passed that whosoever
+prays to God shall be put under the paws and teeth of the lions, who
+are lashing themselves in rage and hunger up and down the stone cage,
+or putting their lower jaws on the ground, bellowing till the earth
+trembles. But the leonine threat did not hinder the devotion of
+Daniel, the Coeur-de-Lion of the ages. His enemies might as well have
+a law that the sun should not draw water or that the south wind should
+not sweep across a garden of magnolias or that God should be
+abolished. They could not scare him with the red-hot furnaces, and
+they can not now scare him with the lions. As soon as Daniel hears of
+this enactment he leaves his office of Secretary of State, with its
+upholstery of crimson and gold, and comes down the white marble steps
+and goes to his own house. He opens his window and puts the shutters
+back and pulls the curtain aside so that he can look toward the sacred
+city of Jerusalem, and then prays.
+
+I suppose the people in the street gathered under and before his
+window, and said: "Just see that man defying the law; he ought to be
+arrested." And the constabulary of the city rush to the police
+head-quarters and report that Daniel is on his knees at the wide-open
+window. "You are my prisoner," says the officer of the law, dropping a
+heavy hand on the shoulder of the kneeling Daniel. As the constables
+open the door of the cavern to thrust in their prisoner, they see the
+glaring eyes of the monsters. But Daniel becomes the first lion-tamer,
+and they lick his hand and fawn at his feet, and that night he sleeps
+with the shaggy mane of a wild beast for his pillow, while the king
+that night, sleepless in the palace, has on him the paw and teeth of a
+lion he can not tame--the lion of a remorseful conscience.
+
+What a picture it would be for some artist; Darius, in the early dusk
+of morning, not waiting for footmen or chariot, hastening to the den,
+all flushed and nervous and in dishabille, and looking through the
+crevices of the cage to see what had become of his prime-minister!
+"What, no sound!" he says: "Daniel is surely devoured, and the lions
+are sleeping after their horrid meal, the bones of the poor man
+scattered across the floor of the cavern." With trembling voice Darius
+calls out, "Daniel!" No answer, for the prophet is yet in profound
+slumber. But a lion, more easily awakened, advances, and, with hot
+breath blown through the crevice, seems angrily to demand the cause of
+this interruption, and then another wild beast lifts his mane from
+under Daniel's head, and the prophet, waking up, comes forth to report
+himself all unhurt and well.
+
+But our text stands us at Daniel's window, open toward Jerusalem. Why
+in that direction open? Jerusalem was his native land, and all the
+pomp of his Babylonish successes could not make him forget it. He
+came there from Jerusalem at eighteen years of age, and he never
+visited it, though he lived to be eighty-five years. Yet, when he
+wanted to arouse the deepest emotions and grandest aspirations of his
+heart, he had his window open toward his native Jerusalem. There are
+many of you to-day who understand that without any exposition. This is
+getting to be a nation of foreigners. They have come into all
+occupations and professions. They sit in all churches. It may be
+twenty years ago since you got your naturalization papers, and you may
+be thoroughly Americanized, but you can't forget the land of your
+birth, and your warmest sympathies go out toward it. Your windows are
+open toward Jerusalem. Your father and mother are buried there. It may
+have been a very humble home in which you were born, but your memory
+often plays around it, and you hope some day to go and see it--the
+hill, the tree, the brook, the house, the place so sacred, the door
+from which you started off with parental blessing to make your own way
+in the world; and God only knows how sometimes you have longed to see
+the familiar places of your childhood, and how in awful crises of life
+you would like to have caught a glimpse of the old, wrinkled face that
+bent over you as you lay on the gentle lap twenty or forty or fifty
+years ago. You may have on this side of the sea risen in fortune, and,
+like Daniel, have become great, and may have come into prosperities
+which you never could have reached if you had stayed there, and you
+may have many windows to your house--bay-windows, and
+sky-light-windows, and windows of conservatory, and windows on all
+sides--but you have at least one window open toward Jerusalem.
+
+When the foreign steamer comes to the wharf, you see the long line of
+sailors, with shouldered mail-bags, coming down the planks, carrying
+as many letters as you might suppose would be enough for a year's
+correspondence, and this repeated again and again during the week.
+Multitudes of them are letters from home, and at all the post-offices
+of the land people will go to the window and anxiously ask for them,
+hundreds of thousands of persons finding that window of foreign mails
+the open window toward Jerusalem. Messages that say: "When are you
+coming home to see us? Brother has gone into the army. Sister is dead.
+Father and mother are getting very feeble. We are having a great
+struggle to get on here. Would you advise us to come to you, or will
+you come to us? All join in love, and hope to meet you, if not in this
+world, then in a better. Good-bye."
+
+Yes, yes; in all these cities, and amid the flowering western
+prairies, and on the slopes of the Pacific, and amid the Sierras, and
+on the banks of the lagoon, and on the ranches of Texas there is an
+uncounted multitude who, this hour, stand and sit and kneel with their
+windows open toward Jerusalem. Some of them played on the heather of
+the Scottish hills. Some of them were driven out by Irish famine. Some
+of them, in early life, drilled in the German army. Some of them were
+accustomed at Lyons or Marseilles or Paris to see on the street Victor
+Hugo and Gambetta. Some chased the chamois among the Alpine
+precipices. Some plucked the ripe clusters from Italian vineyard.
+Some lifted their faces under the midnight sun of Norway. It is no
+dishonor to our land that they remember the place of their nativity.
+Miscreants would they be if, while they have some of their windows
+open to take in the free air of America and the sunlight of an
+atmosphere which no kingly despot has ever breathed, they forgot
+sometime to open the window toward Jerusalem.
+
+No wonder that the son of the Swiss, when far away from home, hearing
+the national air of his country sung, the malady of home-sickness
+comes on him so powerfully as to cause his death. You have the example
+of the heroic Daniel of my text for keeping early memories fresh.
+Forget not the old folks at home. Write often; and, if you have
+surplus of means and they are poor, make practical contribution, and
+rejoice that America is bound to all the world by ties of sanguinity
+as is no other nation. Who can doubt but it is appointed for the
+evangelization of other lands? What a stirring, melting, gospelizing
+theory that all the doors of other nations are open toward us, while
+our windows are open toward them!
+
+But Daniel, in the text, kept this port-hole of his domestic fortress
+unclosed because Jerusalem was the capital of sacred influences. There
+had smoked the sacrifice. There was the Holy of Holies. There was the
+Ark of the Covenant. There stood the temple. We are all tempted to
+keep our windows open on the opposite side, toward the world, that we
+may see and hear and appropriate its advantages. What does the world
+say? What does the world think? What does the world do? Worshipers of
+the world instead of worshipers of God. Windows open toward Babylon.
+Windows open toward Corinth. Windows open toward Athens. Windows open
+toward Sodom. Windows open toward the flats, instead of windows open
+toward the hills. Sad mistake, for this world as a god is like
+something I saw the other day in the museum of Strasburg, Germany--the
+figure of a virgin in wood and iron. The victim in olden time was
+brought there, and this figure would open its arms to receive him,
+and, once infolded, the figure closed with a hundred knives and lances
+upon him, and then let him drop one hundred and eighty feet sheer
+down. So the world first embraces its idolaters, then closes upon them
+with many tortures, and then lets them drop forever down. The highest
+honor the world could confer was to make a man Roman emperor; but, out
+of sixty-three emperors, it allowed only six to die peacefully in
+their beds.
+
+The dominion of this world over multitudes is illustrated by the names
+of coins of many countries. They have their pieces of money which they
+call sovereigns and half sovereigns, crowns and half crowns, Napoleons
+and half Napoleons, Fredericks and double Fredericks, and ducats, and
+Isabellinos, all of which names mean not so much usefulness as
+dominion. The most of our windows open toward the exchange, toward the
+salon of fashion, toward the god of this world. In olden times the
+length of the English yard was fixed by the length of the arm of King
+Henry I., and we are apt to measure things by a variable standard and
+by the human arm that in the great crises of life can give us no help.
+We need, like Daniel, to open our windows toward God and religion.
+
+But, mark you, that good lion-tamer is not standing at the window, but
+kneeling, while he looks out. Most photographs are taken of those in
+standing or sitting posture. I now remember but one picture of a man
+kneeling, and that was David Livingstone, who in the cause of God and
+civilization sacrificed himself; and in the heart of Africa his
+servant, Majwara, found him in the tent by the light of a candle,
+stuck on the top of a box, his head in his hands upon the pillow, and
+dead on his knees. But here is a great lion-tamer, living under the
+dash of the light, and his hair disheveled of the breeze, praying. The
+fact is, that a man can see further on his knees than standing on
+tiptoe. Jerusalem was about five hundred and fifty statute miles from
+Babylon, and the vast Arabian Desert shifted its sands between them.
+Yet through that open window Daniel saw Jerusalem, saw all between it,
+saw beyond, saw time, saw eternity, saw earth, and saw heaven. Would
+you like to see the way through your sins to pardon, through your
+troubles to comfort, through temptation to rescue, through dire
+sickness to immortal health, through night to day, through things
+terrestrial to things celestial, you will not see them till you take
+Daniel's posture. No cap of bone to the joints of the fingers, no cap
+of bone to the joints of the elbow, but cap of bone to the knees, made
+so because the God of the body was the God of the soul, and especial
+provision for those who want to pray, and physiological structure
+joins with spiritual necessity in bidding us pray, and pray, and pray.
+
+In olden time the Earl of Westmoreland said he had no need to pray,
+because he had enough pious tenants on his estate to pray for him;
+but all the prayers of the church universal amount to nothing unless,
+like Daniel, we pray for ourselves. Oh, men and women, bounded on one
+side by Shadrach's red-hot furnace, and the other side by devouring
+lions, learn the secret of courage and deliverance by looking at that
+Babylonish window open toward the south-west! "Oh," you say, "that is
+the direction of the Arabian Desert!" Yes; but on the other side of
+the desert is God, is Christ, is Jerusalem, is heaven.
+
+The Brussels lace is superior to all other lace, so beautiful, so
+multiform, so expensive--four hundred francs a pound. All the world
+seeks it. Do you know how it is made? The spinning is done in a dark
+room, the only light admitted through a small aperture, and that light
+falling directly on the pattern. And the finest specimens of Christian
+character I have ever seen or ever expect to see are those to be found
+in lives all of whose windows have been darkened by bereavement and
+misfortune save one, but under that one window of prayer the
+interlacing of divine workmanship went on until it was fit to deck a
+throne, a celestial embroidery which angels admired and God approved.
+
+But it is another Jerusalem toward which we now need to open our
+windows. The exiled evangelist of Ephesus saw it one day as the surf
+of the Icarian sea foamed and splashed over the bowlders at his feet,
+and his vision reminded me of a wedding-day when the bride by sister
+and maid was having garlands twisted for her hair and jewels strung
+for her neck just before she puts her betrothed hand into the hand of
+her affianced: "I, John, saw the Holy City, New Jerusalem, coming
+down from God out of heaven prepared as a bride adorned for her
+husband." Toward that bridal Jerusalem are our windows opened?
+
+We would do well to think more of heaven. It is not a mere annex of
+earth. It is not a desolate outpost. As Jerusalem was the capital of
+Judae, and Babylon the capital of the Babylonian monarchy, and London
+is the capital of Great Britain, and Washington is the capital of our
+own republic, the New Jerusalem is the capital of the universe. The
+king lives there, and the royal family of the redeemed have their
+palaces there, and there is a congress of many nations and the
+parliament of all the worlds. Yea, as Daniel had kindred in Jerusalem
+of whom he often thought, though he had left home when a very young
+man, perhaps father and mother and brothers and sisters still living,
+and was homesick to see them, and they belonged to the high circles of
+royalty, Daniel himself having royal blood in his veins, so we have in
+the New Jerusalem a great many kindred, and we are sometimes homesick
+to see them, and they are all princes and princesses, in them the
+blood imperial, and we do well to keep our windows open toward their
+eternal residence.
+
+It is a joy for us to believe that while we are interested in them
+they are interested in us. Much thought of heaven makes one heavenly.
+The airs that blow through that open window are charged with life, and
+sweep up to us aromas from gardens that never wither, under skies that
+never cloud, in a spring-tide that never terminates. Compared with it
+all other heavens are dead failures.
+
+Homer's heaven was an elysium which he describes as a plain at the
+end of the earth or beneath, with no snow nor rainfall, and the sun
+never goes down, and Rhadamanthus, the justest of men, rules. Hesiod's
+heaven is what he calls the islands of the blessed, in the midst of
+the ocean, three times a year blooming with most exquisite flowers,
+and the air is tinted with purple, while games and music and
+horse-races occupy the time. The Scandinavian's heaven was the hall of
+Walhalla, where the god Odin gave unending wine-suppers to earthly
+heroes and heroines. The Mohammedan's heaven passes its disciples in
+over the bridge Al-Sirat, which is finer than a hair and sharper than
+a sword, and then they are let loose into a riot of everlasting
+sensuality.
+
+The American aborigines look forward to a heaven of illimitable
+hunting-ground, partridge and deer and wild duck more than plentiful,
+and the hounds never off the scent, and the guns never missing fire.
+But the geographer has followed the earth round, and found no Homer's
+elysium. Voyagers have traversed the deep in all directions, and found
+no Hesiod's islands of the blessed. The Mohammedan's celestial
+debauchery and the Indian's eternal hunting-ground for vast multitudes
+have no charm. But here rolls in the Bible heaven. No more sea--that
+is, no wide separation. No more night--that is, no insomnia. No more
+tears--that is, no heart-break. No more pain--that is, dismissal of
+lancet and bitter draught and miasma, and banishment of neuralgias and
+catalepsies and consumptions. All colors in the wall except gloomy
+black; all the music in the major-key, because celebrative and
+jubilant. River crystalline, gate crystalline, and skies crystalline,
+because everything is clear and without doubt. White robes, and that
+means sinlessness. Vials full of odors, and that means pure regalement
+of the senses. Rainbow, and that means the storm is over. Marriage
+supper, and that means gladdest festivity. Twelve manner of fruits,
+and that means luscious and unending variety. Harp, trumpet, grand
+march, anthem, amen, and hallelujah in the same orchestra. Choral
+meeting solo, and overture meeting antiphon, and strophe joining
+dithyramb, as they roll into the ocean of doxologies. And you and I
+may have all that, and have it forever through Christ, if we will let
+Him with the blood of one wounded hand rub out our sin, and with the
+other wounded hand swing open the shining portals.
+
+Day and night keep your window open toward that Jerusalem. Sing about
+it. Pray about it. Think about it. Talk about it. Dream about it. Do
+not be inconsolable about your friends who have gone into it. Do not
+worry if something in your heart indicates that you are not far off
+from its ecstasies. Do not think that when a Christian dies he stops,
+for he goes on.
+
+An ingenious man has taken the heavenly furlongs as mentioned in
+Revelation, and has calculated that there will be in heaven one
+hundred rooms sixteen feet square for each ascending soul, though this
+world should lose a hundred millions yearly. But all the rooms of
+heaven will be ours, for they are family rooms; and as no room in your
+house is too good for your children, so all the rooms of all the
+palaces of the heavenly Jerusalem will be free to God's children and
+even the throne-room will not be denied, and you may run up the steps
+of the throne, and put your hand on the side of the throne, and sit
+down beside the king according to the promise: "To him that overcometh
+will I grant to sit with me in my throne."
+
+But you can not go in except as conquerors. Many years ago the Turks
+and Christians were in battle, and the Christians were defeated, and
+with their commander Stephen fled toward a fortress where the mother
+of this commander was staying. When she saw her son and his army in
+disgraceful retreat, she had the gates of the fortress rolled shut,
+and then from the top of the battlement cried out to her son, "You can
+not enter here except as conqueror!" Then Stephen rallied his forces
+and resumed the battle and gained the day, twenty thousand driving
+back two hundred thousand. For those who are defeated in the battle
+with sin and death and hell nothing but shame and contempt; but for
+those who gain the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ the gates of
+the New Jerusalem will hoist, and there shall be an abundant entrance
+into the everlasting kingdom of our Lord, toward which you do well to
+keep your windows open.
+
+
+
+
+STORMED AND TAKEN.
+
+ "And Abimelech gat him up to Mount Zalmon, he and all the
+ people that were with him, and Abimelech took an ax in his
+ hand, and cut down a bough from the trees, and took it, and
+ laid it on his shoulder.... And all the people likewise cut
+ down every man his bough, and followed Abimelech, and put them
+ to the hold, and set the hold on fire upon them; so that all
+ the men of the tower of Shechem died also, about a thousand
+ men and women."--JUDGES ix: 48, 49.
+
+
+Abimelech is a name malodorous in Bible history, and yet full of
+profitable suggestion. Buoys are black and uncomely, but they tell
+where the rocks are. The snake's rattle is hideous, but it gives
+timely warning. From the piazza of my summer home, night by night I
+saw a lighthouse fifteen miles away, not placed there for adornment,
+but to tell mariners to stand off from that dangerous point. So all
+the iron-bound coast of moral danger is marked with Saul, and Herod,
+and Rehoboam, and Jezebel, and Abimelech. These bad people are
+mentioned in the Bible, not only as warnings, but because there were
+sometimes flashes of good conduct in their lives worthy of imitation.
+God sometimes drives a very straight nail with a very poor hammer.
+
+The city of Shechem had to be taken, and Abimelech and his men were to
+do it. I see the dust rolling up from their excited march. I hear the
+shouting of the captains and the yell of the besiegers. The swords
+clack sharply on the parrying shields, and the vociferation of two
+armies in death-grapple is horrible to hear. The battle goes on all
+day, and as the sun is setting Abimelech and his army cry "Surrender!"
+to the beaten foe. And, unable longer to resist, the city of Shechem
+falls; and there are pools of blood, and dissevered limbs, and glazed
+eyes looking up beggingly for mercy that war never shows, and dying
+soldiers with their head on the lap of mother, or wife, or sister, who
+have come out for the last offices of kindness and affection: and a
+groan rolls across the city, stopping not, because there is no spot
+for it to rest, so full is the place of other groans. A city wounded!
+A city dying! A city dead! Wail for Shechem, all ye who know the
+horrors of a sacked town!
+
+As I look over the city I can find only one building standing, and
+that is the temple of the god Berith. Some soldiers outside of the
+city, in a tower, finding that they can no longer defend Shechem, now
+begin to look out for their own personal safety, and they fly to this
+temple of Berith. They get within the door, shut it, and they say,
+"Now we are safe. Abimelech has taken the whole city, but he can not
+take this temple of Berith. Here we shall be under the protection of
+the gods." Oh, Berith, the god! do your best now for these refugees.
+If you have eyes, pity them. If you have hands, help them. If you have
+thunderbolts, strike for them.
+
+But how shall Abimelech and his army take this temple of Berith and
+the men who are there fortified? Will they do it with sword? Nay.
+Will they do it with spear? Nay. With battering-ram, rolled up by
+hundred-armed strength, crashing against the walls? Nay. Abimelech
+marches his men to a wood in Zalmon. With his ax he hews off a limb of
+a tree, and puts that limb upon his own shoulder, and then he says to
+his men, "You do the same." They are obedient to their commander.
+
+Oh, what a strange army, with what strange equipment! They come to the
+foot of the temple of Berith, and Abimelech takes his limb of a tree
+and throws it down; and the first platoon of soldiers come up and they
+throw down their branches; and the second platoon, and the third,
+until all around about the temple of Berith there is a pile of
+tree-branches. The Shechemites look out from the windows of the temple
+upon what seems to them childish play on the part of their enemies.
+But soon the flints are struck, and the spark begins to kindle the
+brush, and the flame comes up all through the pile, and the red
+elements leap to the casement, and the woodwork begins to blaze, and
+one arm of flame is thrown up on the right side of the temple, and
+another arm of flame is thrown up on the left side of the temple,
+until they clasp their lurid palms under the wild night sky, and the
+cry of "Fire!" within, and "Fire!" without announces the terror, and
+the strangulation, and the doom of the Shechemites, and the complete
+overthrow of the temple of the god Berith. Then there went up a shout,
+long and loud, from the stout lungs and swarthy chests of Abimelech
+and his men, as they stood amid the ashes and the dust, crying:
+"Victory! Victory!"
+
+Now, I learn first from this subject the folly of depending upon any
+one form of tactics in anything we have to do for this world or for
+God. Look over the weaponry of olden times--javelins, battle-axes,
+habergeons--and show me a single weapon with which Abimelech and his
+men could have gained such complete victory. It is no easy thing to
+take a temple thus armed. I saw a house where, during revolutionary
+times, a man and his wife kept back a whole regiment hour after hour,
+because they were inside the house, and the assaulting soldiers were
+outside the house. Yet here Abimelech and his army come up, they
+surround this temple, and they capture it without the loss of a single
+man on the part of Abimelech, although I suppose some of the old
+Israelitish heroes told Abimelech: "You are only going up there to be
+cut to pieces." Yet you are willing to testify to-day that by no other
+mode--certainly not by ordinary modes--could that temple so easily, so
+thoroughly have been taken. Fathers and mothers, brethren and sisters
+in Jesus Christ, what the Church most wants to learn this day is that
+any plan is right, is lawful, is best, which helps to overthrow the
+temple of sin, and capture this world for God. We are very apt to
+stick to the old modes of attack.
+
+We put on the old-style coat of mail. We come up with the sharp, keen,
+glittering steel spear of argument, expecting in that way to take the
+castle, but they have a thousand spears where we have ten. And so the
+castle of sin stands. Oh, my friends, we will never capture this world
+for God by any keen saber of sarcasm, by any glittering lances of
+rhetoric, by any sapping and mining of profound disquisition, by any
+gunpowdery explosions of indignation, by sharp shootings of wit, by
+howitzers of mental strength made to swing shell five miles, by
+cavalry horses gorgeously caparisoned pawing the air. In vain all the
+attempts on the part of these ecclesiastical foot soldiers, light
+horsemen, and grenadiers.
+
+My friends, I propose this morning a different style of tactics. Let
+each one go to the forest of God's promise and invitation, and hew
+down a branch and put it on his shoulder, and let us all come around
+these obstinate iniquities, and then, with this pile, kindled by the
+fires of a holy zeal and the flames of a consecrated life, we will
+burn them out. What steel can not do, fire may. And I, this morning,
+announce myself in favor of any plan of religious attack that
+succeeds--any plan of religious attack, however radical, however odd,
+however unpopular, however hostile to all the conventionalities of
+Church and State. We want more heart in our song, more heart in our
+alms-giving, more heart in our prayers, more heart in our preaching.
+Oh, for less of Abimelech's sword, and more of Abimelech's
+conflagration! I have often heard
+
+ "There is a fountain filled with blood"
+
+sung artistically by four birds perched on their Sunday roost in the
+gallery, until I thought of Jenny Lind, and Nilsson, and Sontag, and
+all the other warblers; but there came not one tear to my eye, nor one
+master emotion to my heart. But one night I went down to the African
+Methodist meeting-house in Philadelphia, and at the close of the
+service a black woman, in the midst of the audience, began to sing
+that hymn, and all the audience joined in, and we were floated some
+three or four miles nearer heaven than I have ever been since. I saw
+with my own eyes that "fountain filled with blood"--red, agonizing,
+sacrificial, redemptive--and I heard the crimson plash of the wave as
+we all went down under it:
+
+ "For sinners plunged beneath that flood
+ Lose all their guilty stains."
+
+Oh, my friends, the Gospel is not a syllogism; It is not casuistry, it
+is not polemics, or the science of squabble. It is blood-red fact; it
+is warm-hearted invitation; it is leaping, bounding, flying good news;
+it is efflorescent with all light; it is rubescent with all glow; it
+is arborescent with all sweet shade. I have seen the sun rise on Mount
+Washington, and from the Tip-top House; but there was no beauty in
+that compared with the day-spring from on high when Christ gives light
+to a soul. I have heard Parepa sing; but there was no music in that
+compared with the voice of Christ when He said: "Thy sins are forgiven
+thee; go in peace." Good news! Let every one cut down a branch of this
+tree of life and wave it. Let him throw it down and kindle it. Let all
+the way from Mount Zalmon to Shechem be filled with the tossing joy.
+Good news! This bonfire of the Gospel shall consume the last temple of
+sin, and will illumine the sky with apocalyptic joy that Jesus Christ
+came into the world to save sinners. Any new plan that makes a man
+quit his sin, and that prostrates a wrong, I am as much in favor of as
+though all the doctors, and the bishops, and the archbishops, and the
+synods, and the academical gownsmen of Christianity sanctioned it. The
+temple of Berith must come down, and I do not care how it comes.
+
+Still further, I learn from this subject the power of example. If
+Abimelech had sat down on the grass and told his men to go and get the
+boughs, and go out to the battle, they would never have gone at all,
+or, if they had, it would have been without any spirit or effective
+result; but when Abimelech goes with his own ax and hews down a
+branch, and with Abimelech's arm puts it on Abimelech's shoulder, and
+marches on--then, my text says, all the people did the same. How
+natural that was! What made Garibaldi and Stonewall Jackson the most
+magnetic commanders of this century? They always rode ahead. Oh, the
+overcoming power of example! Here is a father on the wrong road; all
+his boys go on the wrong road. Here is a father who enlists for
+Christ; his children enlist.
+
+I saw, in some of the picture-galleries of Europe, that before many of
+the great works of the masters--the old masters--there would be
+sometimes four or five artists taking copies of the pictures. These
+copies they were going to carry with them, perhaps to distant lands;
+and I have thought that your life and character are a masterpiece, and
+it is being copied, and long after you are gone it will bloom or blast
+in the homes of those who knew you, and be a Gorgon or a Madonna. Look
+out what you say. Look out what you do. Eternity will hear the echo.
+The best sermon ever preached is a holy life. The best music ever
+chanted is a consistent walk.
+
+I saw, near the beach, a wrecker's machine. It was a cylinder with
+some holes at the side, made for the thrusting in of some long poles
+with strong leverage; and when there is a vessel in trouble or going
+to pieces out in the offing, the wreckers shoot a rope out to the
+suffering men. They grasp it, and the wreckers turn the cylinder, and
+the rope winds around the cylinder, and those who are shipwrecked are
+saved. So at your feet to-day there is an influence with a tremendous
+leverage. The rope attached to it swings far out into the billowy
+future. Your children, your children's children, and all the
+generations that are to follow, will grip that influence and feel the
+long-reaching pull long after the figures on your tombstone are so
+near worn out that the visitor can not tell whether it was in 1885, or
+1775, or 1675 that you died.
+
+Still further, I learn from this subject the advantages of concerted
+action. If Abimelech had merely gone out with a tree-branch the work
+would not have been accomplished, or if ten, twenty, or thirty men had
+gone; but when all the axes are lifted, and all the sharp edges fall,
+and all these men carry each his tree-branch down and throw it about
+the temple, the victory is gained--the temple falls. My friends, where
+there is one man in the Church of God at this day shouldering his
+whole duty there are a great many who never lift an ax or swing a
+blow.
+
+Oh, we all want our boat to get over to the golden sands, but the most
+of us are seated either in the prow or in the stern, wrapped in our
+striped shawl, holding a big-handled sunshade, while others are
+blistered in the heat, and pull until the oar-locks groan, and the
+blades bend till they snap. Oh, religious sleepy-heads, wake up! While
+we have in our church a great many who are toiling for God, there are
+some too lazy to brush the flies off their heavy eyelids.
+
+Suppose, in military circles, on the morning of battle the roll is
+called, and out of a thousand men only a hundred men in the regiment
+answered. What excitement there would be in the camp! What would the
+colonel say? What high talking there would be among the captains, and
+majors, and the adjutants! Suppose word came to head-quarters that
+these delinquents excused themselves on the ground that they had
+overslept themselves, or that the morning was damp and they were
+afraid of getting their feet wet, or that they were busy cooking
+rations. My friends, this is the morning of the day of God Almighty's
+battle! Do you not see the troops? Hear you not all the trumpets of
+heaven and all the drums of hell? Which side are you on? If you are on
+the right side, to what cavalry troop, to what artillery service, to
+what garrison duty do you belong? In other words, in what
+Sabbath-school do you teach? in what prayer-meeting do you exhort? to
+what penitentiary do you declare eternal liberty? to what almshouse do
+you announce the riches of heaven? What broken bone of sorrow have you
+ever set? Are you doing nothing? Is it possible that a man or woman
+sworn to be a follower of the Lord Jesus Christ is doing nothing? Then
+hide the horrible secret from the angels. Keep it away from the book
+of judgment. If you are doing nothing do not let the world find it
+out, lest they charge your religion with being a false-face. Do not
+let your cowardice and treason be heard among the martyrs about the
+throne, lest they forget the sanctity of the place and curse your
+betrayal of that cause for which they agonized and died.
+
+May the eternal God rouse us all to action! As for myself, I feel I
+would be ashamed to die now and enter heaven until I have accomplished
+something more decisive for the Lord that bought me. I would like to
+join with you in an oath, with hand high uplifted to heaven, swearing
+new allegiance to Jesus Christ, and to work more for His kingdom. Are
+you ready to join with me in some new work for Christ? I feel that
+there is such a thing as claustral piety, that there is such a thing
+as insular work; but it seems to me that what we want now is concerted
+action. The temple of Berith is very broad, and it is very high. It
+has been going up by the hands of men and devils, and no human
+enginery can demolish it; but if the fifty thousand ministers of
+Christ in this country should each take a branch of the tree of life,
+and all their congregations should do the same, and we should march on
+and throw these branches around the great temples of sin, and
+worldliness and folly, it would need no match, or coal, or torch of
+ours to touch off the pile; for, as in the days of Elijah, fire would
+fall from heaven and kindle the bonfire of Christian victory over
+demolished sin. It is kindling now! Huzzah! The day is ours!
+
+Still further, I learn from this subject the danger of false refuges.
+As soon as these Shechemites got into the temple they thought they
+were safe. They said: "Berith will take care of us. Abimelech may
+batter down everything else; he can not batter down this temple where
+we are now hid." But very soon they heard the timbers crackling, and
+they were smothered with smoke, and they miserably died. And you and I
+are just as much tempted to false refuges. The mirror this morning may
+have persuaded you that you have a comely cheek; your best friends
+may have persuaded you that you have elegant manners. Satan may have
+told you that you are all right; but bear with me if I tell you that,
+if unpardoned, you are all wrong. I have no clinometer by which to
+measure how steep is the inclined plane you are descending, but I know
+it is very steep. "Well," you say, "if the Bible is true I am a
+sinner. Show me some refuge; I will step right into it."
+
+I suppose every person in this audience this moment is stepping into
+some kind of refuge. Here you step in the tower of good works. You
+say: "I shall be safe here in this refuge." The battlements are
+adorned; the steps are varnished; on the wall are pictures of all the
+suffering you have alleviated, and all the schools you have
+established, and all the fine things you have ever done. Up in that
+tower you feel you are safe. But hear you not the tramp of your
+unpardoned sins all around the tower? They each have a match. They are
+kindling the combustible material. You feel the heat and the
+suffocation. Oh, may you leap in time, the Gospel declaring: "By the
+deeds of the law shall no flesh living be justified."
+
+"Well," you say, "I have been driven out of that tower; where shall I
+go?" Step into this tower of indifference. You say: "If this tower is
+attacked, it will be a great while before it is taken." You feel at
+ease. But there is an Abimelech, with ruthless assaults, coming on.
+Death and his forces are gathering around, and they demand that you
+surrender everything, and they clamor for your immortal overthrow, and
+they throw their skeleton arms in the windows, and with their iron
+fists they beat against the door; and while you are trying to keep
+them out you see the torches of judgment kindling, and every forest is
+a torch, and every mountain a torch, and every sea a torch; and while
+the Alps, the Pyrenees, and Himalayas turn into a live coal, blown
+redder and redder by the whirlwind breath of a God omnipotent, what
+will become of your refuge of lies?
+
+"But," says some one, "you are engaged in a very mean business,
+driving us from tower to tower." Oh, no. I want to tell you of a
+Gibraltar that never has been and never will be taken; of a wall that
+no satanic assault can scale; of a bulwark that the judgment
+earthquakes can not budge. The Bible refers to it when it says: "In
+God is thy refuge, and underneath thee are the everlasting arms." Oh,
+fling yourself into it! Tread down unceremoniously everything that
+intercepts you. Wedge your way there. There are enough hounds of death
+and peril after you to make you hurry. Many a man has perished just
+outside the tower, with his foot on the step, with his hand on the
+latch. Oh, get inside! Not one surplus second have you to spare.
+Quick, quick, quick!
+
+Great God, is life such an uncertain thing? If I bear a little too
+hard with my right foot on the earth, does it break through into the
+grave? Is this world, which swings at the speed of thousands of miles
+an hour around the sun, going with tenfold more speed toward the
+judgment-day? Oh, I am overborne with the thought; and in the
+conclusion I cry to one and I cry to the other: "Oh, time! Oh,
+eternity! Oh, the dead! Oh, the judgment-day! Oh, Jesus! Oh, God!"
+But, catching at the last apostrophe, I feel that I have something to
+hold on to: for "in God is thy refuge, and underneath thee are the
+everlasting arms." And, exhausted with my failure to save myself, I
+throw my whole weight of body, mind, and soul on this divine promise,
+as a weary child throws itself into the arms of its mother; as a
+wounded soldier throws himself on the hospital pillow; as a pursued
+man throws himself into the refuge; for "in God is thy refuge, and
+underneath thee are the everlasting arms." Oh, for a flood of tears
+with which to express the joy of this eternal rescue!
+
+
+
+
+ALL THE WORLD AKIN.
+
+ "And hath made of one blood all nations of men."--ACTS xvii: 26.
+
+
+Some have supposed that God originally made an Asiatic Adam and a
+European Adam and an African Adam and an American Adam, but that
+theory is entirely overthrown by my text, which says that all nations
+are blood relatives, having sprung from one and the same stock. A
+difference in climate makes much of the difference in national temper.
+
+An American goes to Europe and stays there a long while, and finds his
+pulse moderating and his temper becoming more calm. The air on this
+side the ocean is more tonic than on the other side. An American
+breathes more oxygen than a European. A European coming to America
+finds a great change taking place in himself. He walks with more rapid
+strides, and finds his voice becoming keener and shriller. The
+Englishman who walks in London Strand at the rate of three miles the
+hour, coming to America and residing for a long while here, walks
+Broadway at the rate of four miles the hour. Much of the difference
+between an American and a European, between an Asiatic and an African,
+is atmospheric. The lack of the warm sunlight pales the Greenlander.
+The full dash of the sunlight darkens the African.
+
+Then, ignorance or intelligence makes its impression on the physical
+organism--in the one case ignorance flattening the skull, as with the
+Egyptian; in the other case intelligence building up the great dome of
+the forehead, as with the German. Then the style of god that the
+nation worships decides how much it shall be elevated or debased, so
+that those nations that worship reptiles are themselves only a
+superior form of reptile, while those nations that worship the natural
+sun in the heavens are the noblest style of barbaric people. But
+whatever be the difference of physiognomy, and whatever the difference
+of temperament, the physiologist tells us that after careful analysis
+he finds out that the plasma and the disk in the human blood have the
+same characteristics: so that if you should put twenty men from twenty
+nationalities abreast in line of battle, and a bullet should fly
+through the hearts of the twenty men, the blood flowing forth would,
+through analysis, prove itself to be the same blood in every instance.
+In other words, the science of the day confirming the truth of my text
+that "God hath made of one blood all nations of men."
+
+I have thought, my friends, it might be profitable this morning if I
+gave you some of the moral and religious impressions which I received
+when, through your indulgence, I had transatlantic absence. First, I
+observe that the majority of people in all lands are in a mighty
+struggle for bread. While in nearly all lands there are only a few
+cases of actual starvation reported, there is a vast population in
+every country I visited who have a limited supply of food, or such
+food as is incompetent to sustain physical vigor. This struggle in
+some lands is becoming more agonizing, while here and there it is
+lightened. I have joy in reporting that Ireland, about the sufferings
+of which we have heard so much, has far better prospects than I have
+seen there in previous visits. In 1879, coming home from that land, I
+prophesied the famine that must come upon, and did come upon, the
+deluged fields of that country. This year the crops are large, and
+both parties--those who like the English Government and those who
+don't like it--are expecting relief. I said to one of the intelligent
+men of Ireland: "Tell me in a few words what are the sufferings of
+Ireland, and what is the Land Relief enactment?" He replied: "I will
+tell you. Suppose I am a landlord and you a tenant. You rent from me a
+place for ten pounds a year. You improve it. You turn it from a bog
+into a garden. You put a house upon it. After a while I, the landlord,
+come around, and I say to my agent: 'How much rent is this man
+paying;' He answers, 'Ten pounds.' 'Is that all? Put his rent up to
+twenty pounds.' The tenant goes on improving his property, and after
+awhile I come around and I say to my agent, 'How much rent is this man
+paying?' He says, 'Twenty pounds.' 'Put his rent up to twenty-five
+pounds.' The tenant protests and says, 'I can't pay it.' Then I, the
+landlord, say, 'Pay it or get out;' and the tenant is helpless, and,
+leaving the place, the property in its improved condition turns over
+to the landlord. Now, to stop that outrage the Relief Enactment comes
+in and appoints commissioners who shall see that if the tenant is
+turned out, he shall receive the difference of value between the farm
+as he got it and the farm as he surrenders it. Moreover, the
+government loans money to the tenant, so that he may buy the property
+out and out if the landlord will sell." Mighty advancement toward the
+righting of a great wrong! But there and in all lands, not excepting
+our own, there is a far-reaching distress. And let those who broke
+their fast this morning, and those who shall dine to-day, remember
+those who are in want, and by prayer and practical beneficence do all
+they can to alleviate the hunger swoon of nations.
+
+Another impression was--indeed the impression carried with me all the
+summer--the thought already suggested, the brotherhood of man. The
+fact is that the differences are so small between nations that they
+may be said to be all alike. Though I spent the most of the summer in
+silence, I spoke a few times and to people of different nations, and
+how soon I noticed that they were very much alike! If a man knows how
+to play the piano, it does not make any difference whether he finds it
+in New Orleans or San Francisco or Boston or St. Petersburg or Moscow
+or Madras; it has so many keys, and he puts his fingers right on them.
+And the human heart is a divine instrument, with just so many keys in
+all cases, and you strike some of them and there is joy, and you
+strike some of them and there is sorrow. Plied by the same motives,
+lifted up by the same success, depressed by the same griefs. The
+cab-men of London have the same characteristics as the cab-men of New
+York, and are just as modest and retiring. The gold and silver drive
+Piccadilly and the Boulevards just as they drive Wall Street. If there
+be a great political excitement in Europe, the Bourse in Paris howls
+just as loudly as ever did the American gold-room.
+
+The same grief that we saw in our country in 1864 you may find now in
+the military hospitals of England containing the wounded and sick from
+the Egyptian wars. The same widowhood and orphanage that sat down in
+despair after the battles of Shiloh and South Mountain poured their
+grief in the Shannon and the Clyde and the Dee and the Thames. Oh, ye
+men and women who know how to pray, never get up from your knees until
+you have implored God in behalf of the fourteen hundred millions of
+the race just like yourselves, finding life a tremendous struggle! For
+who knows but that as the sun to-day draws up drops of water from the
+Caspian and the Black seas and from the Amazon and the Mississippi,
+after a while to distill the rain, these very drops on the fields--who
+knows but that the sun of righteousness may draw up the tears of your
+sympathy, and then rain them down in distillation of comfort o'er all
+the world?
+
+Who is that poor man, carried on a stretcher to the Afghan ambulance?
+He is your brother. If in the Pantheon at Paris you smite your hand
+against the wall among the tombs of the dead, you will hear a very
+strange echo coming from all parts of the Pantheon just as soon as you
+smite the wall. And I suppose it is so arranged that every stroke of
+sorrow among the tombs of bereavement ought to have loud, long, and
+oft-repeated echoes of sympathy all around the world. Oh, what a
+beautiful theory it is--and it is a Christian theory--that Englishman,
+Scotchman, Irishman, Norwegian, Frenchman, Italian, Russian, are all
+akin. Of one blood all nations. That is a very beautiful inscription
+that I saw a few days ago over the door in Edinburgh, the door of the
+house where John Knox used to live. It is getting somewhat dim now,
+but there is the inscription, fit for the door of any household--"Love
+God above all, and your neighbor as yourself."
+
+I was also impressed in journeying on the other side the sea with the
+difference the Bible makes in countries. The two nations of Europe
+that are the most moral to-day and that have the least crime are
+Scotland and Wales. They have by statistics, as you might find, fewer
+thefts, fewer arsons, fewer murders. What is the reason? A bad book
+can hardly live in Wales. The Bible crowds it out. I was told by one
+of the first literary men in Wales: "There is not a bad book in the
+Welsh language." He said: "Bad books come down from London, but they
+can not live here." It is the Bible that is dominant in Wales. And
+then in Scotland just open your Bible to give out your text, and there
+is a rustling all over the house almost startling to an American. What
+is it? The people opening their Bibles to find the text, looking at
+the context, picking out the referenced passages, seeing whether you
+make right quotation. Scotland and Wales Bible-reading people. That
+accounts for it. A man, a city, a nation that reads God's Word must be
+virtuous. That Book is the foe of all wrong-doing. What makes
+Edinburgh better than Constantinople? The Bible.
+
+Oh, I am afraid in America we are allowing the good book to be covered
+up with other good books! We have our ever-welcome morning and evening
+newspapers, and we have our good books on all subjects--geological
+subjects, botanical subjects, physiological subjects, theological
+subjects--good books, beautiful books, and so many good books that we
+have not time to read the Bible. Oh, my friends, it is not a matter of
+very great importance that you have a family Bible on the center-table
+in your parlor! Better have one pocket New Testament, the passages
+marked, the leaves turned down, the binding worn smooth with much
+usage, than fifty pictorial family Bibles too handsome to read! Oh,
+let us take a whisk-broom and brush the dust off our Bibles! Do you
+want poetry? Go and hear Job describe the war-horse, or David tell how
+the mountains skipped like lambs. Do you want logic? Go and hear Paul
+reason until your brain aches under the spell of his mighty intellect.
+Do you want history? Go and see Moses put into a few pages stupendous
+information which Herodotus, Thucydides, and Prescott never preached
+after. And, above all, if you want to find how a nation struck down by
+sin can rise to happiness and to heaven, read of that blood which can
+wash away the pollution of a world. There is one passage in the Bible
+of vast tonnage: "God so loved the world that He gave His only
+begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but
+have everlasting life." Oh, may God fill this country with Bibles and
+help the people to read them!
+
+I was also impressed in my transatlantic journeys with the wonderful
+power that Christ holds among the nations. The great name in Europe
+to-day is not Victoria, not Marquis of Salisbury, not William the
+Emperor, not Bismarck; the great name in Europe to-day is Christ. You
+find the crucifix on the gate-post, you find it in the hay field, you
+find it at the entrance of the manor, you find it by the side of the
+road.
+
+The greatest pictures in all the galleries of Italy, Germany, France,
+England, and Scotland are Bible pictures. What were the subjects of
+Raphael's great paintings? "The Transfiguration," "The Miraculous
+Draught of Fishes," "The Charge to Peter," "The Holy Family," "The
+Massacre of the Innocents," "Moses at the Burning Bush," "The
+Nativity," "Michael the Archangel," and the four or five exquisite
+"Madonnas." What are Tintoretto's great pictures? "Fall of Adam,"
+"Cain and Abel," "The Plague of the Fiery Serpent," "Paradise," "Agony
+in the Garden," "The Temptation," "The Adoration of the Magi," "The
+Communication," "Baptism," "Massacre of the Innocents," "The Flight
+into Egypt," "The Crucifixion," "The Madonna." What are Titian's great
+pictures? "The Flagellation of Christ," "The Supper at Emmaus," "The
+Death of Abel," "The Assumption," "The Entombment," "Faith," "The
+Madonna." What are Michael Angelo's great pictures? "The
+Annunciation," "The Spirits in Prison," "At the feet of Christ," "The
+Infant Christ," "The Crucifixion," "The Last Judgment." What are Paul
+Veronese's great pictures? "Queen of Sheba," "The Marriage in Cana,"
+"Magdalen Washing the Feet of Christ," "The Holy Family." Who has not
+heard of Da Vinci's "Last Supper"? Who has not heard of Turner's
+"Pools of Solomon"? Who has not heard of Claude's "Marriage of Isaac
+and Rebecca"? Who has not heard of Dürer's "Dragon of the
+Apocalypse"? The mightiest picture on this planet is Rubens'
+"Scourging of Christ." Painter's pencil loves to sketch the face of
+Christ. Sculptor's chisel loves to present the form of Christ. Organs
+love to roll forth the sorrows of Christ.
+
+The first time you go to London go into the Doré picture gallery. As I
+went and sat down before "Christ Descending the Steps of the
+Prætorium," at the first I was disappointed. I said: "There isn't
+enough majesty in that countenance, not enough tenderness in that
+eye;" but as I sat and looked at the picture it grew upon me until I
+was overwhelmed with its power, and I staggered with emotion as I went
+out into the fresh air, and said; "Oh, for that Christ I must live,
+and for that Christ I must be willing to die!" Make that Christ your
+personal friend, my sister, my brother. You may never go to Milan to
+see Da Vinci's "Last Supper;" but, better than that, you can have
+Christ come and sup with you. You may never get to Antwerp to see
+Rubens' "Descent of Christ from the Cross," but you can have Christ
+come down from the mountain of His suffering into your heart and abide
+there forever. Oh, you must have Him! We are all so diseased with sin
+that we want that which hurts us, and we won't have that which cures
+us. The best thing for you and for me to do to-day is to get down on
+our bended knees before God and say: "Oh, Almighty Son of God, I am
+blind! I want to see. My arms are palsied. I want to take hold of thy
+cross. Have mercy on me, O Lord Jesus!" Why will you live on husks
+when you may sit down to this white bread of heaven? Oh, with such a
+God, and with such a Christ, and with such a Holy Spirit, and with
+such an immortal nature, wake up!
+
+Once more, I was impressed greatly on the other side the sea with the
+wonderful triumphs of the Christian religion. The tide is rising, the
+tide of moral and spiritual prosperity in the world. I think that any
+man who keeps his eyes open, traveling in foreign lands, will come to
+that conclusion. More Bibles than ever before, more churches, more
+consecrated men and women, more people ready to be martyrs now than
+ever before, if need be; so that instead of there being, as people
+sometimes say, less spirit of martyrdom now than ever before, I
+believe where there was once one martyr there would be a thousand
+martyrs if the fires were kindled--men ready to go through flood and
+fire for Christ's sake. Oh, the signs are promising! The world is on
+the way to millennial brightness. All art, all invention, all
+literature, all commerce will be the Lord's.
+
+These ships that you see going up and down New York harbor are to be
+brought into the service of God. All those ships I saw at Liverpool,
+at Southampton, at Glasgow, are to be brought into the service of
+Christ. What is that passage, "Ships of Tarshish shall bring
+presents"? That is what it means. Oh, what a goodly fleet when the
+vessels of the sea come into the service of God! No guns frowning
+through the port-holes, no pikes hung in the gangway, nothing from
+cut-water to taffrail to suggest atrocity. Those ships will come from
+all parts of the seas. Great flocks of ships that never met on the
+high sea but in wrath, will cry, "Ship ahoy!" and drop down beside
+each other in calmness, the flags of Emmanuel streaming from the
+top-gallants. The old slaver, with decks scrubbed and washed and
+glistened and burnished--the old slaver will wheel into line; and the
+Chinese junk and the Venetian gondola, and the miners' and the
+pirates' corvette, will fall into line, equipped, readorned,
+beautified, only the small craft of this grand flotilla which shall
+float out for the truth--a flotilla mightier than the armada of Xerxes
+moving in the pomp and pride of Persian insolence; mightier than the
+Carthaginian navy rushing with forty thousand oarsmen upon the Roman
+galleys, the life of nations dashed out against the gunwales.
+
+Rise, O sea! and shine, O heavens! to greet this squadron of light and
+victory! On the glistening decks are the feet of them that bring good
+tidings, and songs of heaven float among the rigging. Crowd on all the
+canvas. Line-of-battle ship and merchantmen wheel into the way. It is
+noon. Strike eight bells. From all the squadron the sailors' songs
+arise. "Surely the isles shall wait for thee, and the ships of
+Tarshish to bring thy sons from afar, their silver and their gold with
+them, to the name of the Lord thy God, and the Holy One of Israel."
+
+
+
+
+A MOMENTOUS QUEST.
+
+ "Seek ye the Lord while he may be found."--ISA. lv: 6.
+
+
+Isaiah stands head and shoulders above the other Old Testament authors
+in vivid descriptiveness of Christ. Other prophets give an outline of
+our Saviour's features. Some of them present, as it were, the side
+face of Christ; others a bust of Christ; but Isaiah gives us the
+full-length portrait of Christ. Other Scripture writers excel in some
+things. Ezekiel more weird, David more pathetic, Solomon more
+epigrammatic, Habakkuk more sublime; but when you want to see Christ
+coming out from the gates of prophecy in all His grandeur and glory,
+you involuntarily turn to Isaiah. So that if the prophecies in regard
+to Christ might be called the "Oratorio of the Messiah," the writing
+of Isaiah is the "Hallelujah Chorus," where all the batons wave and
+all the trumpets come in. Isaiah was not a man picked up out of
+insignificance by inspiration. He was known and honored. Josephus, and
+Philo, and Sirach extolled him in their writings. What Paul was among
+the apostles, Isaiah was among the prophets.
+
+My text finds him standing on a mountain of inspiration, looking out
+into the future, beholding Christ advancing and anxious that all men
+might know Him; his voice rings down the ages: "Seek ye the Lord while
+He may be found." "Oh," says some one: "that was for olden times."
+No, my hearer. If you have traveled in other lands you have taken a
+circular letter of credit from some banking-house in New York, and in
+St. Petersburg, or Venice, or Rome, or Antwerp, or Brussels, or Paris;
+you presented that letter and got financial help immediately. And I
+want you to understand that the text, instead of being appropriate for
+one age, or for one land, is a circular letter for all ages and for
+all lands, and wherever it is presented for help, the help comes:
+"Seek ye the Lord while He may be found."
+
+I come, to-day, with no hair-spun theories of religion, with no nice
+distinctions, with no elaborate disquisition; but with a plain talk on
+the matters of personal religion. I feel that the sermon I preach this
+morning will be the savor of life unto life, or of death unto death.
+In other words, the Gospel of Christ is a powerful medicine: it either
+kills or cures. There are those who say: "I would like to become a
+Christian, I have been waiting a good while for the right kind of
+influences to come;" and still you are waiting. You are wiser in
+worldly things than you are in religious things. If you want to get to
+Albany, you go to the Grand Central Depot, or to the steam-boat wharf,
+and, having got your ticket, you do not sit down on the wharf or sit
+in the depot; you get aboard the boat or train. And yet there are men
+who say they are waiting to get to heaven--waiting, waiting, but not
+with intelligent waiting, or they would get on board the line of
+Christian influences that would bear them into the kingdom of God.
+
+Now you know very well that to seek a thing is to search for it with
+earnest endeavor. If you want to see a certain man in New York, and
+there is a matter of $10,000 connected with your seeing him, and you
+can not at first find him, you do not give up the search. You look in
+the directory, but can not find the name; you go in circles where you
+think, perhaps, he may mingle, and, having found the part of the city
+where he lives, but perhaps not knowing the street, you go through
+street after street, and from block to block, and you keep on
+searching for weeks and for months.
+
+You say: "It is a matter of $10,000 whether I see him or not." Oh,
+that men were as persistent in seeking for Christ! Had you one half
+that persistence you would long ago have found Him who is the joy of
+the forgiven spirit. We may pay our debts, we may attend church, we
+may relieve the poor, we may be public benefactors, and yet all our
+life disobey the text, never seek God, never gain heaven. Oh, that the
+Spirit of God would help this morning while I try to show you, in
+carrying out the idea of my text, first, how to seek the Lord, and in
+the next place, when to seek Him. "Seek ye the Lord while He may be
+found."
+
+I remark, in the first place, you are to seek the Lord through earnest
+and believing prayer. God is not an autocrat or a despot seated on a
+throne, with His arms resting on brazen lions, and a sentinel pacing
+up and down at the foot of the throne. God is a father seated in a
+bower, waiting for His children to come and climb on His knee, and get
+His kiss and His benediction. Prayer is the cup with which we go to
+the "fountain of living water," and dip up refreshment for our
+thirsty soul. Grace does not come to the heart as we set a cask at the
+corner of the house to catch the rain in the shower. It is a pulley
+fastened to the throne of God, which we pull, bringing the blessing.
+
+I do not care so much what posture you take in prayer, nor how large
+an amount of voice you use. You might get down on your face before
+God, if you did not pray right inwardly, and there would be no
+response. You might cry at the top of your voice, and unless you had a
+believing spirit within, your cry would not go further up than the
+shout of a plow-boy to his oxen. Prayer must be believing, earnest,
+loving. You are in your house some summer day, and a shower comes up,
+and a bird, affrighted, darts into the window, and wheels about the
+room. You seize it. You smooth its ruffled plumage. You feel its
+fluttering heart. You say, "Poor thing, poor thing!" Now, a prayer
+goes out of the storm of this world into the window of God's mercy,
+and He catches it, and He feels its fluttering pulse, and He puts it
+in His own bosom of affection and safety. Prayer is a warm, ardent,
+pulsating exercise. It is the electric battery which, touched, thrills
+to the throne of God! It is the diving-bell in which we go down into
+the depths of God's mercy and bring up "pearls of great price." There
+was an instance where prayer made the waves of the Gennesaret solid as
+Russ pavement. Oh, how many wonderful things prayer has accomplished!
+Have you ever tried it? In the days when the Scotch Covenanters were
+persecuted, and the enemies were after them, one of the head men
+among the Covenanters prayed: "Oh, Lord, we be as dead men unless Thou
+shalt help us! Oh, Lord, throw the lap of Thy cloak over these poor
+things!" And instantly a Scotch mist enveloped and hid the persecuted
+from their persecutors--the promise literally fulfilled: "While they
+are yet speaking I will hear."
+
+Oh, impenitent soul, have you ever tried the power of prayer? God
+says: "He is loving, and faithful, and patient." Do you believe that?
+You are told that Christ came to save sinners. Do you believe that?
+You are told that all you have to do to get the pardon of the Gospel
+is to ask for it. Do you believe that? Then come to Him and say: "Oh,
+Lord! I know Thou canst not lie. Thou hast told me to come for pardon,
+and I could get it. I come, Lord. Keep Thy promise, and liberate my
+captive soul."
+
+Oh, that you might have an altar in the parlor, in the kitchen, in the
+store, in the barn, for Christ will be willing to come again to the
+manger to hear prayer. He would come in your place of business, as He
+confronted Matthew, the tax commissioner. If a measure should come
+before Congress that you thought would ruin the nation, how you would
+send in petitions and remonstrances! And yet there has been enough sin
+in your heart to ruin it forever, and you have never remonstrated or
+petitioned against it. If your physical health failed, and you had the
+means, you would go and spend the summer in Germany, and the winter in
+Italy, and you would think it a very cheap outlay if you had to go all
+round the earth to get back your physical health. Have you made any
+effort, any expenditure, any exertion for your immortal and spiritual
+health? No, you have not taken one step.
+
+O that you might now begin to seek after God with earnest prayer. Some
+of you have been working for years and years for the support of your
+families. Have you given one half day to the working out of your
+salvation with fear and trembling? You came here this morning with an
+earnest purpose, I take it, as I have come hither with an earnest
+purpose, and we meet face to face, and I tell you, first of all, if
+you want to find the Lord, you must pray, and pray, and pray.
+
+I remark again, you must seek the Lord through Bible study. The Bible
+is the newest book in the world. "Oh," you say, "it was made hundreds
+of years ago, and the learned men of King James translated it hundreds
+of years ago." I confute that idea by telling you it is not five
+minutes old, when God, by His blessed Spirit, retranslates it into the
+heart. If you will, in the seeking of the way of life through
+Scripture study, implore God's light to fall upon the page, you will
+find that these promises are not one second old, and that they drop
+straight from the throne of God into your heart.
+
+There are many people to whom the Bible does not amount to much. If
+they merely look at the outside beauty, why it will no more lead them
+to Christ than Washington's farewell address or the Koran of Mohammed
+or the Shaster of the Hindoos. It is the inward light of God's Word
+you must get or die. I went up to the church of the Madeleine, in
+Paris, and looked at the doors which were the most wonderfully
+constructed I ever saw, and I could have stayed there for a whole
+week; but I had only a little time, so, having glanced at the
+wonderful carving on the doors, I passed in and looked at the radiant
+altars, and the sculptured dome. Alas, that so many stop at the
+outside door of God's Holy Word, looking at the rhetorical beauties,
+instead of going in and looking at the altars of sacrifice and the
+dome of God's mercy and salvation that hovers over penitent and
+believing souls!
+
+O my friends! if you merely want to study the laws of language, do not
+go to the Bible. It was not made for that. Take "Howe's Elements of
+Criticism"--it will be better than the Bible for that. If you want to
+study metaphysics, better than the Bible will be the writings of
+William Hamilton. But if you want to know how to have sin pardoned,
+and at last to gain the blessedness of Heaven, search the Scriptures,
+"for in them ye have eternal life."
+
+When people are anxious about their souls--and there are some such
+here to-day--there are those who recommend good books. That is all
+right. But I want to tell you that the Bible is the best book under
+such circumstances. Baxter wrote "A Call to the Unconverted," but the
+Bible is the best call to the unconverted. Philip Doddridge wrote "The
+Rise and Progress of Religion in the Soul," but the Bible is the best
+rise and progress. John Angell James wrote "Advice to the Anxious
+Inquirer," but the Bible is the best advice to the anxious inquirer.
+
+O, the Bible is the very book you need, anxious and inquiring soul! A
+dying soldier said to his mate: "Comrade, give me a drop!" The comrade
+shook up the canteen, and said: "There isn't a drop of water in the
+canteen." "Oh," said the dying soldier, "that's not what I want; feel
+in my knapsack for my Bible," and his comrade found the Bible, and
+read him a few of the gracious promises, and the dying soldier said:
+"Ah, that's what I want. There isn't anything like the Bible for a
+dying soldier, is there, my comrade?" O blessed book while we live!
+Blessed book when we die!
+
+I remark, again, we must seek God through church ordinances. "What,"
+say you, "can't a man be saved without going to church?" I reply,
+there are men, I suppose, in glory, who have never seen a church: but
+the church is the ordained means by which we are to be brought to God;
+and if truth affects us when we are alone, it affects us more mightily
+when we are in the assembly--the feelings of others emphasizing our
+own feelings. The great law of sympathy comes into play, and a truth
+that would take hold only with the grasp of a sick man, beats mightily
+against the soul with a thousand heart-throbs.
+
+When you come into the religious circle, come only with one notion,
+and only for one purpose--to find the way to Christ. When I see people
+critical about sermons, and critical about tones of voice, and
+critical about sermonic delivery, they make me think of a man in
+prison. He is condemned to death, but an officer of the government
+brings a pardon and puts it through the wicket of the prison, and
+says: "Here is your pardon. Come and get it." "What! Do you expect me
+to take that pardon offered with such a voice as you have, with such
+an awkward manner as you have? I would rather die than so compromise
+my rhetorical notions!" Ah, the man does not say that; he takes it! It
+is his life. He does not care how it is handed to him. And if, this
+morning, that pardon from the throne of God is offered to our souls,
+should we not seize it, regardless of all criticism, feeling that it
+is a matter of heaven or hell?
+
+But I come now to the last part of my text. It tells us when we are to
+seek the Lord. "While He may be found." When is that? Old age? You may
+not see old age. To-morrow? You may not see to-morrow. To-night? You
+may not see to-night. Now! O if I could only write on every heart in
+three capital letters, that word N-O-W--Now!
+
+Sin is an awful disease. I hear people say with a toss of the head and
+with a trivial manner: "Oh, yes, I'm a sinner." Sin is an awful
+disease. It is leprosy. It is dropsy. It is consumption. It is all
+moral disorders in one. Now you know there is a crisis in a disease.
+Perhaps you have had some illustration of it in your family. Sometimes
+the physician has called, and he has looked at the patient and said:
+"That case was simple enough; but the crisis has passed. If you had
+called me yesterday, or this morning, I could have cured the patient.
+It is too late now; the crisis has passed." Just so it is in the
+spiritual treatment of the soul--there is a crisis. Before that, life!
+After that, death! O my dear brother, as you love your soul do not let
+the crisis pass unattended to!
+
+There are some here who can remember instances in life when, if they
+had bought a certain property, they would have become very rich. A few
+acres that would have cost them almost nothing were offered them.
+They refused them. Afterward a large village or city sprung up on
+those acres of ground, and they see what a mistake they made in not
+buying the property. There was an opportunity of getting it. It never
+came back again. And so it is in regard to a man's spiritual and
+eternal fortune. There is a chance; if you let that go, perhaps it
+never comes back. Certainly, that one never comes back.
+
+A gentleman told me that at the battle of Gettysburg he stood upon a
+height looking off upon the conflicting armies. He said it was the
+most exciting moment of his life; now one army seeming to triumph, and
+now the other. After awhile the host wheeled in such a way that he
+knew in five minutes the whole question would be decided. He said the
+emotion was almost unbearable. There is just such a time to-day with
+you, O impenitent soul!--the forces of light on the one side, and the
+siege-guns of hell on the other side, and in a few moments the matter
+will be settled for eternity.
+
+There is a time which mercy has set for leaving port. If you are on
+board before that, you will get a passage for heaven. If you are not
+on board, you miss your passage for heaven. As in law courts a case is
+sometimes adjourned from term to term, and from year to year till the
+bill of costs eats up the entire estate, so there are men who are
+adjourning the matter of religion from time to time, and from year to
+year, until heavenly bliss is the bill of costs the man will have to
+pay for it.
+
+Why defer this matter, oh, my dear hearer? Have you any idea that sin
+will wear out? that it will evaporate? that it will relax its grasp?
+that you may find religion as a man accidentally finds a lost
+pocket-book? Ah, no! No man ever became a Christian by accident, or by
+the relaxing of sin. The embarrassments are all the time increasing.
+The hosts of darkness are recruiting, and the longer you postpone this
+matter the steeper the path will become. I ask those men who are
+before me this morning, whether, in the ten or fifteen years they have
+passed in the postponement of these matters, they have come any nearer
+God or heaven?
+
+I would not be afraid to challenge this whole audience, so far as they
+may not have found the peace of the Gospel, in regard to the matter.
+Your hearts, you are willing frankly to tell me, are becoming harder
+and harder, and that if you come to Christ it will be more of an
+undertaking now than it ever would have been before. Oh, fly for
+refuge! The avenger of blood is on the track! The throne of judgment
+will soon be set; and, if you have anything to do toward your eternal
+salvation, you had better do it now, for the redemption of your soul
+is precious, and it ceaseth forever!
+
+Oh, if men could only catch just one glimpse of Christ, I know they
+would love Him! Your heart leaps at the sight of a glorious sunrise or
+sunset. Can you be without emotion as the Sun of Righteousness rises
+behind Calvary, and sets behind Joseph's sepulcher? He is a blessed
+Saviour! Every nation has its type of beauty. There is German beauty,
+and Swiss beauty, and Italian beauty, and English beauty; but I care
+not in what land a man first looks at Christ, he pronounces Him "chief
+among ten thousand, and the One altogether lovely." O my blessed
+Jesus! Light in darkness! The Rock on which I build! The Captain of
+Salvation! My joy! My strength! How strange it is that men can not
+love Thee!
+
+The diamond districts of Brazil are carefully guarded, and a man does
+not get in there except by a pass from the government; but the love of
+Christ is a diamond district we may all enter, and pick up treasures
+for eternity. Oh, cry for mercy! "To-day, if ye will hear His voice,
+harden not your hearts." There is a way of opposing the mercy of God
+too long, and then there remaineth no more sacrifice for sin, but a
+fearful looking for judgment and fiery indignation, which shall devour
+the adversary. My friends, my neighbors, what can I say to induce you
+to attend to this matter--to attend to it now? Time is flying,
+flying--the city clock joining my voice this moment, seeming to say to
+you, "Now is the time! Now is the time!" Oh, put it not off!
+
+Why should I stand here and plead, and you sit there? It is your
+immortal soul. It is a soul that shall never die. It is a soul that
+must soon appear before God for review. Why throw away your chance for
+heaven? Why plunge off into darkness when all the gates of glory are
+open? Why become a castaway from God when you can sit upon the throne?
+Why will ye die miserably when eternal life is offered you, and it
+will cost you nothing but just willingness to accept it? "Come, for
+all things are now ready." Come, Christ is ready, pardon is ready! The
+Church is ready. Heaven is ready. You will never find a more
+convenient season, if you should live fifty years more, than this
+very one. Reject this, and you may die in your sins. Why do I say
+this? Is it to frighten your soul? Oh, no! It is to persuade you. I
+show you the peril. I show you the escape. Would I not be a coward
+beyond all excuse, if, believing that this great audience must soon be
+launched into the eternal world, and that all who believe in Christ
+shall be saved, and that all who reject Christ will be lost--would I
+not be the veriest coward on earth to hide that truth or to stand
+before you with a cold, or even a placid manner? My dear brethren, now
+is the day of your redemption.
+
+It is very certain that you and I must soon appear before God in
+judgment. We can not escape it. The Bible says: "Every eye shall see
+Him, and they also which pierced Him, and all the kindreds of the
+earth shall wail because of Him." On that day all our advantages will
+come up for our glory or for our discomfiture--every prayer, every
+sermon, every exhortatory remark, every reproof, every call of grace;
+and while the heavens are rolling away like a scroll, and the world is
+being destroyed, your destiny and my destiny will be announced. Alas!
+alas! if on that day it is found that we have neglected these matters.
+We may throw them off now. We can not then. We will all be in earnest
+then. But no pardon then. No offer of salvation then. No rescue then.
+Driven away in our wickedness--banished, exiled, forever!
+
+Have you ever imagined what will be the soliloquy of the soul on that
+day unpardoned, as it looks back upon its past life? "Oh," says the
+soul, "I had glorious Sabbaths! There was one Sabbath in autumn when
+I was invited to Christ. There was a Sabbath morning when Jesus stood
+and spread out His arm and invited me to His holy heart. I refused
+Him. I have destroyed myself. I have no one else to blame. Ruin
+complete! Darkness unpitying, deep, eternal! I am lost!
+Notwithstanding all the opportunities I have had of being saved, I am
+lost! O Thou long-suffering Lord God Almighty, I am lost! O day of
+judgment, I am lost! O father, mother, brother, sister, child in
+glory, I am lost!" And then as the tide goes out, your soul goes out
+with it--further from God, further from happiness, and I hear your
+voice fainter, and fainter, and fainter: "Lost! Lost! Lost! Lost!
+Lost!" O ye dying, yet immortal men, "seek the Lord while He may be
+found."
+
+But I want you to take the hint of the text that I have no time to
+dwell on--the hint that there is a time when He can not be found.
+There is a man in New York, eighty years of age, who said to a
+clergyman who came in, "Do you think that a man at eighty years of age
+can get pardoned?" "Oh, yes," said the clergyman. The old man said: "I
+can't; when I was twenty years of age--I am now eighty years--the
+Spirit of God came to my soul, and I felt the importance of attending
+to these things, but I put it off. I rejected God, and since then I
+have had no feeling." "Well," said the minister, "wouldn't you like to
+have me pray with you?" "Yes," replied the old man, "but it will do no
+good. You can pray with me if you like to." The minister knelt down
+and prayed, and commended the man's soul to God. It seemed to have no
+effect upon him. After awhile the last hour of the man's life came,
+and through his delirium a spark of intelligence seemed to flash, and
+with his last breath he said; "I shall never be forgiven!" "O seek the
+Lord while He may be found."
+
+
+
+
+THE GREAT ASSIZE.
+
+DOCTOR TALMAGE'S SERMON, PREACHED AT CORK, IRELAND,
+SUNDAY MORNING, SEPT 6th, 1885.
+
+ "When the Son of Man shall come in His glory, and all the holy
+ angels with Him, then shall He sit upon the throne of His
+ glory: and before Him shall be gathered all nations: and He
+ shall separate them one from another, as a shepherd divideth
+ his sheep from the goats."--MATTHEW xxv: 31, 32.
+
+
+Half-way between Chamouny, Switzerland, and Martigny, I reined in the
+horse on which I was riding, and looked off upon the most wonderful
+natural amphitheater of valley and mountain and rock, and I said to my
+companion, "What an appropriate place this would be for the last
+judgment. Yonder overhanging rock the place for the judgment seat.
+These galleries of surrounding hills occupied by attendant angels.
+This vast valley, sweeping miles this way and miles that, the
+audience-room for all nations." But sacred geography does not point
+out the place. Yet we know that somewhere, some time, somehow, an
+audience will be gathered together stupendous beyond all statistics,
+and just as certainly as you and I make up a part of this audience
+to-day, we will make up a part of that audience on that day.
+
+A common sense of justice in every man's heart demands that there
+shall be some great winding-up day, in which that which is now
+inexplicable shall be explained.
+
+Why did that good man suffer, and that bad man prosper? You say, "I
+don't know, but I must know." Why is that good Christian woman dying
+of what is called a spider cancer, while that daughter of folly sits
+wrapped in luxury, ease, and health? You say, "I don't know, but I
+must know." There are so many wrongs to be righted that if there were
+not some great righting-up day in the presence of all ages, there
+would be an outcry against God from which His glory would never
+recover. If God did not at last try the nations, the nations would try
+Him. We are, therefore, ready for the announcement of the text. The
+world never saw Christ except in disguise. If once when He was on
+earth He had let out His glory, instead of the blind eyes being
+healed, all visions would have been extinguished. No human eye could
+have endured it. And instead of bringing the dead to life, all around
+about him would have been the slain under that overpowering
+effulgence. Disguise of human flesh. Disguise of seamless robe.
+Disguise of sandal. Disguise of voice. From Bethlehem caravansary to
+mausoleum in the rock, a complete disguise.
+
+But on the day of which I speak the Son of Man will come in His glory.
+No hiding of luster. No sheathing of strength. No suppression of
+grandeur. No wrapping out of sight of the Godhead. Any fifty of the
+most brilliant sunsets that you ever saw on land or sea would be dim
+as compared with the cerulean appearance on that day when Christ
+rolls through, and rolls on, and rolls down in His glory. The air will
+be all abloom with His presence, and everything from horizon to
+horizon aflame with His splendor.
+
+Elijah rode up the sky-steep in a chariot, the wheels of whirling fire
+and the horses of galloping fire, and the charioteer drawing reins of
+fire on bits of fire; but Christ will need no such equipage, for the
+law of gravitation will be laid aside, and the natural elements will
+be laid aside, and Christ will descend swiftly enough to make speedy
+arrival, but slowly enough to allow the gaze of millions of
+spectators. In his glory! Glory of form, glory of omnipotence, glory
+of holiness, glory of justice, glory of love. In His glory! An
+unveiled, an uncovered God descending to meet the human race in an
+interview which will be prolonged only for a few hours, and yet which
+shall settle all the past and all the present and all the future, and
+be closed before the end of that day, which will close, not with
+setting sun, but with the destruction of the planet as a snuffers
+takes off the top of a burned wick.
+
+It is a solemn time in a court-room when there is an important case on
+hand, and the judge of the Supreme Court enters, and he sits down, and
+with gavel strikes on the desk commanding bar and jury and witnesses
+and audience into silence. All voices are hushed, all heads are
+uncovered. But how much more impressive when Christ shall take the
+judgment seat on the last day of the last week of the last month of
+the last year of the world's existence, and with gavel of thunder-bolt
+shall smite the mountains, commanding all the land and all the sea
+into silence.
+
+Can you have any doubt about who it is on the seat on the judgment
+day? Better make investigation, to see whether there are any scars
+about Him that reveal His person. Apparel may change. You can not
+always tell by apparel. But scars will tell the story after all else
+fails. I find under His left arm a scar, and on His right hand a scar,
+and on His left hand a scar, and on His right foot a scar, and on His
+left foot a scar. Oh, yes, He is the Son of Man in His glory. Every
+mark of wound now a badge of victory, every ridge showing the fearful
+gash now telling the story of pain and sacrifice which He suffered in
+behalf of the human race.
+
+But what is all that commotion and flutter, and surging to and fro
+above Him and on either side of Him? It is a detailed regiment of
+heaven, a constabulary angelic, sent forth to take part in that scene,
+and to execute the mandates that shall be issued. Ten regiments, a
+hundred regiments, a thousand regiments of angels; for on that day all
+heaven will be emptied of its inhabitants to let them attend the
+scene. All the holy angels. From what a center to what a
+circumference. Widening out and widening out, and higher up and higher
+up. Wings interlocking wings. Galleries of cloud above galleries of
+cloud, all filled with the faces of angels come to listen and come to
+watch, and come to help on that day for which all other days were
+made. Who are those two taller and more conspicuous angels? The one is
+Michael, who is the commander of all those who come out to destroy
+sin. The other is Gabriel, who is announced as commander of all those
+who come forth to help the righteous. Who is that mighty angel near
+the throne? That is the resurrection angel, his lips still aquiver and
+his cheek aflush with the blast that shattered the cemeteries and woke
+the dead. Who is that other great angel, with dark and overshadowing
+brow? That is the one who in one night, by one flap of his wing,
+turned one hundred and eighty-five thousand of Sennacherib's host into
+corpses.
+
+Who are those bright immortals near the throne, their faces partly
+turned toward each other as though about to sing? Oh, they are the
+Bethlehem chanters of the first Christmas night! Who are this other
+group standing so near the throne? They are the Saviour's especial
+bodyguard, which hovered over Him in the wilderness and administered
+to Him in the hour of martyrdom, and heaved away the rock of His
+sarcophagus, and escorted Him upward on Ascension Day, now
+appropriately escorting Him down. Divine glory flanked on both sides
+by angelic radiance.
+
+But now lower your eye from the divine and angelic to the human. The
+entire human race is present. All nations, says my text. Before that
+time the American Republic, the English Government, the French
+Republic, all modern modes of government may be obliterated for
+something better; but all nations, whether dead or alive, will be
+brought up into that assembly. Thebes and Tyre and Babylon and Greece
+and Rome as wide awake in that assembly as though they had never
+slumbered amid the dead nations. Europe, Asia, Africa, North and South
+America, and all the nineteenth century, the eighteenth century, the
+twelfth century, the tenth century, the fourth century--all centuries
+present. Not one being that ever drew the breath of life but will be
+in that assembly.
+
+No other audience a thousandth part as large. No other audience a
+millionth part as large. No human eye could look across it. Wing of
+albatross and falcon and eagle not strong enough to fly over it. A
+congregation, I verily believe, not assembled on any continent,
+because no continent would be large enough to hold it. But, as the
+Bible intimates, in the air. The law of gravitation unanchored, the
+world moved out of its place. As now sometimes on earth a great tent
+is spread for some great convention, so over that great audience of
+the judgment shall be lifted the blue canopy of the sky, and
+underneath it for floor the air made buoyant by the hand of Almighty
+God. An architecture of atmospheric galleries strong enough to hold up
+worlds. Surely the two arms of God's almightiness are two pillars
+strong enough to hold up any auditorium.
+
+But that audience is not to remain in session long. Most audiences on
+earth after an hour or two adjourn. Sometimes in court-rooms an
+audience will tarry four or five hours, but then it adjourns. So this
+audience spoken of in the text will adjourn. My text says, "He will
+separate them one from another as a shepherd divideth the sheep from
+the goats."
+
+"No," says my Universalist friend, "let them all stay together." But
+the text says, "He shall separate them." "No," say the kings of this
+world, "let men have their choice, and if they prefer monarchical
+institutions, let them go together, and if they prefer republican
+institutions, let them go together." "No," say the conventionalities
+of this world, "let all those who moved in what are called high
+circles go together, and all those who on earth moved in low circles
+go together. The rich together, the poor together, the wise together,
+the ignorant together." Ah! no. Do you not notice in that assembly the
+king is without his scepter, and the soldier without his uniform, and
+the bishop without his pontifical ring, and the millionaire without
+his certificates of stock, and the convict without his chain, and the
+beggar without his rags, and the illiterate without his bad
+orthography, and all of us without any distinction of earthly
+inequality? So I take it from that as well as from my text that the
+mere accident of position in this world will do nothing toward
+deciding the questions of that very great day.
+
+"He will separate them as a shepherd divideth the sheep from the
+goats." The sheep, the cleanliest of creatures, here made a symbol of
+those who have all their sins washed away in the fountain of redeeming
+mercy. The goat, one of the filthiest of creatures, here a type of
+those who in the last judgment will be found never to have had any
+divine ablution. Division according to character. Not only character
+outside, but character inside. Character of heart, character of
+choice, character of allegiance, character of affection, character
+inside as well as character outside.
+
+In many cases it will be a complete and immediate reversal of all
+earthly conditions. Some who in this world wore patched apparel will
+take on raiment lustrous as a summer noon. Some who occupied a palace
+will take a dungeon. Division regardless of all earthly caste, and
+some who were down will be up, and some who were up will be down. Oh,
+what a shattering of conventionalities! What an upheaval of all social
+rigidities, what a turning of the wheel of earthly condition, a
+thousand revolutions in a second! Division of all nations, of all
+ages, not by the figure 9, nor the figure 8, nor the figure 7, nor the
+figure 6, nor the figure 5, nor the figure 4; but by the figure 2.
+
+Two! Two characters, two destinies, two estates, two dominions, two
+eternities, a tremendous, an all-comprehensive, an all-decisive, and
+everlasting two!
+
+I sometimes think that the figure of the book that shall be opened
+allows us to forget the thing signified by the symbol. Where is the
+book-binder that could make a volume large enough to contain the names
+of all the people who have ever lived? Besides that, the calling of
+such a roll would take more than fifty years, more than a hundred
+years, and the judgment is to be consummated in less time than passes
+between sunrise and sunset. Ah! my friends, the leaves of that book of
+judgment are not made out of paper, but of memory. One leaf in every
+human heart. You have known persons who were near drowning, but they
+were afterward resuscitated, and they have told you that in the two or
+three minutes between the accident and the resuscitation, all their
+past life flashed before them--all they had ever thought, all they had
+ever done, all they had ever seen, in an instant came to them. The
+memory never loses anything. It is only a folded leaf. It is only a
+closed book.
+
+Though you be an octogenarian, though you be a nonagenarian, all the
+thoughts and acts of your life are in your mind, whether you recall
+them now or not, just as Macaulay's history is in two volumes,
+although the volumes may be closed, and you can not see a word of
+them, and will not until they are opened. As in the case of the
+drowning man, the volume of memory was partly open, or the leaf partly
+unrolled; in the case of the judgment the entire book will be opened,
+so that everything will be displayed from preface to appendix.
+
+You have seen self-registering instruments which recorded how many
+revolutions they had made and what work they had done, so the
+manufacturer could come days after and look at the instrument and find
+just how many revolutions had been made, or how much work had been
+accomplished. So the human mind is a self-registering instrument, and
+it records all its past movements. Now that leaf, that
+all-comprehensive leaf in your mind and mine this moment, the leaf of
+judgment, brought out under the flash of the judgment throne, you can
+easily see how all the past of our lives in an instant will be seen.
+And so great and so resplendent will be the light of that throne that
+not only this leaf in my heart and that leaf in your heart will be
+revealed at a flash, but all the leaves will be opened, and you will
+read not only your own character and your own history, but the
+character and history of others.
+
+In a military encampment the bugle sounded in one way means one thing,
+and sounded in another way it means another thing. Bugle sounded in
+one way means, "Prepare for sudden attack." Bugle sounded in another
+way means, "To your tents, and let all the lights be put out." I have
+to tell you, my brother, that the trumpet of the Old Testament, the
+trumpet that was carried in the armies of olden times, and the trumpet
+on the walls in olden times, in the last great day will give
+significant reverberation. Old, worn-out, and exhausted Time, having
+marched across decades and centuries and ages, will halt, and the sun
+and the moon and the stars will halt with it. The trumpet! the
+trumpet!
+
+Peal the first: Under its power the sea will stretch itself out dead,
+the white foam on the lip, in its crystal sarcophagus, and the
+mountains will stagger and reel and stumble, and fall into the valleys
+never to rise. Under one puff of that last cyclone all the candles of
+the sky will be blown out. The trumpet! the trumpet!
+
+Peal the second: The alabaster halls of the air will be filled with
+those who will throng up from all the cemeteries of all the ages--from
+Greyfriar's Churchyard and Roman Catacomb, from Westminster Abbey and
+from the coral crypts of oceanic cave, and some will rend off the
+bandage of Egyptian mummy, and others will remove from their brow the
+garland of green sea-weed. From the north and the south and the east
+and the west they come. The dead! The trumpet! the trumpet!
+
+Peal the third: Amid surging clouds and the roar of attendant armies
+of heaven, the Lord comes through, and there are lightnings and
+thunder-bolts, and an earthquake, and a hallelujah, and a wailing. The
+trumpet! the trumpet!
+
+Peal the fourth: All the records of human life will be revealed. The
+leaf containing the pardoned sin, the leaf containing the unpardoned
+sin. Some clapping hands with joy, some grinding their teeth with
+rage, and all the forgotten past becomes a vivid present. The trumpet!
+the trumpet!
+
+Peal the last: The audience breaks up. The great trial is ended. The
+high court of heaven adjourns. The audience hie themselves to their
+two termini. They rise, they rise! They sink, they sink! Then the blue
+tent of the sky will be lifted and folded up and put away. Then the
+auditorium of atmospheric galleries will be melted. Then the folded
+wings of attendant angels will be spread for upward flight. The fiery
+throne of judgment will become a dim and a vanishing cloud. The
+conflagration of divine and angelic magnificence will roll back and
+off. The day for which all other days are made has closed, and the
+world has burned down, and the last cinder has gone out, and an angel
+flying on errand from world to world will poise long enough over the
+dead earth to chant the funeral litany as he cries, "Ashes to ashes!"
+
+That judgment leaf in your heart I seize hold of this moment for
+cancellation. In your city halls the great book of mortgages has a
+large margin, so that when the mortgagor has paid the full amount to
+the mortgagee, the officer of the law comes, and he puts down on that
+margin the payment and the cancellation; and though that mortgage
+demanded vast thousands before, now it is null and void. So I have to
+tell you that that leaf in my heart and in your heart, that leaf of
+judgment, that all-comprehensive leaf, has a wide margin for
+cancellation.
+
+There is only one hand in all the universe that can touch that margin.
+That hand this moment lifted to make the record null and void forever.
+It may be a trembling hand, for it is a wounded hand, the nerves were
+cut and the muscles were lacerated. That record on that leaf was made
+in the black ink of condemnation; but if cancellation take place, it
+will be made in the red ink of sacrifice. O judgment-bound brother and
+sister! let Christ this moment bring to that record complete and
+glorious cancellation. This moment, in an outburst of impassioned
+prayer, ask for it. You think it is the fluttering of your heart. Oh,
+no! it is the fluttering of that leaf, that judgment leaf.
+
+I ask you not to take from your iron safe your last will and
+testament, but I ask for something of more importance than that. I ask
+you not to take from your private papers that letter so sacred that
+you have put it away from all human eyesight, but I ask you for
+something of more meaning than that. That leaf, that judgment leaf in
+my heart, that judgment leaf in your heart, which will decide our
+condition after this world shall have five thousand million years been
+swept out the heavens, an extinct planet, and time itself will be so
+long past that on the ocean of eternity it will seem only as now seems
+a ripple on the Atlantic.
+
+When the goats in vile herd start for the barren mountains of death,
+and the sheep in fleeces of snowy whiteness and bleating with joy move
+up the terraced hills to join the lambs already playing in the high
+pastures of celestial altitude, oh, may you and I be close by the
+Shepherd's crook! "When the Son of Man shall come in His glory, and
+all the holy angels with Him, then shall He sit upon the throne of His
+glory; and before Him shall be gathered all nations; and He shall
+separate them one from another, as a shepherd divideth the sheep from
+the goats."
+
+Oh, that leaf, that one leaf in my heart, that one leaf in your heart!
+That leaf of judgment! Oh, those two tremendous words at the last,
+"Come!" "Go!" As though the overhanging heavens were the cup of a
+great bell, and all the stars were welded into a silvery tongue and
+swung from side to side until it struck, "Come!" As though all the
+great guns of eternal disaster were discharged at once, and they
+boomed forth in one resounding cannonade of "Go!" Arithmetical sum in
+simple division. Eternity the dividend. The figure two the divisor.
+Your unalterable destiny the quotient.
+
+
+
+
+THE ROAD TO THE CITY.
+
+ "And an highway shall be there, and a way, and it shall be
+ called the way of holiness; the unclean shall not pass over
+ it; but it shall be for those: the wayfaring men, though
+ fools, shall not err therein. No lion shall be there, nor any
+ ravenous beast shall go up thereon, it shall not be found
+ there; but the redeemed shall walk there; and the ransomed of
+ the Lord shall return, and come to Zion with songs and
+ everlasting joy upon their heads: they shall obtain joy and
+ gladness, and sorrow and sighing shall flee away."--ISAIAH
+ xxxv: 8-10.
+
+
+There are hundreds of people in this house this morning who want to
+find the right road. You sometimes see a person halting at cross
+roads, and you can tell by his looks that he wishes to ask a question
+as to what direction he had better take. And I stand in your presence
+this morning conscious of the fact that there are many of you here who
+realize that there are a thousand wrong roads, but only one right one;
+and I take it for granted that you have come in to ask which one it
+is. Here is one road that opens widely, but I have not much faith in
+it. There are a great many expensive toll-gates scattered all along
+that way. Indeed at every road you must pay in tears, or pay in
+genuflexions, or pay in flagellations. On that road, if you get
+through it at all, you have to pay your own way; and since this
+differs so much from what I have heard in regard to the right way, I
+believe it is the wrong way.
+
+Here is another road. On either side of it are houses of sinful
+entertainment, and invitations to come in, and dine and rest; but,
+from the looks of the people who stand on the piazza I am very certain
+that it is the wrong house and the wrong way. Here is another road. It
+is very beautiful and macadamized. The horses' hoofs clatter and ring,
+and they who ride over it spin along the highway, until suddenly they
+find that the road breaks over an embankment, and they try to halt,
+and they saw the bit in the mouth of the fiery steed, and cry "Ho!
+ho!" But it is too late, and--crash!--they go over the embankment. We
+shall turn, this morning, and see if we can not find a different kind
+of a road.
+
+You have heard of the Appian Way. It was three hundred and fifty miles
+long. It was twenty-four feet wide, and on either side the road was a
+path for foot passengers. It was made out of rocks cut in hexagonal
+shape and fitted together. What a road it must have been! Made of
+smooth, hard rock, three hundred and fifty miles long. No wonder that
+in the construction of it the treasures of a whole empire were
+exhausted. Because of invaders, and the elements, and time--the old
+conqueror who tears up a road as he goes over it--there is nothing
+left of that structure excepting a ruin. But I have this morning to
+tell you of a road built before the Appian Way, and yet it is as good
+as when first constructed. Millions of souls have gone over it.
+Millions more will come.
+
+ "The prophets and apostles, too,
+ Pursued this road while here below;
+ We therefore will, without dismay
+ Still walk in Christ, the good old way."
+
+"An highway shall be there, and a way, and it shall be called the way
+of holiness; the unclean shall not pass over it; but it shall be for
+those: the wayfaring men, though fools, shall not err therein. No lion
+shall be there, nor any ravenous beast shall go up thereon, it shall
+not be found there; but the redeemed shall walk there; and the
+ransomed of the Lord shall return, and come to Zion with songs and
+everlasting joy upon their heads; they shall obtain joy and gladness,
+and sorrow and sighing shall flee away!"
+
+I. First, this road of the text is the King's highway. In the
+diligence you dash over the Bernard pass of the Alps, mile after mile,
+and there is not so much as a pebble to jar the wheels. You go over
+bridges which cross chasms that make you hold your breath; under
+projecting rock; along by dangerous precipices; through tunnels adrip
+with the meltings of the glaciers; and, perhaps for the first time,
+learn the majesty of a road built and supported by government
+authority. Well, my Lord the King decided to build a highway from
+earth to heaven. It should span all the chasms of human wretchedness;
+it should tunnel all the mountains of earthly difficulty; it should be
+wide enough and strong enough to hold fifty thousand millions of the
+human race, if so many of them should ever be born. It should be
+blasted out of the "Rock of Ages," and cemented with the blood of the
+Cross, and be lifted amid the shouting of angels and the execration of
+devils.
+
+The King sent His Son to build that road. He put head and hand and
+heart to it, and, after the road was completed, waved His blistered
+hand over the way, crying, "It is finished!" Napoleon paid fifteen
+million francs for the building of the Simplon Road, that his cannon
+might go over for the devastation of Italy; but our King, at a greater
+expense, has built a road for a different purpose, that the banners of
+heavenly dominion might come down over it, and all the redeemed of
+earth travel up over it.
+
+Being a King's highway, of course it is well built. Bridges splendidly
+arched and buttressed have given way and crushed the passengers who
+attempted to cross them. But Christ, the King, would build no such
+thing as that. The work done, He mounts the chariot of His love, and
+multitudes mount with Him, and He drives on and up the steep of heaven
+amid the plaudits of gazing worlds! The work is done--well
+done--gloriously done--magnificently done.
+
+II. Still further: this road spoken of is a clean road.
+
+Many a fine road has become miry and foul because it has not been
+properly cared for; but my text says the unclean shall not walk on
+this one. Room on either side to throw away your sins. Indeed, if you
+want to carry them along, you are not on the right road. That bridge
+will break, those overhanging rocks will fall, the night will come
+down, leaving you at the mercy of the mountain bandits, and at the
+very next turn of the road you will perish. But if you are really on
+this clean road of which I have been speaking, then you will stop
+ever and anon to wash in the water that stands in the basin of the
+eternal rock. Ay, at almost every step of the journey you will be
+crying out: "Create within me a clean heart!" If you have no such
+aspirations as that, it proves that you have mistaken your way; and if
+you will only look up and see the finger-board above your head, you
+may read upon it the words: "There is a way that seemeth right unto a
+man, but the end thereof is death." Without holiness no man shall see
+the Lord; and if you have any idea that you can carry along your sins,
+your lusts, your worldliness, and yet get to the end of the Christian
+race, you are so awfully mistaken that, in the name of God, this
+morning I shatter the delusion.
+
+III. Still further, the road spoken of is a plain road. "The wayfaring
+men, though fools, shall not err therein." That is, if a man is three
+fourths an idiot, he can find this road just as well as if he were a
+philosopher. The imbecile boy, the laughing-stock of the street, and
+followed by a mob hooting at him, has only just to knock once at the
+gate of heaven, and it swings open: while there has been many a man
+who can lecture about pneumatics, and chemistry, and tell the story of
+Farraday's theory of electrical polarization, and yet has been shut
+out of heaven. There has been many a man who stood in an observatory
+and swept the heavens with his telescope, and yet has not been able to
+see the Morning Star. Many a man has been familiar with all the higher
+branches of mathematics, and yet could not do the simple sum, "What
+shall it profit a man if he gain the whole world and lose his own
+soul?" Many a man has been a fine reader of tragedies and poems, and
+yet could not "read his title clear to mansions in the skies." Many a
+man has botanized across the continent, and yet not know the "Rose of
+Sharon and the Lily of the Valley." But if one shall come in the right
+spirit, crying the way to heaven, he will find it a plain way. The
+pardon is plain. The peace is plain. Everything is plain.
+
+He who tries to get on the road to heaven through the New Testament
+teaching will get on beautifully. He who goes through philosophical
+discussion will not get on at all. Christ says: "Come to Me, and I
+will take all your sins away, and I will take all your troubles away."
+Now what is the use of my discussing it any more? Is not that plain?
+If you wanted to go to Albany, and I pointed you out a highway
+thoroughly laid out, would I be wise in detaining you by a geological
+discussion about the gravel you will pass over, or a physiological
+discussion about the muscles you will have to bring into play? No.
+After this Bible has pointed you the way to heaven, is it wise for me
+to detain you with any discussion about the nature of the human will,
+or whether the atonement is limited or unlimited? There is the
+road--go on it. It is a plain way.
+
+"This is a faithful saying, and worthy of all acceptation, that Christ
+Jesus came into the world to save sinners." And that is you and that
+is me. Any little child here can understand this as well as I can.
+"Unless you become as a little child, you can not see the kingdom of
+God." If you are saved, it will not be as a philosopher, it will be as
+a little child. "Of such is the kingdom of Heaven." Unless you get
+the spirit of little children, you will never come out at their
+glorious destiny.
+
+IV. Still further: this road to heaven is a safe road. Sometimes the
+traveler in those ancient highways would think himself perfectly
+secure, not knowing there was a lion by the way, burying his head deep
+between his paws, and then, when the right moment came, under the
+fearful spring the man's life was gone, and there was a mauled carcass
+by the roadside. But, says my text, "No lion shall be there." I wish I
+could make you feel, this morning, your entire security. I tell you
+plainly that one minute after a man has become a child of God, he is
+as safe as though he had been ten thousand years in heaven. He may
+slip, he may slide, he may stumble; but he can not be destroyed. Kept
+by the power of God, through faith, unto complete salvation.
+Everlastingly safe.
+
+The severest trial to which you can subject a Christian man is to kill
+him, and that is glory. In other words, the worst thing that can
+happen a child of God is heaven. The body is only the old slippers
+that he throws aside just before putting on the sandals of light. His
+soul, you can not hurt it. No fires can consume it. No floods can
+drown it. No devils can capture it.
+
+ "Firm and unmoved are they
+ Who rest their souls on God;
+ Fixed as the ground where David stood,
+ Or where the ark abode."
+
+His soul is safe. His reputation is safe. Everything is safe. "But,"
+you say, "suppose his store burns up?" Why, then, it will be only a
+change of investments from earthly to heavenly securities. "But," you
+say, "suppose his name goes down under the hoof of scorn and
+contempt?" The name will be so much brighter in glory. "Suppose his
+physical health fails?" God will pour into him the floods of
+everlasting health, and it will not make any difference. Earthly
+subtraction is heavenly addition. The tears of earth are the crystals
+of heaven. As they take rags and tatters and put them through the
+paper-mill, and they come out beautiful white sheets of paper, so,
+often, the rags of earthly destitution, under the cylinders of death,
+come out a white scroll upon which shall be written eternal
+emancipation.
+
+There was one passage of Scripture, the force of which I never
+understood until one day at Chamounix, with Mont Blanc on one side,
+and Montanvent on the other, I opened my Bible and read: "As the
+mountains are around about Jerusalem, so the Lord is around about them
+that fear Him." The surroundings were an omnipotent commentary.
+
+ "Though troubles assail, and dangers affright;
+ Though friends should all fail, and foes all unite;
+ Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide,
+ The Scriptures assure us the Lord will provide."
+
+V. Still further: the road spoken of is a pleasant road. God gives a
+bond of indemnity against all evil to every man that treads it. "All
+things work together for good to those who love God." No weapon formed
+against them can prosper. That is the bond, signed, sealed, and
+delivered by the President of the whole universe. What is the use of
+your fretting, O child of God, about food? "Behold the fowls of the
+air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns;
+yet your heavenly Father feedeth them." And will He take care of the
+sparrow, will He take care of the hawk, and let you die? What is the
+use of your fretting about clothes? "Consider the lilies of the field.
+Shall He not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?" What is the
+use worrying for fear something will happen to your home? "He blesseth
+the habitation of the just." What is the use of your fretting lest you
+will be overcome of temptations? "God is faithful, who will not suffer
+you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation
+also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it."
+
+O this King's highway! Trees of life on either side, bending over
+until their branches interlock and drop midway their fruit and shade.
+Houses of entertainment on either side the road for poor pilgrims.
+Tables spread with a feast of good things, and walls adorned with
+apples of gold in pictures of silver. I start out on this King's
+highway, and I find a harper, and I say: "What is your name?" The
+harper makes no response, but leaves me to guess, as, with his eyes
+toward heaven and his hand upon the trembling strings this tune comes
+rippling on the air: "The Lord is my light and my salvation. Whom
+shall I fear? The Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be
+afraid?" I go a little further on the same road and meet a trumpeter
+of heaven, and I say: "Haven't you got some music for a tired
+pilgrim?" And wiping his lip and taking a long breath, he puts his
+mouth to the trumpet and pours forth this strain: "They shall hunger
+no more, neither shall they thirst any more, neither shall the sun
+light on them, nor any heat, for the Lamb which is in the midst of the
+throne shall lead them to living fountains of water, and God shall
+wipe away all tears from their eyes." I go a little distance further
+on the same road, and I meet a maiden of Israel. She has no harp, but
+she has cymbals. They look as if they had rusted from sea-spray; and I
+say to the maiden of Israel: "Have you no song for a tired pilgrim?"
+And like the clang of victors' shields the cymbals clap as Miriam
+begins to discourse: "Sing ye to the Lord, for He hath triumphed
+gloriously; the horse and the rider hath He thrown into the sea." And
+then I see a white-robed group. They come bounding toward me, and I
+say: "Who are they? The happiest, and the brightest, and the fairest
+in all heaven--who are they?" And the answer comes: "These are they
+who came out of great tribulations, and had their robes washed and
+made white with the blood of the Lamb."
+
+I pursue this subject only one step further. What is the terminus? I
+do not care how fine a road you may put me on, I want to know where it
+comes out. My text declares it: "The redeemed of the Lord come to
+Zion." You know what Zion was. That was the King's palace. It was a
+mountain fastness. It was impregnable. And so heaven is the fastness
+of the universe. No howitzer has long enough range to shell those
+towers. Let all the batteries of earth and hell blaze away; they can
+not break in those gates. Gibraltar was taken, Sebastopol was taken,
+Babylon fell; but these walls of heaven shall never surrender either
+to human or Satanic besiegement. The Lord God Almighty is the defense
+of it. Great capital of the universe! Terminus of the King's highway!
+
+Doctor Dick said that, among other things, he thought in heaven we
+should study chemistry, and geometry, and conic sections. Southey
+thought that in heaven he would have the pleasure of seeing Chaucer
+and Shakespeare. Now, Doctor Dick may have his mathematics for all
+eternity, and Southey his Shakespeare. Give me Christ and my old
+friends--that is all the heaven I want, that is heaven enough for me.
+O garden of light, whose leaves never wither, and whose fruits never
+fail! O banquet of God, whose sweetness never palls the taste, and
+whose guests are kings forever! O city of light, whose walls are
+salvation, and whose gates are praise! O palace of rest, where God is
+the monarch and everlasting ages the length of His reign! O song
+louder than the surf-beat of many waters, yet soft as the whisper of
+cherubim!
+
+O my heaven! When my last wound is healed, when the last heart-break
+is ended, when the last tear of earthly sorrow is wiped away, and when
+the redeemed of the Lord shall come to Zion, then let all the harpers
+take down their harps, and all the trumpeters take down their
+trumpets, and all across heaven there be chorus of morning stars,
+chorus of white-robed victors, chorus of martyrs from under the
+throne, chorus of ages, chorus of worlds, and there be but one song
+sung, and but one name spoken, and but one throne honored--that of
+Jesus only.
+
+
+
+
+THE RANSOMLESS.
+
+ "Beware lest He take thee away with His stroke: then a great
+ ransom can not deliver thee."--JOB xxxvi: 18.
+
+
+Trouble makes some men mad. It was so with Job. He had lost his
+property, he had lost his physical health, he had lost his dear
+children, and the losses had led to exasperation instead of any
+spiritual profit. I suppose that he was in the condition that many are
+now in who sit before me. There are those here whose fortunes have
+begun to flap their wings, as though to fly away. There is a hollow
+cough in some of your dwellings. There is a subtraction of comfort and
+happiness, and you feel disgusted with the world, and impatient with
+many events that are transpiring in your history, and you are in the
+condition in which Job was when the words of my text accosted him:
+"Beware lest He take thee away with His stroke and then a ransom can
+not deliver thee."
+
+I propose to show you that sometimes God suddenly removes from us our
+gospel opportunities, and that, when He has done so, our case is
+ransomless. "Beware lest He take thee away with His stroke: then a
+great ransom can not deliver thee."
+
+I. Sometimes the stroke comes in the removal of the intellect.
+
+"Oh," says some man, "as long as I keep my mind I can afford to
+adjourn religion." But suppose you do not keep it? A fever, the
+hurling of a missile, the falling of a brick from a scaffolding, the
+accidental discharge of a gun--and your mind is gone. If you have ever
+been in an anatomical room, and have examined the human brain, you
+know what a delicate organ it is. And can it be possible that our
+eternity is dependent upon the healthy action of that which can be so
+easily destroyed?
+
+"Oh," says some one, "you don't know how strong a mind I have." I
+reply: Losses, accident, bereavement, and sickness may shipwreck the
+best physical or mental condition. There are those who have been ten
+years in lunatic asylums who had as good a mind as you. While they had
+their minds they neglected God, and when their intellect went, with it
+went their last opportunity for heaven. Now they are not responsible
+for what they do, or for what they say; but in the last day they will
+be held responsible for what they did when they were mentally well;
+and if, on that day, a soul should say: "Oh, God, I was demented, and
+I had no responsibility," God will say: "Yes, you were demented; but
+there were long years when you were not demented. That was your chance
+for heaven, and you missed it." Oh, better be, as the Scotch say, a
+little "daft," nevertheless having grace in the heart; better be like
+poor Richard Hampson, the Cornish fool, whose biography has just
+appeared in England--a silly man he was, yet bringing souls to Jesus
+Christ by scores and scores--giving an account of his own conversion,
+when he said: "The mob got after me, and I lost my hat, and climbed
+up by a meat-stand, in order that I might not be trampled under foot,
+and while I was there, my heart got on fire with love toward those who
+were chasing me, and, springing to my feet, I began to exhort and to
+pray." Oh, my God, let me be in the last, last day the Cornish fool,
+rather than have the best intellect God ever created unillumined by
+the Gospel of Jesus Christ!
+
+Consider what an uncertain possession you have in your intellect, when
+there are so many things around to destroy it; and beware, lest before
+you use it in making the religious choice, God takes it away with a
+stroke. I know a good many of my friends who are putting off religion
+until the last hour. They say when they get sick they will attend to
+it, but generally the intellect is beclouded; and oh; what a doleful
+thing it is to stand by a dying bed, and talk to a man about his soul,
+and feel, from what you see of the motion of his head, and the glare
+of his eye, and from what you hear of the jargon of his lips, that he
+does not understand what you are saying to him. I have stood beside
+the death-bed of a man who had lived a sinful life, and was as
+unprepared for eternity as it is possible for a man to be, and I tried
+to make him understand my pastoral errand; but all in vain. He could
+not understand it, and so he died.
+
+Oh! ye who are putting off until the sick hour preparation for
+eternity, let me tell you that in all probability, you will not be
+able in your last hour to attend to it at all. There are a great many
+people who say they will repent on the death-bed.
+
+I have no doubt there are many who have repented on the death-bed, but
+I think it is the exception. Albert Barnes, who was one of the coolest
+of men, and gave no rash statistics, said thus: that in a ministry of
+nearly half a century--he was over seventy when he went up to
+glory--he had known a great many people who said they repented on the
+dying bed, but, unexpectedly to themselves, got well; and he says, How
+many of those, do you suppose, who thought it was their dying bed, and
+who, after they repented on that dying bed, having got well, lived
+consistently, showing that it was real repentance, and not mock
+repentance--how many? not one! not one!
+
+II. Again: this stroke may come to you in the withdrawal of God's
+spirit.
+
+I see people before me who were, twenty years ago, serious about their
+souls. They are not now. They have no interest in what I am saying.
+They will never have any anxiety in what any minister of the Gospel
+says about their souls. Their time seems to have passed. I know a man,
+seventy-five years of age, who, in early life, became almost a
+Christian, but grieved away the spirit of God, and he has never
+thought earnestly since, and he can not be roused. I do not believe he
+will be roused until eternity flashes on his astonished vision.
+
+It does seem as if sometimes, in quite early life, the Holy Spirit
+moves upon a heart, and being grieved away and rejected, never comes
+back. You say that is all imaginary? A letter, the address of which I
+will not give, dated last Monday morning, came to me on Tuesday,
+saying this: "Your sermon last night (that is, last Sabbath night)
+did not fit my case, although I believe it did all others in the
+Academy; but your sermon of a week ago did fit my case, for I am 'past
+feeling.' I am not ashamed to be a Christian. I would as soon be known
+to be a Christian as anything else. Indeed, I wish I was, but I have
+not the least power to become one. Don't you know that with some
+persons there is a tide in their spiritual natures which, if taken at
+the flood, leads on to salvation? Such a tide I felt two years ago. I
+want you to pray for me, not that I may be led to Christ--for that
+prayer would not be answered--but that I may be kept from the
+temptation to suicide!"
+
+What I had to say to the author of that I said in a private letter;
+but what I have to say to this audience is: Beware lest you grieve the
+Holy Ghost, and He be gone, and never return. Next Wednesday, at two
+or three o'clock, a Cunard steamer will put out from Jersey City wharf
+for Liverpool. After it has gone one hour, and the vessel is down by
+the Narrows, or beyond, go out on the Jersey City wharf, and wave your
+hand, and shout, and ask that steamer to come back to the wharf. Will
+it? Yes, sooner than the Holy Ghost will come back when once He has
+taken his final flight from thy soul. With that Holy Spirit some of
+you have been in treaty, my dear friends.
+
+The Holy Spirit said: "Come, come to Christ." You said: "No, I won't."
+The Spirit said, more importunately: "Come to Christ." You said:
+"Well, I will after awhile, when I get my business fixed up; when my
+friends consent to my coming; when they won't laugh at me--then I'll
+come." But the Holy Spirit more emphatically said: "Come now." You
+said: "No, I can't. I can't come now." And that Holy Spirit stands in
+your heart to-night, with His hand on the door of your soul, ready to
+come out. Will you let Him depart? If so, then, with a pen of light,
+dipped in ink of eternal blackness, the sentence may be now writing:
+"Ephraim is joined to his idols. Let him alone! Let him alone!" When
+that fatal record is made, you might as well brace yourselves up
+against the sorrows of the last day, against the anguish of an
+unforgiven death-bed, against the flame and the overthrow of an undone
+eternity; for though you might live thirty years after that in the
+world, your fate would be as certain as though you had already entered
+the gates of darkness. That is the dead line. Look out how you cross
+it!
+
+ "'There is a line by us unseen,
+ That crosses every path;
+ The hidden boundary between
+ God's patience and His wrath.'"
+
+And some of you, to-night, have come up to that line. Ay, you have
+lifted your foot, and when you put it down, it will be on the other
+side! Look out how you cross it! Oh, grieve not the Spirit of God,
+lest He never come back!
+
+III. This fatal stroke spoken of in the text may be our exit from this
+world. I hear aged people sometimes saying: "I can't live much
+longer." But do you know the fact that there are a hundred young
+people and middle-aged people who go out of this life to one aged
+person, for the simple reason that there are not many aged people to
+leave life? The aged seem to stand around like stalks--separate stalks
+of wheat at the corner of the field; but when death goes a-mowing, he
+likes to go down amid the thick of the harvest. What is more to the
+point: a man's going out of this world is never in the way he
+expects--it is never at the time he expects. The moment of leaving
+this world is always a surprise. If you expect to go in the winter, it
+may be in the summer; if in the summer, it may be in the winter; if in
+the night, it maybe in the day-time; if you think to go in the
+day-time, it may be in the night. Suddenly the event will rush upon
+you, and you will be gone. Where? If a Christian--into joy. If not a
+Christian--into suffering.
+
+The Gospel call stops outside of the door of the sepulcher. The
+sleeper within can not hear it. If that call should be sounded out
+with clarion voice louder than ever rang through the air, that sleeper
+could not hear it. I suppose every hour of the day, and now, while I
+am speaking, there are souls rushing into eternity unprepared. They
+slide from the pillow, or they slip from the pavement, and in an
+eye-twinkling they are gone. Elegant and eloquent funeral oration will
+not do them any good. Epitaph, cut on polished Scotch granite, will
+not do them any good. Wailing of beloved kindred can not call them
+back.
+
+But, says some one: "I'll keep out of peril; I will not go on the sea,
+I will not go into battle--I'll keep out of all danger." That is no
+defense. Thousands of people, last night, on their couches, with the
+front door locked, and no armed assassin anywhere around, surrounded
+by all defended circumstances, slipped out of this life into the
+next. If time had been on one side of the shuttle and eternity on the
+other side of the shuttle, they could not have shot quicker across it.
+A man was saying: "My father was lost at sea, and my grandfather, and
+my great-grandfather. Wasn't it strange?" A man, talking to him, said:
+"You ought never to venture on the sea, lest you, yourself, be lost at
+sea." The man turned to the other, and said: "Where did your father
+die?" He replied: "In his bed." "Where did your grandfather die?" "In
+his bed." "Where did your great-grandfather die?" "In his bed."
+"Then," he said, "be careful, lest some night, while you are asleep on
+your couch, your time may come!"
+
+Death alone is sure. Suddenly, you and I will go out of life. I am not
+saying anything to your soul that I am not going to say to my own
+soul. We have got to go suddenly out of this life. If I am prepared
+for that change, I do not care where my body is taken from--at what
+point I am taken out of this life. If I am ready, all is well. If I am
+not ready, though I might be at home, and though my loved ones might
+be standing around me, and though there might be the best surgical and
+medical ability in the room, I tell you, if I were not prepared, I
+would be frightened more than tongue can tell. It may seem like
+cowardice, but I am not ashamed to say that I should have the most
+indescribable horror about going out of this world if I thought I was
+unprepared for the next--if I had no Christ in my soul; for it would
+be a plunge compared with which a leap from the top of Mont Blanc
+would be nothing.
+
+But this brings me to the most tremendous thought of my text. The text
+supposes that a man goes into ruin, and that an effort is made
+afterward for his rescue, and then says the thing can not be done. Is
+that so? After death seizes upon that soul, is there no resurrection?
+If a man topples off the edge of life, is there nothing to break his
+fall? If an impenitent man goes overboard, are there no
+grappling-hooks to hoist him into safety? The text says distinctly:
+"Then a great ransom can not deliver thee."
+
+I know there are people who call themselves "Restorationists," and
+they say a sinful man may go down into the world of the lost; he stays
+there until he gets reformed, and then comes up into the world of
+light and blessedness. It seems to me to be a most unreasonable
+doctrine--as though the world of darkness were a place where a man
+could get reformed. Is there anything in the society of the lost
+world--the abandoned and the wretched of God's universe--to elevate a
+man's character and lift him at last to heaven? Can we go into
+companionship of the Neroes and the Herods, and the Jim Fisks, and
+spend a certain number of years in that lost world, and then by that
+society be purified and lifted up? Is that the kind of society that
+reforms a man and prepares him for heaven? Would you go to Shreveport
+or Memphis, with the yellow fever there, to get your physical health
+restored? Can it be that a man may go down into the diseased world--a
+world overwhelmed by an epidemic of transgressions--and by that
+process, and in that atmosphere, be lifted up to health and glory?
+Your common sense says: "No! no!" In such society as that, instead of
+being restored, you would go down worse and worse, plunging every hour
+into deeper depths of suffering and darkness. What your common sense
+says the Bible reaffirms, when it says: "These shall go away into
+three months of punishment." I have quoted it wrong. "These shall go
+away into ten years of punishment." I have quoted it wrong. "These
+shall go into a thousand years of punishment." I have quoted it wrong.
+"These shall go into _everlasting_ punishment." And now I have quoted
+it right; or, if you prefer, in the words of my text: "Then a great
+ransom can not deliver thee."
+
+Now just suppose that a spirit should come down from heaven and knock
+at the gates of woe and say: "Let that man out! Let me come in and
+suffer in his stead. I will be the sacrifice. Let him come out." The
+grim jailer would reply: "No, you don't know what a place this is, or
+you would not ask to come in; besides that, this man had full warning
+and full opportunity of escape. He did not take the warning, and now a
+great ransom shall not deliver him."
+
+Sometimes men are sentenced to imprisonment for life. There comes
+another judge on the bench, there comes another governor in the chair,
+and in three or four years you find the man who was sentenced for life
+in the street. You say: "I thought you were sentenced for life." "Oh!"
+he says, "politics are changed, and I am now a free man." But it will
+not be so for a soul at the last. There will be no new judge or new
+governor. If at the end of a century a soul might come out, it would
+not be so bad. If at the end of a thousand years it might come out,
+it would not be so bad. If there were any time in all the future, in
+quadrillions and quadrillions of years, that the soul might come out,
+it would not be so bad; but if the Bible be true, it is a state of
+unending duration.
+
+Far on in the ages one lost soul shall cry out to another lost soul:
+"How long have you been here?" and the soul will reply: "The years of
+my ruin are countless. I estimated the time for thousands of years;
+but what is the use of estimating when all these rolling cycles bring
+us no nearer the terminus." Ages! Ages! Ages! Eternity! Eternity!
+Eternity! The wrath to come! The wrath to come! The wrath to come! No
+medicine to cure that marasmus of the soul. No hammer to strike off
+the handcuff of that incarceration. No burglar's key to pick the locks
+which the Lord hath fastened. Sir Francis Newport, in his last moment,
+caught just one glimpse of that world. He had lived a sinful life.
+Before he went into the eternal world he looked into it. The last
+words he ever uttered were, as he gathered himself up on his elbows in
+the bed: "Oh, the insufferable pangs of hell!" The lost soul will cry
+out: "I can not stand this! I can not stand this! Is there no way
+out?" and the echo will answer: "No way out." And the soul will cry:
+"Is this forever?" and the echo will answer: "Forever!"
+
+Is it all true? "These shall go away into everlasting punishment,
+while the righteous go into life eternal." Are there two destinies?
+and must all this audience share one or the other? Shall I give an
+account for what I have told you to-night? Have I held back any truth,
+though it were plain, though it were unpalatable? Must I meet you
+there, oh, you dying but immortal auditory? I wish that my text, with
+all its uplifted hands of warning, could come upon your souls: "Beware
+lest He take thee away with His stroke: then a great ransom can not
+deliver thee."
+
+Glory be to God, there is a ransom that can now deliver you, braver
+than Grace Darling putting out in a life-boat from Eddystone
+Light-house for the rescue of the crew of the Forfarshire
+steamer--Christ the Lord launched from heaven, amid the shouting of
+the angels. Thirty-three years afterward, Christ the Lord launched
+from earth to heaven, amid human and infernal execration; yet staying
+here long enough to save all who will believe in Him. Do you hear
+that? To save all who will believe in Him. Oh, that pierced side! Oh,
+that bleeding brow! Oh, that crushed foot! Oh, that broken heart! That
+is your hope, sinner. That is your ransom from sin, and death, and
+hell.
+
+Why have I told you all these things to-night, plainly and frankly? It
+is because I know there is redemption for you, and I would have you
+now come and get it. Oh, men and women long prayed for, and striven
+with, and coaxed of the mercy of God--have you concentrated all your
+physical, mental, and spiritual energies in one awful determination to
+be lost? Is there nothing in the value of your soul, in the
+graciousness of Christ, in the thunders of the last day, in the
+blazing glories of heaven, and the surging wrath of an undone eternity
+to start you out of your indifference, and make you pray? Oh, must God
+come upon you in some other way? Must He take another darling child
+from your household? Must He take another installment from your
+worldly estate? Must life come upon you with sorrow after sorrow, and
+smite you down with sickness before you will be moved, and before you
+will feel?
+
+Oh, weep now, while Jesus will count the tears! Sigh, now in
+repentance, while Jesus will hear the grief. Now clutch the cross of
+the Son of God before it be swept away. Beware, lest the Holy Spirit
+leave thy heart. Beware, lest this night thy soul be required of thee.
+"Beware, lest he take thee away with His stroke: then a great ransom
+can not deliver thee." Oh, Lord God of Israel, see these impenitent
+souls on the verge of death ready to topple over! See them! Is there
+no help? Is this plea all in vain? I can not believe it, blessed God.
+Oh, thou mighty One, whose garments are red with the wine-press of
+Thine own sufferings, in the greatness of Thy strength ride through
+this audience, and may all this people fall into line, the willing
+captives of Thy grace. Men and women immortal! I lay hold of you
+to-night with both hands of entreaty and of prayer, and I beg of you,
+prepare for death, judgment, and eternity.
+
+
+
+
+THE THREE GROUPS.
+
+ "And they sat down in ranks by hundreds and by fifties."--MARK
+ vi: 40.
+
+
+The sun was far down in the west, night was coming on, and there were
+five thousand people tired, hungry, shelterless. You know how
+Washington felt at Valley Forge, when his army was starving and
+freezing. You may imagine how any great-hearted general would feel
+while his troops were suffering. Imagine, then, how Christ, with His
+great heart, must have felt as He saw these five thousand
+hunger-bitten people. Yes, I suppose there were ten thousand there,
+for the Bible says there were five thousand men, besides women and
+children. The case is put in that way, not because the women and
+children were of less importance than the men, but because they would
+eat less; and the whole force of the miracle turns on the amount of
+food required.
+
+How shall this great multitude be supplied? I see a selfish man in
+that crowd pulling a luncheon out of his own pocket, and saying: "Let
+the people starve. They had no business to come out here in the desert
+without any provisions. They are improvident, and the improvident
+ought to suffer." There is another man, not quite so heartless, who
+says: "Go up into the village and buy bread." What a foolish
+proposition! There is not enough food in all the village for this
+crowd; besides that, who has the money to pay for it? Xerxes' army,
+one million strong, was fed by a private individual of great wealth
+for only one day, but it broke him. Who, then, shall feed this
+multitude?
+
+I see a man rising in that great crowd and asking: "Is there any one
+here who has bread or meat?" A kind of moan goes through the whole
+throng. "No bread--no meat." But just at that time a lad steps up. You
+know when a great crowd goes off upon an excursion, there are always
+men and boys to go along for the purpose of merchandise and to strike
+a bargain: and so, I suppose, this boy had gone along for the purpose
+of merchandise; but he was nearly all sold out, having only five
+loaves and two fishes left. He is a generous boy, and he turns them
+over to Christ.
+
+But these loaves would not feed twenty people, how much less ten
+thousand! Though the action was so generous on the part of the boy, so
+far as satisfying the multitude, it was a dead failure. Then Jesus
+comes to the rescue. He is apt to come when there is a dead lift. He
+commands the people that they sit down "in ranks, by hundreds and by
+fifties," as much as to say: "Order! order! so that none be missed."
+It was fortunate that that arrangement was made; otherwise, at the
+very first appearance of bread, the strong ones would have clutched
+it, while the feeble and the modest would have gone unsupplied.
+
+I suppose it was no easy work to get that crowd seated, for they all
+wanted to be in the front row, lest the bread give out before their
+turn come. No sooner are they seated than there comes a great hush
+over all the people. Jesus stands there, His light complexion and
+auburn locks illumined by the setting sun. Every eye is on Him. They
+wonder what He will do next. He takes one of the loaves that the boy
+furnished and breaks off it a piece, which immediately grows to as
+large a size as the original loaf, the original loaf staying as large
+as it was before the piece was broken off. And they leaned forward
+with intense scrutiny, saying: "Look! look!" When some one, anxious to
+see more minutely what is going on, rises in front, they cry: "Sit
+down in front! Let us look for ourselves."
+
+And then, when the bread is passed around, they taste of it
+skeptically and inquiringly, as much as to say: "Is it bread? Really,
+is it bread?" Yes, the best bread that was ever made, for Christ made
+it. Bread for the first fifty and second fifty. Bread for the first
+hundred and the second hundred. Bread for the first thousand and the
+second thousand. Pass it all around the circle: there, where that aged
+man sits leaning on his staff, and where that woman sits with the
+child in her arms. Pass it all around. Are you all fed? "Ay! ay!"
+respond the ten thousand voices; "all fed." One basket would have held
+the loaves before the miracle; it takes twelve baskets now. Sound it
+through all the ages of earth and heaven, that Christ the Lord comes
+to our suffering race with the bread of this life in one hand, and the
+bread of eternal life in the other hand.
+
+You have all immediately run out the analogy between that scene and
+this. There were thousands there; there are thousands here. They were
+in the desert; many of you are in the desert of trouble and sin. No
+human power could feed them; no human power can feed you. Christ
+appeared to them; Christ appears to you. Bread enough for all in the
+desert; bread enough for all who are here. And, as on that occasion,
+so in this: we have the people "sit down in ranks by hundreds and by
+fifties;" for the fact that many of you stand is no fault of ours, for
+we have tried to give you seats. As Christ divided that company into
+groups, so I divide this audience into three groups: the pardoned, the
+seeking, the careless.
+
+I. And, first, I speak to the pardoned.
+
+It is with some of you half past five in the morning, and some faint
+streaks of light. With others it is seven o'clock, and thus full dawn.
+With others it is twelve o'clock at noon, and you sit in full blaze of
+Gospel pardon. I bring you congratulation. Joseph delivered from
+Potiphar's dungeon; Daniel lifted from the lion's den; Saul arrested
+and unhorsed on the road to Damascus. Oh, you delivered captives, how
+your eyes should gleam, and your souls should bound, and your lips
+should sing in this pardon! From what land did you come? A land of
+darkness. What is to be your destiny? A land of light. Who got you
+out? Christ, the Lord. Can you sit so placidly and unmoved while all
+heaven comes to your soul with congratulation, and harps are strung,
+and crowns are lifted, and a great joy swings round the heavens at the
+news of your disinthrallment? If you could realize out of what a pit
+you have been dug, to what height you are to be raised, and to what
+glory you are destined, you would spring to your feet with "Hosanna!"
+
+In 1808 there was a meeting of the emperors of France and Russia at
+Erfurt. There were distinguished men there also from other lands. It
+was so arranged that when any of the emperors arrived at the door of
+the reception-room, the drum should beat three times; but when a
+lesser dignitary should come, then the drum would sound but twice.
+After awhile the people in the audience-chamber heard two taps of the
+drum. They said: "A prince is coming." But after awhile there were
+three taps, and they cried: "The emperor!" Oh, there is a more
+glorious arrival at your soul to-night! The drum beats twice at the
+coming in of the lesser joys and congratulations of your soul; but it
+beats once, twice, thrice at the coming in of a glorious King--Jesus
+the Saviour, Jesus the God! I congratulate you. All are yours--things
+present and things to come.
+
+II. I come now to speak of the second division--those who are seeking;
+some of you with more earnestness, some of you with less earnestness.
+But I believe that to-night, if I should ask all those who wish to
+find the way to heaven to rise, and the world did not scoff at you,
+and your own proud heart did not keep you down, there would be a
+thousand souls who would cry out as they rose up: "Show me the way to
+heaven!" That young man who smiled to the one next to him, as though
+he cared for none of these things, would be on his knees crying for
+mercy. Why this anxious look? Why this deep disquietude in the soul?
+Why, at the beginning of this service, did you do what you have not
+done for years--bow your head in prayer? You are seeking.
+
+"I am a gambler," says one man. There is mercy for you. "I am a
+libertine," says another. There is mercy for you. "I have plunged into
+every abomination." Mercy for you. The door of grace does not stand
+ajar to-night, nor half swung around on the hinges. It is wide, wide
+open; and there is nothing in the Bible, or in Christ, or God, or
+earth, or heaven, or hell, to keep you out of the door of safety, if
+you want to go in. Christ has borne your burdens, fought your battles,
+suffered for your sins. The debt is paid, and the receipt is handed to
+you, written in the blood of the Son of God--will you have it? Oh,
+decide the matter now! Decide it here! Fling your exhausted soul down
+at the feet of an all-compassionate, all-sympathizing, all-pitying,
+all-pardoning Jesus. The laceration on His brow, the gash in His side,
+the torn muscles and nerves of His feet beg you to come.
+
+But remember that one inch outside the door of pardon, and you are in
+as much peril as though you were a thousand miles away. Many a
+shipwrecked sailor has got almost to the beach, but did not get on it.
+There are thousands in the world of the lost who came very near being
+saved--perhaps as near as you are to-night--but were not saved.
+
+On the eastern coast of England, a few weeks ago, in a
+fishing-village, there was a good deal of excitement. While people
+were in church, the sailors and fishermen hearing the Gospel on the
+Sabbath, there was a cry: "To the beach!" and the minister closed the
+Bible, and with his congregation went out to help, and they saw in the
+offing a ship in trouble; but there was some disorder amid the
+fishing-smacks, and amid all the boats, and it was almost impossible
+to get anything launched. But after awhile they did, and they pulled
+away for the wreck, and came almost up, when suddenly the distressed
+bark in the offing capsized, and they all went down. Oh, if the
+lifeboats had only been ten minutes quicker! And how many a life-boat
+has been launched from the Gospel shore! It has come almost up to the
+drowning, and yet, after all, they were not rescued. Somehow they did
+not get into it!
+
+I suppose there are people who have asked for our prayers, and I
+suppose there were some in the side room, last Sabbath night, talking
+about their souls, who will miss heaven. They do not take the last
+step, and all the other steps go for nothing until you have taken the
+last step, for I have here, in the presence of God and this people, to
+announce the solemn truth, that to be almost saved is to be lost
+forever. That is all I have to say to the second division.
+
+III. I come now to speak to the careless. You look indifferent, and I
+suppose you are indifferent. You say: "I came in here because a friend
+invited me to see what is going on, but with no serious intentions
+about my soul. I have so much work, and so much pleasure on hand,
+don't bother me about religion." And yet you are gentlemanly, and you
+are lady-like, in your behavior, and, therefore, I know that you will
+listen respectfully if I talk courteously. Christian people are
+sometimes afraid to talk to men and women of the world lest they be
+insulted. If they talk courteously to people of the world, they will
+listen courteously. So now I try to come in that way, and in that
+spirit, and talk to those of you who tell me that you are careless
+about your soul.
+
+Then you have a soul, have you? Yes, precious, with infinite capacity
+for joy or suffering, winged for flight somewhere. Beckoned upward,
+beckoned downward. Fought after by angels and by fiends. Immortal!
+
+ "The sun is but a spark of fire,
+ A transient meteor in the sky:
+ The soul, immortal as its Sire,
+ Can never die."
+
+Your body will soon be taken down, the castle will be destroyed, the
+tower will be in the dust, the windows will be broken out, and the
+place where your body sleeps will be forgotten; but your soul, after
+that, will be living, acting, feeling, thinking--where? where? Oh,
+there must be something of incomputable worth in that for which heaven
+gave up its best inhabitant, and Christ went into martyrdom, and at
+the coming of which angels chant an eternal litany and devils rush to
+the gate. When everything above you, and beneath you, and around you,
+is intent upon that soul, you can not afford to be careless,
+especially when I think, this moment while I speak, there are
+thousands of souls in heaven rejoicing that they attended to this
+matter in time, while at this very instant there are souls in the lost
+world mourning that they did not attend to it in time. Hark to the
+howling of the damned!
+
+Oh, if this room could be vacated of this audience, and you were all
+gone, and the wan spirits of the lost could come up and occupy this
+place, and I could stand before them with offers of pardon through
+Jesus Christ, and then ask them if they would accept it, there would
+come up an instantaneous, multitudinous, overwhelming cry: "Yes! yes!
+yes! yes!" No such fortune for them. They had their day of grace, and
+sacrificed it. You have yours; will you sacrifice it? I wish that I
+could have you see these things as you will one day see them.
+
+Suppose, on your way home, a runaway horse should dash across the
+street, or between the dock and the boat you should accidentally slip,
+where would you be at twelve o'clock to-night or seven o'clock
+to-morrow morning? Or for all eternity where would you be? I do not
+answer the question. I just leave it to you to answer.
+
+But suppose you escape fatal accident. Suppose you go out by the
+ordinary process of sickness. I will just suppose now that your last
+hour has come. The doctor says, as he goes out of the room: "Can't get
+well." There is something in the faces of those who stand around you
+that prophesies that you can not get well. You say within yourself: "I
+can't get well." Where are your comrades now? Oh, they are off to the
+gay party that very night! They dance as well as they ever did. They
+drink as much wine. They laugh as loud as though you were not dying.
+They destroyed your soul, but do not come to help you die.
+
+Well, there are father and mother in the room. They are very quiet,
+but occasionally they go out into the next room and weep bitterly. The
+bed is very much disheveled. They have not been able to make it up
+for two or three days. There are four or five pillows lying around,
+because they have been trying to make you as easy as they could. On
+the one side of your bed are all the past years of your life--the
+Bibles, the sermons, the communion-tables, the offers of mercy. You
+say: "Take them away." Your mother thinks you are delirious. She says:
+"There is nothing there, my dear, nothing there." There is something
+there! It is your wasted opportunities. It is your procrastinations.
+It is those years you gave to the world that you ought to have given
+to Christ. They are there; and some of them put their fingers on your
+aching temples, and some of them feel for the strings of your heart,
+and some put more thorns in your tumbled pillow, and you say: "Turn me
+over." And they turn you over, but, alas! there is a more appalling
+vision. You say: "Take that away!" They say: "There is nothing there,
+nothing there." There is--an open grave there! the judgment is there!
+a lost eternity is there! Take it away! They can not take it away.
+
+You say: "How dark it is getting in the room!" Why, the burners are
+all lighted. Your family come up one by one, and tenderly kiss you
+good-bye. Your feet are cold, and the hands are cold, and the lips are
+cold, and they take a small mirror and they put it over your mouth to
+see if there is any breathing, and that mirror is taken away without a
+single blur upon it; and they whisper through the room: "She is gone."
+And then the door of the body opens and the soul flashes out. Make
+room for the destroyed spirit.
+
+Push back that door! Lost! Let it come into its eternal residence.
+Woe! woe! No cup of merriment now, but cup of the wrath of Almighty
+God. The last chance for heaven gone. The door of mercy shut. The doom
+sealed. The blackness of darkness forever!
+
+Voltaire is there. Herod is there. Robespierre is there. The
+debauchees are there. The murderers are there. All the rejectors of
+Jesus Christ are there. And you will be there unless you repent. You
+can not say, my dear brother, that you were not warned. This sermon
+would be a witness against you. You can not say that God's Holy Spirit
+never strove with your heart. He is striving now. You can not say that
+you had no chance for heaven, for the Omnipotent Son of God offers you
+His rescue. You can not say: "I had no warning about that world; I
+didn't know there was any such place," for the Bible distinctly rings
+in your ears to-day, saying: "At the end of the world the angels shall
+separate the wicked from among the just, and shall cast them into a
+furnace of fire." And again that book says: "The wicked shall be
+turned into hell, and all the nations that forget God." And again it
+says: "The smoke of their torment ascendeth for ever and ever."
+
+You can not say that you did not hear about heaven, the other
+alternative, for you hear of it now: "The Lamb which is in the midst
+of the throne shall lead them to living fountains of water, and God
+shall wipe away all tears from their eyes." No sorrow, no suffering,
+no death. Oh, will you be careless any longer, when I tell you that
+Christ, the Conqueror of earth and hell, offers you now escape from
+all peril, and offers to introduce you this very hour into the peace
+and pardon of the Gospel, preparing you for that good land? The sides
+of Calvary run blood for you. Jesus, who had not where to lay His
+head, offers you His heart as a pillow of rest. Christ offers with His
+own body to bridge over the chasm of death, saying: "Walk over Me; I
+am the way."
+
+O suffering Jesus! the thief scoffed at Thee, and the malefactor spat
+on Thee, and the soldiers stabbed Thee; but these who sit before Thee
+to-day have no heart to do that. O Jesus! tell them of Thy love, tell
+them of Thy sympathy, tell them of the rewards Thou wilt give them in
+the better land. Groan again, O blessed Jesus! groan again, and
+perhaps when the rocks fall, their hard hearts may break.
+
+ "Nothing brought Him from above,
+ Nothing but redeeming love."
+
+The promise is all free, the path all clear. Come, Mary, and sit
+to-night at the feet of Jesus. Come, Bartimeus, and have your eyes
+opened. Come, O prodigal! and sit at thy father's table. Come, O you
+suffering, sinning, dying the soul! and find rest on the heart of
+Jesus. The Spirit and Bride say "Come," and Churches militant and
+triumphant say "Come," and all the voices of the past, mingling with
+all the voices of the future, in one great thunder of emphasis, bid
+you "Come now!" Are not those of you who are in the third class ready
+to pass over into the second division, and become seekers after
+Christ? Ay, are you not ready to pass over into the first division,
+and become the pardoned sons and daughters of the Lord Almighty? I
+can do no more than offer you, through Jesus Christ, peace on earth
+and everlasting residence in His presence.
+
+ "When God makes up His last account
+ Of natives in His holy mount,
+ 'Twill be an honor to appear
+ As one new-born and nourished there."
+
+Good-night! The Lord bless you! Go to your homes seeking after Christ.
+Sleep not until you have made your peace with God. Good-night--a deep,
+hearty, loving, Christian good-night!
+
+
+
+
+THE INSIGNIFICANT.
+
+ "And she went, and came, and gleaned in the field after the
+ reapers: and her hap was to light on a part of the field
+ belonging unto Boaz, who was of the kindred of
+ Elimelech."--RUTH ii: 3.
+
+
+The time that Ruth and Naomi arrive at Bethlehem is harvest-time. It
+was the custom when a sheaf fell from a load in the harvest-field for
+the reapers to refuse to gather it up: that was to be left for the
+poor who might happen to come along that way. If there were handfuls
+of grain scattered across the field after the main harvest had been
+reaped, instead of raking it, as farmers do now, it was, by the custom
+of the land, left in its place, so that the poor, coming along that
+way, might glean it and get their bread. But, you say, "What is the
+use of all these harvest-fields to Ruth and Naomi? Naomi is too old
+and feeble to go out and toil in the sun; and can you expect that
+Ruth, the young and the beautiful, should tan her cheeks and blister
+her hands in the harvest-field?"
+
+Boaz owns a large farm, and he goes out to see the reapers gather in
+the grain. Coming there, right behind the swarthy, sun-browned
+reapers, he beholds a beautiful woman gleaning--a woman more fit to
+bend to a harp or sit upon a throne than to stoop among the sheaves.
+Ah, that was an eventful day!
+
+It was love at first sight. Boaz forms an attachment for the womanly
+gleaner--an attachment full of undying interest to the Church of God
+in all ages; while Ruth, with an ephah, or nearly a bushel of barley,
+goes home to Naomi to tell her the successes and adventures of the
+day. That Ruth, who left her native land of Moab in darkness, and
+traveled through an undying affection for her mother-in-law, is in the
+harvest-field of Boaz, is affianced to one of the best families in
+Judah, and becomes in after-time the ancestress of Jesus Christ, the
+Lord of glory! Out of so dark a night did there ever dawn so bright a
+morning?
+
+I. I learn, in the first place, from this subject how trouble develops
+character. It was bereavement, poverty, and exile that developed,
+illustrated, and announced to all ages the sublimity of Ruth's
+character. That is a very unfortunate man who has no trouble. It was
+sorrow that made John Bunyan the better dreamer, and Doctor Young the
+better poet, and O'Connell the better orator, and Bishop Hall the
+better preacher, and Havelock the better soldier, and Kitto the better
+encyclopædist, and Ruth the better daughter-in-law.
+
+I once asked an aged man in regard to his pastor, who was a very
+brilliant man, "Why is it that your pastor, so very brilliant, seems
+to have so little heart and tenderness in his sermons?" "Well," he
+replied, "the reason is, our pastor has never had any trouble. When
+misfortune comes upon him, his style will be different." After awhile
+the Lord took a child out of that pastor's house; and though the
+preacher was just as brilliant as he was before, oh, the warmth, the
+tenderness of his discourses! The fact is, that trouble is a great
+educator. You see sometimes a musician sit down at an instrument, and
+his execution is cold and formal and unfeeling. The reason is that all
+his life he has been prospered. But let misfortune or bereavement come
+to that man, and he sits down at the instrument, and you discover the
+pathos in the first sweep of the keys.
+
+Misfortune and trials are great educators. A young doctor comes into a
+sick-room where there is a dying child. Perhaps he is very rough in
+his prescription, and very rough in his manner, and rough in the
+feeling of the pulse, and rough in his answer to the mother's anxious
+question; but years roll on, and there has been one dead in his own
+house; and now he comes into the sick-room, and with tearful eye he
+looks at the dying child, and he says, "Oh, how this reminds me of my
+Charlie!" Trouble, the great educator. Sorrow--I see its touch in the
+grandest painting; I hear its tremor in the sweetest song; I feel its
+power in the mightiest argument.
+
+Grecian mythology said that the fountain of Hippocrene was struck out
+by the foot of the winged horse Pegasus. I have often noticed in life
+that the brightest and most beautiful fountains of Christian comfort
+and spiritual life have been struck out by the iron-shod hoof of
+disaster and calamity. I see Daniel's courage best by the flash of
+Nebuchadnezzar's furnace. I see Paul's prowess best when I find him on
+the foundering ship under the glare of the lightning in the breakers
+of Melita. God crowns His children amid the howling of wild beasts and
+the chopping of blood-splashed guillotine and the crackling fires of
+martyrdom. It took the persecutions of Marcus Aurelius to develop
+Polycarp and Justin Martyr. It took the pope's bull and the cardinal's
+curse and the world's anathema to develop Martin Luther. It took all
+the hostilities against the Scotch Covenanters and the fury of Lord
+Claverhouse to develop James Renwick, and Andrew Melville, and Hugh
+McKail, the glorious martyrs of Scotch history. It took the stormy
+sea, and the December blast, and the desolate New England coast, and
+the war-whoop of savages, to show forth the prowess of the Pilgrim
+Fathers--
+
+ "When amid the storms they sung,
+ And the stars heard, and the sea,
+ And the sounding aisles of the dim wood
+ Rang to the anthems of the free."
+
+It took all our past national distresses, and it takes all our present
+national sorrows, to lift up our nation on that high career where it
+will march along after the foreign aristocracies that have mocked and
+the tyrannies that have jeered, shall be swept down under the
+omnipotent wrath of God, who hates despotism, and who, by the strength
+of His own red right arm, will make all men free. And so it is
+individually, and in the family, and in the Church, and in the world,
+that through darkness and storm and trouble men, women, churches,
+nations, are developed.
+
+II. Again, I see in my text the beauty of unfaltering friendship. I
+suppose there were plenty of friends for Naomi while she was in
+prosperity; but of all her acquaintances, how many were willing to
+trudge off with her toward Judah, when she had to make that lonely
+journey? One--the heroine of my text. One--absolutely one. I suppose
+when Naomi's husband was living, and they had plenty of money, and all
+things went well, they had a great many callers; but I suppose that
+after her husband died, and her property went, and she got old and
+poor, she was not troubled very much with callers. All the birds that
+sung in the bower while the sun shone have gone to their nests, now
+the night has fallen.
+
+Oh, these beautiful sun-flowers that spread out their color in the
+morning hour! but they are always asleep when the sun is going down!
+Job had plenty of friends when he was the richest man in Uz; but when
+his property went and the trials came, then there were none so much
+that pestered as Eliphaz the Temanite, and Bildad the Shuhite, and
+Zophar the Naamathite.
+
+Life often seems to be a mere game, where the successful player pulls
+down all the other men into his own lap. Let suspicions arise about a
+man's character, and he becomes like a bank in a panic, and all the
+imputations rush on him and break down in a day that character which
+in due time would have had strength to defend itself. There are
+reputations that have been half a century in building, which go down
+under some moral exposure, as a vast temple is consumed by the touch
+of a sulphurous match. A hog can uproot a century plant.
+
+In this world, so full of heartlessness and hypocrisy, how thrilling
+it is to find some friend as faithful in days of adversity as in days
+of prosperity! David had such a friend in Hushai; the Jews had such a
+friend in Mordecai, who never forgot their cause; Paul had such a
+friend in Onesiphorus, who visited him in jail; Christ had such in
+the Marys, who adhered to Him on the cross; Naomi had such a one in
+Ruth, who cried out: "Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from
+following after thee; for whither thou goest, I will go; and where
+thou lodgest, I will lodge; thy people shall be my people, and thy God
+my God; where thou diest will I die, and there will I be buried: the
+Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me."
+
+III. Again, I learn from this subject that paths which open in
+hardship and darkness often come out in places of joy. When Ruth
+started from Moab toward Jerusalem, to go along with her
+mother-in-law, I suppose the people said: "Oh, what a foolish creature
+to go away from her father's house, to go off with a poor old woman
+toward the land of Judah! They won't live to get across the desert.
+They will be drowned in the sea, or the jackals of the wilderness will
+destroy them." It was a very dark morning when Ruth started off with
+Naomi; but behold her in my text in the harvest-field of Boaz, to be
+affianced to one of the lords of the land, and become one of the
+grandmothers of Jesus Christ, the Lord of glory. And so it often is
+that a path which often starts very darkly ends very brightly.
+
+When you started out for heaven, oh, how dark was the hour of
+conviction--how Sinai thundered, and devils tormented, and the
+darkness thickened! All the sins of your life pounced upon you, and it
+was the darkest hour you ever saw when you first found out your sins.
+After awhile you went into the harvest-field of God's mercy; you
+began to glean in the fields of divine promise, and you had more
+sheaves than you could carry, as the voice of God addressed you,
+saying: "Blessed is the man whose transgressions are forgiven, and
+whose sins are covered." A very dark starting in conviction, a very
+bright ending in the pardon and the hope and the triumph of the
+Gospel!
+
+So, very often in our worldly business or in our spiritual career, we
+start off on a very dark path. We must go. The flesh may shrink back,
+but there is a voice within, or a voice from above, saying, "You must
+go;" and we have to drink the gall, and we have to carry the cross,
+and we have to traverse the desert and we are pounded and flailed of
+misrepresentation and abuse, and we have to urge our way through ten
+thousand obstacles that have been slain by our own right arm. We have
+to ford the river, we have to climb the mountain, we have to storm the
+castle; but, blessed be God, the day of rest and reward will come. On
+the tip-top of the captured battlements we will shout the victory; if
+not in this world, then in that world where there is no gall to drink,
+no burdens to carry, no battles to fight. How do I know it? Know it! I
+know it because God says so: "They shall hunger no more, neither
+thirst any more, neither shall the sun light on them, nor any heat,
+for the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall lead them to
+living fountains of water, and God shall wipe all tears from their
+eyes."
+
+It was very hard for Noah to endure the scoffing of the people in his
+day, while he was trying to build the ark, and was every morning
+quizzed about his old boat that would never be of any practical use;
+but when the deluge came, and the tops of the mountains disappeared
+like the backs of sea-monsters, and the elements, lashed up in fury,
+clapped their hands over a drowned world, then Noah in the ark
+rejoiced in his own safety and in the safety of his family, and looked
+out on the wreck of a ruined earth.
+
+Christ, hounded of persecutors, denied a pillow, worse maltreated than
+the thieves on either side of the cross, human hate smacking its lips
+in satisfaction after it had been draining His last drop of blood, the
+sheeted dead bursting from the sepulchers at His crucifixion. Tell me,
+O Gethsemane and Golgotha! were there ever darker times than those?
+Like the booming of the midnight sea against the rock, the surges of
+Christ's anguish beat against the gates of eternity, to be echoed back
+by all the thrones of heaven and all the dungeons of hell. But the day
+of reward comes for Christ; all the pomp and dominion of this world
+are to be hung on His throne, uncrowned heads are to bow before Him on
+whose head are many crowns, and all the celestial worship is to come
+up at His feet, like the humming of the forest, like the rushing of
+the waters, like the thundering of the seas, while all heaven, rising
+on their thrones, beat time with their scepters: "Hallelujah, for the
+Lord God omnipotent reigneth! Hallelujah, the kingdoms of this world
+have become the kingdoms of our Lord Jesus Christ!"
+
+ "That song of love, now low and far,
+ Ere long shall swell from star to star;
+ That light, the breaking day which tips
+ The golden-spired Apocalypse."
+
+IV. Again, I learn from my subject that events which seem to be most
+insignificant may be momentous. Can you imagine anything more
+unimportant than the coming of a poor woman from Moab to Judah? Can
+you imagine anything more trivial than the fact that this Ruth just
+happened to alight--as they say--just happened to alight on that field
+of Boaz? Yet all ages, all generations, have an interest in the fact
+that she was to become an ancestor of the Lord Jesus Christ, and all
+nations and kingdoms must look at that one little incident with a
+thrill of unspeakable and eternal satisfaction. So it is in your
+history and in mine: events that you thought of no importance at all
+have been of very great moment. That casual conversation, that
+accidental meeting--you did not think of it again for a long while;
+but how it changed all the phase of your life!
+
+It seemed to be of no importance that Jubal invented rude instruments
+of music, calling them harp and organ; but they were the introduction
+of all the world's minstrelsy; and as you hear the vibration of a
+stringed instrument, even after the fingers have been taken away from
+it, so all music now of lute and drum and cornet is only the
+long-continued strains of Jubal's harp and Jubal's organ. It seemed to
+be a matter of very little importance that Tubal Cain learned the uses
+of copper and iron; but that rude foundry of ancient days has its echo
+in the rattle of Birmingham machinery, and the roar and bang of
+factories on the Merrimac.
+
+It seemed to be a matter of no importance that Luther found a Bible in
+a monastery; but as he opened that Bible, and the brass-bound lids
+fell back, they jarred everything, from the Vatican to the furthest
+convent in Germany, and the rustling of the wormed leaves was the
+sound of the wings of the angel of the Reformation. It seemed to be a
+matter of no importance that a woman, whose name has been forgotten,
+dropped a tract in the way of a very bad man by the name of Richard
+Baxter. He picked up the tract and read it, and it was the means of
+his salvation.
+
+In after-days that man wrote a book called "The Call to the
+Unconverted," that was the means of bringing a multitude to God, among
+others Philip Doddridge. Philip Doddridge wrote a book called "The
+Rise and Progress of Religion," which has brought thousands and tens
+of thousands into the kingdom of God, and among others the great
+Wilberforce. Wilberforce wrote a book called "A Practical View of
+Christianity," which was the means of bringing a great multitude to
+Christ, among others Legh Richmond. Legh Richmond wrote a tract called
+"The Dairyman's Daughter," which has been the means of the salvation
+of unconverted multitudes. And that tide of influence started from the
+fact that one Christian woman dropped a Christian tract in the way of
+Richard Baxter--the tide of influence rolling on through Richard
+Baxter, through Philip Doddridge, through the great Wilberforce,
+through Legh Richmond, on, on, on, forever, forever. So the
+insignificant events of this world seem, after all, to be most
+momentous. The fact that you came up that street or this street seemed
+to be of no importance to you, and the fact that you went inside of
+some church may seem to be a matter of very great insignificance to
+you, but you will find it the turning-point in your history.
+
+V. Again, I see in my subject an illustration of the beauty of female
+industry.
+
+Behold Ruth toiling in the harvest-field under the hot sun, or at noon
+taking plain bread with the reapers, or eating the parched corn which
+Boaz handed to her. The customs of society, of course, have changed,
+and without the hardships and exposure to which Ruth was subjected,
+every intelligent woman will find something to do.
+
+I know there is a sickly sentimentality on this subject. In some
+families there are persons of no practical service to the household or
+community; and though there are so many woes all around about them in
+the world, they spend their time languishing over a new pattern, or
+bursting into tears at midnight over the story of some lover who shot
+himself! They would not deign to look at Ruth carrying back the barley
+on her way home to her mother-in-law, Naomi. All this fastidiousness
+may seem to do very well while they are under the shelter of their
+father's house; but when the sharp winter of misfortune comes, what of
+these butterflies? Persons under indulgent parentage may get upon
+themselves habits of indolence; but when they come out into practical
+life their soul will recoil with disgust and chagrin. They will feel
+in their hearts what the poet so severely satirized when he said:
+
+ "Folks are so awkward, things so impolite,
+ They're elegantly pained from morning until night."
+
+Through that gate of indolence how many men and women have marched,
+useless on earth, to a destroyed eternity! Spinola said to Sir Horace
+Vere: "Of what did your brother die?" "Of having nothing to do," was
+the answer. "Ah!" said Spinola, "that's enough to kill any general of
+us." Oh! can it be possible in this world, where there is so much
+suffering to be alleviated, so much darkness to be enlightened, and so
+many burdens to be carried, that there is any person who cannot find
+anything to do?
+
+Madame de Staël did a world of work in her time; and one day, while
+she was seated amid instruments of music, all of which she had
+mastered, and amid manuscript books which she had written, some one
+said to her: "How do you find time to attend to all these things?"
+"Oh," she replied, "these are not the things I am proud of. My chief
+boast is in the fact that I have seventeen trades, by any one of which
+I could make a livelihood if necessary." And if in secular spheres
+there is so much to be done, in spiritual work how vast the field! How
+many dying all around about us without one word of comfort! We want
+more Abigails, more Hannahs, more Rebeccas, more Marys, more Deborahs
+consecrated--body, mind, soul--to the Lord who bought them.
+
+VI. Once more I learn from my subject the value of gleaning.
+
+Ruth going into that harvest-field might have said: "There is a straw,
+and there is a straw, but what is a straw? I can't get any barley for
+myself or my mother-in-law out of these separate straws." Not so said
+beautiful Ruth. She gathered two straws, and she put them together,
+and more straws, until she got enough to make a sheaf. Putting that
+down, she went and gathered more straws, until she had another sheaf,
+and another, and another, and another, and then she brought them all
+together, and she threshed them out, and she had an ephah of barley,
+nigh a bushel. Oh, that we might all be gleaners!
+
+Elihu Burritt learned many things while toiling in a blacksmith's
+shop. Abercrombie, the world-renowned philosopher, was a philosopher
+in Scotland, and he got his philosophy, or the chief part of it,
+while, as a physician, he was waiting for the door of the sick-room to
+open. Yet how many there are in this day who say they are so busy they
+have no time for mental or spiritual improvement; the great duties of
+life cross the field like strong reapers, and carry off all the hours,
+and there is only here and there a fragment left, that is not worth
+gleaning. Ah, my friends, you could go into the busiest day and
+busiest week of your life and find golden opportunities, which,
+gathered, might at last make a whole sheaf for the Lord's garner. It
+is the stray opportunities and the stray privileges which, taken up
+and bound together and beaten out, will at last fill you with much
+joy.
+
+There are a few moments left worth the gleaning. Now, Ruth, to the
+field! May each one have a measure full and running over! Oh, you
+gleaners, to the field! And if there be in your household an aged one
+or a sick relative that is not strong enough to come forth and toil in
+this field, then let Ruth take home to feeble Naomi this sheaf of
+gleaning: "He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed,
+shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with
+him." May the Lord God of Ruth and Naomi be our portion forever!
+
+
+
+
+THE THREE RINGS.
+
+ "Put a ring on his hand."--LUKE xv: 22.
+
+
+I will not rehearse the familiar story of the fast young man of the
+parable. You know what a splendid home he left. You know what a hard
+time he had. And you remember how after that season of vagabondage and
+prodigality he resolved to go and weep out his sorrows on the bosom of
+parental forgiveness. Well, there is great excitement one day in front
+of the door of the old farmhouse. The servants come rushing up and
+say: "What's the matter? What _is_ the matter?" But before they quite
+arrive, the old man cries out: "Put a ring on his hand." What a
+seeming absurdity! What can such a wretched mendicant as this fellow
+that is tramping on toward the house want with a ring? Oh, he is the
+prodigal son. No more tending of the swine-trough. No more longing for
+the pods of the carob-tree. No more blistered feet. Off with the rags!
+On with the robe! Out with the ring! Even so does God receive every
+one of us when we come back. There are gold rings, and pearl rings,
+and carnelian rings, and diamond rings; but the richest ring that ever
+flashed on the vision is that which our Father puts upon a forgiven
+soul.
+
+I know that the impression is abroad among some people that religion
+bemeans and belittles a man; that it takes all the sparkle out of his
+soul; that he has to exchange a roistering independence for an
+ecclesiastical strait-jacket. Not so. When a man becomes a Christian,
+he does not go down, he starts upward. Religion multiplies one by ten
+thousand. Nay, the multiplier is in infinity. It is not a blotting
+out--it is a polishing, it is an arborescence, it is an efflorescence,
+it is an irradiation. When a man comes into the kingdom of God he is
+not sent into a menial service, but the Lord God Almighty from the
+palaces of heaven calls upon the messenger angels that wait upon the
+throne to fly and "put a ring on his hand." In Christ are the largest
+liberty, and brightest joy, and highest honor, and richest adornment.
+"Put a ring on his hand."
+
+I remark, in the first place, that when Christ receives a soul into
+His love, He puts upon him the ring of adoption. Eight or ten years
+ago, in my church in Philadelphia, there came the representative of
+the Howard Mission of New York. He brought with him eight or ten
+children of the street that he had picked up, and he was trying to
+find for them Christian homes; and as the little ones stood on the
+pulpit and sung, our hearts melted within us. At the close of the
+services a great-hearted wealthy man came up and said: "I'll take this
+little bright-eyed girl, and I'll adopt her as one of my own
+children;" and he took her by the hand, lifted her into his carriage,
+and went away.
+
+The next day, while we were in the church gathering up garments for
+the poor of New York, this little child came back with a bundle under
+her arm, and she said: "There's my old dress; perhaps some of the
+poor children would like to have it," while she herself was in bright
+and beautiful array, and those who more immediately examined her said
+that she had a ring on her hand. It was a ring of adoption.
+
+There are a great many persons who pride themselves on their ancestry,
+and they glory over the royal blood that pours through their arteries.
+In their line there was a lord, or a duke, or a prime minister, or a
+king. But when the Lord, our Father, puts upon us the ring of His
+adoption, we become the children of the Ruler of all nations. "Behold
+what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we should
+be called the sons of God." It matters not how poor our garments may
+be in this world, or how scant our bread, or how mean the hut we live
+in, if we have that ring of Christ's adoption upon our hand we are
+assured of eternal defenses.
+
+Adopted! Why, then, we are brothers and sisters to all the good of
+earth and heaven. We have the family name, the family dress, the
+family keys, the family wardrobe. The Father looks after us, robes us,
+defends us, blesses us. We have royal blood in our veins, and there
+are crowns in our line. If we are His children, then princes and
+princesses. It is only a question of time when we get our coronet.
+Adopted! Then we have the family secrets. "The secret of the Lord is
+with them that fear Him." Adopted! Then we have the family
+inheritance, and in the day when our Father shall divide the riches of
+heaven we shall take our share of the mansions and palaces and
+temples. Henceforth let us boast no more of an earthly ancestry. The
+insignia of eternal glory is our coat of arms. This ring of adoption
+puts upon us all honor and all privilege. Now we can take the words of
+Charles Wesley, that prince of hymn-makers, and sing:
+
+ "Come, let us join our friends above,
+ Who have obtained the prize,
+ And on the eagle wings of love
+ To joy celestial rise.
+
+ "Let all the saints terrestrial sing
+ With those to glory gone;
+ For all the servants of our King,
+ In heaven and earth, are one."
+
+I have been told that when any of the members of any of the great
+secret societies of this country are in a distant city and are in any
+kind of trouble, and are set upon by enemies, they have only to give a
+certain signal and the members of that organization will flock around
+for defense. And when any man belongs to this great Christian
+brotherhood, if he gets in trouble, in trial, in persecution, in
+temptation, he has only to show this ring of Christ's adoption, and
+all the armed cohorts of heaven will come to his rescue.
+
+Still further, when Christ takes a soul into His love He puts upon it
+a marriage-ring. Now, that is not a whim of mine: "And I will betroth
+thee unto Me forever; yea, I will betroth thee unto Me in
+righteousness, and in judgment, and in loving-kindness, and in
+mercies." (Hosea ii: 19.) At the wedding altar the bridegroom puts a
+ring upon the hand of the bride, signifying love and faithfulness.
+Trouble may come upon the household, and the carpets may go, the
+pictures may go, the piano may go, everything else may go--the last
+thing that goes is that marriage-ring, for it is considered sacred. In
+the burial hour it is withdrawn from the hand and kept in a casket,
+and sometimes the box is opened on an anniversary day, and as you look
+at that ring you see under its arch a long procession of precious
+memories. Within the golden circle of that ring there is room for a
+thousand sweet recollections to revolve, and you think of the great
+contrast between the hour when, at the close of the "Wedding March,"
+under the flashing lights and amid the aroma of orange-blossoms, you
+set that ring on the round finger of the plump hand, and that other
+hour when, at the close of the exhaustive watching, when you knew that
+the soul had fled, you took from the hand, which gave back no
+responsive clasp, from that emaciated finger, the ring that she had
+worn so long and worn so well.
+
+On some anniversary day you take up that ring, and you repolish it
+until all the old luster comes back, and you can see in it the flash
+of eyes that long ago ceased to weep. Oh, it is not an unmeaning thing
+when I tell you that when Christ receives a soul into His keeping He
+puts on it a marriage-ring. He endows you from that moment with all
+His wealth. You are one--Christ and the soul--one in sympathy, one in
+affection, one in hope.
+
+There is no power in earth or hell to effect a divorcement after
+Christ and the soul are united. Other kings have turned out their
+companions when they got weary of them, and sent them adrift from the
+palace gate. Ahasuerus banished Vashti; Napoleon forsook Josephine;
+but Christ is the husband that is true forever. Having loved you once,
+He loves you to the end. Did they not try to divorce Margaret, the
+Scotch girl, from Jesus? They said: "You must give up your religion."
+She said: "I can't give up my religion." And so they took her down to
+the beach of the sea, and they drove in a stake at low-water mark, and
+they fastened her to it, expecting that as the tide came up her faith
+would fail. The tide began to rise, and came up higher and higher, and
+to the girdle, and to the lip, and in the last moment, just as the
+wave was washing her soul into glory, she shouted the praises of
+Jesus.
+
+Oh, no, you can not separate a soul from Christ! It is an everlasting
+marriage. Battle and storm and darkness can not do it. Is it too much
+exultation for a man, who is but dust and ashes like myself, to cry
+out this morning: "I am persuaded that neither height, nor depth, nor
+principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come,
+nor any other creature shall separate me from the love of God which is
+in Christ Jesus my Lord"? Glory be to God that when Christ and the
+soul are married they are bound by a chain, a golden chain--if I might
+say so--a chain with one link, and that one link the golden ring of
+God's everlasting love.
+
+I go a step further, and tell you that when Christ receives a soul
+into His love He puts on him the ring of festivity. You know that it
+has been the custom in all ages to bestow rings on very happy
+occasions. There is nothing more appropriate for a birthday gift than
+a ring. You delight to bestow such a gift upon your children at such
+a time. It means joy, hilarity, festivity. Well, when this old man of
+the text wanted to tell how glad he was that his boy had got back, he
+expressed it in this way. Actually, before he ordered sandals to be
+put on his bare feet; before he ordered the fatted calf to be killed
+to appease the boy's hunger, he commanded: "Put a ring on his hand."
+
+Oh, it is a merry time when Christ and the soul are united! Joy of
+forgiveness! What a splendid thing it is to feel that all is right
+between me and God. What a glorious thing it is to have God just take
+up all the sins of my life and put them in one bundle, and then fling
+them into the depths of the sea, never to rise again, never to be
+talked of again. Pollution all gone. Darkness all illumined. God
+reconciled. The prodigal home. "Put a ring on his hand."
+
+Every day I find happy Christian people. I find some of them with no
+second coat, some of them in huts and tenement houses, not one earthly
+comfort afforded them; and yet they are as happy as happy can be. They
+sing "Rock of Ages" as no other people in the world sing it. They
+never wore any jewelry in their life but one gold ring, and that was
+the ring of God's undying affection. Oh, how happy religion makes us!
+Did it make you gloomy and sad? Did you go with your head cast down? I
+do not think you got religion, my brother. That is not the effect of
+religion. True religion is a joy. "Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
+and all her paths are peace."
+
+Why, religion lightens all our burdens. It smooths all our way. It
+interprets all our sorrows. It changes the jar of earthly discord for
+the peal of festal bells. In front of the flaming furnace of trial it
+sets the forge on which scepters are hammered out. Would you not like
+to-day to come up from the swine-feeding and try this religion? All
+the joys of heaven would come out and meet you, and God would cry from
+the throne: "Put a ring on his hand."
+
+You are not happy. I see it. There is no peace, and sometimes you
+laugh when you feel a great deal more like crying. The world is a
+cheat. It first wears you down with its follies, then it kicks you out
+into darkness. It comes back from the massacre of a million souls to
+attempt the destruction of your soul to-day. No peace out of God, but
+here is the fountain that can slake the thirst. Here is the harbor
+where you can drop safe anchorage.
+
+Would you not like, I ask you--not perfunctorily, but as one brother
+might talk to another--would you not like to have a pillow of rest to
+put your head on? And would you not like, when you retire at night, to
+feel that all is well, whether you wake up to-morrow morning at six
+o'clock, or sleep the sleep that knows no waking? Would you not like
+to exchange this awful uncertainty about the future for a glorious
+assurance of heaven? Accept of the Lord Jesus to-day, and all is well.
+If on your way home some peril should cross the street and dash your
+life out, it would not hurt you. You would rise up immediately. You
+would stand in the celestial streets. You would be amid the great
+throng that forever worship and are forever happy. If this day some
+sudden disease should come upon you, it would not frighten you. If you
+knew you were going you could give a calm farewell to your beautiful
+home on earth, and know that you are going right into the
+companionship of those who have already got beyond the toiling and the
+weeping.
+
+You feel on Saturday night different from the way you feel any other
+night of the week. You come home from the bank, or the store, or the
+shop, and you say: "Well, now my week's work is done, and to-morrow is
+Sunday." It is a pleasant thought. There is refreshment and
+reconstruction in the very idea. Oh, how pleasant it will be, if, when
+we get through the day of our life, and we go and lie down in our bed
+of dust, we can realize: "Well, now the work is all done, and
+to-morrow is Sunday--an everlasting Sunday."
+
+ "Oh, when, thou city of my God,
+ Shall I thy courts ascend?
+ Where congregations ne'er break up,
+ And Sabbaths have no end."
+
+There are people in this house to-day who are very near the eternal
+world. If you are Christians, I bid you be of good cheer. Bear with
+you our congratulations to the bright city. Aged men, who will soon be
+gone, take with you our love for our kindred in the better land, and
+when you see them, tell them that we are soon coming. Only a few more
+sermons to preach and hear. Only a few more heart-aches. Only a few
+more toils. Only a few more tears. And then--what an entrancing
+spectacle will open before us!
+
+ "Beautiful heaven, where all is light,
+ Beautiful angels clothed in white,
+ Beautiful strains that never tire,
+ Beautiful harps through all the choir;
+ There shall I join the chorus sweet,
+ Worshiping at the Saviour's feet."
+
+I stand before you on this Sabbath, the last Sabbath preceding the
+great feast-day in this Church. On the next Lord's-day the door of
+communion will be open, and you will all be invited to come in. And so
+I approach you now with a general invitation, not picking out here and
+there a man, or here and there a woman, or here and there a child; but
+giving you an unlimited invitation, saying: "Come, for all things are
+now ready." We invite you to the warm heart of Christ, and the
+inclosure of the Christian Church. I know a great many think that the
+Church does not amount to much--that it is obsolete; that it did its
+work and is gone now, so far as all usefulness is concerned. It is the
+happiest place I have ever been in except my own home.
+
+I know there are some people who say they are Christians who seem to
+get along without any help from others, and who culture solitary
+piety. They do not want any ordinances. I do not belong to that class.
+I can not get along without them. There are so many things in this
+world that take my attention from God, and Christ, and heaven, that I
+want all the helps of all the symbols and of all the Christian
+associations; and I want around about me a solid phalanx of men who
+love God and keep His commandments. Are there any here who would like
+to enter into that association? Then by a simple, child-like faith,
+apply for admission into the visible Church, and you will be received.
+No questions asked about your past history or present surroundings.
+Only one test--do you love Jesus?
+
+Baptism does not amount to anything, say a great many people; but the
+Lord Jesus declared, "He that believeth and is baptized shall be
+saved," putting baptism and faith side by side. And an apostle
+declares, "Repent and be baptized, every one of you." I do not stickle
+for any particular mode of baptism, but I put great emphasis on the
+fact that you ought to be baptized. Yet no more emphasis than the Lord
+Jesus Christ, the Great Head of the Church, puts upon it.
+
+The world is going to lose a great many of its votaries next Sabbath.
+We give you warning. There is a great host coming in to stand under
+the banner of the Lord Jesus Christ. Will you be among them? It is
+going to be a great harvest-day. Will you be among the gathered
+sheaves?
+
+Some of you have been thinking on this subject year after year. You
+have found out that this world is a poor portion. You want to be
+Christians. You have come almost into the kingdom of God; but there
+you stop, forgetful of the fact that to be almost saved is not to be
+saved at all. Oh, my brother, after having come so near to the door of
+mercy, if you turn back, you will never come at all. After all you
+have heard of the goodness of God, if you turn away and die, it will
+not be because you did not have a good offer.
+
+ "God's spirit will not always strive
+ With hardened, self-destroying man;
+ Ye who persist His love to grieve
+ May never hear his voice again."
+
+May God Almighty this hour move upon your soul and bring you back from
+the husks of the wilderness to the Father's house, and set you at the
+banquet, and "put a ring on your hand."
+
+
+
+
+HOW HE CAME TO SAY IT.
+
+ "If any man love not the Lord Jesus Christ, let him be
+ Anathema Maranatha."--I COR. xvi: 22.
+
+
+The smallest lad in the house knows the meaning of all those words
+except the last two, Anathema Maranatha. Anathema, to cut off.
+Maranatha, at His coming. So the whole passage might be read: "If any
+man love not the Lord Jesus Christ, let him be cut off at His coming."
+Well, how could the tender-hearted Paul say that? We have seen him
+with tears discoursing about human want, and flushed with excitement
+about human sorrow; and now he throws those red-hot iron words into
+this letter to the Corinthians. Had he lost his patience? Ok, no. Had
+he resigned his confidence in the Christian religion? Oh, no. Had the
+world treated him so badly that he had become its sworn enemy? Oh, no.
+It needs some explanation, I confess, and I shall proceed to show by
+what process Paul came to the vehement utterance of my text. Before I
+close, if God shall give His Spirit, you shall cease to be surprised
+at the exclamation of the Apostle, and you yourselves will employ the
+same emphasis, declaring, "If any man love not the Lord Jesus Christ,
+let him be Anathema Maranatha."
+
+If the photographic art had been discovered early enough, we should
+have had the facial proportions of Christ--the front face, the side
+face, Jesus sitting, Jesus standing--provided He had submitted to that
+art; but since the sun did not become a portrait painter until
+eighteen centuries after Christ, our idea about the Saviour's personal
+appearance is all guess work. Still, tradition tells us that He was
+the most infinitely beautiful being that ever walked our small earth.
+If His features had been rugged, and His gait had been ungainly, that
+would not have hindered Him from being attractive. Many men you have
+known and loved have had few charms of physiognomy. Wilberforce was
+not attractive in face. Socrates was repulsive. Suwarrow, the great
+Russian hero, looked almost an imbecile. And some whom you have known,
+and honored, and loved, have not had very great attractiveness of
+personal appearance. The shape of the mouth, and the nose, and the
+eyebrow, did not hinder the soul from shining through the cuticle of
+the face in all-powerful irradiation.
+
+But to a lovely exterior Christ joined all loveliness of disposition.
+Run through the galleries of heaven, and find out that He is _a
+non-such_. The sunshine of His love mingling with the shadows of His
+sorrows, crossed by the crystalline stream of His tears and the
+crimson flowing forth of His blood, make a picture worthy of being
+called the masterpiece of the eternities. Hung on the wall of heaven,
+the celestial population would be enchanted but for the fact that they
+have the grand and magnificent original, and they want no picture. But
+Christ having gone away from earth, we are dependent upon four
+indistinct pictures. Matthew took one, Mark another, Luke another,
+and John another. I care not which picture you take, it is lovely.
+Lovely? He was altogether lovely.
+
+He had a way of taking up a dropsical limb without hurting it, and of
+removing the cataract from the eye without the knife, and of starting
+the circulation through the shrunken arteries without the shock of the
+electric battery, and of putting intelligence into the dull stare of
+lunacy, and of restringing the auditory nerve of the deaf ear, and of
+striking articulation into the stiff tongue, and of making the
+stark-naked madman dress himself and exchange tombstone for ottoman,
+and of unlocking from the skeleton grip of death the daughter of
+Jairus to embosom her in her glad father's arms. Oh, He was
+lovely--sitting, standing, kneeling, lying down--always lovely.
+
+Lovely in His sacrifice. Why, He gave up everything for us. Home,
+celestial companionship, music of seraphic harps, balmy breath of
+eternal summer, all joy, all light, all music, and heard the gates
+slam shut behind Him as He came out to fight for our freedom, and with
+bare feet plunged on the sharp javelins of human and satanic hate,
+until His blood spurted into the faces of those who slew Him. You want
+the soft, low, minor key of sweetest music to describe the pathos; but
+it needs an orchestra, under swinging of an archangel's baton,
+reaching from throne to manger, to drum and trumpet the doxologies of
+His praise. He took everybody's trouble--the leper's sickness, the
+widow's dead boy, the harlot's shame, the Galilean fisherman's poor
+luck, the invalidism of Simon's mother-in-law, the sting of Malchus'
+amputated ear.
+
+Some people cry very easily, and for some it is very difficult to cry.
+A great many tears on some cheeks do not mean so much as one tear on
+another cheek. What is it that I see glittering in the mild eye of
+Jesus? It was all the sorrows of earth, and the woes of hell, from
+which He had plucked our souls, accreted into one transparent drop,
+lingering on the lower eyelash until it fell on a cheek red with the
+slap of human hands--just one salt, bitter, burning tear of Jesus. No
+wonder the rock, the sky, and the cemetery were in consternation when
+He died! No wonder the universe was convulsed! It was the Lord God
+Almighty bursting into tears. Now, suppose that, notwithstanding all
+this, a man can not have any affection for Him. What ought to be done
+with such hard behavior?
+
+It seems to me that there ought to be some chastisement for a man who
+will not love such a Christ. Does it not make your blood tingle to
+think of Jesus coming over the tens of thousands of miles that seem to
+separate God from us, and then to see a man jostle Him out, and push
+Him back, and shut the door in His face, and trample upon His
+entreaties? While you may not be able to rise up to the towering
+excitement of the Apostle in my text, you can at any rate somewhat
+understand his feelings when he cried out: "After all this, 'if a man
+love not the Lord Jesus Christ, let him be Anathema Maranatha.'"
+
+Just look at the injustice of not loving Him. Now, there is nothing
+that excites a man like injustice. You go along the street, and you
+see your little child buffeted, or a ruffian comes and takes a boy's
+hat and throws it into the ditch. You say: "What great meanness, what
+injustice that is!" You can not stand injustice. I remember, in my
+boyhood days, attending a large meeting in Tripler Hall, New York.
+Thousands of people were huzzaing, and the same kind of audiences were
+assembled at the same time in Boston, Edinburgh, and London. Why?
+Because the Madaii family, in Italy, had been robbed of their Bible.
+"A little thing," you say. Ah, that injustice was enough to arouse the
+indignation of a world. But while we are so sensitive about injustice
+as between man and man, how little sensitive we are about injustice
+between man and God. If there ever was a fair and square purchase of
+anything, then Christ purchased us. He paid for us, not in shekels,
+not in ancient coins inscribed with effigies of Hercules, or Ægina's
+tortoise, or lyre of Mitylene, but in two kinds of coin--one red, the
+other glittering--blood and tears! If anything is purchased and paid
+for, ought not the goods to be delivered? If you have bought property
+and given the money, do you not want to come into possession of it?
+"Yes," you say, "I will have it. I bought and paid for it." And you
+will go to law for it, and you will denounce the man as a defrauder.
+Ay, if need be, you will hurl him into jail. You will say: "I am bound
+to get that property. I bought it. I paid for it!"
+
+Now, transpose the case. Suppose Jesus Christ to be the wronged
+purchaser on the one side, and the impenitent soul on the other,
+trying to defraud Him of that which He bought at such an exorbitant
+price, how do you feel about that injustice? How do you feel toward
+that spiritual fraud, turpitude and perfidy? A man with an ardent
+temperament rises and he says that such injustice as between man and
+man is bad enough, but between man and God it is reprehensible and
+intolerable, and he brings his fist down on the pew, and he says: "I
+can stand this injustice no longer. After all this purchase, 'if any
+man love not the Lord Jesus Christ, let him be Anathema Maranatha'!"
+
+I go still further, and show you how suicidal it is for a man not to
+love Christ. If a man gets in trouble, and he can not get out, we have
+only one feeling toward him--sympathy and a desire to help him. If he
+has failed for a vast amount of money, and can not pay more than ten
+cents on a dollar--ay, if he can not pay anything--though his
+creditors may come after him like a pack of hounds, we sympathize with
+him. We go to his store, or house, and we express our condolence. But
+suppose the day before that man failed, William E. Dodge had come into
+his store and said: "My friend, I hear you are in trouble. I have come
+to help you. If ten thousand dollars will see you through your
+perplexity, I have a loan of that amount for you. Here is a check for
+the amount of that loan." Suppose the man said: "With that ten
+thousand dollars I could get through until next spring, and then
+everything will be all right; but, Mr. Dodge, I don't want it; I won't
+take it; I would rather fail than take it; I don't even thank you for
+offering it." Your sympathy for that man would cease immediately. You
+would say: "He had a fair offer; he might have got out; he wants to
+fail; he refuses all help; now let him fail." There is no one in all
+this house who would have any sympathy for that man.
+
+But do not let us be too hasty. Christ hears of our spiritual
+embarrassments, he finds that we are on the very verge of eternal
+defalcation. He finds the law knocking at our door with this dun: "Pay
+me what thou owest."
+
+We do not know which way to turn. Pay? We can not pay a farthing of
+all the millions of obligation. Well, Christ comes in and says: "Here
+is My name; you can use My name. Your name would be worthless, but My
+red handwriting on the back of this obligation will get you through
+anywhere." Now suppose the soul says: "I know I am in debt; I can't
+meet these obligations either in time or eternity; but, oh, Christ, I
+want not Thy help; I ask not Thy rescue. Go away from me." You would
+say: "That man, why, he deserves to die. He had the offer of help; he
+would not take it. He is a free agent; he ought to have what he wants;
+he chooses death rather than life. Ought you not give him freedom of
+choice?" Though awhile ago there was only one ardent man who
+understood the Apostle, now there are hundreds in the house who can
+say, and do say within themselves: "After all this ingratitude, and
+rejection, and obstinacy, 'if any man love not the Lord Jesus Christ,
+let him be Anathema Maranatha.'"
+
+I go a step further, and say it is most cruel for a man not to love
+Jesus. The meanest thing I could do for you would be needlessly to
+hurt your feelings. Sharp words sometimes cut like a dagger. An unkind
+look will sometimes rive like the lightning. An unkind deed may
+overmaster a sensitive spirit, and if you have made up your mind that
+you have done wrong to any one, it does not take you two minutes to
+make up your mind to go and apologize. Now, Christ is a bundle of
+delicacy and sensitiveness. How you have shocked His nerves! How you
+have broken His heart!
+
+Did you, my brother, ever measure the meaning of that one passage:
+"Behold, I stand at the door and knock"? It never came to me as it did
+this morning while I was thinking on this subject. "Behold, I stand at
+the door and knock." Some January day, the thermometer five degrees
+below zero, the wind and sleet beating mercilessly against you, you go
+up the steps of a house where you have a very important errand. You
+knock with one knuckle. No answer. You are very earnest, and you are
+freezing. The next time you knock harder. After awhile with your fist
+you beat against the door. You must get in, but the inmate is careless
+or stubborn, and he does not want you in. Your errand is a failure.
+You go away.
+
+The Lord Jesus Christ comes up on the steps of your heart, and with
+very sore hand he knocks hard at the door of your soul. He is standing
+in the cold blasts of human suffering. He knocks. He says: "Let me in.
+I have come a great way. I have come all the way from Nazareth, from
+Bethlehem, from Golgotha. Let Me in. I am shivering and blue with the
+cold. Let Me in. My feet are bare but for their covering of blood. My
+head is uncovered but for a turban of brambles. By all these wounds of
+foot, and head, and heart, I beg you to let Me in. Oh, I have been
+here a great while, and the night is getting darker. I am faint with
+hunger. I am dying to get in. Oh, lift the latch--shove back the
+bolt! Won't you let Me in? Won't you? 'Behold, I stand at the door and
+knock!'"
+
+But after awhile, my brother, the scene will change. It will be
+another door, but Christ will be on the other side of it. He will be
+on the inside, and the rejected sinner will be on the outside, and the
+sinner will come up and knock at the door, and say: "Let me in, let me
+in. I have come a great way. I came all the way from earth. I am sick
+and dying. Let me in. The merciless storm beats my unsheltered head.
+The wolves of a great night are on my track. Let me in. With both
+fists I beat against this door. Oh, let me in. Oh, Christ, let me in.
+Oh, Holy Ghost, let me in. Oh, God, let me in. Oh, my glorified
+kindred, let me in." No answer save the voice of Christ, who shall
+say: "Sinner, when I stood at your door you would not let Me in, and
+now you are standing at My door, and I can not let you in. The day of
+your grace is past. Officer of the law, seize him." And while the
+arrest is going on, all the myriads of heaven rise on gallery and
+throne, and cry with loud voice, that makes the eternal city quake
+from capstone to foundation, saying: "If any man love not the Lord
+Jesus Christ, let him be Anathema Maranatha."
+
+Sabbath audience in the Brooklyn Tabernacle, and all to whom these
+words shall come on both sides the sea, notice here the tremendous
+alternative: it is not whether you live in Pierrepont Street or
+Carlton Avenue, walk Trafalgar Square or the "Canongate;" nor whether
+your dress shall be black or brown; nor whether you shall be robust
+or an invalid; nor whether you shall live on the banks of the Hudson,
+the Shannon, the Seine, the Thames, the Tiber; but it is a question
+whether you will love Christ or suffer banishment; whether you will
+give yourselves to Him who owns you or fall under the millstone;
+whether you will rise to glories that have no terminus or plunge to a
+depth which has no bottom. I do not see how you can take the
+ten-thousandth part of a second to decide it, when there are two
+worlds fastened at opposite ends of a swivel, and the swivel turns on
+one point, and that point is now, now. Is it not fair that you love
+Him? Is it not right that you love Him? Is it not imperative that you
+love Him? What is it that keeps you from rushing up and throwing the
+arms of your affection about His neck?
+
+My text pronounces Anathema Maranatha upon all those who refuse to
+love Christ. Anathema--cut off. Cut off from light, from hope, from
+peace, from heaven. Oh, sharp, keen, sword-like words! Cut off!
+Everlastingly cut off! Behold, therefore, the goodness and severity of
+God: on them which fell, severity; but toward thee, goodness, if thou
+continue in His goodness; otherwise thou also shalt be cut off.
+Maranatha--that is the other word. "When he comes" is the meaning of
+it.
+
+Will He come? I see no signs of it. I looked into the sky as I rode
+down to church. I saw no signs of the coming. No signal of God's
+appearance. The earth stands solid on its foundation. No cry of
+welcome or of woe. Will He come! He will. Maranatha! Hear it ye
+mountains, and prepare to fall. Ye cities, and prepare to burn. Ye
+righteous, and prepare to reign. Ye wicked, and prepare to die.
+Maranatha! Maranatha!
+
+But, oh, my brother, I am not so aroused by that coming as I am by a
+previous coming, and that is the coming of our death hour, which will
+fix everything for us. I can not help now, while preaching, asking
+myself the question--Am I ready for that? If I am ready for the first
+I will be ready for the next. Are you ready for the emergency? Shall I
+tell you when your death hour will come? "Oh, no," says some one, "I
+don't want to know. I would rather not know." Some one says: "I would
+rather know, if you can tell me." I will tell you. It will be at the
+most unexpected moment, when you are most busy, and when you think you
+can be least spared. I can not exactly say whether it will be in the
+noon, or at the sundown when people are coming home, or in the morning
+when the world is waking up, or while the clock is striking twelve at
+night. But I tell you what I think, that with some of you it will be
+before next Saturday night.
+
+A minister of the Gospel said to an audience: "Before next Sabbath
+some of you will be gone." And a man said during the week: "I shall
+watch now, and if no one dies in our congregation during this week I
+shall go and tell the minister his falsehood." A man standing next to
+him said: "Why, it may be yourself." "Oh, no," he replied; "I shall
+live on to be an old man." That night he breathed his last.
+
+Standing before some who shall be launched into the great eternity,
+what are your equipments? About to jump, where will you land? Oh, the
+subject is overwhelming to me; and when I say these things to you, I
+say them to myself. "Lord, is it I? Is it I?" Some of us part to-night
+never to meet again. If never before, I now here commit my soul into
+the keeping of the Lord Jesus Christ. I throw my sinful heart upon His
+infinite mercy. But some of you will not do that. You will go over to
+the store to-morrow, and your comrades will say: "Where were you
+yesterday?" You will say: "I heard Talmage preach, and I don't believe
+what he preaches." And you will go on and die in your sins.
+
+Feeling that you are bound unto death eternal I solemnly take leave of
+you. Be careful of your health, for when your respiration gives out
+all your good times will have ended. Be careful in walking near a
+scaffold, for one falling brick or stone might usher you into the
+great eternity for which you have no preparation. A few months, or
+weeks, or days, or hours will pass on, and then you will see the last
+light, and hear the last music, and have the last pleasant emotion,
+and a destroyed eternity will rush upon you. Farewell, oh, doomed
+spirit! As you shove off from hope, I wave you this last salutation.
+Oh, it is hard to part forever and forever! I bid you one long, last,
+bitter, eternal adieu!
+
+
+
+
+CASTLE JESUS.
+
+ "Who have fled for refuge."--HEB. vi: 18.
+
+
+Paul is here speaking of the consolations of Christians. He styles
+them these "who have fled for refuge."
+
+Moses established six cities of refuge--three on the east side of the
+river Jordan, and three on the west. When a man had killed any one
+accidentally he fled to one of these cities. The roads leading to them
+were kept perfectly good, so that when a man started for the refuge
+nothing might impede him. Along the cross-roads, and wherever there
+might be any mistake about the way, there were signs put up pointing
+in the right way, with the word "Refuge." Having gained the limits of
+one of these cities the man was safe, and the mothers of the priests
+provided for him.
+
+Some of us have seen our peril, and have fled to Christ, and feel that
+we shall never be captured. We are among those "who have fled for
+refuge." Christ is represented in the Bible as a Tower, a High Rock, a
+Fortress, and a Shelter. If you have seen any of the ancient castles
+of Europe, you know that they are surrounded by trenches, across which
+there is a draw-bridge. If an enemy approach, the people, for defense,
+would get into the castle, have the trenches filled with water, and
+lift up the draw-bridge. Whether to a city of safety, or a tower,
+Paul refers, I know not, and care not, for in any case he means
+Christ, the safety of the soul.
+
+But why talk of refuge? Who needs it, if the refuge spoken of be a
+city or a castle, into which men fly for safety? It is all sunlight
+here. No sound of war in our streets. We do not hear the rush of armed
+men against the doors of our dwellings. We do not come with weapons to
+church. Our lives are not at the mercy of an assassin. Why, then, talk
+of refuge?
+
+Alas! I stand before a company of imperiled men. No flock of sheep was
+ever so threatened or endangered of a pack of wolves; no ship was ever
+so beaten of a storm; no company of men were ever so environed of a
+band of savages. A refuge you must have, or fall before an
+all-devouring destruction. There are not so many serpents in Africa;
+there are not so many hyenas in Asia; there are not so many panthers
+in the forest, as there are transgressions attacking my soul. I will
+take the best unregenerated man anywhere, and say to him, You are
+utterly corrupt. If all the sins of your past life were marshaled in
+single file, they would reach from here to hell. If you have escaped
+all other sins, the fact that you have rejected the mission of the Son
+of God is enough to condemn you forever, pushing you off into
+bottomless darkness, struck by ten thousand hissing thunder-bolts of
+Omnipotent wrath.
+
+You are a sinner. The Bible says it, and your conscience affirms it.
+Not a small sinner, or a moderate sinner, or a tolerable sinner, but a
+great sinner, a protracted sinner, a vile sinner, an outrageous
+sinner, a condemned sinner. As God, with His all-scrutinizing gaze,
+looks upon you to-day, He can not find one sound spot in your soul.
+Sin has put scales on your eyes, and deadened your ear with an awful
+deafness, and palsied your right arm, and stunned your sensibilities,
+and blasted you with an infinite blasting. The Bible, which you admit
+to be true, affirms that you are diseased from the crown of your head
+to the sole of your foot. You are unclean; you are a leper. Believe
+not me, but believe God's Word, that over and over again announces, in
+language that a fool might understand, the total and complete
+depravity of the unchanged heart: "The heart is deceitful above all
+things, and desperately wicked."
+
+In addition to the sins of your life there are uncounted troubles in
+pursuit of you. Bereavements, losses, disappointments are a flock of
+vultures ever on the wing. Did you get your house built, and
+furnished, and made comfortable any sooner than misfortune came in
+without knocking, and sat beside you--a skeleton apparition? Have not
+pains shot their poisoned arrows, and fevers kindled their fire in
+your brain? Many of you, for years, have walked on burning marl. You
+stepped out of one disaster into another. You may, like Job, have
+cursed the day in which you were born. This world boils over with
+trouble for you, and you are wondering where the next grave will gape,
+and where the next storm will burst. Oh, ye pursued, sinning, dying,
+troubled, exhausted souls, are you not ready now to hear me while I
+tell you of Christ, the Refuge?
+
+A soldier, during the war, heard of the sickness of his wife and
+asked for a furlough. It was denied him, and he ran away. He was
+caught, brought back, and sentenced to be shot as a deserter. The
+officer took from his pocket a document that announced his death on
+the following morning. As the document was read, the man flinched not
+and showed no sorrow or anxiety. But the officer then took from his
+pocket another document that contained the prisoner's pardon. Then he
+broke down with deep emotion at the thought of the leniency that had
+been extended. Though you may not appear moved while I tell you of the
+law that thundered its condemnation, while I tell you of the pardon
+and the peace of the Gospel I wonder if they will not overcome you.
+
+Jesus is a safe refuge. Fort Hudson, Fort Pulaski, Fort Moultrie, Fort
+Sumter, Gibraltar, Sebastopol were taken. But Jesus is a castle into
+which the righteous runneth and is safe. No battering-ram can demolish
+its wall. No sappers or miners can explode its ramparts, no storm-bolt
+of perdition leap upon its towers. The weapons that guard this fort
+are omnipotent. Hell shall unlimber its great guns as death only to
+have them dismantled. In Christ our sins are pardoned, discomforted,
+blotted out, forgiven. An ocean can not so easily drown a fly as the
+ocean of God's forgiveness swallow up, utterly and forever, our
+transgressions. He is able to save unto the uttermost.
+
+You who have been so often overcome in a hand-to-hand fight with the
+world, the flesh, and devil, try this fortress. Once here, you are
+safe forever. Satan may charge up the steep, and shout amid the uproar
+of the fight, Forward, to his battalions of darkness; but you will
+stand in the might of the great God, your Redeemer, safe in the
+refuge. The troubles of life, that once overwhelmed you, may come on
+with their long wagon-trains laden with care and worryment; and you
+may hear in their tramp the bereavements that once broke your heart;
+but Christ is your friend, Christ your sympathizer, Christ your
+reward. Safe in the refuge!
+
+Death at last may lay the siege to your spirit, and the shadows of the
+sepulcher may shake their horrors in the breeze, and the hoarse howl
+of the night wind may be mingled with the cry of despair, yet you will
+shout in triumph from the ramparts, and the pale horse shall be hurled
+back on his haunches. Safe in the refuge! To this castle I fly. This
+last fire shall but illumine its towers; and the rolling thunders of
+the judgment will be the salvo of its victory.
+
+Just after Queen Victoria had been crowned--she being only nineteen or
+twenty years of age--Wellington handed her a death-warrant for her
+signature. It was to take the life of a soldier in the army. She said
+to Wellington: "Can there nothing good be said of this man?" He said:
+"No; he is a bad soldier, and deserves to die." She took up the
+death-warrant, and it trembled in her hand as she again asked: "Does
+no one know anything good of this man?" Wellington said: "I have heard
+that at his trial a man said that he had been a good son to his old
+mother." "Then let his life be spared," said the queen, and she
+ordered his sentence commuted.
+
+Christ is on a throne of grace. Our case is brought before him. The
+question is asked: "Is there any good about this man?" The law says:
+"None." Justice says: "None." Our own conscience says: "None."
+Nevertheless, Christ hands over our pardon, and asks us to take it.
+Oh, the height and depth, the length and breadth of his mercy!
+
+Again, Christ is a near refuge. When we are attacked, what advantage
+is there in having a fortress on the other side of the mountain? Many
+an army has had an intrenchment, but could not get to it before the
+battle opened. Blessed be God, it is no long march to our castle. We
+may get off, with all our troops, from the worst earthly defeat in
+this stronghold. In a moment we may step from the battle into the
+tower. I sing of a Saviour near.
+
+During the late war the forts of the North were named after the
+Northern generals, and the forts of the South were named after the
+Southern generals. This fortress of our soul I shall call Castle
+Jesus. I have seen men pursued of sins that chased them with feet of
+lightning, and yet with one glad leap they bounded into the tower. I
+have seen troubles, with more than the speed and terror of a cavalry
+troop, dash after a retreating soul, yet were hurled back in defeat
+from the bulwarks. Jesus near! A child's cry, a prisoner's prayer, a
+sailor's death-shriek, a pauper's moan reaches him. No pilgrimages on
+spikes. No journeying with a huge pack on your back. No kneeling in
+penance in cold vestibule of mercy. But an open door! A compassionate
+Saviour! A present salvation! A near refuge! Castle Jesus!
+
+Oh, why do you not put out your arm and reach it? Why do you not fly
+to it? Why be riddled, and shelled, and consumed under the rattling
+bombardment of perdition, when one moment's faith would plant you in
+the glorious refuge? I preach a Jesus here; a Jesus now; a fountain
+close to your feet; a fiery pillar right over your head; bread already
+broken for your hunger; a crown already gleaming for your brow. Hark
+to the castle gates rattling back for your entrance! Hear you not the
+welcome of those who have fled for refuge to lay hold upon the hope
+set before us?
+
+Again, it is a universal refuge. A fortress is seldom large enough to
+hold a whole army. I look out upon fourteen hundred millions of the
+race; and then I look at this fortress, and I say that there is room
+enough for all. If it had been possible, this salvation would have
+been monopolized. Men would have said: "Let us have all this to
+ourselves--no publicans, no plebeians, no lazzaroni, no converted
+pickpockets. We will ride toward heaven on fierce chargers, our feet
+in golden stirrups. Grace for lords, and dukes, and duchesses, and
+counts. Let Napoleon and his marshals come in, but not the common
+soldier that fought under him. Let the Girards and the Barings come
+in, but not the stevedores that unloaded their cargoes, or the men who
+kept their books." Heaven would have been a glorified Windsor Castle,
+or Tuileries, or Vatican; and exclusive aristocrats would have
+strutted through the golden streets to all eternity.
+
+Thank God, there is mercy for the poor! The great Doctor John Mason
+preached over a hundred times the same sermon; and the text was: "To
+the poor the Gospel is preached." Lazarus went up, while Dives went
+down; and there are candidates for Imperial splendors in the back
+alley, and by the peat-fire of the Irish shanty. King Jesus set up His
+throne in a manger, and made a resurrection day for the poor widow of
+Nain, and sprung the gate of heaven wide open, so that all the
+beggars, and thieves, and scoundrels of the universe may come in if
+they will only repent. I can snatch the knife from the murderer's hand
+while it is yet dripping with the blood of his victim, and tell him of
+the grace that is sufficient to pardon his soul. Do you say that I
+swing open the gate of heaven too far? I swing it open no wider than
+Christ, when He says: "Whosoever will, let him come." Don't you want
+to go in with such a rabble? Then you can stay out.
+
+The whole world will yet come into this refuge. The windows of heaven
+will be opened; God's trumpet of salvation will sound, and China will
+come from its tea-fields and rice-harvests, and lift itself up into
+the light. India will come forth, the chariots of salvation jostling
+to pieces her Juggernauts. Freezing Greenland, and sweltering
+Abyssinia, will, side by side, press into the kingdom; and transformed
+Bornesian cannibal preach of the resurrection of the missionary he has
+slain. The glory of Calvary will tinge the tip of the Pyrenees; and
+Lebanon cedars shall clap their hands; and by one swing of the sickle
+Christ shall harvest nations for the skies.
+
+I sing a world redeemed. In the rush of the winds that set the forest
+in motion, like giants wrestling on the hills, I see the tossing up of
+the triumphal branches that shall wave all along the line of our King
+as He comes to take empire. In the stormy diapason of the ocean's
+organ, and the more gentle strains that in the calm come sounding up
+from the crystal and jasper keys at the beach, I hear the prophecy:
+"The earth shall be filled with the knowledge of God as the waters
+fill the sea."
+
+The gospel morning will come like the natural morning. At first it
+seems only like another hue of the night. Then a pallor strikes
+through the sky, as though a company of ministering spirits, pale with
+tedious watching through the night, had turned in their flight upward
+to look back upon the earth. Then a faint glow of fire, as though on a
+barren beach a wrecked mariner was kindling a flickering flame. Then
+chariots and horses of fire racing up and down the heavens; then
+perfect day: "Who is she that cometh forth as the morning?"
+
+Come in, black Hottentot and snow-white Caucasian, come in, mitered
+official and diseased beggar; let all the world come in. Room in
+Castle Jesus! Sound it through all lands; sound it by all tongues. Let
+sermons preach it, and bells chime it, and pencils sketch it, and
+processions celebrate it, and bells ring it: Room in Castle Jesus!
+
+Again, Christ is the only refuge. If you were very sick, and there was
+only one medicine that would cure you, how anxious you would be to get
+that medicine. If you were in a storm at sea, and you found that the
+ship could not weather it, and there was only one harbor, how anxious
+you would be to get into that harbor. Oh, sin-sick soul, Christ is the
+only medicine; oh, storm-tossed soul, Christ is the only harbor. Need
+I tell a cultured audience like this that there is no other name given
+among men by which ye can be saved? That if you want the handcuffs
+knocked from your wrists, and the hopples from your feet, and the icy
+bands from your heart, there is just one Almighty arm in all the
+universe to do everything? There are other fortresses to which you
+might fly, and other ramparts behind which you might hide, but God
+will cut to pieces, with the hail of His vengeance, all these refuges
+of lies.
+
+Some of you are foundering in terrible Euroclydon. Hark to the howling
+of the gale, and the splintering of the spars, and the starting of the
+timbers, and the breaking of the billow, clear across the hurricane
+deck. Down she goes! Into the life-boat! Quick! One boat! One shore!
+One oarsman! One salvation! You are polluted; there is but one well at
+which you can wash clean. You are enslaved; there is but one
+proclamation that can emancipate. You are blind; there is but one
+salve that can kindle your vision. You are dead; there is but one
+trumpet that can burst the grave.
+
+I have seen men come near the refuge but not make entrance. They came
+up, and fronted the gate, and looked in, but passed on, and passed
+down; and they will curse their folly through all eternity, that they
+despised the only refuge. Oh! forget everything else I have said, if
+you will but remember that there is but one atonement, one sacrifice,
+one justification, one faith, one hope, one Jesus, one refuge. There
+is that old Christian. Many a scar on his face tells where trouble
+lacerated him. He has fought with wild beasts at Ephesus. He has had
+enough misfortune to shadow his countenance with perpetual despair.
+Yet he is full of hope. Has he found any new elixir? "No," he says; "I
+have found Jesus the refuge."
+
+Christ is our only defense at the last. John Holland, in his
+concluding moment, swept his hand over the Bible, and said: "Come, let
+us gather a few flowers from this garden." As it was even-time he said
+to his wife: "Have you lighted the candles?" "No," she said; "we have
+not lighted the candles." "Then," said he, "it must be the brightness
+of the face of Jesus that I see."
+
+Ask that dying Christian woman the source of her comfort. Why that
+supernatural glow on the curtains of the death-chamber; and the
+tossing out of one hand, as if to wave the triumph, and the reaching
+up of the other, as if to take a crown? Hosanna on the tongue. Glory
+beaming from the forehead. Heaven in the eyes. Spirit departing. Wings
+to bear it. Anthems to charm it. Open the gates to receive it.
+Hallelujah! Speak, dying Christian--what light do you see? What sounds
+do you hear? The thin lips part. The pale hand is lifted. She says:
+"Jesus the refuge!" Let all in the death-chamber stop weeping now.
+Celebrate the triumph. Take up a song. Clap your hands. Shout it.
+Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
+
+But this refuge will be of no worth to you unless you lay hold of it.
+The time will come when you will wish that you had done so. It will
+come soon. At an unexpected moment it will come. The castle bridge
+will be drawn up and the fortress closed. When you see this
+discomfiture, and look back, and look up at the storm gathering, and
+the billowy darkness of death has rolled upon the sheeted flash of
+the storm, you will discover the utter desolation of those who are
+outside of the refuge.
+
+What you propose to do in this matter you had better do right away. A
+mistake this morning may never be corrected. Jesus, the Great Captain
+of salvation, puts forth his wounded hand to-day to cheer you on the
+race to heaven. If you despise it, the ghastliest vision that will
+haunt the eternal darkness of your soul will be the gaping, bleeding
+wounds of the dying Redeemer.
+
+Jesus is to be crucified to-day. Think not of it as a day that is
+past. He comes before you to-day weary and worn. Here is the cross,
+and here is the victim. But there are no nails, and there are no
+thorns, and there are no hammers. Who will furnish these? A man out
+yonder says: "I will furnish with my sins the nails!" Now we have the
+cross, and the victim, and the nails. But we have no thorns. Who will
+furnish the thorns? A man in the audience says: "With my sins I will
+furnish the thorns!" Now we have the cross, the victim, the nails, and
+the thorns. But we have no hammers. Who will furnish the hammers? A
+voice in the audience says: "My hard heart shall be the hammer!"
+Everything is ready now. The crucifixion goes out! See Jesus dying!
+"Behold the Lamb of God, that taketh away the sins of the world."
+
+
+
+
+STRIPPING THE SLAIN.
+
+ "And it came to pass on the morrow, when the Philistines came
+ to strip the slain, that they found Saul and his three sons
+ fallen in Mount Gilboa."--I. SAM. xxxi: 8.
+
+
+Some of you were at South Mountain, or Shiloh, or Ball's Bluff, or
+Gettysburg, and I ask you if there is any sadder sight than a
+battle-field after the guns have stopped firing? I walked across the
+field of Antietam just after the conflict. The scene was so sickening
+I shall not describe it. Every valuable thing had been taken from the
+bodies of the dead, for there are always vultures hovering over and
+around about an army, and they pick up the watches, and the memorandum
+books, and the letters, and the daguerreotypes, and the hats, and the
+coats, applying them to their own uses. The dead make no resistance.
+So there are always camp followers going on and after an army, as when
+Scott went down into Mexico, as when Napoleon marched up toward
+Moscow, as when Von Moltke went to Sedan. There is a similar scene in
+my text.
+
+Saul and his army had been horribly cut to pieces. Mount Gilboa was
+ghastly with the dead. On the morrow the stragglers came on to the
+field, and they lifted the latchet of the helmet from under the chin
+of the dead, and they picked up the swords and bent them on their
+knee to test the temper of the metal, and they opened the wallets and
+counted the coin. Saul lay dead along the ground, eight or nine feet
+in length, and I suppose the cowardly Philistines, to show their
+bravery, leaped upon the trunk of his carcass, and jeered at the
+fallen slain, and whistled through the mouth of the helmet. Before
+night those cormorants had taken everything valuable from the field:
+"And it came to pass on the morrow, when the Philistines came to strip
+the slain, that they found Saul and his three sons fallen in Mount
+Gilboa."
+
+Before I get through to-day I will show you that the same process is
+going on all the world over, and every day, and that when men have
+fallen, Satan and the world, so far from pitying them or helping them,
+go to work remorselessly to take what little is left, thus stripping
+the slain.
+
+There are tens of thousands of young men every year coming from the
+country to our great cities. They come with brave hearts and grand
+expectations. They think they will be Rufus Choates in the law, or
+Drapers in chemistry, or A.T. Stewarts in merchandise. The country
+lads sit down in the village grocery, with their feet on the iron rod
+around the red-hot stove, in the evening, talking over the prospects
+of the young man who has gone off to the city. Two or three of them
+think that perhaps he may get along very well and succeed, but the
+most of them prophesy failure; for it is very hard to think that those
+whom we knew in boyhood will ever make any stir in the world.
+
+But our young man has a fine position in a dry-goods store. The month
+is over. He gets his wages. He is not accustomed to have so much money
+belonging to himself. He is a little excited, and does not know
+exactly what to do with it, and he spends it in some places where he
+ought not. Soon there come up new companions and acquaintances from
+the bar-rooms and the saloons of the city. Soon that young man begins
+to waver in the battle of temptation, and soon his soul goes down. In
+a few months, or few years, he has fallen. He is morally dead. He is a
+mere corpse of what he once was. The harpies of sin snuff up the taint
+and come on the field. His garments gradually give out. He has pawned
+his watch. His health is failing him. His credit perishes. He is too
+poor to stay in the city, and he is too poor to pay his way home to
+the country. Down! down! Why do the low fellows of the city now stick
+to him so closely? Is it to help him back to a moral and spiritual
+life? Oh, no! I will tell you why they stay; they are the Philistines
+stripping the slain.
+
+Do not look where I point, but yonder stands a man who once had a
+beautiful home in this city. His house had elegant furniture, his
+children were beautifully clad, his name was synonymous with honor and
+usefulness; but evil habit knocked at his front door, knocked at his
+back door, knocked at his parlor door, knocked at his bedroom door.
+Where is the piano? Sold to pay the rent. Where is the hat-rack? Sold
+to meet the butcher's bill. Where are the carpets? Sold to get bread.
+Where is the wardrobe? Sold to get rum. Where are the daughters?
+Working their fingers off in trying to keep the family together.
+Worse and worse, until everything is gone. Who is that going up the
+front steps of that house? That is a creditor, hoping to find some
+chair or bed that has not been levied upon. Who are those two
+gentlemen now going up the front steps? The one is a constable, the
+other is the sheriff. Why do they go there? The unfortunate is morally
+dead, socially dead, financially dead. Why do they go there? I will
+tell you why the creditors, and the constables, and the sheriffs go
+there. They are, some on their own account, and some on account of the
+law, stripping the slain.
+
+An ex-member of Congress, one of the most eloquent men that ever stood
+in the House of Representatives, said in his last moments: "This is
+the end. I am dying--dying on a borrowed bed, covered by a borrowed
+sheet, in a house built by public charity. Bury me under that tree in
+the middle of the field, where I shall not be crowded, for I have been
+crowded all my life." Where were the jolly politicians and the
+dissipating comrades who had been with him, laughing at his jokes,
+applauding his eloquence, and plunging him into sin? They have left.
+Why? His money is gone, his reputation is gone, his wit is gone, his
+clothes are gone, everything is gone. Why should they stay any longer?
+They have completed their work. They have stripped the slain.
+
+There is another way, however, of doing that same work. Here is a man
+who, through his sin, is prostrate. He acknowledges that he has done
+wrong. Now is the time for you to go to that man and say: "Thousands
+of people have been as far astray as you are, and got back." Now is
+the time for you to go to that man and tell him of the omnipotent
+grace of God, that is sufficient for any poor soul. Now is the time to
+go to tell him how swearing John Bunyan, through the grace of God,
+afterward came to the celestial city. Now is the time to go to that
+man and tell him how profligate Newton came, through conversion, to be
+a world-renowned preacher of righteousness. Now is the time to tell
+that man that multitudes who have been pounded with all the flails of
+sin and dragged through all the sewers of pollution at last have risen
+to positive dominion of moral power.
+
+You do not tell him that, do you? No. You say to him: "Loan you money?
+No. You are down. You will have to go to the dogs. Lend you a
+shilling? I would not lend you five cents to keep you from the
+gallows. You are debauched! Get out of my sight, now! Down; you will
+have to stay down!" And thus those bruised and battered men are
+sometimes accosted by those who ought to lift them up. Thus the last
+vestige of hope is taken from them. Thus those who ought to go and
+lift and save them are guilty of stripping the slain.
+
+The point I want to make is this: sin is hard, cruel, and merciless.
+Instead of helping a man up it helps him down; and when, like Saul and
+his comrades, you lie on the field, it will come and steal your sword
+and helmet and shield, leaving you to the jackal and the crow.
+
+But the world and Satan do not do all their work with the outcast and
+abandoned. A respectable, impenitent man comes to die. He is flat on
+his back. He could not get up if the house were on fire. Adroitest
+medical skill and gentlest nursing have been a failure. He has come to
+his last hour. What does Satan do for such a man? Why, he fetches up
+all the inapt, disagreeable, and harrowing things in his life. He
+says: "Do you remember those chances you had for heaven, and missed
+them? Do you remember all those lapses in conduct? Do you remember all
+those opprobrious words and thoughts and actions? Don't remember them,
+eh? I'll make you remember them." And then he takes all the past and
+empties it on that death-bed, as the mail-bags are emptied on the
+post-office floor. The man is sick. He can not get away from them.
+
+Then the man says to Satan: "You have deceived me. You told me that
+all would be well. You said there would be no trouble at the last. You
+told me if I did so and so, you would do so and so. Now you corner me,
+and hedge me up, and submerge me in everything evil." "Ha! ha!" says
+Satan, "I was only fooling you. It is mirth for me to see you suffer.
+I have been for thirty years plotting to get you just where you are.
+It is hard for you now--it will be worse for you after awhile. It
+pleases me. Lie still, sir. Don't flinch or shudder. Come now, I will
+tear off from you the last rag of expectation. I will rend away from
+your soul the last hope. I will leave you bare for the beating of the
+storm. It is my business to strip the slain."
+
+While men are in robust health, and their digestion is good, and their
+nerves are strong, they think their physical strength will get them
+safely through the last exigency. They say it is only cowardly women
+who are afraid at the last, and cry out for God. "Wait till I come to
+die. I will show you. You won't hear me pray, nor call for a minister,
+nor want a chapter read me from the Bible." But after the man has been
+three weeks in a sick-room his nerves are not so steady, and his
+worldly companions are not anywhere near to cheer him up, and he is
+persuaded that he must quit life: his physical courage is all gone.
+
+He jumps at the fall of a teaspoon in a saucer. He shivers at the idea
+of going away. He says: "Wife, I don't think my infidelity is going to
+take me through. For God's sake don't bring up the children to do as I
+have done. If you feel like it, I wish you would read a verse or two
+out of Fannie's Sabbath-school hymn-book or New Testament." But Satan
+breaks in, and says: "You have always thought religion trash and a
+lie; don't give up at the last. Besides that, you can not, in the hour
+you have to live, get off on that track. Die as you lived. With my
+great black wings I shut out that light. Die in darkness. I rend away
+from you that last vestige of hope. It is my business to strip the
+slain."
+
+A man who had rejected Christianity and thought it all trash, came to
+die. He was in the sweat of a great agony, and his wife said: "We had
+better have some prayer." "Mary, not a breath of that," he said. "The
+lightest word of prayer would roll back on me like rocks on a drowning
+man. I have come to the hour of test. I had a chance, and I forfeited
+it. I believed in a liar, and he has left me in the lurch. Mary, bring
+me Tom Paine, that book that I swore by and lived by, and pitch it in
+the fire, and let it burn and burn as I myself shall soon burn." And
+then, with the foam on his lip and his hands tossing wildly in the
+air, he cried out: "Blackness of darkness! Oh, my God, too late!" And
+the spirits of darkness whistled up from the depth, and wheeled around
+and around him, stripping the slain.
+
+Sin is a luxury now; it is exhilaration now; it is victory now. But
+after awhile it is collision; it is defeat; it is extermination; it is
+jackalism; it is robbing the dead; it is stripping the slain. Give it
+up to-day--give it up! Oh, how you have been cheated on, my brother,
+from one thing to another! All these years you have been under an evil
+mastery that you understood not. What have your companions done for
+you? What have they done for your health? Nearly ruined it by
+carousal. What have they done for your fortune? Almost scattered it by
+spendthrift behavior. What have they done for your reputation? Almost
+ruined it with good men. What have they done for your immortal soul?
+Almost insured its overthrow.
+
+You are hastening on toward the consummation of all that is sad.
+To-day you stop and think, but it is only for a moment, and then you
+will tramp on, and at the close of this service you will go out, and
+the question will be: "How did you like the sermon?" And one man will
+say: "I liked it very well," and another man will say: "I didn't like
+it at all;" but neither of the answers will touch the tremendous fact
+that, if impenitent, you are going at eighteen knots an hour toward
+shipwreck! Yea, you are in a battle where you will fall; and while
+your surviving relatives will take your remaining estate, and the
+cemetery will take your body, the messengers of darkness will take
+your soul, and come and go about you for the next ten million years,
+stripping the slain.
+
+Many are crying out: "I admit I am slain, I admit it!" On what
+battle-field, my brothers? By what weapon? "Polluted imagination,"
+says one man; "Intoxicating liquor," says another man; "My own hard
+heart," says another man. Do you realize this? Then I come to tell you
+that the omnipotent Christ is ready to walk across this battle-field,
+and revive, and resuscitate, and resurrect your dead soul. Let Him
+take your hand and rub away the numbness; your head, and bathe off the
+aching; your heart, and stop its wild throb. He brought Lazarus to
+life; He brought Jairus' daughter to life; He brought the young man of
+Nain to life, and these are three proofs anyhow that he can bring you
+to life.
+
+When the Philistines came down on the field, they stepped between the
+corpses, and they rolled over the dead, and they took away everything
+that was valuable; and so it was with the people that followed after
+our army at Chancellorsville, and at Pittsburg Landing, and at Stone
+River, and at Atlanta, stripping the slain; but the Northern and
+Southern women--God bless them!--came on the field with basins, and
+pads, and towels, and lint, and cordials, and Christian encouragement;
+and the poor fellows that lay there lifted up their arms and said:
+"Oh, how good that does feel since you dressed it!" and others looked
+up and said: "Oh, how you make me think of my mother!" and others
+said: "Tell the folks at home I died thinking about them;" and another
+looked up and said: "Miss, won't you sing me a verse of 'Home, Sweet
+Home,' before I die?" And then the tattoo was sounded, and the hats
+were off, and the service was read: "I am the resurrection and the
+life;" and in honor of the departed the muskets were loaded, and the
+command given: "Take aim--fire!" And there was a shingle set up at the
+head of the grave, with the epitaph of "Lieutenant ---- in the
+Fourteenth Massachusetts Regulars," or "Captain ---- in the Fifteenth
+Regiment of South Carolina Volunteers." And so to-night, across this
+great field of moral and spiritual battle, the angels of God come
+walking among the slain, and there are voices of comfort, and voices
+of hope, and voices of resurrection, and voices of heaven.
+
+Christ is ready to give life to the dead. He will make the deaf ear to
+hear, the blind eye to see, the pulseless heart to beat, and the damp
+walls of your spiritual charnel-house will crash into ruin at His cry:
+"Come forth!" I verily believe there are souls in this house who are
+now dead in sin, who in half an hour will be alive forever. There was
+a thrilling dream, a glorious dream--you may have heard of it. Ezekiel
+closed his eyes, and he saw two mountains, and a valley between the
+mountains. That valley looked as though there had been a great battle
+there, and a whole army had been slain, and they had been unburied;
+and the heat of the land, and the vultures coming there, soon the
+bones were exposed to the sun, and they looked like thousands of
+snow-drifts all through the valley. Frightful spectacle! The bleaching
+skeletons of a host!
+
+But Ezekiel still kept his eyes shut; and lo! there were four
+currents of wind that struck the battle-field, and when those four
+currents of wind met, the bones began to rattle; and the foot came to
+the ankle, and the hand came to the wrist, and the jaws clashed
+together, and the spinal column gathered up the ganglions and the
+nervous fiber, and all the valley wriggled and writhed, and throbbed,
+and rocked, and rose up. There, a man coming to life. There, a hundred
+men. There, a thousand; and all falling into line, waiting for the
+shout of their commander. Ten thousand bleached skeletons springing up
+into ten thousand warriors, panting for the fray. I hope that instead
+of being a dream it may be a prophecy of what we shall see here
+to-day. Let this north wall be one of the mountains, and the south
+wall be taken for another of the mountains, and let all the aisles and
+the pews be the valley between, for there are thousands here to-day
+without one pulsation of spiritual life.
+
+I look off in one direction, and they are dead. I look off in another
+direction, and they are dead. Who will bring them to life? Who shall
+rouse them up? If I should halloo at the top of my voice I could not
+wake them. Wait a moment! Listen! There is a rustling. There is a gale
+from heaven. It comes from the north, and from the south, and from the
+east, and from the west. It shuts us in. It blows upon the slain.
+There a soul begins to move in spiritual life; there, ten souls;
+there, a score of souls; there, a hundred souls. The nostrils
+throbbing in divine respiration, the hands lifted as though to take
+hold of heaven, the tongue moving as in prayer and adoration. Life!
+immortal life coming into the slain. Ten men for God--fifty--a
+hundred--a regiment--an army for God! Oh, that we might have such a
+scene here to-day! In Ezekiel's words, and in almost a frenzy of
+prayer, I cry: "Come from the four winds, O Breath! and breathe upon
+the slain."
+
+You will have to surrender your heart to-day to God. You can not take
+the responsibility of fighting against the Spirit in this crisis which
+will decide whether you are to go to heaven or to hell--to join the
+hallelujahs of the saved, or the lamentations of the lost. You must
+pray. You must repent. You must this day fling your sinful soul on the
+pardoning mercy of God. You must! I see your resolution against God
+giving way, your determination wavering. I break through the breach in
+the wall and follow up the advantage gained, hoping to rout your last
+opposition to Christ, and to make you "ground arms" at the feet of the
+Divine Conqueror. Oh, you must! You must!
+
+The moon does not ask the tides of the Atlantic Ocean to rise. It only
+stoops down with two great hands of light, the one at the European
+beach, and the other at the American beach, and then lifts the great
+layer of molten silver. And God, it seems to me, is now going to lift
+this audience to newness of life. Do you not feel the swellings of the
+great oceanic tides of Divine mercy? My heart is in anguish to have
+you saved. For this I pray, and preach, and long, glad to be called a
+fool for Christ's sake, and your salvation.
+
+Some one replies: "Dear me, I do wish I could have these matters
+arranged with my God. I want to be saved. God knows I want to be
+saved; but you stand there talking about this matter, and you don't
+show me how." My dear brother, the work has all been done. Christ did
+it with His own torn hand, and lacerated foot, and bleeding side. He
+took your place, and died your death, if you will only believe
+it--only accept Him as your substitute.
+
+What an amazing pity that any man should go from this house unblessed,
+when such a large blessing is offered him at less cost than you would
+pay for a pin--"without money and without price." I have driven down
+to-day with the Lord's ambulance to the battle-field where your soul
+lies exposed to the darkness and the storm, and I want to lift you in,
+and drive off with you toward heaven. Oh, Christians, by your prayers
+help to lift these wounded souls into the ambulance! God forbid that
+any should be left on the field, and that at last eternal sorrow, and
+remorse, and despair should come up around their soul like the bandit
+Philistines to the field of Gilboa, stripping the slain.
+
+
+
+
+SOLD OUT.
+
+ "Ye have sold yourselves for nought; and ye shall be redeemed
+ without money."--ISA. lii: 3.
+
+
+The Jews had gone headlong into sin, and as a punishment they had been
+carried captive to Babylon. They found that iniquity did not pay.
+Cyrus seized Babylon, and felt so sorry for these poor captive Jews
+that, without a dollar of compensation, he let them go home. So that,
+literally, my text was fulfilled: "Ye have sold yourselves for nought;
+and ye shall be redeemed without money."
+
+There is enough Gospel in this text for fifty sermons; though I never
+heard of its being preached on. There are persons in this house who
+have, like the Jews of the text, sold out. You do not seem to belong
+either to yourselves or to God. The title-deeds have been passed over
+to "the world, the flesh, and the devil," but the purchaser has never
+paid up. "Ye have sold yourselves for nought."
+
+When a man passes himself over to the world he expects to get some
+adequate compensation. He has heard the great things that the world
+does for a man, and he believes it. He wants two hundred and fifty
+thousand dollars. That will be horses, and houses, and a
+summer-resort, and jolly companionship. To get it he parts with his
+physical health by overwork. He parts with his conscience. He parts
+with much domestic enjoyment. He parts with opportunities 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 his nature is gone. He pays down
+the second installment, and one half of his nature is gone. He pays
+down the third installment, and three quarters of his nature are gone;
+and after many years have gone by he pays down the fourth installment,
+and, lo! his entire nature is gone. Then he comes up to the world and
+says: "Good-morning. I have delivered to you the goods. I have passed
+over to you my body, my mind, and my soul, and I have come now to
+collect the two hundred and fifty thousand dollars." "Two hundred 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 now
+to fulfill your part of the contract." "But," says the world, "_I have
+failed. I am bankrupt._ I can not possibly pay that debt. I have not
+for a long while expected to pay it." "Well," you then say, "give me
+back the goods." "Oh, no," says the world, "they are all gone. I can
+not give them back to you." And there you stand on the confines of
+eternity, your spiritual character gone, staggering under the
+consideration that "you have sold yourself for nought."
+
+I tell you the world is a liar; it does not keep its promises. It is a
+cheat, and it fleeces everything it can put its hands on. It is a
+bogus world. It is a six-thousand-year-old swindle. Even if it pays
+the two hundred and fifty thousand dollars for which you contracted,
+it pays them in bonds that will not be worth anything in a little
+while. Just as a man may pay down ten thousand dollars in hard cash
+and get 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 a farthing to you a thousandth part of a second after you are
+dead. "Oh," you say, "it will help to bury me, anyhow." Oh, my
+brother! you need not worry about that. The world will bury you soon
+enough, from sanitary considerations. After you have been deceased for
+three or four days you will compel the world to bury you.
+
+Post-mortem emoluments are of no use to you. The treasures of this
+world will not pass current in the future world; and if all the 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 not do it. There 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 no cotton in
+them, as to go to this world expecting to find any permanent
+happiness. It has deceived and deluded every man that has ever put his
+trust in it.
+
+History tells us of one who resolved that he would have all his senses
+gratified at one and the same time, and he expended thousands of
+dollars on each sense. He entered a room, and there were the first
+musicians of the land pleasing his ear, and there were fine pictures
+fascinating his eye, and there were costly aromatics regaling his
+nostril, and there were the richest meats, and wines, and fruits, and
+confections pleasing the appetite, and there was a soft couch of
+sinful indulgence on which he reclined; and the man declared afterward
+that he would give ten times what he had given if he could have one
+week of such enjoyment, even though he lost his soul by it. Ah! that
+was the rub. He did lose his soul by it! Cyrus the Conqueror thought
+for a little while that he was making a fine thing out of this world,
+and yet before he came to his grave he wrote out this pitiful epitaph
+for his monument: "I am Cyrus. I occupied the Persian Empire. I was
+king over Asia. Begrudge me not this monument." But 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, thinking I am happy,
+but feeling I am not." Call the roll, and be quick about it. Samuel
+Johnson, the learned! Happy? "No. I am afraid I shall some day get
+crazy." William Hazlitt, the great essayist! Happy? "No. I have been
+for two hours and a half going up and down Paternoster Row with a
+volcano in my breast." Smollett, the witty author! Happy? "No. I am
+sick of praise and blame, and I wish to God that I 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. for protection! Happy? "No. Over mountains
+covered with snow, and through valleys flooded with rain, I come a
+fugitive." Molière, the popular dramatic author! Happy? "No. That
+wretch of an actor just now recited four of my lines without the
+proper accent and gesture. To have the children of my brain so hung,
+drawn, and quartered, tortures me like a condemned spirit."
+
+I went to see a worldling die. As I went into the hall I saw its floor
+was tessellated, and its wall was a picture-gallery. I found his
+death-chamber adorned with tapestry until it seemed as if the clouds
+of the setting sun had settled in the room. The man had given forty
+years to the world--his wit, his time, his genius, his talent, his
+soul. Did the world come in to stand by his death-bed, and clearing
+off the vials of bitter medicine, put down any compensation? Oh, no!
+The world does not like sick and dying people, and leaves them in the
+lurch. It ruined this man, and then left him. He had a magnificent
+funeral. All the ministers wore scarfs, and there were forty-three
+carriages in a row; but the departed man appreciated not the
+obsequies.
+
+I want to persuade my audience that this world is a poor investment;
+that it does not pay ninety per cent. of satisfaction, nor eighty per
+cent., nor twenty per cent., nor two per cent., nor one; that it gives
+no solace when a dead babe lies on your lap; that it gives no peace
+when conscience rings its alarm; that it gives no explanation in the
+day of dire trouble; and at the time of your decease it takes hold of
+the pillow-case, and shakes out the feathers, and then jolts down in
+the place thereof sighs, and groans, and execrations, and then makes
+you put your head on it. Oh, ye who have tried this world, is it a
+satisfactory portion? Would you advise your friends to make the
+investment? No. "Ye have sold yourselves for nought." Your conscience
+went. Your hope went. Your Bible went. Your heaven went. Your God
+went. When a sheriff under a writ from the courts sells a man out, the
+officer generally leaves a few chairs and a bed, and a few cups and
+knives; but in this awful vendue in which you have been engaged the
+auctioneer's mallet has come down upon body, mind, and soul: Going!
+Gone! "Ye have sold yourselves for nought."
+
+How could you do so? Did you think that your soul was a mere trinket
+which for a few pennies you could buy in a toy shop? Did you think
+that your soul, if once lost, might be found again if you went out
+with torches and lanterns? Did you think that your soul was
+short-lived, and that, panting, it would soon lie down for extinction?
+Or had you no idea what your soul was worth? Did you ever put your
+forefingers on its eternal pulses? Have you never felt the quiver of
+its peerless wing? Have you not known that, after leaving the body,
+the first step of your soul reaches to the stars, and the next step to
+the furthest outposts of God's universe, and that it will not die
+until the day when the everlasting Jehovah expires? Oh, my brother,
+what possessed you that you should part with your soul so cheap? "Ye
+have sold yourselves for nought."
+
+But I have some good news to tell you. I want to engage in a
+litigation for the recovery of that soul of yours. I want to show that
+you have been cheated out of it. I want to prove, as I will, that you
+were crazy on that subject, and that the world, under such
+circumstances, has no right to take the title-deed from you; and if
+you will join me I shall get a decree from the High Chancery Court of
+Heaven reinstating you into the possession of your soul. "Oh," you
+say, "I am afraid of lawsuits; they are so expensive, and I can not
+pay the cost." Then have you forgotten the last half of my text? "Ye
+have sold yourselves for nought; and ye shall be redeemed without
+money."
+
+Money is good for a great many things, but it can not do anything in
+this matter of the soul. You can not buy your way through. Dollars and
+pounds sterling mean nothing at the gate of mercy. If you could buy
+your salvation, heaven would be a great speculation, an extension of
+Wall Street. Bad men would go up and buy out the place, and leave us
+to shift for ourselves. But as money is not a lawful tender, what is?
+I will answer: Blood! Whose? Are we to go through the slaughter? Oh,
+no; it wants richer blood than ours. It wants a king's blood. It must
+be poured from royal arteries. It must be a sinless torrent. But where
+is the king? I see a great many thrones and a great many occupants,
+yet none seem to be coming down to the rescue. But after awhile the
+clock of night in Bethlehem strikes twelve, and the silver pendulum of
+a star swings across the sky, and I see the King of Heaven rising up,
+and He descends, and steps down from star to star, and from cloud to
+cloud, lower and lower, until He touches the sheep-covered hills, and
+then on to another hill, this last skull-covered, and there, at the
+sharp stroke of persecution, a rill incarnadine trickles down, and we
+who could not be redeemed by money are redeemed by precious and
+imperial blood.
+
+We have in this day professed Christians who are so rarefied and
+etherealized that they do not want a religion of blood. What do you
+want? You seem to want a religion of brains. The Bible says: "In the
+blood is the life." No atonement without blood. Ought not the apostle
+to know? What did he say? "Ye are redeemed not with corruptible
+things, such as silver and gold, but by the precious blood of Christ."
+You put your lancet into the arm of our holy religion and withdraw the
+blood, and you leave it a mere corpse, fit only for the grave. Why did
+God command the priests of old to strike the knife into the kid, and
+the goat, and the pigeon, and the bullock, and the lamb? It was so
+that when the blood rushed out from these animals on the floor of the
+ancient tabernacle the people should be compelled to think of the
+coming carnage of the Son of God. No blood, no atonement.
+
+I think that God intended to impress us with the vividness of that
+color. The green of the grass, the blue of the sky, would not have
+startled and aroused us like this deep crimson. It is as if God had
+said: "Now, sinner, wake up and see what the Saviour endured for you.
+This is not water. This is not wine. It is blood. It is the blood of
+my own Son. It is the blood of the Immaculate. It is the blood of
+God." Without the shedding of blood is no remission. There has been
+many a man who in courts of law has pleaded "not guilty," who
+nevertheless has been condemned because there was blood found on his
+hands, or blood found in his room; and what shall we do in the last
+day if it be found that we have recrucified the Lord of Glory and have
+never repented of it? You must believe in the blood or die. No
+escape. Unless you let the sacrifice of Jesus go in your stead you
+yourself must suffer. It is either Christ's blood or your blood.
+
+"Oh," says some one, "the thought of blood sickens me." Good. God
+intended it to sicken you with your sin. Do not act as though you had
+nothing to do with that Calvarian massacre. You had. Your sins were
+the implements of torture. Those implements were not made of steel,
+and iron, and wood, so much as out of your sins. Guilty of this
+homicide, and this regicide, and this deicide, confess your guilt
+to-day. Ten thousand voices of heaven bring in the verdict against you
+of guilty, guilty. Prepare to die, or believe in that blood. Stretch
+yourself out for the sacrifice, or accept the Saviour's sacrifice. Do
+not fling away your one chance.
+
+It seems to me as if all heaven were trying to bid in your soul. The
+first bid it makes is the tears of Christ at the tomb of Lazarus; but
+that is not a high enough price. The next bid heaven makes is the
+sweat of Gethsemane; but it is too cheap a price. The next bid heaven
+makes seems to be the whipped back of Pilate's hall; but it is not a
+high enough price. Can it be possible that heaven can not buy you in?
+Heaven tries once more. It says: "I bid this time for that man's soul
+the tortures of Christ's martyrdom, 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 knee, the blood on His foot--the blood
+in drops, the blood in rills, the blood in pools coagulated beneath
+the cross; the blood that wet the tips of the soldiers' spears, the
+blood that plashed warm in the faces of His enemies." Glory to God,
+that bid wins it! The highest price that was ever paid for anything
+was paid for your soul. Nothing could buy it but blood! The estranged
+property is bought back. Take it. "You have sold yourselves for
+nought; and ye shall be redeemed without money." O atoning blood,
+cleansing blood, life-giving blood, sanctifying blood, glorifying
+blood of Jesus! Why not burst 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 nothing to do with it except that,
+like the Jews, I put both my hands into that carnage and scoop up both
+palms full, and throw it on my head and cry: 'His blood be on us and
+on our children!'" Can you do such a shocking thing as that? Just rub
+your handkerchief across your brow and look at it. It is the blood of
+the Son of God whom you have despised and driven back all these years.
+Oh, do not do that any longer! Come out frankly and boldly and
+honestly, and tell Christ you are sorry. You can not afford to so
+roughly treat Him upon whom everything depends.
+
+I do not know how you will get away from this subject. You see that
+you are sold out, and that Christ wants to buy you back. There are
+three persons who come after you to-night: God the Father, God the
+Son, and God the Holy Ghost. They unite their three omnipotences in
+one movement for your salvation. You will not take up arms against the
+Triune God, will you? Is there enough muscle in your arm for such a
+combat? By the highest throne in heaven, and by the deepest chasm in
+hell, I beg you look out. Unless you allow Christ to carry away your
+sins, they will carry you away. Unless you allow Christ to lift you
+up, they will drag you down. There is only one hope for you, and that
+is the blood. Christ, the sin-offering, bearing your transgressions.
+Christ, the surety, paying your debts. Christ, the divine Cyrus,
+loosening your Babylonish captivity.
+
+Would you not like to be free? Here is the price of your
+liberation--not money, but blood. I tremble from head to foot, not
+because I fear your presence, for I am used to that, but because I
+fear that you will miss your chance for immortal rescue, and die. This
+is the alternative divinely put: "He that believeth on the Son shall
+have everlasting life; and he that believeth not on the Son shall not
+see life, but the wrath of God abideth on him." In the last day, if
+you now reject Christ, every drop of that sacrificial blood, instead
+of pleading for your release as it would have pleaded if you had
+repented, will plead against you. It will seem to say: "They refused
+the ransom; they chose to die; let them die; they must die. Down with
+them to the weeping and the wailing. Depart! go away from me. You
+would not have me, now I will not have you. Sold out for eternity."
+
+O Lord God of the judgment day! avert that calamity! Let us see the
+quick flash of the cimeter that slays the sin but saves the sinner.
+Strike, omnipotent God, for the soul's deliverance! Beat, O eternal
+sea! with all thy waves against the barren beach of that rocky soul,
+and make it tremble. Oh! the oppressiveness of the hour, the minute,
+the second, on which the soul's destiny quivers, and this is that
+hour, that minute, that second!
+
+I wonder what proportion of this audience will be saved? What
+proportion will be lost? When the "Schiller" went down, out of three
+hundred and eighty people only forty were saved. When the "Ville du
+Havre" went down, out of three hundred and forty about fifty were
+saved. Out of this audience to-day, how many will get to the shore of
+heaven? It is no idle question for me to ask, for many of you I shall
+never see again until the day when the books are open.
+
+Some years ago there came down a fierce storm on the sea-coast, and a
+vessel got in the breakers and was going to pieces. They threw up some
+signal of distress, and the people on the shore saw them. They put out
+in a life-boat. They came on, and they saw the poor sailors, almost
+exhausted, clinging to a raft; and so afraid were the boatmen that the
+men would give up before they got to them, they gave them three rounds
+of cheers, and cried: "Hold on, there! Hold on! We'll save you!" After
+awhile the boat came up. One man was saved by having the boat-hook put
+in the collar of his coat; and some in one way, and some in another;
+but they all got into the boat. "Now," says the captain, "for the
+shore. Pull away now, pull!" The people on the land were afraid the
+life-boat had gone down. They said: "How long the boat stays. Why, it
+must have been swamped, and they have all perished together."
+
+And there were men and women on the pier-heads and on the beach
+wringing their hands; and while they waited and watched, they saw
+something looming up through the mist, and it turned out to be the
+life-boat. As soon as it came within speaking distance the people on
+the shore cried out: "Did you save any of them? Did you save any of
+them?" And as the boat swept through the boiling surf and came to the
+pier-head, the captain waved his hand over the exhausted sailors that
+lay flat on the bottom of the boat, and cried: "All saved! Thank God!
+All saved!" So may it be to-day. The waves of your sin run high, the
+storm is on you, the danger is appalling. Oh! shipwrecked soul, I have
+come for you. I cheer you with this Gospel hope. God grant that within
+the next ten minutes we may row with you into the harbor of God's
+mercy. And when these Christian men gather around to see the result of
+this service, and the glorified gathering on the pier-heads of heaven
+to watch and to listen, may we be able to report all saved! Young and
+old, good and bad! All saved! Saved from sin, and death, and hell.
+Saved for time. Saved for eternity. "And so it came to pass that they
+all escaped safe to land."
+
+
+
+
+SUMMER TEMPTATIONS.
+
+ "Come ye yourselves apart unto a desert place and rest
+ awhile."--MARK vi: 31.
+
+
+Here Christ advises His apostles to take a vacation. They have been
+living an excited as well as a useful life, and He advises that they
+get out into the country. When, six weeks ago, standing in this place,
+I advocated, with all the energy I could command, the Saturday
+afternoon holiday, I did not think the people would so soon get that
+release. By divine fiat it has come, and I rejoice that more people
+will have opportunity of recreation this summer than in any previous
+summer. Others will have whole weeks and months of rest. The railway
+trains are being laden with passengers and baggage on their way to the
+mountains and the lakes and the sea-shore. Multitudes of our citizens
+are packing their trunks for a restorative absence.
+
+The city heats are pursuing the people with torch and fear of
+sunstroke. The long silent halls of sumptuous hotels are all abuzz
+with excited arrivals. The crystalline surface of Winnipiseogee is
+shattered with the stroke of steamer, laden with excursionists. The
+antlers of Adirondack deer rattle under the shot of city sportsmen.
+The trout make fatal snaps at the hook of adroit sportsmen and toss
+their spotted brilliance into the game-basket. Already the baton of
+the orchestral leader taps the music-stand on the hotel green, and
+American life puts on festal array, and the rumbling of the tenpin
+alley, and the crack of the ivory balls on the green-baized billiard
+tables, and the jolting of the bar-room goblets, and the explosive
+uncorking of champagne bottles, and the whirl and the rustle of the
+ball-room dance, and the clattering hoofs of the race-courses, attest
+that the season for the great American watering-places is fairly
+inaugurated. Music--flute and drum and cornet-à-piston and clapping
+cymbals--will wake the echoes of the mountains.
+
+Glad I am that fagged-out American life for the most part will have an
+opportunity to rest, and that nerves racked and destroyed will find a
+Bethesda. I believe in watering-places. Let not the commercial firm
+begrudge the clerk, or the employer the journeyman, or the patient the
+physician, or the church its pastor, a season of inoccupation. Luther
+used to sport with his children; Edmund Burke used to caress his
+favorite horse; Thomas Chalmers, in the dark hours of the church's
+disruption, played kite for recreation--as I was told by his own
+daughter--and the busy Christ said to the busy apostles: "Come ye
+apart awhile into the desert and rest yourselves." And I have observed
+that they who do not know how to rest do not know how to work.
+
+But I have to declare this truth to-day, that some of our fashionable
+watering-places are the temporal and eternal destruction of "a
+multitude that no man can number," and amid the congratulations of
+this season and the prospect of the departure of many of you for the
+country I must utter a note of warning--plain, earnest, and
+unmistakable.
+
+I. The first temptation that is apt to hover in this direction is to
+leave your piety all at home. You will send the dog and cat and canary
+bird to be well cared for somewhere else; but the temptation will be
+to leave your religion in the room with the blinds down and the door
+bolted, and then you will come back in the autumn to find that it is
+starved and suffocated, lying stretched on the rug stark dead. There
+is no surplus of piety at the watering-places. I never knew any one to
+grow very rapidly in grace at the Catskill Mountain House, or Sharon
+Springs, or the Falls of Montmorency. It is generally the case that
+the Sabbath is more of a carousal than any other day, and there are
+Sunday walks and Sunday rides and Sunday excursions.
+
+Elders and deacons and ministers of religion who are entirely
+consistent at home, sometimes when the Sabbath dawns on them at
+Niagara Falls or the White Mountains take the day to themselves. If
+they go to the church, it is apt to be a sacred parade, and the
+discourse, instead of being a plain talk about the soul, is apt to be
+what is called _a crack sermon_--that is, some discourse picked out of
+the effusions of the year as the one most adapted to excite
+admiration; and in those churches, from the way the ladies hold their
+fans, you know that they are not so much impressed with the heat as
+with the picturesqueness of half-disclosed features. Four puny souls
+stand in the organ-loft and squall a tune that nobody knows, and
+worshipers, with two thousand dollars' worth of diamonds on the right
+hand, drop a cent into the poor-box, and then the benediction is
+pronounced and the farce is ended.
+
+The toughest thing I ever tried to do was to be good at a
+watering-place. The air is bewitched with "the world, the flesh, and
+the devil." There are Christians who in three or four weeks in such a
+place have had such terrible rents made in their Christian robe that
+they had to keep darning it until Christmas to get it mended! The
+health of a great many people makes an annual visit to some mineral
+spring an absolute necessity; but, my dear people, take your Bible
+along with you, and take an hour for secret prayer every day, though
+you be surrounded by guffaw and saturnalia. Keep holy the Sabbath,
+though they denounce you as a bigoted Puritan. Stand off from those
+institutions which propose to imitate on this side the water the
+iniquities of Baden-Baden. Let your moral and your immortal health
+keep pace with your physical recuperation, and remember that all the
+waters of Hathorne and sulphur and chalybeate springs can not do you
+so much good as the mineral, healing, perennial flood that breaks
+forth from the "Rock of Ages." This may be your last summer. If so,
+make it a fit vestibule of heaven.
+
+II. Another temptation around nearly all our watering-places is the
+horse-racing business. We all admire the horse. There needs to be a
+redistribution of coronets among the brute creation. For ages the lion
+has been called the king of beasts. I knock off its coronet and put
+the crown upon the horse, in every way nobler, whether in shape or
+spirit or sagacity or intelligence or affection or usefulness. He is
+semi-human, and knows how to reason on a small scale. The centaur of
+olden times, part horse and part man, seems to be a suggestion of the
+fact that the horse is something more than a beast.
+
+Job sets forth his strength, his beauty, his majesty, the panting of
+his nostril, the pawing of his hoof, and his enthusiasm for the
+battle. What Rosa Bonheur did for the cattle, and what Landseer did
+for the dog, Job, with mightier pencil, does for the horse.
+Eighty-eight times does the Bible speak of him. He comes into every
+kingly procession and into every great occasion and into every
+triumph. It is very evident that Job and David and Isaiah and Ezekiel
+and Jeremiah and John were fond of the horse. He came into much of
+their imagery. A red horse--that meant war; a black horse--that meant
+famine; a pale horse--that meant death; a white horse--that meant
+victory.
+
+As the Bible makes a favorite of the horse, the patriarch and the
+prophet and the evangelist and the apostle, stroking his sleek hide,
+and patting his rounded neck, and tenderly lifting his exquisitely
+formed hoof, and listening with a thrill to the champ of his bit, so
+all great natures in all ages have spoken of him in encomiastic terms.
+Virgil in his Georgics almost seems to plagiarize from the description
+of Job. The Duke of Wellington would not allow any one irreverently to
+touch his old war-horse, Copenhagen, on whom he had ridden fifteen
+hours without dismounting at Waterloo; and when old Copenhagen died,
+his master ordered a military salute fired over his grave. John
+Howard showed that he did not exhaust all his sympathies in pitying
+the human race, for when sick he writes home: "Has my old chaise-horse
+become sick or spoiled?"
+
+But we do not think that the speed of the horse should be cultured at
+the expense of human degradation. Horse-races, in olden times, were
+under the ban of Christian people, and in our day the same institution
+has come up under fictitious names, and it is called a "Summer
+Meeting," almost suggestive of positive religious exercises. And it is
+called an "Agricultural Fair," suggestive of everything that is
+improving in the art of farming. But under these deceptive titles are
+the same cheating and the same betting, the same drunkenness and the
+same vagabondage and the same abominations that were to be found under
+the old horse-racing system.
+
+I never knew a man yet who could give himself to the pleasures of the
+turf for a long reach of time, and not be battered in morals. They
+hook up their spanking team, and put on their sporting-cap, and light
+their cigar, and take the reins, and dash down the road to perdition.
+The great day at Saratoga, and Long Branch, and Cape May, and nearly
+all the other watering-places, is the day of the races. The hotels are
+thronged, nearly every kind of equipage is taken up at an almost
+fabulous price, and there are many respectable people mingling with
+jockeys, and gamblers, and libertines, and foul-mouthed men and flashy
+women. The bar-tender stirs up the brandy-smash. The bets run high.
+The greenhorns, supposing all is fair, put in their money soon enough
+to lose it. Three weeks before the race takes place the struggle is
+decided, and the men in the secret know on which steed to bet their
+money. The two men on the horses riding around long before arranged
+who shall beat.
+
+Leaning from the stand or from the carriage are men and women so
+absorbed in the struggle of bone and muscle and mettle that they make
+a grand harvest for the pickpockets, who carry off the pocket-books
+and portemonnaies. Men looking on see only two horses with two riders
+flying around the ring; but there is many a man on that stand whose
+honor and domestic happiness and fortune--white mane, white foot,
+white flank--are in the ring, racing with inebriety, and with fraud,
+and with profanity, and with ruin--black neck, black foot, black
+flank. Neck and neck they go in that moral Epsom.
+
+Ah, my friends, have nothing to do with horse-racing dissipations this
+summer. Long ago the English government got through looking to the
+turf for the dragoon and light-cavalry horse. They found the turf
+depreciates the stock, and it is yet worse for men. Thomas Hughes, the
+member of parliament and the author, known all the world over, hearing
+that a new turf enterprise was being started in this country, wrote a
+letter, in which he said: "Heaven help you, then; for of all the
+cankers of our old civilization there is nothing in this country
+approaching in unblushing meanness, in rascality holding its head
+high, to this belauded institution of the British turf." Another
+famous sportsman writes: "How many fine domains have been shared among
+these hosts of rapacious sharks during the last two hundred years; and
+unless the system be altered, how many more are doomed to fall into
+the same gulf!" The Duke of Hamilton, through his horse-racing
+proclivities, in three years got through his entire fortune of
+£70,000, and I will say that some of you are being undermined by it.
+With the bull-fights of Spain and the bear-baitings of the pit may the
+Lord God annihilate the infamous and accursed horse-racing of England
+and America.
+
+III. I go further, and speak of another temptation that hovers over
+the watering-places; and this is the temptation to sacrifice physical
+strength. The modern Bethesda was intended to recuperate the physical
+health; and yet how many come from the watering-places, their health
+absolutely destroyed! New York and Brooklyn idiots boasting of having
+imbibed twenty glasses of Congress water before breakfast. Families
+accustomed to going to bed at ten o'clock at night gossiping until one
+or two o'clock in the morning. Dyspeptics, usually very cautious about
+their health, mingling ice-creams, and lemons, and lobster-salads, and
+cocoa-nuts, until the gastric juices lift up all their voices of
+lamentation and protest. Delicate women and brainless young men
+chassezing themselves into vertigo and catalepsy. Thousands of men and
+women coming back from our watering-places in the autumn with the
+foundations laid for ailments that will last them all their life long.
+You know as well as I do that this is the simple truth.
+
+In the summer you say to your good health: "Good-bye, I am going to
+have a good time for a little while. I will be very glad to see you
+again in the autumn." Then in the autumn, when you are hard at work in
+your office, or store, or shop, or counting-room, Good Health will
+come and say: "Good-bye, I am going." You say: "Where are you going?"
+"Oh," says Good Health, "I am going to take a vacation!" It is a poor
+rule that will not work both ways, and your good health will leave you
+choleric and splenetic and exhausted. You coquetted with your good
+health in the summer-time, and your good health is coquetting with you
+in the winter-time. A fragment of Paul's charge to the jailer would be
+an appropriate inscription for the hotel-register in every
+watering-place: "Do thyself no harm."
+
+IV. Another temptation hovering around the watering-place is to the
+formation of hasty and life-long alliances. The watering-places are
+responsible for more of the domestic infelicities of this country than
+all the other things combined. Society is so artificial there that no
+sure judgment of character can be formed. Those who form
+companionships amid such circumstances go into a lottery where there
+are twenty blanks to one prize. In the severe tug of life you want
+more than glitter and splash. Life is not a ball-room where the music
+decides the step, and bow and prance and graceful swing of long trail
+can make up for strong common sense. You might as well go among the
+gayly painted yachts of a summer regatta to find war vessels as to go
+among the light spray of the summer watering-place to find character
+that can stand the test of the great struggle of human life. Ah, in
+the battle of life you want a stronger weapon than a lace fan or a
+croquet mallet! The load of life is so heavy that in order to draw it,
+you want a team stronger than one made up of a masculine grasshopper
+and a feminine butterfly.
+
+If there is any man in the community that excites my contempt, and
+that ought to excite the contempt of every man and woman, it is the
+soft-handed, soft-headed fop, who, perfumed until the air is actually
+sick, spends his summer in taking killing attitudes, and waving
+sentimental adieus, and talking infinitesimal nothings, and finding
+his heaven in the set of a lavender kid-glove. Boots as tight as an
+Inquisition, two hours of consummate skill exhibited in the tie of a
+flaming cravat, his conversation made up of "Ah's" and "Oh's" and
+"He-hee's." It would take five hundred of them stewed down to make a
+teaspoonful of calves-foot jelly. There is only one counterpart to
+such a man as that, and that is the frothy young woman at the
+watering-place, her conversation made up of French moonshine; what she
+has on her head only equaled by what she has on her back; useless ever
+since she was born, and to be useless until she is dead: and what they
+will do with her in the next world I do not know, except to set her
+upon the banks of the River Life for eternity to look sweet! God
+intends us to admire music and fair faces and graceful step, but amid
+the heartlessness and the inflation and the fantastic influences of
+our modern watering-places, beware how you make life-long covenants!
+
+V. Another temptation that will hover over the watering-place is that
+of baneful literature. Almost every one starting off for the summer
+takes some reading matter. It is a book out of the library or off the
+bookstand, or bought of the boy hawking books through the cars. I
+really believe there is more pestiferous trash read among the
+intelligent classes in July and August than in all the other ten
+months of the year. Men and women who at home would not be satisfied
+with a book that was not really sensible, I found sitting on
+hotel-piazzas or under the trees reading books the index of which
+would make them blush if they knew that you knew what the book was.
+
+"Oh," they say, "you must have intellectual recreation!" Yes. There is
+no need that you take along into a watering-place "Hamilton's
+Metaphysics" or some thunderous discourse on the eternal decrees, or
+"Faraday's Philosophy." There are many easy books that are good. You
+might as well say: "I propose now to give a little rest to my
+digestive organs; and, instead of eating heavy meat and vegetables, I
+will for a little while take lighter food--a little strychnine and a
+few grains of ratsbane." Literary poison in August is as bad as
+literary poison in December. Mark that. Do not let the frogs and the
+lice of a corrupt printing-press jump and crawl into your Saratoga
+trunk or White Mountain valise.
+
+Would it not be an awful thing for you to be struck with lightning
+some day when you had in your hand one of these paper-covered
+romances--the hero a Parisian _roué_, the heroine an unprincipled
+flirt--chapters in the book that you would not read to your children
+at the rate of $100 a line? Throw out all that stuff from your summer
+baggage. Are there not good books that are easy to read--books of
+entertaining travel, books of congenial history, books of pure fun,
+books of poetry ringing with merry canto, books of fine engravings,
+books that will rest the mind as well as purify the heart and elevate
+the whole life? My hearers, there will not be an hour between this
+and the day of your death when you can afford to read a book lacking
+in moral principle.
+
+VI. Another temptation hovering all around our watering-places is the
+intoxicating beverage. I am told that it is becoming more and more
+fashionable for woman to drink. I care not how well a woman may dress,
+if she has taken enough of wine to flush her cheek and put glassiness
+on her eyes, she is intoxicated. She may be handed into a $2500
+carriage, and have diamonds enough to confound the Tiffanys--she is
+intoxicated. She may be a graduate of Packer Institute, and the
+daughter of some man in danger of being nominated for the
+Presidency--she is drunk. You may have a larger vocabulary than I
+have, and you may say in regard to her that she is "convivial," or she
+is "merry," or she is "festive," or she is "exhilarated," but you can
+not with all your garlands of verbiage cover up the plain fact that it
+is an old-fashioned case of drunk.
+
+Now, the watering-places are full of temptations to men and women to
+tipple. At the close of the tenpin or billiard-game they tipple. At
+the close of the cotillon they tipple. Seated on the piazza cooling
+themselves off they tipple. The tinged glasses come around with bright
+straws, and they tipple. First they take "light wines," as they call
+them; but "light wines" are heavy enough to debase the appetite. There
+is not a very long road between champagne at $5 a bottle and whiskey
+at five cents a glass.
+
+Satan has three or four grades down which he takes men to destruction.
+One man he takes up, and through one spree pitches him into eternal
+darkness. That is a rare case. Very seldom, indeed, can you find a man
+who will be such a fool as that.
+
+When a man goes down to destruction Satan brings him to a plane. It is
+almost a level. The depression is so slight that you can hardly see
+it. The man does not actually know that he is on the down grade, and
+it tips only a little toward darkness--just a little. And the first
+mile it is claret, and the second mile it is sherry, and the third
+mile it is punch, and the fourth mile it is ale, and the fifth mile it
+is porter, and the sixth mile it is brandy, and then it gets steeper
+and steeper and steeper, and the man gets frightened and says, "Oh,
+let me get off!" "No," says the conductor, "this is an express train,
+and it does not stop until it gets to the Grand Central Depot at
+Smashupton." Ah, "look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it
+giveth its color in the cup, when it moveth itself aright. At the last
+it biteth like a serpent and stingeth like an adder." And if any young
+man in my congregation should get astray this summer in this direction
+it will not be because I have not given him fair warning.
+
+My friends, whether you tarry at home--which will be quite as safe and
+perhaps quite as comfortable--or go into the country, arm yourself
+against temptation. The grace of God is the only safe shelter, whether
+in town or country. There are watering-places accessible to all of us.
+You can not open a book of the Bible without finding out some such
+watering-place. Fountains open for sin and uncleanliness; wells of
+salvation; streams from Lebanon; a flood struck out of the rock by
+Moses; fountains in the wilderness discovered by Hagar; water to
+drink and water to bathe in; the river of God, which is full of water;
+water of which if a man drink he shall never thirst; wells of water in
+the Valley of Baca; living fountains of water; a pure river of water
+as clear as crystal from under the throne of God.
+
+These are watering-places accessible to all of us. We do not have a
+laborious packing up before we start--only the throwing away of our
+transgressions. No expensive hotel bills to pay; it is "without money
+and without price." No long and dirty travel before we get there; it
+is only one step away. California in five minutes. I walked around and
+saw ten fountains, all bubbling up, and they were all different. And
+in five minutes I can get through this Bible _parterre_ and find you
+fifty bright, sparkling fountains bubbling up into eternal life.
+
+A chemist will go to one of these summer watering-places and take the
+water and analyze it and tell you that it contains so much of iron,
+and so much of soda, and so much of lime, and so much of magnesia. I
+come to this Gospel well, this living fountain and analyze the water,
+and I find that its ingredients are peace, pardon, forgiveness, hope,
+comfort, life, heaven. "Ho, every one that thirsteth, come ye" to this
+watering-place!
+
+Crowd around this Bethesda this morning! Oh, you sick, you lame, you
+troubled, you dying--crowd around this Bethesda! Step in it! Oh, step
+in it! The angel of the covenant this morning stirs the water. Why do
+you not step in it? Some of you are too weak to take a step in that
+direction. Then we take you up in the arms of our closing prayer and
+plunge you clean under the wave, hoping that the cure may be as sudden
+and as radical as with Captain Naaman, who, blotched and carbuncled,
+stepped into the Jordan, and after the seventh dive came up, his skin
+roseate-complexioned as the flesh of a little child.
+
+
+
+
+THE BANISHED QUEEN.
+
+ "Also Vashti the queen made a feast for the women in the royal
+ house which belonged to King Ahasuerus. On the seventh day
+ when the heart of the king was merry with wine, he commanded
+ Mehuman, Biztha, Harbona, Bigtha, and Abagtha, Zethar, and
+ Carcas, the seven chamberlains that served in the presence of
+ Ahasuerus the king, to bring Vashti the queen before the king
+ with the crown royal, to show the people and the princes her
+ beauty: for she was fair to look on. But the Queen Vashti
+ refused to come at the king's commandment by his chamberlains;
+ therefore was the king very wroth, and his anger burned in
+ him."--ESTHER i: 9-12.
+
+
+We stand amid the palaces of Shushan. The pinnacles are aflame with
+the morning light. The columns rise festooned and wreathed, the wealth
+of empires flashing from the grooves; the ceilings adorned with images
+of bird and beast, and scenes of prowess and conquest. The walls are
+hung with shields, and emblazoned until it seems that the whole round
+of splendors is exhausted. Each arch is a mighty leaf of architectural
+achievement. Golden stars shining down on glowing arabesque. Hangings
+of embroidered work in which mingle the blueness of the sky, the
+greenness of the grass, and the whiteness of the sea-foam. Tapestries
+hung on silver rings, wedding together the pillars of marble.
+Pavilions reaching out in every direction. These for repose, filled
+with luxuriant couches, in which weary limbs sink until all fatigue is
+submerged. Those for carousal, where kings drink down a kingdom at one
+swallow.
+
+Amazing spectacle!
+
+Light of silver dripping down over stairs of ivory on shields of gold.
+Floors of stained marble, sunset red and night black, and inlaid with
+gleaming pearl.
+
+In connection with this palace there is a garden, where the mighty men
+of foreign lands are seated at a banquet. Under the spread of oak and
+linden and acacia the tables are arranged. The breath of honeysuckle
+and frankincense fills the air. Fountains leap up into the light, the
+spray struck through with rainbows falling in crystalline baptism upon
+flowering shrubs--then rolling down through channels of marble, and
+widening out here and there into pools swirling with the finny tribes
+of foreign aquariums, bordered with scarlet anemones, hypericums, and
+many-colored ranunculi.
+
+Meats of rarest bird and beast smoking up amid wreaths of aromatics.
+The vases filled with apricots and almonds. The baskets piled up with
+apricots and figs and oranges and pomegranates. Melons tastefully
+twined with leaves of acacia. The bright waters of Eulæus filling the
+urns and dropping outside the rim in flashing beads amid the
+traceries. Wine from the royal vats of Ispahan and Shiraz, in bottles
+of tinged shell, and lily-shaped cups of silver, and flagons and
+tankards of solid gold. The music rises higher, and the revelry breaks
+out into wilder transport, and the wine has flushed the cheek and
+touched the brain, and louder than all other voices are the hiccough
+of the inebriates, the gabble of fools, and the song of the drunkards.
+
+In another part of the palace, Queen Vashti is entertaining the
+princesses of Persia at a banquet. Drunken Ahasuerus says to his
+servants, "You go out and fetch Vashti from, that banquet with the
+women, and bring her to this banquet with the men, and let me display
+her beauty." The servants immediately start to obey the king's
+command; but there was a rule in Oriental society that no woman might
+appear in public without having her face veiled. Yet here was a
+mandate that no one dare dispute, demanding that Vashti come in
+unveiled before the multitude. However, there was in Vashti's soul a
+principle more regal than Ahasuerus, more brilliant than the gold of
+Shushan, of more wealth than the realm of Persia, which commanded her
+to disobey this order of the king; and so all the righteousness and
+holiness and modesty of her nature rise up into one sublime refusal.
+She says, "I will not go into the banquet unveiled." Ahasuerus was
+infuriate; and Vashti, robbed of her position and her estate, is
+driven forth in poverty and ruin to suffer the scorn of a nation, and
+yet to receive the applause of after generations, who shall rise up to
+admire this martyr to kingly insolence. Well, the last vestige of that
+feast is gone; the last garland has faded; the last arch has fallen;
+the last tankard has been destroyed; and Shushan is a ruin; but as
+long as the world stands there will be multitudes of men and women,
+familiar with the Bible, who will come into this picture-gallery of
+God and admire the divine portrait of Vashti the queen, Vashti the
+veiled, Vashti the sacrifice, Vashti the silent.
+
+I. In the first place, I want you to look upon Vashti the queen. A
+blue ribbon, rayed with white, drawn around her forehead, indicated
+her queenly position. It was no small honor to be queen in such a
+realm as that. Hark to the rustle of her robes! See the blaze of her
+jewels! And yet, my friends, it is not necessary to have place and
+regal robe in order to be queenly. When I see a woman with stout faith
+in God, putting her foot upon all meanness and selfishness and godless
+display, going right forward to serve Christ and the race by a grand
+and a glorious service, I say: "That woman is a queen," and the ranks
+of heaven look over the battlements upon the coronation; and whether
+she comes up from the shanty on the commons or the mansion of the
+fashionable square, I greet her with the shout, "All hail, Queen
+Vashti!"
+
+What glory was there on the brow of Mary of Scotland, or Elizabeth of
+England, or Margaret of France, or Catherine of Russia, compared with
+the worth of some of our Christian mothers, many of them gone into
+glory?--or of that woman mentioned in the Scriptures, who put her all
+into the Lord's treasury?--or of Jephtha's daughter, who made a
+demonstration of unselfish patriotism?--or of Abigail, who rescued the
+herds and flocks of her husband?--or of Ruth, who toiled under a
+tropical sun for poor, old, helpless Naomi?--or of Florence
+Nightingale, who went at midnight to stanch the battle wounds of the
+Crimea?--or of Mrs. Adoniram Judson, who kindled the lights of
+salvation amid the darkness of Burmah?--or of Mrs. Hemans, who poured
+out her holy soul in words which will forever be associated with
+hunter's horn, and captive's chain, and bridal hour, and lute's throb,
+and curfew's knell at the dying day?--and scores and hundreds of
+women, unknown on earth, who have given water to the thirsty, and
+bread to the hungry, and medicine to the sick, and smiles to the
+discouraged--their footsteps heard along dark lane and in government
+hospital, and in almshouse corridor, and by prison gate? There may be
+no royal robe--there may be no palatial surroundings. She does not
+need them; for all charitable men will unite with the crackling lips
+of fever-struck hospital and plague-blotched lazaretto in greeting her
+as she passes: "Hail! Hail! Queen Vashti!"
+
+II. Again, I want you to consider Vashti the veiled. Had she appeared
+before Ahasuerus and his court on that day with her face uncovered she
+would have shocked all the delicacies of Oriental society, and the
+very men who in their intoxication demanded that she come, in their
+sober moments would have despised her. As some flowers seem to thrive
+best in the dark lane and in the shadow, and where the sun does not
+seem to reach them, so God appoints to most womanly natures a retiring
+and unobtrusive spirit.
+
+God once in awhile does call an Isabella to a throne, or a Miriam to
+strike the timbrel at the front of a host, or a Marie Antoinette to
+quell a French mob, or a Deborah to stand at the front of an armed
+battalion, crying out, "Up! Up! This is the day in which the Lord will
+deliver Sisera into thy hands." And when the women are called to such
+out-door work and to such heroic positions, God prepares them for it;
+and they have iron in their soul, and lightnings in their eye, and
+whirlwinds in their breath, and the borrowed strength of the Lord
+Omnipotent in their right arm. They walk through furnaces as though
+they were hedges of wild-flowers, and cross seas as though they were
+shimmering sapphire; and all the harpies of hell down to their dungeon
+at the stamp of womanly indignation.
+
+But these are the exceptions. Generally, Dorcas would rather make a
+garment for the poor boy; Rebecca would rather fill the trough for the
+camels; Hannah would rather make a coat for Samuel; the Hebrew maid
+would rather give a prescription for Naaman's leprosy; the woman of
+Sarepta would rather gather a few sticks to cook a meal for famished
+Elijah; Phebe would rather carry a letter for the inspired apostle;
+Mother Lois would rather educate Timothy in the Scriptures. When I see
+a woman going about her daily duty, with cheerful dignity presiding at
+the table, with kind and gentle, but firm discipline presiding in the
+nursery, going out into the world without any blast of trumpets,
+following in the footsteps of Him who went about doing good--I say:
+"This is Vashti with a veil on."
+
+But when I see a woman of unblushing boldness, loud-voiced, with a
+tongue of infinite clitter-clatter, with arrogant look, passing
+through the streets with the step of a walking-beam, gayly arrayed in
+a very hurricane of millinery, I cry out: "Vashti has lost her veil!"
+When I see a woman struggling for political preferment--trying to
+force her way on up to the ballot-box, amid the masculine demagogues
+who stand, with swollen fists and bloodshot eyes and pestiferous
+breath, to guard the polls--wanting to go through the loaferism and
+the defilement of popular sovereigns, who crawl up from the saloons
+greasy and foul and vermin-covered, to decide questions of justice and
+order and civilization--when I see a woman, I say, who wants to press
+through all that horrible scum to get to the ballot-box, I say: "Ah,
+what a pity! Vashti has lost her veil!"
+
+When I see a woman of comely features, and of adroitness of intellect,
+and endowed with all that the schools can do for one, and of high
+social position, yet moving in society with superciliousness and
+_hauteur_, as though she would have people know their place, and with
+an undefined combination of giggle and strut and rhodomontade, endowed
+with allopathic quantities of talk, but only homeopathic
+infinitesimals of sense, the terror of dry-goods clerks and railroad
+conductors, discoverers of significant meanings in plain conversation,
+prodigies of badinage and innuendo--I say: "Vashti has lost her veil."
+
+III. Again, I want you this morning to consider Vashti the sacrifice.
+Who is this that I see coming out of that palace gate of Shushan? It
+seems to me that I have seen her before. She comes homeless,
+houseless, friendless, trudging along with a broken heart. Who is she?
+It is Vashti the sacrifice. Oh! what a change it was from regal
+position to a wayfarer's crust! A little while ago, approved and
+sought for; now, none so poor as to acknowledge her acquaintanceship.
+Vashti the sacrifice!
+
+Ah! you and I have seen it many a time. Here is a home empalaced with
+beauty. All that refinement and books and wealth can do for that home
+has been done; but Ahasuerus, the husband and the father, is taking
+hold on paths of sin. He is gradually going down. After awhile he will
+flounder and struggle like a wild beast in the hunter's net--further
+away from God, further away from the right. Soon the bright apparel of
+the children will turn to rags; soon the household song will become
+the sobbing of a broken heart. The old story over again. Brutal
+Centaurs breaking up the marriage feast of Lapithæ. The house full of
+outrage and cruelty and abomination, while trudging forth from the
+palace gate are Vashti and her children. There are homes represented
+in this house this morning that are in danger of such breaking-up. Oh,
+Ahasuerus! that you should stand in a home, by a dissipated life
+destroying the peace and comfort of that home. God forbid that your
+children should ever have to wring their hands, and have people point
+their finger at them as they pass down the street, and say, "There
+goes a drunkard's child." God forbid that the little feet should ever
+have to trudge the path of poverty and wretchedness! God forbid that
+any evil spirit born of the wine-cup or the brandy-glass should come
+forth and uproot that garden, and with a lasting, blistering,
+all-consuming curse, shut forever the palace gate against Vashti and
+the children.
+
+One night during the war I went to Hagerstown to look at the army, and
+I stood on a hill-top and looked down upon them. I saw the camp-fires
+all through the valleys and all over the hills. It was a weird
+spectacle, those camp-fires, and I stood and watched them; and the
+soldiers who were gathered around them were, no doubt, talking of
+their homes, and of the long march they had taken, and of the battles
+they were to fight; but after awhile I saw these camp-fires begin to
+lower; and they continued to lower, until they were all gone out, and
+the army slept. It was imposing when I saw the camp-fires; it was
+imposing in the darkness when I thought of that great host asleep.
+Well, God looks down from heaven, and He sees the fireside of
+Christendom and the loved ones gathered around these firesides. These
+are the camp-fires where we warm ourselves at the close of day, and
+talk over the battles of life we have fought and the battles that are
+yet to come. God grant that when at last these fires begin to go out,
+and continue to lower until finally they are extinguished, and the
+ashes of consumed hopes strew the hearth of the old homestead, it may
+be because we have
+
+ "Gone to sleep that last long sleep,
+ From which none ever wake to weep."
+
+Now we are an army on the march of life. Then we shall be an army
+bivouacked in the tent of the grave.
+
+IV. Once more: I want you to look at Vashti the silent. You do not
+hear any outcry from this woman as she goes forth from the palace
+gate. From the very dignity of her nature, you know there will be no
+vociferation. Sometimes in life it is necessary to make a retort;
+sometimes in life it is necessary to resist; but there are crises when
+the most triumphant thing to do is to keep silence. The philosopher,
+confident in his newly discovered principle, waited for the coming of
+more intelligent generations, willing that men should laugh at the
+lightning-rod and cotton-gin and steam-boat--waiting for long years
+through the scoffing of philosophical schools, in grand and
+magnificent silence.
+
+Galileo, condemned by mathematicians and monks and cardinals,
+caricatured everywhere, yet waiting and watching with his telescope to
+see the coming up of stellar reenforcements, when the stars in their
+courses would fight for the Copernican system; then sitting down in
+complete blindness and deafness to wait for the coming on of the
+generations who would build his monument and bow at his grave. The
+reformer, execrated by his contemporaries, fastened in a pillory, the
+slow fires of public contempt burning under him, ground under the
+cylinders of the printing-press, yet calmly waiting for the day when
+purity of soul and heroism of character will get the sanction of earth
+and the plaudits of heaven.
+
+Affliction enduring without any complaint the sharpness of the pang,
+and the violence of the storm, and the heft of the chain, and the
+darkness of the night--waiting until a Divine hand shall be put forth
+to soothe the pang, and hush the storm, and release the captive. A
+wife abused, persecuted, and a perpetual exile from every earthly
+comfort--waiting, waiting, until the Lord shall gather up His dear
+children in a heavenly home, and no poor Vashti will ever be thrust
+out from the palace gate.
+
+Jesus, in silence and answering not a word, drinking the gall, bearing
+the cross, in prospect of the rapturous consummation when
+
+ "Angels thronged their chariot wheel,
+ And bore Him to His throne,
+ Then swept their golden harps and sung,
+ 'The glorious work is done!'"
+
+Oh, woman! does not this story of Vashti the queen, Vashti the veiled,
+Vashti the sacrifice, Vashti the silent, move your soul? My sermon
+converges into the one absorbing hope that none of you may be shut out
+of the palace gate of heaven. You can endure the hardships, and the
+privations, and the cruelties, and the misfortunes of this life if you
+can only gain admission there. Through the blood of the everlasting
+covenant you go through those gates, or never go at all. God forbid
+that you should at last be banished from the society of angels, and
+banished from the companionship of your glorified kindred, and
+banished forever. Through the rich grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, may
+you be enabled to imitate the example of Rachel, and Hannah, and
+Abigail, and Deborah, and Mary, and Esther, and Vashti.
+
+
+
+
+THE DAY WE LIVE IN.
+
+ "Who knoweth whether thou art come to the kingdom for such a
+ time as this?"--ESTHER iv. 14.
+
+
+Esther the beautiful was the wife of Ahasuerus the abominable. The
+time had come for her to present a petition to her infamous husband in
+behalf of the Jewish nation, to which she had once belonged. She was
+afraid to undertake the work, lest she should lose her own life; but
+her uncle, Mordecai, who had brought her up, encouraged her with the
+suggestion that probably she had been raised up of God for that
+peculiar mission. "Who knoweth whether thou art come to the kingdom
+for such a time as this?" Esther had her God-appointed work; you and I
+have ours. It is my business to tell you what style of men and women
+you ought to be in order that you meet the demand of the age in which
+God has cast your lot. If you have come expecting to hear abstractions
+discussed, or dry technicalities of religion glorified, you have come
+to the wrong church; but if you really would like to know what this
+age has a right to expect of you as Christian men and women, then I am
+ready in the Lord's name to look you in the face. When two armies have
+rushed into battle the officers of either army do not want a
+philosophical discussion about the chemical properties of human blood
+or the nature of gunpowder; they want some one to man the batteries
+and swab out the guns. And now, when all the forces of light and
+darkness, of heaven and hell, have plunged into the fight, it is no
+time to give ourselves to the definitions and formulas and
+technicalities and conventionalities of religion.
+
+What we want is practical, earnest, concentrated, enthusiastic, and
+triumphant help.
+
+I. In the first place, in order to meet the special demand of this
+age, you need to be an unmistakably aggressive Christian. Of
+half-and-half Christians we do not want any more. The Church of Jesus
+Christ will be better without ten thousand of them. They are the chief
+obstacle to the Church's advancement. I am speaking of another kind of
+Christian. All the appliances for your becoming an earnest Christian
+are at your hand, and there is a straight path for you into the broad
+daylight of God's forgiveness. You may have come into this Tabernacle
+the bondsmen of the world, and yet before you go out of these doors
+you may become princes of the Lord God Almighty. You remember what
+excitement there was in this country, years ago, when the Prince of
+Wales came here--how the people rushed out by hundreds of thousands to
+see him. Why? Because they expected that some day he would sit upon
+the throne of England. But what was all that honor compared with the
+honor to which God calls you--to be sons and daughters of the Lord
+Almighty; yea, to be queens and kings unto God? "They shall reign with
+Him forever and forever."
+
+But, my friends, you need to be aggressive Christians, and not like
+those persons who spend their lives in hugging their Christian graces
+and wondering why they do not make any progress. How much robustness
+of health would a man have if he hid himself in a dark closet? A great
+deal of the piety of the day is too exclusive. It hides itself. It
+needs more fresh air, more out-door exercise. There are many
+Christians who are giving their entire life to self-examination. They
+are feeling their pulses to see what is the condition of their
+spiritual health. How long would a man have robust physical health if
+he kept all the days and weeks and months and years of his life
+feeling his pulse instead of going out into active, earnest, every-day
+work?
+
+I was once amid the wonderful, bewitching cactus growths of North
+Carolina. I never was more bewildered with the beauty of flowers, and
+yet when I would take up one of these cactuses and pull the leaves
+apart, the beauty was all gone. You could hardly tell that it had ever
+been a flower. And there are a great many Christian people in this day
+just pulling apart their Christian experiences to see what there is in
+them, and there is nothing left in them. This style of
+self-examination is a damage instead of an advantage to their
+Christian character. I remember when I was a boy I used to have a
+small piece in the garden that I called my own, and I planted corn
+there, and every few days I would pull it up to see how fast it was
+growing. Now, there are a great many Christian people in this day
+whose self-examination merely amounts to the pulling up of that which
+they only yesterday or the day before planted.
+
+O my friends! if you want to have a stalwart Christian character,
+plant it right out of doors in the great field of Christian
+usefulness, and though storms may come upon it, and though the hot sun
+of trial may try to consume it, it will thrive until it becomes a
+great tree, in which the fowls of heaven may have their habitation. I
+have no patience with these flower-pot Christians. They keep
+themselves under shelter, and all their Christian experience in a
+small, exclusive circle, when they ought to plant it in the great
+garden of the Lord, so that the whole atmosphere could be aromatic
+with their Christian usefulness. What we want in the Church of God is
+more brawn of piety.
+
+The century plant is wonderfully suggestive and wonderfully beautiful,
+but I never look at it without thinking of its parsimony. It lets
+whole generations go by before it puts forth one blossom; so I have
+really more heartfelt admiration when I see the dewy tears in the blue
+eyes of the violets, for they come every spring. My Christian friends,
+time is going by so rapidly that we can not afford to be idle.
+
+A recent statistician says that human life now has an average of only
+thirty-two years. From these thirty-two years you must subtract all
+the time you take for sleep and the taking of food and recreation;
+that will leave you about sixteen years. From those sixteen years you
+must subtract all the time that you are necessarily engaged in the
+earning of a livelihood; that will leave you about eight years. From
+those eight years you must take all the days and weeks and months--all
+the length of time that is passed in childhood and sickness, leaving
+you about one year in which to work for God. Oh, my soul, wake up!
+How darest thou sleep in harvest-time and with so few hours in which
+to reap? So that I state it as a simple fact that all the time that
+the vast majority of you will have for the exclusive service of God
+will be less than one year!
+
+"But," says some man, "I liberally support the Gospel, and the church
+is open and the Gospel is preached: all the spiritual advantages are
+spread before men, and if they want to be saved, let them come to be
+saved; I have discharged all my responsibility." Ah! is that the
+Master's spirit? Is there not an old Book somewhere that commands us
+to go out into the highways and the hedges and compel the people to
+come in? What would have become of you and me if Christ had not come
+down off the hills of heaven, and if He had not come through the door
+of the Bethlehem caravansary, and if He had not with the crushed hand
+of the crucifixion knocked at the iron gate of the sepulcher of our
+spiritual death, crying, "Lazarus, come forth"? Oh, my Christian
+friends, this is no time for inertia, when all the forces of darkness
+seem to be in full blast; when steam printing-presses are publishing
+infidel tracts; when express railroad trains are carrying messengers
+of sin; when fast clippers are laden with opium and rum; when the
+night-air of our cities is polluted with the laughter that breaks up
+from the ten thousand saloons of dissipation and abandonment; when the
+fires of the second death already are kindled in the cheeks of some
+who, only a little while ago, were incorrupt. Oh, never since the
+curse fell upon the earth has there been a time when it was such an
+unwise, such a cruel, such an awful thing for the Church to sleep!
+The great audiences are not gathered in the Christian churches; the
+great audiences are gathered in temples of sin--tears of unutterable
+woe their baptism, the blood of crushed hearts the awful wine of their
+sacrament, blasphemies their litany, and the groans of the lost world
+the organ dirge of their worship.
+
+II. Again, if you want to be qualified to meet the duties which this
+age demands of you, you must on the one hand avoid reckless
+iconoclasm, and on the other hand not stick too much to things because
+they are old. The air is full of new plans, new projects, new theories
+of government, new theologies, and I am amazed to see how so many
+Christians want only novelty in order to recommend a thing to their
+confidence; and so they vacillate and swing to and fro, and they are
+useless, and they are unhappy. New plans--secular, ethical,
+philosophical, religious, cisatlantic, transatlantic--long enough to
+make a line reaching from the German universities to Great Salt Lake
+City. Ah, my brother, do not take hold of a thing merely because it is
+new. Try it by the realities of a Judgment Day.
+
+But, on the other hand, do not adhere to any thing merely because it
+is old. There is not a single enterprise of the Church or the world
+but has sometimes been scoffed at. There was a time when men derided
+even Bible societies; and when a few young men met near a hay-stack in
+Massachusetts and organized the first missionary society ever
+organized in this country, there went laughter and ridicule all around
+the Christian Church. They said the undertaking was preposterous. And
+so also the work of Jesus Christ was assailed. People cried out, "Who
+ever heard of such theories of ethics and government? Who ever
+noticed such a style of preaching as Jesus has?" Ezekiel had talked of
+mysterious wings and wheels. Here came a man from Capernaum and
+Gennesaret, and he drew his illustration from the lakes, from the
+sand, from the ravine, from the lilies, from the corn-stalks. How the
+Pharisees scoffed! How Herod derided! How Caiaphas hissed! And this
+Jesus they plucked by the beard, and they spat in his face, and they
+called him "this fellow!" All the great enterprises in and out of the
+Church have at times been scoffed at, and there have been a great
+multitude who have thought that the chariot of God's truth would fall
+to pieces if it once got out of the old rut.
+
+And so there are those who have no patience with anything like
+improvement in church architecture, or with anything like good,
+hearty, earnest church singing, and they deride any form of religious
+discussion which goes down walking among every-day men rather than
+that which makes an excursion on rhetorical stilts. Oh, that the
+Church of God would wake up to an adaptability of work! We must admit
+the simple fact that the churches of Jesus Christ in this day do not
+reach the great masses. There are fifty thousand people in Edinburgh
+who never hear the Gospel. There are one million people in London who
+never hear the Gospel. There are at least three hundred thousand souls
+in the city of Brooklyn who come not under the immediate ministrations
+of Christ's truth; and the Church of God in this day, instead of being
+a place full of living epistles, read and known of all men, is more
+like a "dead-letter" post-office.
+
+"But," say the people, "the world is going to be converted; you must
+be patient; the kingdoms of this world are to become the kingdoms of
+Christ," Never, unless the Church of Jesus Christ puts on more speed
+and energy. Instead of the Church converting the world, the world is
+converting the Church. Here is a great fortress. How shall it be
+taken? An army comes and sits around about it, cuts off the supplies,
+and says: "Now we will just wait until from exhaustion and starvation
+they will have to give up." Weeks and months, and perhaps a year, pass
+along, and finally the fortress surrenders through that starvation and
+exhaustion. But, my friends, the fortresses of sin are never to be
+taken in that way. If they are taken for God it will be by storm; you
+will have to bring up the great siege guns of the Gospel to the very
+wall and wheel the flying artillery into line, and when the armed
+infantry of heaven shall confront the battlements you will have to
+give the quick command, "Forward! Charge!"
+
+Ah, my friends, there is work for you to do and for me to do in order
+to this grand accomplishment! Here is my pulpit, and I preach in it.
+Your pulpit is the bank. Your pulpit is the store. Your pulpit is the
+editorial chair. Your pulpit is the anvil. Your pulpit is the house
+scaffolding. Your pulpit is the mechanic's shop. I may stand in this
+place and, through cowardice or through self-seeking, may keep back
+the word I ought to utter; while you, with sleeve rolled up and brow
+besweated with toil, may utter the word that will jar the foundations
+of heaven with the shout of a great victory. Oh, that this morning
+this whole audience might feel that the Lord Almighty was putting upon
+them the hands of ordination. I tell you, every one, go forth and
+preach this gospel. You have as much right to preach as I have, or as
+any man has. Only find out the pulpit where God will have you preach,
+and there preach.
+
+Hedley Vicars was a wicked man in the English army. The grace of God
+came to him. He became an earnest and eminent Christian. They scoffed
+at him, and said: "You are a hypocrite; you are as bad as ever you
+were." Still he kept his faith in Christ, and after awhile, finding
+that they could not turn him aside by calling him a hypocrite, they
+said to him: "Oh, you are nothing but a Methodist." That did not
+disturb him. He went on performing his Christian duty until he had
+formed all his troop into a Bible-class, and the whole encampment was
+shaken with the presence of God. So Havelock went into the heathen
+temple in India while the English army was there, and put a candle
+into the hand of each of the heathen gods that stood around in the
+heathen temple, and by the light of those candles, held up by the
+idols, General Havelock preached righteousness, temperance, and
+judgment to come. And who will say, on earth or in Heaven, that
+Havelock had not the right to preach?
+
+In the minister's house where I prepared for college, there was a man
+who worked, by the name of Peter Croy. He could neither read nor
+write, but he was a man of God. Often theologians would stop in the
+house--grave theologians--and at family prayers Peter Croy would be
+called upon to lead; and all those wise men sat around, wonder-struck
+at his religious efficiency. When he prayed he reached up and seemed
+to take hold of the very throne of the Almighty, and he talked with
+God until the very heavens were bowed down into the sitting-room. Oh,
+if I were dying I would rather have plain Peter Croy kneel by my
+bedside and commend my immortal spirit to God than the greatest
+archbishop, arrayed in costly canonicals. Go preach this Gospel. You
+say you are not licensed. In the name of the Lord Almighty, this
+morning, I license you. Go preach this Gospel--preach it in the
+Sabbath-schools, in the prayer-meetings, in the highways, in the
+hedges. Woe be unto you if you preach it not.
+
+III. I remark, again, that in order to be qualified to meet your duty
+in this particular age you want unbounded faith in the triumph of the
+truth and the overthrow of wickedness. How dare the Christian Church
+ever get discouraged? Have we not the Lord Almighty on our side? How
+long did it take God to slay the hosts of Sennacherib or burn Sodom or
+shake down Jericho? How long will it take God, when He once arises in
+His strength, to overthrow all the forces of iniquity? Between this
+time and that there may be long seasons of darkness--the
+chariot-wheels of God's Gospel may seem to drag heavily; but here is
+the promise, and yonder is the throne; and when Omniscience has lost
+its eyesight, and Omnipotence falls back impotent, and Jehovah is
+driven from His throne, then the Church of Jesus Christ can afford to
+be despondent, but never until then. Despots may plan and armies may
+march, and the congresses of the nations may seem to think they are
+adjusting all the affairs of the world, but the mighty men of the
+earth are only the dust of the chariot-wheels of God's providence.
+
+I think that before the sun of this century shall set the last tyranny
+will fall, and with a splendor of demonstration that shall be the
+astonishment of the universe God will set forth the brightness and
+pomp and glory and perpetuity of His eternal government. Out of the
+starry flags and the emblazoned insignia of this world God will make a
+path for His own triumph, and, returning from universal conquest, He
+will sit down, the grandest, strongest, highest throne of earth His
+footstool.
+
+ "Then shall all nations' song ascend
+ To Thee, our Ruler, Father, Friend,
+ Till heaven's high arch resounds again
+ With 'Peace on earth, good will to men.'"
+
+I preach this sermon because I want to encourage all Christian workers
+in every possible department. Hosts of the living God, march on! march
+on! His Spirit will bless you. His shield will defend you. His sword
+will strike for you. March on! march on! The despotism will fall, and
+paganism will burn its idols, and Mohammedanism will give up its false
+prophet, and Judaism will confess the true Messiah, and the great
+walls of superstition will come down in thunder and wreck at the long,
+loud blast of the Gospel trumpet. March on! march on! The besiegement
+will soon be ended. Only a few more steps on the long way; only a few
+more sturdy blows; only a few more battle cries, then God will put the
+laurel upon your brow, and from the living fountains of heaven will
+bathe off the sweat and the heat and the dust of the conflict. March
+on! march on! For you the time for work will soon be passed, and amid
+the outflashings of the judgment throne, and the trumpeting of
+resurrection angels, and the upheaving of a world of graves, and the
+hosanna and the groaning of the saved and the lost, we shall be
+rewarded for our faithfulness or punished for our stupidity. Blessed
+be the Lord God of Israel from everlasting to everlasting, and let the
+whole earth be filled with His glory. Amen and Amen.
+
+
+
+
+CAPITAL AND LABOR.
+
+ "Whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so
+ to them."--MATT. vii: 12.
+
+
+The greatest war the world has ever seen is between capital and labor.
+The strife is not like that which in history is called the Thirty
+Years' War, for it is a war of centuries, it is a war of the five
+continents, it is a war hemispheric. The middle classes in this
+country, upon whom the nation has depended for holding the balance of
+power and for acting as mediators between the two extremes, are
+diminishing; and if things go on at the same ratio as they are now
+going, it will not be very long before there will be no middle class
+in this country, but all will be very rich or very poor, princes or
+paupers, and the country will be given up to palaces and hovels.
+
+The antagonistic forces are closing in upon each other. The
+telegraphic operators' strikes, the railroad employés' strikes, the
+Pennsylvania miners' strikes, the movements of the Boycotters and the
+dynamiters are only skirmishes before a general engagement, or, if you
+prefer it, escapes through the safety-valves of an imprisoned force
+which promises the explosion of society. You may pooh-pooh it; you may
+say that this trouble, like an angry child, will cry itself to sleep;
+you may belittle it by calling it Fourierism, or Socialism, or St.
+Simonism, or Nihilism, or Communism; but that will not hinder the fact
+that it is the mightiest, the darkest, the most terrific threat of
+this century. All attempts at pacification have been dead failures,
+and monopoly is more arrogant, and the trades unions more bitter.
+"Give us more wages," cry the employés. "You shall have less," say the
+capitalists. "Compel us to do fewer hours of toil in a day." "You
+shall toil more hours," say the others. "Then, under certain
+conditions, we will not work at all," say these. "Then you shall
+starve," say those, and the workmen gradually using up that which they
+accumulated in better times, unless there be some radical change, we
+shall have soon in this country three million hungry men and women.
+Now, three million hungry people can not be kept quiet. All the
+enactments of legislatures and all the constabularies of the cities,
+and all the army and navy of the United States can not keep three
+million hungry people quiet. What then? Will this war between capital
+and labor be settled by human wisdom? Never. The brow of the one
+becomes more rigid, the fist of the other more clinched.
+
+But that which human wisdom can not achieve will be accomplished by
+Christianity if it be given full sway. You have heard of medicines so
+powerful that one drop would stop a disease and restore a patient; and
+I have to tell you that one drop of my text properly administered will
+stop all those woes of society and give convalescence and complete
+health to all classes. "Whatsoever ye would that men should do to you,
+do ye even so to them."
+
+I shall first show you this morning how this quarrel between monopoly
+and hard work can not be stopped, and then I will show you how this
+controversy will be settled.
+
+Futile remedies. In the first place, there will come no pacification
+to this trouble through an outcry against rich men merely because they
+are rich. There is no member of a trades-union on earth that would not
+be rich if he could be. Sometimes through a fortunate invention, or
+through some accident of prosperity, a man who had nothing comes to
+large estate, and we see him arrogant and supercilious, and taking
+people by the throat just as other people took him by the throat.
+There is something very mean about human nature when it comes to the
+top. But it is no more a sin to be rich than it is a sin to be poor.
+There are those who have gathered a great estate through fraud, and
+then there are millionaires who have gathered their fortune through
+foresight in regard to changes in the markets, and through brilliant
+business faculty, and every dollar of their estate is as honest as the
+dollar which the plumber gets for mending a pipe, or the mason gets
+for building a wall. There are those who keep in poverty because of
+their own fault. They might have been well-off, but they smoked or
+chewed up their earnings, or they lived beyond their means, while
+others on the same wages and on the same salaries went on to
+competency. I know a man who is all the time complaining of his
+poverty and crying out against rich men, while he himself keeps two
+dogs, and chews and smokes, and is filled to the chin with whisky and
+beer!
+
+Micawber said to David Copperfield: "Copperfield, my boy, one pound
+income, twenty shillings and sixpence expenses: result misery. But,
+Copperfield, my boy, one pound income, expenses nineteen shillings and
+sixpence; result, happiness." And there are vast multitudes of people
+who are kept poor because they are the victims of their own
+improvidence. It is no sin to be rich, and it is no sin to be poor. I
+protest against this outcry which I hear against those who, through
+economy and self-denial and assiduity, have come to large fortune.
+This bombardment of commercial success will never stop this quarrel
+between capital and labor.
+
+Neither will the contest be settled by cynical and unsympathetic
+treatment of the laboring classes. There are those who speak of them
+as though they were only cattle or draught horses. Their nerves are
+nothing, their domestic comfort is nothing, their happiness is
+nothing. They have no more sympathy for them than a hound has for a
+hare, or a hawk for a hen, or a tiger for a calf. When Jean Valjean,
+the greatest hero of Victor Hugo's writings, after a life of suffering
+and brave endurance, goes into incarceration and death, they clap the
+book shut and say, "Good for him!" They stamp their feet with
+indignation and say just the opposite of "Save the working-classes."
+They have all their sympathies with Shylock, and not with Antonio and
+Portia. They are plutocrats, and their feelings are infernal. They are
+filled with irritation and irascibility on this subject. To stop this
+awful imbroglio between capital and labor they will lift not so much
+as the tip end of the little finger.
+
+Neither will there be any pacification of this angry controversy
+through violence. God never blessed murder.
+
+The poorest use you can put a man to is to kill him. Blow up to-morrow
+all the country-seats on the banks of the Hudson, and all the fine
+houses on Madison Square, and Brooklyn Heights, and Bunker Hill, and
+Rittenhouse Square, and Beacon Street, and all the bricks and timber
+and stone will just fall back on the bare head of American labor. The
+worst enemies of the working-classes in the United States and Ireland
+are their demented coadjutors. Assassination--the assassination of
+Lord Frederick Cavendish and Mr. Burke in Phoenix Park, Dublin,
+Ireland, in the attempt to avenge the wrongs of Ireland, only turned
+away from that afflicted people millions of sympathizers. The recent
+attempt to blow up the House of Commons, in London, had only this
+effect: to throw out of employment tens of thousands of innocent Irish
+people in England.
+
+In this country the torch put to the factories that have discharged
+hands for good or bad reason; obstructions on the rail-track in front
+of midnight express trains because the offenders do not like the
+president of the company; strikes on shipboard the hour they were
+going to sail, or in printing-offices the hour the paper was to go to
+press, or in mines the day the coal was to be delivered, or on house
+scaffoldings so the builder fails in keeping his contract--all these
+are only a hard blow on the head of American labor, and cripple its
+arms, and lame its feet, and pierce its heart. Take the last great
+strike in America--the telegraph operators' strike--and you have to
+find that the operators lost four hundred thousand dollars' worth of
+wages, and have had poorer wages ever since. Traps sprung suddenly
+upon employers, and violence, never took one knot out of the knuckle
+of toil, or put one farthing of wages into a callous palm. Barbarism
+will never cure the wrongs of civilization. Mark that!
+
+Frederick the Great admired some land near his palace at Potsdam, and
+he resolved to get it. It was owned by a miller. He offered the miller
+three times the value of the property. The miller would not take it,
+because it was the old homestead, and he felt about as Naboth felt
+about his vineyard when Ahab wanted it. Frederick the Great was a
+rough and terrible man, and he ordered the miller into his presence;
+and the king, with a stick, in his hand--a stick with which he
+sometimes struck his officers of state--said to this miller: "Now, I
+have offered you three times the value of that property, and if you
+won't sell it I'll take it anyhow." The miller said, "Your majesty,
+you won't." "Yes," said the king, "I will take it." "Then," said the
+miller, "if your majesty does take it, I will sue you in the Chancery
+Court." At that threat Frederick the Great yielded his infamous
+demand. And the most imperious outrage against the working-classes
+will yet cower before the law. Violence and contrary to the law will
+never accomplish anything, but righteousness and according to law will
+accomplish it.
+
+Well, if this controversy between Capital and Labor can not be settled
+by human wisdom, if to-day Capital and Labor stand with their thumbs
+on each other's throat--as they do--it is time for us to look
+somewhere else for relief, and it points from my text roseate and
+jubilant, and puts one hand on the broadcloth shoulder of Capital, and
+puts the other hand on the homespun-covered shoulder of Toil, and
+says, with a voice that will grandly and gloriously settle this, and
+settle everything, "Whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do
+ye even so to them." That is, the lady of the household will say: "I
+must treat the maid in the kitchen just as I would like to be treated
+if I were down-stairs, and it were my work to wash, and cook, and
+sweep, and it were the duty of the maid in the kitchen to preside in
+this parlor." The maid in the kitchen must say: "If my employer seems
+to be more prosperous than I, that is no fault of hers; I shall not
+treat her as an enemy. I will have the same industry and fidelity
+down-stairs as I would expect from my subordinates, if I happened to
+be the wife of a silk importer."
+
+The owner of an iron mill, having taken a dose of my text before
+leaving home in the morning, will go into his foundry, and, passing
+into what is called the puddling-room, he will see a man there
+stripped to the waist, and besweated and exhausted with the labor and
+the toil, and he will say to him: "Why, it seems to be very hot in
+here. You look very much exhausted. I hear your child is sick with
+scarlet fever. If you want your wages a little earlier this week, so
+as to pay the nurse and get the medicines, just come into my office
+any time."
+
+After awhile, crash goes the money market, and there is no more demand
+for the articles manufactured in that iron mill, and the owner does
+not know what to do. He says, "Shall I stop the mill, or shall I run
+it on half time, or shall I cut down the men's wages?" He walks the
+floor of his counting-room all day, hardly knowing what to do. Toward
+evening he calls all the laborers together. They stand all around,
+some with arms akimbo, some with folded arms, wondering what the boss
+is going to do now. The manufacturer says: "Men, times are very hard;
+I don't make twenty dollars where I used to make one hundred. Somehow,
+there is no demand now for what we manufacture, or but very little
+demand. You see I am at vast expense, and I have called you together
+this afternoon to see what you would advise. I don't want to shut up
+the mill, because that would force you out of work, and you have
+always been very faithful, and I like you, and you seem to like me,
+and the bairns must be looked after, and your wife will after awhile
+want a new dress. I don't know what to do."
+
+There is a dead halt for a minute or two, and then one of the workmen
+steps out from the ranks of his fellows, and says: "Boss, you have
+been very good to us, and when you prospered we prospered, and now you
+are in a tight place and I am sorry, and we have got to sympathize
+with you. I don't know how the others feel, but I propose that we take
+off twenty per cent. from our wages, and that when the times get good
+you will remember us and raise them again." The workman looks around
+to his comrades, and says: "Boys, what do you say to this? all in
+favor of my proposition will say ay." "Ay! ay! ay!" shout two hundred
+voices.
+
+But the mill-owner, getting in some new machinery, exposes himself
+very much, and takes cold, and it settles into pneumonia, and he dies.
+In the procession to the tomb are all the workmen, tears rolling down
+their cheeks, and off upon the ground; but an hour before the
+procession gets to the cemetery the wives and the children of those
+workmen are at the grave waiting for the arrival of the funeral
+pageant. The minister of religion may have delivered an eloquent
+eulogium before they started from the house, but the most impressive
+things are said that day by the working-classes standing around the
+tomb.
+
+That night in all the cabins of the working-people where they have
+family prayers the widowhood and the orphanage in the mansion are
+remembered. No glaring populations look over the iron fence of the
+cemetery; but, hovering over the scene, the benediction of God and man
+is coming for the fulfillment of the Christlike injunction,
+"Whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to
+them."
+
+"Oh," says some man here, "that is all Utopian, that is apocryphal,
+that is impossible." No. Yesterday, I cut out of a paper this: "One of
+the pleasantest incidents recorded in a long time is reported from
+Sheffield, England. The wages of the men in the iron works at
+Sheffield are regulated by a board of arbitration, by whose decision
+both masters and men are bound. For some time past the iron and steel
+trade has been extremely unprofitable, and the employers can not,
+without much loss, pay the wages fixed by the board, which neither
+employers nor employed have the power to change. To avoid this
+difficulty, the workmen in one of the largest steel works in Sheffield
+hit upon a device as rare as it was generous. They offered to work for
+their employers one week without any pay whatever. How much better
+that plan is than a strike would be."
+
+But you go with me and I will show you--not so far off as Sheffield,
+England--factories, banking-houses, storehouses, and costly
+enterprises where this Christ-like injunction of my text is fully
+kept, and you could no more get the employer to practice an injustice
+upon his men, or the men to conspire against the employer, than you
+could get your right hand and your left hand, your right eye and your
+left eye, your right ear and your left ear, into physiological
+antagonism. Now, where is this to begin? In our homes, in our stores,
+on our farms--not waiting for other people to do their duty. Is there
+a divergence now between the parlor and the kitchen? Then there is
+something wrong, either in the parlor or the kitchen, perhaps in both.
+Are the clerks in your store irate against the firm? Then there is
+something wrong, either behind the counter, or in the private office,
+or perhaps in both.
+
+The great want of the world to-day is the fulfillment of this
+Christ-like injunction, that which He promulgated in His sermon
+Olivetic. All the political economists under the arch or vault of the
+heavens in convention for a thousand years can not settle this
+controversy between monopoly and hard work, between capital and labor.
+During the Revolutionary War there was a heavy piece of timber to be
+lifted, perhaps for some fortress, and a corporal was overseeing the
+work, and he was giving commands to some soldiers as they lifted:
+"Heave away, there! yo heave!" Well, the timber was too heavy; they
+could not get it up. There was a gentleman riding by on a horse, and
+he stopped and said to this corporal, "Why don't you help them lift?
+That timber is too heavy for them to lift." "No," he said, "I won't;
+I am a corporal." The gentleman got off his horse and came up to the
+place. "Now," he said to the soldiers, "all together--yo heave!" and
+the timber went to its place. "Now," said the gentleman to the
+corporal, "when you have a piece of timber too heavy for the men to
+lift, and you want help, you send to your commander-in-chief." It was
+Washington. Now, that is about all the Gospel I know--the Gospel of
+giving somebody a lift, a lift out of darkness, a lift out of earth
+into heaven. That is all the Gospel I know--the Gospel of helping
+somebody else to lift.
+
+"Oh," says some wiseacre, "talk as you will, the law of demand and
+supply will regulate these things until the end of time." No, they
+will not, unless God dies and the batteries of the Judgment Day are
+spiked, and Pluto and Proserpine, king and queen of the infernal
+regions, take full possession of this world. Do you know who Supply
+and Demand are? They have gone into partnership, and they propose to
+swindle this earth and are swindling it. You are drowning. Supply and
+Demand stand on the shore, one on one side, the other on the other
+side, of the life-boat, and they cry out to you, "Now, you pay us what
+we ask you for getting you to shore, or go to the bottom!" If you can
+borrow $5000 you can keep from failing in business. Supply and Demand
+say, "Now, you pay us exorbitant usury, or you go into bankruptcy."
+This robber firm of Supply and Demand say to you: "The crops are
+short. We bought up all the wheat and it is in our bin. Now, you pay
+our price or starve." That is your magnificent law of supply and
+demand.
+
+Supply and Demand own the largest mill on earth, and all the rivers
+roll over their wheel, and into their hopper they put all the men,
+women, and children they can shovel out of the centuries, and the
+blood and the bones redden the valley while the mill grinds. That
+diabolic law of supply and demand will yet have to stand aside, and
+instead thereof will come the law of love, the law of cooperation, the
+law of kindness, the law of sympathy, the law of Christ.
+
+Have you no idea of the coming of such a time? Then you do not believe
+the Bible. All the Bible is full of promises on this subject, and as
+the ages roll on the time will come when men or fortune will be giving
+larger sums to humanitarian and evangelistic purposes, and there will
+be more James Lenoxes and Peter Coopers and William E. Dodges and
+George Peabodys. As that time comes there will be more parks, more
+picture-galleries, more gardens thrown open for the holiday people and
+the working-classes.
+
+I was reading only this morning in regard to a charge that had been
+made in England against Lambeth Palace, that it was exclusive; and
+that charge demonstrated the sublime fact that to the grounds of that
+wealthy estate eight hundred poor families have free passes, and forty
+croquet companies, and on the hall-day holidays four thousand poor
+people recline on the grass, walk through the paths, and sit under the
+trees. That is Gospel--Gospel on the wing, Gospel out-of-doors worth
+just as much as in-doors. That time is going to come.
+
+That is only a hint of what is going to be. The time is going to come
+when, if you have anything in your house worth looking at--pictures,
+pieces of sculpture--you are going to invite me to come and see it,
+you are going to invite my friends to come and see it, and you will
+say, "See what I have been blessed with. God has given me this, and so
+far as enjoying it, it is yours also." That is Gospel.
+
+In crossing the Alleghany Mountains, many years ago, the stage halted,
+and Henry Clay dismounted from the stage, and went out on a rock at
+the very verge of the cliff, and he stood there with his cloak wrapped
+about him, and he seemed to be listening for something. Some one said
+to him, "What are you listening for?" Standing there, on the top of
+the mountain, he said: "I am listening to the tramp of the footsteps
+of the coming millions of this continent." A sublime posture for an
+American statesman! You and I to-day stand on the mountain-top of
+privilege, and on the Rock of Ages, and we look off, and we hear
+coming from the future the happy industries, and smiling populations,
+and the consecrated fortunes, and the innumerable prosperities of the
+closing nineteenth and the opening twentieth century.
+
+While I speak this morning, there lies in state the dead author and
+patriot of France, Victor Hugo. The ten thousand dollars in his will
+he has given to the poor of the city are only a hint of the work he
+has done for all nations and for all times. I wonder not that they
+allow eleven days to pass between his death and his burial, his body
+meantime kept under triumphal arch, for the world can hardly afford to
+let go this man who for more than eight decades has by his
+unparalleled genius blessed it. His name shall be a terror to all
+despots, and an encouragement to all the struggling. He has made the
+world's burden lighter, and its darkness less dense, and its chain
+less galling, and its thrones of iniquity less secure. Farewell,
+patriot, genius of the century, Victor Hugo! But he was not the
+overtowering friend of mankind.
+
+The greatest friend of capitalist and toiler, and the one who will yet
+bring them together in complete accord, was born one Christmas night
+while the curtains of heaven swung, stirred by the wings angelic.
+Owner of all things--all the continents, all worlds, and all the
+islands of light. Capitalist of immensity, crossing over to our
+condition. Coming into our world, not by gate of palace, but by door
+of barn. Spending His first night amid the shepherds. Gathering after
+around Him the fishermen to be His chief attendants. With adze, and
+saw, and chisel, and ax, and in a carpenter-shop showing himself
+brother with the tradesmen. Owner of all things, and yet on a hillock
+back of Jerusalem one day resigning everything for others, keeping not
+so much as a shekel to pay for His obsequies, by charity buried in the
+suburbs of a city that had cast Him out. Before the cross of such a
+capitalist, and such a carpenter, all men can afford to shake hands
+and worship. Here is the every man's Christ. None so high, but He was
+higher. None so poor, but He was poorer. At His feet the hostile
+extremes will yet renounce their animosities, and countenances which
+have glowered with the prejudices and revenge of centuries shall
+brighten with the smile of heaven as He commands: "Whatsoever ye would
+that men should do to you, do ye even so to them."
+
+
+
+
+DESPOTISM OF THE NEEDLE.
+
+ "So I returned, and considered all the oppressions that are
+ done under the sun: and behold the tears of such as were
+ oppressed, and they had no comforter; and on the side of their
+ oppressors there was power; but they had no
+ comforter."--ECCLES. iv: 1.
+
+
+Very long ago the needle was busy. It was considered honorable for
+women to toil in olden time. Alexander the Great stood in his palace
+showing garments made by his own mother. The finest tapestries at
+Bayeux were made by the queen of William the Conqueror. Augustus, the
+Emperor, would not wear any garments except those that were fashioned
+by some member of his royal family. So let the toiler everywhere be
+respected!
+
+The needle has slain more than the sword. When the sewing-machine was
+invented some thought that invention would alleviate woman's toil and
+put an end to the despotism of the needle. But no; while the
+sewing-machine has been a great blessing to well-to-do families in
+many cases, it has added to the stab of the needle the crush of the
+wheel; and multitudes of women, notwithstanding the re-enforcement of
+the sewing-machines, can only make, work hard as they will, between
+two dollars and three dollars per week.
+
+The greatest blessing that could have happened to our first parents
+was being turned out of Eden after they had done wrong. Adam and Eve,
+in their perfect state, might have got along without work, or only
+such slight employment as a perfect garden with no weeds in it
+demanded. But as soon as they had sinned, the best thing for them was
+to be turned out where they would have to work. We know what a
+withering thing it is for a man to have nothing to do. Old Ashbel
+Green, at fourscore years, when asked why he kept on working, said: "I
+do so to keep out of mischief." We see that a man who has a large
+amount of money to start with has no chance. Of the thousand
+prosperous and honorable men that you know, nine hundred and
+ninety-nine had to work vigorously at the beginning. But I am now to
+tell you that industry is just as important for a woman's safety and
+happiness. The most unhappy women in our communities to-day are those
+who have no engagements to call them up in the morning; who, once
+having risen and breakfasted, lounge through the dull forenoon in
+slippers down at the heel and with disheveled hair, reading Ouida's
+last novel, and who, having dragged through a wretched forenoon and
+taken their afternoon sleep, and having passed an hour and a half at
+their toilet, pick up their card-case and go out to make calls, and
+who pass their evenings waiting for somebody to come in and break up
+the monotony. Arabella Stuart never was imprisoned in so dark a
+dungeon as that.
+
+There is no happiness in an idle woman. It may be with hand, it may be
+with brain, it may be with foot; but work she must, or be wretched
+forever. The little girls of our families must be started with that
+idea.
+
+The curse of American society is that our young women are taught that
+the first, second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, tenth,
+fiftieth, thousandth thing in their life is to get somebody to take
+care of them. Instead of that, the first lesson should be how under
+God they may take care of themselves. The simple fact is that a
+majority of them do have to take care of themselves, and that, too,
+after having, through the false notions of their parents, wasted the
+years in which they ought to have learned how successfully to maintain
+themselves. We now and here declare the inhumanity, cruelty, and
+outrage of that father and mother who pass their daughters into
+womanhood, having given them no facility for earning their livelihood.
+Madame de Staël said: "It is not these writings that I am proud of,
+but the fact that I have facility in ten occupations, in any one of
+which I could make a livelihood." You say you have a fortune to leave
+them. Oh, man and woman, have you not learned that like vultures, like
+hawks, like eagles, riches have wings and fly away? Though you should
+be successful in leaving a competency behind you, the trickery of
+executors may swamp it in a night? or some officials in our churches
+may get up a mining company and induce your orphans to put their money
+into a hole in Colorado, and if by the most skillful machinery the
+sunken money can not be brought up again, prove to them, that it was
+eternally decreed that that was the way they were to lose it, and that
+it went in the most orthodox and heavenly style. Oh, the damnable
+schemes that professed Christians will engage in until God puts His
+fingers into the collar of the hypocrite's robe and strips it clear
+down to the bottom! You have no right, because you are well off, to
+conclude that your children are going to be as well off. A man died
+leaving a large fortune. His son fell dead in a Philadelphia
+grog-shop. His old comrades came in and said as they bent over his
+corpse: "What is the matter with you, Boggsey?" The surgeon standing
+over him said: "Hush ye! He is dead!" "Oh, he is dead," they said.
+"Come, boys; let us go and take a drink in memory of poor Boggsey!"
+Have you nothing better than money to leave your children? If you have
+not, but send your daughters into the world with empty brain and
+unskilled hand, you are guilty of assassination, homicide, regicide,
+infanticide.
+
+There are women toiling in our cities for two and three dollars per
+week who were the daughters of merchant princes. These suffering ones
+now would be glad to have the crumbs that once fell from their
+fathers' table. That worn-out, broken shoe that she wears is the
+lineal descendant of the twelve-dollar gaiters in which her mother
+walked; and that torn and faded calico had ancestry of magnificent
+brocade that swept Broadway clean without any expense to the street
+commissioners. Though you live in an elegant residence and fare
+sumptuously every day, let your daughters feel it is a disgrace to
+them not to know how to work. I denounce the idea prevalent in society
+that, though our young women may embroider slippers and crochet and
+make mats for lamps to stand on without disgrace, the idea of doing
+anything for a livelihood is dishonorable. It is a shame for a young
+woman belonging to a large family to be inefficient when the father
+toils his life away for her support. It is a shame for a daughter to
+be idle while her mother toils at the wash-tub. It is as honorable to
+sweep the house, make beds or trim hats as it is to twist a
+watch-chain.
+
+As far as I can understand, the line of respectability lies between
+that which is useful and that which is useless. If women do that which
+is of no value, their work is honorable. If they do practical work, it
+is dishonorable. That our young women may escape the censure of doing
+dishonorable work, I shall particularize. You may knit a tidy for the
+back of an arm-chair, but by no means make the money wherewith to buy
+the chair. You may with a delicate brush beautify a mantel ornament,
+but die rather than earn enough to buy a marble mantel. You may learn
+artistic music until you can squall Italian, but never sing
+"Ortonville" or "Old Hundred." Do nothing practical if you would in
+the eyes of refined society preserve your respectability. I scout
+these fine notions. I tell you a woman, no more than a man, has a
+right to occupy a place in this world unless she pays a rent for it.
+
+In the course of a life-time you consume whole harvests and droves of
+cattle, and every day you live, breathe forty hogsheads of good, pure
+air. You must by some kind of usefulness pay for all this. Our race
+was the last thing created--the birds and fishes on the fourth day,
+the cattle and lizards on the fifth day, and man on the sixth day. If
+geologists are right, the earth was a million of years in the
+possession of the insects, beasts, and birds before our race came upon
+it. In one sense we were innovators. The cattle, the lizards, and the
+hawks had pre-emption right. The question is not what we are to do
+with the lizards and summer insects, but what the lizards and summer
+insects are to do with us. If we want a place in this world, we must
+earn it. The partridge makes its own nest before it occupies it. The
+lark by its morning song earns its breakfast before it eats it, and
+the Bible gives an intimation that the first duty of an idler is to
+starve when it says: "If he will not work, neither shall he eat."
+Idleness ruins the health; and very soon nature says: "This man has
+refused to pay his rent, out with him!" Society is to be reconstructed
+on the subject of woman's toil. A vast majority of those who would
+have woman industrious shut her up to a few kinds of work. My judgment
+in this matter is that a woman has a right to do anything that she can
+do well. There should be no department of merchandise, mechanism, art,
+or science barred against her. If Miss Hosmer has genius for
+sculpture, give her a chisel. If Rosa Bonheur has a fondness for
+delineating animals, let her make "The Horse Fair." If Miss Mitchell
+will study astronomy, let her mount the starry ladder. If Lydia will
+be a merchant, let her sell purple. If Lucretia Mott will preach the
+Gospel, let her thrill with her womanly eloquence the Quaker
+meeting-house.
+
+It is said, If woman is given such opportunities she will occupy
+places that might be taken by men. I say, If she have more skill and
+adaptedness for any position than a man has, let her have it! She has
+as much right to her bread, to her apparel, and to her home, as men
+have. But it is said that her nature is so delicate that she is
+unfitted for exhausting toil. I ask in the name of all past history
+what toil on earth is more severe, exhausting, and tremendous than
+that toil of the needle to which for ages she has been subjected? The
+battering-ram, the sword, the carbine, the battle-ax, have made no
+such havoc as the needle. I would that these living sepulchers in
+which women have for ages been buried might be opened, and that some
+resurrection trumpet might bring up these living corpses to the fresh
+air and sunlight.
+
+Go with me and I will show you a woman who by hardest toil supports
+her children, her drunken husband, her old father and mother, pays her
+house rent, always has wholesome food on her table, and when she can
+get some neighbor on the Sabbath to come in and take care of her
+family, appears in church with hat and cloak that are far from
+indicating the toil to which she is subjected. Such a woman as that
+has body and soul enough to fit her for any position. She could stand
+beside the majority of your salesmen and dispose of more goods. She
+could go into your wheelwright shops and beat one half of your workmen
+at making carriages. We talk about woman as though we had resigned to
+her all the light work, and ourselves had shouldered the heavier. But
+the day of judgment, which will reveal the sufferings of the stake and
+Inquisition, will marshal before the throne of God and the hierarchs
+of heaven the martyrs of wash-tub and needle. Now, I say if there be
+any preference in occupation, let women have it. God knows her trials
+are the severest. By her acuter sensitiveness to misfortune, by her
+hour of anguish, I demand that no one hedge up her pathway to a
+livelihood. Oh! the meanness, the despicability of men who begrudge a
+woman the right to work anywhere in any honorable calling!
+
+I go still further and say that woman should have equal compensation
+with men. By what principle of justice is it that women in many of our
+cities get only two thirds as much pay as men, and in many cases only
+half? Here is the gigantic injustice--that for work equally well, if
+not better, done, woman receives far less compensation than man. Start
+with the National Government. Women clerks in Washington get nine
+hundred dollars for doing that for which men receive eighteen hundred
+dollars. The wheel of oppression is rolling over the necks of
+thousands of women who are at this moment in despair about what they
+are to do. Many of the largest mercantile establishments of our cities
+are accessory to these abominations, and from their large
+establishments there are scores of souls being pitched off into death,
+and their employers know it. Is there a God? Will there be a judgment?
+I tell you, if God rises up to redress woman's wrongs, many of our
+large establishments will be swallowed up quicker than a South
+American earthquake ever took down a city. God will catch these
+oppressors between the two millstones of his wrath and grind them to
+powder.
+
+Why is it that a female principal in a school gets only eight hundred
+and twenty-five dollars for doing work for which a male principal gets
+sixteen hundred and fifty dollars? I hear from all this land the wail
+of womanhood. Man has nothing to answer to that wail but flatteries.
+He says she is an angel. She is not. She knows she is not. She is a
+human being who gets hungry when she has no food, and cold when she
+has no fire. Give her no more flatteries; give her justice! There are
+sixty-five thousand sewing-girls in New York and Brooklyn. Across the
+sunlight comes their death groan. It is not such a cry as comes from
+those who are suddenly hurled out of life, but a slow, grinding,
+horrible wasting-away. Gather them before you and look into their
+faces, pinched, ghastly, hunger-struck! Look at their fingers,
+needle-pricked and blood-tipped! See that premature stoop in the
+shoulders! Hear that dry, hacking, merciless cough! At a large meeting
+of these women held in a hall in Philadelphia, grand speeches were
+delivered, but a needle-woman took the stand, threw aside her faded
+shawl, and with her shriveled arm hurled a very thunder-bolt of
+eloquence, speaking out the horrors of her own experience.
+
+Stand at the corner of a street in New York at six or seven o'clock in
+the morning as the women go to work. Many of them had no breakfast
+except the crumbs that were left over from the night before, or the
+crumbs they chew on their way through the street. Here they come! The
+working-girls of New York and Brooklyn. These engaged in head work,
+these in flower-making, in millinery, in paper-box making; but, most
+overworked of all and least compensated, the sewing-women. Why do they
+not take the city cars on their way up? They can not afford the five
+cents. If, concluding to deny herself something else, she gets into
+the car, give her a seat. You want to see how Latimer and Ridley
+appeared in the fire. Look at that woman and behold a more horrible
+martyrdom, a hotter fire, a more agonizing death. Ask that woman how
+much she gets for her work, and she will tell you six cents for making
+coarse shirts and find her own thread.
+
+Years ago, one Sabbath night in the vestibule of this church, after
+service, a woman fell in convulsions. The doctor said she needed
+medicine not so much as something to eat. As she began to revive, in
+her delirium she said, gaspingly: "Eight cents! Eight cents! Eight
+cents! I wish I could get it done, I am so tired. I wish I could get
+some sleep, but I must get it done. Eight cents! Eight cents! Eight
+cents!" We found afterward that she was making garments for eight
+cents apiece, and that she could make but three of them in a day. Hear
+it! Three times eight are twenty-four. Hear it, men and women who have
+comfortable homes! Some of the worst villains of our cities are the
+employers of these women. They beat them down to the last penny and
+try to cheat them out of that. The woman must deposit a dollar or two
+before she gets the garments to work on. When the work is done it is
+sharply inspected, the most insignificant flaws picked out, and the
+wages refused and sometimes the dollar deposited not given back. The
+Women's Protective Union reports a case where one of the poor souls,
+finding a place where she could get more wages, resolved to change
+employers, and went to get her pay for work done. The employer says:
+"I hear you are going to leave me?" "Yes," she said, "and I have come
+to get what you owe me." He made no answer. She said: "Are you not
+going to pay me?" "Yes," he said, "I will pay you," and he kicked her
+down-stairs.
+
+Oh, that Women's Protective Union, 19 Clinton Place, New York! The
+blessings of Heaven be on it for the merciful and divine work it is
+doing in the defense of toiling womanhood! What tragedies of suffering
+are presented to them day by day! A paragraph from their report: "'Can
+you make Mr. Jones pay me? He owes me for three weeks at $2.50 a week,
+and I can't get anything, and my child is very sick!' The speaker, a
+young woman lately widowed, burst into a flood of tears as she spoke.
+She was bidden to come again the next afternoon and repeat her story
+to the attorney at his usual weekly hearing of frauds and impositions.
+Means were found by which Mr. Jones was induced to pay the $7.50."
+
+Another paragraph from their report: "A fortnight had passed, when she
+modestly hinted a desire to know how much her services were worth.
+'Oh, my dear,' he replied, 'you are getting to be one of the most
+valuable hands in the trade; you will always get the very best price.
+Ten dollars a week you will be able to earn very easily.' And the
+girl's fingers flew on with her work at a marvelous rate. The picture
+of $10 a week had almost turned her head. A few nights later, while
+crossing the ferry, she overheard the name of her employer in the
+conversation of girls who stood near: 'What, John Snipes? Why, he
+don't pay! Look out for him every time. He'll keep you on trial, as he
+calls it, for weeks, and then he'll let you go, and get some other
+fool!' And thus Jane Smith gained her warning against the swindler.
+But the Union held him in the toils of the law until he paid the worth
+of each of those days of 'trial.'"
+
+Another paragraph: "Her mortification may be imagined when told that
+one of the two five-dollar bills which she had just received for her
+work was counterfeit. But her mortification was swallowed up in
+indignation when her employer denied having paid her the money, and
+insultingly asked her to prove it. When the Protective Union had
+placed this matter in the courts, the judge said: 'You will pay
+Eleanor the amount of her claim, $5.83, and also the costs of the
+court.'"
+
+How are these evils to be eradicated? Some say: "Give woman the
+ballot." What effect such ballot might have on other questions I am
+not here to discuss; but what would be the effect of female suffrage
+on women's wages? I do not believe that woman will ever get justice by
+woman's ballot. Indeed, women oppress women as much as men do. Do not
+women, as much as men, beat down to the lowest figure the woman who
+sews for them? Are not women as sharp as men on washer-women and
+milliners and mantua-makers? If a woman asks a dollar for her work,
+does not her female employer ask her if she will not take ninety
+cents? You say, "Only ten cents difference." But that is sometimes the
+difference between heaven and hell. Women often have less
+commiseration for women than men. If a woman steps aside from the path
+of rectitude, man may forgive--woman never! Woman will never get
+justice done her from woman's ballot. Neither will she get it from
+man's ballot. How then? God will rise up for her. God has more
+resources than we know of. The flaming sword that hung at Eden's gate
+when woman was driven out will cleave with its terrible edge her
+oppressors.
+
+But there is something for women to do. Let young people prepare to
+excel in spheres of work, and they will be able after awhile to get
+larger wages. Unskilled and incompetent labor must take what is given:
+skilled and competent labor will eventually make its own standard.
+Admitting that the law of supply and demand regulates these things, I
+contend that the demand for skilled labor is very great and the supply
+very small. Start with the idea that work is honorable, and that you
+can do some one thing better than anybody else. Resolve that, God
+helping, you will take care of yourself. If you are after awhile
+called into another relation you will all the better be qualified for
+it by your spirit of self-reliance, or if you are called to stay as
+you are, you can be happy and self-supporting.
+
+Poets are fond of talking about man as an oak and woman the vine that
+climbs it; but I have seen many a tree fall that not only went down
+itself, but took all the vines with it. I can tell you of something
+stronger than an oak for an ivy to climb on, and that is the throne of
+the great Jehovah. Single or affianced, that woman is strong who leans
+on God and does her best. Many of you will go single-handed through
+life, and you will have to choose between two characters. Young woman,
+I am sure you will turn your back upon the useless, giggling,
+irresponsible nonentity which society ignominiously acknowledges to be
+a woman, and ask God to make you an humble, active, earnest Christian.
+What will become of that womanly disciple of the world? She is more
+thoughtful of the attitude she strikes upon the carpet than how she
+will look in the judgment; more worried about her freckles than her
+sins; more interested in her apparel than in her redemption. The
+dying actress whose life had been vicious said: "The scene
+closes--draw the curtain." Generally the tragedy comes first and the
+farce afterward; but in her life it was first the farce of a useless
+life and then the tragedy of a wretched eternity.
+
+Compare the life and death of such a one with that of some Christian
+aunt that was once a blessing to your household. I do not know that
+she was ever asked to give her hand in marriage. She lived single,
+that, untrammeled, she might be everybody's blessing. Whenever the
+sick were to be visited or the poor to be provided with bread she went
+with a blessing. She could pray or sing "Rock of Ages" for any sick
+pauper who asked her. As she got older there were many days when she
+was a little sharp, but for the most part auntie was a sunbeam--just
+the one for Christmas Eve. She knew better than any one else how to
+fix things. Her every prayer, as God heard it, was full of everybody
+who had trouble. The brightest things in all the house dropped from
+her fingers. She had peculiar notions, but the grandest notion she
+ever had was to make you happy. She dressed well--auntie always
+dressed well; but her highest adornment was that of a meek and quiet
+spirit, which, in the sight of God, is of great price. When she died
+you all gathered lovingly about her; and as you carried her out to
+rest, the Sunday-school class almost covered the coffin with
+japonicas; and the poor people stood at the end of the alley, with
+their aprons to their eyes, sobbing bitterly, and the man of the world
+said, with Solomon: "Her price was above rubies;" and Jesus, as unto
+the maiden in Judea, commanded, "I say unto thee, Arise!"
+
+
+
+
+TOBACCO AND OPIUM.
+
+ "Let the earth bring forth grass, the herb yielding
+ seed."--GEN. i: 11.
+
+
+The two first born of our earth were the grass-blade and the herb.
+They preceded the brute creation and the human family--the grass for
+the animal creation, the herb for human service. The cattle came and
+took possession of their inheritance, the grass-blade; man came and
+took possession of his inheritance, the herb. We have the herb for
+food as in case of hunger, for narcotic as in case of insomnia, for
+anodyne as in case of paroxysm, for stimulant as when the pulses flag
+under the weight of disease. The caterer comes and takes the herb and
+presents it in all styles of delicacy. The physician comes and takes
+the herb and compounds it for physical recuperation. Millions of
+people come and take the herb for ruinous physical and intellectual
+delectation. The herb, which was divinely created, and for good
+purposes, has often been degraded for bad results. There is a useful
+and a baneful employment of the herbaceous kingdom.
+
+There sprung up in Yucatan of this continent an herb that has
+bewitched the world. In the fifteenth century it crossed the Atlantic
+Ocean and captured Spain. Afterward it captured Portugal. Then the
+French embassadors took it to Paris, and it captured the French
+Empire. Then Walter Raleigh took it to London, and it captured Great
+Britain. Nicotiana, ascribed to that genus by the botanists, but we
+all know it is the exhilarating, elevating, emparadising,
+nerve-shattering, dyspepsia-breeding, health-destroying tobacco. I
+shall not in my remarks be offensively personal, because you all use
+it, or nearly all! I know by experience how it soothes and roseates
+the world, and kindles sociality, and I also know some of its baleful
+results. I was its slave, and by the grace of God I have become its
+conqueror. Tens of thousands of people have been asking the question
+during the past two months, asking it with great pathos and great
+earnestness: "Does the use of tobacco produce cancerous and other
+troubles?" I shall not answer the question in regard to any particular
+case, but shall deal with the subject in a more general way.
+
+You say to me, "Did God not create tobacco?" Yes. You say to me, "Is
+not God good?" Yes. Well, then, you say, "If God is good and he
+created tobacco, He must have created it for some good purpose." Yes,
+your logic is complete. But God created the common sense at the same
+time, by which we are to know how to use a poison and how not to use
+it. God created that just as He created henbane and nux vomica and
+copperas and belladonna and all other poisons, whether directly
+created by Himself or extracted by man.
+
+That it is a poison no man of common sense will deny. A case was
+reported where a little child lay upon its mother's lap and one drop
+fell from a pipe to the child's lip, and it went into convulsions and
+into death. But you say, "Haven't people lived on in complete use of
+it to old age?" Oh, yes; just as I have seen inebriates seventy years
+old. In Boston, years ago, there was a meeting in which there were
+several centenarians, and they were giving their experience, and one
+centenarian said that he had lived over a hundred years, and that he
+ascribed it to the fact that he had refrained from the use of
+intoxicating liquors. Right after him another centenarian said he had
+lived over a hundred years, and he ascribed it to the fact that for
+the last fifty years he had hardly seen a sober moment. It is an
+amazing thing how many outrages men may commit upon their physical
+system and yet live on. In the case of the man of the jug he lived on
+because his body was pickled. In the case of the man of the pipe, he
+lived on because his body turned into smoked liver!
+
+But are there no truths to be uttered in regard to this great evil?
+What is the advice to be given to the multitude of young people who
+hear me this day? What is the advice you are going to give to your
+children?
+
+First of all, we must advise them to abstain from the use of tobacco
+because all the medical fraternity of the United States and Great
+Britain agree in ascribing to this habit terrific unhealth. The men
+whose life-time work is the study of the science of health say so, and
+shall I set up my opinion against theirs? Dr. Agnew, Dr. Olcott, Dr.
+Barnes, Dr. Rush, Dr. Mott, Dr. Harvey, Dr. Hosack--all the doctors,
+allopathic, homeopathic, hydropathic, eclectic, denounce the habit as
+a matter of unhealth. A distinguished physician declared he considered
+the use of tobacco caused seventy different styles of disease, and he
+says: "Of all the cases of cancer in the mouth that have come under my
+observation, almost in every case it has been ascribed to tobacco."
+
+The united testimony of all physicians is that it depresses the
+nervous system, that it takes away twenty-five per cent. of the
+physical vigor of this generation, and that it goes on as the years
+multiply and, damaging this generation with accumulated curse, it
+strikes other centuries. And if it is so deleterious to the body, how
+much more destructive to the mind. An eminent physician, who was the
+superintendent of the insane asylum at Northampton, Massachusetts,
+says: "Fully one half the patients we get in our asylum have lost
+their intellect through the use of tobacco." If it is such a bad thing
+to injure the body, what a bad thing, what a worse thing it is to
+injure the mind, and any man of common sense knows that tobacco
+attacks the nervous system, and everybody knows that the nervous
+system attacks the mind.
+
+Besides that, all reformers will tell you that the use of tobacco
+creates an unnatural thirst, and it is the cause of drunkenness in
+America to-day more than anything else. In all cases where you find
+men taking strong drink you find they use tobacco. There are men who
+use tobacco who do not take strong drink, but all who use strong drink
+use tobacco, and that shows beyond controversy there is an affinity
+between the two products. There are reformers here to-day who will
+testify to you it is impossible for a man to reform from taking strong
+drink until he quits tobacco. In many of the cases where men have been
+reformed from strong drink and have gone back to their cups, they
+have testified that they first touched tobacco and then they
+surrendered to intoxicants.
+
+I say in the presence of this assemblage to-day, in which there are
+many physicians--and they know that what I say is true on the
+subject--that the pathway to the drunkard's grave and the drunkard's
+hell is strewn thick with tobacco-leaves. What has been the testimony
+on this subject? Is this a mere statement of a preacher whose business
+it is to talk morals, or is the testimony of the world just as
+emphatic? What did Benjamin Franklin say? "I never saw a well man in
+the exercise of common sense who would say that tobacco did him any
+good." What did Thomas Jefferson say? Certainly he is good authority.
+He says in regard to the culture of tobacco, "It is a culture
+productive of infinite wretchdness." What did Horace Greeley say of
+it? "It is a profane stench." What did Daniel Webster say of it? "If
+those men must smoke, let them take the horse-shed!" One reason why
+the habit goes on from destruction to destruction is that so many
+ministers of the gospel take it. They smoke themselves into
+bronchitis, and then the dear people have to send them to Europe to
+get them restored from exhausting religious services! They smoke until
+the nervous system is shattered. They smoke themselves to death. I
+could mention the names of five distinguished clergymen who died of
+cancer of the mouth, and the doctor said, in every case, it was the
+result of tobacco. The tombstone of many a minister of religion has
+been covered all over with handsome eulogy, when, if the true epitaph
+had been written, it would have said: "Here lies a man killed by too
+much cavendish!" They smoke until the world is blue, and their
+theology is blue, and everything is blue. How can a man stand in the
+pulpit and preach on the subject of temperance when he is indulging
+such a habit as that? I have seen a cuspadore in a pulpit into which
+the holy man dropped his cud before he got up to read about "blessed
+are the pure in heart," and to read about the rolling of sin as a
+sweet morsel under the tongue, and to read about the unclean animals
+in Leviticus that chewed the cud.
+
+About sixty-five years ago a student at Andover Theological Seminary
+graduated into the ministry. He had an eloquence and a magnetism which
+sent him to the front. Nothing could stand before him. But in a few
+months he was put in an insane asylum, and the physician said tobacco
+was the cause of the disaster. It was the custom in those days to give
+a portion of tobacco to every patient in the asylum. Nearly twenty
+years passed along, and that man was walking the floor of his cell in
+the asylum, when his reason returned, and he saw the situation, and he
+took the tobacco from his mouth and threw it against the iron gate of
+the place in which he was confined, and he said: "What brought me
+here? What keeps me here? Tobacco! tobacco! God forgive me, God help
+me, and I will never use it again." He was fully restored to reason,
+came forth, preached the Gospel of Christ for some ten years, and then
+went into everlasting blessedness.
+
+There are ministers of religion now in this country who are dying by
+inches, and they do not know what is the matter with them. They are
+being killed by tobacco. They are despoiling their influence through
+tobacco. They are malodorous with tobacco. I could give one paragraph
+of history, and that would be my own experience. It took ten cigars to
+make one sermon, and I got very nervous, and I awakened one day to see
+what an outrage I was committing upon my health by the use of tobacco.
+I was about to change settlement, and a generous tobacconist of
+Philadelphia told me if I would come to Philadelphia and be his pastor
+he would give me all the cigars I wanted for nothing all the rest of
+my life. I halted. I said to myself, "If I smoke more than I ought to
+now in these war times, and when my salary is small, what would I do
+if I had gratuitous and unlimited supply?" Then and there, twenty-four
+years ago, I quit once and forever. It made a new man of me. Much of
+the time the world looked blue before that, because I was looking
+through tobacco smoke. Ever since the world has been full of sunshine,
+and though I have done as much work as any one of my age, God has
+blessed me, it seems to me, with the best health that a man ever had.
+
+I say that no minister of religion can afford to smoke. Put in my hand
+all the money expended by Christian men in Brooklyn for tobacco, and I
+will support three orphan asylums as well and as grandly as the three
+great orphan asylums already established. Put into my hand the money
+spent by the Christians of America for tobacco, and I will clothe,
+shelter, and feed all the suffering poor of the continent. The
+American Church gives a million dollars a year for the salvation of
+the heathen, and American Christians smoke five million dollars' worth
+of tobacco.
+
+I stand here to-day in the presence of a vast multitude of young
+people who are forming their habits. Between seventeen and twenty-five
+years of age a great many young men get on them habits in the use of
+tobacco that they never get over. Let me say to all my young friends,
+you can not afford to smoke, you can not afford to chew. You either
+take very good tobacco, or you take very cheap tobacco. If it is
+cheap, I will tell you why it is cheap. It is made of burdock, and
+lampblack, and sawdust, and colt's-foot, and plantain leaves, and
+fuller's earth, and salt, and alum, and lime, and a little tobacco,
+and you can not afford to put such a mess as that in your mouth. But
+if you use expensive tobacco, do you not think it would be better for
+you to take that amount of money which you are now expending for this
+herb, and which you will expend during the course of your life if you
+keep the habit up, and with it buy a splendid farm and make the
+afternoon and the evening of your life comfortable?
+
+There are young men whose life is going out inch by inch from
+cigarettes. Now, do you not think it would be well for you to listen
+to the testimony of a merchant of New York, who said this: "In early
+life I smoked six cigars a day at six and a half cents each. They
+averaged that. I thought to myself one day, I'll just put aside all I
+consume in cigars and all I would consume if I keep on in the habit,
+and I'll see what it will come to by compound interest." And he gives
+this tremendous statistic: "Last July completed thirty-nine years
+since, by the grace of God, I was emancipated from the filthy habit,
+and the saving amounted to the enormous sum of $29,102.03 by compound
+interest. We lived in the city, but the children, who had learned
+something of the enjoyment of country life from their annual visits to
+their grandparents, longed for a home among the green fields. I found
+a very pleasant place in the country for sale. The cigar money came
+into requisition, and I found it amounted to a sufficient sum to
+purchase the place, and it is mine. Now, boys, you take your choice.
+Smoking without a home, or a home without smoking." This is common
+sense as well as religion.
+
+I must say a word to my friends who smoke the best tobacco, and who
+could stop at any time. What is your Christian influence in this
+respect? What is your influence upon young men? Do you not think it
+would be better for you to exercise a little self-denial! People
+wondered why George Briggs, Governor of Massachusetts, wore a cravat
+but no collar. "Oh," they said, "it is an absurd eccentricity." This
+was the history of the cravat without any collar: For many years
+before he had been talking with an inebriate, trying to persuade him
+to give up the habit of drinking and he said to the inebriate, "Your
+habit is entirely unnecessary." "Ah!" replied the inebriate, "we do a
+great many things that are not necessary. It isn't necessary that you
+should have that collar." "Well," said Mr. Briggs, "I'll never wear a
+collar again if you will stop drinking." "Agreed," said the other.
+They joined hands in a pledge that they kept for twenty years--kept
+until death. That is magnificent. That is Gospel, practical Gospel,
+worthy of George Briggs, worthy of you. Self-denial for others.
+Subtraction from our advantage that there may be an addition to
+somebody else's advantage.
+
+But what I have said has been chiefly appropriate for men. Now my
+subject widens and shall be appropriate for both sexes. In all ages of
+the world there has been a search for some herb or flower that would
+stimulate lethargy and compose grief. Among the ancient Greeks and
+Egyptians they found something they called nepenthe, and the Theban
+women knew how to compound it. If a person should chew a few of those
+leaves his grief would be immediately whelmed with hilarity. Nepenthe
+passed out from the consideration of the world and then came hasheesh,
+which is from the Indian hemp. It is manufactured from the flowers at
+the top. The workman with leathern apparel walks through the field and
+the exudation of the plants adheres to the leathern garments, and then
+the man comes out and scrapes off this exudation, and it is mixed with
+aromatics and becomes an intoxicant that has brutalized whole nations.
+Its first effect is sight, spectacle glorious and grand beyond all
+description, but afterward it pulls down body, mind, and soul into
+anguish.
+
+I knew one of the most brilliant men of our time. His appearance in a
+newspaper column, or a book, or a magazine was an enchantment. In the
+course of a half hour he could produce more wit and more valuable
+information than any man I ever heard talk. But he chewed hasheesh. He
+first took it out of curiosity to see whether the power said to be
+attached really existed. He took it. He got under the power of it. He
+tried to break loose. He put his hand in the cockatrice's den to see
+whether it would bite, and he found out to his own undoing. His
+friends gathered around and tried to save him, but he could not be
+saved. The father, a minister of the Gospel, prayed with him and
+counseled him, and out of a comparatively small salary employed the
+first medical advice of New York, Philadelphia, Edinburgh, Paris,
+London, and Berlin, for he was his only son. No help came. First his
+body gave way in pangs and convulsions of suffering. Then his mind
+gave way and he became a raving maniac. Then his soul went out
+blaspheming God into a starless eternity. He died at thirty years of
+age. Behold the work of accursed hasheesh.
+
+But I must put my emphasis upon the use of opium. It is made from the
+white poppy. It is not a new discovery. Three hundred years before
+Christ we read of it; but it was not until the seventh century that it
+took up its march of death, and, passing out of the curative and the
+medicinal, through smoking and mastication it has become the curse of
+nations. In 1861 there were imported into this country one hundred and
+seven thousand pounds of opium. In 1880, nineteen years after, there
+were imported five hundred and thirty thousand pounds of opium. In
+1876 there were in this country two hundred and twenty-five thousand
+opium-consumers. Now, it is estimated there are in the United States
+to-day six hundred thousand victims of opium. It is appalling.
+
+We do not know why some families do not get on. There is something
+mysterious about them. The opium habit is so stealthy, it is so
+deceitful, and it is so deathful, you can cure a hundred men of
+strong drink where you can cure one opium-eater.
+
+I have knelt down in this very church by those who were elegant in
+apparel, and elegant in appearance, and from the depths of their souls
+and from the depths of my soul, we cried out for God's rescue. Somehow
+it did not come. In many a household only the physician and pastor
+know it--the physician called in for physical relief, the pastor
+called in for spiritual relief, and they both fail. The physician
+confesses his defeat, the minister of religion confesses his defeat,
+for somehow God does not seem to hear a prayer offered for an
+opium-eater. His grace is infinite, and I have been told there are
+cases of reformation. I never saw one. I say this not to wound the
+feelings of any who may feel this awful grip, but to utter a potent
+warning that you stand back from that gate of hell. Oh, man, oh,
+woman, tampering with this great evil, have you fallen back on this as
+a permanent resource because of some physical distress or mental
+anguish? Better stop. The ecstasies do not pay for the horrors. The
+Paradise is followed too soon by the Pandemonium. Morphia, a blessing
+of God for the relief of sudden pang and of acute dementia,
+misappropriated and never intended for permanent use.
+
+It is not merely the barbaric fanatics that are taken down by it. Did
+you ever read De Quincey's "Confessions of an Opium-Eater?" He says
+that during the first ten years the habit handed to him all the keys
+of Paradise, but it would take something as mighty as De Quincey's pen
+to describe the consequent horrors. There is nothing that I have ever
+read about the tortures of the damned that seemed more horrible than
+those which De Quincey says he suffered. Samuel Taylor Coleridge first
+conquered the world with his exquisite pen, and then was conquered by
+opium. The most brilliant, the most eloquent lawyer of the nineteenth
+century went down under its power, and there is a vast multitude of
+men and women--but more women than men--who are going into the dungeon
+of that awful incarceration.
+
+The worst thing about it is, it takes advantage of one's weakness. De
+Quincey says: "I got to be an opium-eater on account of my
+rheumatism." Coleridge says: "I got to be an opium-eater on account of
+my sleeplessness." For what are you taking it? For God's sake do not
+take it long. The wealthiest, the grandest families going down under
+its power. Twenty-five thousand victims of opium in Chicago.
+Twenty-five thousand victims of opium in St. Louis, and, according to
+that average, seventy-five thousand victims of opium in New York and
+Brooklyn.
+
+The clerk of a drug store says: "I can tell them when they come in;
+there is something about their complexion, something about their
+manner, something about the look of their eyes that shows they are
+victims." Some in the struggle to get away from it try chloral. Whole
+tons of chloral manufactured in Germany every year. Baron Liebig says
+he knows one chemist in Germany who manufactures a half ton of chloral
+every week. Beware of hydrate of chloral. It is coming on with mighty
+tread to curse these cities. But I am chiefly under this head speaking
+of the morphine. The devil of morphia is going to be in this country,
+in my opinion, mightier than the devil of alcohol. By the power of the
+Christian pulpit, by the power of the Christianized printing-press, by
+the power of the Lord God Almighty, all these evils are going to be
+extirpated--all, all, and you have a work in regard to that, and I
+have a work. But what we do we had better do right away. The clock
+ticks now, and we hear it; after awhile the clock will tick and we
+will not hear it.
+
+I sat at a country fireside, and I saw the fire kindle and blaze, and
+go out. I sat long enough at that fireside to get a good many
+practical reflections, and I said: "That is like human life, that fire
+on the hearth." We put on the fagots and they blaze up, and out, and
+on, and the whole room is filled with the light, gay of sparkle, gay
+of flash, gay of crackle. Emblem of boyhood. Now the fire intensifies.
+Now the flame reddens into coals. Now the heat is becoming more and
+more intense, and the more it is stirred the redder is the coal. Now
+with one sweep of flame it cleaves the way, and all the hearth glows
+with the intensity. Emblem of full manhood. Now the coals begin to
+whiten. Now the heat lessens. Now the flickering shadows die along the
+wall. Now the fagots fall apart. Now the household hover over the
+expiring embers. Now the last breath of smoke is lost in the chimney.
+The fire is out. Shovel up the white remains. Ashes! Ashes!
+
+
+
+
+WHY ARE SATAN AND SIN PERMITTED?
+
+ "Wherefore do the wicked live?"--JOB xxi: 7,
+
+
+Poor Job! With tusks and horns and hoofs and stings, all the
+misfortunes of life seemed to come upon him at once. Bankruptcy,
+bereavement, scandalization, and eruptive disease so irritating that
+he had to re-enforce his ten finger-nails with pieces of earthenware
+to scratch himself withal. His wife took the diagnosis of his
+complaints and prescribed profanity. She thought he would feel better
+if between the paroxysms of grief and pain he would swear a little.
+For each boil a plaster of objurgation.
+
+Probably no man was ever more tempted to take the bad advice than
+when, at last, Job's three exasperating friends came in, Eliphaz,
+Zophar, and Bildad, practically saying to him, "You old sinner, serves
+you right; you are a hypocrite; what a sight you are! God has sent
+these chastisements for your wickedness."
+
+The disfigured invalid, putting down the pieces of broken saucer with
+which he had been rubbing his arms, with swollen eyelids looks up and
+says to his garrulous friends in substance, "The most wicked people
+sometimes have the best health and are the most prospered," and then
+in that connection hurls the question which every man and woman has
+asked in some juncture of affairs, "Wherefore do the wicked live?"
+
+They build up fortunes that overshadow the earth. They confound all
+the life-insurance tables on the subject of longevity, dying
+octogenarians, perhaps nonagenarians, possibly centenarians. Ahab in
+the palace, Naboth in the cabinet. Unclean Herod on the throne,
+consecrated Paul twisting ropes for tent-making. Manasseh, the worst
+of all the kings of Juda, living longer than any of them. While the
+general rule is the wicked do not live out half their days, there are
+exceptions where they live on to great age and in a Paradise of beauty
+and luxuriance, and die with a whole college of physicians expending
+its skill in trying further prolongation of life, and have a funeral
+with casket under mountain of calla-lilies, the finest equipages of
+the city jingling and flashing into line, the poor, angle-worm of the
+dust carried out to its hole in the ground with the pomp that might
+make a spirit from some other world suppose that the Archangel Michael
+was dead.
+
+Go up among the finest residences of the city, and on some of the
+door-plates you will find the names of those mightiest for commercial
+and social iniquity. They are the vampires of society--they are the
+gorgons of the century. Some of these men have each wheel of their
+carriage a juggernaut wet with the blood of those sacrificed to their
+avarice. Some of them are like Caligula, who wished that all the
+people had only one neck that he might strike it off at one blow. Oh,
+the slain, the slain! A long procession of usurers and libertines and
+infamous quacks and legal charlatans and world-grabbing monsters. What
+apostleship of despoliation! Demons incarnate. Hundreds of men
+concentering all their energies of body, mind, and soul in one
+prolonged, ever-intensifying, and unrelenting effort to scald and
+scarify and blast and consume the world. I do not blame you for asking
+me the quivering, throbbing, burning, resounding, appalling question
+of my text, "Wherefore do the wicked live?"
+
+In the first place, they live to demonstrate beyond all controversy
+the long-suffering patience of God. You sometimes say, under some
+great affront, "I will not stand it;" but perhaps you are compelled to
+stand it. God, with all the batteries of omnipotence loaded with
+thunderbolts, stands it century after century. I have no doubt
+sometimes an angel comes to Him and suggests, "Now is the time to
+strike." "No," says God; "wait a year, wait twenty years, wait a
+century, wait five centuries." What God does is not so wonderful as
+what He does not do. He has the reserve corps with which He could
+strike Mormonism and Mohammedanism and Paganism from the earth in a
+day. He could take all the fraud in New York on the west side of
+Broadway and hurl it into the Hudson, and all the fraud on the east
+side of Broadway and hurl it into the East River in an hour. He
+understands the combination lock of every dishonest money-safe, and
+could blow it up quicker than by any earthly explosive. Written all
+over the earth, written all over history are the words, "Divine
+forbearance, divine leniency, divine long-suffering."
+
+I wonder that God did not burn this world up two thousand years ago,
+scattering its ashes into immensity, its aerolites dropping into
+other worlds to be kept in their museums as specimens of a defunct
+planet. People sometimes talk of God as though He were hasty in His
+judgments and as though He snapped men up quick. Oh, no! He waited one
+hundred and twenty years for the people to get into the ark, and
+warned them all the time--one hundred and twenty years, then the flood
+came. The Anchor Line gives only a month's announcement of the sailing
+of the "Circassia," the White Star Line gives only a month's
+announcement of the sailing of the "Britannic," the Cunard Line gives
+only a month's announcement of the sailing of the "Oregon;" but of the
+sailing of that ship that Noah commanded God gave one hundred and
+twenty years' announcement and warning. Patience antediluvian,
+patience postdiluvian, patience in times Adamic, Abrahamic, Mosaic,
+Davidic, Pauline, Lutheran, Whitefieldian. Patience with men and
+nations. Patience with barbarisms and civilizations. Six thousand
+years of patience! Overtopping attribute of God, all of whose
+attributes are immeasurable. Why do the wicked live? That their
+overthrow may be the more impressive and climacteric. They must pile
+up their mischief until all the community shall see it, until the
+nation shall see it, until all the world shall see it. The higher it
+goes up the harder it will come down and the grander will be the
+divine vindication.
+
+God will not allow sin to sneak out of the world. God will not allow
+it merely to resign and quit. This shall not be a case that goes by
+default because no one appears against it. God will arraign it,
+handcuff it, try it, bring against it the verdict of all the good, and
+then gibbet it so high up that if one half of the gibbet stood on
+Mount Washington and the other on the Himalaya, it would not be any
+more conspicuous.
+
+About fifteen years ago we had in this country a most illustrious
+instance of how God lets a man go on in iniquity, so that at the close
+of the career his overthrow may be the more impressive, full of
+warning and climacteric. First, an honest chairmaker, then an
+alderman, then a member of congress, then a supervisor of a city, then
+school commissioner, then state senator, then commissioner of public
+works--on and up, stealing thousands of dollars here and thousands of
+dollars there, until the malfeasance in office overtopped anything the
+world had ever seen--making the new Court House in New York a monument
+of municipal crime, and rushing the debt of the city from thirty-six
+million dollars to ninety-seven millions. Now, he is at the top of
+millionairedom.
+
+Country-seat terraced and arbored and parterred clear to the water's
+brink. Horses enough to stock a king's equerry. Grooms and postilions
+in full rig. Wine cellars enough to make a whole legislature drunk.
+New York finances and New York politics in his vest pocket. He winked,
+and men in high place fell. He lifted his little finger, and
+ignoramuses took important office. He whispered, and in Albany and
+Washington they said it thundered. Wider and mightier and more baleful
+his influence, until it seemed as if Pandemonium was to be adjourned
+to this world, and in the Satanic realm there was to be a change of
+administration, and Apollyon, who had held dominion so long, should
+have a successful competitor.
+
+To bring all to a climax, a wedding came in the house of that man.
+Diamonds as large as hickory nuts. A pin of sixty diamonds
+representing sheaves of wheat. Musicians in a semicircle, half-hidden
+by a great harp of flowers. Ships of flowers. Forty silver sets, one
+of them with two hundred and forty pieces. One wedding-dress that cost
+five thousand dollars. A famous libertine, who owned several Long
+Island Sound steamboats, and not long before he was shot for his
+crimes, sent as a wedding present to that house a frosted silver
+iceberg, with representations of arctic bears walking on
+icicle-handles and ascending the spoons. Was there ever such a
+convocation of pictures, bronzes, of bric-à-brac, of grandeurs, social
+grandeurs? The highest wave of New York splendor rolled into that
+house and recoiled perhaps never again to rise so high. But just at
+that time, when all earthly and infernal observation was concentered
+on that man, eternal justice, impersonated by that wonder of the
+American bar, Charles O'Connor, got on the track of the offender.
+First arraignment, then sentence to twelve years' imprisonment under
+twelve indictments, then penitentiary on Blackwell's Island, then a
+lawsuit against him for six million dollars, then incarceration in
+Ludlow Street jail, then escape to foreign land, to be brought back
+under the stout grip of the constabulary, then dying of broken heart
+in a prison cell. God allowed him to go on in iniquity until all the
+world saw as never before that "the way of the transgressor is hard,"
+and that dishonesty will not declare permanent dividends, and that you
+had better be an honest chairmaker with a day's wages at a time than
+a brilliant commissioner of public works, all your pockets crammed
+with plunder.
+
+What a brilliant figure in history is William the Conqueror, the
+intimidator of France, of Anjou, of Brittany, victor at Hastings,
+snatching the crown of England and setting it on his own brow,
+destroying homesteads that he might have a larger game forest, making
+a Doomsday Book by which he could keep the whole land under despotic
+espionage, proclaiming war in revenge for a joke uttered in regard to
+his obesity. Harvest fields and vineyards going down under the cavalry
+hoof. Nations horror-struck. But one day while at the apex of all
+observation he is riding out and the horse put his hoof on a hot
+cinder, throwing the king so violently against the pommel of the
+saddle that he dies, his son hastening to England to get the crown
+before the breath has left his father's body.
+
+The imperial corpse drawn by a cart, most of the attendants leaving it
+in the street because of a fire alarm that they might go off and see
+the conflagration. And just as they are going to put his body down in
+the church which he had built, a man stepping up and saying, "Bishop,
+the man you praise is a robber. This church stands on my father's
+homestead. The property on which this church is built is mine. I
+reclaim my right. In the name of Almighty God I forbid you to bury the
+king here, or to cover him with my glebe." "Go up," said the ambition
+of William the Conqueror. "Go up by conquest, go up by throne, go up
+in the sight of all nations, go up by cruelties." But one day God
+said, "Come down, come down by the way of a miserable death, come down
+by the way of an ignominious obsequies, come down in the sight of all
+nations, come clear down, come down forever." And you and I see the
+same thing on a smaller scale many and many a time--illustrations of
+the fact that God lets the wicked live that He may make their
+overthrow the more climacteric.
+
+What is true in regard to sin is true in regard to its author, Satan,
+called Abaddon, called the Prince of the Power of the Air, called the
+serpent, called the dragon. It seems to me any intelligent man must
+admit that there is a commander-in-chief of all evil.
+
+The Persians called him Ahriman, the Hindus called him Siva. He was
+represented on canvas as a mythological combination of Thor and
+Cerberus and Pan and Vulcan and other horrible addenda. I do not care
+what you call him, that monster of evil is abroad, and his one work is
+destruction. John Milton almost glorified him by witchery of
+description, but he is the concentration of all meanness and of all
+despicability. My little child, seven years of age, said to her mother
+one day, "Why don't God kill the devil at once, and have done with
+it?" In less terse phrase we have all asked the same question. The
+Bible says he is to be imprisoned and he is to be chained down. Why
+not heave the old miscreant into his dungeon now? Does it not seem as
+if his volume of infamy were complete? Does it not seem as if the last
+fifty years would make an appropriate peroration? No; God will let him
+go on to the top of all bad endeavor, and then when all the earth and
+all constellations and galaxies and all the universe are watching, God
+will hurl him down with a violence and ghastliness enough to persuade
+five hundred eternities that a rebellion against God must perish. God
+will not do it by piecemeal, God will not do it by small skirmish. He
+will wait until all the troops are massed, and then some day when in
+defiant and confident mood, at the head of his army, this Goliath of
+hell stalks forth, our champion, the son of David, will strike him
+down, not with smooth stones from the brook, but with fragments from
+the Rock of Ages. But it will not be done until this giant of evil and
+his holy antagonist come out within full sight of the two great
+armies. The tragedy is only postponed to make the overthrow more
+impressive and climacteric. Do not fret. If God can afford to wait you
+can afford to wait. God's clock of destiny strikes only once in a
+thousand years. Do not try to measure events by the second-hand on
+your little time-piece. Sin and Satan go on only that their overthrow
+may at last be the more terrific, the more impressive, the more
+resounding, the more climacteric.
+
+Why do the wicked live? In order that they may build up fortresses for
+righteousness to capture. Have you not noticed that God harnesses men,
+bad men, and accomplishes good through them? Witness Cyrus, witness
+Nebuchadnezzar, witness the fact that the Bastile of oppression was
+pried open by the bayonets of a bad man. Recently there came to me the
+fact that a college had been built at the Far West for infidel
+purposes. There was to be no nonsense of chapel prayers, no Bible
+reading there. All the professors there were pronounced infidels. The
+college was opened, and the work went on, but, of course, failed. Not
+long ago a Presbyterian minister was in a bank in that village on
+purposes of business, and he heard in an adjoining room the board of
+trustees of that college discussing what they had better do with the
+institution, as it did not get on successfully, and one of the
+trustees proposed that it be handed over to the Presbyterians,
+prefacing the word Presbyterians with a very unhappy expletive. The
+resolutions were passed, and that fortress of infidelity has become a
+fortress of old-fashioned, orthodox religion, the only religion that
+will be worth a snap of your finger when you come to die or appear in
+the Day of Judgment. The devil built the college. Righteousness
+captured it.
+
+In some city there goes up a great club-house--the architecture, the
+furniture, all the equipment a bedazzlement of wealth. That particular
+club-house is designed to make gambling and dissipation respectable.
+
+Do not fret. That splendid building will after a while be a free
+library, or it will be a hospital, or it will be a gallery of pure
+art. Again and again observatories have been built by infidelity, and
+the first thing you know they go into the hand of Christian science.
+God said in the Bible that He would put a hook in Sennacherib's nose
+and pull him down by a way he knew not. And God has a hook to-day in
+the nose of every Sennacherib of infidelity and sin, and will drag him
+about as He will. Marble halls deserted to sinful amusements will yet
+be dedicated for religious assemblage. All these castles of sin are to
+be captured for God as we go forth with the battle-shout that Oliver
+Cromwell rang out at the head of his troops as he rode in on the field
+of Naseby: "Let God arise and let His enemies be scattered!" After a
+great fire in London, amid the ruins there was nothing left but an
+arch with the name of the architect upon it; and, my friends, whatever
+else goes down, God stays up.
+
+Why do the wicked live? That some of them may be monuments of mercy.
+
+So it was with John Newton, so it was with Augustine, perhaps so it
+was with you. Chieftains of sin to become chieftains of grace. Paul,
+the apostle, made out of Saul, the persecutor. Baxter, the flaming
+evangel, made out of Baxter, the blasphemer. Whole squadrons, with
+streamers of Emmanuel floating from the masthead, though once they
+were launched from the dry-docks of diabolism. God lets these wicked
+men live that He may make jewels out of them for coronets, that He may
+make tongues of fire out of them for Pentecosts, that He may make
+warriors out of them for Armageddons, that he may make conquerors out
+of them for the day when they shall ride at the head of the
+white-horse host in the grand review of the resurrection.
+
+Why do the wicked live? To make it plain beyond all controversy that
+there is another place of adjustment. So many of the bad up, so many
+of the good down. It seems to me that no man can look abroad without
+saying--no man of common sense, religious or irreligious, can look
+abroad without saying, "There must be some place where brilliant
+scoundrelism shall be arrested, where innocence shall get out from
+under the heel of despotism." Common fairness as well as eternal
+justice demands it.
+
+We adjourn to the great assizes, the stupendous injustices of this
+life. They are not righted here. There must be some place where they
+will be righted. God can not afford to omit the judgment day or the
+reconstruction of conditions. For you can not make me believe that
+that man stuffed with all abomination, having devoured widows' houses
+and digested them, looking with basilisk or tigerish eyes upon his
+fellows, no music so sweet to him as the sound of breaking hearts, is,
+at death, to get out of the landau at the front door of the sepulcher
+and pass right on through to the back door of the sepulcher, and find
+a celestial turnout waiting for him, so that he can drive tandem right
+up primrosed hills, one glory riding as lackey ahead, and another
+glory riding as postilion behind, while that poor woman who supported
+her invalid husband and her helpless children by taking in washing and
+ironing, often putting her hand to her side where the cancerous
+trouble had already begun, and dropping dead late on Saturday night
+while she was preparing the garments for the Sabbath day, coming afoot
+to the front door of the sepulcher, shall pass through to the back
+door of the sepulcher and find nothing waiting, no one to welcome, no
+one to tell her the way to the King's gate. I will not believe it.
+Solomon was confounded in his day by what he represents as princes
+afoot and beggars a-horseback, but I tell you there must be a place
+and a time when the right foot will get into the stirrup. To
+demonstrate beyond all controversy that there is another place for
+adjustment, God lets the wicked live.
+
+Why do the wicked live? For the same reason that He lets us live--to
+have time for repentance.
+
+Where would you and I have been if sin had been followed by immediate
+catastrophe? While the foot of Christ is fleet as that of a roebuck
+when He comes to save, it does seem as if he were hoppled with great
+languors and infinite lethargies when He comes to punish. Oh, I
+celebrate God's slowness, God's retardation, God's putting off the
+retribution! Do you not think, my brother, it would be a great deal
+better for us to exchange our impatient hypercriticism of Providence
+because this man, by watering of stock, makes a million dollars in one
+day, and another man rides on in one bloated iniquity year after
+year--would it not be better for us to exchange that impatient
+hypercriticism for gratitude everlasting that God let us who were
+wicked live, though we deserved nothing but capsize and demolition?
+Oh, I celebrate God's slowness! The slower the rail-train comes the
+better, if the drawbridge is off.
+
+How long have you, my brother, lived unforgiven? Fifteen, twenty,
+forty, sixty years? Lived through great awakenings, lived through
+domestic sorrow, lived through commercial calamity, lived through
+providential crises that startled nations, and you are living yet,
+strangers to God, and with no hope for a great future into which you
+may be precipitated. Oh, would it not be better for us to get our
+nature through the Grace of Christ revolutionized and transfigured?
+For I want you to know that God sometimes changes His gait, and
+instead of the deliberate tread He is the swift witness, and sometimes
+the enemies of God are suddenly destroyed, and that without remedy.
+
+Make God your ally. What an offer that is! Do not fight against Him.
+Do not contend against your best interests. Yield this morning to the
+best impulse of your heart, and that is toward Christ and heaven. Do
+not fight the Lord that made you and offers to redeem you.
+
+Philip of France went out with his army, with bows and arrows, to
+fight King Edward III. of England; but just as they got into the
+critical moment of the battle, a shower of rain came and relaxed the
+bow-strings so that they were of no effect, and Philip and his army
+were worsted. And all your weaponry against God will be as nothing
+when he rains upon you discomfiture from the heavens. Do not fight the
+Lord any longer. Change allegiance. Take down the old flag of sin, run
+up the new flag of grace. It does not take the Lord Jesus Christ the
+thousandth part of a second to convert you if you will only surrender,
+be willing to be saved. The American Congress was in anxiety during
+the Revolutionary War while awaiting to hear news from the conflict
+between Washington and Cornwallis, and the anxiety became intense and
+almost unbearable as the days went by. When the news came at last that
+Cornwallis had surrendered and the war was practically over, so great
+was the excitement that the doorkeeper of the House of Congress
+dropped dead from joyful excitement. And if this long war between your
+soul and God should come to an end this morning by your entire
+surrender, the war forever over, the news would very soon reach the
+heavens, and nothing but the supernatural health of your loved ones
+before the throne would keep them from being prostrated with overjoy
+at the cessation of all spiritual hostilities.
+
+
+THE END.
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+End of Project Gutenberg's New Tabernacle Sermons, by Thomas De Witt Talmage
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+<div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 14139 ***</div>
+
+<h2>NEW TABERNACLE SERMONS</h2>
+<h3>by</h3>
+<h2>T. DE WITT TALMAGE, D.D.</h2>
+
+<p style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0em;">Author Of
+<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 105%">&quot;<i>Crumbs Swept Up</i>,&quot; &quot;<i>The Abominations Of Modern Society</i>,&quot;</span> etc.</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0em">Delivered in the Brooklyn Tabernacle.</p>
+
+<p style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0em">VOL. I</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0em; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">New York:<br />
+George Munro, Publisher,<br />
+17 To 27 Vandewater Street.<br />
+1886.
+</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="center">
+<img border="0" src="images/image-01.jpg" height="400" width="415" alt="T. De Witt Talmage" /></p>
+<p style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0em">T. De Witt Talmage</p>
+
+<br />
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<br />
+<p style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0em;"><i>Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1885, by</i><br />
+ <span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">George Munro</span>,<br />
+ <i>in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, Washington, D.C.</i></p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<a name="toc" id="toc"></a><h3>CONTENTS.</h3>
+
+<div class='tble'>
+ <table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="1" width="75%" summary="Table of Contents" style="align: left">
+ <tr>
+ <td colspan="2" class="tdright" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Page</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#brawn_and_muscle">Brawn And Muscle</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">7</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#the_pleiades_and_orion">The Pleiades And Orion</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">21</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#the_queens_visit">The Queen's Visit</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">34</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#vicarious_suffering">Vicarious Suffering</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">45</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#posthumous_opportunity">Posthumous Opportunity</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">59</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#the_lords_razor">The Lord's Razor</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">72</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#windows_toward_jerusalem">Windows Toward Jerusalem</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">83</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#stormed_and_taken">Stormed And Taken</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">95</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#all_the_world_akin">All The World Akin</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">108</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#a_momentous_quest">A Momentous Quest</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">119</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#the_great_assize">The Great Assize</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">134</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#the_road_to_the_city">The Road To The City</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">147</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#the_ransomless">The Ransomless</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">158</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#the_three_groups">The Three Groups</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">171</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#the_insignificant">The Insignificant</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">184</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#the_three_rings">The Three Rings</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">197</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#how_he_came_to_say_it">How He Came To Say It</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">209</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#castle_jesus">Castle Jesus</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">221</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#stripping_the_slain">Stripping The Slain</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">233</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#sold_out">Sold Out</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">246</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#summer_temptations">Summer Temptations</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">259</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#the_banished_queen">The Banished Queen</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">274</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#the_day_we_live_in">The Day We Live In</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">285</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#capital_and_labor">Capital And Labor</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">297</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#despotism_of_the_needle">Despotism Of The Needle</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">311</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#tobacco_and_opium">Tobacco And Opium</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">325</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#why_are_satan">Why Are Satan And Sin Permitted?</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">339</td>
+ </tr>
+ </table>
+</div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="brawn_and_muscle" id="brawn_and_muscle"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<h3>BRAWN AND MUSCLE.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">&quot;And Samson went down to Timnath.&quot;&mdash;
+<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Judges</span> xiv: 1.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>There are two sides to the character of Samson. The one phase of his
+life, if followed into the particulars, would administer to the
+grotesque and the mirthful; but there is a phase of his character
+fraught with lessons of solemn and eternal import. To these graver
+lessons we devote our morning sermon.</p>
+
+<p>This giant no doubt in early life gave evidences of what he was to be.
+It is almost always so. There were two Napoleons&mdash;the boy Napoleon and
+the man Napoleon&mdash;but both alike; two Howards&mdash;the boy Howard and the
+man Howard&mdash;but both alike; two Samsons&mdash;the boy Samson and the man
+Samson&mdash;but both alike. This giant was no doubt the hero of the
+playground, and nothing could stand before his exhibitions of youthful
+prowess. At eighteen years of age he was betrothed to the daughter of
+a Philistine. Going down toward Timnath, a lion came out upon him,
+and, although this young giant was weaponless, he seized the monster
+by the long mane and shook him as a hungry hound shakes a March hare,
+and made his bones crack, and left him by the wayside bleeding under
+the smiting of his fist and the grinding heft of his heel.</p>
+
+<p>There he stands, looming up above other men, a mountain of flesh, his
+arms bunched with muscle that can lift the gate of a city, taking an
+attitude defiant of everything. His hair had never been cut, and it
+rolled down in seven great plaits over his shoulders, adding to his
+bulk, fierceness, and terror. The Philistines want to conquer him, and
+therefore they must find out where the secret of his strength lies.</p>
+
+<p>There is a dissolute woman living in the valley of Sorek by the name
+of Delilah. They appoint her the agent in the case. The Philistines
+are secreted in the same building, and then Delilah goes to work and
+coaxes Samson to tell what is the secret of his strength. &quot;Well,&quot; he
+says, &quot;if you should take seven green withes such as they fasten wild
+beasts with and put them around me I should be perfectly powerless.&quot;
+So she binds him with the seven green withes. Then she claps her hands
+and says: &quot;They come&mdash;the Philistines!&quot; and he walks out as though
+they were no impediment. She coaxes him again, and says: &quot;Now tell me
+the secret of this great strength?&quot; and he replies: &quot;If you should
+take some ropes that have never been used and tie me with them I
+should be just like other men.&quot; She ties him with the ropes, claps her
+hands, and shouts: &quot;They come&mdash;the Philistines!&quot; He walks out as
+easily as he did before&mdash;not a single obstruction. She coaxes him
+again, and he says: &quot;Now, if you should take these seven long plaits
+of hair, and by this house-loom weave them into a web, I could not get
+away.&quot; So the house-loom is rolled up, and the shuttle flies backward
+and forward and the long plaits of hair are woven into a web. Then she
+claps her hands, and says: &quot;They come&mdash;the Philistines!&quot; He walks out
+as easily as he did before, dragging a part of the loom with him.</p>
+
+<p>But after awhile she persuades him to tell the truth. He says: &quot;If you
+should take a razor or shears and cut off this long hair, I should be
+powerless and in the hands of my enemies.&quot; Samson sleeps, and that she
+may not wake him up during the process of shearing, help is called in.
+You know that the barbers of the East have such a skillful way of
+manipulating the head to this very day that, instead of waking up a
+sleeping man, they will put a man wide awake sound asleep. I hear the
+blades of the shears grinding against each other, and I see the long
+locks falling off. The shears or razor accomplishes what green withes
+and new ropes and house-loom could not do. Suddenly she claps her
+hands, and says: &quot;The Philistines be upon thee, Samson!&quot; He rouses up
+with a struggle, but his strength is all gone. He is in the hands of
+his enemies.</p>
+
+<p>I hear the groan of the giant as they take his eyes out, and then I
+see him staggering on in his blindness, feeling his way as he goes on
+toward Gaza. The prison door is open, and the giant is thrust in. He
+sits down and puts his hands on the mill-crank, which, with exhausting
+horizontal motion, goes day after day, week after week, month after
+month&mdash;work, work, work! The consternation of the world in captivity,
+his locks shorn, his eyes punctured, grinding corn in Gaza!</p>
+
+<p>I. First of all, behold in this giant of the text that physical power
+is not always an index of moral power. He was a huge man&mdash;the lion
+found it out, and the three thousand men whom he slew found it out;
+yet he was the subject of petty revenges and out-gianted by low
+passion. I am far from throwing any discredit upon physical stamina.
+There are those who seem to have great admiration for delicacy and
+sickliness of constitution. I never could see any glory in weak nerves
+or sick headache. Whatever effort in our day is made to make the men
+and women more robust should have the favor of every good citizen as
+well as of every Christian. Gymnastics may be positively religious.</p>
+
+<p>Good people sometimes ascribe to a wicked heart what they ought to
+ascribe to a slow liver. The body and the soul are such near neighbors
+that they often catch each other's diseases. Those who never saw a
+sick day, and who, like Hercules, show the giant in the cradle, have
+more to answer for than those who are the subjects of life-long
+infirmities. He who can lift twice as much as you can, and walk twice
+as far, and work twice as long, will have a double account to meet in
+the judgment.</p>
+
+<p>How often it is that you do not find physical energy indicative of
+spiritual power! If a clear head is worth more than one dizzy with
+perpetual vertigo&mdash;if muscles with the play of health in them are
+worth more than those drawn up in chronic &quot;rheumatics&quot;&mdash;if an eye
+quick to catch passing objects is better than one with vision dim and
+uncertain&mdash;then God will require of us efficiency just in proportion
+to what he has given us. Physical energy ought to be a type of moral
+power. We ought to have as good digestion of truth as we have capacity
+to assimilate food. Our spiritual hearing ought to be as good as our
+physical hearing. Our spiritual taste ought to be as clear as our
+tongue. Samsons in body, we ought to be giants in moral power.</p>
+
+<p>But while you find a great many men who realize that they ought to use
+their money aright, and use their intelligence aright, how few men you
+find aware of the fact that they ought to use their physical organism
+aright! With every thump of the heart there is something saying,
+&quot;Work! work!&quot; and, lest we should complain that we have no tools to
+work with, God gives us our hands and feet, with every knuckle, and
+with every joint, and with every muscle saying to us, &quot;Lay hold and do
+something.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>But how often it is that men with physical strength do not serve
+Christ! They are like a ship full manned and full rigged, capable of
+vast tonnage, able to endure all stress of weather, yet swinging idly
+at the docks, when these men ought to be crossing and recrossing the
+great ocean of human suffering and sin with God's supplies of mercy.
+How often it is that physical strength is used in doing positive
+damage, or in luxurious ease, when, with sleeves rolled up and bronzed
+bosom, fearless of the shafts of opposition, it ought to be laying
+hold with all its might, and tugging away to lift up this sunken wreck
+of a world.</p>
+
+<p>It is a most shameful fact that much of the business of the Church and
+of the world must be done by those comparatively invalid. Richard
+Baxter, by reason of his diseases, all his days sitting in the door of
+the tomb, yet writing more than a hundred volumes, and sending out an
+influence for God that will endure as long as the &quot;Saints' Everlasting
+Rest.&quot; Edward Payson, never knowing a well day, yet how he preached,
+and how he wrote, helping thousands of dying souls like himself to
+swim in a sea of glory! And Robert M'Cheyne, a walking skeleton, yet
+you know what he did in Dundee, and how he shook Scotland with zeal
+for God. Philip Doddridge, advised by his friends, because of his
+illness, not to enter the ministry, yet you know what he did for the
+&quot;rise and progress of religion&quot; in the Church and in the world.</p>
+
+<p>Wilberforce was told by his doctors that he could not live a
+fortnight, yet at that very time entering upon philanthropic
+enterprises that demanded the greatest endurance and persistence.
+Robert Hall, suffering excruciations, so that often in his pulpit
+while preaching he would stop and lie down on a sofa, then getting up
+again to preach about heaven until the glories of the celestial city
+dropped on the multitude, doing more work, perhaps, than almost any
+well man in his day.</p>
+
+<p>Oh, how often it is that men with great physical endurance are not as
+great in moral and spiritual stature! While there are achievements for
+those who are bent all their days with sickness&mdash;achievements of
+patience, achievements of Christian endurance&mdash;I call upon men of
+health to-day, men of muscle, men of nerve, men of physical power, to
+devote themselves to the Lord. Giants in body, you ought to be giants
+in soul.</p>
+
+<p>II. Behold also, in the story of my text, illustration of the fact of
+the damage that strength can do if it be misguided. It seems to me
+that this man spent a great deal of his time in doing evil&mdash;this
+Samson of my text. To pay a bet which he had lost by guessing of his
+riddle he robs and kills thirty people. He was not only gigantic in
+strength, but gigantic in mischief, and a type of those men in all
+ages of the world who, powerful in body or mind, or any faculty of
+social position or wealth, have used their strength for iniquitous
+purposes.</p>
+
+<p>It is not the small, weak men of the day who do the damage. These
+small men who go swearing and loafing about your stores and shops and
+banking-houses, assailing Christ and the Bible and the Church&mdash;they do
+not do the damage. They have no influence. They are vermin that you
+crush with your foot. But it is the giants of the day, the misguided
+giants, giants in physical power, or giants in mental acumen, or
+giants in social position, or giants in wealth, who do the damage.</p>
+
+<p>The men with sharp pens that stab religion and throw their poison all
+through our literature; the men who use the power of wealth to
+sanction iniquity, and bribe justice, and make truth and honor bow to
+their golden scepter.</p>
+
+<p>Misguided giants&mdash;look out for them! In the middle and the latter part
+of the last century no doubt there were thousands of men in Paris and
+Edinburgh and London who hated God and blasphemed the name of the
+Almighty; but they did but little mischief&mdash;they were small men,
+insignificant men. Yet there were giants in those days.</p>
+
+<p>Who can calculate the soul-havoc of a Rousseau, going on with a very
+enthusiasm of iniquity, with fiery imagination seizing upon all the
+impulsive natures of his day? or David Hume, who employed his life as
+a spider employs its summer, in spinning out silken webs to trap the
+unwary? or Voltaire, the most learned man of his day, marshaling a
+great host of skeptics, and leading them out in the dark land of
+infidelity? or Gibbon, who showed an uncontrollable grudge against
+religion in his history of one of the most fascinating periods of the
+world's existence&mdash;the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire&mdash;a book in
+which, with all the splendors of his genius, he magnified the errors
+of Christian disciples, while, with a sparseness of notice that never
+can be forgiven, he treated of the Christian heroes of whom the world
+was not worthy?</p>
+
+<p>Oh, men of stout physical health, men of great mental stature, men of
+high social position, men of great power of any sort, I want you to
+understand your power, and I want you to know that that power devoted
+to God will be a crown on earth, to you typical of a crown in heaven;
+but misguided, bedraggled in sin, administrative of evil, God will
+thunder against you with His condemnation in the day when millionaire
+and pauper, master and slave, king and subject, shall stand side by
+side in the judgment, and money-bags, and judicial ermine, and royal
+robe shall be riven with the lightnings.</p>
+
+<p>Behold also, how a giant may be slain of a woman. Delilah started the
+train of circumstances that pulled down the temple of Dagon about
+Samson's ears. And tens of thousands of giants have gone down to death
+and hell through the same impure fascinations. It seems to me that it
+is high time that pulpit and platform and printing-press speak out
+against the impurities of modern society. Fastidiousness and Prudery
+say: &quot;Better not speak&mdash;you will rouse up adverse criticism; you will
+make worse what you want to make better; better deal in glittering
+generalities; the subject is too delicate for polite ears.&quot; But there
+comes a voice from heaven overpowering the mincing sentimentalities of
+the day, saying: &quot;Cry aloud, spare not, lift up thy voice like a
+trumpet, and show my people their transgressions and the house of
+Jacob their sins.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The trouble is that when people write or speak upon this theme they
+are apt to cover it up with the graces of belles-lettres, so that the
+crime is made attractive instead of repulsive. Lord Byron in &quot;Don
+Juan&quot; adorns this crime until it smiles like a May queen. Michelet,
+the great French writer, covers it up with bewitching rhetoric until
+it glows like the rising sun, when it ought to be made loathsome as a
+small-pox hospital. There are to-day influences abroad which, if
+unresisted by the pulpit and the printing-press, will turn New York
+and Brooklyn into Sodom and Gomorrah, fit only for the storm of fire
+and brimstone that whelmed the cities of the plain.</p>
+
+<p>You who are seated in your Christian homes, compassed by moral and
+religious restraints, do not realize the gulf of iniquity that bounds
+you on the north and the south and the east and the west. While I
+speak there are tens of thousands of men and women going over the
+awful plunge of an impure life; and while I cry to God for mercy upon
+their souls, I call upon you to marshal in the defense of your homes,
+your Church and your nation. There is a banqueting hall that you have
+never heard described. You know all about the feast of Ahasuerus,
+where a thousand lords sat. You know all about Belshazzar's carousal,
+where the blood of the murdered king spurted into the faces of the
+banqueters. You may know of the scene of riot and wassail, when there
+was set before Esopus one dish of food that cost $400,000. But I speak
+now of a different banqueting hall. Its roof is fretted with fire. Its
+floor is tesselated with fire. Its chalices are chased with fire. Its
+song is a song of fire. Its walls are buttresses of fire. Solomon
+refers to it when he says: &quot;Her guests are in the depths of hell.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Our American communities are suffering from the gospel of Free
+Loveism, which, fifteen or twenty years ago, was preached on the
+platform and in some of the churches of this country. I charge upon
+Free Loveism that it has blighted innumerable homes, and that it has
+sent innumerable souls to ruin. Free Loveism is bestial; it is
+worse&mdash;it is infernal! It has furnished this land with about one
+thousand divorces annually. In one county in the State of Indiana it
+furnished eleven divorces in one day before dinner. It has roused up
+elopements, North, South, East, and West. You can hardly take up a
+paper but you read of an elopement. As far as I can understand the
+doctrine of Free Loveism it is this: That every man ought to have
+somebody else's wife, and every wife somebody else's husband. They do
+not like our Christian organization of society, and I wish they would
+all elope, the wretches of one sex taking the wretches of the other,
+and start to-morrow morning for the great Sahara Desert, until the
+simoom shall sweep seven feet of sand all over them, and not one
+passing caravan for the next five hundred years bring back one
+miserable bone of their carcasses! Free Loveism! It is the
+double-distilled extract of nux vomica, ratsbane, and adder's tongue.
+Never until society goes back to the old Bible, and hears its eulogy
+of purity and its anathema of uncleanness&mdash;never until then will this
+evil be extirpated.</p>
+
+<p>IV. Behold also in this giant of the text and in the giant of our own
+century that great physical power must crumble and expire. The Samson
+of the text long ago went away. He fought the lion. He fought the
+Philistines. He could fight anything, but death was too much for him.
+He may have required a longer grave and a broader grave; but the tomb
+nevertheless was his terminus.</p>
+
+<p>If, then, we are to be compelled to go out of this world, where are we
+to go to? This body and soul must soon part. What shall be the destiny
+of the former I know&mdash;dust to dust. But what shall be the destiny of
+the latter? Shall it rise into the companionship of the white-robed,
+whose sins Christ has slain? or will it go down among the unbelieving,
+who tried to gain the world and save their souls, but were swindled
+out of both? Blessed be God, we have a Champion! He is so styled in
+the Bible: A Champion who has conquered death and hell, and he is
+ready to fight all our battles from the first to the last. &quot;Who is
+this that cometh from Edom, with dyed garments from Bozrah, mighty to
+save?&quot; If we follow in the wake of that Champion death has no power
+and the grave no victory. The worst man trusting in Him shall have his
+dying pangs alleviated and his future illumined.</p>
+
+<p>V. In the light of this subject I want to call your attention to a
+fact which may not have been rightly considered by five men in this
+house, and that is the fact that we must be brought into judgment for
+the employment of our physical organism. Shoulder, brain, hand,
+foot&mdash;we must answer in judgment for the use we have made of them.
+Have they been used for the elevation of society or for its
+depression? In proportion as our arm is strong and our step elastic
+will our account at last be intensified. Thousands of sermons are
+preached to invalids. I preach this sermon this morning to stout men
+and healthful women. We must give to God an account for the right use
+of this physical organism.</p>
+
+<p>These invalids have comparatively little to account for, perhaps. They
+could not lift twenty pounds. They could not walk half a mile without
+sitting down to rest. In the preparation of this subject I have said
+to myself, how shall I account to God in judgment for the use of a
+body which never knew one moment of real sickness? Rising up in
+judgment, standing beside the men and women who had only little
+physical energy, and yet consumed that energy in a conflagration of
+religious enthusiasm, how will we feel abashed!</p>
+
+<p>Oh, men of the strong arm and the stout heart, what use are you making
+of your physical forces? Will you be able to stand the test of that
+day when we must answer for the use of every talent, whether it were a
+physical energy, or a mental acumen, or a spiritual power?</p>
+
+<p>The day approaches, and I see one who in this world was an invalid,
+and as she stands before the throne of God to answer she says, &quot;I was
+sick all my days. I had but very little strength, but I did as well as
+I could in being kind to those who were more sick and more
+suffering.&quot; And Christ will say, &quot;Well done, faithful servant.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>And then a little child will stand before the throne, and she will
+say, &quot;On earth I had a curvature of the spine, and I was very weak,
+and I was very sick; but I used to gather flowers out of the wild-wood
+and bring them to my sick mother, and she was comforted when she saw
+the sweet flowers out of the wild-wood. I didn't do much, but I did
+something.&quot; And Christ shall say, as He takes her up in His arm and
+kisses her, &quot;Well done, well done, faithful servant; enter thou into
+the joy of thy Lord.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>What, then, will be said to us&mdash;we to whom the Lord gave physical
+strength and continuous health? Hark! it thunders again. The judgment!
+the judgment!</p>
+
+<p>I said to an old Scotch minister, who was one of the best friends I
+ever had, &quot;Doctor, did you ever know Robert Pollock, the Scotch poet,
+who wrote 'The Course of Time'?&quot; &quot;Oh, yes,&quot; he replied, &quot;I knew him
+well; I was his classmate.&quot; And then the doctor went on to tell me how
+that the writing of &quot;The Course of Time&quot; exhausted the health of
+Robert Pollock, and he expired. It seems as if no man could have such
+a glimpse of the day for which all other days were made as Robert
+Pollock had, and long survive that glimpse. In the description of that
+day he says, among other things:</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;Begin the woe, ye woods, and tell it to the doleful winds<br /></span>
+<span>And doleful winds wail to the howling hills,<br /></span>
+<span>And howling hills mourn to the dismal vales,<br /></span>
+<span>And dismal vales sigh to the sorrowing brooks,<br /></span>
+<span>And sorrowing brooks weep to the weeping stream,<br /></span>
+<span>And weeping stream awake the groaning deep;<br /></span>
+<span>Ye heavens, great archway of the universe, put sack-cloth on;<br /></span>
+<span>And ocean, robe thyself in garb of widowhood,<br /></span>
+<span>And gather all thy waves into a groan, and utter it.<br /></span>
+<span>Long, loud, deep, piercing, dolorous, immense.<br /></span>
+<span>The occasion asks it, Nature dies, and angels come to lay<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">her in her grave.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>What Robert Pollock saw in poetic dream, you and I will see in
+positive reality&mdash;the judgment! the judgment!</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="the_pleiades_and_orion" id="the_pleiades_and_orion"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+
+<h3>THE PLEIADES AND ORION.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">&quot;Seek Him that maketh the Seven Stars and Orion.&quot;&mdash;
+<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Amos</span>. v. 8</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>A country farmer wrote this text&mdash;Amos of Tekoa. He plowed the earth
+and threshed the grain by a new threshing-machine just invented, as
+formerly the cattle trod out the grain. He gathered the fruit of the
+sycamore-tree, and scarified it with an iron comb just before it was
+getting ripe, as it was necessary and customary in that way to take
+from it the bitterness. He was the son of a poor shepherd, and
+stuttered; but before the stammering rustic the Philistines, and
+Syrians, and Phoenicians, and Moabites, and Ammonites, and Edomites,
+and Israelites trembled.</p>
+
+<p>Moses was a law-giver, Daniel was a prince, Isaiah a courtier, and
+David a king; but Amos, the author of my text, was a peasant, and, as
+might be supposed, nearly all his parallelisms are pastoral, his
+prophecy full of the odor of new-mown hay, and the rattle of locusts,
+and the rumble of carts with sheaves, and the roar of wild beasts
+devouring the flock while the shepherd came out in their defense. He
+watched the herds by day, and by night inhabited a booth made out of
+bushes, so that through these branches he could see the stars all
+night long, and was more familiar with them than we who have tight
+roofs to our houses, and hardly ever see the stars except among the
+tall brick chimneys of the great towns. But at seasons of the year
+when the herds were in special danger, he would stay out in the open
+field all through the darkness, his only shelter the curtain of the
+night, heaven, with the stellar embroideries and silvered tassels of
+lunar light.</p>
+
+<p>What a life of solitude, all alone with his herds! Poor Amos! And at
+twelve o'clock at night, hark to the wolf's bark, and the lion's roar,
+and the bear's growl, and the owl's te-whit-te-whos, and the serpent's
+hiss, as he unwittingly steps too near while moving through the
+thickets! So Amos, like other herdsmen, got the habit of studying the
+map of the heavens, because it was so much of the time spread out
+before him. He noticed some stars advancing and others receding. He
+associated their dawn and setting with certain seasons of the year. He
+had a poetic nature, and he read night by night, and month by month,
+and year by year, the poem of the constellations, divinely rhythmic.
+But two rosettes of stars especially attracted his attention while
+seated on the ground, or lying on his back under the open scroll of
+the midnight heavens&mdash;the Pleiades, or Seven Stars, and Orion. The
+former group this rustic prophet associated with the spring, as it
+rises about the first of May. The latter he associated with the
+winter, as it comes to the meridian in January. The Pleiades, or Seven
+Stars, connected with all sweetness and joy; Orion, the herald of the
+tempest. The ancients were the more apt to study the physiognomy and
+juxtaposition of the heavenly bodies, because they thought they had a
+special influence upon the earth; and perhaps they were right. If the
+moon every few hours lifts and lets down the tides of the Atlantic
+Ocean, and the electric storms of last year in the sun, by all
+scientific admission, affected the earth, why not the stars have
+proportionate effect?</p>
+
+<p>And there are some things which make me think that it may not have
+been all superstition which connected the movements and appearance of
+the heavenly bodies with great moral events on earth. Did not a meteor
+run on evangelistic errand on the first Christmas night, and designate
+the rough cradle of our Lord? Did not the stars in their courses fight
+against Sisera? Was it merely coincidental that before the destruction
+of Jerusalem the moon was eclipsed for twelve consecutive nights? Did
+it merely happen so that a new star appeared in constellation
+Cassiopeia, and then disappeared just before King Charles IX. of
+France, who was responsible for St. Bartholomew massacre, died? Was it
+without significance that in the days of the Roman Emperor Justinian
+war and famine were preceded by the dimness of the sun, which for
+nearly a year gave no more light than the moon, although there were no
+clouds to obscure it?</p>
+
+<p>Astrology, after all, may have been something more than a brilliant
+heathenism. No wonder that Amos of the text, having heard these two
+anthems of the stars, put down the stout rough staff of the herdsman
+and took into his brown hand and cut and knotted fingers the pen of a
+prophet, and advised the recreant people of his time to return to God,
+saying: &quot;Seek Him that maketh the Seven Stars and Orion.&quot; This
+command, which Amos gave 785 years B.C., is just as appropriate for
+us, 1885 A.D.</p>
+
+<p>In the first place, Amos saw, as we must see, that the God who made
+the Pleiades and Orion must be the God of order. It was not so much a
+star here and a star there that impressed the inspired herdsman, but
+seven in one group, and seven in the other group. He saw that night
+after night and season after season and decade after decade they had
+kept step of light, each one in its own place, a sisterhood never
+clashing and never contesting precedence. From the time Hesiod called
+the Pleiades the &quot;seven daughters of Atlas&quot; and Virgil wrote in his
+&AElig;neid of &quot;Stormy Orion&quot; until now, they have observed the order
+established for their coming and going; order written not in
+manuscript that may be pigeon-holed, but with the hand of the Almighty
+on the dome of the sky, so that all nations may read it. Order.
+Persistent order. Sublime order. Omnipotent order.</p>
+
+<p>What a sedative to you and me, to whom communities and nations
+sometimes seem going pell-mell, and world ruled by some fiend at
+hap-hazard, and in all directions maladministration! The God who keeps
+seven worlds in right circuit for six thousand years can certainly
+keep all the affairs of individuals and nations and continents in
+adjustment. We had not better fret much, for the peasant's argument of
+the text was right. If God can take care of the seven worlds of the
+Pleiades and the four chief worlds of Orion, He can probably take care
+of the one world we inhabit.</p>
+
+<p>So I feel very much as my father felt one day when we were going to
+the country mill to get a grist ground, and I, a boy of seven years,
+sat in the back part of the wagon, and our yoke of oxen ran away with
+us and along a labyrinthine road through the woods, so that I thought
+every moment we would be dashed to pieces, and I made a terrible
+outcry of fright, and my father turned to me with a face perfectly
+calm, and said: &quot;De Witt, what are you crying about? I guess we can
+ride as fast as the oxen can run.&quot; And, my hearers, why should we be
+affrighted and lose our equilibrium in the swift movement of worldly
+events, especially when we are assured that it is not a yoke of
+unbroken steers that are drawing us on, but that order and wise
+government are in the yoke?</p>
+
+<p>In your occupation, your mission, your sphere, do the best you can,
+and then trust to God; and if things are all mixed and disquieting,
+and your brain is hot and your heart sick, get some one to go out with
+you into the starlight and point out to you the Pleiades, or, better
+than that, get into some observatory, and through the telescope see
+further than Amos with the naked eye could&mdash;namely, two hundred stars
+in the Pleiades, and that in what is called the sword of Orion there
+is a nebula computed to be two trillion two hundred thousand billions
+of times larger than the sun. Oh, be at peace with the God who made
+all that and controls all that&mdash;the wheel of the constellations
+turning in the wheel of galaxies for thousands of years without the
+breaking of a cog or the slipping of a band or the snap of an axle.
+For your placidity and comfort through the Lord Jesus Christ I charge
+you, &quot;Seek Him that maketh the Seven Stars and Orion.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Again, Amos saw, as we must see, that the God who made these two
+groups of the text was the God of light. Amos saw that God was not
+satisfied with making one star, or two or three stars, but He makes
+seven; and having finished that group of worlds, makes another
+group&mdash;group after group. To the Pleiades He adds Orion. It seems that
+God likes light so well that He keeps making it. Only one being in the
+universe knows the statistics of solar, lunar, stellar, meteoric
+creations, and that is the&mdash;Creator Himself. And they have all been
+lovingly christened, each one a name as distinct as the names of your
+children. &quot;He telleth the number of the stars; He calleth them all by
+their names.&quot; The seven Pleiades had names given to them, and they are
+Alcyone, Merope, Cel&aelig;no, Electra, Sterope, Taygete, and Maia.</p>
+
+<p>But think of the billions and trillions of daughters of starry light
+that God calls by name as they sweep by Him with beaming brow and
+lustrous robe! So fond is God of light&mdash;natural light, moral light,
+spiritual light. Again and again is light harnessed for
+symbolization&mdash;Christ, the bright and morning star; evangelization,
+the daybreak; the redemption of nations, Sun of Righteousness rising
+with healing in His wings. Oh, men and women, with so many sorrows and
+sins and perplexities, if you want light of comfort, light of pardon,
+light of goodness, in earnest, pray through Christ, &quot;Seek Him that
+maketh the Seven Stars and Orion.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Again, Amos saw, as we must see, that the God who made these two
+archipelagoes of stars must be an unchanging God. There had been no
+change in the stellar appearance in this herdsman's life-time, and his
+father, a shepherd, reported to him that there had been no change in
+his life-time. And these two clusters hang over the celestial arbor
+now just as they were the first night that they shone on the Edenic
+bowers, the same as when the Egyptians built the Pyramids from the top
+of which to watch them, the same as when the Chaldeans calculated the
+eclipses, the same as when Elihu, according to the Book of Job, went
+out to study the aurora borealis, the same under Ptolemaic system and
+Copernican system, the same from Calisthenes to Pythagoras, and from
+Pythagoras to Herschel. Surely, a changeless God must have fashioned
+the Pleiades and Orion! Oh, what an anodyne amid the ups and downs of
+life, and the flux and reflux of the tides of prosperity, to know that
+we have a changeless God, the same yesterday, to-day, and forever.</p>
+
+<p>Xerxes garlanded and knighted the steersman of his boat in the
+morning, and hanged him in the evening of the same day. Fifty thousand
+people stood around the columns of the national capitol, shouting
+themselves hoarse at the presidential inaugural, and in four months so
+great were the antipathies that a ruffian's pistol in Washington depot
+expressed the sentiment of a great multitude. The world sits in its
+chariot and drives tandem, and the horse ahead is Huzza, and the horse
+behind is Anathema. Lord Cobham, in King James' time, was applauded,
+and had thirty-five thousand dollars a year, but was afterward
+execrated, and lived on scraps stolen from the royal kitchen.
+Alexander the Great after death remained unburied for thirty days,
+because no one would do the honor of shoveling him under. The Duke of
+Wellington refused to have his iron fence mended, because it had been
+broken by an infuriated populace in some hour of political
+excitement, and he left it in ruins that men might learn what a fickle
+thing is human favor. &quot;But the mercy of the Lord is from everlasting
+to everlasting to them that fear Him, and His righteousness unto the
+children's children of such as keep His covenant, and to those who
+remember His commandments to do them.&quot; This moment &quot;seek Him that
+maketh the Seven Stars and Orion.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Again, Amos saw, as we must see, that the God who made these two
+beacons of the Oriental night sky must be a God of love and kindly
+warning. The Pleiades rising in mid-sky said to all the herdsmen and
+shepherds and husbandmen: &quot;Come out and enjoy the mild weather, and
+cultivate your gardens and fields.&quot; Orion, coming in winter, warned
+them to prepare for tempest. All navigation was regulated by these two
+constellations. The one said to shipmaster and crew: &quot;Hoist sail for
+the sea, and gather merchandise from other lands.&quot; But Orion was the
+storm-signal, and said: &quot;Reef sail, make things snug, or put into
+harbor, for the hurricanes are getting their wings out.&quot; As the
+Pleiades were the sweet evangels of the spring, Orion was the warning
+prophet of the winter.</p>
+
+<p>Oh, now I get the best view of God I ever had! There are two kinds of
+sermons I never want to preach&mdash;the one that presents God so kind, so
+indulgent, so lenient, so imbecile that men may do what they will
+against Him, and fracture His every law, and put the cry of their
+impertinence and rebellion under His throne, and while they are
+spitting in His face and stabbing at His heart, He takes them up in
+His arms and kisses their infuriated brow and cheek, saying, &quot;Of such
+is the kingdom of heaven.&quot; The other kind of sermon I never want to
+preach is the one that represents God as all fire and torture and
+thundercloud, and with red-hot pitch-fork tossing the human race into
+paroxysms of infinite agony. The sermon that I am now preaching
+believes in a God of loving, kindly warning, the God of spring and
+winter, the God of the Pleiades and Orion.</p>
+
+<p>You must remember that the winter is just as important as the spring.
+Let one winter pass without frost to kill vegetation and ice to bind
+the rivers and snow to enrich our fields, and then you will have to
+enlarge your hospitals and your cemeteries. &quot;A green Christmas makes a
+fat grave-yard,&quot; was the old proverb. Storms to purify the air.
+Thermometer at ten degrees above zero to tone up the system. December
+and January just as important as May and June. I tell you we need the
+storms of life as much as we do the sunshine. There are more men
+ruined by prosperity than by adversity. If we had our own way in life,
+before this we would have been impersonations of selfishness and
+worldliness and disgusting sin, and puffed up until we would have been
+like Julius C&aelig;sar, who was made by sycophants to believe that he was
+divine, and the freckles on his face were as the stars of the
+firmament.</p>
+
+<p>One of the swiftest transatlantic voyages made last summer by the
+&quot;Etruria&quot; was because she had a stormy wind abaft, chasing her from
+New York to Liverpool. But to those going in the opposite direction
+the storm was a buffeting and a hinderance. It is a bad thing to have
+a storm ahead, pushing us back; but if we be God's children and
+aiming toward heaven, the storms of life will only chase us the sooner
+into the harbor. I am so glad to believe that the monsoons, and
+typhoons, and mistrals, and siroccos of the land and sea are not
+unchained maniacs let loose upon the earth, but are under divine
+supervision! I am so glad that the God of the Seven Stars is also the
+God of Orion! It was out of Dante's suffering came the sublime &quot;Divina
+Commedia,&quot; and out of John Milton's blindness came &quot;Paradise Lost,&quot;
+and out of miserable infidel attack came the &quot;Bridgewater Treatise&quot; in
+favor of Christianity, and out of David's exile came the songs of
+consolation, and out of the sufferings of Christ came the possibility
+of the world's redemption, and out of your bereavement, your
+persecution, your poverties, your misfortunes, may yet come an eternal
+heaven.</p>
+
+<p>Oh, what a mercy it is that in the text and all up and down the Bible
+God induces us to look out toward other worlds! Bible astronomy in
+Genesis, in Joshua, in Job, in the Psalms, in the prophets, major and
+minor, in St. John's Apocalypse, practically saying, &quot;Worlds! worlds!
+worlds! Get ready for them!&quot; We have a nice little world here that we
+stick to, as though losing that we lose all. We are afraid of falling
+off this little raft of a world. We are afraid that some meteoric
+iconoclast will some night smash it, and we want everything to revolve
+around it, and are disappointed when we find that it revolves around
+the sun instead of the sun revolving around it. What a fuss we make
+about this little bit of a world, its existence only a short time
+between two spasms, the paroxysm by which it was hurled from chaos
+into order, and the paroxysm of its demolition.</p>
+
+<p>And I am glad that so many texts call us to look off to other worlds,
+many of them larger and grander and more resplendent. &quot;Look there,&quot;
+says Job, &quot;at Mazaroth and Arcturus and his sons!&quot; &quot;Look there,&quot; says
+St. John, &quot;at the moon under Christ's feet!&quot; &quot;Look there,&quot; says
+Joshua, &quot;at the sun standing still above Gibeon!&quot; &quot;Look there,&quot; says
+Moses, &quot;at the sparkling firmament!&quot; &quot;Look there,&quot; says Amos, the
+herdsman, &quot;at the Seven Stars and Orion!&quot; Don't let us be so sad about
+those who shove off from this world under Christly pilotage. Don't let
+us be so agitated about our own going off this little barge or sloop
+or canal-boat of a world to get on some &quot;Great Eastern&quot; of the
+heavens. Don't let us persist in wanting to stay in this barn, this
+shed, this outhouse of a world, when all the King's palaces already
+occupied by many of our best friends are swinging wide open their
+gates to let us in.</p>
+
+<p>When I read, &quot;In my Father's house are many mansions,&quot; I do not know
+but that each world is a room, and as many rooms as there are worlds,
+stellar stairs, stellar galleries, stellar hallways, stellar windows,
+stellar domes. How our departed friends must pity us shut up in these
+cramped apartments, tired if we walk fifteen miles, when they some
+morning, by one stroke of wing, can make circuit of the whole stellar
+system and be back in time for matins! Perhaps yonder twinkling
+constellation is the residence of the martyrs; that group of twelve
+luminaries is the celestial home of the Apostles. Perhaps that steep
+of light is the dwelling-place of angels cherubic, seraphic,
+archangelic. A mansion with as many rooms as worlds, and all their
+windows illuminated for festivity.</p>
+
+<p>Oh, how this widens and lifts and stimulates our expectation! How
+little it makes the present, and how stupendous it makes the future!
+How it consoles us about our pious dead, that instead of being boxed
+up and under the ground have the range of as many rooms as there are
+worlds, and welcome everywhere, for it is the Father's house, in which
+there are many mansions! Oh, Lord God of the Seven Stars and Orion,
+how can I endure the transport, the ecstasy, of such a vision! I must
+obey my text and seek Him. I will seek Him. I seek Him now, for I call
+to mind that it is not the material universe that is most valuable,
+but the spiritual, and that each of us has a soul worth more than all
+the worlds which the inspired herdsman saw from his booth on the hills
+of Tekoa.</p>
+
+<p>I had studied it before, but the Cathedral of Cologne, Germany, never
+impressed me as it did this summer. It is admittedly the grandest
+Gothic structure in the world, its foundation laid in 1248, only two
+or three years ago completed. More than six hundred years in building.
+All Europe taxed for its construction. Its chapel of the Magi with
+precious stones enough to purchase a kingdom. Its chapel of St. Agnes
+with masterpieces of painting. Its spire springing five hundred and
+eleven feet into the heavens. Its stained glass the chorus of all rich
+colors. Statues encircling the pillars and encircling all. Statues
+above statues, until sculpture can do no more, but faints and falls
+back against carved stalls and down on pavements over which the kings
+and queens of the earth have walked to confession. Nave and aisles and
+transept and portals combining the splendors of sunrise. Interlaced,
+interfoliated, intercolumned grandeur. As I stood outside, looking at
+the double range of flying buttresses and the forest of pinnacles,
+higher and higher and higher, until I almost reeled from dizziness, I
+exclaimed; &quot;Great doxology in stone! Frozen prayer of many nations!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>But while standing there I saw a poor man enter and put down his pack
+and kneel beside his burden on the hard floor of that cathedral. And
+tears of deep emotion came into my eyes, as I said to myself: &quot;There
+is a soul worth more than all the material surroundings. That man will
+live after the last pinnacle has fallen, and not one stone of all that
+cathedral glory shall remain uncrumbled. He is now a Lazarus in rags
+and poverty and weariness, but immortal, and a son of the Lord God
+Almighty; and the prayer he now offers, though amid many
+superstitions, I believe God will hear; and among the Apostles whose
+sculptured forms stand in the surrounding niches he will at last be
+lifted, and into the presence of that Christ whose sufferings are
+represented by the crucifix before which he bows; and be raised in due
+time out of all his poverties into the glorious home built for him and
+built for us by 'Him who maketh the Seven Stars and Orion.'&quot;</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="the_queens_visit" id="the_queens_visit"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<h3>THE QUEEN'S VISIT.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">
+&quot;Behold, the half was not told me.&quot;&mdash;
+<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">I Kings</span> x: 7.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>Solomon had resolved that Jerusalem should be the center of all
+sacred, regal, and commercial magnificence. He set himself to work,
+and monopolized the surrounding desert as a highway for his caravans.
+He built the city of Palmyra around one of the principal wells of the
+East, so that all the long trains of merchandise from the East were
+obliged to stop there, pay toll, and leave part of their wealth in the
+hands of Solomon's merchants. He manned the fortress Thapsacus at the
+chief ford of the Euphrates, and put under guard everything that
+passed there. The three great products of Palestine&mdash;wine pressed from
+the richest clusters and celebrated all the world over; oil which in
+that hot country is the entire substitute for butter and lard, and was
+pressed from the olive branches until every tree in the country became
+an oil well; and honey which was the entire substitute for
+sugar&mdash;these three great products of the country Solomon exported, and
+received in return fruits and precious woods and the animals of every
+clime.</p>
+
+<p>He went down to Ezion-geber and ordered a fleet of ships to be
+constructed, oversaw the workmen, and watched the launching of the
+flotilla which was to go out on more than a year's voyage, to bring
+home the wealth of the then known world. He heard that the Egyptian
+horses were large and swift, and long-maned and round-limbed, and he
+resolved to purchase them, giving eighty-five dollars apiece for them,
+putting the best of these horses in his own stall, and selling the
+surplus to foreign potentates at great profit.</p>
+
+<p>He heard that there was the best of timber on Mount Lebanon, and he
+sent out one hundred and eighty thousand men to hew down the forest
+and drag the timber through the mountain gorges, to construct it into
+rafts to be floated to Joppa, and from thence to be drawn by ox-teams
+twenty-five miles across the land to Jerusalem. He heard that there
+were beautiful flowers in other lands. He sent for them, planted them
+in his own gardens, and to this very day there are flowers found in
+the ruins of that city such as are to be found in no other part of
+Palestine, the lineal descendants of the very flowers that Solomon
+planted. He heard that in foreign groves there were birds of richest
+voice and most luxuriant wing. He sent out people to catch them and
+bring them there, and he put them into his cages.</p>
+
+<p>Stand back now and see this long train of camels coming up to the
+king's gate, and the ox-trains from Egypt, gold and silver and
+precious stones, and beasts of every hoof, and birds of every wing,
+and fish of every scale! See the peacocks strut under the cedars, and
+the horsemen run, and the chariots wheel! Hark to the orchestra! Gaze
+upon the dance! Not stopping to look into the wonders of the temple,
+step right on to the causeway, and pass up to Solomon's palace!</p>
+
+<p>Here we find ourselves amid a collection of buildings on which the
+king had lavished the wealth of many empires. The genius of Hiram, the
+architect, and of the other artists is here seen in the long line of
+corridors and the suspended gallery and the approach to the throne.
+Traceried window opposite traceried window. Bronzed ornaments bursting
+into lotus and lily and pomegranate. Chapiters surrounded by network
+of leaves in which imitation fruit seemed suspended as in hanging
+baskets. Three branches&mdash;so Josephus tells us&mdash;three branches
+sculptured on the marble, so thin and subtle that even the leaves
+seemed to quiver. A laver capable of holding five hundred barrels of
+water on six hundred brazen ox-heads, which gushed with water and
+filled the whole place with coolness and crystalline brightness and
+musical plash. Ten tables chased with chariot wheel and lion and
+cherubim. Solomon sat on a throne of ivory. At the seating place of
+the throne, on each end of the steps, a brazen lion. Why, my friends,
+in that place they trimmed their candles with snuffers of gold, and
+they cut their fruits with knives of gold, and they washed their faces
+in basins of gold, and they scooped out the ashes with shovels of
+gold, and they stirred the altar fires with tongs of gold. Gold
+reflected in the water! Gold flashing from the apparel! Gold blazing
+in the crown! Gold, gold, gold!</p>
+
+<p>Of course the news of the affluence of that place went out everywhere
+by every caravan and by wing of every ship, until soon the streets of
+Jerusalem are crowded with curiosity seekers. What is that long
+procession approaching Jerusalem? I think from the pomp of it there
+must be royalty in the train. I smell the breath of the spices which
+are brought as presents, and I hear the shout of the drivers, and I
+see the dust-covered caravan showing that they come from far away. Cry
+the news up to the palace. The Queen of Sheba advances. Let all the
+people come out to see. Let the mighty men of the land come out on the
+palace corridors. Let Solomon come down the stairs of the palace
+before the queen has alighted. Shake out the cinnamon, and the
+saffron, and the calamus, and the frankincense, and pass it into the
+treasure house. Take up the diamonds until they glitter in the sun.</p>
+
+<p>The Queen of Sheba alights. She enters the palace. She washes at the
+bath. She sits down at the banquet. The cup-bearers bow. The meat
+smokes. The music trembles in the dash of the waters from the molten
+sea. Then she rises from the banquet, and walks through the
+conservatories, and gazes on the architecture, and she asks Solomon
+many strange questions, and she learns about the religion of the
+Hebrews, and she then and there becomes a servant of the Lord God.</p>
+
+<p>She is overwhelmed. She begins to think that all the spices she
+brought, and all the precious woods which are intended to be turned
+into harps and psalteries and into railings for the causeway between
+the temple and the palace, and the one hundred and eighty thousand
+dollars in money&mdash;she begins to think that all these presents amount
+to nothing in such a place, and she is almost ashamed that she has
+brought them, and she says within herself: &quot;I heard a great deal
+about this place, and about this wonderful religion of the Hebrews,
+but I find it far beyond my highest anticipations. I must add more
+than fifty per cent. to what has been related. It exceeds everything
+that I could have expected. The half&mdash;the half was not told me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Learn from this subject what a beautiful thing it is when social
+position and wealth surrender themselves to God. When religion comes
+to a neighborhood, the first to receive it are the women. Some men say
+it is because they are weak-minded. I say it is because they have
+quicker perception of what is right, more ardent affection and
+capacity for sublimer emotion. After the women have received the
+Gospel then all the distressed and the poor of both sexes, those who
+have no friends, accept Jesus. Last of all come the people of
+affluence and high social position. Alas, that it is so!</p>
+
+<p>If there are those here to-day who have been favored of fortune, or,
+as I might better put it, favored of God, surrender all you have and
+all you expect to be to the Lord who blessed this Queen of Sheba.
+Certainly you are not ashamed to be found in this queen's company. I
+am glad that Christ has had His imperial friends in all
+ages&mdash;Elizabeth Christina, Queen of Prussia; Maria Feodorovna, Queen
+of Russia; Marie, Empress of France; Helena, the imperial mother of
+Constantine; Arcadia, from her great fortunes building public baths in
+Constantinople and toiling for the alleviation of the masses; Queen
+Clotilda, leading her husband and three thousand of his armed warriors
+to Christian baptism; Elizabeth of Burgundy, giving her jeweled glove
+to a beggar, and scattering great fortunes among the distressed;
+Prince Albert, singing &quot;Rock of Ages&quot; in Windsor Castle, and Queen
+Victoria, incognita, reading the Scriptures to a dying pauper.</p>
+
+<p>I bless God that the day is coming when royalty will bring all its
+thrones, and music all its harmonies, and painting all its pictures,
+and sculpture all its statuary, and architecture all its pillars, and
+conquest all its scepters; and the queens of the earth, in long line
+of advance, frankincense filling the air and the camels laden with
+gold, shall approach Jerusalem, and the gates shall be hoisted, and
+the great burden of splendor shall be lifted into the palace of this
+greater than Solomon.</p>
+
+<p>Again, my subject teaches me what is earnestness in the search of
+truth. Do you know where Sheba was? It was in Abyssinia, or some say
+in the southern part of Arabia Felix. In either case it was a great
+way off from Jerusalem. To get from there to Jerusalem she had to
+cross a country infested with bandits, and go across blistering
+deserts. Why did not the Queen of Sheba stay at home and send a
+committee to inquire about this new religion, and have the delegates
+report in regard to that religion and wealth of King Solomon? She
+wanted to see for herself, and hear for herself. She could not do this
+by work of committee. She felt she had a soul worth ten thousand
+kingdoms like Sheba, and she wanted a robe richer than any woven by
+Oriental shuttles, and she wanted a crown set with the jewels of
+eternity. Bring out the camels. Put on the spices. Gather up the
+jewels of the throne and put them on the caravan. Start now; no time
+to be lost. Goad on the camels. When I see that caravan,
+dust-covered, weary, and exhausted, trudging on across the desert and
+among the bandits until it reaches Jerusalem, I say: &quot;There is an
+earnest seeker after the truth.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>But there are a great many of you, my friends, who do not act in that
+way. You all want to get the truth, but you want the truth to come
+to-you; you do not want to go to it. There are people who fold their
+arms and say: &quot;I am ready to become a Christian at any time; if I am
+to be saved I shall be saved, and if I am to be lost I shall be lost.&quot;
+A man who says that and keeps on saying it, will be lost. Jerusalem
+will never come to you; you must go to Jerusalem. The religion of the
+Lord Jesus Christ will not come to you; you must go and get religion.
+Bring out the camels; put on all the sweet spices, all the treasures
+of the heart's affection. Start for the throne. Go in and hear the
+waters of salvation dashing in fountains all around about the throne.
+Sit down at the banquet&mdash;the wine pressed from the grapes of the
+heavenly Eschol, the angels of God the cup-bearers. Goad on the
+camels; Jerusalem will never come to you; you must go to Jerusalem.
+The Bible declares it: &quot;The Queen of the South&quot;&mdash;that is, this very
+woman I am speaking of&mdash;&quot;the Queen of the South shall rise up in
+judgment against this generation and condemn it; for she came from the
+uttermost parts of the earth to hear the wisdom of Solomon: and,
+behold! a greater than Solomon is here.&quot; God help me to break up the
+infatuation of those people who are sitting down in idleness expecting
+to be saved. &quot;Strive to enter in at the strait gate. Ask, and it
+shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be
+opened to you.&quot; Take the Kingdom of Heaven by violence. Urge on the
+camels!</p>
+
+<p>Again, my subject impresses me with the fact that religion is a
+surprise to any one that gets it. This story of the new religion in
+Jerusalem, and of the glory of King Solomon, who was a type of
+Christ&mdash;that story rolls on and on, and is told by every traveler
+coming back from Jerusalem. The news goes on the wing of every ship
+and with every caravan, and you know a story enlarges as it is retold,
+and by the time that story gets down into the southern part of Arabia
+Felix, and the Queen of Sheba hears it, it must be a tremendous story.
+And yet this queen declares in regard to it, although she had heard so
+much and had her anticipations raised so high, the half&mdash;the half was
+not told her.</p>
+
+<p>So religion is always a surprise to any one that gets it. The story of
+grace&mdash;an old story. Apostles preached it with rattle of chain;
+martyrs declared it with arm of fire; death-beds have affirmed it with
+visions of glory, and ministers of religion have sounded it through
+the lanes, and the highways, and the chapels, and the cathedrals. It
+has been cut into stone with chisel, and spread on the canvas with
+pencil; and it has been recited in the doxology of great
+congregations. And yet when a man first comes to look on the palace of
+God's mercy, and to see the royalty of Christ, and the wealth of this
+banquet, and the luxuriance of His attendants, and the loveliness of
+His face, and the joy of His service, he exclaims with prayers, with
+tears, with sighs, with triumphs: &quot;The half&mdash;the half was not told
+me!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I appeal to those in this house who are Christians. Compare the idea
+you had of the joy of the Christian life before you became a Christian
+with the appreciation of that joy you have now since you have become a
+Christian, and you are willing to attest before angels and men that
+you never in the days of your spiritual bondage had any appreciation
+of what was to come. You are ready to-day to answer, and if I gave you
+an opportunity in the midst of this assemblage, you would speak out
+and say in regard to the discoveries you have made of the mercy and
+the grace and the goodness of God: &quot;The half&mdash;the half was not told
+me!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Well, we hear a great deal about the good time that is coming to this
+world, when it is to be girded with salvation. Holiness on the bells
+of the horses. The lion's mane patted by the hand of a babe. Ships of
+Tarshish bringing cargoes for Jesus, and the hard, dry, barren,
+winter-bleached, storm-scarred, thunder-split rock breaking into
+floods of bright water. Deserts into which dromedaries thrust their
+nostrils, because they were afraid of the simoom&mdash;deserts blooming
+into carnation roses and silver-tipped lilies.</p>
+
+<p>It is the old story. Everybody tells it. Isaiah told it, John told it,
+Paul told it, Ezekiel told it, Luther told it, Calvin told it, John
+Milton told it&mdash;everybody tells it; and yet&mdash;and yet when the midnight
+shall fly the hills, and Christ shall marshal His great army, and
+China, dashing her idols into the dust, shall hear the voice of God
+and wheel into line; and India, destroying her Juggernaut and
+snatching up her little children from the Ganges, shall hear the
+voice of God and wheel into line; and vine-covered Italy, and
+wheat-crowned Russia, and all the nations of the earth shall hear the
+voice of God and fall into line; then the Church, which has been
+toiling and struggling through the centuries, robed and garlanded like
+a bride adorned for her husband, shall put aside her veil and look up
+into the face of her Lord the King, and say: &quot;The half&mdash;the half was
+not told me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Well, there is coming a greater surprise to every Christian&mdash;a greater
+surprise than anything I have depicted. Heaven is an old story.
+Everybody talks about it. There is hardly a hymn in the hymn-book that
+does not refer to it. Children read about it in their Sabbath-school
+book. Aged men put on their spectacles to study it. We say it is a
+harbor from the storm. We call it our home. We say it is the house of
+many mansions. We weave together all sweet, beautiful, delicate,
+exhilarant words; we weave them into letters, and then we spell it out
+in rose and lily and amaranth. And yet that place is going to be a
+surprise to the most intelligent Christian. Like the Queen of Sheba,
+the report has come to us from the far country, and many of us have
+started. It is a desert march, but we urge on the camels. What though
+our feet be blistered with the way? We are hastening to the palace. We
+take all our loves and hopes and Christian ambitions, as frankincense
+and myrrh and cassia, to the great King. We must not rest. We must not
+halt. The night is coming on, and it is not safe out here in the
+desert. Urge on the camels. I see the domes against the sky, and the
+houses of Lebanon, and the temples and the gardens. See the fountains
+dance in the sun, and the gates flash as they open to let in the poor
+pilgrims.</p>
+
+<p>Send the word up to the palace that we are coming, and that we are
+weary of the march of the desert. The King will come out and say:
+&quot;Welcome to the palace; bathe in these waters, recline on these banks.
+Take this cinnamon and frankincense and myrrh and put it upon a censer
+and swing it before the altar.&quot; And yet, my friends, when heaven
+bursts upon us it will be a greater surprise than that&mdash;Jesus on the
+throne, and we made like Him! All our Christian friends surrounding us
+in glory! All our sorrows and tears and sins gone by forever! The
+thousands of thousands, the one hundred and forty-and-four thousand,
+the great multitudes that no man can number, will cry, world without
+end: &quot;The half&mdash;the half was not told us!&quot;</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="vicarious_suffering" id="vicarious_suffering"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<h3>VICARIOUS SUFFERING.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">
+&quot;Without shedding of blood is no remission.&quot;&mdash;
+<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Heb.</span> ix: 22.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>John G. Whittier, the last of the great school of American poets that
+made the last quarter of a century brilliant, asked me in the White
+Mountains, one morning after prayers, in which I had given out
+Cowper's famous hymn about &quot;The Fountain Filled with Blood,&quot; &quot;Do you
+really believe there is a literal application of the blood of Christ
+to the soul?&quot; My negative reply then is my negative reply now. The
+Bible statement agrees with all physicians, and all physiologists, and
+all scientists, in saying that the blood is the life, and in the
+Christian religion it means simply that Christ's life was given for
+our life. Hence all this talk of men who say the Bible story of blood
+is disgusting, and that they don't want what they call a
+&quot;slaughter-house religion,&quot; only shows their incapacity or
+unwillingness to look through the figure of speech toward the thing
+signified. The blood that, on the darkest Friday the world ever saw,
+oozed, or trickled, or poured from the brow, and the side, and the
+hands, and the feet of the illustrious sufferer, back of Jerusalem, in
+a few hours coagulated and dried up, and forever disappeared; and if
+man had depended on the application of the literal blood of Christ,
+there would not have been a soul saved for the last eighteen
+centuries.</p>
+
+<p>In order to understand this red word of my text, we only have to
+exercise as much common sense in religion as we do in everything else.
+Pang for pang, hunger for hunger, fatigue for fatigue, tear for tear,
+blood for blood, life for life, we see every day illustrated. The act
+of substitution is no novelty, although I hear men talk as though the
+idea of Christ's suffering substituted for our suffering were
+something abnormal, something distressingly odd, something wildly
+eccentric, a solitary episode in the world's history; when I could
+take you out into this city, and before sundown point you to five
+hundred cases of substitution and voluntary suffering of one in behalf
+of another.</p>
+
+<p>At two o'clock to-morrow afternoon go among the places of business or
+toil. It will be no difficult thing for you to find men who, by their
+looks, show you that they are overworked. They are prematurely old.
+They are hastening rapidly toward their decease. They have gone
+through crises in business that shattered their nervous system, and
+pulled on the brain. They have a shortness of breath, and a pain in
+the back of the head, and at night an insomnia that alarms them. Why
+are they drudging at business early and late? For fun? No; it would be
+difficult to extract any amusement out of that exhaustion. Because
+they are avaricious? In many cases no. Because their own personal
+expenses are lavish? No; a few hundred dollars would meet all their
+wants. The simple fact is, the man is enduring all that fatigue and
+exasperation, and wear and tear, to keep his home prosperous. There
+is an invisible line reaching from that store, from that bank, from
+that shop, from that scaffolding, to a quiet scene a few blocks, a few
+miles away, and there is the secret of that business endurance. He is
+simply the champion of a homestead, for which he wins bread, and
+wardrobe, and education, and prosperity, and in such battle ten
+thousand men fall. Of ten business men whom I bury, nine die of
+overwork for others. Some sudden disease finds them with no power of
+resistance, and they are gone. Life for life. Blood for blood.
+Substitution!</p>
+
+<p>At one o'clock to-morrow morning, the hour when slumber is most
+uninterrupted and most profound, walk amid the dwelling-houses of the
+city. Here and there you will find a dim light, because it is the
+household custom to keep a subdued light burning: but most of the
+houses from base to top are as dark as though uninhabited. A merciful
+God has sent forth the archangel of sleep, and he puts his wings over
+the city. But yonder is a clear light burning, and outside on the
+window casement a glass or pitcher containing food for a sick child;
+the food is set in the fresh air. This is the sixth night that mother
+has sat up with that sufferer. She has to the last point obeyed the
+physician's prescription, not giving a drop too much or too little, or
+a moment too soon or too late. She is very anxious, for she has buried
+three children with the same disease, and she prays and weeps, each
+prayer and sob ending with a kiss of the pale cheek. By dint of
+kindness she gets the little one through the ordeal. After it is all
+over, the mother is taken down. Brain or nervous fever sets in, and
+one day she leaves the convalescent child with a mother's blessing,
+and goes up to join the three in the kingdom of heaven. Life for life.
+Substitution! The fact is that there are an uncounted number of
+mothers who, after they have navigated a large family of children
+through all the diseases of infancy, and got them fairly started up
+the flowering slope of boyhood and girlhood, have only strength enough
+left to die. They fade away. Some call it consumption; some call it
+nervous prostration; some call it intermittent or malarial
+disposition; but I call it martyrdom of the domestic circle. Life for
+life. Blood for blood. Substitution!</p>
+
+<p>Or perhaps the mother lingers long enough to see a son get on the
+wrong road, and his former kindness becomes rough reply when she
+expresses anxiety about him. But she goes right on, looking carefully
+after his apparel, remembering his every birthday with some memento,
+and when he is brought home worn out with dissipation, nurses him till
+he gets well and starts him again, and hopes, and expects, and prays,
+and counsels, and suffers, until her strength gives out and she fails.
+She is going, and attendants, bending over her pillow, ask her if she
+has any message to leave, and she makes great effort to say something,
+but out of three or four minutes of indistinct utterance they can
+catch but three words: &quot;My poor boy!&quot; The simple fact is she died for
+him. Life for life. Substitution!</p>
+
+<p>About twenty-four years ago there went forth from our homes hundreds
+of thousands of men to do battle for their country. All the poetry of
+war soon vanished, and left them nothing but the terrible prose. They
+waded knee-deep in mud. They slept in snow-banks. They marched till
+their cut feet tracked the earth. They were swindled out of their
+honest rations, and lived on meat not fit for a dog. They had jaws all
+fractured, and eyes extinguished, and limbs shot away. Thousands of
+them cried for water as they lay dying on the field the night after
+the battle, and got it not. They were homesick, and received no
+message from their loved ones. They died in barns, in bushes, in
+ditches, the buzzards of the summer heat the only attendants on their
+obsequies. No one but the infinite God who knows everything, knows the
+ten thousandth part of the length, and breadth, and depth, and height
+of anguish of the Northern and Southern battlefields. Why did these
+fathers leave their children and go to the front, and why did these
+young men, postponing the marriage-day, start out into the
+probabilities of never coming back? For the country they died. Life
+for life. Blood for blood. Substitution!</p>
+
+<p>But we need not go so far. What is that monument in Greenwood? It is
+to the doctors who fell in the Southern epidemics. Why go? Were there
+not enough sick to be attended in these Northern latitudes? Oh, yes;
+but the doctor puts a few medical books in his valise, and some vials
+of medicine, and leaves his patients here in the hands of other
+physicians, and takes the rail-train. Before he gets to the infected
+regions he passes crowded rail-trains, regular and extra, taking the
+flying and affrighted populations. He arrives in a city over which a
+great horror is brooding. He goes from couch to couch, feeling of
+pulse and studying symptoms, and prescribing day after day, night
+after night, until a fellow-physician says: &quot;Doctor, you had better go
+home and rest; you look miserable.&quot; But he can not rest while so many
+are suffering. On and on, until some morning finds him in a delirium,
+in which he talks of home, and then rises and says he must go and look
+after those patients. He is told to lie down; but he fights his
+attendants until he falls back, and is weaker and weaker, and dies for
+people with whom he had no kinship, and far away from his own family,
+and is hastily put away in a stranger's tomb, and only the fifth part
+of a newspaper line tells us of his sacrifice&mdash;his name just mentioned
+among five. Yet he has touched the furthest height of sublimity in
+that three weeks of humanitarian service. He goes straight as an arrow
+to the bosom of Him who said: &quot;I was sick and ye visited Me.&quot; Life for
+life. Blood for blood. Substitution!</p>
+
+<p>In the legal profession I see the same principle of self-sacrifice. In
+1846, William Freeman, a pauperized and idiotic negro, was at Auburn,
+N.Y., on trial for murder. He had slain the entire Van Nest family.
+The foaming wrath of the community could be kept off him only by armed
+constables. Who would volunteer to be his counsel? No attorney wanted
+to sacrifice his popularity by such an ungrateful task. All were
+silent save one, a young lawyer with feeble voice, that could hardly
+be heard outside the bar, pale and thin and awkward. It was William H.
+Seward, who saw that the prisoner was idiotic and irresponsible, and
+ought to be put in an asylum rather than put to death, the heroic
+counsel uttering these beautiful words:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I speak now in the hearing of a people who have prejudged prisoner
+and condemned me for pleading in his behalf. He is a convict, a
+pauper, a negro, without intellect, sense, or emotion. My child with
+an affectionate smile disarms my care-worn face of its frown whenever
+I cross my threshold. The beggar in the street obliges me to give
+because he says, 'God bless you!' as I pass. My dog caresses me with
+fondness if I will but smile on him. My horse recognizes me when I
+fill his manger. What reward, what gratitude, what sympathy and
+affection can I expect here? There the prisoner sits. Look at him.
+Look at the assemblage around you. Listen to their ill-suppressed
+censures and their excited fears, and tell me where among my neighbors
+or my fellow-men, where, even in his heart, I can expect to find a
+sentiment, a thought, not to say of reward or of acknowledgment, or
+even of recognition? Gentlemen, you may think of this evidence what
+you please, bring in what verdict you can, but I asseverate before
+Heaven and you, that, to the best of my knowledge and belief, the
+prisoner at the bar does not at this moment know why it is that my
+shadow falls on you instead of his own.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The gallows got its victim, but the post-mortem examination of the
+poor creature showed to all the surgeons and to all the world that the
+public were wrong, and William H. Seward was right, and that hard,
+stony step of obloquy in the Auburn court-room was the first step of
+the stairs of fame up which he went to the top, or to within one step
+of the top, that last denied him through the treachery of American
+politics. Nothing sublimer was ever seen in an American court-room
+than William H. Seward, without reward, standing between the fury of
+the populace and the loathsome imbecile. Substitution!</p>
+
+<p>In the realm of the fine arts there was as remarkable an instance. A
+brilliant but hypercriticised painter, Joseph William Turner, was met
+by a volley of abuse from all the art galleries of Europe. His
+paintings, which have since won the applause of all civilized nations,
+&quot;The Fifth Plague of Egypt,&quot; &quot;Fishermen on a Lee Shore in Squally
+Weather,&quot; &quot;Calais Pier,&quot; &quot;The Sun Rising Through Mist,&quot; and &quot;Dido
+Building Carthage,&quot; were then targets for critics to shoot at. In
+defense of this outrageously abused man, a young author of twenty-four
+years, just one year out of college, came forth with his pen, and
+wrote the ablest and most famous essays on art that the world ever
+saw, or ever will see&mdash;John Ruskin's &quot;Modern Painters.&quot; For seventeen
+years this author fought the battles of the maltreated artist, and
+after, in poverty and broken-heartedness, the painter had died, and
+the public tried to undo their cruelties toward him by giving him a
+big funeral and burial at St. Paul's Cathedral, his old-time friend
+took out of a tin box nineteen thousand pieces of paper containing
+drawings by the old painter, and through many weary and uncompensated
+months assorted and arranged them for public observation. People say
+John Ruskin in his old days is cross, misanthropic, and morbid.
+Whatever he may do that he ought not to do, and whatever he may say
+that he ought not to say between now and his death, he will leave this
+world insolvent as far as it has any capacity to pay this author's pen
+for its chivalric and Christian defense of a poor painter's pencil.
+John Ruskin for William Turner. Blood for blood. Substitution!</p>
+
+<p>What an exalting principle this which leads one to suffer for another!
+Nothing so kindles enthusiasm or awakens eloquence, or chimes poetic
+canto, or moves nations. The principle is the dominant one in our
+religion&mdash;Christ the Martyr, Christ the celestial Hero, Christ the
+Defender, Christ the Substitute. No new principle, for it was as old
+as human nature; but now on a grander, wider, higher, deeper, and more
+world-resounding scale! The shepherd boy as a champion for Israel with
+a sling toppled the giant of Philistine braggadocio in the dust; but
+here is another David who, for all the armies of churches militant and
+triumphant, hurls the Goliath of perdition into defeat, the crash of
+his brazen armor like an explosion at Hell Gate. Abraham had at God's
+command agreed to sacrifice his son Isaac, and the same God just in
+time had provided a ram of the thicket as a substitute; but here is
+another Isaac bound to the altar, and no hand arrests the sharp edges
+of laceration and death, and the universe shivers and quakes and
+recoils and groans at the horror.</p>
+
+<p>All good men have for centuries been trying to tell whom this
+Substitute was like, and every comparison, inspired and uninspired,
+evangelistic, prophetic, apostolic, and human, falls short, for Christ
+was the Great Unlike. Adam a type of Christ, because he came directly
+from God; Noah a type of Christ, because he delivered his own family
+from deluge; Melchisedec a type of Christ, because he had no
+predecessor or successor; Joseph a type of Christ, because he was cast
+out by his brethren; Moses a type of Christ, because he was a
+deliverer from bondage; Joshua a type of Christ, because he was a
+conqueror; Samson a type of Christ, because of his strength to slay
+the lions and carry off the iron gates of impossibility; Solomon a
+type of Christ, in the affluence of his dominion; Jonah a type of
+Christ, because of the stormy sea in which he threw himself for the
+rescue of others; but put together Adam and Noah and Melchisedec and
+Joseph and Moses and Joshua and Samson and Solomon and Jonah, and they
+would not make a fragment of a Christ, a quarter of a Christ, the half
+of a Christ, or the millionth part of a Christ.</p>
+
+<p>He forsook a throne and sat down on His own footstool. He came from
+the top of glory to the bottom of humiliation, and changed a
+circumference seraphic for a circumference diabolic. Once waited on by
+angels, now hissed at by brigands. From afar and high up He came down;
+past meteors swifter than they; by starry thrones, Himself more
+lustrous; past larger worlds to smaller worlds; down stairs of
+firmaments, and from cloud to cloud, and through tree-tops and into
+the earners stall, to thrust His shoulder under our burdens and take
+the lances of pain through His vitals, and wrapped himself in all the
+agonies which we deserve for our misdoings, and stood on the splitting
+decks of a foundering vessel, amid the drenching surf of the sea, and
+passed midnights on the mountains amid wild beasts of prey, and stood
+at the point where all earthly and infernal hostilities charged on Him
+at once with their keen sabers&mdash;our Substitute!</p>
+
+<p>When did attorney ever endure so much for a pauper client, or
+physician for the patient in the lazaretto, or mother for the child in
+membranous croup, as Christ for us, and Christ for you, and Christ for
+me? Shall any man or woman or child in this audience who has ever
+suffered for another find it hard to understand this Christly
+suffering for us? Shall those whose sympathies have been wrung in
+behalf of the unfortunate have no appreciation of that one moment
+which was lifted out of all the ages of eternity as most conspicuous,
+when Christ gathered up all the sins of those to be redeemed under His
+one arm, and all their sorrows under His other arm, and said: &quot;I will
+atone for these under my right arm, and will heal all those under my
+left arm. Strike me with all thy glittering shafts, O Eternal Justice!
+Roll over me with all thy surges, ye oceans of sorrow&quot;? And the
+thunderbolts struck Him from above, and the seas of trouble rolled up
+from beneath, hurricane after hurricane, and cyclone after cyclone,
+and then and there in presence of heaven and earth and hell, yea, all
+worlds witnessing, the price, the bitter price, the transcendent
+price, the awful price, the glorious price, the infinite price, the
+eternal price, was paid that sets us free.</p>
+
+<p>That is what Paul means, that is what I mean, that is what all those
+who have ever had their heart changed mean by &quot;blood.&quot; I glory in this
+religion of blood! I am thrilled as I see the suggestive color in
+sacramental cup, whether it be of burnished silver set on cloth
+immaculately white, or rough-hewn from wood set on table in log-hut
+meeting-house of the wilderness. Now I am thrilled as I see the altars
+of ancient sacrifice crimson with the blood of the slain lamb, and
+Leviticus is to me not so much the Old Testament as the New. Now I see
+why the destroying angel passing over Egypt in the night spared all
+those houses that had blood sprinkled on their door-posts. Now I know
+what Isaiah means when he speaks of &quot;one in red apparel coming with
+dyed garments from Bozrah;&quot; and whom the Apocalypse means when it
+describes a heavenly chieftain whose &quot;vesture was dipped in blood;&quot;
+and what Peter, the apostle, means when he speaks of the &quot;precious
+blood that cleanseth from all sin;&quot; and what the old, worn-out,
+decrepit missionary Paul means when, in my text, he cries, &quot;Without
+shedding of blood is no remission.&quot; By that blood you and I will be
+saved&mdash;or never saved at all. In all the ages of the world God has not
+once pardoned a single sin except through the Saviour's expiation, and
+He never will. Glory be to God that the hill back of Jerusalem was the
+battle-field on which Christ achieved our liberty!</p>
+
+<p>The most exciting and overpowering day of last summer was the day I
+spent on the battle-field of Waterloo. Starting out with the morning
+train from Brussels, Belgium, we arrived in about an hour on that
+famous spot. A son of one who was in the battle, and who had heard
+from his father a thousand times the whole scene recited, accompanied
+us over the field. There stood the old Hougomont Ch&acirc;teau, the walls
+dented, and scratched, and broken, and shattered by grape-shot and
+cannon-ball. There is the well in which three hundred dying and dead
+were pitched. There is the chapel with the head of the infant Christ
+shot off. There are the gates at which, for many hours, English and
+French armies wrestled. Yonder were the one hundred and sixty guns of
+the English, and the two hundred and fifty guns of the French. Yonder
+the Hanoverian Hussars fled for the woods. Yonder was the ravine of
+Ohain, where the French cavalry, not knowing there was a hollow in the
+ground, rolled over and down, troop after troop, tumbling into one
+awful mass of suffering, hoof of kicking horses against brow and
+breast of captains and colonels and private soldiers, the human and
+the beastly groan kept up until, the day after, all was shoveled under
+because of the malodor arising in that hot month of June.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;There,&quot; said our guide, &quot;the Highland regiments lay down on their
+faces waiting for the moment to spring upon the foe. In that orchard
+twenty-five hundred men were cut to pieces. Here stood Wellington with
+white lips, and up that knoll rode Marshal Ney on his sixth horse,
+five having been shot under him. Here the ranks of the French broke,
+and Marshal Ney, with his boot slashed of a sword, and his hat off,
+and his face covered with powder and blood, tried to rally his troops
+as he cried: 'Come and see how a marshal of French dies on the
+battle-field.' From yonder direction Grouchy was expected for the
+French re-enforcement, but he came not. Around those woods Blucher was
+looked for to re-enforce the English, and just in time he came up.
+Yonder is the field where Napoleon stood, his arm through the reins of
+the horse's bridle, dazed and insane, trying to go back.&quot; Scene of a
+battle that went on from twenty-five minutes to twelve o'clock, on the
+eighteenth of June, until four o'clock, when the English seemed
+defeated, and their commander cried out; &quot;Boys, can you think of
+giving way? Remember old England!&quot; and the tides turned, and at eight
+o'clock in the evening the man of destiny, who was called by his
+troops Old Two Hundred Thousand, turned away with broken heart, and
+the fate of centuries was decided.</p>
+
+<p>No wonder a great mound has been reared there, hundreds of feet
+high&mdash;a mound at the expense of millions of dollars and many years in
+rising, and on the top is the great Belgian lion of bronze, and a
+grand old lion it is. But our great Waterloo was in Palestine. There
+came a day when all hell rode up, led by Apollyon, and the Captain of
+our salvation confronted them alone. The Rider on the white horse of
+the Apocalypse going out against the black horse cavalry of death, and
+the battalions of the demoniac, and the myrmidons of darkness. From
+twelve o'clock at noon to three o'clock in the afternoon the greatest
+battle of the universe went on. Eternal destinies were being decided.
+All the arrows of hell pierced our Chieftain, and the battle-axes
+struck Him, until brow and cheek and shoulder and hand and foot were
+incarnadined with oozing life; but He fought on until He gave a final
+stroke with sword from Jehovah's buckler, and the commander-in-chief
+of hell and all his forces fell back in everlasting ruin, and the
+victory is ours. And on the mound that celebrates the triumph we plant
+this day two figures, not in bronze or iron or sculptured marble, but
+two figures of living light, the Lion of Judah's tribe and the Lamb
+that was slain.</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="posthumous_opportunity" id="posthumous_opportunity"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<h3>POSTHUMOUS OPPORTUNITY.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">&quot;If the tree fall toward the south or toward
+the north, in the place where the tree falleth there it shall
+be.&quot;&mdash;<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Eccles.</span> xi: 3.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>There is a hovering hope in the minds of a vast multitude that there
+will be an opportunity in the next world to correct the mistakes of
+this; that, if we do make complete shipwreck of our earthly life, it
+will be on a shore up which we may walk to a palace; that, as a
+defendant may lose his case in the Circuit Court, and carry it up to
+the Supreme Court or Court of Chancery and get a reversal of judgment
+in his behalf, all the costs being thrown over on the other party, so,
+if we fail in the earthly trial, we may in the higher jurisdiction of
+eternity have the judgment of the lower court set aside, all the costs
+remitted, and we may be victorious defendants forever.</p>
+
+<p>My object in this sermon is to show that common sense, as well as my
+text, declares that such an expectation is chimerical. You say that
+the impenitent man, having got into the next world and seeing the
+disaster, will, as a result of that disaster, turn, the pain the cause
+of his reformation. But you can find ten thousand instances in this
+world of men who have done wrong and distress overtook them suddenly.
+Did the distress heal them? No; they went right on.</p>
+
+<p>That man was flung of dissipations. &quot;You must stop drinking,&quot; said
+the doctor, &quot;and quit the fast life you are leading, or it will
+destroy you.&quot;. The patient suffers paroxysm after paroxysm; but, under
+skillful medical treatment, he begins to sit up, begins to walk about
+the room, begins to go to business. And, lo! he goes back to the same
+grog-shops for his morning dram, and his even dram, and the drams
+between. Flat down again! Same doctor. Same physical anguish. Same
+medical warning.</p>
+
+<p>Now, the illness is more protracted; the liver is more stubborn, the
+stomach more irritable, and the digestive organs are more rebellious.
+But after awhile he is out again, goes back to the same dram-shops,
+and goes the same round of sacrilege against his physical health.</p>
+
+<p>He sees that his downward course is ruining his household, that his
+life is a perpetual perjury against his marriage vow, that that
+broken-hearted woman is so unlike the roseate young wife that he
+married, that her old schoolmates do not recognize her; that his sons
+are to be taunted for a life-time by the father's drunkenness, that
+the daughters are to pass into life under the scarification of a
+disreputable ancestor. He is drinking up their happiness, their
+prospects for this life, and, perhaps, for the life to come. Sometimes
+an appreciation of what he is doing comes upon him. His nervous system
+is all a tangle. From crown of head to sole of foot he is one aching,
+rasping, crucifying, damning torture. Where is he? In hell on earth.
+Does it reform him?</p>
+
+<p>After awhile he has delirium tremens, with a whole jungle of hissing
+reptiles let out on his pillow, and his screams horrify the neighbors
+as he dashes out of his bed, crying: &quot;Take these things off me!&quot; As he
+sits, pale and convalescent, the doctor says: &quot;Now I want to have a
+plain talk with you, my dear fellow. The next attack of this kind you
+will have you will be beyond all medical skill, and you will die.&quot; He
+gets better and goes forth into the same round again. This time
+medicine takes no effect. Consultation of physicians agree in saying
+there is no hope. Death ends the scene.</p>
+
+<p>That process of inebriation, warning, and dissolution is going on
+within stone's throw of this church, going on in all the neighborhoods
+of Christendom. Pain does not correct. Suffering does not reform. What
+is true in one sense is true in all senses, and will forever be so,
+and yet men are expecting in the next world purgatorial rejuvenation.
+Take up the printed reports of the prisons of the United States, and
+you will find that the vast majority of the incarcerated have been
+there before, some of them four, five, six times. With a million
+illustrations all working the other way in this world, people are
+expecting that distress in the next state will be salvatory. You can
+not imagine any worse torture in any other world than that which some
+men have suffered here, and without any salutary consequence.</p>
+
+<p>Furthermore, the prospect of a reformation in the next world is more
+improbable than a reformation here. In this world the life started
+with innocence of infancy. In the case supposed the other life will
+open with all the accumulated bad habits of many years upon him.
+Surely, it is easier to build a strong ship out of new timber than out
+of an old hulk that has been ground up in the breakers. If with
+innocence to start with in this life a man does not become godly, what
+prospect is there that in the next world, starting with sin, there
+would be a seraph evoluted? Surely the sculptor has more prospect of
+making a fine statue out of a block of pure white Parian marble than
+out of an old black rock seamed and cracked with the storms of a half
+century. Surely upon a clean, white sheet of paper it is easier to
+write a deed or a will than upon a sheet of paper all scribbled and
+blotted and torn from top to bottom. Yet men seem to think that,
+though the life that began here comparatively perfect turned out
+badly, the next life will succeed, though it starts with a dead
+failure.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;But,&quot; says some one, &quot;I think we ought to have a chance in the next
+life, because this life is so short it allows only small opportunity.
+We hardly have time to turn around between cradle and tomb, the wood
+of the one almost touching the marble of the other.&quot; But do you know
+what made the ancient deluge a necessity? It was the longevity of the
+antediluvians. They were worse in the second century of their
+life-time than in the first hundred years, and still worse in the
+third century, and still worse all the way on to seven, eight, and
+nine hundred years, and the earth had to be washed, and scrubbed, and
+soaked, and anchored, clear out of sight for more than a month before
+it could be made fit for decent people to live in. Longevity never
+cures impenitency. All the pictures of Time represent him with a
+scythe to cut, but I never saw any picture of Time with a case of
+medicines to heal. Seneca says that Nero for the first five years of
+his public life was set up for an example of clemency and kindness,
+but his path all the way descended until at sixty-eight he became a
+suicide. If eight hundred years did not make antediluvians any better,
+but only made them worse, the ages of eternity could have no effect
+except prolongation of depravity.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;But,&quot; says some one, &quot;in the future state evil surroundings will be
+withdrawn and elevated influences substituted, and hence expurgation,
+and sublimation, and glorification.&quot; But the righteous, all their sins
+forgiven, have passed on into a beatific state, and consequently the
+unsaved will be left alone. It can not be expected that Doctor Duff,
+who exhausted himself in teaching Hindoos the way to heaven, and
+Doctor Abeel, who gave his life in the evangelization of China, and
+Adoniram Judson, who toiled for the redemption of Borneo, should be
+sent down by some celestial missionary society to educate those who
+wasted all their earthly existence. Evangelistic and missionary
+efforts are ended. The entire kingdom of the morally bankrupt by
+themselves, where are the salvatory influences to come from? Can one
+speckled and bad apple in a barrel of diseased apples turn the other
+apples good? Can those who are themselves down help others up? Can
+those who have themselves failed in the business of the soul pay the
+debts of their spiritual insolvents? Can a million wrongs make one
+right?</p>
+
+<p>Poneropolis was a city where King Philip of Thracia put all the bad
+people of his kingdom. If any man had opened a primary school at
+Poneropolis I do not think the parents from other cities would have
+sent their children there. Instead of amendment in the other world,
+all the associations, now that the good are evolved, will be
+degenerating and down. You would not want to send a man to a cholera
+or yellow fever hospital for his health; and the great lazaretto of
+the next world, containing the diseased and plague-struck, will be a
+poor place for moral recovery. If the surroundings in this world were
+crowded of temptation, the surroundings of the next world, after the
+righteous have passed up and on, will be a thousand per cent. more
+crowded of temptation.</p>
+
+<p>The Count of Chateaubriand made his little son sleep at night at the
+top of a castle turret, where the winds howled and where specters were
+said to haunt the place; and while the mother and sisters almost died
+with fright, the son tells us that the process gave him nerves that
+could not tremble and a courage that never faltered. But I don't think
+that towers of darkness and the spectral world swept by Sirocco and
+Euroclydon will ever fit one for the land of eternal sunshine. I
+wonder what is the curriculum of that college of Inferno, where, after
+proper preparation by the sins of this life, the candidate enters,
+passing on from freshman class of depravity to sophomore of
+abandonment, and from sophomore to junior, and from junior to senior,
+and day of graduation comes, and with diploma signed by Satan, the
+president, and other professorial demoniacs, attesting that the
+candidate has been long enough under their drill, he passes up to
+enter heaven! Pandemonium a preparative course for heavenly admission!
+Ah, my friends, Satan and his cohorts have fitted uncounted
+multitudes for ruin, but never fitted one soul for happiness.</p>
+
+<p>Furthermore, it would not be safe for this world if men had another
+chance in the next. If it had been announced that, however wickedly a
+man might act in this world, he could fix it up all right in the next,
+society would be terribly demoralized, and the human race demolished
+in a few years. The fear that, if we are bad and unforgiven here, it
+will not be well for us in the next existence, is the chief influence
+that keeps civilization from rushing back to semi-barbarism, and
+semi-barbarism from rushing into midnight savagery, and midnight
+savagery from extinction; for it is the astringent impression of all
+nations, Christian and heathen, that there is no future chance for
+those who have wasted this.</p>
+
+<p>Multitudes of men who are kept within bounds would say, &quot;Go to, now!
+Let me get all out of this life there is in it. Come, gluttony, and
+inebriation, and uncleanness, and revenge, and all sensualities, and
+wait upon me! My life may be somewhat shortened in this world by
+dissoluteness, but that will only make heavenly indulgence on a larger
+scale the sooner possible. I will overtake the saints at last, and
+will enter the Heavenly Temple only a little later than those who
+behaved themselves here. I will on my way to heaven take a little
+wider excursion than those who were on earth pious, and I shall go to
+heaven <i>via</i> Gehenna and <i>via</i> Sheol.&quot; Another chance in the next
+world means free license and wild abandonment in this.</p>
+
+<p>Suppose you were a party in an important case at law, and you knew
+from consultation with judges and attorneys that it would be tried
+twice, and the first trial would be of little importance, but that the
+second would decide everything; for which trial would you make the
+most preparation, for which retain the ablest attorneys, for which be
+most anxious about the attendance of witnesses? You would put all the
+stress upon the second trial, all the anxiety, all the expenditure,
+saying, &quot;The first is nothing, the last is everything.&quot; Give the race
+assurance of a second and more important trial in the subsequent life,
+and all the preparation for eternity would be <i>post-mortem</i>,
+post-funeral, post-sepulchral, and the world with one jerk be pitched
+off into impiety and godlessness.</p>
+
+<p>Furthermore, let me ask why a chance should be given in the next world
+if we have refused innumerable chances in this? Suppose you give a
+banquet, and you invite a vast number of friends, but one man declines
+to come, or treats your invitation with indifference. You in the
+course of twenty years give twenty banquets, and the same man is
+invited to them all, and treats them all in the same obnoxious way.
+After awhile you remove to another house, larger and better, and you
+again invite your friends, but send no invitation to the man who
+declined or neglected the other invitations. Are you to blame? Has he
+a right to expect to be invited after all the indignities he has done
+you? God in this world has invited us all to the banquet of His grace.
+He invited us by His Providence and His Spirit three hundred and
+sixty-five days of every year since we knew our right hand from our
+left. If we declined it every time, or treated the invitation with
+indifference, and gave twenty or forty or fifty years of indignity on
+our part toward the Banqueter, and at last He spreads the banquet in a
+more luxurious and kingly place, amid the heavenly gardens, have we a
+right to expect Him to invite us again, and have we a right to blame
+Him if He does not invite us?</p>
+
+<p>If twelve gates of salvation stood open twenty years or fifty years
+for our admission, and at the end of that time they are closed, can we
+complain of it and say, &quot;These gates ought to be open again. Give us
+another chance&quot;? If the steamer is to sail for Hamburg, and we want to
+get to Germany by that line, and we read in every evening and every
+morning newspaper that it will sail on a certain day, for two weeks we
+have that advertisement before our eyes, and then we go down to the
+docks fifteen minutes after it has shoved off into the stream and say:
+&quot;Come back. Give me another chance. It is not fair to treat me in this
+way. Swing up to the dock again, and throw out planks, and let me come
+on board.&quot; Such behavior would invite arrest as a madman.</p>
+
+<p>And if, after the Gospel ship has lain at anchor before our eyes for
+years and years, and all the benign voices of earth and heaven have
+urged us to get on board, as she might sail away at any moment, and
+after awhile she sails without us, is it common sense to expect her to
+come back? You might as well go out on the Highlands at Neversink and
+call to the &quot;Aurania&quot; after she has been three days out, and expect
+her to return, as to call back an opportunity for heaven when it once
+has sped away. All heaven offered us as a gratuity, and for a
+life-time we refuse to take it, and then rush on the bosses of
+Jehovah's buckler demanding another chance. There ought to be, there
+can be, there will be no such thing as posthumous opportunity. Thus,
+our common sense agrees with my text&mdash;&quot;If the tree fall toward the
+south, or toward the north, in the place where the tree falleth, there
+it shall be.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>You see that this idea lifts this world up from an unimportant
+way-station to a platform of stupendous issues, and makes all eternity
+whirl around this hour. But one trial for which all the preparation
+must be made in this world, or never made at all. That piles up all
+the emphases and all the climaxes and all the destinies into life
+here. No other chance! Oh, how that augments the value and the
+importance of this chance!</p>
+
+<p>Alexander with his army used to surround a city, and then would lift a
+great light in token to the people that, if they surrendered before
+that light went out, all would be well; but if once the light went
+out, then the battering-rams would swing against the wall, and
+demolition and disaster would follow. Well, all we need do for our
+present and everlasting safety is to make surrender to Christ, the
+King and Conqueror&mdash;surrender of our hearts, surrender of our lives,
+surrender of everything. And He keeps a great light burning, light of
+Gospel invitation, light kindled with the wood of the cross and
+flaming up against the dark night of our sin and sorrow. Surrender
+while that great light continues to burn, for after it goes out there
+will be no other opportunity of making peace with God through our Lord
+Jesus Christ. Talk of another chance! Why, this is a supernal chance!</p>
+
+<p>In the time of Edward the Sixth, at the battle of Musselburgh, a
+private soldier, seeing that the Earl of Huntley had lost his helmet,
+took off his own helmet and put it upon the head of the earl; and the
+head of the private soldier uncovered, he was soon slain, while his
+commander rode safely out of the battle. But in our case, instead of a
+private soldier offering helmet to an earl, it is a King putting His
+crown upon an unworthy subject, the King dying that we might live.
+Tell it to all points of the compass. Tell it to night and day. Tell
+it to all earth and heaven. Tell it to all centuries, all ages, all
+millenniums, that we have such a magnificent chance in this world that
+we need no other chance in the next.</p>
+
+<p>I am in the burnished Judgment Hall of the Last Day. A great white
+throne is lifted, but the Judge has not yet taken it. While we are
+waiting for His arrival I hear immortal spirits in conversation. &quot;What
+are you waiting here for?&quot; says a soul that went up from Madagascar to
+a soul that ascended from America. The latter says: &quot;I came from
+America, where forty years I heard the Gospel preached, and Bible
+read, and from the prayer that I learned in infancy at my mother's
+knee until my last hour I had Gospel advantage, but, for some reason,
+I did not make the Christian choice, and I am here waiting for the
+Judge to give me a new trial and another chance.&quot; &quot;Strange!&quot; says the
+other; &quot;I had but one Gospel call in Madagascar, and I accepted it,
+and I do not need another chance.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why are you here?&quot; says one who on earth had feeblest intellect to
+one who had great brain, and silvery tongue, and scepters of
+influence. The latter responds: &quot;Oh, I knew more than my fellows. I
+mastered libraries, and had learned titles from colleges, and my name
+was a synonym for eloquence and power. And yet I neglected my soul,
+and I am here waiting for a new trial.&quot; &quot;Strange,&quot; says the one of the
+feeble earthly capacity; &quot;I knew but little of worldly knowledge, but
+I knew Christ, and made Him my partner, and I have no need of another
+chance.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Now the ground trembles with the approaching chariot. The great
+folding-doors of the Hall swing open. &quot;Stand back!&quot; cry the celestial
+ushers. &quot;Stand back, and let the Judge of quick and dead pass
+through!&quot; He takes the throne, and, looking over the throng of
+nations, He says: &quot;Come to judgment, the last judgment, the only
+judgment!&quot; By one flash from the throne all the history of each one
+flames forth to the vision of himself and all others. &quot;Divide!&quot; says
+the Judge to the assembly. &quot;Divide!&quot; echo the walls. &quot;Divide!&quot; cry the
+guards angelic.</p>
+
+<p>And now the immortals separate, rushing this way and that, and after
+awhile there is a great aisle between them, and a great vacuum
+widening and widening, and the Judge, turning to the throng on one
+side, says: &quot;He that is righteous, let him be righteous still, and he
+that is holy, let him be holy still;&quot; and then, turning toward the
+throng on the opposite side, He says: &quot;He that is unjust, let him be
+unjust still, and he that is filthy, let him be filthy still;&quot; and
+then, lifting one hand toward each group, He declares: &quot;If the tree
+fall toward the south or toward the north, in the place where the
+tree falleth, there it shall be.&quot; And then I hear something jar with a
+great sound. It is the closing of the Book of Judgment. The Judge
+ascends the stairs behind the throne. The hall of the last assize is
+cleared and shut. The high court of eternity is adjourned forever.</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="the_lords_razor" id="the_lords_razor"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>THE LORD'S RAZOR.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">
+&quot;In the same day shall the Lord shave with a razor that is
+ hired, namely, by them beyond the river, by the King of
+ Assyria.&quot;&mdash;<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Isaiah</span> vii: 20.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>The Bible is the boldest book ever written. There are no similitudes
+in Ossian or the Iliad or the Odyssey so daring. Its imagery sometimes
+seems on the verge of the reckless, but only seems so. The fact is
+that God would startle and arouse and propel men and nations. A tame
+and limping similitude would fail to accomplish the object. While
+there are times when He employs in the Bible the gentle dew and the
+morning cloud and the dove and the daybreak in the presentation of
+truth, we often find the iron chariot, the lightning, the earthquake,
+the spray, the sword, and, in my text, the razor.</p>
+
+<p>This keen-bladed instrument has advanced in usefulness with the ages.
+In Bible times and lands the beard remained uncut save in the seasons
+of mourning and humiliation, but the razor was always a suggestive
+symbol. David says of Doeg, his antagonist: &quot;Thy tongue is a sharp
+razor working deceitfully;&quot; that is, it pretends to clear the face,
+but is really used for deadly incision. In this morning's text the
+weapon of the toilet appears under the following circumstances: Judea
+needed to have some of its prosperities cut off, and God sends
+against it three Assyrian kings&mdash;first Sennacherib, then Esrahaddon,
+and afterward Nebuchadnezzar. Those three sharp invasions, that cut
+down the glory of Judea, are compared to so many sweeps of the razor
+across the face of the land. And these circumstances were called a
+hired razor because God took the kings of Assyria, with whom He had no
+sympathy, to do the work, and paid them in palaces and spoils and
+annexations. These kings were hired to execute the divine behests. And
+now the text, which on its first reading may have seemed trivial or
+inapt, is charged with momentous import: &quot;In the same day shall the
+Lord shave with a razor that is hired&mdash;namely, by them beyond the
+river, by the King of Assyria.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Well, if God's judgments are razors, we had better be careful how we
+use them on other people. In careful sheath these domestic weapons are
+put away, where no one by accident may touch them, and where the hands
+of children may not reach them. Such instruments must be carefully
+handled or not handled at all. But how recklessly some people wield
+the judgments of God! If a man meet with business misfortune, how many
+there are ready to cry out: &quot;That is a judgment of God upon him
+because he was unscrupulous, or arrogant, or overreaching, or miserly.
+I thought he would get cut down! What a clean sweep of everything! His
+city house and country house gone! His stables emptied of all the fine
+bays and sorrels and grays that used to prance by his door! All his
+resources overthrown, and all that he prided himself on tumbled into
+demolition! Good for him!&quot; Stop, my brother. Don't sling around too
+freely the judgments of God, for they are razors.</p>
+
+<p>Some of the most wicked business men succeed, and they live and die in
+prosperity, and some of the most honest and conscientious are driven
+into bankruptcy. Perhaps his manner was unfortunate, and he was not
+really as proud as he looked to be. Some of those who carry their head
+erect and look imperial are humble as a child, while many a man in
+seedy coat and slouch hat and unblacked shoes is as proud as Lucifer.
+You can not tell by a man's look. Perhaps he was not unscrupulous in
+business, for there are two sides to every story, and everybody that
+accomplishes anything for himself or others gets industriously lied
+about. Perhaps his business misfortune was not a punishment, but the
+fatherly discipline to prepare him for heaven, and God may love him
+far more than He loves you, who can pay dollar for dollar, and are put
+down in the commercial catalogues as A1. Whom the Lord loveth He gives
+four hundred thousand dollars and lets die on embroidered pillows? No:
+whom the Lord loveth He chasteneth. Better keep your hand off the
+Lord's razors, lest they cut and wound people that do not deserve it.
+If you want to shave off some of the bristling pride of your own heart
+do so; but be very careful how you put the sharp edge on others.</p>
+
+<p>How I do dislike the behavior of those persons who, when people are
+unfortunate, say: &quot;I told you so&mdash;getting punished&mdash;served him right.&quot;
+If those I-told-you-so's got their desert they would long ago have
+been pitched over the battlements. The mote in their neighbor's
+eyes&mdash;so small that it takes a microscope to find it&mdash;gives them more
+trouble than the beam which obscures their own optics. With air
+sometimes supercilious and sometimes Pharisaical, and always
+blasphemous, they take the razor of the divine judgment and sharpen it
+on the hone of their own hard hearts, and then go to work on men
+sprawled out at full length under disaster, cutting mercilessly. They
+begin by soft expressions of sympathy and pity and half praise, and,
+lather the victim all over before they put on the sharp edge.</p>
+
+<p>Let us be careful how we shoot at others lest we take down the wrong
+one, remembering the servant of King William Rufus who shot at a deer,
+but the arrow glanced against a tree and killed the king. Instead of
+going out with shafts to pierce, and razors to cut, we had better
+imitate the friend of Richard Coeur de Lion, who, in the war of the
+Crusades, was captured and imprisoned, but none of his friends knew
+where. So his loyal friend went around the land from stronghold to
+stronghold, and sung at each window a snatch of song that Richard
+Coeur de Lion had taught him in other days. And one day, coming before
+a jail where he suspected his king might be incarcerated, he sung two
+lines of song, and immediately King Richard responded from his cell
+with the other two lines, and so his whereabouts were discovered, and
+immediately a successful movement was made for his liberation. So let
+us go up and down the world with the music of kind words and
+sympathetic hearts, serenading the unfortunate, and trying to get out
+of trouble men who had noble natures, but, by unforeseen
+circumstances, have been incarcerated, thus liberating kings. More
+hymn-book and less razor.</p>
+
+<p>Especially ought we to be apologetic and merciful toward those who,
+while they have great faults, have also great virtues. Some people are
+barren of virtues. No weeds verily, but no flowers. I must not be too
+much enraged at a nettle along the fence if it be in a field
+containing forty acres of ripe Michigan wheat. At the present time,
+naturalists tell us, there is on the sun a spot twenty thousand miles
+long, but from the brightness and warmth I conclude it is a good deal
+of a sun yet.</p>
+
+<p>Again, when I read in my text that the Lord shaves with the hired
+razor of Assyria the land of Judea, I bethink myself of the precision
+of God's providence. A razor swung the tenth part of an inch out of
+the right line means either failure or laceration, but God's dealings
+never slip, and they do not miss by the thousandth part of an inch the
+right direction. People talk as though things in this world were at
+loose ends. Cholera sweeps across Marseilles and Madrid and Palermo,
+and we watch anxiously. Will the epidemic sweep Europe and America?
+People say, &quot;That will entirely depend on whether inoculation is a
+successful experiment; that will depend entirely on quarantine
+regulations; that will depend on the early or late appearance of
+frost; that epidemic is pitched into the world, and it goes blundering
+across the continents, and it is all guess-work and an appalling
+perhaps.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>My friends, I think, perhaps, that God had something to do with it,
+and that His mercy may have in some way protected us&mdash;that He may have
+done as much for us as the quarantine and the health officers. It was
+right and a necessity that all caution should be used, but there has
+come enough macaroni from Italy, and enough grapes from the south of
+France, and enough rags from tatterdemalions, and hidden in these
+articles of transportation enough choleraic germs to have left by this
+time all Brooklyn mourning at Greenwood, and all Philadelphia at
+Laurel Hill, and all Boston at Mount Auburn. I thank all the doctors
+and quarantines; but, more than all, and first of all, and last of
+all, and all the time, I thank God. In all the six thousand years of
+the world's existence there has not one thing merely &quot;happened so.&quot;
+God is not an anarchist, but a King, a Father.</p>
+
+<p>When little Tod, the son of President Lincoln, died, all the land
+sympathized with the sorrow in the White House. He used to rush into
+the room where the cabinet was in session, and while the most eminent
+men of the land were discussing the questions of national existence.
+But the child had no care about those questions. Now God the Father,
+and God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost are in perpetual session in
+regard to this world and kindred worlds. Shall you, His child, rush in
+to criticise or arraign or condemn the divine government? No; the
+Cabinet of the Eternal Three can govern and will govern in the wisest
+and best way, and there never will be a mistake, and like razor
+skillfully swung, shall cut that which ought to be cut, and avoid that
+which ought to be avoided. Precision to the very hair-breadth. Earthly
+time-pieces may get out of order and strike wrong, saying that it is
+one o'clock when it is two, or two when it is three. God's clock is
+always right, and when it is one it strikes one, and when it is twelve
+it strikes twelve, and the second hand is as accurate as the minute
+hand.</p>
+
+<p>Further, my text tells us that God sometimes shaves nations: &quot;In the
+same day shall the Lord shave with the razor that is hired.&quot; With one
+sharp sweep He went across Judea and down went its pride and its
+power. In 1861 God shaved our nation. We had allowed to grow Sabbath
+desecration, and oppression, and blasphemy, and fraud, and impurity,
+and all sorts of turpitude. The South had its sins, and the North its
+sins, and the East its sins, and the West its sins. We had been warned
+again and again, and we did not heed. At length the sword of war cut
+from the St. Lawrence to the Gulf, and from Atlantic seaboard to
+Pacific seaboard. The pride of the land, not the cowards, but the
+heroes, on both sides went down. And that which we took for the sword
+of war was the Lord's razor.</p>
+
+<p>In 1862, again, it went across the land. In 1863 again. In 1864 again.
+Then the sharp instrument was incased and put away. Never in the
+history of the ages was any land more thoroughly shaved than during
+those four years of civil combat; and, my brethren, if we do not quit
+some of our individual sins, national sins, the Lord will again take
+us in hand. He has other razors within reach besides war: epidemics,
+droughts, deluges, plagues&mdash;grasshopper and locust; or our
+overtowering success may so far excite the jealousy of other lands
+that, under some pretext, the great nations of Europe and Asia may
+combine to put us down. This nation, so easily approached on north
+and south and from both oceans, might have on hand at once more
+hostilities than were ever arrayed against any power.</p>
+
+<p>We have recently been told by skillful engineers that all our
+fortresses around New York harbor could not keep the shells from being
+hurled from the sea into the heart of these great cities. Insulated
+China, the wealthiest of all nations, as will be realized when her
+resources are developed, will have adopted all the modes of modern
+warfare, and at the Golden Gate may be discussing whether Americans
+must go. If the combined jealousies of Europe and Asia should come
+upon us, we should have more work on hand than would be pleasant. I
+hope no such combination against us will ever be formed, but I want to
+show that, as Assyria was the hired razor against Judea, and Cyrus the
+hired razor against Babylon, and the Huns the hired razor against the
+Goths, there are now many razors that the Lord could hire if, because
+of our national sins, He should undertake to shave us. In 1870,
+Germany was the razor with which the Lord shaved France. England is
+the razor with which very shortly the Lord will shave Russia. But
+nations are to repent in a day. May a speedy and world-wide coming to
+God hinder, on both sides the sea, all national calamity. But do not
+let us, as a nation, either by unrighteous law at Washington, or bad
+lives among ourselves, defy the Almighty.</p>
+
+<p>One would think that our national symbol of the eagle might sometimes
+suggest another eagle, that which ancient Rome carried. In the talons
+of that eagle were clutched at one time Britain, France, Spain, Italy,
+Dalmatia, Rhactia, Noricum, Pannonia, Moesia, Dacia, Thrace,
+Macedonia, Greece, Asia Minor, Syria, Phoenicia, Palestine, Egypt, and
+all Northern Africa, and all the islands of the Mediterranean, indeed,
+all the world that was worth having, an hundred and twenty millions of
+people under the wings of that one eagle. Where is she now? Ask
+Gibbon, the historian, in his prose poem, the &quot;Decline and Fall of the
+Roman Empire.&quot; Ask her gigantic ruins straggling their sadness through
+the ages, the screech owl at windows out of which world-wide
+conquerors looked. Ask the day of judgment when her crowned
+debauchees, Commodus and Pertinax, and Caligula and Diocletian, shall
+answer for their infamy? As men and as nations let us repent, and have
+our trust in a pardoning God, rather than depend on former successes
+for immunity! Out of thirteen greatest battles of the world, Napoleon
+had lost but one before Waterloo. Pride and destruction often ride in
+the same saddle.</p>
+
+<p>But notice once more, and more than all in my text, that God is so
+kind and loving, that when it is necessary for Him to cut, He has to
+go to others for the sharp-edged weapon. &quot;In the same day shall the
+Lord shave with a razor that is hired.&quot; God is love. God is pity. God
+is help. God is shelter. God is rescue. There are no sharp edges about
+Him, no thrusting points, no instruments of laceration. If you want
+balm for wounds, He has that. If you want salve for divine eyesight,
+He has that. But if there is sharp and cutting work to do which
+requires a razor, that He hires. God has nothing about Him that hurts,
+save when dire necessity demands, and then He has to go clear off to
+some one else to get the instrument.</p>
+
+<p>This divine geniality will be no novelty to those who have pondered
+the Calvarean massacre, where God submerged Himself in human tears,
+and crimsoned Himself from punctured arteries, and let the terrestrial
+and infernal worlds maul Him until the chandeliers of the sky had to
+be turned out, because the universe could not endure the indecency.
+Illustrious for love He must have been to take all that as our
+substitute, paying out of His own heart the price of our admission at
+the gates of heaven.</p>
+
+<p>King Henry II., of England, crowned his son as king, and on the day of
+coronation put on a servant's garb and waited, he, the king, at the
+son's table, to the astonishment of all the princes. But we know of a
+more wondrous scene, the King of heaven and earth offering to put on
+you, His child, the crown of life, and in the form of a servant
+waiting on you with blessing. Extol that love, all painting, all
+sculpture, all music, all architecture, all worship! In Dresdenian
+gallery let Raphael hold Him up as a child, and in Antwerp Cathedral
+let Rubens hand Him down from the cross as a martyr, and Handel make
+all his oratorio vibrate around that one chord&mdash;&quot;He was wounded for
+our transgressions, bruised for our iniquity.&quot; But not until all the
+redeemed get home, and from the countenances of all the piled-up
+galleries of the ransomed shall be revealed the wonders of redemption,
+shall either man or seraph or archangel know the height, and depth,
+and length, and breadth of the love of God.</p>
+
+<p>At our national capital, a monument in honor of him who did more than
+any one to achieve our American Independence, was for scores of years
+in building, and most of us were discouraged and said it never would
+be completed. And how glad we all were when in the presence of the
+highest officials of the nation, the work was done! But will the
+monument to Him who died for the eternal liberation of the human race
+ever be completed? For ages the work has been going up; evangelists
+and apostles and martyrs have been adding to the heavenly pile, and
+every one of the millions of the redeemed going up from earth, has
+made to it contribution of gladness, and weight of glory is swung to
+the top of other weight of glory, higher and higher as the centuries
+go by, higher and higher as the whole millenniums roll, sapphire on
+the top of jasper, sardonyx on the top of chalcedony, and chrysoprasus
+above topaz, until, far beneath shall be the walls and towers and
+domes of the great capitol, a monument forever and forever rising, and
+yet never done. &quot;Unto Him who hath loved us and washed us from our
+sins in His own blood, and made us kings and priests forever.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Allelujah, amen.</p>
+
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="windows_toward_jerusalem" id="windows_toward_jerusalem"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>WINDOWS TOWARD JERUSALEM.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">&quot;His windows being open and his chamber toward
+ Jerusalem.&quot;&mdash;<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Dan.</span> vi: 10.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>The scoundrelly princes of Persia, urged on by political jealousy
+against Daniel, have succeeded in getting a law passed that whosoever
+prays to God shall be put under the paws and teeth of the lions, who
+are lashing themselves in rage and hunger up and down the stone cage,
+or putting their lower jaws on the ground, bellowing till the earth
+trembles. But the leonine threat did not hinder the devotion of
+Daniel, the Coeur-de-Lion of the ages. His enemies might as well have
+a law that the sun should not draw water or that the south wind should
+not sweep across a garden of magnolias or that God should be
+abolished. They could not scare him with the red-hot furnaces, and
+they can not now scare him with the lions. As soon as Daniel hears of
+this enactment he leaves his office of Secretary of State, with its
+upholstery of crimson and gold, and comes down the white marble steps
+and goes to his own house. He opens his window and puts the shutters
+back and pulls the curtain aside so that he can look toward the sacred
+city of Jerusalem, and then prays.</p>
+
+<p>I suppose the people in the street gathered under and before his
+window, and said: &quot;Just see that man defying the law; he ought to be
+arrested.&quot; And the constabulary of the city rush to the police
+head-quarters and report that Daniel is on his knees at the wide-open
+window. &quot;You are my prisoner,&quot; says the officer of the law, dropping a
+heavy hand on the shoulder of the kneeling Daniel. As the constables
+open the door of the cavern to thrust in their prisoner, they see the
+glaring eyes of the monsters. But Daniel becomes the first lion-tamer,
+and they lick his hand and fawn at his feet, and that night he sleeps
+with the shaggy mane of a wild beast for his pillow, while the king
+that night, sleepless in the palace, has on him the paw and teeth of a
+lion he can not tame&mdash;the lion of a remorseful conscience.</p>
+
+<p>What a picture it would be for some artist; Darius, in the early dusk
+of morning, not waiting for footmen or chariot, hastening to the den,
+all flushed and nervous and in dishabille, and looking through the
+crevices of the cage to see what had become of his prime-minister!
+&quot;What, no sound!&quot; he says: &quot;Daniel is surely devoured, and the lions
+are sleeping after their horrid meal, the bones of the poor man
+scattered across the floor of the cavern.&quot; With trembling voice Darius
+calls out, &quot;Daniel!&quot; No answer, for the prophet is yet in profound
+slumber. But a lion, more easily awakened, advances, and, with hot
+breath blown through the crevice, seems angrily to demand the cause of
+this interruption, and then another wild beast lifts his mane from
+under Daniel's head, and the prophet, waking up, comes forth to report
+himself all unhurt and well.</p>
+
+<p>But our text stands us at Daniel's window, open toward Jerusalem. Why
+in that direction open? Jerusalem was his native land, and all the
+pomp of his Babylonish successes could not make him forget it. He
+came there from Jerusalem at eighteen years of age, and he never
+visited it, though he lived to be eighty-five years. Yet, when he
+wanted to arouse the deepest emotions and grandest aspirations of his
+heart, he had his window open toward his native Jerusalem. There are
+many of you to-day who understand that without any exposition. This is
+getting to be a nation of foreigners. They have come into all
+occupations and professions. They sit in all churches. It may be
+twenty years ago since you got your naturalization papers, and you may
+be thoroughly Americanized, but you can't forget the land of your
+birth, and your warmest sympathies go out toward it. Your windows are
+open toward Jerusalem. Your father and mother are buried there. It may
+have been a very humble home in which you were born, but your memory
+often plays around it, and you hope some day to go and see it&mdash;the
+hill, the tree, the brook, the house, the place so sacred, the door
+from which you started off with parental blessing to make your own way
+in the world; and God only knows how sometimes you have longed to see
+the familiar places of your childhood, and how in awful crises of life
+you would like to have caught a glimpse of the old, wrinkled face that
+bent over you as you lay on the gentle lap twenty or forty or fifty
+years ago. You may have on this side of the sea risen in fortune, and,
+like Daniel, have become great, and may have come into prosperities
+which you never could have reached if you had stayed there, and you
+may have many windows to your house&mdash;bay-windows, and
+sky-light-windows, and windows of conservatory, and windows on all
+sides&mdash;but you have at least one window open toward Jerusalem.</p>
+
+<p>When the foreign steamer comes to the wharf, you see the long line of
+sailors, with shouldered mail-bags, coming down the planks, carrying
+as many letters as you might suppose would be enough for a year's
+correspondence, and this repeated again and again during the week.
+Multitudes of them are letters from home, and at all the post-offices
+of the land people will go to the window and anxiously ask for them,
+hundreds of thousands of persons finding that window of foreign mails
+the open window toward Jerusalem. Messages that say: &quot;When are you
+coming home to see us? Brother has gone into the army. Sister is dead.
+Father and mother are getting very feeble. We are having a great
+struggle to get on here. Would you advise us to come to you, or will
+you come to us? All join in love, and hope to meet you, if not in this
+world, then in a better. Good-bye.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Yes, yes; in all these cities, and amid the flowering western
+prairies, and on the slopes of the Pacific, and amid the Sierras, and
+on the banks of the lagoon, and on the ranches of Texas there is an
+uncounted multitude who, this hour, stand and sit and kneel with their
+windows open toward Jerusalem. Some of them played on the heather of
+the Scottish hills. Some of them were driven out by Irish famine. Some
+of them, in early life, drilled in the German army. Some of them were
+accustomed at Lyons or Marseilles or Paris to see on the street Victor
+Hugo and Gambetta. Some chased the chamois among the Alpine
+precipices. Some plucked the ripe clusters from Italian vineyard.
+Some lifted their faces under the midnight sun of Norway. It is no
+dishonor to our land that they remember the place of their nativity.
+Miscreants would they be if, while they have some of their windows
+open to take in the free air of America and the sunlight of an
+atmosphere which no kingly despot has ever breathed, they forgot
+sometime to open the window toward Jerusalem.</p>
+
+<p>No wonder that the son of the Swiss, when far away from home, hearing
+the national air of his country sung, the malady of home-sickness
+comes on him so powerfully as to cause his death. You have the example
+of the heroic Daniel of my text for keeping early memories fresh.
+Forget not the old folks at home. Write often; and, if you have
+surplus of means and they are poor, make practical contribution, and
+rejoice that America is bound to all the world by ties of sanguinity
+as is no other nation. Who can doubt but it is appointed for the
+evangelization of other lands? What a stirring, melting, gospelizing
+theory that all the doors of other nations are open toward us, while
+our windows are open toward them!</p>
+
+<p>But Daniel, in the text, kept this port-hole of his domestic fortress
+unclosed because Jerusalem was the capital of sacred influences. There
+had smoked the sacrifice. There was the Holy of Holies. There was the
+Ark of the Covenant. There stood the temple. We are all tempted to
+keep our windows open on the opposite side, toward the world, that we
+may see and hear and appropriate its advantages. What does the world
+say? What does the world think? What does the world do? Worshipers of
+the world instead of worshipers of God. Windows open toward Babylon.
+Windows open toward Corinth. Windows open toward Athens. Windows open
+toward Sodom. Windows open toward the flats, instead of windows open
+toward the hills. Sad mistake, for this world as a god is like
+something I saw the other day in the museum of Strasburg, Germany&mdash;the
+figure of a virgin in wood and iron. The victim in olden time was
+brought there, and this figure would open its arms to receive him,
+and, once infolded, the figure closed with a hundred knives and lances
+upon him, and then let him drop one hundred and eighty feet sheer
+down. So the world first embraces its idolaters, then closes upon them
+with many tortures, and then lets them drop forever down. The highest
+honor the world could confer was to make a man Roman emperor; but, out
+of sixty-three emperors, it allowed only six to die peacefully in
+their beds.</p>
+
+<p>The dominion of this world over multitudes is illustrated by the names
+of coins of many countries. They have their pieces of money which they
+call sovereigns and half sovereigns, crowns and half crowns, Napoleons
+and half Napoleons, Fredericks and double Fredericks, and ducats, and
+Isabellinos, all of which names mean not so much usefulness as
+dominion. The most of our windows open toward the exchange, toward the
+salon of fashion, toward the god of this world. In olden times the
+length of the English yard was fixed by the length of the arm of King
+Henry I., and we are apt to measure things by a variable standard and
+by the human arm that in the great crises of life can give us no help.
+We need, like Daniel, to open our windows toward God and religion.</p>
+
+<p>But, mark you, that good lion-tamer is not standing at the window, but
+kneeling, while he looks out. Most photographs are taken of those in
+standing or sitting posture. I now remember but one picture of a man
+kneeling, and that was David Livingstone, who in the cause of God and
+civilization sacrificed himself; and in the heart of Africa his
+servant, Majwara, found him in the tent by the light of a candle,
+stuck on the top of a box, his head in his hands upon the pillow, and
+dead on his knees. But here is a great lion-tamer, living under the
+dash of the light, and his hair disheveled of the breeze, praying. The
+fact is, that a man can see further on his knees than standing on
+tiptoe. Jerusalem was about five hundred and fifty statute miles from
+Babylon, and the vast Arabian Desert shifted its sands between them.
+Yet through that open window Daniel saw Jerusalem, saw all between it,
+saw beyond, saw time, saw eternity, saw earth, and saw heaven. Would
+you like to see the way through your sins to pardon, through your
+troubles to comfort, through temptation to rescue, through dire
+sickness to immortal health, through night to day, through things
+terrestrial to things celestial, you will not see them till you take
+Daniel's posture. No cap of bone to the joints of the fingers, no cap
+of bone to the joints of the elbow, but cap of bone to the knees, made
+so because the God of the body was the God of the soul, and especial
+provision for those who want to pray, and physiological structure
+joins with spiritual necessity in bidding us pray, and pray, and pray.</p>
+
+<p>In olden time the Earl of Westmoreland said he had no need to pray,
+because he had enough pious tenants on his estate to pray for him;
+but all the prayers of the church universal amount to nothing unless,
+like Daniel, we pray for ourselves. Oh, men and women, bounded on one
+side by Shadrach's red-hot furnace, and the other side by devouring
+lions, learn the secret of courage and deliverance by looking at that
+Babylonish window open toward the south-west! &quot;Oh,&quot; you say, &quot;that is
+the direction of the Arabian Desert!&quot; Yes; but on the other side of
+the desert is God, is Christ, is Jerusalem, is heaven.</p>
+
+<p>The Brussels lace is superior to all other lace, so beautiful, so
+multiform, so expensive&mdash;four hundred francs a pound. All the world
+seeks it. Do you know how it is made? The spinning is done in a dark
+room, the only light admitted through a small aperture, and that light
+falling directly on the pattern. And the finest specimens of Christian
+character I have ever seen or ever expect to see are those to be found
+in lives all of whose windows have been darkened by bereavement and
+misfortune save one, but under that one window of prayer the
+interlacing of divine workmanship went on until it was fit to deck a
+throne, a celestial embroidery which angels admired and God approved.</p>
+
+<p>But it is another Jerusalem toward which we now need to open our
+windows. The exiled evangelist of Ephesus saw it one day as the surf
+of the Icarian sea foamed and splashed over the bowlders at his feet,
+and his vision reminded me of a wedding-day when the bride by sister
+and maid was having garlands twisted for her hair and jewels strung
+for her neck just before she puts her betrothed hand into the hand of
+her affianced: &quot;I, John, saw the Holy City, New Jerusalem, coming
+down from God out of heaven prepared as a bride adorned for her
+husband.&quot; Toward that bridal Jerusalem are our windows opened?</p>
+
+<p>We would do well to think more of heaven. It is not a mere annex of
+earth. It is not a desolate outpost. As Jerusalem was the capital of
+Judae, and Babylon the capital of the Babylonian monarchy, and London
+is the capital of Great Britain, and Washington is the capital of our
+own republic, the New Jerusalem is the capital of the universe. The
+king lives there, and the royal family of the redeemed have their
+palaces there, and there is a congress of many nations and the
+parliament of all the worlds. Yea, as Daniel had kindred in Jerusalem
+of whom he often thought, though he had left home when a very young
+man, perhaps father and mother and brothers and sisters still living,
+and was homesick to see them, and they belonged to the high circles of
+royalty, Daniel himself having royal blood in his veins, so we have in
+the New Jerusalem a great many kindred, and we are sometimes homesick
+to see them, and they are all princes and princesses, in them the
+blood imperial, and we do well to keep our windows open toward their
+eternal residence.</p>
+
+<p>It is a joy for us to believe that while we are interested in them
+they are interested in us. Much thought of heaven makes one heavenly.
+The airs that blow through that open window are charged with life, and
+sweep up to us aromas from gardens that never wither, under skies that
+never cloud, in a spring-tide that never terminates. Compared with it
+all other heavens are dead failures.</p>
+
+<p>Homer's heaven was an elysium which he describes as a plain at the
+end of the earth or beneath, with no snow nor rainfall, and the sun
+never goes down, and Rhadamanthus, the justest of men, rules. Hesiod's
+heaven is what he calls the islands of the blessed, in the midst of
+the ocean, three times a year blooming with most exquisite flowers,
+and the air is tinted with purple, while games and music and
+horse-races occupy the time. The Scandinavian's heaven was the hall of
+Walhalla, where the god Odin gave unending wine-suppers to earthly
+heroes and heroines. The Mohammedan's heaven passes its disciples in
+over the bridge Al-Sirat, which is finer than a hair and sharper than
+a sword, and then they are let loose into a riot of everlasting
+sensuality.</p>
+
+<p>The American aborigines look forward to a heaven of illimitable
+hunting-ground, partridge and deer and wild duck more than plentiful,
+and the hounds never off the scent, and the guns never missing fire.
+But the geographer has followed the earth round, and found no Homer's
+elysium. Voyagers have traversed the deep in all directions, and found
+no Hesiod's islands of the blessed. The Mohammedan's celestial
+debauchery and the Indian's eternal hunting-ground for vast multitudes
+have no charm. But here rolls in the Bible heaven. No more sea&mdash;that
+is, no wide separation. No more night&mdash;that is, no insomnia. No more
+tears&mdash;that is, no heart-break. No more pain&mdash;that is, dismissal of
+lancet and bitter draught and miasma, and banishment of neuralgias and
+catalepsies and consumptions. All colors in the wall except gloomy
+black; all the music in the major-key, because celebrative and
+jubilant. River crystalline, gate crystalline, and skies crystalline,
+because everything is clear and without doubt. White robes, and that
+means sinlessness. Vials full of odors, and that means pure regalement
+of the senses. Rainbow, and that means the storm is over. Marriage
+supper, and that means gladdest festivity. Twelve manner of fruits,
+and that means luscious and unending variety. Harp, trumpet, grand
+march, anthem, amen, and hallelujah in the same orchestra. Choral
+meeting solo, and overture meeting antiphon, and strophe joining
+dithyramb, as they roll into the ocean of doxologies. And you and I
+may have all that, and have it forever through Christ, if we will let
+Him with the blood of one wounded hand rub out our sin, and with the
+other wounded hand swing open the shining portals.</p>
+
+<p>Day and night keep your window open toward that Jerusalem. Sing about
+it. Pray about it. Think about it. Talk about it. Dream about it. Do
+not be inconsolable about your friends who have gone into it. Do not
+worry if something in your heart indicates that you are not far off
+from its ecstasies. Do not think that when a Christian dies he stops,
+for he goes on.</p>
+
+<p>An ingenious man has taken the heavenly furlongs as mentioned in
+Revelation, and has calculated that there will be in heaven one
+hundred rooms sixteen feet square for each ascending soul, though this
+world should lose a hundred millions yearly. But all the rooms of
+heaven will be ours, for they are family rooms; and as no room in your
+house is too good for your children, so all the rooms of all the
+palaces of the heavenly Jerusalem will be free to God's children and
+even the throne-room will not be denied, and you may run up the steps
+of the throne, and put your hand on the side of the throne, and sit
+down beside the king according to the promise: &quot;To him that overcometh
+will I grant to sit with me in my throne.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>But you can not go in except as conquerors. Many years ago the Turks
+and Christians were in battle, and the Christians were defeated, and
+with their commander Stephen fled toward a fortress where the mother
+of this commander was staying. When she saw her son and his army in
+disgraceful retreat, she had the gates of the fortress rolled shut,
+and then from the top of the battlement cried out to her son, &quot;You can
+not enter here except as conqueror!&quot; Then Stephen rallied his forces
+and resumed the battle and gained the day, twenty thousand driving
+back two hundred thousand. For those who are defeated in the battle
+with sin and death and hell nothing but shame and contempt; but for
+those who gain the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ the gates of
+the New Jerusalem will hoist, and there shall be an abundant entrance
+into the everlasting kingdom of our Lord, toward which you do well to
+keep your windows open.</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="stormed_and_taken" id="stormed_and_taken"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>STORMED AND TAKEN.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">
+&quot;And Abimelech gat him up to Mount Zalmon, he and all the
+ people that were with him, and Abimelech took an ax in his
+ hand, and cut down a bough from the trees, and took it, and
+ laid it on his shoulder.... And all the people likewise cut
+ down every man his bough, and followed Abimelech, and put them
+ to the hold, and set the hold on fire upon them; so that all
+ the men of the tower of Shechem died also, about a thousand
+ men and women.&quot;&mdash;
+<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Judges</span> ix: 48, 49.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>Abimelech is a name malodorous in Bible history, and yet full of
+profitable suggestion. Buoys are black and uncomely, but they tell
+where the rocks are. The snake's rattle is hideous, but it gives
+timely warning. From the piazza of my summer home, night by night I
+saw a lighthouse fifteen miles away, not placed there for adornment,
+but to tell mariners to stand off from that dangerous point. So all
+the iron-bound coast of moral danger is marked with Saul, and Herod,
+and Rehoboam, and Jezebel, and Abimelech. These bad people are
+mentioned in the Bible, not only as warnings, but because there were
+sometimes flashes of good conduct in their lives worthy of imitation.
+God sometimes drives a very straight nail with a very poor hammer.</p>
+
+<p>The city of Shechem had to be taken, and Abimelech and his men were to
+do it. I see the dust rolling up from their excited march. I hear the
+shouting of the captains and the yell of the besiegers. The swords
+clack sharply on the parrying shields, and the vociferation of two
+armies in death-grapple is horrible to hear. The battle goes on all
+day, and as the sun is setting Abimelech and his army cry &quot;Surrender!&quot;
+to the beaten foe. And, unable longer to resist, the city of Shechem
+falls; and there are pools of blood, and dissevered limbs, and glazed
+eyes looking up beggingly for mercy that war never shows, and dying
+soldiers with their head on the lap of mother, or wife, or sister, who
+have come out for the last offices of kindness and affection: and a
+groan rolls across the city, stopping not, because there is no spot
+for it to rest, so full is the place of other groans. A city wounded!
+A city dying! A city dead! Wail for Shechem, all ye who know the
+horrors of a sacked town!</p>
+
+<p>As I look over the city I can find only one building standing, and
+that is the temple of the god Berith. Some soldiers outside of the
+city, in a tower, finding that they can no longer defend Shechem, now
+begin to look out for their own personal safety, and they fly to this
+temple of Berith. They get within the door, shut it, and they say,
+&quot;Now we are safe. Abimelech has taken the whole city, but he can not
+take this temple of Berith. Here we shall be under the protection of
+the gods.&quot; Oh, Berith, the god! do your best now for these refugees.
+If you have eyes, pity them. If you have hands, help them. If you have
+thunderbolts, strike for them.</p>
+
+<p>But how shall Abimelech and his army take this temple of Berith and
+the men who are there fortified? Will they do it with sword? Nay.
+Will they do it with spear? Nay. With battering-ram, rolled up by
+hundred-armed strength, crashing against the walls? Nay. Abimelech
+marches his men to a wood in Zalmon. With his ax he hews off a limb of
+a tree, and puts that limb upon his own shoulder, and then he says to
+his men, &quot;You do the same.&quot; They are obedient to their commander.</p>
+
+<p>Oh, what a strange army, with what strange equipment! They come to the
+foot of the temple of Berith, and Abimelech takes his limb of a tree
+and throws it down; and the first platoon of soldiers come up and they
+throw down their branches; and the second platoon, and the third,
+until all around about the temple of Berith there is a pile of
+tree-branches. The Shechemites look out from the windows of the temple
+upon what seems to them childish play on the part of their enemies.
+But soon the flints are struck, and the spark begins to kindle the
+brush, and the flame comes up all through the pile, and the red
+elements leap to the casement, and the woodwork begins to blaze, and
+one arm of flame is thrown up on the right side of the temple, and
+another arm of flame is thrown up on the left side of the temple,
+until they clasp their lurid palms under the wild night sky, and the
+cry of &quot;Fire!&quot; within, and &quot;Fire!&quot; without announces the terror, and
+the strangulation, and the doom of the Shechemites, and the complete
+overthrow of the temple of the god Berith. Then there went up a shout,
+long and loud, from the stout lungs and swarthy chests of Abimelech
+and his men, as they stood amid the ashes and the dust, crying:
+&quot;Victory! Victory!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Now, I learn first from this subject the folly of depending upon any
+one form of tactics in anything we have to do for this world or for
+God. Look over the weaponry of olden times&mdash;javelins, battle-axes,
+habergeons&mdash;and show me a single weapon with which Abimelech and his
+men could have gained such complete victory. It is no easy thing to
+take a temple thus armed. I saw a house where, during revolutionary
+times, a man and his wife kept back a whole regiment hour after hour,
+because they were inside the house, and the assaulting soldiers were
+outside the house. Yet here Abimelech and his army come up, they
+surround this temple, and they capture it without the loss of a single
+man on the part of Abimelech, although I suppose some of the old
+Israelitish heroes told Abimelech: &quot;You are only going up there to be
+cut to pieces.&quot; Yet you are willing to testify to-day that by no other
+mode&mdash;certainly not by ordinary modes&mdash;could that temple so easily, so
+thoroughly have been taken. Fathers and mothers, brethren and sisters
+in Jesus Christ, what the Church most wants to learn this day is that
+any plan is right, is lawful, is best, which helps to overthrow the
+temple of sin, and capture this world for God. We are very apt to
+stick to the old modes of attack.</p>
+
+<p>We put on the old-style coat of mail. We come up with the sharp, keen,
+glittering steel spear of argument, expecting in that way to take the
+castle, but they have a thousand spears where we have ten. And so the
+castle of sin stands. Oh, my friends, we will never capture this world
+for God by any keen saber of sarcasm, by any glittering lances of
+rhetoric, by any sapping and mining of profound disquisition, by any
+gunpowdery explosions of indignation, by sharp shootings of wit, by
+howitzers of mental strength made to swing shell five miles, by
+cavalry horses gorgeously caparisoned pawing the air. In vain all the
+attempts on the part of these ecclesiastical foot soldiers, light
+horsemen, and grenadiers.</p>
+
+<p>My friends, I propose this morning a different style of tactics. Let
+each one go to the forest of God's promise and invitation, and hew
+down a branch and put it on his shoulder, and let us all come around
+these obstinate iniquities, and then, with this pile, kindled by the
+fires of a holy zeal and the flames of a consecrated life, we will
+burn them out. What steel can not do, fire may. And I, this morning,
+announce myself in favor of any plan of religious attack that
+succeeds&mdash;any plan of religious attack, however radical, however odd,
+however unpopular, however hostile to all the conventionalities of
+Church and State. We want more heart in our song, more heart in our
+alms-giving, more heart in our prayers, more heart in our preaching.
+Oh, for less of Abimelech's sword, and more of Abimelech's
+conflagration! I have often heard</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;There is a fountain filled with blood&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>sung artistically by four birds perched on their Sunday roost in the
+gallery, until I thought of Jenny Lind, and Nilsson, and Sontag, and
+all the other warblers; but there came not one tear to my eye, nor one
+master emotion to my heart. But one night I went down to the African
+Methodist meeting-house in Philadelphia, and at the close of the
+service a black woman, in the midst of the audience, began to sing
+that hymn, and all the audience joined in, and we were floated some
+three or four miles nearer heaven than I have ever been since. I saw
+with my own eyes that &quot;fountain filled with blood&quot;&mdash;red, agonizing,
+sacrificial, redemptive&mdash;and I heard the crimson plash of the wave as
+we all went down under it:</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;For sinners plunged beneath that flood<br /></span>
+<span>Lose all their guilty stains.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Oh, my friends, the Gospel is not a syllogism; It is not casuistry, it
+is not polemics, or the science of squabble. It is blood-red fact; it
+is warm-hearted invitation; it is leaping, bounding, flying good news;
+it is efflorescent with all light; it is rubescent with all glow; it
+is arborescent with all sweet shade. I have seen the sun rise on Mount
+Washington, and from the Tip-top House; but there was no beauty in
+that compared with the day-spring from on high when Christ gives light
+to a soul. I have heard Parepa sing; but there was no music in that
+compared with the voice of Christ when He said: &quot;Thy sins are forgiven
+thee; go in peace.&quot; Good news! Let every one cut down a branch of this
+tree of life and wave it. Let him throw it down and kindle it. Let all
+the way from Mount Zalmon to Shechem be filled with the tossing joy.
+Good news! This bonfire of the Gospel shall consume the last temple of
+sin, and will illumine the sky with apocalyptic joy that Jesus Christ
+came into the world to save sinners. Any new plan that makes a man
+quit his sin, and that prostrates a wrong, I am as much in favor of as
+though all the doctors, and the bishops, and the archbishops, and the
+synods, and the academical gownsmen of Christianity sanctioned it. The
+temple of Berith must come down, and I do not care how it comes.</p>
+
+<p>Still further, I learn from this subject the power of example. If
+Abimelech had sat down on the grass and told his men to go and get the
+boughs, and go out to the battle, they would never have gone at all,
+or, if they had, it would have been without any spirit or effective
+result; but when Abimelech goes with his own ax and hews down a
+branch, and with Abimelech's arm puts it on Abimelech's shoulder, and
+marches on&mdash;then, my text says, all the people did the same. How
+natural that was! What made Garibaldi and Stonewall Jackson the most
+magnetic commanders of this century? They always rode ahead. Oh, the
+overcoming power of example! Here is a father on the wrong road; all
+his boys go on the wrong road. Here is a father who enlists for
+Christ; his children enlist.</p>
+
+<p>I saw, in some of the picture-galleries of Europe, that before many of
+the great works of the masters&mdash;the old masters&mdash;there would be
+sometimes four or five artists taking copies of the pictures. These
+copies they were going to carry with them, perhaps to distant lands;
+and I have thought that your life and character are a masterpiece, and
+it is being copied, and long after you are gone it will bloom or blast
+in the homes of those who knew you, and be a Gorgon or a Madonna. Look
+out what you say. Look out what you do. Eternity will hear the echo.
+The best sermon ever preached is a holy life. The best music ever
+chanted is a consistent walk.</p>
+
+<p>I saw, near the beach, a wrecker's machine. It was a cylinder with
+some holes at the side, made for the thrusting in of some long poles
+with strong leverage; and when there is a vessel in trouble or going
+to pieces out in the offing, the wreckers shoot a rope out to the
+suffering men. They grasp it, and the wreckers turn the cylinder, and
+the rope winds around the cylinder, and those who are shipwrecked are
+saved. So at your feet to-day there is an influence with a tremendous
+leverage. The rope attached to it swings far out into the billowy
+future. Your children, your children's children, and all the
+generations that are to follow, will grip that influence and feel the
+long-reaching pull long after the figures on your tombstone are so
+near worn out that the visitor can not tell whether it was in 1885, or
+1775, or 1675 that you died.</p>
+
+<p>Still further, I learn from this subject the advantages of concerted
+action. If Abimelech had merely gone out with a tree-branch the work
+would not have been accomplished, or if ten, twenty, or thirty men had
+gone; but when all the axes are lifted, and all the sharp edges fall,
+and all these men carry each his tree-branch down and throw it about
+the temple, the victory is gained&mdash;the temple falls. My friends, where
+there is one man in the Church of God at this day shouldering his
+whole duty there are a great many who never lift an ax or swing a
+blow.</p>
+
+<p>Oh, we all want our boat to get over to the golden sands, but the most
+of us are seated either in the prow or in the stern, wrapped in our
+striped shawl, holding a big-handled sunshade, while others are
+blistered in the heat, and pull until the oar-locks groan, and the
+blades bend till they snap. Oh, religious sleepy-heads, wake up! While
+we have in our church a great many who are toiling for God, there are
+some too lazy to brush the flies off their heavy eyelids.</p>
+
+<p>Suppose, in military circles, on the morning of battle the roll is
+called, and out of a thousand men only a hundred men in the regiment
+answered. What excitement there would be in the camp! What would the
+colonel say? What high talking there would be among the captains, and
+majors, and the adjutants! Suppose word came to head-quarters that
+these delinquents excused themselves on the ground that they had
+overslept themselves, or that the morning was damp and they were
+afraid of getting their feet wet, or that they were busy cooking
+rations. My friends, this is the morning of the day of God Almighty's
+battle! Do you not see the troops? Hear you not all the trumpets of
+heaven and all the drums of hell? Which side are you on? If you are on
+the right side, to what cavalry troop, to what artillery service, to
+what garrison duty do you belong? In other words, in what
+Sabbath-school do you teach? in what prayer-meeting do you exhort? to
+what penitentiary do you declare eternal liberty? to what almshouse do
+you announce the riches of heaven? What broken bone of sorrow have you
+ever set? Are you doing nothing? Is it possible that a man or woman
+sworn to be a follower of the Lord Jesus Christ is doing nothing? Then
+hide the horrible secret from the angels. Keep it away from the book
+of judgment. If you are doing nothing do not let the world find it
+out, lest they charge your religion with being a false-face. Do not
+let your cowardice and treason be heard among the martyrs about the
+throne, lest they forget the sanctity of the place and curse your
+betrayal of that cause for which they agonized and died.</p>
+
+<p>May the eternal God rouse us all to action! As for myself, I feel I
+would be ashamed to die now and enter heaven until I have accomplished
+something more decisive for the Lord that bought me. I would like to
+join with you in an oath, with hand high uplifted to heaven, swearing
+new allegiance to Jesus Christ, and to work more for His kingdom. Are
+you ready to join with me in some new work for Christ? I feel that
+there is such a thing as claustral piety, that there is such a thing
+as insular work; but it seems to me that what we want now is concerted
+action. The temple of Berith is very broad, and it is very high. It
+has been going up by the hands of men and devils, and no human
+enginery can demolish it; but if the fifty thousand ministers of
+Christ in this country should each take a branch of the tree of life,
+and all their congregations should do the same, and we should march on
+and throw these branches around the great temples of sin, and
+worldliness and folly, it would need no match, or coal, or torch of
+ours to touch off the pile; for, as in the days of Elijah, fire would
+fall from heaven and kindle the bonfire of Christian victory over
+demolished sin. It is kindling now! Huzzah! The day is ours!</p>
+
+<p>Still further, I learn from this subject the danger of false refuges.
+As soon as these Shechemites got into the temple they thought they
+were safe. They said: &quot;Berith will take care of us. Abimelech may
+batter down everything else; he can not batter down this temple where
+we are now hid.&quot; But very soon they heard the timbers crackling, and
+they were smothered with smoke, and they miserably died. And you and I
+are just as much tempted to false refuges. The mirror this morning may
+have persuaded you that you have a comely cheek; your best friends
+may have persuaded you that you have elegant manners. Satan may have
+told you that you are all right; but bear with me if I tell you that,
+if unpardoned, you are all wrong. I have no clinometer by which to
+measure how steep is the inclined plane you are descending, but I know
+it is very steep. &quot;Well,&quot; you say, &quot;if the Bible is true I am a
+sinner. Show me some refuge; I will step right into it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I suppose every person in this audience this moment is stepping into
+some kind of refuge. Here you step in the tower of good works. You
+say: &quot;I shall be safe here in this refuge.&quot; The battlements are
+adorned; the steps are varnished; on the wall are pictures of all the
+suffering you have alleviated, and all the schools you have
+established, and all the fine things you have ever done. Up in that
+tower you feel you are safe. But hear you not the tramp of your
+unpardoned sins all around the tower? They each have a match. They are
+kindling the combustible material. You feel the heat and the
+suffocation. Oh, may you leap in time, the Gospel declaring: &quot;By the
+deeds of the law shall no flesh living be justified.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Well,&quot; you say, &quot;I have been driven out of that tower; where shall I
+go?&quot; Step into this tower of indifference. You say: &quot;If this tower is
+attacked, it will be a great while before it is taken.&quot; You feel at
+ease. But there is an Abimelech, with ruthless assaults, coming on.
+Death and his forces are gathering around, and they demand that you
+surrender everything, and they clamor for your immortal overthrow, and
+they throw their skeleton arms in the windows, and with their iron
+fists they beat against the door; and while you are trying to keep
+them out you see the torches of judgment kindling, and every forest is
+a torch, and every mountain a torch, and every sea a torch; and while
+the Alps, the Pyrenees, and Himalayas turn into a live coal, blown
+redder and redder by the whirlwind breath of a God omnipotent, what
+will become of your refuge of lies?</p>
+
+<p>&quot;But,&quot; says some one, &quot;you are engaged in a very mean business,
+driving us from tower to tower.&quot; Oh, no. I want to tell you of a
+Gibraltar that never has been and never will be taken; of a wall that
+no satanic assault can scale; of a bulwark that the judgment
+earthquakes can not budge. The Bible refers to it when it says: &quot;In
+God is thy refuge, and underneath thee are the everlasting arms.&quot; Oh,
+fling yourself into it! Tread down unceremoniously everything that
+intercepts you. Wedge your way there. There are enough hounds of death
+and peril after you to make you hurry. Many a man has perished just
+outside the tower, with his foot on the step, with his hand on the
+latch. Oh, get inside! Not one surplus second have you to spare.
+Quick, quick, quick!</p>
+
+<p>Great God, is life such an uncertain thing? If I bear a little too
+hard with my right foot on the earth, does it break through into the
+grave? Is this world, which swings at the speed of thousands of miles
+an hour around the sun, going with tenfold more speed toward the
+judgment-day? Oh, I am overborne with the thought; and in the
+conclusion I cry to one and I cry to the other: &quot;Oh, time! Oh,
+eternity! Oh, the dead! Oh, the judgment-day! Oh, Jesus! Oh, God!&quot;
+But, catching at the last apostrophe, I feel that I have something to
+hold on to: for &quot;in God is thy refuge, and underneath thee are the
+everlasting arms.&quot; And, exhausted with my failure to save myself, I
+throw my whole weight of body, mind, and soul on this divine promise,
+as a weary child throws itself into the arms of its mother; as a
+wounded soldier throws himself on the hospital pillow; as a pursued
+man throws himself into the refuge; for &quot;in God is thy refuge, and
+underneath thee are the everlasting arms.&quot; Oh, for a flood of tears
+with which to express the joy of this eternal rescue!</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="all_the_world_akin" id="all_the_world_akin"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>ALL THE WORLD AKIN.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">&quot;And hath made of one blood all nations of men.&quot;&mdash;
+<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Acts</span> xvii: 26.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>Some have supposed that God originally made an Asiatic Adam and a
+European Adam and an African Adam and an American Adam, but that
+theory is entirely overthrown by my text, which says that all nations
+are blood relatives, having sprung from one and the same stock. A
+difference in climate makes much of the difference in national temper.</p>
+
+<p>An American goes to Europe and stays there a long while, and finds his
+pulse moderating and his temper becoming more calm. The air on this
+side the ocean is more tonic than on the other side. An American
+breathes more oxygen than a European. A European coming to America
+finds a great change taking place in himself. He walks with more rapid
+strides, and finds his voice becoming keener and shriller. The
+Englishman who walks in London Strand at the rate of three miles the
+hour, coming to America and residing for a long while here, walks
+Broadway at the rate of four miles the hour. Much of the difference
+between an American and a European, between an Asiatic and an African,
+is atmospheric. The lack of the warm sunlight pales the Greenlander.
+The full dash of the sunlight darkens the African.</p>
+
+<p>Then, ignorance or intelligence makes its impression on the physical
+organism&mdash;in the one case ignorance flattening the skull, as with the
+Egyptian; in the other case intelligence building up the great dome of
+the forehead, as with the German. Then the style of god that the
+nation worships decides how much it shall be elevated or debased, so
+that those nations that worship reptiles are themselves only a
+superior form of reptile, while those nations that worship the natural
+sun in the heavens are the noblest style of barbaric people. But
+whatever be the difference of physiognomy, and whatever the difference
+of temperament, the physiologist tells us that after careful analysis
+he finds out that the plasma and the disk in the human blood have the
+same characteristics: so that if you should put twenty men from twenty
+nationalities abreast in line of battle, and a bullet should fly
+through the hearts of the twenty men, the blood flowing forth would,
+through analysis, prove itself to be the same blood in every instance.
+In other words, the science of the day confirming the truth of my text
+that &quot;God hath made of one blood all nations of men.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I have thought, my friends, it might be profitable this morning if I
+gave you some of the moral and religious impressions which I received
+when, through your indulgence, I had transatlantic absence. First, I
+observe that the majority of people in all lands are in a mighty
+struggle for bread. While in nearly all lands there are only a few
+cases of actual starvation reported, there is a vast population in
+every country I visited who have a limited supply of food, or such
+food as is incompetent to sustain physical vigor. This struggle in
+some lands is becoming more agonizing, while here and there it is
+lightened. I have joy in reporting that Ireland, about the sufferings
+of which we have heard so much, has far better prospects than I have
+seen there in previous visits. In 1879, coming home from that land, I
+prophesied the famine that must come upon, and did come upon, the
+deluged fields of that country. This year the crops are large, and
+both parties&mdash;those who like the English Government and those who
+don't like it&mdash;are expecting relief. I said to one of the intelligent
+men of Ireland: &quot;Tell me in a few words what are the sufferings of
+Ireland, and what is the Land Relief enactment?&quot; He replied: &quot;I will
+tell you. Suppose I am a landlord and you a tenant. You rent from me a
+place for ten pounds a year. You improve it. You turn it from a bog
+into a garden. You put a house upon it. After a while I, the landlord,
+come around, and I say to my agent: 'How much rent is this man
+paying;' He answers, 'Ten pounds.' 'Is that all? Put his rent up to
+twenty pounds.' The tenant goes on improving his property, and after
+awhile I come around and I say to my agent, 'How much rent is this man
+paying?' He says, 'Twenty pounds.' 'Put his rent up to twenty-five
+pounds.' The tenant protests and says, 'I can't pay it.' Then I, the
+landlord, say, 'Pay it or get out;' and the tenant is helpless, and,
+leaving the place, the property in its improved condition turns over
+to the landlord. Now, to stop that outrage the Relief Enactment comes
+in and appoints commissioners who shall see that if the tenant is
+turned out, he shall receive the difference of value between the farm
+as he got it and the farm as he surrenders it. Moreover, the
+government loans money to the tenant, so that he may buy the property
+out and out if the landlord will sell.&quot; Mighty advancement toward the
+righting of a great wrong! But there and in all lands, not excepting
+our own, there is a far-reaching distress. And let those who broke
+their fast this morning, and those who shall dine to-day, remember
+those who are in want, and by prayer and practical beneficence do all
+they can to alleviate the hunger swoon of nations.</p>
+
+<p>Another impression was&mdash;indeed the impression carried with me all the
+summer&mdash;the thought already suggested, the brotherhood of man. The
+fact is that the differences are so small between nations that they
+may be said to be all alike. Though I spent the most of the summer in
+silence, I spoke a few times and to people of different nations, and
+how soon I noticed that they were very much alike! If a man knows how
+to play the piano, it does not make any difference whether he finds it
+in New Orleans or San Francisco or Boston or St. Petersburg or Moscow
+or Madras; it has so many keys, and he puts his fingers right on them.
+And the human heart is a divine instrument, with just so many keys in
+all cases, and you strike some of them and there is joy, and you
+strike some of them and there is sorrow. Plied by the same motives,
+lifted up by the same success, depressed by the same griefs. The
+cab-men of London have the same characteristics as the cab-men of New
+York, and are just as modest and retiring. The gold and silver drive
+Piccadilly and the Boulevards just as they drive Wall Street. If there
+be a great political excitement in Europe, the Bourse in Paris howls
+just as loudly as ever did the American gold-room.</p>
+
+<p>The same grief that we saw in our country in 1864 you may find now in
+the military hospitals of England containing the wounded and sick from
+the Egyptian wars. The same widowhood and orphanage that sat down in
+despair after the battles of Shiloh and South Mountain poured their
+grief in the Shannon and the Clyde and the Dee and the Thames. Oh, ye
+men and women who know how to pray, never get up from your knees until
+you have implored God in behalf of the fourteen hundred millions of
+the race just like yourselves, finding life a tremendous struggle! For
+who knows but that as the sun to-day draws up drops of water from the
+Caspian and the Black seas and from the Amazon and the Mississippi,
+after a while to distill the rain, these very drops on the fields&mdash;who
+knows but that the sun of righteousness may draw up the tears of your
+sympathy, and then rain them down in distillation of comfort o'er all
+the world?</p>
+
+<p>Who is that poor man, carried on a stretcher to the Afghan ambulance?
+He is your brother. If in the Pantheon at Paris you smite your hand
+against the wall among the tombs of the dead, you will hear a very
+strange echo coming from all parts of the Pantheon just as soon as you
+smite the wall. And I suppose it is so arranged that every stroke of
+sorrow among the tombs of bereavement ought to have loud, long, and
+oft-repeated echoes of sympathy all around the world. Oh, what a
+beautiful theory it is&mdash;and it is a Christian theory&mdash;that Englishman,
+Scotchman, Irishman, Norwegian, Frenchman, Italian, Russian, are all
+akin. Of one blood all nations. That is a very beautiful inscription
+that I saw a few days ago over the door in Edinburgh, the door of the
+house where John Knox used to live. It is getting somewhat dim now,
+but there is the inscription, fit for the door of any household&mdash;&quot;Love
+God above all, and your neighbor as yourself.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I was also impressed in journeying on the other side the sea with the
+difference the Bible makes in countries. The two nations of Europe
+that are the most moral to-day and that have the least crime are
+Scotland and Wales. They have by statistics, as you might find, fewer
+thefts, fewer arsons, fewer murders. What is the reason? A bad book
+can hardly live in Wales. The Bible crowds it out. I was told by one
+of the first literary men in Wales: &quot;There is not a bad book in the
+Welsh language.&quot; He said: &quot;Bad books come down from London, but they
+can not live here.&quot; It is the Bible that is dominant in Wales. And
+then in Scotland just open your Bible to give out your text, and there
+is a rustling all over the house almost startling to an American. What
+is it? The people opening their Bibles to find the text, looking at
+the context, picking out the referenced passages, seeing whether you
+make right quotation. Scotland and Wales Bible-reading people. That
+accounts for it. A man, a city, a nation that reads God's Word must be
+virtuous. That Book is the foe of all wrong-doing. What makes
+Edinburgh better than Constantinople? The Bible.</p>
+
+<p>Oh, I am afraid in America we are allowing the good book to be covered
+up with other good books! We have our ever-welcome morning and evening
+newspapers, and we have our good books on all subjects&mdash;geological
+subjects, botanical subjects, physiological subjects, theological
+subjects&mdash;good books, beautiful books, and so many good books that we
+have not time to read the Bible. Oh, my friends, it is not a matter of
+very great importance that you have a family Bible on the center-table
+in your parlor! Better have one pocket New Testament, the passages
+marked, the leaves turned down, the binding worn smooth with much
+usage, than fifty pictorial family Bibles too handsome to read! Oh,
+let us take a whisk-broom and brush the dust off our Bibles! Do you
+want poetry? Go and hear Job describe the war-horse, or David tell how
+the mountains skipped like lambs. Do you want logic? Go and hear Paul
+reason until your brain aches under the spell of his mighty intellect.
+Do you want history? Go and see Moses put into a few pages stupendous
+information which Herodotus, Thucydides, and Prescott never preached
+after. And, above all, if you want to find how a nation struck down by
+sin can rise to happiness and to heaven, read of that blood which can
+wash away the pollution of a world. There is one passage in the Bible
+of vast tonnage: &quot;God so loved the world that He gave His only
+begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but
+have everlasting life.&quot; Oh, may God fill this country with Bibles and
+help the people to read them!</p>
+
+<p>I was also impressed in my transatlantic journeys with the wonderful
+power that Christ holds among the nations. The great name in Europe
+to-day is not Victoria, not Marquis of Salisbury, not William the
+Emperor, not Bismarck; the great name in Europe to-day is Christ. You
+find the crucifix on the gate-post, you find it in the hay field, you
+find it at the entrance of the manor, you find it by the side of the
+road.</p>
+
+<p>The greatest pictures in all the galleries of Italy, Germany, France,
+England, and Scotland are Bible pictures. What were the subjects of
+Raphael's great paintings? &quot;The Transfiguration,&quot; &quot;The Miraculous
+Draught of Fishes,&quot; &quot;The Charge to Peter,&quot; &quot;The Holy Family,&quot; &quot;The
+Massacre of the Innocents,&quot; &quot;Moses at the Burning Bush,&quot; &quot;The
+Nativity,&quot; &quot;Michael the Archangel,&quot; and the four or five exquisite
+&quot;Madonnas.&quot; What are Tintoretto's great pictures? &quot;Fall of Adam,&quot;
+&quot;Cain and Abel,&quot; &quot;The Plague of the Fiery Serpent,&quot; &quot;Paradise,&quot; &quot;Agony
+in the Garden,&quot; &quot;The Temptation,&quot; &quot;The Adoration of the Magi,&quot; &quot;The
+Communication,&quot; &quot;Baptism,&quot; &quot;Massacre of the Innocents,&quot; &quot;The Flight
+into Egypt,&quot; &quot;The Crucifixion,&quot; &quot;The Madonna.&quot; What are Titian's great
+pictures? &quot;The Flagellation of Christ,&quot; &quot;The Supper at Emmaus,&quot; &quot;The
+Death of Abel,&quot; &quot;The Assumption,&quot; &quot;The Entombment,&quot; &quot;Faith,&quot; &quot;The
+Madonna.&quot; What are Michael Angelo's great pictures? &quot;The
+Annunciation,&quot; &quot;The Spirits in Prison,&quot; &quot;At the feet of Christ,&quot; &quot;The
+Infant Christ,&quot; &quot;The Crucifixion,&quot; &quot;The Last Judgment.&quot; What are Paul
+Veronese's great pictures? &quot;Queen of Sheba,&quot; &quot;The Marriage in Cana,&quot;
+&quot;Magdalen Washing the Feet of Christ,&quot; &quot;The Holy Family.&quot; Who has not
+heard of Da Vinci's &quot;Last Supper&quot;? Who has not heard of Turner's
+&quot;Pools of Solomon&quot;? Who has not heard of Claude's &quot;Marriage of Isaac
+and Rebecca&quot;? Who has not heard of D&uuml;rer's &quot;Dragon of the
+Apocalypse&quot;? The mightiest picture on this planet is Rubens'
+&quot;Scourging of Christ.&quot; Painter's pencil loves to sketch the face of
+Christ. Sculptor's chisel loves to present the form of Christ. Organs
+love to roll forth the sorrows of Christ.</p>
+
+<p>The first time you go to London go into the Dor&eacute; picture gallery. As I
+went and sat down before &quot;Christ Descending the Steps of the
+Pr&aelig;torium,&quot; at the first I was disappointed. I said: &quot;There isn't
+enough majesty in that countenance, not enough tenderness in that
+eye;&quot; but as I sat and looked at the picture it grew upon me until I
+was overwhelmed with its power, and I staggered with emotion as I went
+out into the fresh air, and said; &quot;Oh, for that Christ I must live,
+and for that Christ I must be willing to die!&quot; Make that Christ your
+personal friend, my sister, my brother. You may never go to Milan to
+see Da Vinci's &quot;Last Supper;&quot; but, better than that, you can have
+Christ come and sup with you. You may never get to Antwerp to see
+Rubens' &quot;Descent of Christ from the Cross,&quot; but you can have Christ
+come down from the mountain of His suffering into your heart and abide
+there forever. Oh, you must have Him! We are all so diseased with sin
+that we want that which hurts us, and we won't have that which cures
+us. The best thing for you and for me to do to-day is to get down on
+our bended knees before God and say: &quot;Oh, Almighty Son of God, I am
+blind! I want to see. My arms are palsied. I want to take hold of thy
+cross. Have mercy on me, O Lord Jesus!&quot; Why will you live on husks
+when you may sit down to this white bread of heaven? Oh, with such a
+God, and with such a Christ, and with such a Holy Spirit, and with
+such an immortal nature, wake up!</p>
+
+<p>Once more, I was impressed greatly on the other side the sea with the
+wonderful triumphs of the Christian religion. The tide is rising, the
+tide of moral and spiritual prosperity in the world. I think that any
+man who keeps his eyes open, traveling in foreign lands, will come to
+that conclusion. More Bibles than ever before, more churches, more
+consecrated men and women, more people ready to be martyrs now than
+ever before, if need be; so that instead of there being, as people
+sometimes say, less spirit of martyrdom now than ever before, I
+believe where there was once one martyr there would be a thousand
+martyrs if the fires were kindled&mdash;men ready to go through flood and
+fire for Christ's sake. Oh, the signs are promising! The world is on
+the way to millennial brightness. All art, all invention, all
+literature, all commerce will be the Lord's.</p>
+
+<p>These ships that you see going up and down New York harbor are to be
+brought into the service of God. All those ships I saw at Liverpool,
+at Southampton, at Glasgow, are to be brought into the service of
+Christ. What is that passage, &quot;Ships of Tarshish shall bring
+presents&quot;? That is what it means. Oh, what a goodly fleet when the
+vessels of the sea come into the service of God! No guns frowning
+through the port-holes, no pikes hung in the gangway, nothing from
+cut-water to taffrail to suggest atrocity. Those ships will come from
+all parts of the seas. Great flocks of ships that never met on the
+high sea but in wrath, will cry, &quot;Ship ahoy!&quot; and drop down beside
+each other in calmness, the flags of Emmanuel streaming from the
+top-gallants. The old slaver, with decks scrubbed and washed and
+glistened and burnished&mdash;the old slaver will wheel into line; and the
+Chinese junk and the Venetian gondola, and the miners' and the
+pirates' corvette, will fall into line, equipped, readorned,
+beautified, only the small craft of this grand flotilla which shall
+float out for the truth&mdash;a flotilla mightier than the armada of Xerxes
+moving in the pomp and pride of Persian insolence; mightier than the
+Carthaginian navy rushing with forty thousand oarsmen upon the Roman
+galleys, the life of nations dashed out against the gunwales.</p>
+
+<p>Rise, O sea! and shine, O heavens! to greet this squadron of light and
+victory! On the glistening decks are the feet of them that bring good
+tidings, and songs of heaven float among the rigging. Crowd on all the
+canvas. Line-of-battle ship and merchantmen wheel into the way. It is
+noon. Strike eight bells. From all the squadron the sailors' songs
+arise. &quot;Surely the isles shall wait for thee, and the ships of
+Tarshish to bring thy sons from afar, their silver and their gold with
+them, to the name of the Lord thy God, and the Holy One of Israel.&quot;</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+
+<a name="a_momentous_quest" id="a_momentous_quest"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>A MOMENTOUS QUEST.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">&quot;Seek ye the Lord while he may be found.&quot;&mdash;
+<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Isa.</span> lv: 6.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>Isaiah stands head and shoulders above the other Old Testament authors
+in vivid descriptiveness of Christ. Other prophets give an outline of
+our Saviour's features. Some of them present, as it were, the side
+face of Christ; others a bust of Christ; but Isaiah gives us the
+full-length portrait of Christ. Other Scripture writers excel in some
+things. Ezekiel more weird, David more pathetic, Solomon more
+epigrammatic, Habakkuk more sublime; but when you want to see Christ
+coming out from the gates of prophecy in all His grandeur and glory,
+you involuntarily turn to Isaiah. So that if the prophecies in regard
+to Christ might be called the &quot;Oratorio of the Messiah,&quot; the writing
+of Isaiah is the &quot;Hallelujah Chorus,&quot; where all the batons wave and
+all the trumpets come in. Isaiah was not a man picked up out of
+insignificance by inspiration. He was known and honored. Josephus, and
+Philo, and Sirach extolled him in their writings. What Paul was among
+the apostles, Isaiah was among the prophets.</p>
+
+<p>My text finds him standing on a mountain of inspiration, looking out
+into the future, beholding Christ advancing and anxious that all men
+might know Him; his voice rings down the ages: &quot;Seek ye the Lord while
+He may be found.&quot; &quot;Oh,&quot; says some one: &quot;that was for olden times.&quot;
+No, my hearer. If you have traveled in other lands you have taken a
+circular letter of credit from some banking-house in New York, and in
+St. Petersburg, or Venice, or Rome, or Antwerp, or Brussels, or Paris;
+you presented that letter and got financial help immediately. And I
+want you to understand that the text, instead of being appropriate for
+one age, or for one land, is a circular letter for all ages and for
+all lands, and wherever it is presented for help, the help comes:
+&quot;Seek ye the Lord while He may be found.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I come, to-day, with no hair-spun theories of religion, with no nice
+distinctions, with no elaborate disquisition; but with a plain talk on
+the matters of personal religion. I feel that the sermon I preach this
+morning will be the savor of life unto life, or of death unto death.
+In other words, the Gospel of Christ is a powerful medicine: it either
+kills or cures. There are those who say: &quot;I would like to become a
+Christian, I have been waiting a good while for the right kind of
+influences to come;&quot; and still you are waiting. You are wiser in
+worldly things than you are in religious things. If you want to get to
+Albany, you go to the Grand Central Depot, or to the steam-boat wharf,
+and, having got your ticket, you do not sit down on the wharf or sit
+in the depot; you get aboard the boat or train. And yet there are men
+who say they are waiting to get to heaven&mdash;waiting, waiting, but not
+with intelligent waiting, or they would get on board the line of
+Christian influences that would bear them into the kingdom of God.</p>
+
+<p>Now you know very well that to seek a thing is to search for it with
+earnest endeavor. If you want to see a certain man in New York, and
+there is a matter of $10,000 connected with your seeing him, and you
+can not at first find him, you do not give up the search. You look in
+the directory, but can not find the name; you go in circles where you
+think, perhaps, he may mingle, and, having found the part of the city
+where he lives, but perhaps not knowing the street, you go through
+street after street, and from block to block, and you keep on
+searching for weeks and for months.</p>
+
+<p>You say: &quot;It is a matter of $10,000 whether I see him or not.&quot; Oh,
+that men were as persistent in seeking for Christ! Had you one half
+that persistence you would long ago have found Him who is the joy of
+the forgiven spirit. We may pay our debts, we may attend church, we
+may relieve the poor, we may be public benefactors, and yet all our
+life disobey the text, never seek God, never gain heaven. Oh, that the
+Spirit of God would help this morning while I try to show you, in
+carrying out the idea of my text, first, how to seek the Lord, and in
+the next place, when to seek Him. &quot;Seek ye the Lord while He may be
+found.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I remark, in the first place, you are to seek the Lord through earnest
+and believing prayer. God is not an autocrat or a despot seated on a
+throne, with His arms resting on brazen lions, and a sentinel pacing
+up and down at the foot of the throne. God is a father seated in a
+bower, waiting for His children to come and climb on His knee, and get
+His kiss and His benediction. Prayer is the cup with which we go to
+the &quot;fountain of living water,&quot; and dip up refreshment for our
+thirsty soul. Grace does not come to the heart as we set a cask at the
+corner of the house to catch the rain in the shower. It is a pulley
+fastened to the throne of God, which we pull, bringing the blessing.</p>
+
+<p>I do not care so much what posture you take in prayer, nor how large
+an amount of voice you use. You might get down on your face before
+God, if you did not pray right inwardly, and there would be no
+response. You might cry at the top of your voice, and unless you had a
+believing spirit within, your cry would not go further up than the
+shout of a plow-boy to his oxen. Prayer must be believing, earnest,
+loving. You are in your house some summer day, and a shower comes up,
+and a bird, affrighted, darts into the window, and wheels about the
+room. You seize it. You smooth its ruffled plumage. You feel its
+fluttering heart. You say, &quot;Poor thing, poor thing!&quot; Now, a prayer
+goes out of the storm of this world into the window of God's mercy,
+and He catches it, and He feels its fluttering pulse, and He puts it
+in His own bosom of affection and safety. Prayer is a warm, ardent,
+pulsating exercise. It is the electric battery which, touched, thrills
+to the throne of God! It is the diving-bell in which we go down into
+the depths of God's mercy and bring up &quot;pearls of great price.&quot; There
+was an instance where prayer made the waves of the Gennesaret solid as
+Russ pavement. Oh, how many wonderful things prayer has accomplished!
+Have you ever tried it? In the days when the Scotch Covenanters were
+persecuted, and the enemies were after them, one of the head men
+among the Covenanters prayed: &quot;Oh, Lord, we be as dead men unless Thou
+shalt help us! Oh, Lord, throw the lap of Thy cloak over these poor
+things!&quot; And instantly a Scotch mist enveloped and hid the persecuted
+from their persecutors&mdash;the promise literally fulfilled: &quot;While they
+are yet speaking I will hear.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Oh, impenitent soul, have you ever tried the power of prayer? God
+says: &quot;He is loving, and faithful, and patient.&quot; Do you believe that?
+You are told that Christ came to save sinners. Do you believe that?
+You are told that all you have to do to get the pardon of the Gospel
+is to ask for it. Do you believe that? Then come to Him and say: &quot;Oh,
+Lord! I know Thou canst not lie. Thou hast told me to come for pardon,
+and I could get it. I come, Lord. Keep Thy promise, and liberate my
+captive soul.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Oh, that you might have an altar in the parlor, in the kitchen, in the
+store, in the barn, for Christ will be willing to come again to the
+manger to hear prayer. He would come in your place of business, as He
+confronted Matthew, the tax commissioner. If a measure should come
+before Congress that you thought would ruin the nation, how you would
+send in petitions and remonstrances! And yet there has been enough sin
+in your heart to ruin it forever, and you have never remonstrated or
+petitioned against it. If your physical health failed, and you had the
+means, you would go and spend the summer in Germany, and the winter in
+Italy, and you would think it a very cheap outlay if you had to go all
+round the earth to get back your physical health. Have you made any
+effort, any expenditure, any exertion for your immortal and spiritual
+health? No, you have not taken one step.</p>
+
+<p>O that you might now begin to seek after God with earnest prayer. Some
+of you have been working for years and years for the support of your
+families. Have you given one half day to the working out of your
+salvation with fear and trembling? You came here this morning with an
+earnest purpose, I take it, as I have come hither with an earnest
+purpose, and we meet face to face, and I tell you, first of all, if
+you want to find the Lord, you must pray, and pray, and pray.</p>
+
+<p>I remark again, you must seek the Lord through Bible study. The Bible
+is the newest book in the world. &quot;Oh,&quot; you say, &quot;it was made hundreds
+of years ago, and the learned men of King James translated it hundreds
+of years ago.&quot; I confute that idea by telling you it is not five
+minutes old, when God, by His blessed Spirit, retranslates it into the
+heart. If you will, in the seeking of the way of life through
+Scripture study, implore God's light to fall upon the page, you will
+find that these promises are not one second old, and that they drop
+straight from the throne of God into your heart.</p>
+
+<p>There are many people to whom the Bible does not amount to much. If
+they merely look at the outside beauty, why it will no more lead them
+to Christ than Washington's farewell address or the Koran of Mohammed
+or the Shaster of the Hindoos. It is the inward light of God's Word
+you must get or die. I went up to the church of the Madeleine, in
+Paris, and looked at the doors which were the most wonderfully
+constructed I ever saw, and I could have stayed there for a whole
+week; but I had only a little time, so, having glanced at the
+wonderful carving on the doors, I passed in and looked at the radiant
+altars, and the sculptured dome. Alas, that so many stop at the
+outside door of God's Holy Word, looking at the rhetorical beauties,
+instead of going in and looking at the altars of sacrifice and the
+dome of God's mercy and salvation that hovers over penitent and
+believing souls!</p>
+
+<p>O my friends! if you merely want to study the laws of language, do not
+go to the Bible. It was not made for that. Take &quot;Howe's Elements of
+Criticism&quot;&mdash;it will be better than the Bible for that. If you want to
+study metaphysics, better than the Bible will be the writings of
+William Hamilton. But if you want to know how to have sin pardoned,
+and at last to gain the blessedness of Heaven, search the Scriptures,
+&quot;for in them ye have eternal life.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>When people are anxious about their souls&mdash;and there are some such
+here to-day&mdash;there are those who recommend good books. That is all
+right. But I want to tell you that the Bible is the best book under
+such circumstances. Baxter wrote &quot;A Call to the Unconverted,&quot; but the
+Bible is the best call to the unconverted. Philip Doddridge wrote &quot;The
+Rise and Progress of Religion in the Soul,&quot; but the Bible is the best
+rise and progress. John Angell James wrote &quot;Advice to the Anxious
+Inquirer,&quot; but the Bible is the best advice to the anxious inquirer.</p>
+
+<p>O, the Bible is the very book you need, anxious and inquiring soul! A
+dying soldier said to his mate: &quot;Comrade, give me a drop!&quot; The comrade
+shook up the canteen, and said: &quot;There isn't a drop of water in the
+canteen.&quot; &quot;Oh,&quot; said the dying soldier, &quot;that's not what I want; feel
+in my knapsack for my Bible,&quot; and his comrade found the Bible, and
+read him a few of the gracious promises, and the dying soldier said:
+&quot;Ah, that's what I want. There isn't anything like the Bible for a
+dying soldier, is there, my comrade?&quot; O blessed book while we live!
+Blessed book when we die!</p>
+
+<p>I remark, again, we must seek God through church ordinances. &quot;What,&quot;
+say you, &quot;can't a man be saved without going to church?&quot; I reply,
+there are men, I suppose, in glory, who have never seen a church: but
+the church is the ordained means by which we are to be brought to God;
+and if truth affects us when we are alone, it affects us more mightily
+when we are in the assembly&mdash;the feelings of others emphasizing our
+own feelings. The great law of sympathy comes into play, and a truth
+that would take hold only with the grasp of a sick man, beats mightily
+against the soul with a thousand heart-throbs.</p>
+
+<p>When you come into the religious circle, come only with one notion,
+and only for one purpose&mdash;to find the way to Christ. When I see people
+critical about sermons, and critical about tones of voice, and
+critical about sermonic delivery, they make me think of a man in
+prison. He is condemned to death, but an officer of the government
+brings a pardon and puts it through the wicket of the prison, and
+says: &quot;Here is your pardon. Come and get it.&quot; &quot;What! Do you expect me
+to take that pardon offered with such a voice as you have, with such
+an awkward manner as you have? I would rather die than so compromise
+my rhetorical notions!&quot; Ah, the man does not say that; he takes it! It
+is his life. He does not care how it is handed to him. And if, this
+morning, that pardon from the throne of God is offered to our souls,
+should we not seize it, regardless of all criticism, feeling that it
+is a matter of heaven or hell?</p>
+
+<p>But I come now to the last part of my text. It tells us when we are to
+seek the Lord. &quot;While He may be found.&quot; When is that? Old age? You may
+not see old age. To-morrow? You may not see to-morrow. To-night? You
+may not see to-night. Now! O if I could only write on every heart in
+three capital letters, that word N-O-W&mdash;Now!</p>
+
+<p>Sin is an awful disease. I hear people say with a toss of the head and
+with a trivial manner: &quot;Oh, yes, I'm a sinner.&quot; Sin is an awful
+disease. It is leprosy. It is dropsy. It is consumption. It is all
+moral disorders in one. Now you know there is a crisis in a disease.
+Perhaps you have had some illustration of it in your family. Sometimes
+the physician has called, and he has looked at the patient and said:
+&quot;That case was simple enough; but the crisis has passed. If you had
+called me yesterday, or this morning, I could have cured the patient.
+It is too late now; the crisis has passed.&quot; Just so it is in the
+spiritual treatment of the soul&mdash;there is a crisis. Before that, life!
+After that, death! O my dear brother, as you love your soul do not let
+the crisis pass unattended to!</p>
+
+<p>There are some here who can remember instances in life when, if they
+had bought a certain property, they would have become very rich. A few
+acres that would have cost them almost nothing were offered them.
+They refused them. Afterward a large village or city sprung up on
+those acres of ground, and they see what a mistake they made in not
+buying the property. There was an opportunity of getting it. It never
+came back again. And so it is in regard to a man's spiritual and
+eternal fortune. There is a chance; if you let that go, perhaps it
+never comes back. Certainly, that one never comes back.</p>
+
+<p>A gentleman told me that at the battle of Gettysburg he stood upon a
+height looking off upon the conflicting armies. He said it was the
+most exciting moment of his life; now one army seeming to triumph, and
+now the other. After awhile the host wheeled in such a way that he
+knew in five minutes the whole question would be decided. He said the
+emotion was almost unbearable. There is just such a time to-day with
+you, O impenitent soul!&mdash;the forces of light on the one side, and the
+siege-guns of hell on the other side, and in a few moments the matter
+will be settled for eternity.</p>
+
+<p>There is a time which mercy has set for leaving port. If you are on
+board before that, you will get a passage for heaven. If you are not
+on board, you miss your passage for heaven. As in law courts a case is
+sometimes adjourned from term to term, and from year to year till the
+bill of costs eats up the entire estate, so there are men who are
+adjourning the matter of religion from time to time, and from year to
+year, until heavenly bliss is the bill of costs the man will have to
+pay for it.</p>
+
+<p>Why defer this matter, oh, my dear hearer? Have you any idea that sin
+will wear out? that it will evaporate? that it will relax its grasp?
+that you may find religion as a man accidentally finds a lost
+pocket-book? Ah, no! No man ever became a Christian by accident, or by
+the relaxing of sin. The embarrassments are all the time increasing.
+The hosts of darkness are recruiting, and the longer you postpone this
+matter the steeper the path will become. I ask those men who are
+before me this morning, whether, in the ten or fifteen years they have
+passed in the postponement of these matters, they have come any nearer
+God or heaven?</p>
+
+<p>I would not be afraid to challenge this whole audience, so far as they
+may not have found the peace of the Gospel, in regard to the matter.
+Your hearts, you are willing frankly to tell me, are becoming harder
+and harder, and that if you come to Christ it will be more of an
+undertaking now than it ever would have been before. Oh, fly for
+refuge! The avenger of blood is on the track! The throne of judgment
+will soon be set; and, if you have anything to do toward your eternal
+salvation, you had better do it now, for the redemption of your soul
+is precious, and it ceaseth forever!</p>
+
+<p>Oh, if men could only catch just one glimpse of Christ, I know they
+would love Him! Your heart leaps at the sight of a glorious sunrise or
+sunset. Can you be without emotion as the Sun of Righteousness rises
+behind Calvary, and sets behind Joseph's sepulcher? He is a blessed
+Saviour! Every nation has its type of beauty. There is German beauty,
+and Swiss beauty, and Italian beauty, and English beauty; but I care
+not in what land a man first looks at Christ, he pronounces Him &quot;chief
+among ten thousand, and the One altogether lovely.&quot; O my blessed
+Jesus! Light in darkness! The Rock on which I build! The Captain of
+Salvation! My joy! My strength! How strange it is that men can not
+love Thee!</p>
+
+<p>The diamond districts of Brazil are carefully guarded, and a man does
+not get in there except by a pass from the government; but the love of
+Christ is a diamond district we may all enter, and pick up treasures
+for eternity. Oh, cry for mercy! &quot;To-day, if ye will hear His voice,
+harden not your hearts.&quot; There is a way of opposing the mercy of God
+too long, and then there remaineth no more sacrifice for sin, but a
+fearful looking for judgment and fiery indignation, which shall devour
+the adversary. My friends, my neighbors, what can I say to induce you
+to attend to this matter&mdash;to attend to it now? Time is flying,
+flying&mdash;the city clock joining my voice this moment, seeming to say to
+you, &quot;Now is the time! Now is the time!&quot; Oh, put it not off!</p>
+
+<p>Why should I stand here and plead, and you sit there? It is your
+immortal soul. It is a soul that shall never die. It is a soul that
+must soon appear before God for review. Why throw away your chance for
+heaven? Why plunge off into darkness when all the gates of glory are
+open? Why become a castaway from God when you can sit upon the throne?
+Why will ye die miserably when eternal life is offered you, and it
+will cost you nothing but just willingness to accept it? &quot;Come, for
+all things are now ready.&quot; Come, Christ is ready, pardon is ready! The
+Church is ready. Heaven is ready. You will never find a more
+convenient season, if you should live fifty years more, than this
+very one. Reject this, and you may die in your sins. Why do I say
+this? Is it to frighten your soul? Oh, no! It is to persuade you. I
+show you the peril. I show you the escape. Would I not be a coward
+beyond all excuse, if, believing that this great audience must soon be
+launched into the eternal world, and that all who believe in Christ
+shall be saved, and that all who reject Christ will be lost&mdash;would I
+not be the veriest coward on earth to hide that truth or to stand
+before you with a cold, or even a placid manner? My dear brethren, now
+is the day of your redemption.</p>
+
+<p>It is very certain that you and I must soon appear before God in
+judgment. We can not escape it. The Bible says: &quot;Every eye shall see
+Him, and they also which pierced Him, and all the kindreds of the
+earth shall wail because of Him.&quot; On that day all our advantages will
+come up for our glory or for our discomfiture&mdash;every prayer, every
+sermon, every exhortatory remark, every reproof, every call of grace;
+and while the heavens are rolling away like a scroll, and the world is
+being destroyed, your destiny and my destiny will be announced. Alas!
+alas! if on that day it is found that we have neglected these matters.
+We may throw them off now. We can not then. We will all be in earnest
+then. But no pardon then. No offer of salvation then. No rescue then.
+Driven away in our wickedness&mdash;banished, exiled, forever!</p>
+
+<p>Have you ever imagined what will be the soliloquy of the soul on that
+day unpardoned, as it looks back upon its past life? &quot;Oh,&quot; says the
+soul, &quot;I had glorious Sabbaths! There was one Sabbath in autumn when
+I was invited to Christ. There was a Sabbath morning when Jesus stood
+and spread out His arm and invited me to His holy heart. I refused
+Him. I have destroyed myself. I have no one else to blame. Ruin
+complete! Darkness unpitying, deep, eternal! I am lost!
+Notwithstanding all the opportunities I have had of being saved, I am
+lost! O Thou long-suffering Lord God Almighty, I am lost! O day of
+judgment, I am lost! O father, mother, brother, sister, child in
+glory, I am lost!&quot; And then as the tide goes out, your soul goes out
+with it&mdash;further from God, further from happiness, and I hear your
+voice fainter, and fainter, and fainter: &quot;Lost! Lost! Lost! Lost!
+Lost!&quot; O ye dying, yet immortal men, &quot;seek the Lord while He may be
+found.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>But I want you to take the hint of the text that I have no time to
+dwell on&mdash;the hint that there is a time when He can not be found.
+There is a man in New York, eighty years of age, who said to a
+clergyman who came in, &quot;Do you think that a man at eighty years of age
+can get pardoned?&quot; &quot;Oh, yes,&quot; said the clergyman. The old man said: &quot;I
+can't; when I was twenty years of age&mdash;I am now eighty years&mdash;the
+Spirit of God came to my soul, and I felt the importance of attending
+to these things, but I put it off. I rejected God, and since then I
+have had no feeling.&quot; &quot;Well,&quot; said the minister, &quot;wouldn't you like to
+have me pray with you?&quot; &quot;Yes,&quot; replied the old man, &quot;but it will do no
+good. You can pray with me if you like to.&quot; The minister knelt down
+and prayed, and commended the man's soul to God. It seemed to have no
+effect upon him. After awhile the last hour of the man's life came,
+and through his delirium a spark of intelligence seemed to flash, and
+with his last breath he said; &quot;I shall never be forgiven!&quot; &quot;O seek the
+Lord while He may be found.&quot;</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="the_great_assize" id="the_great_assize"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>THE GREAT ASSIZE.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0em; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Doctor Talmage's Sermon, Preached At Cork, Ireland,<br />
+Sunday Morning, Sept 6th, 1885.</p>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">&quot;When the Son of Man shall come in His glory, and all the holy
+ angels with Him, then shall He sit upon the throne of His
+ glory: and before Him shall be gathered all nations: and He
+ shall separate them one from another, as a shepherd divideth
+ his sheep from the goats.&quot;&mdash;
+<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Matthew</span> xxv: 31, 32.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>Half-way between Chamouny, Switzerland, and Martigny, I reined in the
+horse on which I was riding, and looked off upon the most wonderful
+natural amphitheater of valley and mountain and rock, and I said to my
+companion, &quot;What an appropriate place this would be for the last
+judgment. Yonder overhanging rock the place for the judgment seat.
+These galleries of surrounding hills occupied by attendant angels.
+This vast valley, sweeping miles this way and miles that, the
+audience-room for all nations.&quot; But sacred geography does not point
+out the place. Yet we know that somewhere, some time, somehow, an
+audience will be gathered together stupendous beyond all statistics,
+and just as certainly as you and I make up a part of this audience
+to-day, we will make up a part of that audience on that day.</p>
+
+<p>A common sense of justice in every man's heart demands that there
+shall be some great winding-up day, in which that which is now
+inexplicable shall be explained.</p>
+
+<p>Why did that good man suffer, and that bad man prosper? You say, &quot;I
+don't know, but I must know.&quot; Why is that good Christian woman dying
+of what is called a spider cancer, while that daughter of folly sits
+wrapped in luxury, ease, and health? You say, &quot;I don't know, but I
+must know.&quot; There are so many wrongs to be righted that if there were
+not some great righting-up day in the presence of all ages, there
+would be an outcry against God from which His glory would never
+recover. If God did not at last try the nations, the nations would try
+Him. We are, therefore, ready for the announcement of the text. The
+world never saw Christ except in disguise. If once when He was on
+earth He had let out His glory, instead of the blind eyes being
+healed, all visions would have been extinguished. No human eye could
+have endured it. And instead of bringing the dead to life, all around
+about him would have been the slain under that overpowering
+effulgence. Disguise of human flesh. Disguise of seamless robe.
+Disguise of sandal. Disguise of voice. From Bethlehem caravansary to
+mausoleum in the rock, a complete disguise.</p>
+
+<p>But on the day of which I speak the Son of Man will come in His glory.
+No hiding of luster. No sheathing of strength. No suppression of
+grandeur. No wrapping out of sight of the Godhead. Any fifty of the
+most brilliant sunsets that you ever saw on land or sea would be dim
+as compared with the cerulean appearance on that day when Christ
+rolls through, and rolls on, and rolls down in His glory. The air will
+be all abloom with His presence, and everything from horizon to
+horizon aflame with His splendor.</p>
+
+<p>Elijah rode up the sky-steep in a chariot, the wheels of whirling fire
+and the horses of galloping fire, and the charioteer drawing reins of
+fire on bits of fire; but Christ will need no such equipage, for the
+law of gravitation will be laid aside, and the natural elements will
+be laid aside, and Christ will descend swiftly enough to make speedy
+arrival, but slowly enough to allow the gaze of millions of
+spectators. In his glory! Glory of form, glory of omnipotence, glory
+of holiness, glory of justice, glory of love. In His glory! An
+unveiled, an uncovered God descending to meet the human race in an
+interview which will be prolonged only for a few hours, and yet which
+shall settle all the past and all the present and all the future, and
+be closed before the end of that day, which will close, not with
+setting sun, but with the destruction of the planet as a snuffers
+takes off the top of a burned wick.</p>
+
+<p>It is a solemn time in a court-room when there is an important case on
+hand, and the judge of the Supreme Court enters, and he sits down, and
+with gavel strikes on the desk commanding bar and jury and witnesses
+and audience into silence. All voices are hushed, all heads are
+uncovered. But how much more impressive when Christ shall take the
+judgment seat on the last day of the last week of the last month of
+the last year of the world's existence, and with gavel of thunder-bolt
+shall smite the mountains, commanding all the land and all the sea
+into silence.</p>
+
+<p>Can you have any doubt about who it is on the seat on the judgment
+day? Better make investigation, to see whether there are any scars
+about Him that reveal His person. Apparel may change. You can not
+always tell by apparel. But scars will tell the story after all else
+fails. I find under His left arm a scar, and on His right hand a scar,
+and on His left hand a scar, and on His right foot a scar, and on His
+left foot a scar. Oh, yes, He is the Son of Man in His glory. Every
+mark of wound now a badge of victory, every ridge showing the fearful
+gash now telling the story of pain and sacrifice which He suffered in
+behalf of the human race.</p>
+
+<p>But what is all that commotion and flutter, and surging to and fro
+above Him and on either side of Him? It is a detailed regiment of
+heaven, a constabulary angelic, sent forth to take part in that scene,
+and to execute the mandates that shall be issued. Ten regiments, a
+hundred regiments, a thousand regiments of angels; for on that day all
+heaven will be emptied of its inhabitants to let them attend the
+scene. All the holy angels. From what a center to what a
+circumference. Widening out and widening out, and higher up and higher
+up. Wings interlocking wings. Galleries of cloud above galleries of
+cloud, all filled with the faces of angels come to listen and come to
+watch, and come to help on that day for which all other days were
+made. Who are those two taller and more conspicuous angels? The one is
+Michael, who is the commander of all those who come out to destroy
+sin. The other is Gabriel, who is announced as commander of all those
+who come forth to help the righteous. Who is that mighty angel near
+the throne? That is the resurrection angel, his lips still aquiver and
+his cheek aflush with the blast that shattered the cemeteries and woke
+the dead. Who is that other great angel, with dark and overshadowing
+brow? That is the one who in one night, by one flap of his wing,
+turned one hundred and eighty-five thousand of Sennacherib's host into
+corpses.</p>
+
+<p>Who are those bright immortals near the throne, their faces partly
+turned toward each other as though about to sing? Oh, they are the
+Bethlehem chanters of the first Christmas night! Who are this other
+group standing so near the throne? They are the Saviour's especial
+bodyguard, which hovered over Him in the wilderness and administered
+to Him in the hour of martyrdom, and heaved away the rock of His
+sarcophagus, and escorted Him upward on Ascension Day, now
+appropriately escorting Him down. Divine glory flanked on both sides
+by angelic radiance.</p>
+
+<p>But now lower your eye from the divine and angelic to the human. The
+entire human race is present. All nations, says my text. Before that
+time the American Republic, the English Government, the French
+Republic, all modern modes of government may be obliterated for
+something better; but all nations, whether dead or alive, will be
+brought up into that assembly. Thebes and Tyre and Babylon and Greece
+and Rome as wide awake in that assembly as though they had never
+slumbered amid the dead nations. Europe, Asia, Africa, North and South
+America, and all the nineteenth century, the eighteenth century, the
+twelfth century, the tenth century, the fourth century&mdash;all centuries
+present. Not one being that ever drew the breath of life but will be
+in that assembly.</p>
+
+<p>No other audience a thousandth part as large. No other audience a
+millionth part as large. No human eye could look across it. Wing of
+albatross and falcon and eagle not strong enough to fly over it. A
+congregation, I verily believe, not assembled on any continent,
+because no continent would be large enough to hold it. But, as the
+Bible intimates, in the air. The law of gravitation unanchored, the
+world moved out of its place. As now sometimes on earth a great tent
+is spread for some great convention, so over that great audience of
+the judgment shall be lifted the blue canopy of the sky, and
+underneath it for floor the air made buoyant by the hand of Almighty
+God. An architecture of atmospheric galleries strong enough to hold up
+worlds. Surely the two arms of God's almightiness are two pillars
+strong enough to hold up any auditorium.</p>
+
+<p>But that audience is not to remain in session long. Most audiences on
+earth after an hour or two adjourn. Sometimes in court-rooms an
+audience will tarry four or five hours, but then it adjourns. So this
+audience spoken of in the text will adjourn. My text says, &quot;He will
+separate them one from another as a shepherd divideth the sheep from
+the goats.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No,&quot; says my Universalist friend, &quot;let them all stay together.&quot; But
+the text says, &quot;He shall separate them.&quot; &quot;No,&quot; say the kings of this
+world, &quot;let men have their choice, and if they prefer monarchical
+institutions, let them go together, and if they prefer republican
+institutions, let them go together.&quot; &quot;No,&quot; say the conventionalities
+of this world, &quot;let all those who moved in what are called high
+circles go together, and all those who on earth moved in low circles
+go together. The rich together, the poor together, the wise together,
+the ignorant together.&quot; Ah! no. Do you not notice in that assembly the
+king is without his scepter, and the soldier without his uniform, and
+the bishop without his pontifical ring, and the millionaire without
+his certificates of stock, and the convict without his chain, and the
+beggar without his rags, and the illiterate without his bad
+orthography, and all of us without any distinction of earthly
+inequality? So I take it from that as well as from my text that the
+mere accident of position in this world will do nothing toward
+deciding the questions of that very great day.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;He will separate them as a shepherd divideth the sheep from the
+goats.&quot; The sheep, the cleanliest of creatures, here made a symbol of
+those who have all their sins washed away in the fountain of redeeming
+mercy. The goat, one of the filthiest of creatures, here a type of
+those who in the last judgment will be found never to have had any
+divine ablution. Division according to character. Not only character
+outside, but character inside. Character of heart, character of
+choice, character of allegiance, character of affection, character
+inside as well as character outside.</p>
+
+<p>In many cases it will be a complete and immediate reversal of all
+earthly conditions. Some who in this world wore patched apparel will
+take on raiment lustrous as a summer noon. Some who occupied a palace
+will take a dungeon. Division regardless of all earthly caste, and
+some who were down will be up, and some who were up will be down. Oh,
+what a shattering of conventionalities! What an upheaval of all social
+rigidities, what a turning of the wheel of earthly condition, a
+thousand revolutions in a second! Division of all nations, of all
+ages, not by the figure 9, nor the figure 8, nor the figure 7, nor the
+figure 6, nor the figure 5, nor the figure 4; but by the figure 2.</p>
+
+<p>Two! Two characters, two destinies, two estates, two dominions, two
+eternities, a tremendous, an all-comprehensive, an all-decisive, and
+everlasting two!</p>
+
+<p>I sometimes think that the figure of the book that shall be opened
+allows us to forget the thing signified by the symbol. Where is the
+book-binder that could make a volume large enough to contain the names
+of all the people who have ever lived? Besides that, the calling of
+such a roll would take more than fifty years, more than a hundred
+years, and the judgment is to be consummated in less time than passes
+between sunrise and sunset. Ah! my friends, the leaves of that book of
+judgment are not made out of paper, but of memory. One leaf in every
+human heart. You have known persons who were near drowning, but they
+were afterward resuscitated, and they have told you that in the two or
+three minutes between the accident and the resuscitation, all their
+past life flashed before them&mdash;all they had ever thought, all they had
+ever done, all they had ever seen, in an instant came to them. The
+memory never loses anything. It is only a folded leaf. It is only a
+closed book.</p>
+
+<p>Though you be an octogenarian, though you be a nonagenarian, all the
+thoughts and acts of your life are in your mind, whether you recall
+them now or not, just as Macaulay's history is in two volumes,
+although the volumes may be closed, and you can not see a word of
+them, and will not until they are opened. As in the case of the
+drowning man, the volume of memory was partly open, or the leaf partly
+unrolled; in the case of the judgment the entire book will be opened,
+so that everything will be displayed from preface to appendix.</p>
+
+<p>You have seen self-registering instruments which recorded how many
+revolutions they had made and what work they had done, so the
+manufacturer could come days after and look at the instrument and find
+just how many revolutions had been made, or how much work had been
+accomplished. So the human mind is a self-registering instrument, and
+it records all its past movements. Now that leaf, that
+all-comprehensive leaf in your mind and mine this moment, the leaf of
+judgment, brought out under the flash of the judgment throne, you can
+easily see how all the past of our lives in an instant will be seen.
+And so great and so resplendent will be the light of that throne that
+not only this leaf in my heart and that leaf in your heart will be
+revealed at a flash, but all the leaves will be opened, and you will
+read not only your own character and your own history, but the
+character and history of others.</p>
+
+<p>In a military encampment the bugle sounded in one way means one thing,
+and sounded in another way it means another thing. Bugle sounded in
+one way means, &quot;Prepare for sudden attack.&quot; Bugle sounded in another
+way means, &quot;To your tents, and let all the lights be put out.&quot; I have
+to tell you, my brother, that the trumpet of the Old Testament, the
+trumpet that was carried in the armies of olden times, and the trumpet
+on the walls in olden times, in the last great day will give
+significant reverberation. Old, worn-out, and exhausted Time, having
+marched across decades and centuries and ages, will halt, and the sun
+and the moon and the stars will halt with it. The trumpet! the
+trumpet!</p>
+
+<p>Peal the first: Under its power the sea will stretch itself out dead,
+the white foam on the lip, in its crystal sarcophagus, and the
+mountains will stagger and reel and stumble, and fall into the valleys
+never to rise. Under one puff of that last cyclone all the candles of
+the sky will be blown out. The trumpet! the trumpet!</p>
+
+<p>Peal the second: The alabaster halls of the air will be filled with
+those who will throng up from all the cemeteries of all the ages&mdash;from
+Greyfriar's Churchyard and Roman Catacomb, from Westminster Abbey and
+from the coral crypts of oceanic cave, and some will rend off the
+bandage of Egyptian mummy, and others will remove from their brow the
+garland of green sea-weed. From the north and the south and the east
+and the west they come. The dead! The trumpet! the trumpet!</p>
+
+<p>Peal the third: Amid surging clouds and the roar of attendant armies
+of heaven, the Lord comes through, and there are lightnings and
+thunder-bolts, and an earthquake, and a hallelujah, and a wailing. The
+trumpet! the trumpet!</p>
+
+<p>Peal the fourth: All the records of human life will be revealed. The
+leaf containing the pardoned sin, the leaf containing the unpardoned
+sin. Some clapping hands with joy, some grinding their teeth with
+rage, and all the forgotten past becomes a vivid present. The trumpet!
+the trumpet!</p>
+
+<p>Peal the last: The audience breaks up. The great trial is ended. The
+high court of heaven adjourns. The audience hie themselves to their
+two termini. They rise, they rise! They sink, they sink! Then the blue
+tent of the sky will be lifted and folded up and put away. Then the
+auditorium of atmospheric galleries will be melted. Then the folded
+wings of attendant angels will be spread for upward flight. The fiery
+throne of judgment will become a dim and a vanishing cloud. The
+conflagration of divine and angelic magnificence will roll back and
+off. The day for which all other days are made has closed, and the
+world has burned down, and the last cinder has gone out, and an angel
+flying on errand from world to world will poise long enough over the
+dead earth to chant the funeral litany as he cries, &quot;Ashes to ashes!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>That judgment leaf in your heart I seize hold of this moment for
+cancellation. In your city halls the great book of mortgages has a
+large margin, so that when the mortgagor has paid the full amount to
+the mortgagee, the officer of the law comes, and he puts down on that
+margin the payment and the cancellation; and though that mortgage
+demanded vast thousands before, now it is null and void. So I have to
+tell you that that leaf in my heart and in your heart, that leaf of
+judgment, that all-comprehensive leaf, has a wide margin for
+cancellation.</p>
+
+<p>There is only one hand in all the universe that can touch that margin.
+That hand this moment lifted to make the record null and void forever.
+It may be a trembling hand, for it is a wounded hand, the nerves were
+cut and the muscles were lacerated. That record on that leaf was made
+in the black ink of condemnation; but if cancellation take place, it
+will be made in the red ink of sacrifice. O judgment-bound brother and
+sister! let Christ this moment bring to that record complete and
+glorious cancellation. This moment, in an outburst of impassioned
+prayer, ask for it. You think it is the fluttering of your heart. Oh,
+no! it is the fluttering of that leaf, that judgment leaf.</p>
+
+<p>I ask you not to take from your iron safe your last will and
+testament, but I ask for something of more importance than that. I ask
+you not to take from your private papers that letter so sacred that
+you have put it away from all human eyesight, but I ask you for
+something of more meaning than that. That leaf, that judgment leaf in
+my heart, that judgment leaf in your heart, which will decide our
+condition after this world shall have five thousand million years been
+swept out the heavens, an extinct planet, and time itself will be so
+long past that on the ocean of eternity it will seem only as now seems
+a ripple on the Atlantic.</p>
+
+<p>When the goats in vile herd start for the barren mountains of death,
+and the sheep in fleeces of snowy whiteness and bleating with joy move
+up the terraced hills to join the lambs already playing in the high
+pastures of celestial altitude, oh, may you and I be close by the
+Shepherd's crook! &quot;When the Son of Man shall come in His glory, and
+all the holy angels with Him, then shall He sit upon the throne of His
+glory; and before Him shall be gathered all nations; and He shall
+separate them one from another, as a shepherd divideth the sheep from
+the goats.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Oh, that leaf, that one leaf in my heart, that one leaf in your heart!
+That leaf of judgment! Oh, those two tremendous words at the last,
+&quot;Come!&quot; &quot;Go!&quot; As though the overhanging heavens were the cup of a
+great bell, and all the stars were welded into a silvery tongue and
+swung from side to side until it struck, &quot;Come!&quot; As though all the
+great guns of eternal disaster were discharged at once, and they
+boomed forth in one resounding cannonade of &quot;Go!&quot; Arithmetical sum in
+simple division. Eternity the dividend. The figure two the divisor.
+Your unalterable destiny the quotient.</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="the_road_to_the_city" id="the_road_to_the_city"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>THE ROAD TO THE CITY.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">
+&quot;And an highway shall be there, and a way, and it shall be
+ called the way of holiness; the unclean shall not pass over
+ it; but it shall be for those: the wayfaring men, though
+ fools, shall not err therein. No lion shall be there, nor any
+ ravenous beast shall go up thereon, it shall not be found
+ there; but the redeemed shall walk there; and the ransomed of
+ the Lord shall return, and come to Zion with songs and
+ everlasting joy upon their heads: they shall obtain joy and
+ gladness, and sorrow and sighing shall flee away.&quot;&mdash;
+<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Isaiah</span>
+ xxxv: 8-10.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>There are hundreds of people in this house this morning who want to
+find the right road. You sometimes see a person halting at cross
+roads, and you can tell by his looks that he wishes to ask a question
+as to what direction he had better take. And I stand in your presence
+this morning conscious of the fact that there are many of you here who
+realize that there are a thousand wrong roads, but only one right one;
+and I take it for granted that you have come in to ask which one it
+is. Here is one road that opens widely, but I have not much faith in
+it. There are a great many expensive toll-gates scattered all along
+that way. Indeed at every road you must pay in tears, or pay in
+genuflexions, or pay in flagellations. On that road, if you get
+through it at all, you have to pay your own way; and since this
+differs so much from what I have heard in regard to the right way, I
+believe it is the wrong way.</p>
+
+<p>Here is another road. On either side of it are houses of sinful
+entertainment, and invitations to come in, and dine and rest; but,
+from the looks of the people who stand on the piazza I am very certain
+that it is the wrong house and the wrong way. Here is another road. It
+is very beautiful and macadamized. The horses' hoofs clatter and ring,
+and they who ride over it spin along the highway, until suddenly they
+find that the road breaks over an embankment, and they try to halt,
+and they saw the bit in the mouth of the fiery steed, and cry &quot;Ho!
+ho!&quot; But it is too late, and&mdash;crash!&mdash;they go over the embankment. We
+shall turn, this morning, and see if we can not find a different kind
+of a road.</p>
+
+<p>You have heard of the Appian Way. It was three hundred and fifty miles
+long. It was twenty-four feet wide, and on either side the road was a
+path for foot passengers. It was made out of rocks cut in hexagonal
+shape and fitted together. What a road it must have been! Made of
+smooth, hard rock, three hundred and fifty miles long. No wonder that
+in the construction of it the treasures of a whole empire were
+exhausted. Because of invaders, and the elements, and time&mdash;the old
+conqueror who tears up a road as he goes over it&mdash;there is nothing
+left of that structure excepting a ruin. But I have this morning to
+tell you of a road built before the Appian Way, and yet it is as good
+as when first constructed. Millions of souls have gone over it.
+Millions more will come.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;The prophets and apostles, too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Pursued this road while here below;<br /></span>
+<span>We therefore will, without dismay<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Still walk in Christ, the good old way.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>&quot;An highway shall be there, and a way, and it shall be called the way
+of holiness; the unclean shall not pass over it; but it shall be for
+those: the wayfaring men, though fools, shall not err therein. No lion
+shall be there, nor any ravenous beast shall go up thereon, it shall
+not be found there; but the redeemed shall walk there; and the
+ransomed of the Lord shall return, and come to Zion with songs and
+everlasting joy upon their heads; they shall obtain joy and gladness,
+and sorrow and sighing shall flee away!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I. First, this road of the text is the King's highway. In the
+diligence you dash over the Bernard pass of the Alps, mile after mile,
+and there is not so much as a pebble to jar the wheels. You go over
+bridges which cross chasms that make you hold your breath; under
+projecting rock; along by dangerous precipices; through tunnels adrip
+with the meltings of the glaciers; and, perhaps for the first time,
+learn the majesty of a road built and supported by government
+authority. Well, my Lord the King decided to build a highway from
+earth to heaven. It should span all the chasms of human wretchedness;
+it should tunnel all the mountains of earthly difficulty; it should be
+wide enough and strong enough to hold fifty thousand millions of the
+human race, if so many of them should ever be born. It should be
+blasted out of the &quot;Rock of Ages,&quot; and cemented with the blood of the
+Cross, and be lifted amid the shouting of angels and the execration of
+devils.</p>
+
+<p>The King sent His Son to build that road. He put head and hand and
+heart to it, and, after the road was completed, waved His blistered
+hand over the way, crying, &quot;It is finished!&quot; Napoleon paid fifteen
+million francs for the building of the Simplon Road, that his cannon
+might go over for the devastation of Italy; but our King, at a greater
+expense, has built a road for a different purpose, that the banners of
+heavenly dominion might come down over it, and all the redeemed of
+earth travel up over it.</p>
+
+<p>Being a King's highway, of course it is well built. Bridges splendidly
+arched and buttressed have given way and crushed the passengers who
+attempted to cross them. But Christ, the King, would build no such
+thing as that. The work done, He mounts the chariot of His love, and
+multitudes mount with Him, and He drives on and up the steep of heaven
+amid the plaudits of gazing worlds! The work is done&mdash;well
+done&mdash;gloriously done&mdash;magnificently done.</p>
+
+<p>II. Still further: this road spoken of is a clean road.</p>
+
+<p>Many a fine road has become miry and foul because it has not been
+properly cared for; but my text says the unclean shall not walk on
+this one. Room on either side to throw away your sins. Indeed, if you
+want to carry them along, you are not on the right road. That bridge
+will break, those overhanging rocks will fall, the night will come
+down, leaving you at the mercy of the mountain bandits, and at the
+very next turn of the road you will perish. But if you are really on
+this clean road of which I have been speaking, then you will stop
+ever and anon to wash in the water that stands in the basin of the
+eternal rock. Ay, at almost every step of the journey you will be
+crying out: &quot;Create within me a clean heart!&quot; If you have no such
+aspirations as that, it proves that you have mistaken your way; and if
+you will only look up and see the finger-board above your head, you
+may read upon it the words: &quot;There is a way that seemeth right unto a
+man, but the end thereof is death.&quot; Without holiness no man shall see
+the Lord; and if you have any idea that you can carry along your sins,
+your lusts, your worldliness, and yet get to the end of the Christian
+race, you are so awfully mistaken that, in the name of God, this
+morning I shatter the delusion.</p>
+
+<p>III. Still further, the road spoken of is a plain road. &quot;The wayfaring
+men, though fools, shall not err therein.&quot; That is, if a man is three
+fourths an idiot, he can find this road just as well as if he were a
+philosopher. The imbecile boy, the laughing-stock of the street, and
+followed by a mob hooting at him, has only just to knock once at the
+gate of heaven, and it swings open: while there has been many a man
+who can lecture about pneumatics, and chemistry, and tell the story of
+Farraday's theory of electrical polarization, and yet has been shut
+out of heaven. There has been many a man who stood in an observatory
+and swept the heavens with his telescope, and yet has not been able to
+see the Morning Star. Many a man has been familiar with all the higher
+branches of mathematics, and yet could not do the simple sum, &quot;What
+shall it profit a man if he gain the whole world and lose his own
+soul?&quot; Many a man has been a fine reader of tragedies and poems, and
+yet could not &quot;read his title clear to mansions in the skies.&quot; Many a
+man has botanized across the continent, and yet not know the &quot;Rose of
+Sharon and the Lily of the Valley.&quot; But if one shall come in the right
+spirit, crying the way to heaven, he will find it a plain way. The
+pardon is plain. The peace is plain. Everything is plain.</p>
+
+<p>He who tries to get on the road to heaven through the New Testament
+teaching will get on beautifully. He who goes through philosophical
+discussion will not get on at all. Christ says: &quot;Come to Me, and I
+will take all your sins away, and I will take all your troubles away.&quot;
+Now what is the use of my discussing it any more? Is not that plain?
+If you wanted to go to Albany, and I pointed you out a highway
+thoroughly laid out, would I be wise in detaining you by a geological
+discussion about the gravel you will pass over, or a physiological
+discussion about the muscles you will have to bring into play? No.
+After this Bible has pointed you the way to heaven, is it wise for me
+to detain you with any discussion about the nature of the human will,
+or whether the atonement is limited or unlimited? There is the
+road&mdash;go on it. It is a plain way.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;This is a faithful saying, and worthy of all acceptation, that Christ
+Jesus came into the world to save sinners.&quot; And that is you and that
+is me. Any little child here can understand this as well as I can.
+&quot;Unless you become as a little child, you can not see the kingdom of
+God.&quot; If you are saved, it will not be as a philosopher, it will be as
+a little child. &quot;Of such is the kingdom of Heaven.&quot; Unless you get
+the spirit of little children, you will never come out at their
+glorious destiny.</p>
+
+<p>IV. Still further: this road to heaven is a safe road. Sometimes the
+traveler in those ancient highways would think himself perfectly
+secure, not knowing there was a lion by the way, burying his head deep
+between his paws, and then, when the right moment came, under the
+fearful spring the man's life was gone, and there was a mauled carcass
+by the roadside. But, says my text, &quot;No lion shall be there.&quot; I wish I
+could make you feel, this morning, your entire security. I tell you
+plainly that one minute after a man has become a child of God, he is
+as safe as though he had been ten thousand years in heaven. He may
+slip, he may slide, he may stumble; but he can not be destroyed. Kept
+by the power of God, through faith, unto complete salvation.
+Everlastingly safe.</p>
+
+<p>The severest trial to which you can subject a Christian man is to kill
+him, and that is glory. In other words, the worst thing that can
+happen a child of God is heaven. The body is only the old slippers
+that he throws aside just before putting on the sandals of light. His
+soul, you can not hurt it. No fires can consume it. No floods can
+drown it. No devils can capture it.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;Firm and unmoved are they<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who rest their souls on God;<br /></span>
+<span>Fixed as the ground where David stood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or where the ark abode.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>His soul is safe. His reputation is safe. Everything is safe. &quot;But,&quot;
+you say, &quot;suppose his store burns up?&quot; Why, then, it will be only a
+change of investments from earthly to heavenly securities. &quot;But,&quot; you
+say, &quot;suppose his name goes down under the hoof of scorn and
+contempt?&quot; The name will be so much brighter in glory. &quot;Suppose his
+physical health fails?&quot; God will pour into him the floods of
+everlasting health, and it will not make any difference. Earthly
+subtraction is heavenly addition. The tears of earth are the crystals
+of heaven. As they take rags and tatters and put them through the
+paper-mill, and they come out beautiful white sheets of paper, so,
+often, the rags of earthly destitution, under the cylinders of death,
+come out a white scroll upon which shall be written eternal
+emancipation.</p>
+
+<p>There was one passage of Scripture, the force of which I never
+understood until one day at Chamounix, with Mont Blanc on one side,
+and Montanvent on the other, I opened my Bible and read: &quot;As the
+mountains are around about Jerusalem, so the Lord is around about them
+that fear Him.&quot; The surroundings were an omnipotent commentary.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;Though troubles assail, and dangers affright;<br /></span>
+<span>Though friends should all fail, and foes all unite;<br /></span>
+<span>Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide,<br /></span>
+<span>The Scriptures assure us the Lord will provide.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>V. Still further: the road spoken of is a pleasant road. God gives a
+bond of indemnity against all evil to every man that treads it. &quot;All
+things work together for good to those who love God.&quot; No weapon formed
+against them can prosper. That is the bond, signed, sealed, and
+delivered by the President of the whole universe. What is the use of
+your fretting, O child of God, about food? &quot;Behold the fowls of the
+air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns;
+yet your heavenly Father feedeth them.&quot; And will He take care of the
+sparrow, will He take care of the hawk, and let you die? What is the
+use of your fretting about clothes? &quot;Consider the lilies of the field.
+Shall He not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?&quot; What is the
+use worrying for fear something will happen to your home? &quot;He blesseth
+the habitation of the just.&quot; What is the use of your fretting lest you
+will be overcome of temptations? &quot;God is faithful, who will not suffer
+you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation
+also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>O this King's highway! Trees of life on either side, bending over
+until their branches interlock and drop midway their fruit and shade.
+Houses of entertainment on either side the road for poor pilgrims.
+Tables spread with a feast of good things, and walls adorned with
+apples of gold in pictures of silver. I start out on this King's
+highway, and I find a harper, and I say: &quot;What is your name?&quot; The
+harper makes no response, but leaves me to guess, as, with his eyes
+toward heaven and his hand upon the trembling strings this tune comes
+rippling on the air: &quot;The Lord is my light and my salvation. Whom
+shall I fear? The Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be
+afraid?&quot; I go a little further on the same road and meet a trumpeter
+of heaven, and I say: &quot;Haven't you got some music for a tired
+pilgrim?&quot; And wiping his lip and taking a long breath, he puts his
+mouth to the trumpet and pours forth this strain: &quot;They shall hunger
+no more, neither shall they thirst any more, neither shall the sun
+light on them, nor any heat, for the Lamb which is in the midst of the
+throne shall lead them to living fountains of water, and God shall
+wipe away all tears from their eyes.&quot; I go a little distance further
+on the same road, and I meet a maiden of Israel. She has no harp, but
+she has cymbals. They look as if they had rusted from sea-spray; and I
+say to the maiden of Israel: &quot;Have you no song for a tired pilgrim?&quot;
+And like the clang of victors' shields the cymbals clap as Miriam
+begins to discourse: &quot;Sing ye to the Lord, for He hath triumphed
+gloriously; the horse and the rider hath He thrown into the sea.&quot; And
+then I see a white-robed group. They come bounding toward me, and I
+say: &quot;Who are they? The happiest, and the brightest, and the fairest
+in all heaven&mdash;who are they?&quot; And the answer comes: &quot;These are they
+who came out of great tribulations, and had their robes washed and
+made white with the blood of the Lamb.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I pursue this subject only one step further. What is the terminus? I
+do not care how fine a road you may put me on, I want to know where it
+comes out. My text declares it: &quot;The redeemed of the Lord come to
+Zion.&quot; You know what Zion was. That was the King's palace. It was a
+mountain fastness. It was impregnable. And so heaven is the fastness
+of the universe. No howitzer has long enough range to shell those
+towers. Let all the batteries of earth and hell blaze away; they can
+not break in those gates. Gibraltar was taken, Sebastopol was taken,
+Babylon fell; but these walls of heaven shall never surrender either
+to human or Satanic besiegement. The Lord God Almighty is the defense
+of it. Great capital of the universe! Terminus of the King's highway!</p>
+
+<p>Doctor Dick said that, among other things, he thought in heaven we
+should study chemistry, and geometry, and conic sections. Southey
+thought that in heaven he would have the pleasure of seeing Chaucer
+and Shakespeare. Now, Doctor Dick may have his mathematics for all
+eternity, and Southey his Shakespeare. Give me Christ and my old
+friends&mdash;that is all the heaven I want, that is heaven enough for me.
+O garden of light, whose leaves never wither, and whose fruits never
+fail! O banquet of God, whose sweetness never palls the taste, and
+whose guests are kings forever! O city of light, whose walls are
+salvation, and whose gates are praise! O palace of rest, where God is
+the monarch and everlasting ages the length of His reign! O song
+louder than the surf-beat of many waters, yet soft as the whisper of
+cherubim!</p>
+
+<p>O my heaven! When my last wound is healed, when the last heart-break
+is ended, when the last tear of earthly sorrow is wiped away, and when
+the redeemed of the Lord shall come to Zion, then let all the harpers
+take down their harps, and all the trumpeters take down their
+trumpets, and all across heaven there be chorus of morning stars,
+chorus of white-robed victors, chorus of martyrs from under the
+throne, chorus of ages, chorus of worlds, and there be but one song
+sung, and but one name spoken, and but one throne honored&mdash;that of
+Jesus only.</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="the_ransomless" id="the_ransomless"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>THE RANSOMLESS.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">
+&quot;Beware lest He take thee away with His stroke: then a great
+ransom can not deliver thee.&quot;&mdash;
+<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Job</span> xxxvi: 18.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>Trouble makes some men mad. It was so with Job. He had lost his
+property, he had lost his physical health, he had lost his dear
+children, and the losses had led to exasperation instead of any
+spiritual profit. I suppose that he was in the condition that many are
+now in who sit before me. There are those here whose fortunes have
+begun to flap their wings, as though to fly away. There is a hollow
+cough in some of your dwellings. There is a subtraction of comfort and
+happiness, and you feel disgusted with the world, and impatient with
+many events that are transpiring in your history, and you are in the
+condition in which Job was when the words of my text accosted him:
+&quot;Beware lest He take thee away with His stroke and then a ransom can
+not deliver thee.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I propose to show you that sometimes God suddenly removes from us our
+gospel opportunities, and that, when He has done so, our case is
+ransomless. &quot;Beware lest He take thee away with His stroke: then a
+great ransom can not deliver thee.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I. Sometimes the stroke comes in the removal of the intellect.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh,&quot; says some man, &quot;as long as I keep my mind I can afford to
+adjourn religion.&quot; But suppose you do not keep it? A fever, the
+hurling of a missile, the falling of a brick from a scaffolding, the
+accidental discharge of a gun&mdash;and your mind is gone. If you have ever
+been in an anatomical room, and have examined the human brain, you
+know what a delicate organ it is. And can it be possible that our
+eternity is dependent upon the healthy action of that which can be so
+easily destroyed?</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh,&quot; says some one, &quot;you don't know how strong a mind I have.&quot; I
+reply: Losses, accident, bereavement, and sickness may shipwreck the
+best physical or mental condition. There are those who have been ten
+years in lunatic asylums who had as good a mind as you. While they had
+their minds they neglected God, and when their intellect went, with it
+went their last opportunity for heaven. Now they are not responsible
+for what they do, or for what they say; but in the last day they will
+be held responsible for what they did when they were mentally well;
+and if, on that day, a soul should say: &quot;Oh, God, I was demented, and
+I had no responsibility,&quot; God will say: &quot;Yes, you were demented; but
+there were long years when you were not demented. That was your chance
+for heaven, and you missed it.&quot; Oh, better be, as the Scotch say, a
+little &quot;daft,&quot; nevertheless having grace in the heart; better be like
+poor Richard Hampson, the Cornish fool, whose biography has just
+appeared in England&mdash;a silly man he was, yet bringing souls to Jesus
+Christ by scores and scores&mdash;giving an account of his own conversion,
+when he said: &quot;The mob got after me, and I lost my hat, and climbed
+up by a meat-stand, in order that I might not be trampled under foot,
+and while I was there, my heart got on fire with love toward those who
+were chasing me, and, springing to my feet, I began to exhort and to
+pray.&quot; Oh, my God, let me be in the last, last day the Cornish fool,
+rather than have the best intellect God ever created unillumined by
+the Gospel of Jesus Christ!</p>
+
+<p>Consider what an uncertain possession you have in your intellect, when
+there are so many things around to destroy it; and beware, lest before
+you use it in making the religious choice, God takes it away with a
+stroke. I know a good many of my friends who are putting off religion
+until the last hour. They say when they get sick they will attend to
+it, but generally the intellect is beclouded; and oh; what a doleful
+thing it is to stand by a dying bed, and talk to a man about his soul,
+and feel, from what you see of the motion of his head, and the glare
+of his eye, and from what you hear of the jargon of his lips, that he
+does not understand what you are saying to him. I have stood beside
+the death-bed of a man who had lived a sinful life, and was as
+unprepared for eternity as it is possible for a man to be, and I tried
+to make him understand my pastoral errand; but all in vain. He could
+not understand it, and so he died.</p>
+
+<p>Oh! ye who are putting off until the sick hour preparation for
+eternity, let me tell you that in all probability, you will not be
+able in your last hour to attend to it at all. There are a great many
+people who say they will repent on the death-bed.</p>
+
+<p>I have no doubt there are many who have repented on the death-bed, but
+I think it is the exception. Albert Barnes, who was one of the coolest
+of men, and gave no rash statistics, said thus: that in a ministry of
+nearly half a century&mdash;he was over seventy when he went up to
+glory&mdash;he had known a great many people who said they repented on the
+dying bed, but, unexpectedly to themselves, got well; and he says, How
+many of those, do you suppose, who thought it was their dying bed, and
+who, after they repented on that dying bed, having got well, lived
+consistently, showing that it was real repentance, and not mock
+repentance&mdash;how many? not one! not one!</p>
+
+<p>II. Again: this stroke may come to you in the withdrawal of God's
+spirit.</p>
+
+<p>I see people before me who were, twenty years ago, serious about their
+souls. They are not now. They have no interest in what I am saying.
+They will never have any anxiety in what any minister of the Gospel
+says about their souls. Their time seems to have passed. I know a man,
+seventy-five years of age, who, in early life, became almost a
+Christian, but grieved away the spirit of God, and he has never
+thought earnestly since, and he can not be roused. I do not believe he
+will be roused until eternity flashes on his astonished vision.</p>
+
+<p>It does seem as if sometimes, in quite early life, the Holy Spirit
+moves upon a heart, and being grieved away and rejected, never comes
+back. You say that is all imaginary? A letter, the address of which I
+will not give, dated last Monday morning, came to me on Tuesday,
+saying this: &quot;Your sermon last night (that is, last Sabbath night)
+did not fit my case, although I believe it did all others in the
+Academy; but your sermon of a week ago did fit my case, for I am 'past
+feeling.' I am not ashamed to be a Christian. I would as soon be known
+to be a Christian as anything else. Indeed, I wish I was, but I have
+not the least power to become one. Don't you know that with some
+persons there is a tide in their spiritual natures which, if taken at
+the flood, leads on to salvation? Such a tide I felt two years ago. I
+want you to pray for me, not that I may be led to Christ&mdash;for that
+prayer would not be answered&mdash;but that I may be kept from the
+temptation to suicide!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>What I had to say to the author of that I said in a private letter;
+but what I have to say to this audience is: Beware lest you grieve the
+Holy Ghost, and He be gone, and never return. Next Wednesday, at two
+or three o'clock, a Cunard steamer will put out from Jersey City wharf
+for Liverpool. After it has gone one hour, and the vessel is down by
+the Narrows, or beyond, go out on the Jersey City wharf, and wave your
+hand, and shout, and ask that steamer to come back to the wharf. Will
+it? Yes, sooner than the Holy Ghost will come back when once He has
+taken his final flight from thy soul. With that Holy Spirit some of
+you have been in treaty, my dear friends.</p>
+
+<p>The Holy Spirit said: &quot;Come, come to Christ.&quot; You said: &quot;No, I won't.&quot;
+The Spirit said, more importunately: &quot;Come to Christ.&quot; You said:
+&quot;Well, I will after awhile, when I get my business fixed up; when my
+friends consent to my coming; when they won't laugh at me&mdash;then I'll
+come.&quot; But the Holy Spirit more emphatically said: &quot;Come now.&quot; You
+said: &quot;No, I can't. I can't come now.&quot; And that Holy Spirit stands in
+your heart to-night, with His hand on the door of your soul, ready to
+come out. Will you let Him depart? If so, then, with a pen of light,
+dipped in ink of eternal blackness, the sentence may be now writing:
+&quot;Ephraim is joined to his idols. Let him alone! Let him alone!&quot; When
+that fatal record is made, you might as well brace yourselves up
+against the sorrows of the last day, against the anguish of an
+unforgiven death-bed, against the flame and the overthrow of an undone
+eternity; for though you might live thirty years after that in the
+world, your fate would be as certain as though you had already entered
+the gates of darkness. That is the dead line. Look out how you cross
+it!</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;'There is a line by us unseen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That crosses every path;<br /></span>
+<span>The hidden boundary between<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">God's patience and His wrath.'&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>And some of you, to-night, have come up to that line. Ay, you have
+lifted your foot, and when you put it down, it will be on the other
+side! Look out how you cross it! Oh, grieve not the Spirit of God,
+lest He never come back!</p>
+
+<p>III. This fatal stroke spoken of in the text may be our exit from this
+world. I hear aged people sometimes saying: &quot;I can't live much
+longer.&quot; But do you know the fact that there are a hundred young
+people and middle-aged people who go out of this life to one aged
+person, for the simple reason that there are not many aged people to
+leave life? The aged seem to stand around like stalks&mdash;separate stalks
+of wheat at the corner of the field; but when death goes a-mowing, he
+likes to go down amid the thick of the harvest. What is more to the
+point: a man's going out of this world is never in the way he
+expects&mdash;it is never at the time he expects. The moment of leaving
+this world is always a surprise. If you expect to go in the winter, it
+may be in the summer; if in the summer, it may be in the winter; if in
+the night, it maybe in the day-time; if you think to go in the
+day-time, it may be in the night. Suddenly the event will rush upon
+you, and you will be gone. Where? If a Christian&mdash;into joy. If not a
+Christian&mdash;into suffering.</p>
+
+<p>The Gospel call stops outside of the door of the sepulcher. The
+sleeper within can not hear it. If that call should be sounded out
+with clarion voice louder than ever rang through the air, that sleeper
+could not hear it. I suppose every hour of the day, and now, while I
+am speaking, there are souls rushing into eternity unprepared. They
+slide from the pillow, or they slip from the pavement, and in an
+eye-twinkling they are gone. Elegant and eloquent funeral oration will
+not do them any good. Epitaph, cut on polished Scotch granite, will
+not do them any good. Wailing of beloved kindred can not call them
+back.</p>
+
+<p>But, says some one: &quot;I'll keep out of peril; I will not go on the sea,
+I will not go into battle&mdash;I'll keep out of all danger.&quot; That is no
+defense. Thousands of people, last night, on their couches, with the
+front door locked, and no armed assassin anywhere around, surrounded
+by all defended circumstances, slipped out of this life into the
+next. If time had been on one side of the shuttle and eternity on the
+other side of the shuttle, they could not have shot quicker across it.
+A man was saying: &quot;My father was lost at sea, and my grandfather, and
+my great-grandfather. Wasn't it strange?&quot; A man, talking to him, said:
+&quot;You ought never to venture on the sea, lest you, yourself, be lost at
+sea.&quot; The man turned to the other, and said: &quot;Where did your father
+die?&quot; He replied: &quot;In his bed.&quot; &quot;Where did your grandfather die?&quot; &quot;In
+his bed.&quot; &quot;Where did your great-grandfather die?&quot; &quot;In his bed.&quot;
+&quot;Then,&quot; he said, &quot;be careful, lest some night, while you are asleep on
+your couch, your time may come!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Death alone is sure. Suddenly, you and I will go out of life. I am not
+saying anything to your soul that I am not going to say to my own
+soul. We have got to go suddenly out of this life. If I am prepared
+for that change, I do not care where my body is taken from&mdash;at what
+point I am taken out of this life. If I am ready, all is well. If I am
+not ready, though I might be at home, and though my loved ones might
+be standing around me, and though there might be the best surgical and
+medical ability in the room, I tell you, if I were not prepared, I
+would be frightened more than tongue can tell. It may seem like
+cowardice, but I am not ashamed to say that I should have the most
+indescribable horror about going out of this world if I thought I was
+unprepared for the next&mdash;if I had no Christ in my soul; for it would
+be a plunge compared with which a leap from the top of Mont Blanc
+would be nothing.</p>
+
+<p>But this brings me to the most tremendous thought of my text. The text
+supposes that a man goes into ruin, and that an effort is made
+afterward for his rescue, and then says the thing can not be done. Is
+that so? After death seizes upon that soul, is there no resurrection?
+If a man topples off the edge of life, is there nothing to break his
+fall? If an impenitent man goes overboard, are there no
+grappling-hooks to hoist him into safety? The text says distinctly:
+&quot;Then a great ransom can not deliver thee.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I know there are people who call themselves &quot;Restorationists,&quot; and
+they say a sinful man may go down into the world of the lost; he stays
+there until he gets reformed, and then comes up into the world of
+light and blessedness. It seems to me to be a most unreasonable
+doctrine&mdash;as though the world of darkness were a place where a man
+could get reformed. Is there anything in the society of the lost
+world&mdash;the abandoned and the wretched of God's universe&mdash;to elevate a
+man's character and lift him at last to heaven? Can we go into
+companionship of the Neroes and the Herods, and the Jim Fisks, and
+spend a certain number of years in that lost world, and then by that
+society be purified and lifted up? Is that the kind of society that
+reforms a man and prepares him for heaven? Would you go to Shreveport
+or Memphis, with the yellow fever there, to get your physical health
+restored? Can it be that a man may go down into the diseased world&mdash;a
+world overwhelmed by an epidemic of transgressions&mdash;and by that
+process, and in that atmosphere, be lifted up to health and glory?
+Your common sense says: &quot;No! no!&quot; In such society as that, instead of
+being restored, you would go down worse and worse, plunging every hour
+into deeper depths of suffering and darkness. What your common sense
+says the Bible reaffirms, when it says: &quot;These shall go away into
+three months of punishment.&quot; I have quoted it wrong. &quot;These shall go
+away into ten years of punishment.&quot; I have quoted it wrong. &quot;These
+shall go into a thousand years of punishment.&quot; I have quoted it wrong.
+&quot;These shall go into <i>everlasting</i> punishment.&quot; And now I have quoted
+it right; or, if you prefer, in the words of my text: &quot;Then a great
+ransom can not deliver thee.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Now just suppose that a spirit should come down from heaven and knock
+at the gates of woe and say: &quot;Let that man out! Let me come in and
+suffer in his stead. I will be the sacrifice. Let him come out.&quot; The
+grim jailer would reply: &quot;No, you don't know what a place this is, or
+you would not ask to come in; besides that, this man had full warning
+and full opportunity of escape. He did not take the warning, and now a
+great ransom shall not deliver him.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Sometimes men are sentenced to imprisonment for life. There comes
+another judge on the bench, there comes another governor in the chair,
+and in three or four years you find the man who was sentenced for life
+in the street. You say: &quot;I thought you were sentenced for life.&quot; &quot;Oh!&quot;
+he says, &quot;politics are changed, and I am now a free man.&quot; But it will
+not be so for a soul at the last. There will be no new judge or new
+governor. If at the end of a century a soul might come out, it would
+not be so bad. If at the end of a thousand years it might come out,
+it would not be so bad. If there were any time in all the future, in
+quadrillions and quadrillions of years, that the soul might come out,
+it would not be so bad; but if the Bible be true, it is a state of
+unending duration.</p>
+
+<p>Far on in the ages one lost soul shall cry out to another lost soul:
+&quot;How long have you been here?&quot; and the soul will reply: &quot;The years of
+my ruin are countless. I estimated the time for thousands of years;
+but what is the use of estimating when all these rolling cycles bring
+us no nearer the terminus.&quot; Ages! Ages! Ages! Eternity! Eternity!
+Eternity! The wrath to come! The wrath to come! The wrath to come! No
+medicine to cure that marasmus of the soul. No hammer to strike off
+the handcuff of that incarceration. No burglar's key to pick the locks
+which the Lord hath fastened. Sir Francis Newport, in his last moment,
+caught just one glimpse of that world. He had lived a sinful life.
+Before he went into the eternal world he looked into it. The last
+words he ever uttered were, as he gathered himself up on his elbows in
+the bed: &quot;Oh, the insufferable pangs of hell!&quot; The lost soul will cry
+out: &quot;I can not stand this! I can not stand this! Is there no way
+out?&quot; and the echo will answer: &quot;No way out.&quot; And the soul will cry:
+&quot;Is this forever?&quot; and the echo will answer: &quot;Forever!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Is it all true? &quot;These shall go away into everlasting punishment,
+while the righteous go into life eternal.&quot; Are there two destinies?
+and must all this audience share one or the other? Shall I give an
+account for what I have told you to-night? Have I held back any truth,
+though it were plain, though it were unpalatable? Must I meet you
+there, oh, you dying but immortal auditory? I wish that my text, with
+all its uplifted hands of warning, could come upon your souls: &quot;Beware
+lest He take thee away with His stroke: then a great ransom can not
+deliver thee.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Glory be to God, there is a ransom that can now deliver you, braver
+than Grace Darling putting out in a life-boat from Eddystone
+Light-house for the rescue of the crew of the Forfarshire
+steamer&mdash;Christ the Lord launched from heaven, amid the shouting of
+the angels. Thirty-three years afterward, Christ the Lord launched
+from earth to heaven, amid human and infernal execration; yet staying
+here long enough to save all who will believe in Him. Do you hear
+that? To save all who will believe in Him. Oh, that pierced side! Oh,
+that bleeding brow! Oh, that crushed foot! Oh, that broken heart! That
+is your hope, sinner. That is your ransom from sin, and death, and
+hell.</p>
+
+<p>Why have I told you all these things to-night, plainly and frankly? It
+is because I know there is redemption for you, and I would have you
+now come and get it. Oh, men and women long prayed for, and striven
+with, and coaxed of the mercy of God&mdash;have you concentrated all your
+physical, mental, and spiritual energies in one awful determination to
+be lost? Is there nothing in the value of your soul, in the
+graciousness of Christ, in the thunders of the last day, in the
+blazing glories of heaven, and the surging wrath of an undone eternity
+to start you out of your indifference, and make you pray? Oh, must God
+come upon you in some other way? Must He take another darling child
+from your household? Must He take another installment from your
+worldly estate? Must life come upon you with sorrow after sorrow, and
+smite you down with sickness before you will be moved, and before you
+will feel?</p>
+
+<p>Oh, weep now, while Jesus will count the tears! Sigh, now in
+repentance, while Jesus will hear the grief. Now clutch the cross of
+the Son of God before it be swept away. Beware, lest the Holy Spirit
+leave thy heart. Beware, lest this night thy soul be required of thee.
+&quot;Beware, lest he take thee away with His stroke: then a great ransom
+can not deliver thee.&quot; Oh, Lord God of Israel, see these impenitent
+souls on the verge of death ready to topple over! See them! Is there
+no help? Is this plea all in vain? I can not believe it, blessed God.
+Oh, thou mighty One, whose garments are red with the wine-press of
+Thine own sufferings, in the greatness of Thy strength ride through
+this audience, and may all this people fall into line, the willing
+captives of Thy grace. Men and women immortal! I lay hold of you
+to-night with both hands of entreaty and of prayer, and I beg of you,
+prepare for death, judgment, and eternity.</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="the_three_groups" id="the_three_groups"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>THE THREE GROUPS.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">&quot;And they sat down in ranks by hundreds and by
+fifties.&quot;&mdash;<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Mark</span>
+ vi: 40.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>The sun was far down in the west, night was coming on, and there were
+five thousand people tired, hungry, shelterless. You know how
+Washington felt at Valley Forge, when his army was starving and
+freezing. You may imagine how any great-hearted general would feel
+while his troops were suffering. Imagine, then, how Christ, with His
+great heart, must have felt as He saw these five thousand
+hunger-bitten people. Yes, I suppose there were ten thousand there,
+for the Bible says there were five thousand men, besides women and
+children. The case is put in that way, not because the women and
+children were of less importance than the men, but because they would
+eat less; and the whole force of the miracle turns on the amount of
+food required.</p>
+
+<p>How shall this great multitude be supplied? I see a selfish man in
+that crowd pulling a luncheon out of his own pocket, and saying: &quot;Let
+the people starve. They had no business to come out here in the desert
+without any provisions. They are improvident, and the improvident
+ought to suffer.&quot; There is another man, not quite so heartless, who
+says: &quot;Go up into the village and buy bread.&quot; What a foolish
+proposition! There is not enough food in all the village for this
+crowd; besides that, who has the money to pay for it? Xerxes' army,
+one million strong, was fed by a private individual of great wealth
+for only one day, but it broke him. Who, then, shall feed this
+multitude?</p>
+
+<p>I see a man rising in that great crowd and asking: &quot;Is there any one
+here who has bread or meat?&quot; A kind of moan goes through the whole
+throng. &quot;No bread&mdash;no meat.&quot; But just at that time a lad steps up. You
+know when a great crowd goes off upon an excursion, there are always
+men and boys to go along for the purpose of merchandise and to strike
+a bargain: and so, I suppose, this boy had gone along for the purpose
+of merchandise; but he was nearly all sold out, having only five
+loaves and two fishes left. He is a generous boy, and he turns them
+over to Christ.</p>
+
+<p>But these loaves would not feed twenty people, how much less ten
+thousand! Though the action was so generous on the part of the boy, so
+far as satisfying the multitude, it was a dead failure. Then Jesus
+comes to the rescue. He is apt to come when there is a dead lift. He
+commands the people that they sit down &quot;in ranks, by hundreds and by
+fifties,&quot; as much as to say: &quot;Order! order! so that none be missed.&quot;
+It was fortunate that that arrangement was made; otherwise, at the
+very first appearance of bread, the strong ones would have clutched
+it, while the feeble and the modest would have gone unsupplied.</p>
+
+<p>I suppose it was no easy work to get that crowd seated, for they all
+wanted to be in the front row, lest the bread give out before their
+turn come. No sooner are they seated than there comes a great hush
+over all the people. Jesus stands there, His light complexion and
+auburn locks illumined by the setting sun. Every eye is on Him. They
+wonder what He will do next. He takes one of the loaves that the boy
+furnished and breaks off it a piece, which immediately grows to as
+large a size as the original loaf, the original loaf staying as large
+as it was before the piece was broken off. And they leaned forward
+with intense scrutiny, saying: &quot;Look! look!&quot; When some one, anxious to
+see more minutely what is going on, rises in front, they cry: &quot;Sit
+down in front! Let us look for ourselves.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>And then, when the bread is passed around, they taste of it
+skeptically and inquiringly, as much as to say: &quot;Is it bread? Really,
+is it bread?&quot; Yes, the best bread that was ever made, for Christ made
+it. Bread for the first fifty and second fifty. Bread for the first
+hundred and the second hundred. Bread for the first thousand and the
+second thousand. Pass it all around the circle: there, where that aged
+man sits leaning on his staff, and where that woman sits with the
+child in her arms. Pass it all around. Are you all fed? &quot;Ay! ay!&quot;
+respond the ten thousand voices; &quot;all fed.&quot; One basket would have held
+the loaves before the miracle; it takes twelve baskets now. Sound it
+through all the ages of earth and heaven, that Christ the Lord comes
+to our suffering race with the bread of this life in one hand, and the
+bread of eternal life in the other hand.</p>
+
+<p>You have all immediately run out the analogy between that scene and
+this. There were thousands there; there are thousands here. They were
+in the desert; many of you are in the desert of trouble and sin. No
+human power could feed them; no human power can feed you. Christ
+appeared to them; Christ appears to you. Bread enough for all in the
+desert; bread enough for all who are here. And, as on that occasion,
+so in this: we have the people &quot;sit down in ranks by hundreds and by
+fifties;&quot; for the fact that many of you stand is no fault of ours, for
+we have tried to give you seats. As Christ divided that company into
+groups, so I divide this audience into three groups: the pardoned, the
+seeking, the careless.</p>
+
+<p>I. And, first, I speak to the pardoned.</p>
+
+<p>It is with some of you half past five in the morning, and some faint
+streaks of light. With others it is seven o'clock, and thus full dawn.
+With others it is twelve o'clock at noon, and you sit in full blaze of
+Gospel pardon. I bring you congratulation. Joseph delivered from
+Potiphar's dungeon; Daniel lifted from the lion's den; Saul arrested
+and unhorsed on the road to Damascus. Oh, you delivered captives, how
+your eyes should gleam, and your souls should bound, and your lips
+should sing in this pardon! From what land did you come? A land of
+darkness. What is to be your destiny? A land of light. Who got you
+out? Christ, the Lord. Can you sit so placidly and unmoved while all
+heaven comes to your soul with congratulation, and harps are strung,
+and crowns are lifted, and a great joy swings round the heavens at the
+news of your disinthrallment? If you could realize out of what a pit
+you have been dug, to what height you are to be raised, and to what
+glory you are destined, you would spring to your feet with &quot;Hosanna!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>In 1808 there was a meeting of the emperors of France and Russia at
+Erfurt. There were distinguished men there also from other lands. It
+was so arranged that when any of the emperors arrived at the door of
+the reception-room, the drum should beat three times; but when a
+lesser dignitary should come, then the drum would sound but twice.
+After awhile the people in the audience-chamber heard two taps of the
+drum. They said: &quot;A prince is coming.&quot; But after awhile there were
+three taps, and they cried: &quot;The emperor!&quot; Oh, there is a more
+glorious arrival at your soul to-night! The drum beats twice at the
+coming in of the lesser joys and congratulations of your soul; but it
+beats once, twice, thrice at the coming in of a glorious King&mdash;Jesus
+the Saviour, Jesus the God! I congratulate you. All are yours&mdash;things
+present and things to come.</p>
+
+<p>II. I come now to speak of the second division&mdash;those who are seeking;
+some of you with more earnestness, some of you with less earnestness.
+But I believe that to-night, if I should ask all those who wish to
+find the way to heaven to rise, and the world did not scoff at you,
+and your own proud heart did not keep you down, there would be a
+thousand souls who would cry out as they rose up: &quot;Show me the way to
+heaven!&quot; That young man who smiled to the one next to him, as though
+he cared for none of these things, would be on his knees crying for
+mercy. Why this anxious look? Why this deep disquietude in the soul?
+Why, at the beginning of this service, did you do what you have not
+done for years&mdash;bow your head in prayer? You are seeking.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I am a gambler,&quot; says one man. There is mercy for you. &quot;I am a
+libertine,&quot; says another. There is mercy for you. &quot;I have plunged into
+every abomination.&quot; Mercy for you. The door of grace does not stand
+ajar to-night, nor half swung around on the hinges. It is wide, wide
+open; and there is nothing in the Bible, or in Christ, or God, or
+earth, or heaven, or hell, to keep you out of the door of safety, if
+you want to go in. Christ has borne your burdens, fought your battles,
+suffered for your sins. The debt is paid, and the receipt is handed to
+you, written in the blood of the Son of God&mdash;will you have it? Oh,
+decide the matter now! Decide it here! Fling your exhausted soul down
+at the feet of an all-compassionate, all-sympathizing, all-pitying,
+all-pardoning Jesus. The laceration on His brow, the gash in His side,
+the torn muscles and nerves of His feet beg you to come.</p>
+
+<p>But remember that one inch outside the door of pardon, and you are in
+as much peril as though you were a thousand miles away. Many a
+shipwrecked sailor has got almost to the beach, but did not get on it.
+There are thousands in the world of the lost who came very near being
+saved&mdash;perhaps as near as you are to-night&mdash;but were not saved.</p>
+
+<p>On the eastern coast of England, a few weeks ago, in a
+fishing-village, there was a good deal of excitement. While people
+were in church, the sailors and fishermen hearing the Gospel on the
+Sabbath, there was a cry: &quot;To the beach!&quot; and the minister closed the
+Bible, and with his congregation went out to help, and they saw in the
+offing a ship in trouble; but there was some disorder amid the
+fishing-smacks, and amid all the boats, and it was almost impossible
+to get anything launched. But after awhile they did, and they pulled
+away for the wreck, and came almost up, when suddenly the distressed
+bark in the offing capsized, and they all went down. Oh, if the
+lifeboats had only been ten minutes quicker! And how many a life-boat
+has been launched from the Gospel shore! It has come almost up to the
+drowning, and yet, after all, they were not rescued. Somehow they did
+not get into it!</p>
+
+<p>I suppose there are people who have asked for our prayers, and I
+suppose there were some in the side room, last Sabbath night, talking
+about their souls, who will miss heaven. They do not take the last
+step, and all the other steps go for nothing until you have taken the
+last step, for I have here, in the presence of God and this people, to
+announce the solemn truth, that to be almost saved is to be lost
+forever. That is all I have to say to the second division.</p>
+
+<p>III. I come now to speak to the careless. You look indifferent, and I
+suppose you are indifferent. You say: &quot;I came in here because a friend
+invited me to see what is going on, but with no serious intentions
+about my soul. I have so much work, and so much pleasure on hand,
+don't bother me about religion.&quot; And yet you are gentlemanly, and you
+are lady-like, in your behavior, and, therefore, I know that you will
+listen respectfully if I talk courteously. Christian people are
+sometimes afraid to talk to men and women of the world lest they be
+insulted. If they talk courteously to people of the world, they will
+listen courteously. So now I try to come in that way, and in that
+spirit, and talk to those of you who tell me that you are careless
+about your soul.</p>
+
+<p>Then you have a soul, have you? Yes, precious, with infinite capacity
+for joy or suffering, winged for flight somewhere. Beckoned upward,
+beckoned downward. Fought after by angels and by fiends. Immortal!</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;The sun is but a spark of fire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A transient meteor in the sky:<br /></span>
+<span>The soul, immortal as its Sire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Can never die.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Your body will soon be taken down, the castle will be destroyed, the
+tower will be in the dust, the windows will be broken out, and the
+place where your body sleeps will be forgotten; but your soul, after
+that, will be living, acting, feeling, thinking&mdash;where? where? Oh,
+there must be something of incomputable worth in that for which heaven
+gave up its best inhabitant, and Christ went into martyrdom, and at
+the coming of which angels chant an eternal litany and devils rush to
+the gate. When everything above you, and beneath you, and around you,
+is intent upon that soul, you can not afford to be careless,
+especially when I think, this moment while I speak, there are
+thousands of souls in heaven rejoicing that they attended to this
+matter in time, while at this very instant there are souls in the lost
+world mourning that they did not attend to it in time. Hark to the
+howling of the damned!</p>
+
+<p>Oh, if this room could be vacated of this audience, and you were all
+gone, and the wan spirits of the lost could come up and occupy this
+place, and I could stand before them with offers of pardon through
+Jesus Christ, and then ask them if they would accept it, there would
+come up an instantaneous, multitudinous, overwhelming cry: &quot;Yes! yes!
+yes! yes!&quot; No such fortune for them. They had their day of grace, and
+sacrificed it. You have yours; will you sacrifice it? I wish that I
+could have you see these things as you will one day see them.</p>
+
+<p>Suppose, on your way home, a runaway horse should dash across the
+street, or between the dock and the boat you should accidentally slip,
+where would you be at twelve o'clock to-night or seven o'clock
+to-morrow morning? Or for all eternity where would you be? I do not
+answer the question. I just leave it to you to answer.</p>
+
+<p>But suppose you escape fatal accident. Suppose you go out by the
+ordinary process of sickness. I will just suppose now that your last
+hour has come. The doctor says, as he goes out of the room: &quot;Can't get
+well.&quot; There is something in the faces of those who stand around you
+that prophesies that you can not get well. You say within yourself: &quot;I
+can't get well.&quot; Where are your comrades now? Oh, they are off to the
+gay party that very night! They dance as well as they ever did. They
+drink as much wine. They laugh as loud as though you were not dying.
+They destroyed your soul, but do not come to help you die.</p>
+
+<p>Well, there are father and mother in the room. They are very quiet,
+but occasionally they go out into the next room and weep bitterly. The
+bed is very much disheveled. They have not been able to make it up
+for two or three days. There are four or five pillows lying around,
+because they have been trying to make you as easy as they could. On
+the one side of your bed are all the past years of your life&mdash;the
+Bibles, the sermons, the communion-tables, the offers of mercy. You
+say: &quot;Take them away.&quot; Your mother thinks you are delirious. She says:
+&quot;There is nothing there, my dear, nothing there.&quot; There is something
+there! It is your wasted opportunities. It is your procrastinations.
+It is those years you gave to the world that you ought to have given
+to Christ. They are there; and some of them put their fingers on your
+aching temples, and some of them feel for the strings of your heart,
+and some put more thorns in your tumbled pillow, and you say: &quot;Turn me
+over.&quot; And they turn you over, but, alas! there is a more appalling
+vision. You say: &quot;Take that away!&quot; They say: &quot;There is nothing there,
+nothing there.&quot; There is&mdash;an open grave there! the judgment is there!
+a lost eternity is there! Take it away! They can not take it away.</p>
+
+<p>You say: &quot;How dark it is getting in the room!&quot; Why, the burners are
+all lighted. Your family come up one by one, and tenderly kiss you
+good-bye. Your feet are cold, and the hands are cold, and the lips are
+cold, and they take a small mirror and they put it over your mouth to
+see if there is any breathing, and that mirror is taken away without a
+single blur upon it; and they whisper through the room: &quot;She is gone.&quot;
+And then the door of the body opens and the soul flashes out. Make
+room for the destroyed spirit.</p>
+
+<p>Push back that door! Lost! Let it come into its eternal residence.
+Woe! woe! No cup of merriment now, but cup of the wrath of Almighty
+God. The last chance for heaven gone. The door of mercy shut. The doom
+sealed. The blackness of darkness forever!</p>
+
+<p>Voltaire is there. Herod is there. Robespierre is there. The
+debauchees are there. The murderers are there. All the rejectors of
+Jesus Christ are there. And you will be there unless you repent. You
+can not say, my dear brother, that you were not warned. This sermon
+would be a witness against you. You can not say that God's Holy Spirit
+never strove with your heart. He is striving now. You can not say that
+you had no chance for heaven, for the Omnipotent Son of God offers you
+His rescue. You can not say: &quot;I had no warning about that world; I
+didn't know there was any such place,&quot; for the Bible distinctly rings
+in your ears to-day, saying: &quot;At the end of the world the angels shall
+separate the wicked from among the just, and shall cast them into a
+furnace of fire.&quot; And again that book says: &quot;The wicked shall be
+turned into hell, and all the nations that forget God.&quot; And again it
+says: &quot;The smoke of their torment ascendeth for ever and ever.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>You can not say that you did not hear about heaven, the other
+alternative, for you hear of it now: &quot;The Lamb which is in the midst
+of the throne shall lead them to living fountains of water, and God
+shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.&quot; No sorrow, no suffering,
+no death. Oh, will you be careless any longer, when I tell you that
+Christ, the Conqueror of earth and hell, offers you now escape from
+all peril, and offers to introduce you this very hour into the peace
+and pardon of the Gospel, preparing you for that good land? The sides
+of Calvary run blood for you. Jesus, who had not where to lay His
+head, offers you His heart as a pillow of rest. Christ offers with His
+own body to bridge over the chasm of death, saying: &quot;Walk over Me; I
+am the way.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>O suffering Jesus! the thief scoffed at Thee, and the malefactor spat
+on Thee, and the soldiers stabbed Thee; but these who sit before Thee
+to-day have no heart to do that. O Jesus! tell them of Thy love, tell
+them of Thy sympathy, tell them of the rewards Thou wilt give them in
+the better land. Groan again, O blessed Jesus! groan again, and
+perhaps when the rocks fall, their hard hearts may break.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;Nothing brought Him from above,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Nothing but redeeming love.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>The promise is all free, the path all clear. Come, Mary, and sit
+to-night at the feet of Jesus. Come, Bartimeus, and have your eyes
+opened. Come, O prodigal! and sit at thy father's table. Come, O you
+suffering, sinning, dying the soul! and find rest on the heart of
+Jesus. The Spirit and Bride say &quot;Come,&quot; and Churches militant and
+triumphant say &quot;Come,&quot; and all the voices of the past, mingling with
+all the voices of the future, in one great thunder of emphasis, bid
+you &quot;Come now!&quot; Are not those of you who are in the third class ready
+to pass over into the second division, and become seekers after
+Christ? Ay, are you not ready to pass over into the first division,
+and become the pardoned sons and daughters of the Lord Almighty? I
+can do no more than offer you, through Jesus Christ, peace on earth
+and everlasting residence in His presence.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;When God makes up His last account<br /></span>
+<span>Of natives in His holy mount,<br /></span>
+<span>'Twill be an honor to appear<br /></span>
+<span>As one new-born and nourished there.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Good-night! The Lord bless you! Go to your homes seeking after Christ.
+Sleep not until you have made your peace with God. Good-night&mdash;a deep,
+hearty, loving, Christian good-night!</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="the_insignificant" id="the_insignificant"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>THE INSIGNIFICANT.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">&quot;And she went, and came, and gleaned in the field after the
+ reapers: and her hap was to light on a part of the field
+ belonging unto Boaz, who was of the kindred of
+ Elimelech.&quot;&mdash;<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Ruth</span> ii: 3.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>The time that Ruth and Naomi arrive at Bethlehem is harvest-time. It
+was the custom when a sheaf fell from a load in the harvest-field for
+the reapers to refuse to gather it up: that was to be left for the
+poor who might happen to come along that way. If there were handfuls
+of grain scattered across the field after the main harvest had been
+reaped, instead of raking it, as farmers do now, it was, by the custom
+of the land, left in its place, so that the poor, coming along that
+way, might glean it and get their bread. But, you say, &quot;What is the
+use of all these harvest-fields to Ruth and Naomi? Naomi is too old
+and feeble to go out and toil in the sun; and can you expect that
+Ruth, the young and the beautiful, should tan her cheeks and blister
+her hands in the harvest-field?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Boaz owns a large farm, and he goes out to see the reapers gather in
+the grain. Coming there, right behind the swarthy, sun-browned
+reapers, he beholds a beautiful woman gleaning&mdash;a woman more fit to
+bend to a harp or sit upon a throne than to stoop among the sheaves.
+Ah, that was an eventful day!</p>
+
+<p>It was love at first sight. Boaz forms an attachment for the womanly
+gleaner&mdash;an attachment full of undying interest to the Church of God
+in all ages; while Ruth, with an ephah, or nearly a bushel of barley,
+goes home to Naomi to tell her the successes and adventures of the
+day. That Ruth, who left her native land of Moab in darkness, and
+traveled through an undying affection for her mother-in-law, is in the
+harvest-field of Boaz, is affianced to one of the best families in
+Judah, and becomes in after-time the ancestress of Jesus Christ, the
+Lord of glory! Out of so dark a night did there ever dawn so bright a
+morning?</p>
+
+<p>I. I learn, in the first place, from this subject how trouble develops
+character. It was bereavement, poverty, and exile that developed,
+illustrated, and announced to all ages the sublimity of Ruth's
+character. That is a very unfortunate man who has no trouble. It was
+sorrow that made John Bunyan the better dreamer, and Doctor Young the
+better poet, and O'Connell the better orator, and Bishop Hall the
+better preacher, and Havelock the better soldier, and Kitto the better
+encyclop&aelig;dist, and Ruth the better daughter-in-law.</p>
+
+<p>I once asked an aged man in regard to his pastor, who was a very
+brilliant man, &quot;Why is it that your pastor, so very brilliant, seems
+to have so little heart and tenderness in his sermons?&quot; &quot;Well,&quot; he
+replied, &quot;the reason is, our pastor has never had any trouble. When
+misfortune comes upon him, his style will be different.&quot; After awhile
+the Lord took a child out of that pastor's house; and though the
+preacher was just as brilliant as he was before, oh, the warmth, the
+tenderness of his discourses! The fact is, that trouble is a great
+educator. You see sometimes a musician sit down at an instrument, and
+his execution is cold and formal and unfeeling. The reason is that all
+his life he has been prospered. But let misfortune or bereavement come
+to that man, and he sits down at the instrument, and you discover the
+pathos in the first sweep of the keys.</p>
+
+<p>Misfortune and trials are great educators. A young doctor comes into a
+sick-room where there is a dying child. Perhaps he is very rough in
+his prescription, and very rough in his manner, and rough in the
+feeling of the pulse, and rough in his answer to the mother's anxious
+question; but years roll on, and there has been one dead in his own
+house; and now he comes into the sick-room, and with tearful eye he
+looks at the dying child, and he says, &quot;Oh, how this reminds me of my
+Charlie!&quot; Trouble, the great educator. Sorrow&mdash;I see its touch in the
+grandest painting; I hear its tremor in the sweetest song; I feel its
+power in the mightiest argument.</p>
+
+<p>Grecian mythology said that the fountain of Hippocrene was struck out
+by the foot of the winged horse Pegasus. I have often noticed in life
+that the brightest and most beautiful fountains of Christian comfort
+and spiritual life have been struck out by the iron-shod hoof of
+disaster and calamity. I see Daniel's courage best by the flash of
+Nebuchadnezzar's furnace. I see Paul's prowess best when I find him on
+the foundering ship under the glare of the lightning in the breakers
+of Melita. God crowns His children amid the howling of wild beasts and
+the chopping of blood-splashed guillotine and the crackling fires of
+martyrdom. It took the persecutions of Marcus Aurelius to develop
+Polycarp and Justin Martyr. It took the pope's bull and the cardinal's
+curse and the world's anathema to develop Martin Luther. It took all
+the hostilities against the Scotch Covenanters and the fury of Lord
+Claverhouse to develop James Renwick, and Andrew Melville, and Hugh
+McKail, the glorious martyrs of Scotch history. It took the stormy
+sea, and the December blast, and the desolate New England coast, and
+the war-whoop of savages, to show forth the prowess of the Pilgrim
+Fathers&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;When amid the storms they sung,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the stars heard, and the sea,<br /></span>
+<span>And the sounding aisles of the dim wood<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Rang to the anthems of the free.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>It took all our past national distresses, and it takes all our present
+national sorrows, to lift up our nation on that high career where it
+will march along after the foreign aristocracies that have mocked and
+the tyrannies that have jeered, shall be swept down under the
+omnipotent wrath of God, who hates despotism, and who, by the strength
+of His own red right arm, will make all men free. And so it is
+individually, and in the family, and in the Church, and in the world,
+that through darkness and storm and trouble men, women, churches,
+nations, are developed.</p>
+
+<p>II. Again, I see in my text the beauty of unfaltering friendship. I
+suppose there were plenty of friends for Naomi while she was in
+prosperity; but of all her acquaintances, how many were willing to
+trudge off with her toward Judah, when she had to make that lonely
+journey? One&mdash;the heroine of my text. One&mdash;absolutely one. I suppose
+when Naomi's husband was living, and they had plenty of money, and all
+things went well, they had a great many callers; but I suppose that
+after her husband died, and her property went, and she got old and
+poor, she was not troubled very much with callers. All the birds that
+sung in the bower while the sun shone have gone to their nests, now
+the night has fallen.</p>
+
+<p>Oh, these beautiful sun-flowers that spread out their color in the
+morning hour! but they are always asleep when the sun is going down!
+Job had plenty of friends when he was the richest man in Uz; but when
+his property went and the trials came, then there were none so much
+that pestered as Eliphaz the Temanite, and Bildad the Shuhite, and
+Zophar the Naamathite.</p>
+
+<p>Life often seems to be a mere game, where the successful player pulls
+down all the other men into his own lap. Let suspicions arise about a
+man's character, and he becomes like a bank in a panic, and all the
+imputations rush on him and break down in a day that character which
+in due time would have had strength to defend itself. There are
+reputations that have been half a century in building, which go down
+under some moral exposure, as a vast temple is consumed by the touch
+of a sulphurous match. A hog can uproot a century plant.</p>
+
+<p>In this world, so full of heartlessness and hypocrisy, how thrilling
+it is to find some friend as faithful in days of adversity as in days
+of prosperity! David had such a friend in Hushai; the Jews had such a
+friend in Mordecai, who never forgot their cause; Paul had such a
+friend in Onesiphorus, who visited him in jail; Christ had such in
+the Marys, who adhered to Him on the cross; Naomi had such a one in
+Ruth, who cried out: &quot;Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from
+following after thee; for whither thou goest, I will go; and where
+thou lodgest, I will lodge; thy people shall be my people, and thy God
+my God; where thou diest will I die, and there will I be buried: the
+Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>III. Again, I learn from this subject that paths which open in
+hardship and darkness often come out in places of joy. When Ruth
+started from Moab toward Jerusalem, to go along with her
+mother-in-law, I suppose the people said: &quot;Oh, what a foolish creature
+to go away from her father's house, to go off with a poor old woman
+toward the land of Judah! They won't live to get across the desert.
+They will be drowned in the sea, or the jackals of the wilderness will
+destroy them.&quot; It was a very dark morning when Ruth started off with
+Naomi; but behold her in my text in the harvest-field of Boaz, to be
+affianced to one of the lords of the land, and become one of the
+grandmothers of Jesus Christ, the Lord of glory. And so it often is
+that a path which often starts very darkly ends very brightly.</p>
+
+<p>When you started out for heaven, oh, how dark was the hour of
+conviction&mdash;how Sinai thundered, and devils tormented, and the
+darkness thickened! All the sins of your life pounced upon you, and it
+was the darkest hour you ever saw when you first found out your sins.
+After awhile you went into the harvest-field of God's mercy; you
+began to glean in the fields of divine promise, and you had more
+sheaves than you could carry, as the voice of God addressed you,
+saying: &quot;Blessed is the man whose transgressions are forgiven, and
+whose sins are covered.&quot; A very dark starting in conviction, a very
+bright ending in the pardon and the hope and the triumph of the
+Gospel!</p>
+
+<p>So, very often in our worldly business or in our spiritual career, we
+start off on a very dark path. We must go. The flesh may shrink back,
+but there is a voice within, or a voice from above, saying, &quot;You must
+go;&quot; and we have to drink the gall, and we have to carry the cross,
+and we have to traverse the desert and we are pounded and flailed of
+misrepresentation and abuse, and we have to urge our way through ten
+thousand obstacles that have been slain by our own right arm. We have
+to ford the river, we have to climb the mountain, we have to storm the
+castle; but, blessed be God, the day of rest and reward will come. On
+the tip-top of the captured battlements we will shout the victory; if
+not in this world, then in that world where there is no gall to drink,
+no burdens to carry, no battles to fight. How do I know it? Know it! I
+know it because God says so: &quot;They shall hunger no more, neither
+thirst any more, neither shall the sun light on them, nor any heat,
+for the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall lead them to
+living fountains of water, and God shall wipe all tears from their
+eyes.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>It was very hard for Noah to endure the scoffing of the people in his
+day, while he was trying to build the ark, and was every morning
+quizzed about his old boat that would never be of any practical use;
+but when the deluge came, and the tops of the mountains disappeared
+like the backs of sea-monsters, and the elements, lashed up in fury,
+clapped their hands over a drowned world, then Noah in the ark
+rejoiced in his own safety and in the safety of his family, and looked
+out on the wreck of a ruined earth.</p>
+
+<p>Christ, hounded of persecutors, denied a pillow, worse maltreated than
+the thieves on either side of the cross, human hate smacking its lips
+in satisfaction after it had been draining His last drop of blood, the
+sheeted dead bursting from the sepulchers at His crucifixion. Tell me,
+O Gethsemane and Golgotha! were there ever darker times than those?
+Like the booming of the midnight sea against the rock, the surges of
+Christ's anguish beat against the gates of eternity, to be echoed back
+by all the thrones of heaven and all the dungeons of hell. But the day
+of reward comes for Christ; all the pomp and dominion of this world
+are to be hung on His throne, uncrowned heads are to bow before Him on
+whose head are many crowns, and all the celestial worship is to come
+up at His feet, like the humming of the forest, like the rushing of
+the waters, like the thundering of the seas, while all heaven, rising
+on their thrones, beat time with their scepters: &quot;Hallelujah, for the
+Lord God omnipotent reigneth! Hallelujah, the kingdoms of this world
+have become the kingdoms of our Lord Jesus Christ!&quot;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;That song of love, now low and far,<br /></span>
+<span>Ere long shall swell from star to star;<br /></span>
+<span>That light, the breaking day which tips<br /></span>
+<span>The golden-spired Apocalypse.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>IV. Again, I learn from my subject that events which seem to be most
+insignificant may be momentous. Can you imagine anything more
+unimportant than the coming of a poor woman from Moab to Judah? Can
+you imagine anything more trivial than the fact that this Ruth just
+happened to alight&mdash;as they say&mdash;just happened to alight on that field
+of Boaz? Yet all ages, all generations, have an interest in the fact
+that she was to become an ancestor of the Lord Jesus Christ, and all
+nations and kingdoms must look at that one little incident with a
+thrill of unspeakable and eternal satisfaction. So it is in your
+history and in mine: events that you thought of no importance at all
+have been of very great moment. That casual conversation, that
+accidental meeting&mdash;you did not think of it again for a long while;
+but how it changed all the phase of your life!</p>
+
+<p>It seemed to be of no importance that Jubal invented rude instruments
+of music, calling them harp and organ; but they were the introduction
+of all the world's minstrelsy; and as you hear the vibration of a
+stringed instrument, even after the fingers have been taken away from
+it, so all music now of lute and drum and cornet is only the
+long-continued strains of Jubal's harp and Jubal's organ. It seemed to
+be a matter of very little importance that Tubal Cain learned the uses
+of copper and iron; but that rude foundry of ancient days has its echo
+in the rattle of Birmingham machinery, and the roar and bang of
+factories on the Merrimac.</p>
+
+<p>It seemed to be a matter of no importance that Luther found a Bible in
+a monastery; but as he opened that Bible, and the brass-bound lids
+fell back, they jarred everything, from the Vatican to the furthest
+convent in Germany, and the rustling of the wormed leaves was the
+sound of the wings of the angel of the Reformation. It seemed to be a
+matter of no importance that a woman, whose name has been forgotten,
+dropped a tract in the way of a very bad man by the name of Richard
+Baxter. He picked up the tract and read it, and it was the means of
+his salvation.</p>
+
+<p>In after-days that man wrote a book called &quot;The Call to the
+Unconverted,&quot; that was the means of bringing a multitude to God, among
+others Philip Doddridge. Philip Doddridge wrote a book called &quot;The
+Rise and Progress of Religion,&quot; which has brought thousands and tens
+of thousands into the kingdom of God, and among others the great
+Wilberforce. Wilberforce wrote a book called &quot;A Practical View of
+Christianity,&quot; which was the means of bringing a great multitude to
+Christ, among others Legh Richmond. Legh Richmond wrote a tract called
+&quot;The Dairyman's Daughter,&quot; which has been the means of the salvation
+of unconverted multitudes. And that tide of influence started from the
+fact that one Christian woman dropped a Christian tract in the way of
+Richard Baxter&mdash;the tide of influence rolling on through Richard
+Baxter, through Philip Doddridge, through the great Wilberforce,
+through Legh Richmond, on, on, on, forever, forever. So the
+insignificant events of this world seem, after all, to be most
+momentous. The fact that you came up that street or this street seemed
+to be of no importance to you, and the fact that you went inside of
+some church may seem to be a matter of very great insignificance to
+you, but you will find it the turning-point in your history.</p>
+
+<p>V. Again, I see in my subject an illustration of the beauty of female
+industry.</p>
+
+<p>Behold Ruth toiling in the harvest-field under the hot sun, or at noon
+taking plain bread with the reapers, or eating the parched corn which
+Boaz handed to her. The customs of society, of course, have changed,
+and without the hardships and exposure to which Ruth was subjected,
+every intelligent woman will find something to do.</p>
+
+<p>I know there is a sickly sentimentality on this subject. In some
+families there are persons of no practical service to the household or
+community; and though there are so many woes all around about them in
+the world, they spend their time languishing over a new pattern, or
+bursting into tears at midnight over the story of some lover who shot
+himself! They would not deign to look at Ruth carrying back the barley
+on her way home to her mother-in-law, Naomi. All this fastidiousness
+may seem to do very well while they are under the shelter of their
+father's house; but when the sharp winter of misfortune comes, what of
+these butterflies? Persons under indulgent parentage may get upon
+themselves habits of indolence; but when they come out into practical
+life their soul will recoil with disgust and chagrin. They will feel
+in their hearts what the poet so severely satirized when he said:</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;Folks are so awkward, things so impolite,<br /></span>
+<span>They're elegantly pained from morning until night.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Through that gate of indolence how many men and women have marched,
+useless on earth, to a destroyed eternity! Spinola said to Sir Horace
+Vere: &quot;Of what did your brother die?&quot; &quot;Of having nothing to do,&quot; was
+the answer. &quot;Ah!&quot; said Spinola, &quot;that's enough to kill any general of
+us.&quot; Oh! can it be possible in this world, where there is so much
+suffering to be alleviated, so much darkness to be enlightened, and so
+many burdens to be carried, that there is any person who cannot find
+anything to do?</p>
+
+<p>Madame de Sta&euml;l did a world of work in her time; and one day, while
+she was seated amid instruments of music, all of which she had
+mastered, and amid manuscript books which she had written, some one
+said to her: &quot;How do you find time to attend to all these things?&quot;
+&quot;Oh,&quot; she replied, &quot;these are not the things I am proud of. My chief
+boast is in the fact that I have seventeen trades, by any one of which
+I could make a livelihood if necessary.&quot; And if in secular spheres
+there is so much to be done, in spiritual work how vast the field! How
+many dying all around about us without one word of comfort! We want
+more Abigails, more Hannahs, more Rebeccas, more Marys, more Deborahs
+consecrated&mdash;body, mind, soul&mdash;to the Lord who bought them.</p>
+
+<p>VI. Once more I learn from my subject the value of gleaning.</p>
+
+<p>Ruth going into that harvest-field might have said: &quot;There is a straw,
+and there is a straw, but what is a straw? I can't get any barley for
+myself or my mother-in-law out of these separate straws.&quot; Not so said
+beautiful Ruth. She gathered two straws, and she put them together,
+and more straws, until she got enough to make a sheaf. Putting that
+down, she went and gathered more straws, until she had another sheaf,
+and another, and another, and another, and then she brought them all
+together, and she threshed them out, and she had an ephah of barley,
+nigh a bushel. Oh, that we might all be gleaners!</p>
+
+<p>Elihu Burritt learned many things while toiling in a blacksmith's
+shop. Abercrombie, the world-renowned philosopher, was a philosopher
+in Scotland, and he got his philosophy, or the chief part of it,
+while, as a physician, he was waiting for the door of the sick-room to
+open. Yet how many there are in this day who say they are so busy they
+have no time for mental or spiritual improvement; the great duties of
+life cross the field like strong reapers, and carry off all the hours,
+and there is only here and there a fragment left, that is not worth
+gleaning. Ah, my friends, you could go into the busiest day and
+busiest week of your life and find golden opportunities, which,
+gathered, might at last make a whole sheaf for the Lord's garner. It
+is the stray opportunities and the stray privileges which, taken up
+and bound together and beaten out, will at last fill you with much
+joy.</p>
+
+<p>There are a few moments left worth the gleaning. Now, Ruth, to the
+field! May each one have a measure full and running over! Oh, you
+gleaners, to the field! And if there be in your household an aged one
+or a sick relative that is not strong enough to come forth and toil in
+this field, then let Ruth take home to feeble Naomi this sheaf of
+gleaning: &quot;He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed,
+shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with
+him.&quot; May the Lord God of Ruth and Naomi be our portion forever!</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="the_three_rings" id="the_three_rings"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>THE THREE RINGS.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">&quot;Put a ring on his hand.&quot;&mdash;
+<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Luke</span> xv: 22.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>I will not rehearse the familiar story of the fast young man of the
+parable. You know what a splendid home he left. You know what a hard
+time he had. And you remember how after that season of vagabondage and
+prodigality he resolved to go and weep out his sorrows on the bosom of
+parental forgiveness. Well, there is great excitement one day in front
+of the door of the old farmhouse. The servants come rushing up and
+say: &quot;What's the matter? What <i>is</i> the matter?&quot; But before they quite
+arrive, the old man cries out: &quot;Put a ring on his hand.&quot; What a
+seeming absurdity! What can such a wretched mendicant as this fellow
+that is tramping on toward the house want with a ring? Oh, he is the
+prodigal son. No more tending of the swine-trough. No more longing for
+the pods of the carob-tree. No more blistered feet. Off with the rags!
+On with the robe! Out with the ring! Even so does God receive every
+one of us when we come back. There are gold rings, and pearl rings,
+and carnelian rings, and diamond rings; but the richest ring that ever
+flashed on the vision is that which our Father puts upon a forgiven
+soul.</p>
+
+<p>I know that the impression is abroad among some people that religion
+bemeans and belittles a man; that it takes all the sparkle out of his
+soul; that he has to exchange a roistering independence for an
+ecclesiastical strait-jacket. Not so. When a man becomes a Christian,
+he does not go down, he starts upward. Religion multiplies one by ten
+thousand. Nay, the multiplier is in infinity. It is not a blotting
+out&mdash;it is a polishing, it is an arborescence, it is an efflorescence,
+it is an irradiation. When a man comes into the kingdom of God he is
+not sent into a menial service, but the Lord God Almighty from the
+palaces of heaven calls upon the messenger angels that wait upon the
+throne to fly and &quot;put a ring on his hand.&quot; In Christ are the largest
+liberty, and brightest joy, and highest honor, and richest adornment.
+&quot;Put a ring on his hand.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I remark, in the first place, that when Christ receives a soul into
+His love, He puts upon him the ring of adoption. Eight or ten years
+ago, in my church in Philadelphia, there came the representative of
+the Howard Mission of New York. He brought with him eight or ten
+children of the street that he had picked up, and he was trying to
+find for them Christian homes; and as the little ones stood on the
+pulpit and sung, our hearts melted within us. At the close of the
+services a great-hearted wealthy man came up and said: &quot;I'll take this
+little bright-eyed girl, and I'll adopt her as one of my own
+children;&quot; and he took her by the hand, lifted her into his carriage,
+and went away.</p>
+
+<p>The next day, while we were in the church gathering up garments for
+the poor of New York, this little child came back with a bundle under
+her arm, and she said: &quot;There's my old dress; perhaps some of the
+poor children would like to have it,&quot; while she herself was in bright
+and beautiful array, and those who more immediately examined her said
+that she had a ring on her hand. It was a ring of adoption.</p>
+
+<p>There are a great many persons who pride themselves on their ancestry,
+and they glory over the royal blood that pours through their arteries.
+In their line there was a lord, or a duke, or a prime minister, or a
+king. But when the Lord, our Father, puts upon us the ring of His
+adoption, we become the children of the Ruler of all nations. &quot;Behold
+what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we should
+be called the sons of God.&quot; It matters not how poor our garments may
+be in this world, or how scant our bread, or how mean the hut we live
+in, if we have that ring of Christ's adoption upon our hand we are
+assured of eternal defenses.</p>
+
+<p>Adopted! Why, then, we are brothers and sisters to all the good of
+earth and heaven. We have the family name, the family dress, the
+family keys, the family wardrobe. The Father looks after us, robes us,
+defends us, blesses us. We have royal blood in our veins, and there
+are crowns in our line. If we are His children, then princes and
+princesses. It is only a question of time when we get our coronet.
+Adopted! Then we have the family secrets. &quot;The secret of the Lord is
+with them that fear Him.&quot; Adopted! Then we have the family
+inheritance, and in the day when our Father shall divide the riches of
+heaven we shall take our share of the mansions and palaces and
+temples. Henceforth let us boast no more of an earthly ancestry. The
+insignia of eternal glory is our coat of arms. This ring of adoption
+puts upon us all honor and all privilege. Now we can take the words of
+Charles Wesley, that prince of hymn-makers, and sing:</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;Come, let us join our friends above,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who have obtained the prize,<br /></span>
+<span>And on the eagle wings of love<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To joy celestial rise.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;Let all the saints terrestrial sing<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With those to glory gone;<br /></span>
+<span>For all the servants of our King,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In heaven and earth, are one.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>I have been told that when any of the members of any of the great
+secret societies of this country are in a distant city and are in any
+kind of trouble, and are set upon by enemies, they have only to give a
+certain signal and the members of that organization will flock around
+for defense. And when any man belongs to this great Christian
+brotherhood, if he gets in trouble, in trial, in persecution, in
+temptation, he has only to show this ring of Christ's adoption, and
+all the armed cohorts of heaven will come to his rescue.</p>
+
+<p>Still further, when Christ takes a soul into His love He puts upon it
+a marriage-ring. Now, that is not a whim of mine: &quot;And I will betroth
+thee unto Me forever; yea, I will betroth thee unto Me in
+righteousness, and in judgment, and in loving-kindness, and in
+mercies.&quot; (Hosea ii: 19.) At the wedding altar the bridegroom puts a
+ring upon the hand of the bride, signifying love and faithfulness.
+Trouble may come upon the household, and the carpets may go, the
+pictures may go, the piano may go, everything else may go&mdash;the last
+thing that goes is that marriage-ring, for it is considered sacred. In
+the burial hour it is withdrawn from the hand and kept in a casket,
+and sometimes the box is opened on an anniversary day, and as you look
+at that ring you see under its arch a long procession of precious
+memories. Within the golden circle of that ring there is room for a
+thousand sweet recollections to revolve, and you think of the great
+contrast between the hour when, at the close of the &quot;Wedding March,&quot;
+under the flashing lights and amid the aroma of orange-blossoms, you
+set that ring on the round finger of the plump hand, and that other
+hour when, at the close of the exhaustive watching, when you knew that
+the soul had fled, you took from the hand, which gave back no
+responsive clasp, from that emaciated finger, the ring that she had
+worn so long and worn so well.</p>
+
+<p>On some anniversary day you take up that ring, and you repolish it
+until all the old luster comes back, and you can see in it the flash
+of eyes that long ago ceased to weep. Oh, it is not an unmeaning thing
+when I tell you that when Christ receives a soul into His keeping He
+puts on it a marriage-ring. He endows you from that moment with all
+His wealth. You are one&mdash;Christ and the soul&mdash;one in sympathy, one in
+affection, one in hope.</p>
+
+<p>There is no power in earth or hell to effect a divorcement after
+Christ and the soul are united. Other kings have turned out their
+companions when they got weary of them, and sent them adrift from the
+palace gate. Ahasuerus banished Vashti; Napoleon forsook Josephine;
+but Christ is the husband that is true forever. Having loved you once,
+He loves you to the end. Did they not try to divorce Margaret, the
+Scotch girl, from Jesus? They said: &quot;You must give up your religion.&quot;
+She said: &quot;I can't give up my religion.&quot; And so they took her down to
+the beach of the sea, and they drove in a stake at low-water mark, and
+they fastened her to it, expecting that as the tide came up her faith
+would fail. The tide began to rise, and came up higher and higher, and
+to the girdle, and to the lip, and in the last moment, just as the
+wave was washing her soul into glory, she shouted the praises of
+Jesus.</p>
+
+<p>Oh, no, you can not separate a soul from Christ! It is an everlasting
+marriage. Battle and storm and darkness can not do it. Is it too much
+exultation for a man, who is but dust and ashes like myself, to cry
+out this morning: &quot;I am persuaded that neither height, nor depth, nor
+principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come,
+nor any other creature shall separate me from the love of God which is
+in Christ Jesus my Lord&quot;? Glory be to God that when Christ and the
+soul are married they are bound by a chain, a golden chain&mdash;if I might
+say so&mdash;a chain with one link, and that one link the golden ring of
+God's everlasting love.</p>
+
+<p>I go a step further, and tell you that when Christ receives a soul
+into His love He puts on him the ring of festivity. You know that it
+has been the custom in all ages to bestow rings on very happy
+occasions. There is nothing more appropriate for a birthday gift than
+a ring. You delight to bestow such a gift upon your children at such
+a time. It means joy, hilarity, festivity. Well, when this old man of
+the text wanted to tell how glad he was that his boy had got back, he
+expressed it in this way. Actually, before he ordered sandals to be
+put on his bare feet; before he ordered the fatted calf to be killed
+to appease the boy's hunger, he commanded: &quot;Put a ring on his hand.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Oh, it is a merry time when Christ and the soul are united! Joy of
+forgiveness! What a splendid thing it is to feel that all is right
+between me and God. What a glorious thing it is to have God just take
+up all the sins of my life and put them in one bundle, and then fling
+them into the depths of the sea, never to rise again, never to be
+talked of again. Pollution all gone. Darkness all illumined. God
+reconciled. The prodigal home. &quot;Put a ring on his hand.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Every day I find happy Christian people. I find some of them with no
+second coat, some of them in huts and tenement houses, not one earthly
+comfort afforded them; and yet they are as happy as happy can be. They
+sing &quot;Rock of Ages&quot; as no other people in the world sing it. They
+never wore any jewelry in their life but one gold ring, and that was
+the ring of God's undying affection. Oh, how happy religion makes us!
+Did it make you gloomy and sad? Did you go with your head cast down? I
+do not think you got religion, my brother. That is not the effect of
+religion. True religion is a joy. &quot;Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
+and all her paths are peace.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Why, religion lightens all our burdens. It smooths all our way. It
+interprets all our sorrows. It changes the jar of earthly discord for
+the peal of festal bells. In front of the flaming furnace of trial it
+sets the forge on which scepters are hammered out. Would you not like
+to-day to come up from the swine-feeding and try this religion? All
+the joys of heaven would come out and meet you, and God would cry from
+the throne: &quot;Put a ring on his hand.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>You are not happy. I see it. There is no peace, and sometimes you
+laugh when you feel a great deal more like crying. The world is a
+cheat. It first wears you down with its follies, then it kicks you out
+into darkness. It comes back from the massacre of a million souls to
+attempt the destruction of your soul to-day. No peace out of God, but
+here is the fountain that can slake the thirst. Here is the harbor
+where you can drop safe anchorage.</p>
+
+<p>Would you not like, I ask you&mdash;not perfunctorily, but as one brother
+might talk to another&mdash;would you not like to have a pillow of rest to
+put your head on? And would you not like, when you retire at night, to
+feel that all is well, whether you wake up to-morrow morning at six
+o'clock, or sleep the sleep that knows no waking? Would you not like
+to exchange this awful uncertainty about the future for a glorious
+assurance of heaven? Accept of the Lord Jesus to-day, and all is well.
+If on your way home some peril should cross the street and dash your
+life out, it would not hurt you. You would rise up immediately. You
+would stand in the celestial streets. You would be amid the great
+throng that forever worship and are forever happy. If this day some
+sudden disease should come upon you, it would not frighten you. If you
+knew you were going you could give a calm farewell to your beautiful
+home on earth, and know that you are going right into the
+companionship of those who have already got beyond the toiling and the
+weeping.</p>
+
+<p>You feel on Saturday night different from the way you feel any other
+night of the week. You come home from the bank, or the store, or the
+shop, and you say: &quot;Well, now my week's work is done, and to-morrow is
+Sunday.&quot; It is a pleasant thought. There is refreshment and
+reconstruction in the very idea. Oh, how pleasant it will be, if, when
+we get through the day of our life, and we go and lie down in our bed
+of dust, we can realize: &quot;Well, now the work is all done, and
+to-morrow is Sunday&mdash;an everlasting Sunday.&quot;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;Oh, when, thou city of my God,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Shall I thy courts ascend?<br /></span>
+<span>Where congregations ne'er break up,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And Sabbaths have no end.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>There are people in this house to-day who are very near the eternal
+world. If you are Christians, I bid you be of good cheer. Bear with
+you our congratulations to the bright city. Aged men, who will soon be
+gone, take with you our love for our kindred in the better land, and
+when you see them, tell them that we are soon coming. Only a few more
+sermons to preach and hear. Only a few more heart-aches. Only a few
+more toils. Only a few more tears. And then&mdash;what an entrancing
+spectacle will open before us!</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;Beautiful heaven, where all is light,<br /></span>
+<span>Beautiful angels clothed in white,<br /></span>
+<span>Beautiful strains that never tire,<br /></span>
+<span>Beautiful harps through all the choir;<br /></span>
+<span>There shall I join the chorus sweet,<br /></span>
+<span>Worshiping at the Saviour's feet.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>I stand before you on this Sabbath, the last Sabbath preceding the
+great feast-day in this Church. On the next Lord's-day the door of
+communion will be open, and you will all be invited to come in. And so
+I approach you now with a general invitation, not picking out here and
+there a man, or here and there a woman, or here and there a child; but
+giving you an unlimited invitation, saying: &quot;Come, for all things are
+now ready.&quot; We invite you to the warm heart of Christ, and the
+inclosure of the Christian Church. I know a great many think that the
+Church does not amount to much&mdash;that it is obsolete; that it did its
+work and is gone now, so far as all usefulness is concerned. It is the
+happiest place I have ever been in except my own home.</p>
+
+<p>I know there are some people who say they are Christians who seem to
+get along without any help from others, and who culture solitary
+piety. They do not want any ordinances. I do not belong to that class.
+I can not get along without them. There are so many things in this
+world that take my attention from God, and Christ, and heaven, that I
+want all the helps of all the symbols and of all the Christian
+associations; and I want around about me a solid phalanx of men who
+love God and keep His commandments. Are there any here who would like
+to enter into that association? Then by a simple, child-like faith,
+apply for admission into the visible Church, and you will be received.
+No questions asked about your past history or present surroundings.
+Only one test&mdash;do you love Jesus?</p>
+
+<p>Baptism does not amount to anything, say a great many people; but the
+Lord Jesus declared, &quot;He that believeth and is baptized shall be
+saved,&quot; putting baptism and faith side by side. And an apostle
+declares, &quot;Repent and be baptized, every one of you.&quot; I do not stickle
+for any particular mode of baptism, but I put great emphasis on the
+fact that you ought to be baptized. Yet no more emphasis than the Lord
+Jesus Christ, the Great Head of the Church, puts upon it.</p>
+
+<p>The world is going to lose a great many of its votaries next Sabbath.
+We give you warning. There is a great host coming in to stand under
+the banner of the Lord Jesus Christ. Will you be among them? It is
+going to be a great harvest-day. Will you be among the gathered
+sheaves?</p>
+
+<p>Some of you have been thinking on this subject year after year. You
+have found out that this world is a poor portion. You want to be
+Christians. You have come almost into the kingdom of God; but there
+you stop, forgetful of the fact that to be almost saved is not to be
+saved at all. Oh, my brother, after having come so near to the door of
+mercy, if you turn back, you will never come at all. After all you
+have heard of the goodness of God, if you turn away and die, it will
+not be because you did not have a good offer.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;God's spirit will not always strive<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With hardened, self-destroying man;<br /></span>
+<span>Ye who persist His love to grieve<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">May never hear his voice again.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>May God Almighty this hour move upon your soul and bring you back from
+the husks of the wilderness to the Father's house, and set you at the
+banquet, and &quot;put a ring on your hand.&quot;</p>
+
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="how_he_came_to_say_it" id="how_he_came_to_say_it"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>HOW HE CAME TO SAY IT.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">&quot;If any man love not the Lord Jesus Christ, let him be
+ Anathema Maranatha.&quot;&mdash;
+<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">I Cor.</span> xvi: 22.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>The smallest lad in the house knows the meaning of all those words
+except the last two, Anathema Maranatha. Anathema, to cut off.
+Maranatha, at His coming. So the whole passage might be read: &quot;If any
+man love not the Lord Jesus Christ, let him be cut off at His coming.&quot;
+Well, how could the tender-hearted Paul say that? We have seen him
+with tears discoursing about human want, and flushed with excitement
+about human sorrow; and now he throws those red-hot iron words into
+this letter to the Corinthians. Had he lost his patience? Ok, no. Had
+he resigned his confidence in the Christian religion? Oh, no. Had the
+world treated him so badly that he had become its sworn enemy? Oh, no.
+It needs some explanation, I confess, and I shall proceed to show by
+what process Paul came to the vehement utterance of my text. Before I
+close, if God shall give His Spirit, you shall cease to be surprised
+at the exclamation of the Apostle, and you yourselves will employ the
+same emphasis, declaring, &quot;If any man love not the Lord Jesus Christ,
+let him be Anathema Maranatha.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>If the photographic art had been discovered early enough, we should
+have had the facial proportions of Christ&mdash;the front face, the side
+face, Jesus sitting, Jesus standing&mdash;provided He had submitted to that
+art; but since the sun did not become a portrait painter until
+eighteen centuries after Christ, our idea about the Saviour's personal
+appearance is all guess work. Still, tradition tells us that He was
+the most infinitely beautiful being that ever walked our small earth.
+If His features had been rugged, and His gait had been ungainly, that
+would not have hindered Him from being attractive. Many men you have
+known and loved have had few charms of physiognomy. Wilberforce was
+not attractive in face. Socrates was repulsive. Suwarrow, the great
+Russian hero, looked almost an imbecile. And some whom you have known,
+and honored, and loved, have not had very great attractiveness of
+personal appearance. The shape of the mouth, and the nose, and the
+eyebrow, did not hinder the soul from shining through the cuticle of
+the face in all-powerful irradiation.</p>
+
+<p>But to a lovely exterior Christ joined all loveliness of disposition.
+Run through the galleries of heaven, and find out that He is <i>a
+non-such</i>. The sunshine of His love mingling with the shadows of His
+sorrows, crossed by the crystalline stream of His tears and the
+crimson flowing forth of His blood, make a picture worthy of being
+called the masterpiece of the eternities. Hung on the wall of heaven,
+the celestial population would be enchanted but for the fact that they
+have the grand and magnificent original, and they want no picture. But
+Christ having gone away from earth, we are dependent upon four
+indistinct pictures. Matthew took one, Mark another, Luke another,
+and John another. I care not which picture you take, it is lovely.
+Lovely? He was altogether lovely.</p>
+
+<p>He had a way of taking up a dropsical limb without hurting it, and of
+removing the cataract from the eye without the knife, and of starting
+the circulation through the shrunken arteries without the shock of the
+electric battery, and of putting intelligence into the dull stare of
+lunacy, and of restringing the auditory nerve of the deaf ear, and of
+striking articulation into the stiff tongue, and of making the
+stark-naked madman dress himself and exchange tombstone for ottoman,
+and of unlocking from the skeleton grip of death the daughter of
+Jairus to embosom her in her glad father's arms. Oh, He was
+lovely&mdash;sitting, standing, kneeling, lying down&mdash;always lovely.</p>
+
+<p>Lovely in His sacrifice. Why, He gave up everything for us. Home,
+celestial companionship, music of seraphic harps, balmy breath of
+eternal summer, all joy, all light, all music, and heard the gates
+slam shut behind Him as He came out to fight for our freedom, and with
+bare feet plunged on the sharp javelins of human and satanic hate,
+until His blood spurted into the faces of those who slew Him. You want
+the soft, low, minor key of sweetest music to describe the pathos; but
+it needs an orchestra, under swinging of an archangel's baton,
+reaching from throne to manger, to drum and trumpet the doxologies of
+His praise. He took everybody's trouble&mdash;the leper's sickness, the
+widow's dead boy, the harlot's shame, the Galilean fisherman's poor
+luck, the invalidism of Simon's mother-in-law, the sting of Malchus'
+amputated ear.</p>
+
+<p>Some people cry very easily, and for some it is very difficult to cry.
+A great many tears on some cheeks do not mean so much as one tear on
+another cheek. What is it that I see glittering in the mild eye of
+Jesus? It was all the sorrows of earth, and the woes of hell, from
+which He had plucked our souls, accreted into one transparent drop,
+lingering on the lower eyelash until it fell on a cheek red with the
+slap of human hands&mdash;just one salt, bitter, burning tear of Jesus. No
+wonder the rock, the sky, and the cemetery were in consternation when
+He died! No wonder the universe was convulsed! It was the Lord God
+Almighty bursting into tears. Now, suppose that, notwithstanding all
+this, a man can not have any affection for Him. What ought to be done
+with such hard behavior?</p>
+
+<p>It seems to me that there ought to be some chastisement for a man who
+will not love such a Christ. Does it not make your blood tingle to
+think of Jesus coming over the tens of thousands of miles that seem to
+separate God from us, and then to see a man jostle Him out, and push
+Him back, and shut the door in His face, and trample upon His
+entreaties? While you may not be able to rise up to the towering
+excitement of the Apostle in my text, you can at any rate somewhat
+understand his feelings when he cried out: &quot;After all this, 'if a man
+love not the Lord Jesus Christ, let him be Anathema Maranatha.'&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Just look at the injustice of not loving Him. Now, there is nothing
+that excites a man like injustice. You go along the street, and you
+see your little child buffeted, or a ruffian comes and takes a boy's
+hat and throws it into the ditch. You say: &quot;What great meanness, what
+injustice that is!&quot; You can not stand injustice. I remember, in my
+boyhood days, attending a large meeting in Tripler Hall, New York.
+Thousands of people were huzzaing, and the same kind of audiences were
+assembled at the same time in Boston, Edinburgh, and London. Why?
+Because the Madaii family, in Italy, had been robbed of their Bible.
+&quot;A little thing,&quot; you say. Ah, that injustice was enough to arouse the
+indignation of a world. But while we are so sensitive about injustice
+as between man and man, how little sensitive we are about injustice
+between man and God. If there ever was a fair and square purchase of
+anything, then Christ purchased us. He paid for us, not in shekels,
+not in ancient coins inscribed with effigies of Hercules, or &AElig;gina's
+tortoise, or lyre of Mitylene, but in two kinds of coin&mdash;one red, the
+other glittering&mdash;blood and tears! If anything is purchased and paid
+for, ought not the goods to be delivered? If you have bought property
+and given the money, do you not want to come into possession of it?
+&quot;Yes,&quot; you say, &quot;I will have it. I bought and paid for it.&quot; And you
+will go to law for it, and you will denounce the man as a defrauder.
+Ay, if need be, you will hurl him into jail. You will say: &quot;I am bound
+to get that property. I bought it. I paid for it!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Now, transpose the case. Suppose Jesus Christ to be the wronged
+purchaser on the one side, and the impenitent soul on the other,
+trying to defraud Him of that which He bought at such an exorbitant
+price, how do you feel about that injustice? How do you feel toward
+that spiritual fraud, turpitude and perfidy? A man with an ardent
+temperament rises and he says that such injustice as between man and
+man is bad enough, but between man and God it is reprehensible and
+intolerable, and he brings his fist down on the pew, and he says: &quot;I
+can stand this injustice no longer. After all this purchase, 'if any
+man love not the Lord Jesus Christ, let him be Anathema Maranatha'!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I go still further, and show you how suicidal it is for a man not to
+love Christ. If a man gets in trouble, and he can not get out, we have
+only one feeling toward him&mdash;sympathy and a desire to help him. If he
+has failed for a vast amount of money, and can not pay more than ten
+cents on a dollar&mdash;ay, if he can not pay anything&mdash;though his
+creditors may come after him like a pack of hounds, we sympathize with
+him. We go to his store, or house, and we express our condolence. But
+suppose the day before that man failed, William E. Dodge had come into
+his store and said: &quot;My friend, I hear you are in trouble. I have come
+to help you. If ten thousand dollars will see you through your
+perplexity, I have a loan of that amount for you. Here is a check for
+the amount of that loan.&quot; Suppose the man said: &quot;With that ten
+thousand dollars I could get through until next spring, and then
+everything will be all right; but, Mr. Dodge, I don't want it; I won't
+take it; I would rather fail than take it; I don't even thank you for
+offering it.&quot; Your sympathy for that man would cease immediately. You
+would say: &quot;He had a fair offer; he might have got out; he wants to
+fail; he refuses all help; now let him fail.&quot; There is no one in all
+this house who would have any sympathy for that man.</p>
+
+<p>But do not let us be too hasty. Christ hears of our spiritual
+embarrassments, he finds that we are on the very verge of eternal
+defalcation. He finds the law knocking at our door with this dun: &quot;Pay
+me what thou owest.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>We do not know which way to turn. Pay? We can not pay a farthing of
+all the millions of obligation. Well, Christ comes in and says: &quot;Here
+is My name; you can use My name. Your name would be worthless, but My
+red handwriting on the back of this obligation will get you through
+anywhere.&quot; Now suppose the soul says: &quot;I know I am in debt; I can't
+meet these obligations either in time or eternity; but, oh, Christ, I
+want not Thy help; I ask not Thy rescue. Go away from me.&quot; You would
+say: &quot;That man, why, he deserves to die. He had the offer of help; he
+would not take it. He is a free agent; he ought to have what he wants;
+he chooses death rather than life. Ought you not give him freedom of
+choice?&quot; Though awhile ago there was only one ardent man who
+understood the Apostle, now there are hundreds in the house who can
+say, and do say within themselves: &quot;After all this ingratitude, and
+rejection, and obstinacy, 'if any man love not the Lord Jesus Christ,
+let him be Anathema Maranatha.'&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I go a step further, and say it is most cruel for a man not to love
+Jesus. The meanest thing I could do for you would be needlessly to
+hurt your feelings. Sharp words sometimes cut like a dagger. An unkind
+look will sometimes rive like the lightning. An unkind deed may
+overmaster a sensitive spirit, and if you have made up your mind that
+you have done wrong to any one, it does not take you two minutes to
+make up your mind to go and apologize. Now, Christ is a bundle of
+delicacy and sensitiveness. How you have shocked His nerves! How you
+have broken His heart!</p>
+
+<p>Did you, my brother, ever measure the meaning of that one passage:
+&quot;Behold, I stand at the door and knock&quot;? It never came to me as it did
+this morning while I was thinking on this subject. &quot;Behold, I stand at
+the door and knock.&quot; Some January day, the thermometer five degrees
+below zero, the wind and sleet beating mercilessly against you, you go
+up the steps of a house where you have a very important errand. You
+knock with one knuckle. No answer. You are very earnest, and you are
+freezing. The next time you knock harder. After awhile with your fist
+you beat against the door. You must get in, but the inmate is careless
+or stubborn, and he does not want you in. Your errand is a failure.
+You go away.</p>
+
+<p>The Lord Jesus Christ comes up on the steps of your heart, and with
+very sore hand he knocks hard at the door of your soul. He is standing
+in the cold blasts of human suffering. He knocks. He says: &quot;Let me in.
+I have come a great way. I have come all the way from Nazareth, from
+Bethlehem, from Golgotha. Let Me in. I am shivering and blue with the
+cold. Let Me in. My feet are bare but for their covering of blood. My
+head is uncovered but for a turban of brambles. By all these wounds of
+foot, and head, and heart, I beg you to let Me in. Oh, I have been
+here a great while, and the night is getting darker. I am faint with
+hunger. I am dying to get in. Oh, lift the latch&mdash;shove back the
+bolt! Won't you let Me in? Won't you? 'Behold, I stand at the door and
+knock!'&quot;</p>
+
+<p>But after awhile, my brother, the scene will change. It will be
+another door, but Christ will be on the other side of it. He will be
+on the inside, and the rejected sinner will be on the outside, and the
+sinner will come up and knock at the door, and say: &quot;Let me in, let me
+in. I have come a great way. I came all the way from earth. I am sick
+and dying. Let me in. The merciless storm beats my unsheltered head.
+The wolves of a great night are on my track. Let me in. With both
+fists I beat against this door. Oh, let me in. Oh, Christ, let me in.
+Oh, Holy Ghost, let me in. Oh, God, let me in. Oh, my glorified
+kindred, let me in.&quot; No answer save the voice of Christ, who shall
+say: &quot;Sinner, when I stood at your door you would not let Me in, and
+now you are standing at My door, and I can not let you in. The day of
+your grace is past. Officer of the law, seize him.&quot; And while the
+arrest is going on, all the myriads of heaven rise on gallery and
+throne, and cry with loud voice, that makes the eternal city quake
+from capstone to foundation, saying: &quot;If any man love not the Lord
+Jesus Christ, let him be Anathema Maranatha.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Sabbath audience in the Brooklyn Tabernacle, and all to whom these
+words shall come on both sides the sea, notice here the tremendous
+alternative: it is not whether you live in Pierrepont Street or
+Carlton Avenue, walk Trafalgar Square or the &quot;Canongate;&quot; nor whether
+your dress shall be black or brown; nor whether you shall be robust
+or an invalid; nor whether you shall live on the banks of the Hudson,
+the Shannon, the Seine, the Thames, the Tiber; but it is a question
+whether you will love Christ or suffer banishment; whether you will
+give yourselves to Him who owns you or fall under the millstone;
+whether you will rise to glories that have no terminus or plunge to a
+depth which has no bottom. I do not see how you can take the
+ten-thousandth part of a second to decide it, when there are two
+worlds fastened at opposite ends of a swivel, and the swivel turns on
+one point, and that point is now, now. Is it not fair that you love
+Him? Is it not right that you love Him? Is it not imperative that you
+love Him? What is it that keeps you from rushing up and throwing the
+arms of your affection about His neck?</p>
+
+<p>My text pronounces Anathema Maranatha upon all those who refuse to
+love Christ. Anathema&mdash;cut off. Cut off from light, from hope, from
+peace, from heaven. Oh, sharp, keen, sword-like words! Cut off!
+Everlastingly cut off! Behold, therefore, the goodness and severity of
+God: on them which fell, severity; but toward thee, goodness, if thou
+continue in His goodness; otherwise thou also shalt be cut off.
+Maranatha&mdash;that is the other word. &quot;When he comes&quot; is the meaning of
+it.</p>
+
+<p>Will He come? I see no signs of it. I looked into the sky as I rode
+down to church. I saw no signs of the coming. No signal of God's
+appearance. The earth stands solid on its foundation. No cry of
+welcome or of woe. Will He come! He will. Maranatha! Hear it ye
+mountains, and prepare to fall. Ye cities, and prepare to burn. Ye
+righteous, and prepare to reign. Ye wicked, and prepare to die.
+Maranatha! Maranatha!</p>
+
+<p>But, oh, my brother, I am not so aroused by that coming as I am by a
+previous coming, and that is the coming of our death hour, which will
+fix everything for us. I can not help now, while preaching, asking
+myself the question&mdash;Am I ready for that? If I am ready for the first
+I will be ready for the next. Are you ready for the emergency? Shall I
+tell you when your death hour will come? &quot;Oh, no,&quot; says some one, &quot;I
+don't want to know. I would rather not know.&quot; Some one says: &quot;I would
+rather know, if you can tell me.&quot; I will tell you. It will be at the
+most unexpected moment, when you are most busy, and when you think you
+can be least spared. I can not exactly say whether it will be in the
+noon, or at the sundown when people are coming home, or in the morning
+when the world is waking up, or while the clock is striking twelve at
+night. But I tell you what I think, that with some of you it will be
+before next Saturday night.</p>
+
+<p>A minister of the Gospel said to an audience: &quot;Before next Sabbath
+some of you will be gone.&quot; And a man said during the week: &quot;I shall
+watch now, and if no one dies in our congregation during this week I
+shall go and tell the minister his falsehood.&quot; A man standing next to
+him said: &quot;Why, it may be yourself.&quot; &quot;Oh, no,&quot; he replied; &quot;I shall
+live on to be an old man.&quot; That night he breathed his last.</p>
+
+<p>Standing before some who shall be launched into the great eternity,
+what are your equipments? About to jump, where will you land? Oh, the
+subject is overwhelming to me; and when I say these things to you, I
+say them to myself. &quot;Lord, is it I? Is it I?&quot; Some of us part to-night
+never to meet again. If never before, I now here commit my soul into
+the keeping of the Lord Jesus Christ. I throw my sinful heart upon His
+infinite mercy. But some of you will not do that. You will go over to
+the store to-morrow, and your comrades will say: &quot;Where were you
+yesterday?&quot; You will say: &quot;I heard Talmage preach, and I don't believe
+what he preaches.&quot; And you will go on and die in your sins.</p>
+
+<p>Feeling that you are bound unto death eternal I solemnly take leave of
+you. Be careful of your health, for when your respiration gives out
+all your good times will have ended. Be careful in walking near a
+scaffold, for one falling brick or stone might usher you into the
+great eternity for which you have no preparation. A few months, or
+weeks, or days, or hours will pass on, and then you will see the last
+light, and hear the last music, and have the last pleasant emotion,
+and a destroyed eternity will rush upon you. Farewell, oh, doomed
+spirit! As you shove off from hope, I wave you this last salutation.
+Oh, it is hard to part forever and forever! I bid you one long, last,
+bitter, eternal adieu!</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="castle_jesus" id="castle_jesus"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>CASTLE JESUS.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">&quot;Who have fled for refuge.&quot;&mdash;
+<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Heb.</span> vi: 18.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>Paul is here speaking of the consolations of Christians. He styles
+them these &quot;who have fled for refuge.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Moses established six cities of refuge&mdash;three on the east side of the
+river Jordan, and three on the west. When a man had killed any one
+accidentally he fled to one of these cities. The roads leading to them
+were kept perfectly good, so that when a man started for the refuge
+nothing might impede him. Along the cross-roads, and wherever there
+might be any mistake about the way, there were signs put up pointing
+in the right way, with the word &quot;Refuge.&quot; Having gained the limits of
+one of these cities the man was safe, and the mothers of the priests
+provided for him.</p>
+
+<p>Some of us have seen our peril, and have fled to Christ, and feel that
+we shall never be captured. We are among those &quot;who have fled for
+refuge.&quot; Christ is represented in the Bible as a Tower, a High Rock, a
+Fortress, and a Shelter. If you have seen any of the ancient castles
+of Europe, you know that they are surrounded by trenches, across which
+there is a draw-bridge. If an enemy approach, the people, for defense,
+would get into the castle, have the trenches filled with water, and
+lift up the draw-bridge. Whether to a city of safety, or a tower,
+Paul refers, I know not, and care not, for in any case he means
+Christ, the safety of the soul.</p>
+
+<p>But why talk of refuge? Who needs it, if the refuge spoken of be a
+city or a castle, into which men fly for safety? It is all sunlight
+here. No sound of war in our streets. We do not hear the rush of armed
+men against the doors of our dwellings. We do not come with weapons to
+church. Our lives are not at the mercy of an assassin. Why, then, talk
+of refuge?</p>
+
+<p>Alas! I stand before a company of imperiled men. No flock of sheep was
+ever so threatened or endangered of a pack of wolves; no ship was ever
+so beaten of a storm; no company of men were ever so environed of a
+band of savages. A refuge you must have, or fall before an
+all-devouring destruction. There are not so many serpents in Africa;
+there are not so many hyenas in Asia; there are not so many panthers
+in the forest, as there are transgressions attacking my soul. I will
+take the best unregenerated man anywhere, and say to him, You are
+utterly corrupt. If all the sins of your past life were marshaled in
+single file, they would reach from here to hell. If you have escaped
+all other sins, the fact that you have rejected the mission of the Son
+of God is enough to condemn you forever, pushing you off into
+bottomless darkness, struck by ten thousand hissing thunder-bolts of
+Omnipotent wrath.</p>
+
+<p>You are a sinner. The Bible says it, and your conscience affirms it.
+Not a small sinner, or a moderate sinner, or a tolerable sinner, but a
+great sinner, a protracted sinner, a vile sinner, an outrageous
+sinner, a condemned sinner. As God, with His all-scrutinizing gaze,
+looks upon you to-day, He can not find one sound spot in your soul.
+Sin has put scales on your eyes, and deadened your ear with an awful
+deafness, and palsied your right arm, and stunned your sensibilities,
+and blasted you with an infinite blasting. The Bible, which you admit
+to be true, affirms that you are diseased from the crown of your head
+to the sole of your foot. You are unclean; you are a leper. Believe
+not me, but believe God's Word, that over and over again announces, in
+language that a fool might understand, the total and complete
+depravity of the unchanged heart: &quot;The heart is deceitful above all
+things, and desperately wicked.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>In addition to the sins of your life there are uncounted troubles in
+pursuit of you. Bereavements, losses, disappointments are a flock of
+vultures ever on the wing. Did you get your house built, and
+furnished, and made comfortable any sooner than misfortune came in
+without knocking, and sat beside you&mdash;a skeleton apparition? Have not
+pains shot their poisoned arrows, and fevers kindled their fire in
+your brain? Many of you, for years, have walked on burning marl. You
+stepped out of one disaster into another. You may, like Job, have
+cursed the day in which you were born. This world boils over with
+trouble for you, and you are wondering where the next grave will gape,
+and where the next storm will burst. Oh, ye pursued, sinning, dying,
+troubled, exhausted souls, are you not ready now to hear me while I
+tell you of Christ, the Refuge?</p>
+
+<p>A soldier, during the war, heard of the sickness of his wife and
+asked for a furlough. It was denied him, and he ran away. He was
+caught, brought back, and sentenced to be shot as a deserter. The
+officer took from his pocket a document that announced his death on
+the following morning. As the document was read, the man flinched not
+and showed no sorrow or anxiety. But the officer then took from his
+pocket another document that contained the prisoner's pardon. Then he
+broke down with deep emotion at the thought of the leniency that had
+been extended. Though you may not appear moved while I tell you of the
+law that thundered its condemnation, while I tell you of the pardon
+and the peace of the Gospel I wonder if they will not overcome you.</p>
+
+<p>Jesus is a safe refuge. Fort Hudson, Fort Pulaski, Fort Moultrie, Fort
+Sumter, Gibraltar, Sebastopol were taken. But Jesus is a castle into
+which the righteous runneth and is safe. No battering-ram can demolish
+its wall. No sappers or miners can explode its ramparts, no storm-bolt
+of perdition leap upon its towers. The weapons that guard this fort
+are omnipotent. Hell shall unlimber its great guns as death only to
+have them dismantled. In Christ our sins are pardoned, discomforted,
+blotted out, forgiven. An ocean can not so easily drown a fly as the
+ocean of God's forgiveness swallow up, utterly and forever, our
+transgressions. He is able to save unto the uttermost.</p>
+
+<p>You who have been so often overcome in a hand-to-hand fight with the
+world, the flesh, and devil, try this fortress. Once here, you are
+safe forever. Satan may charge up the steep, and shout amid the uproar
+of the fight, Forward, to his battalions of darkness; but you will
+stand in the might of the great God, your Redeemer, safe in the
+refuge. The troubles of life, that once overwhelmed you, may come on
+with their long wagon-trains laden with care and worryment; and you
+may hear in their tramp the bereavements that once broke your heart;
+but Christ is your friend, Christ your sympathizer, Christ your
+reward. Safe in the refuge!</p>
+
+<p>Death at last may lay the siege to your spirit, and the shadows of the
+sepulcher may shake their horrors in the breeze, and the hoarse howl
+of the night wind may be mingled with the cry of despair, yet you will
+shout in triumph from the ramparts, and the pale horse shall be hurled
+back on his haunches. Safe in the refuge! To this castle I fly. This
+last fire shall but illumine its towers; and the rolling thunders of
+the judgment will be the salvo of its victory.</p>
+
+<p>Just after Queen Victoria had been crowned&mdash;she being only nineteen or
+twenty years of age&mdash;Wellington handed her a death-warrant for her
+signature. It was to take the life of a soldier in the army. She said
+to Wellington: &quot;Can there nothing good be said of this man?&quot; He said:
+&quot;No; he is a bad soldier, and deserves to die.&quot; She took up the
+death-warrant, and it trembled in her hand as she again asked: &quot;Does
+no one know anything good of this man?&quot; Wellington said: &quot;I have heard
+that at his trial a man said that he had been a good son to his old
+mother.&quot; &quot;Then let his life be spared,&quot; said the queen, and she
+ordered his sentence commuted.</p>
+
+<p>Christ is on a throne of grace. Our case is brought before him. The
+question is asked: &quot;Is there any good about this man?&quot; The law says:
+&quot;None.&quot; Justice says: &quot;None.&quot; Our own conscience says: &quot;None.&quot;
+Nevertheless, Christ hands over our pardon, and asks us to take it.
+Oh, the height and depth, the length and breadth of his mercy!</p>
+
+<p>Again, Christ is a near refuge. When we are attacked, what advantage
+is there in having a fortress on the other side of the mountain? Many
+an army has had an intrenchment, but could not get to it before the
+battle opened. Blessed be God, it is no long march to our castle. We
+may get off, with all our troops, from the worst earthly defeat in
+this stronghold. In a moment we may step from the battle into the
+tower. I sing of a Saviour near.</p>
+
+<p>During the late war the forts of the North were named after the
+Northern generals, and the forts of the South were named after the
+Southern generals. This fortress of our soul I shall call Castle
+Jesus. I have seen men pursued of sins that chased them with feet of
+lightning, and yet with one glad leap they bounded into the tower. I
+have seen troubles, with more than the speed and terror of a cavalry
+troop, dash after a retreating soul, yet were hurled back in defeat
+from the bulwarks. Jesus near! A child's cry, a prisoner's prayer, a
+sailor's death-shriek, a pauper's moan reaches him. No pilgrimages on
+spikes. No journeying with a huge pack on your back. No kneeling in
+penance in cold vestibule of mercy. But an open door! A compassionate
+Saviour! A present salvation! A near refuge! Castle Jesus!</p>
+
+<p>Oh, why do you not put out your arm and reach it? Why do you not fly
+to it? Why be riddled, and shelled, and consumed under the rattling
+bombardment of perdition, when one moment's faith would plant you in
+the glorious refuge? I preach a Jesus here; a Jesus now; a fountain
+close to your feet; a fiery pillar right over your head; bread already
+broken for your hunger; a crown already gleaming for your brow. Hark
+to the castle gates rattling back for your entrance! Hear you not the
+welcome of those who have fled for refuge to lay hold upon the hope
+set before us?</p>
+
+<p>Again, it is a universal refuge. A fortress is seldom large enough to
+hold a whole army. I look out upon fourteen hundred millions of the
+race; and then I look at this fortress, and I say that there is room
+enough for all. If it had been possible, this salvation would have
+been monopolized. Men would have said: &quot;Let us have all this to
+ourselves&mdash;no publicans, no plebeians, no lazzaroni, no converted
+pickpockets. We will ride toward heaven on fierce chargers, our feet
+in golden stirrups. Grace for lords, and dukes, and duchesses, and
+counts. Let Napoleon and his marshals come in, but not the common
+soldier that fought under him. Let the Girards and the Barings come
+in, but not the stevedores that unloaded their cargoes, or the men who
+kept their books.&quot; Heaven would have been a glorified Windsor Castle,
+or Tuileries, or Vatican; and exclusive aristocrats would have
+strutted through the golden streets to all eternity.</p>
+
+<p>Thank God, there is mercy for the poor! The great Doctor John Mason
+preached over a hundred times the same sermon; and the text was: &quot;To
+the poor the Gospel is preached.&quot; Lazarus went up, while Dives went
+down; and there are candidates for Imperial splendors in the back
+alley, and by the peat-fire of the Irish shanty. King Jesus set up His
+throne in a manger, and made a resurrection day for the poor widow of
+Nain, and sprung the gate of heaven wide open, so that all the
+beggars, and thieves, and scoundrels of the universe may come in if
+they will only repent. I can snatch the knife from the murderer's hand
+while it is yet dripping with the blood of his victim, and tell him of
+the grace that is sufficient to pardon his soul. Do you say that I
+swing open the gate of heaven too far? I swing it open no wider than
+Christ, when He says: &quot;Whosoever will, let him come.&quot; Don't you want
+to go in with such a rabble? Then you can stay out.</p>
+
+<p>The whole world will yet come into this refuge. The windows of heaven
+will be opened; God's trumpet of salvation will sound, and China will
+come from its tea-fields and rice-harvests, and lift itself up into
+the light. India will come forth, the chariots of salvation jostling
+to pieces her Juggernauts. Freezing Greenland, and sweltering
+Abyssinia, will, side by side, press into the kingdom; and transformed
+Bornesian cannibal preach of the resurrection of the missionary he has
+slain. The glory of Calvary will tinge the tip of the Pyrenees; and
+Lebanon cedars shall clap their hands; and by one swing of the sickle
+Christ shall harvest nations for the skies.</p>
+
+<p>I sing a world redeemed. In the rush of the winds that set the forest
+in motion, like giants wrestling on the hills, I see the tossing up of
+the triumphal branches that shall wave all along the line of our King
+as He comes to take empire. In the stormy diapason of the ocean's
+organ, and the more gentle strains that in the calm come sounding up
+from the crystal and jasper keys at the beach, I hear the prophecy:
+&quot;The earth shall be filled with the knowledge of God as the waters
+fill the sea.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The gospel morning will come like the natural morning. At first it
+seems only like another hue of the night. Then a pallor strikes
+through the sky, as though a company of ministering spirits, pale with
+tedious watching through the night, had turned in their flight upward
+to look back upon the earth. Then a faint glow of fire, as though on a
+barren beach a wrecked mariner was kindling a flickering flame. Then
+chariots and horses of fire racing up and down the heavens; then
+perfect day: &quot;Who is she that cometh forth as the morning?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Come in, black Hottentot and snow-white Caucasian, come in, mitered
+official and diseased beggar; let all the world come in. Room in
+Castle Jesus! Sound it through all lands; sound it by all tongues. Let
+sermons preach it, and bells chime it, and pencils sketch it, and
+processions celebrate it, and bells ring it: Room in Castle Jesus!</p>
+
+<p>Again, Christ is the only refuge. If you were very sick, and there was
+only one medicine that would cure you, how anxious you would be to get
+that medicine. If you were in a storm at sea, and you found that the
+ship could not weather it, and there was only one harbor, how anxious
+you would be to get into that harbor. Oh, sin-sick soul, Christ is the
+only medicine; oh, storm-tossed soul, Christ is the only harbor. Need
+I tell a cultured audience like this that there is no other name given
+among men by which ye can be saved? That if you want the handcuffs
+knocked from your wrists, and the hopples from your feet, and the icy
+bands from your heart, there is just one Almighty arm in all the
+universe to do everything? There are other fortresses to which you
+might fly, and other ramparts behind which you might hide, but God
+will cut to pieces, with the hail of His vengeance, all these refuges
+of lies.</p>
+
+<p>Some of you are foundering in terrible Euroclydon. Hark to the howling
+of the gale, and the splintering of the spars, and the starting of the
+timbers, and the breaking of the billow, clear across the hurricane
+deck. Down she goes! Into the life-boat! Quick! One boat! One shore!
+One oarsman! One salvation! You are polluted; there is but one well at
+which you can wash clean. You are enslaved; there is but one
+proclamation that can emancipate. You are blind; there is but one
+salve that can kindle your vision. You are dead; there is but one
+trumpet that can burst the grave.</p>
+
+<p>I have seen men come near the refuge but not make entrance. They came
+up, and fronted the gate, and looked in, but passed on, and passed
+down; and they will curse their folly through all eternity, that they
+despised the only refuge. Oh! forget everything else I have said, if
+you will but remember that there is but one atonement, one sacrifice,
+one justification, one faith, one hope, one Jesus, one refuge. There
+is that old Christian. Many a scar on his face tells where trouble
+lacerated him. He has fought with wild beasts at Ephesus. He has had
+enough misfortune to shadow his countenance with perpetual despair.
+Yet he is full of hope. Has he found any new elixir? &quot;No,&quot; he says; &quot;I
+have found Jesus the refuge.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Christ is our only defense at the last. John Holland, in his
+concluding moment, swept his hand over the Bible, and said: &quot;Come, let
+us gather a few flowers from this garden.&quot; As it was even-time he said
+to his wife: &quot;Have you lighted the candles?&quot; &quot;No,&quot; she said; &quot;we have
+not lighted the candles.&quot; &quot;Then,&quot; said he, &quot;it must be the brightness
+of the face of Jesus that I see.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Ask that dying Christian woman the source of her comfort. Why that
+supernatural glow on the curtains of the death-chamber; and the
+tossing out of one hand, as if to wave the triumph, and the reaching
+up of the other, as if to take a crown? Hosanna on the tongue. Glory
+beaming from the forehead. Heaven in the eyes. Spirit departing. Wings
+to bear it. Anthems to charm it. Open the gates to receive it.
+Hallelujah! Speak, dying Christian&mdash;what light do you see? What sounds
+do you hear? The thin lips part. The pale hand is lifted. She says:
+&quot;Jesus the refuge!&quot; Let all in the death-chamber stop weeping now.
+Celebrate the triumph. Take up a song. Clap your hands. Shout it.
+Hallelujah! Hallelujah!</p>
+
+<p>But this refuge will be of no worth to you unless you lay hold of it.
+The time will come when you will wish that you had done so. It will
+come soon. At an unexpected moment it will come. The castle bridge
+will be drawn up and the fortress closed. When you see this
+discomfiture, and look back, and look up at the storm gathering, and
+the billowy darkness of death has rolled upon the sheeted flash of
+the storm, you will discover the utter desolation of those who are
+outside of the refuge.</p>
+
+<p>What you propose to do in this matter you had better do right away. A
+mistake this morning may never be corrected. Jesus, the Great Captain
+of salvation, puts forth his wounded hand to-day to cheer you on the
+race to heaven. If you despise it, the ghastliest vision that will
+haunt the eternal darkness of your soul will be the gaping, bleeding
+wounds of the dying Redeemer.</p>
+
+<p>Jesus is to be crucified to-day. Think not of it as a day that is
+past. He comes before you to-day weary and worn. Here is the cross,
+and here is the victim. But there are no nails, and there are no
+thorns, and there are no hammers. Who will furnish these? A man out
+yonder says: &quot;I will furnish with my sins the nails!&quot; Now we have the
+cross, and the victim, and the nails. But we have no thorns. Who will
+furnish the thorns? A man in the audience says: &quot;With my sins I will
+furnish the thorns!&quot; Now we have the cross, the victim, the nails, and
+the thorns. But we have no hammers. Who will furnish the hammers? A
+voice in the audience says: &quot;My hard heart shall be the hammer!&quot;
+Everything is ready now. The crucifixion goes out! See Jesus dying!
+&quot;Behold the Lamb of God, that taketh away the sins of the world.&quot;</p>
+
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="stripping_the_slain" id="stripping_the_slain"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>STRIPPING THE SLAIN.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">
+&quot;And it came to pass on the morrow, when the Philistines came
+ to strip the slain, that they found Saul and his three sons
+ fallen in Mount Gilboa.&quot;&mdash;
+<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">I. Sam.</span> xxxi: 8.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>Some of you were at South Mountain, or Shiloh, or Ball's Bluff, or
+Gettysburg, and I ask you if there is any sadder sight than a
+battle-field after the guns have stopped firing? I walked across the
+field of Antietam just after the conflict. The scene was so sickening
+I shall not describe it. Every valuable thing had been taken from the
+bodies of the dead, for there are always vultures hovering over and
+around about an army, and they pick up the watches, and the memorandum
+books, and the letters, and the daguerreotypes, and the hats, and the
+coats, applying them to their own uses. The dead make no resistance.
+So there are always camp followers going on and after an army, as when
+Scott went down into Mexico, as when Napoleon marched up toward
+Moscow, as when Von Moltke went to Sedan. There is a similar scene in
+my text.</p>
+
+<p>Saul and his army had been horribly cut to pieces. Mount Gilboa was
+ghastly with the dead. On the morrow the stragglers came on to the
+field, and they lifted the latchet of the helmet from under the chin
+of the dead, and they picked up the swords and bent them on their
+knee to test the temper of the metal, and they opened the wallets and
+counted the coin. Saul lay dead along the ground, eight or nine feet
+in length, and I suppose the cowardly Philistines, to show their
+bravery, leaped upon the trunk of his carcass, and jeered at the
+fallen slain, and whistled through the mouth of the helmet. Before
+night those cormorants had taken everything valuable from the field:
+&quot;And it came to pass on the morrow, when the Philistines came to strip
+the slain, that they found Saul and his three sons fallen in Mount
+Gilboa.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Before I get through to-day I will show you that the same process is
+going on all the world over, and every day, and that when men have
+fallen, Satan and the world, so far from pitying them or helping them,
+go to work remorselessly to take what little is left, thus stripping
+the slain.</p>
+
+<p>There are tens of thousands of young men every year coming from the
+country to our great cities. They come with brave hearts and grand
+expectations. They think they will be Rufus Choates in the law, or
+Drapers in chemistry, or A.T. Stewarts in merchandise. The country
+lads sit down in the village grocery, with their feet on the iron rod
+around the red-hot stove, in the evening, talking over the prospects
+of the young man who has gone off to the city. Two or three of them
+think that perhaps he may get along very well and succeed, but the
+most of them prophesy failure; for it is very hard to think that those
+whom we knew in boyhood will ever make any stir in the world.</p>
+
+<p>But our young man has a fine position in a dry-goods store. The month
+is over. He gets his wages. He is not accustomed to have so much money
+belonging to himself. He is a little excited, and does not know
+exactly what to do with it, and he spends it in some places where he
+ought not. Soon there come up new companions and acquaintances from
+the bar-rooms and the saloons of the city. Soon that young man begins
+to waver in the battle of temptation, and soon his soul goes down. In
+a few months, or few years, he has fallen. He is morally dead. He is a
+mere corpse of what he once was. The harpies of sin snuff up the taint
+and come on the field. His garments gradually give out. He has pawned
+his watch. His health is failing him. His credit perishes. He is too
+poor to stay in the city, and he is too poor to pay his way home to
+the country. Down! down! Why do the low fellows of the city now stick
+to him so closely? Is it to help him back to a moral and spiritual
+life? Oh, no! I will tell you why they stay; they are the Philistines
+stripping the slain.</p>
+
+<p>Do not look where I point, but yonder stands a man who once had a
+beautiful home in this city. His house had elegant furniture, his
+children were beautifully clad, his name was synonymous with honor and
+usefulness; but evil habit knocked at his front door, knocked at his
+back door, knocked at his parlor door, knocked at his bedroom door.
+Where is the piano? Sold to pay the rent. Where is the hat-rack? Sold
+to meet the butcher's bill. Where are the carpets? Sold to get bread.
+Where is the wardrobe? Sold to get rum. Where are the daughters?
+Working their fingers off in trying to keep the family together.
+Worse and worse, until everything is gone. Who is that going up the
+front steps of that house? That is a creditor, hoping to find some
+chair or bed that has not been levied upon. Who are those two
+gentlemen now going up the front steps? The one is a constable, the
+other is the sheriff. Why do they go there? The unfortunate is morally
+dead, socially dead, financially dead. Why do they go there? I will
+tell you why the creditors, and the constables, and the sheriffs go
+there. They are, some on their own account, and some on account of the
+law, stripping the slain.</p>
+
+<p>An ex-member of Congress, one of the most eloquent men that ever stood
+in the House of Representatives, said in his last moments: &quot;This is
+the end. I am dying&mdash;dying on a borrowed bed, covered by a borrowed
+sheet, in a house built by public charity. Bury me under that tree in
+the middle of the field, where I shall not be crowded, for I have been
+crowded all my life.&quot; Where were the jolly politicians and the
+dissipating comrades who had been with him, laughing at his jokes,
+applauding his eloquence, and plunging him into sin? They have left.
+Why? His money is gone, his reputation is gone, his wit is gone, his
+clothes are gone, everything is gone. Why should they stay any longer?
+They have completed their work. They have stripped the slain.</p>
+
+<p>There is another way, however, of doing that same work. Here is a man
+who, through his sin, is prostrate. He acknowledges that he has done
+wrong. Now is the time for you to go to that man and say: &quot;Thousands
+of people have been as far astray as you are, and got back.&quot; Now is
+the time for you to go to that man and tell him of the omnipotent
+grace of God, that is sufficient for any poor soul. Now is the time to
+go to tell him how swearing John Bunyan, through the grace of God,
+afterward came to the celestial city. Now is the time to go to that
+man and tell him how profligate Newton came, through conversion, to be
+a world-renowned preacher of righteousness. Now is the time to tell
+that man that multitudes who have been pounded with all the flails of
+sin and dragged through all the sewers of pollution at last have risen
+to positive dominion of moral power.</p>
+
+<p>You do not tell him that, do you? No. You say to him: &quot;Loan you money?
+No. You are down. You will have to go to the dogs. Lend you a
+shilling? I would not lend you five cents to keep you from the
+gallows. You are debauched! Get out of my sight, now! Down; you will
+have to stay down!&quot; And thus those bruised and battered men are
+sometimes accosted by those who ought to lift them up. Thus the last
+vestige of hope is taken from them. Thus those who ought to go and
+lift and save them are guilty of stripping the slain.</p>
+
+<p>The point I want to make is this: sin is hard, cruel, and merciless.
+Instead of helping a man up it helps him down; and when, like Saul and
+his comrades, you lie on the field, it will come and steal your sword
+and helmet and shield, leaving you to the jackal and the crow.</p>
+
+<p>But the world and Satan do not do all their work with the outcast and
+abandoned. A respectable, impenitent man comes to die. He is flat on
+his back. He could not get up if the house were on fire. Adroitest
+medical skill and gentlest nursing have been a failure. He has come to
+his last hour. What does Satan do for such a man? Why, he fetches up
+all the inapt, disagreeable, and harrowing things in his life. He
+says: &quot;Do you remember those chances you had for heaven, and missed
+them? Do you remember all those lapses in conduct? Do you remember all
+those opprobrious words and thoughts and actions? Don't remember them,
+eh? I'll make you remember them.&quot; And then he takes all the past and
+empties it on that death-bed, as the mail-bags are emptied on the
+post-office floor. The man is sick. He can not get away from them.</p>
+
+<p>Then the man says to Satan: &quot;You have deceived me. You told me that
+all would be well. You said there would be no trouble at the last. You
+told me if I did so and so, you would do so and so. Now you corner me,
+and hedge me up, and submerge me in everything evil.&quot; &quot;Ha! ha!&quot; says
+Satan, &quot;I was only fooling you. It is mirth for me to see you suffer.
+I have been for thirty years plotting to get you just where you are.
+It is hard for you now&mdash;it will be worse for you after awhile. It
+pleases me. Lie still, sir. Don't flinch or shudder. Come now, I will
+tear off from you the last rag of expectation. I will rend away from
+your soul the last hope. I will leave you bare for the beating of the
+storm. It is my business to strip the slain.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>While men are in robust health, and their digestion is good, and their
+nerves are strong, they think their physical strength will get them
+safely through the last exigency. They say it is only cowardly women
+who are afraid at the last, and cry out for God. &quot;Wait till I come to
+die. I will show you. You won't hear me pray, nor call for a minister,
+nor want a chapter read me from the Bible.&quot; But after the man has been
+three weeks in a sick-room his nerves are not so steady, and his
+worldly companions are not anywhere near to cheer him up, and he is
+persuaded that he must quit life: his physical courage is all gone.</p>
+
+<p>He jumps at the fall of a teaspoon in a saucer. He shivers at the idea
+of going away. He says: &quot;Wife, I don't think my infidelity is going to
+take me through. For God's sake don't bring up the children to do as I
+have done. If you feel like it, I wish you would read a verse or two
+out of Fannie's Sabbath-school hymn-book or New Testament.&quot; But Satan
+breaks in, and says: &quot;You have always thought religion trash and a
+lie; don't give up at the last. Besides that, you can not, in the hour
+you have to live, get off on that track. Die as you lived. With my
+great black wings I shut out that light. Die in darkness. I rend away
+from you that last vestige of hope. It is my business to strip the
+slain.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>A man who had rejected Christianity and thought it all trash, came to
+die. He was in the sweat of a great agony, and his wife said: &quot;We had
+better have some prayer.&quot; &quot;Mary, not a breath of that,&quot; he said. &quot;The
+lightest word of prayer would roll back on me like rocks on a drowning
+man. I have come to the hour of test. I had a chance, and I forfeited
+it. I believed in a liar, and he has left me in the lurch. Mary, bring
+me Tom Paine, that book that I swore by and lived by, and pitch it in
+the fire, and let it burn and burn as I myself shall soon burn.&quot; And
+then, with the foam on his lip and his hands tossing wildly in the
+air, he cried out: &quot;Blackness of darkness! Oh, my God, too late!&quot; And
+the spirits of darkness whistled up from the depth, and wheeled around
+and around him, stripping the slain.</p>
+
+<p>Sin is a luxury now; it is exhilaration now; it is victory now. But
+after awhile it is collision; it is defeat; it is extermination; it is
+jackalism; it is robbing the dead; it is stripping the slain. Give it
+up to-day&mdash;give it up! Oh, how you have been cheated on, my brother,
+from one thing to another! All these years you have been under an evil
+mastery that you understood not. What have your companions done for
+you? What have they done for your health? Nearly ruined it by
+carousal. What have they done for your fortune? Almost scattered it by
+spendthrift behavior. What have they done for your reputation? Almost
+ruined it with good men. What have they done for your immortal soul?
+Almost insured its overthrow.</p>
+
+<p>You are hastening on toward the consummation of all that is sad.
+To-day you stop and think, but it is only for a moment, and then you
+will tramp on, and at the close of this service you will go out, and
+the question will be: &quot;How did you like the sermon?&quot; And one man will
+say: &quot;I liked it very well,&quot; and another man will say: &quot;I didn't like
+it at all;&quot; but neither of the answers will touch the tremendous fact
+that, if impenitent, you are going at eighteen knots an hour toward
+shipwreck! Yea, you are in a battle where you will fall; and while
+your surviving relatives will take your remaining estate, and the
+cemetery will take your body, the messengers of darkness will take
+your soul, and come and go about you for the next ten million years,
+stripping the slain.</p>
+
+<p>Many are crying out: &quot;I admit I am slain, I admit it!&quot; On what
+battle-field, my brothers? By what weapon? &quot;Polluted imagination,&quot;
+says one man; &quot;Intoxicating liquor,&quot; says another man; &quot;My own hard
+heart,&quot; says another man. Do you realize this? Then I come to tell you
+that the omnipotent Christ is ready to walk across this battle-field,
+and revive, and resuscitate, and resurrect your dead soul. Let Him
+take your hand and rub away the numbness; your head, and bathe off the
+aching; your heart, and stop its wild throb. He brought Lazarus to
+life; He brought Jairus' daughter to life; He brought the young man of
+Nain to life, and these are three proofs anyhow that he can bring you
+to life.</p>
+
+<p>When the Philistines came down on the field, they stepped between the
+corpses, and they rolled over the dead, and they took away everything
+that was valuable; and so it was with the people that followed after
+our army at Chancellorsville, and at Pittsburg Landing, and at Stone
+River, and at Atlanta, stripping the slain; but the Northern and
+Southern women&mdash;God bless them!&mdash;came on the field with basins, and
+pads, and towels, and lint, and cordials, and Christian encouragement;
+and the poor fellows that lay there lifted up their arms and said:
+&quot;Oh, how good that does feel since you dressed it!&quot; and others looked
+up and said: &quot;Oh, how you make me think of my mother!&quot; and others
+said: &quot;Tell the folks at home I died thinking about them;&quot; and another
+looked up and said: &quot;Miss, won't you sing me a verse of 'Home, Sweet
+Home,' before I die?&quot; And then the tattoo was sounded, and the hats
+were off, and the service was read: &quot;I am the resurrection and the
+life;&quot; and in honor of the departed the muskets were loaded, and the
+command given: &quot;Take aim&mdash;fire!&quot; And there was a shingle set up at the
+head of the grave, with the epitaph of &quot;Lieutenant &mdash;&mdash; in the
+Fourteenth Massachusetts Regulars,&quot; or &quot;Captain &mdash;&mdash; in the Fifteenth
+Regiment of South Carolina Volunteers.&quot; And so to-night, across this
+great field of moral and spiritual battle, the angels of God come
+walking among the slain, and there are voices of comfort, and voices
+of hope, and voices of resurrection, and voices of heaven.</p>
+
+<p>Christ is ready to give life to the dead. He will make the deaf ear to
+hear, the blind eye to see, the pulseless heart to beat, and the damp
+walls of your spiritual charnel-house will crash into ruin at His cry:
+&quot;Come forth!&quot; I verily believe there are souls in this house who are
+now dead in sin, who in half an hour will be alive forever. There was
+a thrilling dream, a glorious dream&mdash;you may have heard of it. Ezekiel
+closed his eyes, and he saw two mountains, and a valley between the
+mountains. That valley looked as though there had been a great battle
+there, and a whole army had been slain, and they had been unburied;
+and the heat of the land, and the vultures coming there, soon the
+bones were exposed to the sun, and they looked like thousands of
+snow-drifts all through the valley. Frightful spectacle! The bleaching
+skeletons of a host!</p>
+
+<p>But Ezekiel still kept his eyes shut; and lo! there were four
+currents of wind that struck the battle-field, and when those four
+currents of wind met, the bones began to rattle; and the foot came to
+the ankle, and the hand came to the wrist, and the jaws clashed
+together, and the spinal column gathered up the ganglions and the
+nervous fiber, and all the valley wriggled and writhed, and throbbed,
+and rocked, and rose up. There, a man coming to life. There, a hundred
+men. There, a thousand; and all falling into line, waiting for the
+shout of their commander. Ten thousand bleached skeletons springing up
+into ten thousand warriors, panting for the fray. I hope that instead
+of being a dream it may be a prophecy of what we shall see here
+to-day. Let this north wall be one of the mountains, and the south
+wall be taken for another of the mountains, and let all the aisles and
+the pews be the valley between, for there are thousands here to-day
+without one pulsation of spiritual life.</p>
+
+<p>I look off in one direction, and they are dead. I look off in another
+direction, and they are dead. Who will bring them to life? Who shall
+rouse them up? If I should halloo at the top of my voice I could not
+wake them. Wait a moment! Listen! There is a rustling. There is a gale
+from heaven. It comes from the north, and from the south, and from the
+east, and from the west. It shuts us in. It blows upon the slain.
+There a soul begins to move in spiritual life; there, ten souls;
+there, a score of souls; there, a hundred souls. The nostrils
+throbbing in divine respiration, the hands lifted as though to take
+hold of heaven, the tongue moving as in prayer and adoration. Life!
+immortal life coming into the slain. Ten men for God&mdash;fifty&mdash;a
+hundred&mdash;a regiment&mdash;an army for God! Oh, that we might have such a
+scene here to-day! In Ezekiel's words, and in almost a frenzy of
+prayer, I cry: &quot;Come from the four winds, O Breath! and breathe upon
+the slain.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>You will have to surrender your heart to-day to God. You can not take
+the responsibility of fighting against the Spirit in this crisis which
+will decide whether you are to go to heaven or to hell&mdash;to join the
+hallelujahs of the saved, or the lamentations of the lost. You must
+pray. You must repent. You must this day fling your sinful soul on the
+pardoning mercy of God. You must! I see your resolution against God
+giving way, your determination wavering. I break through the breach in
+the wall and follow up the advantage gained, hoping to rout your last
+opposition to Christ, and to make you &quot;ground arms&quot; at the feet of the
+Divine Conqueror. Oh, you must! You must!</p>
+
+<p>The moon does not ask the tides of the Atlantic Ocean to rise. It only
+stoops down with two great hands of light, the one at the European
+beach, and the other at the American beach, and then lifts the great
+layer of molten silver. And God, it seems to me, is now going to lift
+this audience to newness of life. Do you not feel the swellings of the
+great oceanic tides of Divine mercy? My heart is in anguish to have
+you saved. For this I pray, and preach, and long, glad to be called a
+fool for Christ's sake, and your salvation.</p>
+
+<p>Some one replies: &quot;Dear me, I do wish I could have these matters
+arranged with my God. I want to be saved. God knows I want to be
+saved; but you stand there talking about this matter, and you don't
+show me how.&quot; My dear brother, the work has all been done. Christ did
+it with His own torn hand, and lacerated foot, and bleeding side. He
+took your place, and died your death, if you will only believe
+it&mdash;only accept Him as your substitute.</p>
+
+<p>What an amazing pity that any man should go from this house unblessed,
+when such a large blessing is offered him at less cost than you would
+pay for a pin&mdash;&quot;without money and without price.&quot; I have driven down
+to-day with the Lord's ambulance to the battle-field where your soul
+lies exposed to the darkness and the storm, and I want to lift you in,
+and drive off with you toward heaven. Oh, Christians, by your prayers
+help to lift these wounded souls into the ambulance! God forbid that
+any should be left on the field, and that at last eternal sorrow, and
+remorse, and despair should come up around their soul like the bandit
+Philistines to the field of Gilboa, stripping the slain.</p>
+
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="sold_out" id="sold_out"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>SOLD OUT.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">
+&quot;Ye have sold yourselves for nought; and ye shall be redeemed
+ without money.&quot;&mdash;
+<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Isa.</span> lii: 3.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>The Jews had gone headlong into sin, and as a punishment they had been
+carried captive to Babylon. They found that iniquity did not pay.
+Cyrus seized Babylon, and felt so sorry for these poor captive Jews
+that, without a dollar of compensation, he let them go home. So that,
+literally, my text was fulfilled: &quot;Ye have sold yourselves for nought;
+and ye shall be redeemed without money.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>There is enough Gospel in this text for fifty sermons; though I never
+heard of its being preached on. There are persons in this house who
+have, like the Jews of the text, sold out. You do not seem to belong
+either to yourselves or to God. The title-deeds have been passed over
+to &quot;the world, the flesh, and the devil,&quot; but the purchaser has never
+paid up. &quot;Ye have sold yourselves for nought.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>When a man passes himself over to the world he expects to get some
+adequate compensation. He has heard the great things that the world
+does for a man, and he believes it. He wants two hundred and fifty
+thousand dollars. That will be horses, and houses, and a
+summer-resort, and jolly companionship. To get it he parts with his
+physical health by overwork. He parts with his conscience. He parts
+with much domestic enjoyment. He parts with opportunities 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 his nature is gone. He pays down
+the second installment, and one half of his nature is gone. He pays
+down the third installment, and three quarters of his nature are gone;
+and after many years have gone by he pays down the fourth installment,
+and, lo! his entire nature is gone. Then he comes up to the world and
+says: &quot;Good-morning. I have delivered to you the goods. I have passed
+over to you my body, my mind, and my soul, and I have come now to
+collect the two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.&quot; &quot;Two hundred and
+fifty thousand dollars?&quot; says the world. &quot;What do you mean?&quot; &quot;Well,&quot;
+you say, &quot;I come to collect the money you owe me, and I expect you now
+to fulfill your part of the contract.&quot; &quot;But,&quot; says the world, &quot;<i>I have
+failed. I am bankrupt.</i> I can not possibly pay that debt. I have not
+for a long while expected to pay it.&quot; &quot;Well,&quot; you then say, &quot;give me
+back the goods.&quot; &quot;Oh, no,&quot; says the world, &quot;they are all gone. I can
+not give them back to you.&quot; And there you stand on the confines of
+eternity, your spiritual character gone, staggering under the
+consideration that &quot;you have sold yourself for nought.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I tell you the world is a liar; it does not keep its promises. It is a
+cheat, and it fleeces everything it can put its hands on. It is a
+bogus world. It is a six-thousand-year-old swindle. Even if it pays
+the two hundred and fifty thousand dollars for which you contracted,
+it pays them in bonds that will not be worth anything in a little
+while. Just as a man may pay down ten thousand dollars in hard cash
+and get for it worthless scrip&mdash;so the world passes over to you the
+two hundred and fifty thousand dollars in that shape which will not be
+worth a farthing to you a thousandth part of a second after you are
+dead. &quot;Oh,&quot; you say, &quot;it will help to bury me, anyhow.&quot; Oh, my
+brother! you need not worry about that. The world will bury you soon
+enough, from sanitary considerations. After you have been deceased for
+three or four days you will compel the world to bury you.</p>
+
+<p>Post-mortem emoluments are of no use to you. The treasures of this
+world will not pass current in the future world; and if all the 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 not do it. There 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 no cotton in
+them, as to go to this world expecting to find any permanent
+happiness. It has deceived and deluded every man that has ever put his
+trust in it.</p>
+
+<p>History tells us of one who resolved that he would have all his senses
+gratified at one and the same time, and he expended thousands of
+dollars on each sense. He entered a room, and there were the first
+musicians of the land pleasing his ear, and there were fine pictures
+fascinating his eye, and there were costly aromatics regaling his
+nostril, and there were the richest meats, and wines, and fruits, and
+confections pleasing the appetite, and there was a soft couch of
+sinful indulgence on which he reclined; and the man declared afterward
+that he would give ten times what he had given if he could have one
+week of such enjoyment, even though he lost his soul by it. Ah! that
+was the rub. He did lose his soul by it! Cyrus the Conqueror thought
+for a little while that he was making a fine thing out of this world,
+and yet before he came to his grave he wrote out this pitiful epitaph
+for his monument: &quot;I am Cyrus. I occupied the Persian Empire. I was
+king over Asia. Begrudge me not this monument.&quot; But the world in after
+years plowed up his sepulcher.</p>
+
+<p>The world clapped its hands and stamped its feet in honor of Charles
+Lamb; but what does he say? &quot;I walk up and down, thinking I am happy,
+but feeling I am not.&quot; Call the roll, and be quick about it. Samuel
+Johnson, the learned! Happy? &quot;No. I am afraid I shall some day get
+crazy.&quot; William Hazlitt, the great essayist! Happy? &quot;No. I have been
+for two hours and a half going up and down Paternoster Row with a
+volcano in my breast.&quot; Smollett, the witty author! Happy? &quot;No. I am
+sick of praise and blame, and I wish to God that I had such
+circumstances around me that I could throw my pen into oblivion.&quot;
+Buchanan, the world-renowned writer, exiled from his own country,
+appealing to Henry VIII. for protection! Happy? &quot;No. Over mountains
+covered with snow, and through valleys flooded with rain, I come a
+fugitive.&quot; Moli&egrave;re, the popular dramatic author! Happy? &quot;No. That
+wretch of an actor just now recited four of my lines without the
+proper accent and gesture. To have the children of my brain so hung,
+drawn, and quartered, tortures me like a condemned spirit.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I went to see a worldling die. As I went into the hall I saw its floor
+was tessellated, and its wall was a picture-gallery. I found his
+death-chamber adorned with tapestry until it seemed as if the clouds
+of the setting sun had settled in the room. The man had given forty
+years to the world&mdash;his wit, his time, his genius, his talent, his
+soul. Did the world come in to stand by his death-bed, and clearing
+off the vials of bitter medicine, put down any compensation? Oh, no!
+The world does not like sick and dying people, and leaves them in the
+lurch. It ruined this man, and then left him. He had a magnificent
+funeral. All the ministers wore scarfs, and there were forty-three
+carriages in a row; but the departed man appreciated not the
+obsequies.</p>
+
+<p>I want to persuade my audience that this world is a poor investment;
+that it does not pay ninety per cent. of satisfaction, nor eighty per
+cent., nor twenty per cent., nor two per cent., nor one; that it gives
+no solace when a dead babe lies on your lap; that it gives no peace
+when conscience rings its alarm; that it gives no explanation in the
+day of dire trouble; and at the time of your decease it takes hold of
+the pillow-case, and shakes out the feathers, and then jolts down in
+the place thereof sighs, and groans, and execrations, and then makes
+you put your head on it. Oh, ye who have tried this world, is it a
+satisfactory portion? Would you advise your friends to make the
+investment? No. &quot;Ye have sold yourselves for nought.&quot; Your conscience
+went. Your hope went. Your Bible went. Your heaven went. Your God
+went. When a sheriff under a writ from the courts sells a man out, the
+officer generally leaves a few chairs and a bed, and a few cups and
+knives; but in this awful vendue in which you have been engaged the
+auctioneer's mallet has come down upon body, mind, and soul: Going!
+Gone! &quot;Ye have sold yourselves for nought.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>How could you do so? Did you think that your soul was a mere trinket
+which for a few pennies you could buy in a toy shop? Did you think
+that your soul, if once lost, might be found again if you went out
+with torches and lanterns? Did you think that your soul was
+short-lived, and that, panting, it would soon lie down for extinction?
+Or had you no idea what your soul was worth? Did you ever put your
+forefingers on its eternal pulses? Have you never felt the quiver of
+its peerless wing? Have you not known that, after leaving the body,
+the first step of your soul reaches to the stars, and the next step to
+the furthest outposts of God's universe, and that it will not die
+until the day when the everlasting Jehovah expires? Oh, my brother,
+what possessed you that you should part with your soul so cheap? &quot;Ye
+have sold yourselves for nought.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>But I have some good news to tell you. I want to engage in a
+litigation for the recovery of that soul of yours. I want to show that
+you have been cheated out of it. I want to prove, as I will, that you
+were crazy on that subject, and that the world, under such
+circumstances, has no right to take the title-deed from you; and if
+you will join me I shall get a decree from the High Chancery Court of
+Heaven reinstating you into the possession of your soul. &quot;Oh,&quot; you
+say, &quot;I am afraid of lawsuits; they are so expensive, and I can not
+pay the cost.&quot; Then have you forgotten the last half of my text? &quot;Ye
+have sold yourselves for nought; and ye shall be redeemed without
+money.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Money is good for a great many things, but it can not do anything in
+this matter of the soul. You can not buy your way through. Dollars and
+pounds sterling mean nothing at the gate of mercy. If you could buy
+your salvation, heaven would be a great speculation, an extension of
+Wall Street. Bad men would go up and buy out the place, and leave us
+to shift for ourselves. But as money is not a lawful tender, what is?
+I will answer: Blood! Whose? Are we to go through the slaughter? Oh,
+no; it wants richer blood than ours. It wants a king's blood. It must
+be poured from royal arteries. It must be a sinless torrent. But where
+is the king? I see a great many thrones and a great many occupants,
+yet none seem to be coming down to the rescue. But after awhile the
+clock of night in Bethlehem strikes twelve, and the silver pendulum of
+a star swings across the sky, and I see the King of Heaven rising up,
+and He descends, and steps down from star to star, and from cloud to
+cloud, lower and lower, until He touches the sheep-covered hills, and
+then on to another hill, this last skull-covered, and there, at the
+sharp stroke of persecution, a rill incarnadine trickles down, and we
+who could not be redeemed by money are redeemed by precious and
+imperial blood.</p>
+
+<p>We have in this day professed Christians who are so rarefied and
+etherealized that they do not want a religion of blood. What do you
+want? You seem to want a religion of brains. The Bible says: &quot;In the
+blood is the life.&quot; No atonement without blood. Ought not the apostle
+to know? What did he say? &quot;Ye are redeemed not with corruptible
+things, such as silver and gold, but by the precious blood of Christ.&quot;
+You put your lancet into the arm of our holy religion and withdraw the
+blood, and you leave it a mere corpse, fit only for the grave. Why did
+God command the priests of old to strike the knife into the kid, and
+the goat, and the pigeon, and the bullock, and the lamb? It was so
+that when the blood rushed out from these animals on the floor of the
+ancient tabernacle the people should be compelled to think of the
+coming carnage of the Son of God. No blood, no atonement.</p>
+
+<p>I think that God intended to impress us with the vividness of that
+color. The green of the grass, the blue of the sky, would not have
+startled and aroused us like this deep crimson. It is as if God had
+said: &quot;Now, sinner, wake up and see what the Saviour endured for you.
+This is not water. This is not wine. It is blood. It is the blood of
+my own Son. It is the blood of the Immaculate. It is the blood of
+God.&quot; Without the shedding of blood is no remission. There has been
+many a man who in courts of law has pleaded &quot;not guilty,&quot; who
+nevertheless has been condemned because there was blood found on his
+hands, or blood found in his room; and what shall we do in the last
+day if it be found that we have recrucified the Lord of Glory and have
+never repented of it? You must believe in the blood or die. No
+escape. Unless you let the sacrifice of Jesus go in your stead you
+yourself must suffer. It is either Christ's blood or your blood.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh,&quot; says some one, &quot;the thought of blood sickens me.&quot; Good. God
+intended it to sicken you with your sin. Do not act as though you had
+nothing to do with that Calvarian massacre. You had. Your sins were
+the implements of torture. Those implements were not made of steel,
+and iron, and wood, so much as out of your sins. Guilty of this
+homicide, and this regicide, and this deicide, confess your guilt
+to-day. Ten thousand voices of heaven bring in the verdict against you
+of guilty, guilty. Prepare to die, or believe in that blood. Stretch
+yourself out for the sacrifice, or accept the Saviour's sacrifice. Do
+not fling away your one chance.</p>
+
+<p>It seems to me as if all heaven were trying to bid in your soul. The
+first bid it makes is the tears of Christ at the tomb of Lazarus; but
+that is not a high enough price. The next bid heaven makes is the
+sweat of Gethsemane; but it is too cheap a price. The next bid heaven
+makes seems to be the whipped back of Pilate's hall; but it is not a
+high enough price. Can it be possible that heaven can not buy you in?
+Heaven tries once more. It says: &quot;I bid this time for that man's soul
+the tortures of Christ's martyrdom, 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 knee, the blood on His foot&mdash;the blood
+in drops, the blood in rills, the blood in pools coagulated beneath
+the cross; the blood that wet the tips of the soldiers' spears, the
+blood that plashed warm in the faces of His enemies.&quot; Glory to God,
+that bid wins it! The highest price that was ever paid for anything
+was paid for your soul. Nothing could buy it but blood! The estranged
+property is bought back. Take it. &quot;You have sold yourselves for
+nought; and ye shall be redeemed without money.&quot; O atoning blood,
+cleansing blood, life-giving blood, sanctifying blood, glorifying
+blood of Jesus! Why not burst into tears at the thought that for thee
+He shed it&mdash;for thee the hard-hearted, for thee the lost?</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No,&quot; says some one; &quot;I will have nothing to do with it except that,
+like the Jews, I put both my hands into that carnage and scoop up both
+palms full, and throw it on my head and cry: 'His blood be on us and
+on our children!'&quot; Can you do such a shocking thing as that? Just rub
+your handkerchief across your brow and look at it. It is the blood of
+the Son of God whom you have despised and driven back all these years.
+Oh, do not do that any longer! Come out frankly and boldly and
+honestly, and tell Christ you are sorry. You can not afford to so
+roughly treat Him upon whom everything depends.</p>
+
+<p>I do not know how you will get away from this subject. You see that
+you are sold out, and that Christ wants to buy you back. There are
+three persons who come after you to-night: God the Father, God the
+Son, and God the Holy Ghost. They unite their three omnipotences in
+one movement for your salvation. You will not take up arms against the
+Triune God, will you? Is there enough muscle in your arm for such a
+combat? By the highest throne in heaven, and by the deepest chasm in
+hell, I beg you look out. Unless you allow Christ to carry away your
+sins, they will carry you away. Unless you allow Christ to lift you
+up, they will drag you down. There is only one hope for you, and that
+is the blood. Christ, the sin-offering, bearing your transgressions.
+Christ, the surety, paying your debts. Christ, the divine Cyrus,
+loosening your Babylonish captivity.</p>
+
+<p>Would you not like to be free? Here is the price of your
+liberation&mdash;not money, but blood. I tremble from head to foot, not
+because I fear your presence, for I am used to that, but because I
+fear that you will miss your chance for immortal rescue, and die. This
+is the alternative divinely put: &quot;He that believeth on the Son shall
+have everlasting life; and he that believeth not on the Son shall not
+see life, but the wrath of God abideth on him.&quot; In the last day, if
+you now reject Christ, every drop of that sacrificial blood, instead
+of pleading for your release as it would have pleaded if you had
+repented, will plead against you. It will seem to say: &quot;They refused
+the ransom; they chose to die; let them die; they must die. Down with
+them to the weeping and the wailing. Depart! go away from me. You
+would not have me, now I will not have you. Sold out for eternity.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>O Lord God of the judgment day! avert that calamity! Let us see the
+quick flash of the cimeter that slays the sin but saves the sinner.
+Strike, omnipotent God, for the soul's deliverance! Beat, O eternal
+sea! with all thy waves against the barren beach of that rocky soul,
+and make it tremble. Oh! the oppressiveness of the hour, the minute,
+the second, on which the soul's destiny quivers, and this is that
+hour, that minute, that second!</p>
+
+<p>I wonder what proportion of this audience will be saved? What
+proportion will be lost? When the &quot;Schiller&quot; went down, out of three
+hundred and eighty people only forty were saved. When the &quot;Ville du
+Havre&quot; went down, out of three hundred and forty about fifty were
+saved. Out of this audience to-day, how many will get to the shore of
+heaven? It is no idle question for me to ask, for many of you I shall
+never see again until the day when the books are open.</p>
+
+<p>Some years ago there came down a fierce storm on the sea-coast, and a
+vessel got in the breakers and was going to pieces. They threw up some
+signal of distress, and the people on the shore saw them. They put out
+in a life-boat. They came on, and they saw the poor sailors, almost
+exhausted, clinging to a raft; and so afraid were the boatmen that the
+men would give up before they got to them, they gave them three rounds
+of cheers, and cried: &quot;Hold on, there! Hold on! We'll save you!&quot; After
+awhile the boat came up. One man was saved by having the boat-hook put
+in the collar of his coat; and some in one way, and some in another;
+but they all got into the boat. &quot;Now,&quot; says the captain, &quot;for the
+shore. Pull away now, pull!&quot; The people on the land were afraid the
+life-boat had gone down. They said: &quot;How long the boat stays. Why, it
+must have been swamped, and they have all perished together.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>And there were men and women on the pier-heads and on the beach
+wringing their hands; and while they waited and watched, they saw
+something looming up through the mist, and it turned out to be the
+life-boat. As soon as it came within speaking distance the people on
+the shore cried out: &quot;Did you save any of them? Did you save any of
+them?&quot; And as the boat swept through the boiling surf and came to the
+pier-head, the captain waved his hand over the exhausted sailors that
+lay flat on the bottom of the boat, and cried: &quot;All saved! Thank God!
+All saved!&quot; So may it be to-day. The waves of your sin run high, the
+storm is on you, the danger is appalling. Oh! shipwrecked soul, I have
+come for you. I cheer you with this Gospel hope. God grant that within
+the next ten minutes we may row with you into the harbor of God's
+mercy. And when these Christian men gather around to see the result of
+this service, and the glorified gathering on the pier-heads of heaven
+to watch and to listen, may we be able to report all saved! Young and
+old, good and bad! All saved! Saved from sin, and death, and hell.
+Saved for time. Saved for eternity. &quot;And so it came to pass that they
+all escaped safe to land.&quot;</p>
+
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+
+<a name="summer_temptations" id="summer_temptations"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>SUMMER TEMPTATIONS.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">&quot;Come ye yourselves apart unto a desert place and rest
+ awhile.&quot;&mdash;<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Mark</span> vi: 31.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>Here Christ advises His apostles to take a vacation. They have been
+living an excited as well as a useful life, and He advises that they
+get out into the country. When, six weeks ago, standing in this place,
+I advocated, with all the energy I could command, the Saturday
+afternoon holiday, I did not think the people would so soon get that
+release. By divine fiat it has come, and I rejoice that more people
+will have opportunity of recreation this summer than in any previous
+summer. Others will have whole weeks and months of rest. The railway
+trains are being laden with passengers and baggage on their way to the
+mountains and the lakes and the sea-shore. Multitudes of our citizens
+are packing their trunks for a restorative absence.</p>
+
+<p>The city heats are pursuing the people with torch and fear of
+sunstroke. The long silent halls of sumptuous hotels are all abuzz
+with excited arrivals. The crystalline surface of Winnipiseogee is
+shattered with the stroke of steamer, laden with excursionists. The
+antlers of Adirondack deer rattle under the shot of city sportsmen.
+The trout make fatal snaps at the hook of adroit sportsmen and toss
+their spotted brilliance into the game-basket. Already the baton of
+the orchestral leader taps the music-stand on the hotel green, and
+American life puts on festal array, and the rumbling of the tenpin
+alley, and the crack of the ivory balls on the green-baized billiard
+tables, and the jolting of the bar-room goblets, and the explosive
+uncorking of champagne bottles, and the whirl and the rustle of the
+ball-room dance, and the clattering hoofs of the race-courses, attest
+that the season for the great American watering-places is fairly
+inaugurated. Music&mdash;flute and drum and cornet-&agrave;-piston and clapping
+cymbals&mdash;will wake the echoes of the mountains.</p>
+
+<p>Glad I am that fagged-out American life for the most part will have an
+opportunity to rest, and that nerves racked and destroyed will find a
+Bethesda. I believe in watering-places. Let not the commercial firm
+begrudge the clerk, or the employer the journeyman, or the patient the
+physician, or the church its pastor, a season of inoccupation. Luther
+used to sport with his children; Edmund Burke used to caress his
+favorite horse; Thomas Chalmers, in the dark hours of the church's
+disruption, played kite for recreation&mdash;as I was told by his own
+daughter&mdash;and the busy Christ said to the busy apostles: &quot;Come ye
+apart awhile into the desert and rest yourselves.&quot; And I have observed
+that they who do not know how to rest do not know how to work.</p>
+
+<p>But I have to declare this truth to-day, that some of our fashionable
+watering-places are the temporal and eternal destruction of &quot;a
+multitude that no man can number,&quot; and amid the congratulations of
+this season and the prospect of the departure of many of you for the
+country I must utter a note of warning&mdash;plain, earnest, and
+unmistakable.</p>
+
+<p>I. The first temptation that is apt to hover in this direction is to
+leave your piety all at home. You will send the dog and cat and canary
+bird to be well cared for somewhere else; but the temptation will be
+to leave your religion in the room with the blinds down and the door
+bolted, and then you will come back in the autumn to find that it is
+starved and suffocated, lying stretched on the rug stark dead. There
+is no surplus of piety at the watering-places. I never knew any one to
+grow very rapidly in grace at the Catskill Mountain House, or Sharon
+Springs, or the Falls of Montmorency. It is generally the case that
+the Sabbath is more of a carousal than any other day, and there are
+Sunday walks and Sunday rides and Sunday excursions.</p>
+
+<p>Elders and deacons and ministers of religion who are entirely
+consistent at home, sometimes when the Sabbath dawns on them at
+Niagara Falls or the White Mountains take the day to themselves. If
+they go to the church, it is apt to be a sacred parade, and the
+discourse, instead of being a plain talk about the soul, is apt to be
+what is called <i>a crack sermon</i>&mdash;that is, some discourse picked out of
+the effusions of the year as the one most adapted to excite
+admiration; and in those churches, from the way the ladies hold their
+fans, you know that they are not so much impressed with the heat as
+with the picturesqueness of half-disclosed features. Four puny souls
+stand in the organ-loft and squall a tune that nobody knows, and
+worshipers, with two thousand dollars' worth of diamonds on the right
+hand, drop a cent into the poor-box, and then the benediction is
+pronounced and the farce is ended.</p>
+
+<p>The toughest thing I ever tried to do was to be good at a
+watering-place. The air is bewitched with &quot;the world, the flesh, and
+the devil.&quot; There are Christians who in three or four weeks in such a
+place have had such terrible rents made in their Christian robe that
+they had to keep darning it until Christmas to get it mended! The
+health of a great many people makes an annual visit to some mineral
+spring an absolute necessity; but, my dear people, take your Bible
+along with you, and take an hour for secret prayer every day, though
+you be surrounded by guffaw and saturnalia. Keep holy the Sabbath,
+though they denounce you as a bigoted Puritan. Stand off from those
+institutions which propose to imitate on this side the water the
+iniquities of Baden-Baden. Let your moral and your immortal health
+keep pace with your physical recuperation, and remember that all the
+waters of Hathorne and sulphur and chalybeate springs can not do you
+so much good as the mineral, healing, perennial flood that breaks
+forth from the &quot;Rock of Ages.&quot; This may be your last summer. If so,
+make it a fit vestibule of heaven.</p>
+
+<p>II. Another temptation around nearly all our watering-places is the
+horse-racing business. We all admire the horse. There needs to be a
+redistribution of coronets among the brute creation. For ages the lion
+has been called the king of beasts. I knock off its coronet and put
+the crown upon the horse, in every way nobler, whether in shape or
+spirit or sagacity or intelligence or affection or usefulness. He is
+semi-human, and knows how to reason on a small scale. The centaur of
+olden times, part horse and part man, seems to be a suggestion of the
+fact that the horse is something more than a beast.</p>
+
+<p>Job sets forth his strength, his beauty, his majesty, the panting of
+his nostril, the pawing of his hoof, and his enthusiasm for the
+battle. What Rosa Bonheur did for the cattle, and what Landseer did
+for the dog, Job, with mightier pencil, does for the horse.
+Eighty-eight times does the Bible speak of him. He comes into every
+kingly procession and into every great occasion and into every
+triumph. It is very evident that Job and David and Isaiah and Ezekiel
+and Jeremiah and John were fond of the horse. He came into much of
+their imagery. A red horse&mdash;that meant war; a black horse&mdash;that meant
+famine; a pale horse&mdash;that meant death; a white horse&mdash;that meant
+victory.</p>
+
+<p>As the Bible makes a favorite of the horse, the patriarch and the
+prophet and the evangelist and the apostle, stroking his sleek hide,
+and patting his rounded neck, and tenderly lifting his exquisitely
+formed hoof, and listening with a thrill to the champ of his bit, so
+all great natures in all ages have spoken of him in encomiastic terms.
+Virgil in his Georgics almost seems to plagiarize from the description
+of Job. The Duke of Wellington would not allow any one irreverently to
+touch his old war-horse, Copenhagen, on whom he had ridden fifteen
+hours without dismounting at Waterloo; and when old Copenhagen died,
+his master ordered a military salute fired over his grave. John
+Howard showed that he did not exhaust all his sympathies in pitying
+the human race, for when sick he writes home: &quot;Has my old chaise-horse
+become sick or spoiled?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>But we do not think that the speed of the horse should be cultured at
+the expense of human degradation. Horse-races, in olden times, were
+under the ban of Christian people, and in our day the same institution
+has come up under fictitious names, and it is called a &quot;Summer
+Meeting,&quot; almost suggestive of positive religious exercises. And it is
+called an &quot;Agricultural Fair,&quot; suggestive of everything that is
+improving in the art of farming. But under these deceptive titles are
+the same cheating and the same betting, the same drunkenness and the
+same vagabondage and the same abominations that were to be found under
+the old horse-racing system.</p>
+
+<p>I never knew a man yet who could give himself to the pleasures of the
+turf for a long reach of time, and not be battered in morals. They
+hook up their spanking team, and put on their sporting-cap, and light
+their cigar, and take the reins, and dash down the road to perdition.
+The great day at Saratoga, and Long Branch, and Cape May, and nearly
+all the other watering-places, is the day of the races. The hotels are
+thronged, nearly every kind of equipage is taken up at an almost
+fabulous price, and there are many respectable people mingling with
+jockeys, and gamblers, and libertines, and foul-mouthed men and flashy
+women. The bar-tender stirs up the brandy-smash. The bets run high.
+The greenhorns, supposing all is fair, put in their money soon enough
+to lose it. Three weeks before the race takes place the struggle is
+decided, and the men in the secret know on which steed to bet their
+money. The two men on the horses riding around long before arranged
+who shall beat.</p>
+
+<p>Leaning from the stand or from the carriage are men and women so
+absorbed in the struggle of bone and muscle and mettle that they make
+a grand harvest for the pickpockets, who carry off the pocket-books
+and portemonnaies. Men looking on see only two horses with two riders
+flying around the ring; but there is many a man on that stand whose
+honor and domestic happiness and fortune&mdash;white mane, white foot,
+white flank&mdash;are in the ring, racing with inebriety, and with fraud,
+and with profanity, and with ruin&mdash;black neck, black foot, black
+flank. Neck and neck they go in that moral Epsom.</p>
+
+<p>Ah, my friends, have nothing to do with horse-racing dissipations this
+summer. Long ago the English government got through looking to the
+turf for the dragoon and light-cavalry horse. They found the turf
+depreciates the stock, and it is yet worse for men. Thomas Hughes, the
+member of parliament and the author, known all the world over, hearing
+that a new turf enterprise was being started in this country, wrote a
+letter, in which he said: &quot;Heaven help you, then; for of all the
+cankers of our old civilization there is nothing in this country
+approaching in unblushing meanness, in rascality holding its head
+high, to this belauded institution of the British turf.&quot; Another
+famous sportsman writes: &quot;How many fine domains have been shared among
+these hosts of rapacious sharks during the last two hundred years; and
+unless the system be altered, how many more are doomed to fall into
+the same gulf!&quot; The Duke of Hamilton, through his horse-racing
+proclivities, in three years got through his entire fortune of
+&pound;70,000, and I will say that some of you are being undermined by it.
+With the bull-fights of Spain and the bear-baitings of the pit may the
+Lord God annihilate the infamous and accursed horse-racing of England
+and America.</p>
+
+<p>III. I go further, and speak of another temptation that hovers over
+the watering-places; and this is the temptation to sacrifice physical
+strength. The modern Bethesda was intended to recuperate the physical
+health; and yet how many come from the watering-places, their health
+absolutely destroyed! New York and Brooklyn idiots boasting of having
+imbibed twenty glasses of Congress water before breakfast. Families
+accustomed to going to bed at ten o'clock at night gossiping until one
+or two o'clock in the morning. Dyspeptics, usually very cautious about
+their health, mingling ice-creams, and lemons, and lobster-salads, and
+cocoa-nuts, until the gastric juices lift up all their voices of
+lamentation and protest. Delicate women and brainless young men
+chassezing themselves into vertigo and catalepsy. Thousands of men and
+women coming back from our watering-places in the autumn with the
+foundations laid for ailments that will last them all their life long.
+You know as well as I do that this is the simple truth.</p>
+
+<p>In the summer you say to your good health: &quot;Good-bye, I am going to
+have a good time for a little while. I will be very glad to see you
+again in the autumn.&quot; Then in the autumn, when you are hard at work in
+your office, or store, or shop, or counting-room, Good Health will
+come and say: &quot;Good-bye, I am going.&quot; You say: &quot;Where are you going?&quot;
+&quot;Oh,&quot; says Good Health, &quot;I am going to take a vacation!&quot; It is a poor
+rule that will not work both ways, and your good health will leave you
+choleric and splenetic and exhausted. You coquetted with your good
+health in the summer-time, and your good health is coquetting with you
+in the winter-time. A fragment of Paul's charge to the jailer would be
+an appropriate inscription for the hotel-register in every
+watering-place: &quot;Do thyself no harm.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>IV. Another temptation hovering around the watering-place is to the
+formation of hasty and life-long alliances. The watering-places are
+responsible for more of the domestic infelicities of this country than
+all the other things combined. Society is so artificial there that no
+sure judgment of character can be formed. Those who form
+companionships amid such circumstances go into a lottery where there
+are twenty blanks to one prize. In the severe tug of life you want
+more than glitter and splash. Life is not a ball-room where the music
+decides the step, and bow and prance and graceful swing of long trail
+can make up for strong common sense. You might as well go among the
+gayly painted yachts of a summer regatta to find war vessels as to go
+among the light spray of the summer watering-place to find character
+that can stand the test of the great struggle of human life. Ah, in
+the battle of life you want a stronger weapon than a lace fan or a
+croquet mallet! The load of life is so heavy that in order to draw it,
+you want a team stronger than one made up of a masculine grasshopper
+and a feminine butterfly.</p>
+
+<p>If there is any man in the community that excites my contempt, and
+that ought to excite the contempt of every man and woman, it is the
+soft-handed, soft-headed fop, who, perfumed until the air is actually
+sick, spends his summer in taking killing attitudes, and waving
+sentimental adieus, and talking infinitesimal nothings, and finding
+his heaven in the set of a lavender kid-glove. Boots as tight as an
+Inquisition, two hours of consummate skill exhibited in the tie of a
+flaming cravat, his conversation made up of &quot;Ah's&quot; and &quot;Oh's&quot; and
+&quot;He-hee's.&quot; It would take five hundred of them stewed down to make a
+teaspoonful of calves-foot jelly. There is only one counterpart to
+such a man as that, and that is the frothy young woman at the
+watering-place, her conversation made up of French moonshine; what she
+has on her head only equaled by what she has on her back; useless ever
+since she was born, and to be useless until she is dead: and what they
+will do with her in the next world I do not know, except to set her
+upon the banks of the River Life for eternity to look sweet! God
+intends us to admire music and fair faces and graceful step, but amid
+the heartlessness and the inflation and the fantastic influences of
+our modern watering-places, beware how you make life-long covenants!</p>
+
+<p>V. Another temptation that will hover over the watering-place is that
+of baneful literature. Almost every one starting off for the summer
+takes some reading matter. It is a book out of the library or off the
+bookstand, or bought of the boy hawking books through the cars. I
+really believe there is more pestiferous trash read among the
+intelligent classes in July and August than in all the other ten
+months of the year. Men and women who at home would not be satisfied
+with a book that was not really sensible, I found sitting on
+hotel-piazzas or under the trees reading books the index of which
+would make them blush if they knew that you knew what the book was.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh,&quot; they say, &quot;you must have intellectual recreation!&quot; Yes. There is
+no need that you take along into a watering-place &quot;Hamilton's
+Metaphysics&quot; or some thunderous discourse on the eternal decrees, or
+&quot;Faraday's Philosophy.&quot; There are many easy books that are good. You
+might as well say: &quot;I propose now to give a little rest to my
+digestive organs; and, instead of eating heavy meat and vegetables, I
+will for a little while take lighter food&mdash;a little strychnine and a
+few grains of ratsbane.&quot; Literary poison in August is as bad as
+literary poison in December. Mark that. Do not let the frogs and the
+lice of a corrupt printing-press jump and crawl into your Saratoga
+trunk or White Mountain valise.</p>
+
+<p>Would it not be an awful thing for you to be struck with lightning
+some day when you had in your hand one of these paper-covered
+romances&mdash;the hero a Parisian <i>rou&eacute;</i>, the heroine an unprincipled
+flirt&mdash;chapters in the book that you would not read to your children
+at the rate of $100 a line? Throw out all that stuff from your summer
+baggage. Are there not good books that are easy to read&mdash;books of
+entertaining travel, books of congenial history, books of pure fun,
+books of poetry ringing with merry canto, books of fine engravings,
+books that will rest the mind as well as purify the heart and elevate
+the whole life? My hearers, there will not be an hour between this
+and the day of your death when you can afford to read a book lacking
+in moral principle.</p>
+
+<p>VI. Another temptation hovering all around our watering-places is the
+intoxicating beverage. I am told that it is becoming more and more
+fashionable for woman to drink. I care not how well a woman may dress,
+if she has taken enough of wine to flush her cheek and put glassiness
+on her eyes, she is intoxicated. She may be handed into a $2500
+carriage, and have diamonds enough to confound the Tiffanys&mdash;she is
+intoxicated. She may be a graduate of Packer Institute, and the
+daughter of some man in danger of being nominated for the
+Presidency&mdash;she is drunk. You may have a larger vocabulary than I
+have, and you may say in regard to her that she is &quot;convivial,&quot; or she
+is &quot;merry,&quot; or she is &quot;festive,&quot; or she is &quot;exhilarated,&quot; but you can
+not with all your garlands of verbiage cover up the plain fact that it
+is an old-fashioned case of drunk.</p>
+
+<p>Now, the watering-places are full of temptations to men and women to
+tipple. At the close of the tenpin or billiard-game they tipple. At
+the close of the cotillon they tipple. Seated on the piazza cooling
+themselves off they tipple. The tinged glasses come around with bright
+straws, and they tipple. First they take &quot;light wines,&quot; as they call
+them; but &quot;light wines&quot; are heavy enough to debase the appetite. There
+is not a very long road between champagne at $5 a bottle and whiskey
+at five cents a glass.</p>
+
+<p>Satan has three or four grades down which he takes men to destruction.
+One man he takes up, and through one spree pitches him into eternal
+darkness. That is a rare case. Very seldom, indeed, can you find a man
+who will be such a fool as that.</p>
+
+<p>When a man goes down to destruction Satan brings him to a plane. It is
+almost a level. The depression is so slight that you can hardly see
+it. The man does not actually know that he is on the down grade, and
+it tips only a little toward darkness&mdash;just a little. And the first
+mile it is claret, and the second mile it is sherry, and the third
+mile it is punch, and the fourth mile it is ale, and the fifth mile it
+is porter, and the sixth mile it is brandy, and then it gets steeper
+and steeper and steeper, and the man gets frightened and says, &quot;Oh,
+let me get off!&quot; &quot;No,&quot; says the conductor, &quot;this is an express train,
+and it does not stop until it gets to the Grand Central Depot at
+Smashupton.&quot; Ah, &quot;look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it
+giveth its color in the cup, when it moveth itself aright. At the last
+it biteth like a serpent and stingeth like an adder.&quot; And if any young
+man in my congregation should get astray this summer in this direction
+it will not be because I have not given him fair warning.</p>
+
+<p>My friends, whether you tarry at home&mdash;which will be quite as safe and
+perhaps quite as comfortable&mdash;or go into the country, arm yourself
+against temptation. The grace of God is the only safe shelter, whether
+in town or country. There are watering-places accessible to all of us.
+You can not open a book of the Bible without finding out some such
+watering-place. Fountains open for sin and uncleanliness; wells of
+salvation; streams from Lebanon; a flood struck out of the rock by
+Moses; fountains in the wilderness discovered by Hagar; water to
+drink and water to bathe in; the river of God, which is full of water;
+water of which if a man drink he shall never thirst; wells of water in
+the Valley of Baca; living fountains of water; a pure river of water
+as clear as crystal from under the throne of God.</p>
+
+<p>These are watering-places accessible to all of us. We do not have a
+laborious packing up before we start&mdash;only the throwing away of our
+transgressions. No expensive hotel bills to pay; it is &quot;without money
+and without price.&quot; No long and dirty travel before we get there; it
+is only one step away. California in five minutes. I walked around and
+saw ten fountains, all bubbling up, and they were all different. And
+in five minutes I can get through this Bible <i>parterre</i> and find you
+fifty bright, sparkling fountains bubbling up into eternal life.</p>
+
+<p>A chemist will go to one of these summer watering-places and take the
+water and analyze it and tell you that it contains so much of iron,
+and so much of soda, and so much of lime, and so much of magnesia. I
+come to this Gospel well, this living fountain and analyze the water,
+and I find that its ingredients are peace, pardon, forgiveness, hope,
+comfort, life, heaven. &quot;Ho, every one that thirsteth, come ye&quot; to this
+watering-place!</p>
+
+<p>Crowd around this Bethesda this morning! Oh, you sick, you lame, you
+troubled, you dying&mdash;crowd around this Bethesda! Step in it! Oh, step
+in it! The angel of the covenant this morning stirs the water. Why do
+you not step in it? Some of you are too weak to take a step in that
+direction. Then we take you up in the arms of our closing prayer and
+plunge you clean under the wave, hoping that the cure may be as sudden
+and as radical as with Captain Naaman, who, blotched and carbuncled,
+stepped into the Jordan, and after the seventh dive came up, his skin
+roseate-complexioned as the flesh of a little child.</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+
+<a name="the_banished_queen" id="the_banished_queen"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>THE BANISHED QUEEN.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">
+&quot;Also Vashti the queen made a feast for the women in the royal
+ house which belonged to King Ahasuerus. On the seventh day
+ when the heart of the king was merry with wine, he commanded
+ Mehuman, Biztha, Harbona, Bigtha, and Abagtha, Zethar, and
+ Carcas, the seven chamberlains that served in the presence of
+ Ahasuerus the king, to bring Vashti the queen before the king
+ with the crown royal, to show the people and the princes her
+ beauty: for she was fair to look on. But the Queen Vashti
+ refused to come at the king's commandment by his chamberlains;
+ therefore was the king very wroth, and his anger burned in
+ him.&quot;&mdash;<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Esther</span> i: 9-12.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>We stand amid the palaces of Shushan. The pinnacles are aflame with
+the morning light. The columns rise festooned and wreathed, the wealth
+of empires flashing from the grooves; the ceilings adorned with images
+of bird and beast, and scenes of prowess and conquest. The walls are
+hung with shields, and emblazoned until it seems that the whole round
+of splendors is exhausted. Each arch is a mighty leaf of architectural
+achievement. Golden stars shining down on glowing arabesque. Hangings
+of embroidered work in which mingle the blueness of the sky, the
+greenness of the grass, and the whiteness of the sea-foam. Tapestries
+hung on silver rings, wedding together the pillars of marble.
+Pavilions reaching out in every direction. These for repose, filled
+with luxuriant couches, in which weary limbs sink until all fatigue is
+submerged. Those for carousal, where kings drink down a kingdom at one
+swallow.</p>
+
+<p>Amazing spectacle!</p>
+
+<p>Light of silver dripping down over stairs of ivory on shields of gold.
+Floors of stained marble, sunset red and night black, and inlaid with
+gleaming pearl.</p>
+
+<p>In connection with this palace there is a garden, where the mighty men
+of foreign lands are seated at a banquet. Under the spread of oak and
+linden and acacia the tables are arranged. The breath of honeysuckle
+and frankincense fills the air. Fountains leap up into the light, the
+spray struck through with rainbows falling in crystalline baptism upon
+flowering shrubs&mdash;then rolling down through channels of marble, and
+widening out here and there into pools swirling with the finny tribes
+of foreign aquariums, bordered with scarlet anemones, hypericums, and
+many-colored ranunculi.</p>
+
+<p>Meats of rarest bird and beast smoking up amid wreaths of aromatics.
+The vases filled with apricots and almonds. The baskets piled up with
+apricots and figs and oranges and pomegranates. Melons tastefully
+twined with leaves of acacia. The bright waters of Eul&aelig;us filling the
+urns and dropping outside the rim in flashing beads amid the
+traceries. Wine from the royal vats of Ispahan and Shiraz, in bottles
+of tinged shell, and lily-shaped cups of silver, and flagons and
+tankards of solid gold. The music rises higher, and the revelry breaks
+out into wilder transport, and the wine has flushed the cheek and
+touched the brain, and louder than all other voices are the hiccough
+of the inebriates, the gabble of fools, and the song of the drunkards.</p>
+
+<p>In another part of the palace, Queen Vashti is entertaining the
+princesses of Persia at a banquet. Drunken Ahasuerus says to his
+servants, &quot;You go out and fetch Vashti from, that banquet with the
+women, and bring her to this banquet with the men, and let me display
+her beauty.&quot; The servants immediately start to obey the king's
+command; but there was a rule in Oriental society that no woman might
+appear in public without having her face veiled. Yet here was a
+mandate that no one dare dispute, demanding that Vashti come in
+unveiled before the multitude. However, there was in Vashti's soul a
+principle more regal than Ahasuerus, more brilliant than the gold of
+Shushan, of more wealth than the realm of Persia, which commanded her
+to disobey this order of the king; and so all the righteousness and
+holiness and modesty of her nature rise up into one sublime refusal.
+She says, &quot;I will not go into the banquet unveiled.&quot; Ahasuerus was
+infuriate; and Vashti, robbed of her position and her estate, is
+driven forth in poverty and ruin to suffer the scorn of a nation, and
+yet to receive the applause of after generations, who shall rise up to
+admire this martyr to kingly insolence. Well, the last vestige of that
+feast is gone; the last garland has faded; the last arch has fallen;
+the last tankard has been destroyed; and Shushan is a ruin; but as
+long as the world stands there will be multitudes of men and women,
+familiar with the Bible, who will come into this picture-gallery of
+God and admire the divine portrait of Vashti the queen, Vashti the
+veiled, Vashti the sacrifice, Vashti the silent.</p>
+
+<p>I. In the first place, I want you to look upon Vashti the queen. A
+blue ribbon, rayed with white, drawn around her forehead, indicated
+her queenly position. It was no small honor to be queen in such a
+realm as that. Hark to the rustle of her robes! See the blaze of her
+jewels! And yet, my friends, it is not necessary to have place and
+regal robe in order to be queenly. When I see a woman with stout faith
+in God, putting her foot upon all meanness and selfishness and godless
+display, going right forward to serve Christ and the race by a grand
+and a glorious service, I say: &quot;That woman is a queen,&quot; and the ranks
+of heaven look over the battlements upon the coronation; and whether
+she comes up from the shanty on the commons or the mansion of the
+fashionable square, I greet her with the shout, &quot;All hail, Queen
+Vashti!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>What glory was there on the brow of Mary of Scotland, or Elizabeth of
+England, or Margaret of France, or Catherine of Russia, compared with
+the worth of some of our Christian mothers, many of them gone into
+glory?&mdash;or of that woman mentioned in the Scriptures, who put her all
+into the Lord's treasury?&mdash;or of Jephtha's daughter, who made a
+demonstration of unselfish patriotism?&mdash;or of Abigail, who rescued the
+herds and flocks of her husband? &mdash;or of Ruth, who toiled under a
+tropical sun for poor, old, helpless Naomi?&mdash;or of Florence
+Nightingale, who went at midnight to stanch the battle wounds of the
+Crimea?&mdash;or of Mrs. Adoniram Judson, who kindled the lights of
+salvation amid the darkness of Burmah?&mdash;or of Mrs. Hemans, who poured
+out her holy soul in words which will forever be associated with
+hunter's horn, and captive's chain, and bridal hour, and lute's throb,
+and curfew's knell at the dying day?&mdash;and scores and hundreds of
+women, unknown on earth, who have given water to the thirsty, and
+bread to the hungry, and medicine to the sick, and smiles to the
+discouraged&mdash;their footsteps heard along dark lane and in government
+hospital, and in almshouse corridor, and by prison gate? There may be
+no royal robe&mdash;there may be no palatial surroundings. She does not
+need them; for all charitable men will unite with the crackling lips
+of fever-struck hospital and plague-blotched lazaretto in greeting her
+as she passes: &quot;Hail! Hail! Queen Vashti!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>II. Again, I want you to consider Vashti the veiled. Had she appeared
+before Ahasuerus and his court on that day with her face uncovered she
+would have shocked all the delicacies of Oriental society, and the
+very men who in their intoxication demanded that she come, in their
+sober moments would have despised her. As some flowers seem to thrive
+best in the dark lane and in the shadow, and where the sun does not
+seem to reach them, so God appoints to most womanly natures a retiring
+and unobtrusive spirit.</p>
+
+<p>God once in awhile does call an Isabella to a throne, or a Miriam to
+strike the timbrel at the front of a host, or a Marie Antoinette to
+quell a French mob, or a Deborah to stand at the front of an armed
+battalion, crying out, &quot;Up! Up! This is the day in which the Lord will
+deliver Sisera into thy hands.&quot; And when the women are called to such
+out-door work and to such heroic positions, God prepares them for it;
+and they have iron in their soul, and lightnings in their eye, and
+whirlwinds in their breath, and the borrowed strength of the Lord
+Omnipotent in their right arm. They walk through furnaces as though
+they were hedges of wild-flowers, and cross seas as though they were
+shimmering sapphire; and all the harpies of hell down to their dungeon
+at the stamp of womanly indignation.</p>
+
+<p>But these are the exceptions. Generally, Dorcas would rather make a
+garment for the poor boy; Rebecca would rather fill the trough for the
+camels; Hannah would rather make a coat for Samuel; the Hebrew maid
+would rather give a prescription for Naaman's leprosy; the woman of
+Sarepta would rather gather a few sticks to cook a meal for famished
+Elijah; Phebe would rather carry a letter for the inspired apostle;
+Mother Lois would rather educate Timothy in the Scriptures. When I see
+a woman going about her daily duty, with cheerful dignity presiding at
+the table, with kind and gentle, but firm discipline presiding in the
+nursery, going out into the world without any blast of trumpets,
+following in the footsteps of Him who went about doing good&mdash;I say:
+&quot;This is Vashti with a veil on.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>But when I see a woman of unblushing boldness, loud-voiced, with a
+tongue of infinite clitter-clatter, with arrogant look, passing
+through the streets with the step of a walking-beam, gayly arrayed in
+a very hurricane of millinery, I cry out: &quot;Vashti has lost her veil!&quot;
+When I see a woman struggling for political preferment&mdash;trying to
+force her way on up to the ballot-box, amid the masculine demagogues
+who stand, with swollen fists and bloodshot eyes and pestiferous
+breath, to guard the polls&mdash;wanting to go through the loaferism and
+the defilement of popular sovereigns, who crawl up from the saloons
+greasy and foul and vermin-covered, to decide questions of justice and
+order and civilization&mdash;when I see a woman, I say, who wants to press
+through all that horrible scum to get to the ballot-box, I say: &quot;Ah,
+what a pity! Vashti has lost her veil!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>When I see a woman of comely features, and of adroitness of intellect,
+and endowed with all that the schools can do for one, and of high
+social position, yet moving in society with superciliousness and
+<i>hauteur</i>, as though she would have people know their place, and with
+an undefined combination of giggle and strut and rhodomontade, endowed
+with allopathic quantities of talk, but only homeopathic
+infinitesimals of sense, the terror of dry-goods clerks and railroad
+conductors, discoverers of significant meanings in plain conversation,
+prodigies of badinage and innuendo&mdash;I say: &quot;Vashti has lost her veil.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>III. Again, I want you this morning to consider Vashti the sacrifice.
+Who is this that I see coming out of that palace gate of Shushan? It
+seems to me that I have seen her before. She comes homeless,
+houseless, friendless, trudging along with a broken heart. Who is she?
+It is Vashti the sacrifice. Oh! what a change it was from regal
+position to a wayfarer's crust! A little while ago, approved and
+sought for; now, none so poor as to acknowledge her acquaintanceship.
+Vashti the sacrifice!</p>
+
+<p>Ah! you and I have seen it many a time. Here is a home empalaced with
+beauty. All that refinement and books and wealth can do for that home
+has been done; but Ahasuerus, the husband and the father, is taking
+hold on paths of sin. He is gradually going down. After awhile he will
+flounder and struggle like a wild beast in the hunter's net&mdash;further
+away from God, further away from the right. Soon the bright apparel of
+the children will turn to rags; soon the household song will become
+the sobbing of a broken heart. The old story over again. Brutal
+Centaurs breaking up the marriage feast of Lapith&aelig;. The house full of
+outrage and cruelty and abomination, while trudging forth from the
+palace gate are Vashti and her children. There are homes represented
+in this house this morning that are in danger of such breaking-up. Oh,
+Ahasuerus! that you should stand in a home, by a dissipated life
+destroying the peace and comfort of that home. God forbid that your
+children should ever have to wring their hands, and have people point
+their finger at them as they pass down the street, and say, &quot;There
+goes a drunkard's child.&quot; God forbid that the little feet should ever
+have to trudge the path of poverty and wretchedness! God forbid that
+any evil spirit born of the wine-cup or the brandy-glass should come
+forth and uproot that garden, and with a lasting, blistering,
+all-consuming curse, shut forever the palace gate against Vashti and
+the children.</p>
+
+<p>One night during the war I went to Hagerstown to look at the army, and
+I stood on a hill-top and looked down upon them. I saw the camp-fires
+all through the valleys and all over the hills. It was a weird
+spectacle, those camp-fires, and I stood and watched them; and the
+soldiers who were gathered around them were, no doubt, talking of
+their homes, and of the long march they had taken, and of the battles
+they were to fight; but after awhile I saw these camp-fires begin to
+lower; and they continued to lower, until they were all gone out, and
+the army slept. It was imposing when I saw the camp-fires; it was
+imposing in the darkness when I thought of that great host asleep.
+Well, God looks down from heaven, and He sees the fireside of
+Christendom and the loved ones gathered around these firesides. These
+are the camp-fires where we warm ourselves at the close of day, and
+talk over the battles of life we have fought and the battles that are
+yet to come. God grant that when at last these fires begin to go out,
+and continue to lower until finally they are extinguished, and the
+ashes of consumed hopes strew the hearth of the old homestead, it may
+be because we have</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;Gone to sleep that last long sleep,<br /></span>
+<span>From which none ever wake to weep.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Now we are an army on the march of life. Then we shall be an army
+bivouacked in the tent of the grave.</p>
+
+<p>IV. Once more: I want you to look at Vashti the silent. You do not
+hear any outcry from this woman as she goes forth from the palace
+gate. From the very dignity of her nature, you know there will be no
+vociferation. Sometimes in life it is necessary to make a retort;
+sometimes in life it is necessary to resist; but there are crises when
+the most triumphant thing to do is to keep silence. The philosopher,
+confident in his newly discovered principle, waited for the coming of
+more intelligent generations, willing that men should laugh at the
+lightning-rod and cotton-gin and steam-boat&mdash;waiting for long years
+through the scoffing of philosophical schools, in grand and
+magnificent silence.</p>
+
+<p>Galileo, condemned by mathematicians and monks and cardinals,
+caricatured everywhere, yet waiting and watching with his telescope to
+see the coming up of stellar reenforcements, when the stars in their
+courses would fight for the Copernican system; then sitting down in
+complete blindness and deafness to wait for the coming on of the
+generations who would build his monument and bow at his grave. The
+reformer, execrated by his contemporaries, fastened in a pillory, the
+slow fires of public contempt burning under him, ground under the
+cylinders of the printing-press, yet calmly waiting for the day when
+purity of soul and heroism of character will get the sanction of earth
+and the plaudits of heaven.</p>
+
+<p>Affliction enduring without any complaint the sharpness of the pang,
+and the violence of the storm, and the heft of the chain, and the
+darkness of the night&mdash;waiting until a Divine hand shall be put forth
+to soothe the pang, and hush the storm, and release the captive. A
+wife abused, persecuted, and a perpetual exile from every earthly
+comfort&mdash;waiting, waiting, until the Lord shall gather up His dear
+children in a heavenly home, and no poor Vashti will ever be thrust
+out from the palace gate.</p>
+
+<p>Jesus, in silence and answering not a word, drinking the gall, bearing
+the cross, in prospect of the rapturous consummation when</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;Angels thronged their chariot wheel,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And bore Him to His throne,<br /></span>
+<span>Then swept their golden harps and sung,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'The glorious work is done!'&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Oh, woman! does not this story of Vashti the queen, Vashti the veiled,
+Vashti the sacrifice, Vashti the silent, move your soul? My sermon
+converges into the one absorbing hope that none of you may be shut out
+of the palace gate of heaven. You can endure the hardships, and the
+privations, and the cruelties, and the misfortunes of this life if you
+can only gain admission there. Through the blood of the everlasting
+covenant you go through those gates, or never go at all. God forbid
+that you should at last be banished from the society of angels, and
+banished from the companionship of your glorified kindred, and
+banished forever. Through the rich grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, may
+you be enabled to imitate the example of Rachel, and Hannah, and
+Abigail, and Deborah, and Mary, and Esther, and Vashti.</p>
+
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="the_day_we_live_in" id="the_day_we_live_in"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>THE DAY WE LIVE IN.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">
+&quot;Who knoweth whether thou art come to the kingdom for such a
+ time as this?&quot;&mdash;
+<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Esther</span> iv. 14.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>Esther the beautiful was the wife of Ahasuerus the abominable. The
+time had come for her to present a petition to her infamous husband in
+behalf of the Jewish nation, to which she had once belonged. She was
+afraid to undertake the work, lest she should lose her own life; but
+her uncle, Mordecai, who had brought her up, encouraged her with the
+suggestion that probably she had been raised up of God for that
+peculiar mission. &quot;Who knoweth whether thou art come to the kingdom
+for such a time as this?&quot; Esther had her God-appointed work; you and I
+have ours. It is my business to tell you what style of men and women
+you ought to be in order that you meet the demand of the age in which
+God has cast your lot. If you have come expecting to hear abstractions
+discussed, or dry technicalities of religion glorified, you have come
+to the wrong church; but if you really would like to know what this
+age has a right to expect of you as Christian men and women, then I am
+ready in the Lord's name to look you in the face. When two armies have
+rushed into battle the officers of either army do not want a
+philosophical discussion about the chemical properties of human blood
+or the nature of gunpowder; they want some one to man the batteries
+and swab out the guns. And now, when all the forces of light and
+darkness, of heaven and hell, have plunged into the fight, it is no
+time to give ourselves to the definitions and formulas and
+technicalities and conventionalities of religion.</p>
+
+<p>What we want is practical, earnest, concentrated, enthusiastic, and
+triumphant help.</p>
+
+<p>I. In the first place, in order to meet the special demand of this
+age, you need to be an unmistakably aggressive Christian. Of
+half-and-half Christians we do not want any more. The Church of Jesus
+Christ will be better without ten thousand of them. They are the chief
+obstacle to the Church's advancement. I am speaking of another kind of
+Christian. All the appliances for your becoming an earnest Christian
+are at your hand, and there is a straight path for you into the broad
+daylight of God's forgiveness. You may have come into this Tabernacle
+the bondsmen of the world, and yet before you go out of these doors
+you may become princes of the Lord God Almighty. You remember what
+excitement there was in this country, years ago, when the Prince of
+Wales came here&mdash;how the people rushed out by hundreds of thousands to
+see him. Why? Because they expected that some day he would sit upon
+the throne of England. But what was all that honor compared with the
+honor to which God calls you&mdash;to be sons and daughters of the Lord
+Almighty; yea, to be queens and kings unto God? &quot;They shall reign with
+Him forever and forever.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>But, my friends, you need to be aggressive Christians, and not like
+those persons who spend their lives in hugging their Christian graces
+and wondering why they do not make any progress. How much robustness
+of health would a man have if he hid himself in a dark closet? A great
+deal of the piety of the day is too exclusive. It hides itself. It
+needs more fresh air, more out-door exercise. There are many
+Christians who are giving their entire life to self-examination. They
+are feeling their pulses to see what is the condition of their
+spiritual health. How long would a man have robust physical health if
+he kept all the days and weeks and months and years of his life
+feeling his pulse instead of going out into active, earnest, every-day
+work?</p>
+
+<p>I was once amid the wonderful, bewitching cactus growths of North
+Carolina. I never was more bewildered with the beauty of flowers, and
+yet when I would take up one of these cactuses and pull the leaves
+apart, the beauty was all gone. You could hardly tell that it had ever
+been a flower. And there are a great many Christian people in this day
+just pulling apart their Christian experiences to see what there is in
+them, and there is nothing left in them. This style of
+self-examination is a damage instead of an advantage to their
+Christian character. I remember when I was a boy I used to have a
+small piece in the garden that I called my own, and I planted corn
+there, and every few days I would pull it up to see how fast it was
+growing. Now, there are a great many Christian people in this day
+whose self-examination merely amounts to the pulling up of that which
+they only yesterday or the day before planted.</p>
+
+<p>O my friends! if you want to have a stalwart Christian character,
+plant it right out of doors in the great field of Christian
+usefulness, and though storms may come upon it, and though the hot sun
+of trial may try to consume it, it will thrive until it becomes a
+great tree, in which the fowls of heaven may have their habitation. I
+have no patience with these flower-pot Christians. They keep
+themselves under shelter, and all their Christian experience in a
+small, exclusive circle, when they ought to plant it in the great
+garden of the Lord, so that the whole atmosphere could be aromatic
+with their Christian usefulness. What we want in the Church of God is
+more brawn of piety.</p>
+
+<p>The century plant is wonderfully suggestive and wonderfully beautiful,
+but I never look at it without thinking of its parsimony. It lets
+whole generations go by before it puts forth one blossom; so I have
+really more heartfelt admiration when I see the dewy tears in the blue
+eyes of the violets, for they come every spring. My Christian friends,
+time is going by so rapidly that we can not afford to be idle.</p>
+
+<p>A recent statistician says that human life now has an average of only
+thirty-two years. From these thirty-two years you must subtract all
+the time you take for sleep and the taking of food and recreation;
+that will leave you about sixteen years. From those sixteen years you
+must subtract all the time that you are necessarily engaged in the
+earning of a livelihood; that will leave you about eight years. From
+those eight years you must take all the days and weeks and months&mdash;all
+the length of time that is passed in childhood and sickness, leaving
+you about one year in which to work for God. Oh, my soul, wake up!
+How darest thou sleep in harvest-time and with so few hours in which
+to reap? So that I state it as a simple fact that all the time that
+the vast majority of you will have for the exclusive service of God
+will be less than one year!</p>
+
+<p>&quot;But,&quot; says some man, &quot;I liberally support the Gospel, and the church
+is open and the Gospel is preached: all the spiritual advantages are
+spread before men, and if they want to be saved, let them come to be
+saved; I have discharged all my responsibility.&quot; Ah! is that the
+Master's spirit? Is there not an old Book somewhere that commands us
+to go out into the highways and the hedges and compel the people to
+come in? What would have become of you and me if Christ had not come
+down off the hills of heaven, and if He had not come through the door
+of the Bethlehem caravansary, and if He had not with the crushed hand
+of the crucifixion knocked at the iron gate of the sepulcher of our
+spiritual death, crying, &quot;Lazarus, come forth&quot;? Oh, my Christian
+friends, this is no time for inertia, when all the forces of darkness
+seem to be in full blast; when steam printing-presses are publishing
+infidel tracts; when express railroad trains are carrying messengers
+of sin; when fast clippers are laden with opium and rum; when the
+night-air of our cities is polluted with the laughter that breaks up
+from the ten thousand saloons of dissipation and abandonment; when the
+fires of the second death already are kindled in the cheeks of some
+who, only a little while ago, were incorrupt. Oh, never since the
+curse fell upon the earth has there been a time when it was such an
+unwise, such a cruel, such an awful thing for the Church to sleep!
+The great audiences are not gathered in the Christian churches; the
+great audiences are gathered in temples of sin&mdash;tears of unutterable
+woe their baptism, the blood of crushed hearts the awful wine of their
+sacrament, blasphemies their litany, and the groans of the lost world
+the organ dirge of their worship.</p>
+
+<p>II. Again, if you want to be qualified to meet the duties which this
+age demands of you, you must on the one hand avoid reckless
+iconoclasm, and on the other hand not stick too much to things because
+they are old. The air is full of new plans, new projects, new theories
+of government, new theologies, and I am amazed to see how so many
+Christians want only novelty in order to recommend a thing to their
+confidence; and so they vacillate and swing to and fro, and they are
+useless, and they are unhappy. New plans&mdash;secular, ethical,
+philosophical, religious, cisatlantic, transatlantic&mdash;long enough to
+make a line reaching from the German universities to Great Salt Lake
+City. Ah, my brother, do not take hold of a thing merely because it is
+new. Try it by the realities of a Judgment Day.</p>
+
+<p>But, on the other hand, do not adhere to any thing merely because it
+is old. There is not a single enterprise of the Church or the world
+but has sometimes been scoffed at. There was a time when men derided
+even Bible societies; and when a few young men met near a hay-stack in
+Massachusetts and organized the first missionary society ever
+organized in this country, there went laughter and ridicule all around
+the Christian Church. They said the undertaking was preposterous. And
+so also the work of Jesus Christ was assailed. People cried out, &quot;Who
+ever heard of such theories of ethics and government? Who ever
+noticed such a style of preaching as Jesus has?&quot; Ezekiel had talked of
+mysterious wings and wheels. Here came a man from Capernaum and
+Gennesaret, and he drew his illustration from the lakes, from the
+sand, from the ravine, from the lilies, from the corn-stalks. How the
+Pharisees scoffed! How Herod derided! How Caiaphas hissed! And this
+Jesus they plucked by the beard, and they spat in his face, and they
+called him &quot;this fellow!&quot; All the great enterprises in and out of the
+Church have at times been scoffed at, and there have been a great
+multitude who have thought that the chariot of God's truth would fall
+to pieces if it once got out of the old rut.</p>
+
+<p>And so there are those who have no patience with anything like
+improvement in church architecture, or with anything like good,
+hearty, earnest church singing, and they deride any form of religious
+discussion which goes down walking among every-day men rather than
+that which makes an excursion on rhetorical stilts. Oh, that the
+Church of God would wake up to an adaptability of work! We must admit
+the simple fact that the churches of Jesus Christ in this day do not
+reach the great masses. There are fifty thousand people in Edinburgh
+who never hear the Gospel. There are one million people in London who
+never hear the Gospel. There are at least three hundred thousand souls
+in the city of Brooklyn who come not under the immediate ministrations
+of Christ's truth; and the Church of God in this day, instead of being
+a place full of living epistles, read and known of all men, is more
+like a &quot;dead-letter&quot; post-office.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;But,&quot; say the people, &quot;the world is going to be converted; you must
+be patient; the kingdoms of this world are to become the kingdoms of
+Christ,&quot; Never, unless the Church of Jesus Christ puts on more speed
+and energy. Instead of the Church converting the world, the world is
+converting the Church. Here is a great fortress. How shall it be
+taken? An army comes and sits around about it, cuts off the supplies,
+and says: &quot;Now we will just wait until from exhaustion and starvation
+they will have to give up.&quot; Weeks and months, and perhaps a year, pass
+along, and finally the fortress surrenders through that starvation and
+exhaustion. But, my friends, the fortresses of sin are never to be
+taken in that way. If they are taken for God it will be by storm; you
+will have to bring up the great siege guns of the Gospel to the very
+wall and wheel the flying artillery into line, and when the armed
+infantry of heaven shall confront the battlements you will have to
+give the quick command, &quot;Forward! Charge!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Ah, my friends, there is work for you to do and for me to do in order
+to this grand accomplishment! Here is my pulpit, and I preach in it.
+Your pulpit is the bank. Your pulpit is the store. Your pulpit is the
+editorial chair. Your pulpit is the anvil. Your pulpit is the house
+scaffolding. Your pulpit is the mechanic's shop. I may stand in this
+place and, through cowardice or through self-seeking, may keep back
+the word I ought to utter; while you, with sleeve rolled up and brow
+besweated with toil, may utter the word that will jar the foundations
+of heaven with the shout of a great victory. Oh, that this morning
+this whole audience might feel that the Lord Almighty was putting upon
+them the hands of ordination. I tell you, every one, go forth and
+preach this gospel. You have as much right to preach as I have, or as
+any man has. Only find out the pulpit where God will have you preach,
+and there preach.</p>
+
+<p>Hedley Vicars was a wicked man in the English army. The grace of God
+came to him. He became an earnest and eminent Christian. They scoffed
+at him, and said: &quot;You are a hypocrite; you are as bad as ever you
+were.&quot; Still he kept his faith in Christ, and after awhile, finding
+that they could not turn him aside by calling him a hypocrite, they
+said to him: &quot;Oh, you are nothing but a Methodist.&quot; That did not
+disturb him. He went on performing his Christian duty until he had
+formed all his troop into a Bible-class, and the whole encampment was
+shaken with the presence of God. So Havelock went into the heathen
+temple in India while the English army was there, and put a candle
+into the hand of each of the heathen gods that stood around in the
+heathen temple, and by the light of those candles, held up by the
+idols, General Havelock preached righteousness, temperance, and
+judgment to come. And who will say, on earth or in Heaven, that
+Havelock had not the right to preach?</p>
+
+<p>In the minister's house where I prepared for college, there was a man
+who worked, by the name of Peter Croy. He could neither read nor
+write, but he was a man of God. Often theologians would stop in the
+house&mdash;grave theologians&mdash;and at family prayers Peter Croy would be
+called upon to lead; and all those wise men sat around, wonder-struck
+at his religious efficiency. When he prayed he reached up and seemed
+to take hold of the very throne of the Almighty, and he talked with
+God until the very heavens were bowed down into the sitting-room. Oh,
+if I were dying I would rather have plain Peter Croy kneel by my
+bedside and commend my immortal spirit to God than the greatest
+archbishop, arrayed in costly canonicals. Go preach this Gospel. You
+say you are not licensed. In the name of the Lord Almighty, this
+morning, I license you. Go preach this Gospel&mdash;preach it in the
+Sabbath-schools, in the prayer-meetings, in the highways, in the
+hedges. Woe be unto you if you preach it not.</p>
+
+<p>III. I remark, again, that in order to be qualified to meet your duty
+in this particular age you want unbounded faith in the triumph of the
+truth and the overthrow of wickedness. How dare the Christian Church
+ever get discouraged? Have we not the Lord Almighty on our side? How
+long did it take God to slay the hosts of Sennacherib or burn Sodom or
+shake down Jericho? How long will it take God, when He once arises in
+His strength, to overthrow all the forces of iniquity? Between this
+time and that there may be long seasons of darkness&mdash;the
+chariot-wheels of God's Gospel may seem to drag heavily; but here is
+the promise, and yonder is the throne; and when Omniscience has lost
+its eyesight, and Omnipotence falls back impotent, and Jehovah is
+driven from His throne, then the Church of Jesus Christ can afford to
+be despondent, but never until then. Despots may plan and armies may
+march, and the congresses of the nations may seem to think they are
+adjusting all the affairs of the world, but the mighty men of the
+earth are only the dust of the chariot-wheels of God's providence.</p>
+
+<p>I think that before the sun of this century shall set the last tyranny
+will fall, and with a splendor of demonstration that shall be the
+astonishment of the universe God will set forth the brightness and
+pomp and glory and perpetuity of His eternal government. Out of the
+starry flags and the emblazoned insignia of this world God will make a
+path for His own triumph, and, returning from universal conquest, He
+will sit down, the grandest, strongest, highest throne of earth His
+footstool.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;Then shall all nations' song ascend<br /></span>
+<span>To Thee, our Ruler, Father, Friend,<br /></span>
+<span>Till heaven's high arch resounds again<br /></span>
+<span>With 'Peace on earth, good will to men.'&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>I preach this sermon because I want to encourage all Christian workers
+in every possible department. Hosts of the living God, march on! march
+on! His Spirit will bless you. His shield will defend you. His sword
+will strike for you. March on! march on! The despotism will fall, and
+paganism will burn its idols, and Mohammedanism will give up its false
+prophet, and Judaism will confess the true Messiah, and the great
+walls of superstition will come down in thunder and wreck at the long,
+loud blast of the Gospel trumpet. March on! march on! The besiegement
+will soon be ended. Only a few more steps on the long way; only a few
+more sturdy blows; only a few more battle cries, then God will put the
+laurel upon your brow, and from the living fountains of heaven will
+bathe off the sweat and the heat and the dust of the conflict. March
+on! march on! For you the time for work will soon be passed, and amid
+the outflashings of the judgment throne, and the trumpeting of
+resurrection angels, and the upheaving of a world of graves, and the
+hosanna and the groaning of the saved and the lost, we shall be
+rewarded for our faithfulness or punished for our stupidity. Blessed
+be the Lord God of Israel from everlasting to everlasting, and let the
+whole earth be filled with His glory. Amen and Amen.</p>
+
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="capital_and_labor" id="capital_and_labor"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>CAPITAL AND LABOR.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">
+&quot;Whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so
+ to them.&quot;&mdash;<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Matt.</span> vii: 12.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>The greatest war the world has ever seen is between capital and labor.
+The strife is not like that which in history is called the Thirty
+Years' War, for it is a war of centuries, it is a war of the five
+continents, it is a war hemispheric. The middle classes in this
+country, upon whom the nation has depended for holding the balance of
+power and for acting as mediators between the two extremes, are
+diminishing; and if things go on at the same ratio as they are now
+going, it will not be very long before there will be no middle class
+in this country, but all will be very rich or very poor, princes or
+paupers, and the country will be given up to palaces and hovels.</p>
+
+<p>The antagonistic forces are closing in upon each other. The
+telegraphic operators' strikes, the railroad employ&eacute;s' strikes, the
+Pennsylvania miners' strikes, the movements of the Boycotters and the
+dynamiters are only skirmishes before a general engagement, or, if you
+prefer it, escapes through the safety-valves of an imprisoned force
+which promises the explosion of society. You may pooh-pooh it; you may
+say that this trouble, like an angry child, will cry itself to sleep;
+you may belittle it by calling it Fourierism, or Socialism, or St.
+Simonism, or Nihilism, or Communism; but that will not hinder the fact
+that it is the mightiest, the darkest, the most terrific threat of
+this century. All attempts at pacification have been dead failures,
+and monopoly is more arrogant, and the trades unions more bitter.
+&quot;Give us more wages,&quot; cry the employ&eacute;s. &quot;You shall have less,&quot; say the
+capitalists. &quot;Compel us to do fewer hours of toil in a day.&quot; &quot;You
+shall toil more hours,&quot; say the others. &quot;Then, under certain
+conditions, we will not work at all,&quot; say these. &quot;Then you shall
+starve,&quot; say those, and the workmen gradually using up that which they
+accumulated in better times, unless there be some radical change, we
+shall have soon in this country three million hungry men and women.
+Now, three million hungry people can not be kept quiet. All the
+enactments of legislatures and all the constabularies of the cities,
+and all the army and navy of the United States can not keep three
+million hungry people quiet. What then? Will this war between capital
+and labor be settled by human wisdom? Never. The brow of the one
+becomes more rigid, the fist of the other more clinched.</p>
+
+<p>But that which human wisdom can not achieve will be accomplished by
+Christianity if it be given full sway. You have heard of medicines so
+powerful that one drop would stop a disease and restore a patient; and
+I have to tell you that one drop of my text properly administered will
+stop all those woes of society and give convalescence and complete
+health to all classes. &quot;Whatsoever ye would that men should do to you,
+do ye even so to them.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I shall first show you this morning how this quarrel between monopoly
+and hard work can not be stopped, and then I will show you how this
+controversy will be settled.</p>
+
+<p>Futile remedies. In the first place, there will come no pacification
+to this trouble through an outcry against rich men merely because they
+are rich. There is no member of a trades-union on earth that would not
+be rich if he could be. Sometimes through a fortunate invention, or
+through some accident of prosperity, a man who had nothing comes to
+large estate, and we see him arrogant and supercilious, and taking
+people by the throat just as other people took him by the throat.
+There is something very mean about human nature when it comes to the
+top. But it is no more a sin to be rich than it is a sin to be poor.
+There are those who have gathered a great estate through fraud, and
+then there are millionaires who have gathered their fortune through
+foresight in regard to changes in the markets, and through brilliant
+business faculty, and every dollar of their estate is as honest as the
+dollar which the plumber gets for mending a pipe, or the mason gets
+for building a wall. There are those who keep in poverty because of
+their own fault. They might have been well-off, but they smoked or
+chewed up their earnings, or they lived beyond their means, while
+others on the same wages and on the same salaries went on to
+competency. I know a man who is all the time complaining of his
+poverty and crying out against rich men, while he himself keeps two
+dogs, and chews and smokes, and is filled to the chin with whisky and
+beer!</p>
+
+<p>Micawber said to David Copperfield: &quot;Copperfield, my boy, one pound
+income, twenty shillings and sixpence expenses: result misery. But,
+Copperfield, my boy, one pound income, expenses nineteen shillings and
+sixpence; result, happiness.&quot; And there are vast multitudes of people
+who are kept poor because they are the victims of their own
+improvidence. It is no sin to be rich, and it is no sin to be poor. I
+protest against this outcry which I hear against those who, through
+economy and self-denial and assiduity, have come to large fortune.
+This bombardment of commercial success will never stop this quarrel
+between capital and labor.</p>
+
+<p>Neither will the contest be settled by cynical and unsympathetic
+treatment of the laboring classes. There are those who speak of them
+as though they were only cattle or draught horses. Their nerves are
+nothing, their domestic comfort is nothing, their happiness is
+nothing. They have no more sympathy for them than a hound has for a
+hare, or a hawk for a hen, or a tiger for a calf. When Jean Valjean,
+the greatest hero of Victor Hugo's writings, after a life of suffering
+and brave endurance, goes into incarceration and death, they clap the
+book shut and say, &quot;Good for him!&quot; They stamp their feet with
+indignation and say just the opposite of &quot;Save the working-classes.&quot;
+They have all their sympathies with Shylock, and not with Antonio and
+Portia. They are plutocrats, and their feelings are infernal. They are
+filled with irritation and irascibility on this subject. To stop this
+awful imbroglio between capital and labor they will lift not so much
+as the tip end of the little finger.</p>
+
+<p>Neither will there be any pacification of this angry controversy
+through violence. God never blessed murder.</p>
+
+<p>The poorest use you can put a man to is to kill him. Blow up to-morrow
+all the country-seats on the banks of the Hudson, and all the fine
+houses on Madison Square, and Brooklyn Heights, and Bunker Hill, and
+Rittenhouse Square, and Beacon Street, and all the bricks and timber
+and stone will just fall back on the bare head of American labor. The
+worst enemies of the working-classes in the United States and Ireland
+are their demented coadjutors. Assassination&mdash;the assassination of
+Lord Frederick Cavendish and Mr. Burke in Phoenix Park, Dublin,
+Ireland, in the attempt to avenge the wrongs of Ireland, only turned
+away from that afflicted people millions of sympathizers. The recent
+attempt to blow up the House of Commons, in London, had only this
+effect: to throw out of employment tens of thousands of innocent Irish
+people in England.</p>
+
+<p>In this country the torch put to the factories that have discharged
+hands for good or bad reason; obstructions on the rail-track in front
+of midnight express trains because the offenders do not like the
+president of the company; strikes on shipboard the hour they were
+going to sail, or in printing-offices the hour the paper was to go to
+press, or in mines the day the coal was to be delivered, or on house
+scaffoldings so the builder fails in keeping his contract&mdash;all these
+are only a hard blow on the head of American labor, and cripple its
+arms, and lame its feet, and pierce its heart. Take the last great
+strike in America&mdash;the telegraph operators' strike&mdash;and you have to
+find that the operators lost four hundred thousand dollars' worth of
+wages, and have had poorer wages ever since. Traps sprung suddenly
+upon employers, and violence, never took one knot out of the knuckle
+of toil, or put one farthing of wages into a callous palm. Barbarism
+will never cure the wrongs of civilization. Mark that!</p>
+
+<p>Frederick the Great admired some land near his palace at Potsdam, and
+he resolved to get it. It was owned by a miller. He offered the miller
+three times the value of the property. The miller would not take it,
+because it was the old homestead, and he felt about as Naboth felt
+about his vineyard when Ahab wanted it. Frederick the Great was a
+rough and terrible man, and he ordered the miller into his presence;
+and the king, with a stick, in his hand&mdash;a stick with which he
+sometimes struck his officers of state&mdash;said to this miller: &quot;Now, I
+have offered you three times the value of that property, and if you
+won't sell it I'll take it anyhow.&quot; The miller said, &quot;Your majesty,
+you won't.&quot; &quot;Yes,&quot; said the king, &quot;I will take it.&quot; &quot;Then,&quot; said the
+miller, &quot;if your majesty does take it, I will sue you in the Chancery
+Court.&quot; At that threat Frederick the Great yielded his infamous
+demand. And the most imperious outrage against the working-classes
+will yet cower before the law. Violence and contrary to the law will
+never accomplish anything, but righteousness and according to law will
+accomplish it.</p>
+
+<p>Well, if this controversy between Capital and Labor can not be settled
+by human wisdom, if to-day Capital and Labor stand with their thumbs
+on each other's throat&mdash;as they do&mdash;it is time for us to look
+somewhere else for relief, and it points from my text roseate and
+jubilant, and puts one hand on the broadcloth shoulder of Capital, and
+puts the other hand on the homespun-covered shoulder of Toil, and
+says, with a voice that will grandly and gloriously settle this, and
+settle everything, &quot;Whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do
+ye even so to them.&quot; That is, the lady of the household will say: &quot;I
+must treat the maid in the kitchen just as I would like to be treated
+if I were down-stairs, and it were my work to wash, and cook, and
+sweep, and it were the duty of the maid in the kitchen to preside in
+this parlor.&quot; The maid in the kitchen must say: &quot;If my employer seems
+to be more prosperous than I, that is no fault of hers; I shall not
+treat her as an enemy. I will have the same industry and fidelity
+down-stairs as I would expect from my subordinates, if I happened to
+be the wife of a silk importer.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The owner of an iron mill, having taken a dose of my text before
+leaving home in the morning, will go into his foundry, and, passing
+into what is called the puddling-room, he will see a man there
+stripped to the waist, and besweated and exhausted with the labor and
+the toil, and he will say to him: &quot;Why, it seems to be very hot in
+here. You look very much exhausted. I hear your child is sick with
+scarlet fever. If you want your wages a little earlier this week, so
+as to pay the nurse and get the medicines, just come into my office
+any time.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>After awhile, crash goes the money market, and there is no more demand
+for the articles manufactured in that iron mill, and the owner does
+not know what to do. He says, &quot;Shall I stop the mill, or shall I run
+it on half time, or shall I cut down the men's wages?&quot; He walks the
+floor of his counting-room all day, hardly knowing what to do. Toward
+evening he calls all the laborers together. They stand all around,
+some with arms akimbo, some with folded arms, wondering what the boss
+is going to do now. The manufacturer says: &quot;Men, times are very hard;
+I don't make twenty dollars where I used to make one hundred. Somehow,
+there is no demand now for what we manufacture, or but very little
+demand. You see I am at vast expense, and I have called you together
+this afternoon to see what you would advise. I don't want to shut up
+the mill, because that would force you out of work, and you have
+always been very faithful, and I like you, and you seem to like me,
+and the bairns must be looked after, and your wife will after awhile
+want a new dress. I don't know what to do.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>There is a dead halt for a minute or two, and then one of the workmen
+steps out from the ranks of his fellows, and says: &quot;Boss, you have
+been very good to us, and when you prospered we prospered, and now you
+are in a tight place and I am sorry, and we have got to sympathize
+with you. I don't know how the others feel, but I propose that we take
+off twenty per cent. from our wages, and that when the times get good
+you will remember us and raise them again.&quot; The workman looks around
+to his comrades, and says: &quot;Boys, what do you say to this? all in
+favor of my proposition will say ay.&quot; &quot;Ay! ay! ay!&quot; shout two hundred
+voices.</p>
+
+<p>But the mill-owner, getting in some new machinery, exposes himself
+very much, and takes cold, and it settles into pneumonia, and he dies.
+In the procession to the tomb are all the workmen, tears rolling down
+their cheeks, and off upon the ground; but an hour before the
+procession gets to the cemetery the wives and the children of those
+workmen are at the grave waiting for the arrival of the funeral
+pageant. The minister of religion may have delivered an eloquent
+eulogium before they started from the house, but the most impressive
+things are said that day by the working-classes standing around the
+tomb.</p>
+
+<p>That night in all the cabins of the working-people where they have
+family prayers the widowhood and the orphanage in the mansion are
+remembered. No glaring populations look over the iron fence of the
+cemetery; but, hovering over the scene, the benediction of God and man
+is coming for the fulfillment of the Christlike injunction,
+&quot;Whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to
+them.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh,&quot; says some man here, &quot;that is all Utopian, that is apocryphal,
+that is impossible.&quot; No. Yesterday, I cut out of a paper this: &quot;One of
+the pleasantest incidents recorded in a long time is reported from
+Sheffield, England. The wages of the men in the iron works at
+Sheffield are regulated by a board of arbitration, by whose decision
+both masters and men are bound. For some time past the iron and steel
+trade has been extremely unprofitable, and the employers can not,
+without much loss, pay the wages fixed by the board, which neither
+employers nor employed have the power to change. To avoid this
+difficulty, the workmen in one of the largest steel works in Sheffield
+hit upon a device as rare as it was generous. They offered to work for
+their employers one week without any pay whatever. How much better
+that plan is than a strike would be.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>But you go with me and I will show you&mdash;not so far off as Sheffield,
+England&mdash;factories, banking-houses, storehouses, and costly
+enterprises where this Christ-like injunction of my text is fully
+kept, and you could no more get the employer to practice an injustice
+upon his men, or the men to conspire against the employer, than you
+could get your right hand and your left hand, your right eye and your
+left eye, your right ear and your left ear, into physiological
+antagonism. Now, where is this to begin? In our homes, in our stores,
+on our farms&mdash;not waiting for other people to do their duty. Is there
+a divergence now between the parlor and the kitchen? Then there is
+something wrong, either in the parlor or the kitchen, perhaps in both.
+Are the clerks in your store irate against the firm? Then there is
+something wrong, either behind the counter, or in the private office,
+or perhaps in both.</p>
+
+<p>The great want of the world to-day is the fulfillment of this
+Christ-like injunction, that which He promulgated in His sermon
+Olivetic. All the political economists under the arch or vault of the
+heavens in convention for a thousand years can not settle this
+controversy between monopoly and hard work, between capital and labor.
+During the Revolutionary War there was a heavy piece of timber to be
+lifted, perhaps for some fortress, and a corporal was overseeing the
+work, and he was giving commands to some soldiers as they lifted:
+&quot;Heave away, there! yo heave!&quot; Well, the timber was too heavy; they
+could not get it up. There was a gentleman riding by on a horse, and
+he stopped and said to this corporal, &quot;Why don't you help them lift?
+That timber is too heavy for them to lift.&quot; &quot;No,&quot; he said, &quot;I won't;
+I am a corporal.&quot; The gentleman got off his horse and came up to the
+place. &quot;Now,&quot; he said to the soldiers, &quot;all together&mdash;yo heave!&quot; and
+the timber went to its place. &quot;Now,&quot; said the gentleman to the
+corporal, &quot;when you have a piece of timber too heavy for the men to
+lift, and you want help, you send to your commander-in-chief.&quot; It was
+Washington. Now, that is about all the Gospel I know&mdash;the Gospel of
+giving somebody a lift, a lift out of darkness, a lift out of earth
+into heaven. That is all the Gospel I know&mdash;the Gospel of helping
+somebody else to lift.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh,&quot; says some wiseacre, &quot;talk as you will, the law of demand and
+supply will regulate these things until the end of time.&quot; No, they
+will not, unless God dies and the batteries of the Judgment Day are
+spiked, and Pluto and Proserpine, king and queen of the infernal
+regions, take full possession of this world. Do you know who Supply
+and Demand are? They have gone into partnership, and they propose to
+swindle this earth and are swindling it. You are drowning. Supply and
+Demand stand on the shore, one on one side, the other on the other
+side, of the life-boat, and they cry out to you, &quot;Now, you pay us what
+we ask you for getting you to shore, or go to the bottom!&quot; If you can
+borrow $5000 you can keep from failing in business. Supply and Demand
+say, &quot;Now, you pay us exorbitant usury, or you go into bankruptcy.&quot;
+This robber firm of Supply and Demand say to you: &quot;The crops are
+short. We bought up all the wheat and it is in our bin. Now, you pay
+our price or starve.&quot; That is your magnificent law of supply and
+demand.</p>
+
+<p>Supply and Demand own the largest mill on earth, and all the rivers
+roll over their wheel, and into their hopper they put all the men,
+women, and children they can shovel out of the centuries, and the
+blood and the bones redden the valley while the mill grinds. That
+diabolic law of supply and demand will yet have to stand aside, and
+instead thereof will come the law of love, the law of cooperation, the
+law of kindness, the law of sympathy, the law of Christ.</p>
+
+<p>Have you no idea of the coming of such a time? Then you do not believe
+the Bible. All the Bible is full of promises on this subject, and as
+the ages roll on the time will come when men or fortune will be giving
+larger sums to humanitarian and evangelistic purposes, and there will
+be more James Lenoxes and Peter Coopers and William E. Dodges and
+George Peabodys. As that time comes there will be more parks, more
+picture-galleries, more gardens thrown open for the holiday people and
+the working-classes.</p>
+
+<p>I was reading only this morning in regard to a charge that had been
+made in England against Lambeth Palace, that it was exclusive; and
+that charge demonstrated the sublime fact that to the grounds of that
+wealthy estate eight hundred poor families have free passes, and forty
+croquet companies, and on the hall-day holidays four thousand poor
+people recline on the grass, walk through the paths, and sit under the
+trees. That is Gospel&mdash;Gospel on the wing, Gospel out-of-doors worth
+just as much as in-doors. That time is going to come.</p>
+
+<p>That is only a hint of what is going to be. The time is going to come
+when, if you have anything in your house worth looking at&mdash;pictures,
+pieces of sculpture&mdash;you are going to invite me to come and see it,
+you are going to invite my friends to come and see it, and you will
+say, &quot;See what I have been blessed with. God has given me this, and so
+far as enjoying it, it is yours also.&quot; That is Gospel.</p>
+
+<p>In crossing the Alleghany Mountains, many years ago, the stage halted,
+and Henry Clay dismounted from the stage, and went out on a rock at
+the very verge of the cliff, and he stood there with his cloak wrapped
+about him, and he seemed to be listening for something. Some one said
+to him, &quot;What are you listening for?&quot; Standing there, on the top of
+the mountain, he said: &quot;I am listening to the tramp of the footsteps
+of the coming millions of this continent.&quot; A sublime posture for an
+American statesman! You and I to-day stand on the mountain-top of
+privilege, and on the Rock of Ages, and we look off, and we hear
+coming from the future the happy industries, and smiling populations,
+and the consecrated fortunes, and the innumerable prosperities of the
+closing nineteenth and the opening twentieth century.</p>
+
+<p>While I speak this morning, there lies in state the dead author and
+patriot of France, Victor Hugo. The ten thousand dollars in his will
+he has given to the poor of the city are only a hint of the work he
+has done for all nations and for all times. I wonder not that they
+allow eleven days to pass between his death and his burial, his body
+meantime kept under triumphal arch, for the world can hardly afford to
+let go this man who for more than eight decades has by his
+unparalleled genius blessed it. His name shall be a terror to all
+despots, and an encouragement to all the struggling. He has made the
+world's burden lighter, and its darkness less dense, and its chain
+less galling, and its thrones of iniquity less secure. Farewell,
+patriot, genius of the century, Victor Hugo! But he was not the
+overtowering friend of mankind.</p>
+
+<p>The greatest friend of capitalist and toiler, and the one who will yet
+bring them together in complete accord, was born one Christmas night
+while the curtains of heaven swung, stirred by the wings angelic.
+Owner of all things&mdash;all the continents, all worlds, and all the
+islands of light. Capitalist of immensity, crossing over to our
+condition. Coming into our world, not by gate of palace, but by door
+of barn. Spending His first night amid the shepherds. Gathering after
+around Him the fishermen to be His chief attendants. With adze, and
+saw, and chisel, and ax, and in a carpenter-shop showing himself
+brother with the tradesmen. Owner of all things, and yet on a hillock
+back of Jerusalem one day resigning everything for others, keeping not
+so much as a shekel to pay for His obsequies, by charity buried in the
+suburbs of a city that had cast Him out. Before the cross of such a
+capitalist, and such a carpenter, all men can afford to shake hands
+and worship. Here is the every man's Christ. None so high, but He was
+higher. None so poor, but He was poorer. At His feet the hostile
+extremes will yet renounce their animosities, and countenances which
+have glowered with the prejudices and revenge of centuries shall
+brighten with the smile of heaven as He commands: &quot;Whatsoever ye would
+that men should do to you, do ye even so to them.&quot;</p>
+
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="despotism_of_the_needle" id="despotism_of_the_needle"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>DESPOTISM OF THE NEEDLE.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">
+&quot;So I returned, and considered all the oppressions that are
+ done under the sun: and behold the tears of such as were
+ oppressed, and they had no comforter; and on the side of their
+ oppressors there was power; but they had no
+ comforter.&quot;&mdash;<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Eccles.</span> iv: 1.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>Very long ago the needle was busy. It was considered honorable for
+women to toil in olden time. Alexander the Great stood in his palace
+showing garments made by his own mother. The finest tapestries at
+Bayeux were made by the queen of William the Conqueror. Augustus, the
+Emperor, would not wear any garments except those that were fashioned
+by some member of his royal family. So let the toiler everywhere be
+respected!</p>
+
+<p>The needle has slain more than the sword. When the sewing-machine was
+invented some thought that invention would alleviate woman's toil and
+put an end to the despotism of the needle. But no; while the
+sewing-machine has been a great blessing to well-to-do families in
+many cases, it has added to the stab of the needle the crush of the
+wheel; and multitudes of women, notwithstanding the re-enforcement of
+the sewing-machines, can only make, work hard as they will, between
+two dollars and three dollars per week.</p>
+
+<p>The greatest blessing that could have happened to our first parents
+was being turned out of Eden after they had done wrong. Adam and Eve,
+in their perfect state, might have got along without work, or only
+such slight employment as a perfect garden with no weeds in it
+demanded. But as soon as they had sinned, the best thing for them was
+to be turned out where they would have to work. We know what a
+withering thing it is for a man to have nothing to do. Old Ashbel
+Green, at fourscore years, when asked why he kept on working, said: &quot;I
+do so to keep out of mischief.&quot; We see that a man who has a large
+amount of money to start with has no chance. Of the thousand
+prosperous and honorable men that you know, nine hundred and
+ninety-nine had to work vigorously at the beginning. But I am now to
+tell you that industry is just as important for a woman's safety and
+happiness. The most unhappy women in our communities to-day are those
+who have no engagements to call them up in the morning; who, once
+having risen and breakfasted, lounge through the dull forenoon in
+slippers down at the heel and with disheveled hair, reading Ouida's
+last novel, and who, having dragged through a wretched forenoon and
+taken their afternoon sleep, and having passed an hour and a half at
+their toilet, pick up their card-case and go out to make calls, and
+who pass their evenings waiting for somebody to come in and break up
+the monotony. Arabella Stuart never was imprisoned in so dark a
+dungeon as that.</p>
+
+<p>There is no happiness in an idle woman. It may be with hand, it may be
+with brain, it may be with foot; but work she must, or be wretched
+forever. The little girls of our families must be started with that
+idea.</p>
+
+<p>The curse of American society is that our young women are taught that
+the first, second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, tenth,
+fiftieth, thousandth thing in their life is to get somebody to take
+care of them. Instead of that, the first lesson should be how under
+God they may take care of themselves. The simple fact is that a
+majority of them do have to take care of themselves, and that, too,
+after having, through the false notions of their parents, wasted the
+years in which they ought to have learned how successfully to maintain
+themselves. We now and here declare the inhumanity, cruelty, and
+outrage of that father and mother who pass their daughters into
+womanhood, having given them no facility for earning their livelihood.
+Madame de Sta&euml;l said: &quot;It is not these writings that I am proud of,
+but the fact that I have facility in ten occupations, in any one of
+which I could make a livelihood.&quot; You say you have a fortune to leave
+them. Oh, man and woman, have you not learned that like vultures, like
+hawks, like eagles, riches have wings and fly away? Though you should
+be successful in leaving a competency behind you, the trickery of
+executors may swamp it in a night? or some officials in our churches
+may get up a mining company and induce your orphans to put their money
+into a hole in Colorado, and if by the most skillful machinery the
+sunken money can not be brought up again, prove to them, that it was
+eternally decreed that that was the way they were to lose it, and that
+it went in the most orthodox and heavenly style. Oh, the damnable
+schemes that professed Christians will engage in until God puts His
+fingers into the collar of the hypocrite's robe and strips it clear
+down to the bottom! You have no right, because you are well off, to
+conclude that your children are going to be as well off. A man died
+leaving a large fortune. His son fell dead in a Philadelphia
+grog-shop. His old comrades came in and said as they bent over his
+corpse: &quot;What is the matter with you, Boggsey?&quot; The surgeon standing
+over him said: &quot;Hush ye! He is dead!&quot; &quot;Oh, he is dead,&quot; they said.
+&quot;Come, boys; let us go and take a drink in memory of poor Boggsey!&quot;
+Have you nothing better than money to leave your children? If you have
+not, but send your daughters into the world with empty brain and
+unskilled hand, you are guilty of assassination, homicide, regicide,
+infanticide.</p>
+
+<p>There are women toiling in our cities for two and three dollars per
+week who were the daughters of merchant princes. These suffering ones
+now would be glad to have the crumbs that once fell from their
+fathers' table. That worn-out, broken shoe that she wears is the
+lineal descendant of the twelve-dollar gaiters in which her mother
+walked; and that torn and faded calico had ancestry of magnificent
+brocade that swept Broadway clean without any expense to the street
+commissioners. Though you live in an elegant residence and fare
+sumptuously every day, let your daughters feel it is a disgrace to
+them not to know how to work. I denounce the idea prevalent in society
+that, though our young women may embroider slippers and crochet and
+make mats for lamps to stand on without disgrace, the idea of doing
+anything for a livelihood is dishonorable. It is a shame for a young
+woman belonging to a large family to be inefficient when the father
+toils his life away for her support. It is a shame for a daughter to
+be idle while her mother toils at the wash-tub. It is as honorable to
+sweep the house, make beds or trim hats as it is to twist a
+watch-chain.</p>
+
+<p>As far as I can understand, the line of respectability lies between
+that which is useful and that which is useless. If women do that which
+is of no value, their work is honorable. If they do practical work, it
+is dishonorable. That our young women may escape the censure of doing
+dishonorable work, I shall particularize. You may knit a tidy for the
+back of an arm-chair, but by no means make the money wherewith to buy
+the chair. You may with a delicate brush beautify a mantel ornament,
+but die rather than earn enough to buy a marble mantel. You may learn
+artistic music until you can squall Italian, but never sing
+&quot;Ortonville&quot; or &quot;Old Hundred.&quot; Do nothing practical if you would in
+the eyes of refined society preserve your respectability. I scout
+these fine notions. I tell you a woman, no more than a man, has a
+right to occupy a place in this world unless she pays a rent for it.</p>
+
+<p>In the course of a life-time you consume whole harvests and droves of
+cattle, and every day you live, breathe forty hogsheads of good, pure
+air. You must by some kind of usefulness pay for all this. Our race
+was the last thing created&mdash;the birds and fishes on the fourth day,
+the cattle and lizards on the fifth day, and man on the sixth day. If
+geologists are right, the earth was a million of years in the
+possession of the insects, beasts, and birds before our race came upon
+it. In one sense we were innovators. The cattle, the lizards, and the
+hawks had pre-emption right. The question is not what we are to do
+with the lizards and summer insects, but what the lizards and summer
+insects are to do with us. If we want a place in this world, we must
+earn it. The partridge makes its own nest before it occupies it. The
+lark by its morning song earns its breakfast before it eats it, and
+the Bible gives an intimation that the first duty of an idler is to
+starve when it says: &quot;If he will not work, neither shall he eat.&quot;
+Idleness ruins the health; and very soon nature says: &quot;This man has
+refused to pay his rent, out with him!&quot; Society is to be reconstructed
+on the subject of woman's toil. A vast majority of those who would
+have woman industrious shut her up to a few kinds of work. My judgment
+in this matter is that a woman has a right to do anything that she can
+do well. There should be no department of merchandise, mechanism, art,
+or science barred against her. If Miss Hosmer has genius for
+sculpture, give her a chisel. If Rosa Bonheur has a fondness for
+delineating animals, let her make &quot;The Horse Fair.&quot; If Miss Mitchell
+will study astronomy, let her mount the starry ladder. If Lydia will
+be a merchant, let her sell purple. If Lucretia Mott will preach the
+Gospel, let her thrill with her womanly eloquence the Quaker
+meeting-house.</p>
+
+<p>It is said, If woman is given such opportunities she will occupy
+places that might be taken by men. I say, If she have more skill and
+adaptedness for any position than a man has, let her have it! She has
+as much right to her bread, to her apparel, and to her home, as men
+have. But it is said that her nature is so delicate that she is
+unfitted for exhausting toil. I ask in the name of all past history
+what toil on earth is more severe, exhausting, and tremendous than
+that toil of the needle to which for ages she has been subjected? The
+battering-ram, the sword, the carbine, the battle-ax, have made no
+such havoc as the needle. I would that these living sepulchers in
+which women have for ages been buried might be opened, and that some
+resurrection trumpet might bring up these living corpses to the fresh
+air and sunlight.</p>
+
+<p>Go with me and I will show you a woman who by hardest toil supports
+her children, her drunken husband, her old father and mother, pays her
+house rent, always has wholesome food on her table, and when she can
+get some neighbor on the Sabbath to come in and take care of her
+family, appears in church with hat and cloak that are far from
+indicating the toil to which she is subjected. Such a woman as that
+has body and soul enough to fit her for any position. She could stand
+beside the majority of your salesmen and dispose of more goods. She
+could go into your wheelwright shops and beat one half of your workmen
+at making carriages. We talk about woman as though we had resigned to
+her all the light work, and ourselves had shouldered the heavier. But
+the day of judgment, which will reveal the sufferings of the stake and
+Inquisition, will marshal before the throne of God and the hierarchs
+of heaven the martyrs of wash-tub and needle. Now, I say if there be
+any preference in occupation, let women have it. God knows her trials
+are the severest. By her acuter sensitiveness to misfortune, by her
+hour of anguish, I demand that no one hedge up her pathway to a
+livelihood. Oh! the meanness, the despicability of men who begrudge a
+woman the right to work anywhere in any honorable calling!</p>
+
+<p>I go still further and say that woman should have equal compensation
+with men. By what principle of justice is it that women in many of our
+cities get only two thirds as much pay as men, and in many cases only
+half? Here is the gigantic injustice&mdash;that for work equally well, if
+not better, done, woman receives far less compensation than man. Start
+with the National Government. Women clerks in Washington get nine
+hundred dollars for doing that for which men receive eighteen hundred
+dollars. The wheel of oppression is rolling over the necks of
+thousands of women who are at this moment in despair about what they
+are to do. Many of the largest mercantile establishments of our cities
+are accessory to these abominations, and from their large
+establishments there are scores of souls being pitched off into death,
+and their employers know it. Is there a God? Will there be a judgment?
+I tell you, if God rises up to redress woman's wrongs, many of our
+large establishments will be swallowed up quicker than a South
+American earthquake ever took down a city. God will catch these
+oppressors between the two millstones of his wrath and grind them to
+powder.</p>
+
+<p>Why is it that a female principal in a school gets only eight hundred
+and twenty-five dollars for doing work for which a male principal gets
+sixteen hundred and fifty dollars? I hear from all this land the wail
+of womanhood. Man has nothing to answer to that wail but flatteries.
+He says she is an angel. She is not. She knows she is not. She is a
+human being who gets hungry when she has no food, and cold when she
+has no fire. Give her no more flatteries; give her justice! There are
+sixty-five thousand sewing-girls in New York and Brooklyn. Across the
+sunlight comes their death groan. It is not such a cry as comes from
+those who are suddenly hurled out of life, but a slow, grinding,
+horrible wasting-away. Gather them before you and look into their
+faces, pinched, ghastly, hunger-struck! Look at their fingers,
+needle-pricked and blood-tipped! See that premature stoop in the
+shoulders! Hear that dry, hacking, merciless cough! At a large meeting
+of these women held in a hall in Philadelphia, grand speeches were
+delivered, but a needle-woman took the stand, threw aside her faded
+shawl, and with her shriveled arm hurled a very thunder-bolt of
+eloquence, speaking out the horrors of her own experience.</p>
+
+<p>Stand at the corner of a street in New York at six or seven o'clock in
+the morning as the women go to work. Many of them had no breakfast
+except the crumbs that were left over from the night before, or the
+crumbs they chew on their way through the street. Here they come! The
+working-girls of New York and Brooklyn. These engaged in head work,
+these in flower-making, in millinery, in paper-box making; but, most
+overworked of all and least compensated, the sewing-women. Why do they
+not take the city cars on their way up? They can not afford the five
+cents. If, concluding to deny herself something else, she gets into
+the car, give her a seat. You want to see how Latimer and Ridley
+appeared in the fire. Look at that woman and behold a more horrible
+martyrdom, a hotter fire, a more agonizing death. Ask that woman how
+much she gets for her work, and she will tell you six cents for making
+coarse shirts and find her own thread.</p>
+
+<p>Years ago, one Sabbath night in the vestibule of this church, after
+service, a woman fell in convulsions. The doctor said she needed
+medicine not so much as something to eat. As she began to revive, in
+her delirium she said, gaspingly: &quot;Eight cents! Eight cents! Eight
+cents! I wish I could get it done, I am so tired. I wish I could get
+some sleep, but I must get it done. Eight cents! Eight cents! Eight
+cents!&quot; We found afterward that she was making garments for eight
+cents apiece, and that she could make but three of them in a day. Hear
+it! Three times eight are twenty-four. Hear it, men and women who have
+comfortable homes! Some of the worst villains of our cities are the
+employers of these women. They beat them down to the last penny and
+try to cheat them out of that. The woman must deposit a dollar or two
+before she gets the garments to work on. When the work is done it is
+sharply inspected, the most insignificant flaws picked out, and the
+wages refused and sometimes the dollar deposited not given back. The
+Women's Protective Union reports a case where one of the poor souls,
+finding a place where she could get more wages, resolved to change
+employers, and went to get her pay for work done. The employer says:
+&quot;I hear you are going to leave me?&quot; &quot;Yes,&quot; she said, &quot;and I have come
+to get what you owe me.&quot; He made no answer. She said: &quot;Are you not
+going to pay me?&quot; &quot;Yes,&quot; he said, &quot;I will pay you,&quot; and he kicked her
+down-stairs.</p>
+
+<p>Oh, that Women's Protective Union, 19 Clinton Place, New York! The
+blessings of Heaven be on it for the merciful and divine work it is
+doing in the defense of toiling womanhood! What tragedies of suffering
+are presented to them day by day! A paragraph from their report: &quot;'Can
+you make Mr. Jones pay me? He owes me for three weeks at $2.50 a week,
+and I can't get anything, and my child is very sick!' The speaker, a
+young woman lately widowed, burst into a flood of tears as she spoke.
+She was bidden to come again the next afternoon and repeat her story
+to the attorney at his usual weekly hearing of frauds and impositions.
+Means were found by which Mr. Jones was induced to pay the $7.50.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Another paragraph from their report: &quot;A fortnight had passed, when she
+modestly hinted a desire to know how much her services were worth.
+'Oh, my dear,' he replied, 'you are getting to be one of the most
+valuable hands in the trade; you will always get the very best price.
+Ten dollars a week you will be able to earn very easily.' And the
+girl's fingers flew on with her work at a marvelous rate. The picture
+of $10 a week had almost turned her head. A few nights later, while
+crossing the ferry, she overheard the name of her employer in the
+conversation of girls who stood near: 'What, John Snipes? Why, he
+don't pay! Look out for him every time. He'll keep you on trial, as he
+calls it, for weeks, and then he'll let you go, and get some other
+fool!' And thus Jane Smith gained her warning against the swindler.
+But the Union held him in the toils of the law until he paid the worth
+of each of those days of 'trial.'&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Another paragraph: &quot;Her mortification may be imagined when told that
+one of the two five-dollar bills which she had just received for her
+work was counterfeit. But her mortification was swallowed up in
+indignation when her employer denied having paid her the money, and
+insultingly asked her to prove it. When the Protective Union had
+placed this matter in the courts, the judge said: 'You will pay
+Eleanor the amount of her claim, $5.83, and also the costs of the
+court.'&quot;</p>
+
+<p>How are these evils to be eradicated? Some say: &quot;Give woman the
+ballot.&quot; What effect such ballot might have on other questions I am
+not here to discuss; but what would be the effect of female suffrage
+on women's wages? I do not believe that woman will ever get justice by
+woman's ballot. Indeed, women oppress women as much as men do. Do not
+women, as much as men, beat down to the lowest figure the woman who
+sews for them? Are not women as sharp as men on washer-women and
+milliners and mantua-makers? If a woman asks a dollar for her work,
+does not her female employer ask her if she will not take ninety
+cents? You say, &quot;Only ten cents difference.&quot; But that is sometimes the
+difference between heaven and hell. Women often have less
+commiseration for women than men. If a woman steps aside from the path
+of rectitude, man may forgive&mdash;woman never! Woman will never get
+justice done her from woman's ballot. Neither will she get it from
+man's ballot. How then? God will rise up for her. God has more
+resources than we know of. The flaming sword that hung at Eden's gate
+when woman was driven out will cleave with its terrible edge her
+oppressors.</p>
+
+<p>But there is something for women to do. Let young people prepare to
+excel in spheres of work, and they will be able after awhile to get
+larger wages. Unskilled and incompetent labor must take what is given:
+skilled and competent labor will eventually make its own standard.
+Admitting that the law of supply and demand regulates these things, I
+contend that the demand for skilled labor is very great and the supply
+very small. Start with the idea that work is honorable, and that you
+can do some one thing better than anybody else. Resolve that, God
+helping, you will take care of yourself. If you are after awhile
+called into another relation you will all the better be qualified for
+it by your spirit of self-reliance, or if you are called to stay as
+you are, you can be happy and self-supporting.</p>
+
+<p>Poets are fond of talking about man as an oak and woman the vine that
+climbs it; but I have seen many a tree fall that not only went down
+itself, but took all the vines with it. I can tell you of something
+stronger than an oak for an ivy to climb on, and that is the throne of
+the great Jehovah. Single or affianced, that woman is strong who leans
+on God and does her best. Many of you will go single-handed through
+life, and you will have to choose between two characters. Young woman,
+I am sure you will turn your back upon the useless, giggling,
+irresponsible nonentity which society ignominiously acknowledges to be
+a woman, and ask God to make you an humble, active, earnest Christian.
+What will become of that womanly disciple of the world? She is more
+thoughtful of the attitude she strikes upon the carpet than how she
+will look in the judgment; more worried about her freckles than her
+sins; more interested in her apparel than in her redemption. The
+dying actress whose life had been vicious said: &quot;The scene
+closes&mdash;draw the curtain.&quot; Generally the tragedy comes first and the
+farce afterward; but in her life it was first the farce of a useless
+life and then the tragedy of a wretched eternity.</p>
+
+<p>Compare the life and death of such a one with that of some Christian
+aunt that was once a blessing to your household. I do not know that
+she was ever asked to give her hand in marriage. She lived single,
+that, untrammeled, she might be everybody's blessing. Whenever the
+sick were to be visited or the poor to be provided with bread she went
+with a blessing. She could pray or sing &quot;Rock of Ages&quot; for any sick
+pauper who asked her. As she got older there were many days when she
+was a little sharp, but for the most part auntie was a sunbeam&mdash;just
+the one for Christmas Eve. She knew better than any one else how to
+fix things. Her every prayer, as God heard it, was full of everybody
+who had trouble. The brightest things in all the house dropped from
+her fingers. She had peculiar notions, but the grandest notion she
+ever had was to make you happy. She dressed well&mdash;auntie always
+dressed well; but her highest adornment was that of a meek and quiet
+spirit, which, in the sight of God, is of great price. When she died
+you all gathered lovingly about her; and as you carried her out to
+rest, the Sunday-school class almost covered the coffin with
+japonicas; and the poor people stood at the end of the alley, with
+their aprons to their eyes, sobbing bitterly, and the man of the world
+said, with Solomon: &quot;Her price was above rubies;&quot; and Jesus, as unto
+the maiden in Judea, commanded, &quot;I say unto thee, Arise!&quot;</p>
+
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="tobacco_and_opium" id="tobacco_and_opium"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>TOBACCO AND OPIUM.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">&quot;Let the earth bring forth grass, the herb yielding
+ seed.&quot;&mdash;<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Gen.</span> i: 11.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>The two first born of our earth were the grass-blade and the herb.
+They preceded the brute creation and the human family&mdash;the grass for
+the animal creation, the herb for human service. The cattle came and
+took possession of their inheritance, the grass-blade; man came and
+took possession of his inheritance, the herb. We have the herb for
+food as in case of hunger, for narcotic as in case of insomnia, for
+anodyne as in case of paroxysm, for stimulant as when the pulses flag
+under the weight of disease. The caterer comes and takes the herb and
+presents it in all styles of delicacy. The physician comes and takes
+the herb and compounds it for physical recuperation. Millions of
+people come and take the herb for ruinous physical and intellectual
+delectation. The herb, which was divinely created, and for good
+purposes, has often been degraded for bad results. There is a useful
+and a baneful employment of the herbaceous kingdom.</p>
+
+<p>There sprung up in Yucatan of this continent an herb that has
+bewitched the world. In the fifteenth century it crossed the Atlantic
+Ocean and captured Spain. Afterward it captured Portugal. Then the
+French embassadors took it to Paris, and it captured the French
+Empire. Then Walter Raleigh took it to London, and it captured Great
+Britain. Nicotiana, ascribed to that genus by the botanists, but we
+all know it is the exhilarating, elevating, emparadising,
+nerve-shattering, dyspepsia-breeding, health-destroying tobacco. I
+shall not in my remarks be offensively personal, because you all use
+it, or nearly all! I know by experience how it soothes and roseates
+the world, and kindles sociality, and I also know some of its baleful
+results. I was its slave, and by the grace of God I have become its
+conqueror. Tens of thousands of people have been asking the question
+during the past two months, asking it with great pathos and great
+earnestness: &quot;Does the use of tobacco produce cancerous and other
+troubles?&quot; I shall not answer the question in regard to any particular
+case, but shall deal with the subject in a more general way.</p>
+
+<p>You say to me, &quot;Did God not create tobacco?&quot; Yes. You say to me, &quot;Is
+not God good?&quot; Yes. Well, then, you say, &quot;If God is good and he
+created tobacco, He must have created it for some good purpose.&quot; Yes,
+your logic is complete. But God created the common sense at the same
+time, by which we are to know how to use a poison and how not to use
+it. God created that just as He created henbane and nux vomica and
+copperas and belladonna and all other poisons, whether directly
+created by Himself or extracted by man.</p>
+
+<p>That it is a poison no man of common sense will deny. A case was
+reported where a little child lay upon its mother's lap and one drop
+fell from a pipe to the child's lip, and it went into convulsions and
+into death. But you say, &quot;Haven't people lived on in complete use of
+it to old age?&quot; Oh, yes; just as I have seen inebriates seventy years
+old. In Boston, years ago, there was a meeting in which there were
+several centenarians, and they were giving their experience, and one
+centenarian said that he had lived over a hundred years, and that he
+ascribed it to the fact that he had refrained from the use of
+intoxicating liquors. Right after him another centenarian said he had
+lived over a hundred years, and he ascribed it to the fact that for
+the last fifty years he had hardly seen a sober moment. It is an
+amazing thing how many outrages men may commit upon their physical
+system and yet live on. In the case of the man of the jug he lived on
+because his body was pickled. In the case of the man of the pipe, he
+lived on because his body turned into smoked liver!</p>
+
+<p>But are there no truths to be uttered in regard to this great evil?
+What is the advice to be given to the multitude of young people who
+hear me this day? What is the advice you are going to give to your
+children?</p>
+
+<p>First of all, we must advise them to abstain from the use of tobacco
+because all the medical fraternity of the United States and Great
+Britain agree in ascribing to this habit terrific unhealth. The men
+whose life-time work is the study of the science of health say so, and
+shall I set up my opinion against theirs? Dr. Agnew, Dr. Olcott, Dr.
+Barnes, Dr. Rush, Dr. Mott, Dr. Harvey, Dr. Hosack&mdash;all the doctors,
+allopathic, homeopathic, hydropathic, eclectic, denounce the habit as
+a matter of unhealth. A distinguished physician declared he considered
+the use of tobacco caused seventy different styles of disease, and he
+says: &quot;Of all the cases of cancer in the mouth that have come under my
+observation, almost in every case it has been ascribed to tobacco.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The united testimony of all physicians is that it depresses the
+nervous system, that it takes away twenty-five per cent. of the
+physical vigor of this generation, and that it goes on as the years
+multiply and, damaging this generation with accumulated curse, it
+strikes other centuries. And if it is so deleterious to the body, how
+much more destructive to the mind. An eminent physician, who was the
+superintendent of the insane asylum at Northampton, Massachusetts,
+says: &quot;Fully one half the patients we get in our asylum have lost
+their intellect through the use of tobacco.&quot; If it is such a bad thing
+to injure the body, what a bad thing, what a worse thing it is to
+injure the mind, and any man of common sense knows that tobacco
+attacks the nervous system, and everybody knows that the nervous
+system attacks the mind.</p>
+
+<p>Besides that, all reformers will tell you that the use of tobacco
+creates an unnatural thirst, and it is the cause of drunkenness in
+America to-day more than anything else. In all cases where you find
+men taking strong drink you find they use tobacco. There are men who
+use tobacco who do not take strong drink, but all who use strong drink
+use tobacco, and that shows beyond controversy there is an affinity
+between the two products. There are reformers here to-day who will
+testify to you it is impossible for a man to reform from taking strong
+drink until he quits tobacco. In many of the cases where men have been
+reformed from strong drink and have gone back to their cups, they
+have testified that they first touched tobacco and then they
+surrendered to intoxicants.</p>
+
+<p>I say in the presence of this assemblage to-day, in which there are
+many physicians&mdash;and they know that what I say is true on the
+subject&mdash;that the pathway to the drunkard's grave and the drunkard's
+hell is strewn thick with tobacco-leaves. What has been the testimony
+on this subject? Is this a mere statement of a preacher whose business
+it is to talk morals, or is the testimony of the world just as
+emphatic? What did Benjamin Franklin say? &quot;I never saw a well man in
+the exercise of common sense who would say that tobacco did him any
+good.&quot; What did Thomas Jefferson say? Certainly he is good authority.
+He says in regard to the culture of tobacco, &quot;It is a culture
+productive of infinite wretchdness.&quot; What did Horace Greeley say of
+it? &quot;It is a profane stench.&quot; What did Daniel Webster say of it? &quot;If
+those men must smoke, let them take the horse-shed!&quot; One reason why
+the habit goes on from destruction to destruction is that so many
+ministers of the gospel take it. They smoke themselves into
+bronchitis, and then the dear people have to send them to Europe to
+get them restored from exhausting religious services! They smoke until
+the nervous system is shattered. They smoke themselves to death. I
+could mention the names of five distinguished clergymen who died of
+cancer of the mouth, and the doctor said, in every case, it was the
+result of tobacco. The tombstone of many a minister of religion has
+been covered all over with handsome eulogy, when, if the true epitaph
+had been written, it would have said: &quot;Here lies a man killed by too
+much cavendish!&quot; They smoke until the world is blue, and their
+theology is blue, and everything is blue. How can a man stand in the
+pulpit and preach on the subject of temperance when he is indulging
+such a habit as that? I have seen a cuspadore in a pulpit into which
+the holy man dropped his cud before he got up to read about &quot;blessed
+are the pure in heart,&quot; and to read about the rolling of sin as a
+sweet morsel under the tongue, and to read about the unclean animals
+in Leviticus that chewed the cud.</p>
+
+<p>About sixty-five years ago a student at Andover Theological Seminary
+graduated into the ministry. He had an eloquence and a magnetism which
+sent him to the front. Nothing could stand before him. But in a few
+months he was put in an insane asylum, and the physician said tobacco
+was the cause of the disaster. It was the custom in those days to give
+a portion of tobacco to every patient in the asylum. Nearly twenty
+years passed along, and that man was walking the floor of his cell in
+the asylum, when his reason returned, and he saw the situation, and he
+took the tobacco from his mouth and threw it against the iron gate of
+the place in which he was confined, and he said: &quot;What brought me
+here? What keeps me here? Tobacco! tobacco! God forgive me, God help
+me, and I will never use it again.&quot; He was fully restored to reason,
+came forth, preached the Gospel of Christ for some ten years, and then
+went into everlasting blessedness.</p>
+
+<p>There are ministers of religion now in this country who are dying by
+inches, and they do not know what is the matter with them. They are
+being killed by tobacco. They are despoiling their influence through
+tobacco. They are malodorous with tobacco. I could give one paragraph
+of history, and that would be my own experience. It took ten cigars to
+make one sermon, and I got very nervous, and I awakened one day to see
+what an outrage I was committing upon my health by the use of tobacco.
+I was about to change settlement, and a generous tobacconist of
+Philadelphia told me if I would come to Philadelphia and be his pastor
+he would give me all the cigars I wanted for nothing all the rest of
+my life. I halted. I said to myself, &quot;If I smoke more than I ought to
+now in these war times, and when my salary is small, what would I do
+if I had gratuitous and unlimited supply?&quot; Then and there, twenty-four
+years ago, I quit once and forever. It made a new man of me. Much of
+the time the world looked blue before that, because I was looking
+through tobacco smoke. Ever since the world has been full of sunshine,
+and though I have done as much work as any one of my age, God has
+blessed me, it seems to me, with the best health that a man ever had.</p>
+
+<p>I say that no minister of religion can afford to smoke. Put in my hand
+all the money expended by Christian men in Brooklyn for tobacco, and I
+will support three orphan asylums as well and as grandly as the three
+great orphan asylums already established. Put into my hand the money
+spent by the Christians of America for tobacco, and I will clothe,
+shelter, and feed all the suffering poor of the continent. The
+American Church gives a million dollars a year for the salvation of
+the heathen, and American Christians smoke five million dollars' worth
+of tobacco.</p>
+
+<p>I stand here to-day in the presence of a vast multitude of young
+people who are forming their habits. Between seventeen and twenty-five
+years of age a great many young men get on them habits in the use of
+tobacco that they never get over. Let me say to all my young friends,
+you can not afford to smoke, you can not afford to chew. You either
+take very good tobacco, or you take very cheap tobacco. If it is
+cheap, I will tell you why it is cheap. It is made of burdock, and
+lampblack, and sawdust, and colt's-foot, and plantain leaves, and
+fuller's earth, and salt, and alum, and lime, and a little tobacco,
+and you can not afford to put such a mess as that in your mouth. But
+if you use expensive tobacco, do you not think it would be better for
+you to take that amount of money which you are now expending for this
+herb, and which you will expend during the course of your life if you
+keep the habit up, and with it buy a splendid farm and make the
+afternoon and the evening of your life comfortable?</p>
+
+<p>There are young men whose life is going out inch by inch from
+cigarettes. Now, do you not think it would be well for you to listen
+to the testimony of a merchant of New York, who said this: &quot;In early
+life I smoked six cigars a day at six and a half cents each. They
+averaged that. I thought to myself one day, I'll just put aside all I
+consume in cigars and all I would consume if I keep on in the habit,
+and I'll see what it will come to by compound interest.&quot; And he gives
+this tremendous statistic: &quot;Last July completed thirty-nine years
+since, by the grace of God, I was emancipated from the filthy habit,
+and the saving amounted to the enormous sum of $29,102.03 by compound
+interest. We lived in the city, but the children, who had learned
+something of the enjoyment of country life from their annual visits to
+their grandparents, longed for a home among the green fields. I found
+a very pleasant place in the country for sale. The cigar money came
+into requisition, and I found it amounted to a sufficient sum to
+purchase the place, and it is mine. Now, boys, you take your choice.
+Smoking without a home, or a home without smoking.&quot; This is common
+sense as well as religion.</p>
+
+<p>I must say a word to my friends who smoke the best tobacco, and who
+could stop at any time. What is your Christian influence in this
+respect? What is your influence upon young men? Do you not think it
+would be better for you to exercise a little self-denial! People
+wondered why George Briggs, Governor of Massachusetts, wore a cravat
+but no collar. &quot;Oh,&quot; they said, &quot;it is an absurd eccentricity.&quot; This
+was the history of the cravat without any collar: For many years
+before he had been talking with an inebriate, trying to persuade him
+to give up the habit of drinking and he said to the inebriate, &quot;Your
+habit is entirely unnecessary.&quot; &quot;Ah!&quot; replied the inebriate, &quot;we do a
+great many things that are not necessary. It isn't necessary that you
+should have that collar.&quot; &quot;Well,&quot; said Mr. Briggs, &quot;I'll never wear a
+collar again if you will stop drinking.&quot; &quot;Agreed,&quot; said the other.
+They joined hands in a pledge that they kept for twenty years&mdash;kept
+until death. That is magnificent. That is Gospel, practical Gospel,
+worthy of George Briggs, worthy of you. Self-denial for others.
+Subtraction from our advantage that there may be an addition to
+somebody else's advantage.</p>
+
+<p>But what I have said has been chiefly appropriate for men. Now my
+subject widens and shall be appropriate for both sexes. In all ages of
+the world there has been a search for some herb or flower that would
+stimulate lethargy and compose grief. Among the ancient Greeks and
+Egyptians they found something they called nepenthe, and the Theban
+women knew how to compound it. If a person should chew a few of those
+leaves his grief would be immediately whelmed with hilarity. Nepenthe
+passed out from the consideration of the world and then came hasheesh,
+which is from the Indian hemp. It is manufactured from the flowers at
+the top. The workman with leathern apparel walks through the field and
+the exudation of the plants adheres to the leathern garments, and then
+the man comes out and scrapes off this exudation, and it is mixed with
+aromatics and becomes an intoxicant that has brutalized whole nations.
+Its first effect is sight, spectacle glorious and grand beyond all
+description, but afterward it pulls down body, mind, and soul into
+anguish.</p>
+
+<p>I knew one of the most brilliant men of our time. His appearance in a
+newspaper column, or a book, or a magazine was an enchantment. In the
+course of a half hour he could produce more wit and more valuable
+information than any man I ever heard talk. But he chewed hasheesh. He
+first took it out of curiosity to see whether the power said to be
+attached really existed. He took it. He got under the power of it. He
+tried to break loose. He put his hand in the cockatrice's den to see
+whether it would bite, and he found out to his own undoing. His
+friends gathered around and tried to save him, but he could not be
+saved. The father, a minister of the Gospel, prayed with him and
+counseled him, and out of a comparatively small salary employed the
+first medical advice of New York, Philadelphia, Edinburgh, Paris,
+London, and Berlin, for he was his only son. No help came. First his
+body gave way in pangs and convulsions of suffering. Then his mind
+gave way and he became a raving maniac. Then his soul went out
+blaspheming God into a starless eternity. He died at thirty years of
+age. Behold the work of accursed hasheesh.</p>
+
+<p>But I must put my emphasis upon the use of opium. It is made from the
+white poppy. It is not a new discovery. Three hundred years before
+Christ we read of it; but it was not until the seventh century that it
+took up its march of death, and, passing out of the curative and the
+medicinal, through smoking and mastication it has become the curse of
+nations. In 1861 there were imported into this country one hundred and
+seven thousand pounds of opium. In 1880, nineteen years after, there
+were imported five hundred and thirty thousand pounds of opium. In
+1876 there were in this country two hundred and twenty-five thousand
+opium-consumers. Now, it is estimated there are in the United States
+to-day six hundred thousand victims of opium. It is appalling.</p>
+
+<p>We do not know why some families do not get on. There is something
+mysterious about them. The opium habit is so stealthy, it is so
+deceitful, and it is so deathful, you can cure a hundred men of
+strong drink where you can cure one opium-eater.</p>
+
+<p>I have knelt down in this very church by those who were elegant in
+apparel, and elegant in appearance, and from the depths of their souls
+and from the depths of my soul, we cried out for God's rescue. Somehow
+it did not come. In many a household only the physician and pastor
+know it&mdash;the physician called in for physical relief, the pastor
+called in for spiritual relief, and they both fail. The physician
+confesses his defeat, the minister of religion confesses his defeat,
+for somehow God does not seem to hear a prayer offered for an
+opium-eater. His grace is infinite, and I have been told there are
+cases of reformation. I never saw one. I say this not to wound the
+feelings of any who may feel this awful grip, but to utter a potent
+warning that you stand back from that gate of hell. Oh, man, oh,
+woman, tampering with this great evil, have you fallen back on this as
+a permanent resource because of some physical distress or mental
+anguish? Better stop. The ecstasies do not pay for the horrors. The
+Paradise is followed too soon by the Pandemonium. Morphia, a blessing
+of God for the relief of sudden pang and of acute dementia,
+misappropriated and never intended for permanent use.</p>
+
+<p>It is not merely the barbaric fanatics that are taken down by it. Did
+you ever read De Quincey's &quot;Confessions of an Opium-Eater?&quot; He says
+that during the first ten years the habit handed to him all the keys
+of Paradise, but it would take something as mighty as De Quincey's pen
+to describe the consequent horrors. There is nothing that I have ever
+read about the tortures of the damned that seemed more horrible than
+those which De Quincey says he suffered. Samuel Taylor Coleridge first
+conquered the world with his exquisite pen, and then was conquered by
+opium. The most brilliant, the most eloquent lawyer of the nineteenth
+century went down under its power, and there is a vast multitude of
+men and women&mdash;but more women than men&mdash;who are going into the dungeon
+of that awful incarceration.</p>
+
+<p>The worst thing about it is, it takes advantage of one's weakness. De
+Quincey says: &quot;I got to be an opium-eater on account of my
+rheumatism.&quot; Coleridge says: &quot;I got to be an opium-eater on account of
+my sleeplessness.&quot; For what are you taking it? For God's sake do not
+take it long. The wealthiest, the grandest families going down under
+its power. Twenty-five thousand victims of opium in Chicago.
+Twenty-five thousand victims of opium in St. Louis, and, according to
+that average, seventy-five thousand victims of opium in New York and
+Brooklyn.</p>
+
+<p>The clerk of a drug store says: &quot;I can tell them when they come in;
+there is something about their complexion, something about their
+manner, something about the look of their eyes that shows they are
+victims.&quot; Some in the struggle to get away from it try chloral. Whole
+tons of chloral manufactured in Germany every year. Baron Liebig says
+he knows one chemist in Germany who manufactures a half ton of chloral
+every week. Beware of hydrate of chloral. It is coming on with mighty
+tread to curse these cities. But I am chiefly under this head speaking
+of the morphine. The devil of morphia is going to be in this country,
+in my opinion, mightier than the devil of alcohol. By the power of the
+Christian pulpit, by the power of the Christianized printing-press, by
+the power of the Lord God Almighty, all these evils are going to be
+extirpated&mdash;all, all, and you have a work in regard to that, and I
+have a work. But what we do we had better do right away. The clock
+ticks now, and we hear it; after awhile the clock will tick and we
+will not hear it.</p>
+
+<p>I sat at a country fireside, and I saw the fire kindle and blaze, and
+go out. I sat long enough at that fireside to get a good many
+practical reflections, and I said: &quot;That is like human life, that fire
+on the hearth.&quot; We put on the fagots and they blaze up, and out, and
+on, and the whole room is filled with the light, gay of sparkle, gay
+of flash, gay of crackle. Emblem of boyhood. Now the fire intensifies.
+Now the flame reddens into coals. Now the heat is becoming more and
+more intense, and the more it is stirred the redder is the coal. Now
+with one sweep of flame it cleaves the way, and all the hearth glows
+with the intensity. Emblem of full manhood. Now the coals begin to
+whiten. Now the heat lessens. Now the flickering shadows die along the
+wall. Now the fagots fall apart. Now the household hover over the
+expiring embers. Now the last breath of smoke is lost in the chimney.
+The fire is out. Shovel up the white remains. Ashes! Ashes!</p>
+
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="why_are_satan" id="why_are_satan"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>WHY ARE SATAN AND SIN PERMITTED?</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">&quot;Wherefore do the wicked live?&quot;&mdash;
+<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Job</span> xxi: 7,</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>Poor Job! With tusks and horns and hoofs and stings, all the
+misfortunes of life seemed to come upon him at once. Bankruptcy,
+bereavement, scandalization, and eruptive disease so irritating that
+he had to re-enforce his ten finger-nails with pieces of earthenware
+to scratch himself withal. His wife took the diagnosis of his
+complaints and prescribed profanity. She thought he would feel better
+if between the paroxysms of grief and pain he would swear a little.
+For each boil a plaster of objurgation.</p>
+
+<p>Probably no man was ever more tempted to take the bad advice than
+when, at last, Job's three exasperating friends came in, Eliphaz,
+Zophar, and Bildad, practically saying to him, &quot;You old sinner, serves
+you right; you are a hypocrite; what a sight you are! God has sent
+these chastisements for your wickedness.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The disfigured invalid, putting down the pieces of broken saucer with
+which he had been rubbing his arms, with swollen eyelids looks up and
+says to his garrulous friends in substance, &quot;The most wicked people
+sometimes have the best health and are the most prospered,&quot; and then
+in that connection hurls the question which every man and woman has
+asked in some juncture of affairs, &quot;Wherefore do the wicked live?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>They build up fortunes that overshadow the earth. They confound all
+the life-insurance tables on the subject of longevity, dying
+octogenarians, perhaps nonagenarians, possibly centenarians. Ahab in
+the palace, Naboth in the cabinet. Unclean Herod on the throne,
+consecrated Paul twisting ropes for tent-making. Manasseh, the worst
+of all the kings of Juda, living longer than any of them. While the
+general rule is the wicked do not live out half their days, there are
+exceptions where they live on to great age and in a Paradise of beauty
+and luxuriance, and die with a whole college of physicians expending
+its skill in trying further prolongation of life, and have a funeral
+with casket under mountain of calla-lilies, the finest equipages of
+the city jingling and flashing into line, the poor, angle-worm of the
+dust carried out to its hole in the ground with the pomp that might
+make a spirit from some other world suppose that the Archangel Michael
+was dead.</p>
+
+<p>Go up among the finest residences of the city, and on some of the
+door-plates you will find the names of those mightiest for commercial
+and social iniquity. They are the vampires of society&mdash;they are the
+gorgons of the century. Some of these men have each wheel of their
+carriage a juggernaut wet with the blood of those sacrificed to their
+avarice. Some of them are like Caligula, who wished that all the
+people had only one neck that he might strike it off at one blow. Oh,
+the slain, the slain! A long procession of usurers and libertines and
+infamous quacks and legal charlatans and world-grabbing monsters. What
+apostleship of despoliation! Demons incarnate. Hundreds of men
+concentering all their energies of body, mind, and soul in one
+prolonged, ever-intensifying, and unrelenting effort to scald and
+scarify and blast and consume the world. I do not blame you for asking
+me the quivering, throbbing, burning, resounding, appalling question
+of my text, &quot;Wherefore do the wicked live?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>In the first place, they live to demonstrate beyond all controversy
+the long-suffering patience of God. You sometimes say, under some
+great affront, &quot;I will not stand it;&quot; but perhaps you are compelled to
+stand it. God, with all the batteries of omnipotence loaded with
+thunderbolts, stands it century after century. I have no doubt
+sometimes an angel comes to Him and suggests, &quot;Now is the time to
+strike.&quot; &quot;No,&quot; says God; &quot;wait a year, wait twenty years, wait a
+century, wait five centuries.&quot; What God does is not so wonderful as
+what He does not do. He has the reserve corps with which He could
+strike Mormonism and Mohammedanism and Paganism from the earth in a
+day. He could take all the fraud in New York on the west side of
+Broadway and hurl it into the Hudson, and all the fraud on the east
+side of Broadway and hurl it into the East River in an hour. He
+understands the combination lock of every dishonest money-safe, and
+could blow it up quicker than by any earthly explosive. Written all
+over the earth, written all over history are the words, &quot;Divine
+forbearance, divine leniency, divine long-suffering.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I wonder that God did not burn this world up two thousand years ago,
+scattering its ashes into immensity, its aerolites dropping into
+other worlds to be kept in their museums as specimens of a defunct
+planet. People sometimes talk of God as though He were hasty in His
+judgments and as though He snapped men up quick. Oh, no! He waited one
+hundred and twenty years for the people to get into the ark, and
+warned them all the time&mdash;one hundred and twenty years, then the flood
+came. The Anchor Line gives only a month's announcement of the sailing
+of the &quot;Circassia,&quot; the White Star Line gives only a month's
+announcement of the sailing of the &quot;Britannic,&quot; the Cunard Line gives
+only a month's announcement of the sailing of the &quot;Oregon;&quot; but of the
+sailing of that ship that Noah commanded God gave one hundred and
+twenty years' announcement and warning. Patience antediluvian,
+patience postdiluvian, patience in times Adamic, Abrahamic, Mosaic,
+Davidic, Pauline, Lutheran, Whitefieldian. Patience with men and
+nations. Patience with barbarisms and civilizations. Six thousand
+years of patience! Overtopping attribute of God, all of whose
+attributes are immeasurable. Why do the wicked live? That their
+overthrow may be the more impressive and climacteric. They must pile
+up their mischief until all the community shall see it, until the
+nation shall see it, until all the world shall see it. The higher it
+goes up the harder it will come down and the grander will be the
+divine vindication.</p>
+
+<p>God will not allow sin to sneak out of the world. God will not allow
+it merely to resign and quit. This shall not be a case that goes by
+default because no one appears against it. God will arraign it,
+handcuff it, try it, bring against it the verdict of all the good, and
+then gibbet it so high up that if one half of the gibbet stood on
+Mount Washington and the other on the Himalaya, it would not be any
+more conspicuous.</p>
+
+<p>About fifteen years ago we had in this country a most illustrious
+instance of how God lets a man go on in iniquity, so that at the close
+of the career his overthrow may be the more impressive, full of
+warning and climacteric. First, an honest chairmaker, then an
+alderman, then a member of congress, then a supervisor of a city, then
+school commissioner, then state senator, then commissioner of public
+works&mdash;on and up, stealing thousands of dollars here and thousands of
+dollars there, until the malfeasance in office overtopped anything the
+world had ever seen&mdash;making the new Court House in New York a monument
+of municipal crime, and rushing the debt of the city from thirty-six
+million dollars to ninety-seven millions. Now, he is at the top of
+millionairedom.</p>
+
+<p>Country-seat terraced and arbored and parterred clear to the water's
+brink. Horses enough to stock a king's equerry. Grooms and postilions
+in full rig. Wine cellars enough to make a whole legislature drunk.
+New York finances and New York politics in his vest pocket. He winked,
+and men in high place fell. He lifted his little finger, and
+ignoramuses took important office. He whispered, and in Albany and
+Washington they said it thundered. Wider and mightier and more baleful
+his influence, until it seemed as if Pandemonium was to be adjourned
+to this world, and in the Satanic realm there was to be a change of
+administration, and Apollyon, who had held dominion so long, should
+have a successful competitor.</p>
+
+<p>To bring all to a climax, a wedding came in the house of that man.
+Diamonds as large as hickory nuts. A pin of sixty diamonds
+representing sheaves of wheat. Musicians in a semicircle, half-hidden
+by a great harp of flowers. Ships of flowers. Forty silver sets, one
+of them with two hundred and forty pieces. One wedding-dress that cost
+five thousand dollars. A famous libertine, who owned several Long
+Island Sound steamboats, and not long before he was shot for his
+crimes, sent as a wedding present to that house a frosted silver
+iceberg, with representations of arctic bears walking on
+icicle-handles and ascending the spoons. Was there ever such a
+convocation of pictures, bronzes, of bric-&agrave;-brac, of grandeurs, social
+grandeurs? The highest wave of New York splendor rolled into that
+house and recoiled perhaps never again to rise so high. But just at
+that time, when all earthly and infernal observation was concentered
+on that man, eternal justice, impersonated by that wonder of the
+American bar, Charles O'Connor, got on the track of the offender.
+First arraignment, then sentence to twelve years' imprisonment under
+twelve indictments, then penitentiary on Blackwell's Island, then a
+lawsuit against him for six million dollars, then incarceration in
+Ludlow Street jail, then escape to foreign land, to be brought back
+under the stout grip of the constabulary, then dying of broken heart
+in a prison cell. God allowed him to go on in iniquity until all the
+world saw as never before that &quot;the way of the transgressor is hard,&quot;
+and that dishonesty will not declare permanent dividends, and that you
+had better be an honest chairmaker with a day's wages at a time than
+a brilliant commissioner of public works, all your pockets crammed
+with plunder.</p>
+
+<p>What a brilliant figure in history is William the Conqueror, the
+intimidator of France, of Anjou, of Brittany, victor at Hastings,
+snatching the crown of England and setting it on his own brow,
+destroying homesteads that he might have a larger game forest, making
+a Doomsday Book by which he could keep the whole land under despotic
+espionage, proclaiming war in revenge for a joke uttered in regard to
+his obesity. Harvest fields and vineyards going down under the cavalry
+hoof. Nations horror-struck. But one day while at the apex of all
+observation he is riding out and the horse put his hoof on a hot
+cinder, throwing the king so violently against the pommel of the
+saddle that he dies, his son hastening to England to get the crown
+before the breath has left his father's body.</p>
+
+<p>The imperial corpse drawn by a cart, most of the attendants leaving it
+in the street because of a fire alarm that they might go off and see
+the conflagration. And just as they are going to put his body down in
+the church which he had built, a man stepping up and saying, &quot;Bishop,
+the man you praise is a robber. This church stands on my father's
+homestead. The property on which this church is built is mine. I
+reclaim my right. In the name of Almighty God I forbid you to bury the
+king here, or to cover him with my glebe.&quot; &quot;Go up,&quot; said the ambition
+of William the Conqueror. &quot;Go up by conquest, go up by throne, go up
+in the sight of all nations, go up by cruelties.&quot; But one day God
+said, &quot;Come down, come down by the way of a miserable death, come down
+by the way of an ignominious obsequies, come down in the sight of all
+nations, come clear down, come down forever.&quot; And you and I see the
+same thing on a smaller scale many and many a time&mdash;illustrations of
+the fact that God lets the wicked live that He may make their
+overthrow the more climacteric.</p>
+
+<p>What is true in regard to sin is true in regard to its author, Satan,
+called Abaddon, called the Prince of the Power of the Air, called the
+serpent, called the dragon. It seems to me any intelligent man must
+admit that there is a commander-in-chief of all evil.</p>
+
+<p>The Persians called him Ahriman, the Hindus called him Siva. He was
+represented on canvas as a mythological combination of Thor and
+Cerberus and Pan and Vulcan and other horrible addenda. I do not care
+what you call him, that monster of evil is abroad, and his one work is
+destruction. John Milton almost glorified him by witchery of
+description, but he is the concentration of all meanness and of all
+despicability. My little child, seven years of age, said to her mother
+one day, &quot;Why don't God kill the devil at once, and have done with
+it?&quot; In less terse phrase we have all asked the same question. The
+Bible says he is to be imprisoned and he is to be chained down. Why
+not heave the old miscreant into his dungeon now? Does it not seem as
+if his volume of infamy were complete? Does it not seem as if the last
+fifty years would make an appropriate peroration? No; God will let him
+go on to the top of all bad endeavor, and then when all the earth and
+all constellations and galaxies and all the universe are watching, God
+will hurl him down with a violence and ghastliness enough to persuade
+five hundred eternities that a rebellion against God must perish. God
+will not do it by piecemeal, God will not do it by small skirmish. He
+will wait until all the troops are massed, and then some day when in
+defiant and confident mood, at the head of his army, this Goliath of
+hell stalks forth, our champion, the son of David, will strike him
+down, not with smooth stones from the brook, but with fragments from
+the Rock of Ages. But it will not be done until this giant of evil and
+his holy antagonist come out within full sight of the two great
+armies. The tragedy is only postponed to make the overthrow more
+impressive and climacteric. Do not fret. If God can afford to wait you
+can afford to wait. God's clock of destiny strikes only once in a
+thousand years. Do not try to measure events by the second-hand on
+your little time-piece. Sin and Satan go on only that their overthrow
+may at last be the more terrific, the more impressive, the more
+resounding, the more climacteric.</p>
+
+<p>Why do the wicked live? In order that they may build up fortresses for
+righteousness to capture. Have you not noticed that God harnesses men,
+bad men, and accomplishes good through them? Witness Cyrus, witness
+Nebuchadnezzar, witness the fact that the Bastile of oppression was
+pried open by the bayonets of a bad man. Recently there came to me the
+fact that a college had been built at the Far West for infidel
+purposes. There was to be no nonsense of chapel prayers, no Bible
+reading there. All the professors there were pronounced infidels. The
+college was opened, and the work went on, but, of course, failed. Not
+long ago a Presbyterian minister was in a bank in that village on
+purposes of business, and he heard in an adjoining room the board of
+trustees of that college discussing what they had better do with the
+institution, as it did not get on successfully, and one of the
+trustees proposed that it be handed over to the Presbyterians,
+prefacing the word Presbyterians with a very unhappy expletive. The
+resolutions were passed, and that fortress of infidelity has become a
+fortress of old-fashioned, orthodox religion, the only religion that
+will be worth a snap of your finger when you come to die or appear in
+the Day of Judgment. The devil built the college. Righteousness
+captured it.</p>
+
+<p>In some city there goes up a great club-house&mdash;the architecture, the
+furniture, all the equipment a bedazzlement of wealth. That particular
+club-house is designed to make gambling and dissipation respectable.</p>
+
+<p>Do not fret. That splendid building will after a while be a free
+library, or it will be a hospital, or it will be a gallery of pure
+art. Again and again observatories have been built by infidelity, and
+the first thing you know they go into the hand of Christian science.
+God said in the Bible that He would put a hook in Sennacherib's nose
+and pull him down by a way he knew not. And God has a hook to-day in
+the nose of every Sennacherib of infidelity and sin, and will drag him
+about as He will. Marble halls deserted to sinful amusements will yet
+be dedicated for religious assemblage. All these castles of sin are to
+be captured for God as we go forth with the battle-shout that Oliver
+Cromwell rang out at the head of his troops as he rode in on the field
+of Naseby: &quot;Let God arise and let His enemies be scattered!&quot; After a
+great fire in London, amid the ruins there was nothing left but an
+arch with the name of the architect upon it; and, my friends, whatever
+else goes down, God stays up.</p>
+
+<p>Why do the wicked live? That some of them may be monuments of mercy.</p>
+
+<p>So it was with John Newton, so it was with Augustine, perhaps so it
+was with you. Chieftains of sin to become chieftains of grace. Paul,
+the apostle, made out of Saul, the persecutor. Baxter, the flaming
+evangel, made out of Baxter, the blasphemer. Whole squadrons, with
+streamers of Emmanuel floating from the masthead, though once they
+were launched from the dry-docks of diabolism. God lets these wicked
+men live that He may make jewels out of them for coronets, that He may
+make tongues of fire out of them for Pentecosts, that He may make
+warriors out of them for Armageddons, that he may make conquerors out
+of them for the day when they shall ride at the head of the
+white-horse host in the grand review of the resurrection.</p>
+
+<p>Why do the wicked live? To make it plain beyond all controversy that
+there is another place of adjustment. So many of the bad up, so many
+of the good down. It seems to me that no man can look abroad without
+saying&mdash;no man of common sense, religious or irreligious, can look
+abroad without saying, &quot;There must be some place where brilliant
+scoundrelism shall be arrested, where innocence shall get out from
+under the heel of despotism.&quot; Common fairness as well as eternal
+justice demands it.</p>
+
+<p>We adjourn to the great assizes, the stupendous injustices of this
+life. They are not righted here. There must be some place where they
+will be righted. God can not afford to omit the judgment day or the
+reconstruction of conditions. For you can not make me believe that
+that man stuffed with all abomination, having devoured widows' houses
+and digested them, looking with basilisk or tigerish eyes upon his
+fellows, no music so sweet to him as the sound of breaking hearts, is,
+at death, to get out of the landau at the front door of the sepulcher
+and pass right on through to the back door of the sepulcher, and find
+a celestial turnout waiting for him, so that he can drive tandem right
+up primrosed hills, one glory riding as lackey ahead, and another
+glory riding as postilion behind, while that poor woman who supported
+her invalid husband and her helpless children by taking in washing and
+ironing, often putting her hand to her side where the cancerous
+trouble had already begun, and dropping dead late on Saturday night
+while she was preparing the garments for the Sabbath day, coming afoot
+to the front door of the sepulcher, shall pass through to the back
+door of the sepulcher and find nothing waiting, no one to welcome, no
+one to tell her the way to the King's gate. I will not believe it.
+Solomon was confounded in his day by what he represents as princes
+afoot and beggars a-horseback, but I tell you there must be a place
+and a time when the right foot will get into the stirrup. To
+demonstrate beyond all controversy that there is another place for
+adjustment, God lets the wicked live.</p>
+
+<p>Why do the wicked live? For the same reason that He lets us live&mdash;to
+have time for repentance.</p>
+
+<p>Where would you and I have been if sin had been followed by immediate
+catastrophe? While the foot of Christ is fleet as that of a roebuck
+when He comes to save, it does seem as if he were hoppled with great
+languors and infinite lethargies when He comes to punish. Oh, I
+celebrate God's slowness, God's retardation, God's putting off the
+retribution! Do you not think, my brother, it would be a great deal
+better for us to exchange our impatient hypercriticism of Providence
+because this man, by watering of stock, makes a million dollars in one
+day, and another man rides on in one bloated iniquity year after
+year&mdash;would it not be better for us to exchange that impatient
+hypercriticism for gratitude everlasting that God let us who were
+wicked live, though we deserved nothing but capsize and demolition?
+Oh, I celebrate God's slowness! The slower the rail-train comes the
+better, if the drawbridge is off.</p>
+
+<p>How long have you, my brother, lived unforgiven? Fifteen, twenty,
+forty, sixty years? Lived through great awakenings, lived through
+domestic sorrow, lived through commercial calamity, lived through
+providential crises that startled nations, and you are living yet,
+strangers to God, and with no hope for a great future into which you
+may be precipitated. Oh, would it not be better for us to get our
+nature through the Grace of Christ revolutionized and transfigured?
+For I want you to know that God sometimes changes His gait, and
+instead of the deliberate tread He is the swift witness, and sometimes
+the enemies of God are suddenly destroyed, and that without remedy.</p>
+
+<p>Make God your ally. What an offer that is! Do not fight against Him.
+Do not contend against your best interests. Yield this morning to the
+best impulse of your heart, and that is toward Christ and heaven. Do
+not fight the Lord that made you and offers to redeem you.</p>
+
+<p>Philip of France went out with his army, with bows and arrows, to
+fight King Edward III. of England; but just as they got into the
+critical moment of the battle, a shower of rain came and relaxed the
+bow-strings so that they were of no effect, and Philip and his army
+were worsted. And all your weaponry against God will be as nothing
+when he rains upon you discomfiture from the heavens. Do not fight the
+Lord any longer. Change allegiance. Take down the old flag of sin, run
+up the new flag of grace. It does not take the Lord Jesus Christ the
+thousandth part of a second to convert you if you will only surrender,
+be willing to be saved. The American Congress was in anxiety during
+the Revolutionary War while awaiting to hear news from the conflict
+between Washington and Cornwallis, and the anxiety became intense and
+almost unbearable as the days went by. When the news came at last that
+Cornwallis had surrendered and the war was practically over, so great
+was the excitement that the doorkeeper of the House of Congress
+dropped dead from joyful excitement. And if this long war between your
+soul and God should come to an end this morning by your entire
+surrender, the war forever over, the news would very soon reach the
+heavens, and nothing but the supernatural health of your loved ones
+before the throne would keep them from being prostrated with overjoy
+at the cessation of all spiritual hostilities.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0em; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 110%">THE END.</p>
+
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+Project Gutenberg's New Tabernacle Sermons, by Thomas De Witt Talmage
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+Title: New Tabernacle Sermons
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+NEW TABERNACLE SERMONS
+BY
+T. DE WITT TALMAGE, D.D.
+
+AUTHOR OF
+"_CRUMBS SWEPT UP_," "_THE ABOMINATIONS OF MODERN SOCIETY_," etc.
+
+Delivered in the Brooklyn Tabernacle.
+
+VOL. I
+
+NEW YORK:
+GEORGE MUNRO, PUBLISHER,
+17 TO 27 VANDEWATER STREET.
+1886.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: T. De Witt Talmage]
+
+
+ _Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1885, by_
+ GEORGE MUNRO, _in the Office of the Librarian of Congress,
+ Washington, D.C._
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+ PAGE
+ BRAWN AND MUSCLE 7
+ THE PLEIADES AND ORION 21
+ THE QUEEN'S VISIT 34
+ VICARIOUS SUFFERING 45
+ POSTHUMOUS OPPORTUNITY 59
+ THE LORD'S RAZOR 72
+ WINDOWS TOWARD JERUSALEM 83
+ STORMED AND TAKEN 95
+ ALL THE WORLD AKIN 108
+ A MOMENTOUS QUEST 119
+ THE GREAT ASSIZE 134
+ THE ROAD TO THE CITY 147
+ THE RANSOMLESS 158
+ THE THREE GROUPS 171
+ THE INSIGNIFICANT 184
+ THE THREE RINGS 197
+ HOW HE CAME TO SAY IT 209
+ CASTLE JESUS 221
+ STRIPPING THE SLAIN 233
+ SOLD OUT 246
+ SUMMER TEMPTATIONS 259
+ THE BANISHED QUEEN 274
+ THE DAY WE LIVE IN 285
+ CAPITAL AND LABOR 297
+ DESPOTISM OF THE NEEDLE 311
+ TOBACCO AND OPIUM 325
+ WHY ARE SATAN AND SIN PERMITTED? 339
+
+
+
+
+BRAWN AND MUSCLE.
+
+ "And Samson went down to Timnath."--JUDGES xiv: 1.
+
+
+There are two sides to the character of Samson. The one phase of his
+life, if followed into the particulars, would administer to the
+grotesque and the mirthful; but there is a phase of his character
+fraught with lessons of solemn and eternal import. To these graver
+lessons we devote our morning sermon.
+
+This giant no doubt in early life gave evidences of what he was to be.
+It is almost always so. There were two Napoleons--the boy Napoleon and
+the man Napoleon--but both alike; two Howards--the boy Howard and the
+man Howard--but both alike; two Samsons--the boy Samson and the man
+Samson--but both alike. This giant was no doubt the hero of the
+playground, and nothing could stand before his exhibitions of youthful
+prowess. At eighteen years of age he was betrothed to the daughter of
+a Philistine. Going down toward Timnath, a lion came out upon him,
+and, although this young giant was weaponless, he seized the monster
+by the long mane and shook him as a hungry hound shakes a March hare,
+and made his bones crack, and left him by the wayside bleeding under
+the smiting of his fist and the grinding heft of his heel.
+
+There he stands, looming up above other men, a mountain of flesh, his
+arms bunched with muscle that can lift the gate of a city, taking an
+attitude defiant of everything. His hair had never been cut, and it
+rolled down in seven great plaits over his shoulders, adding to his
+bulk, fierceness, and terror. The Philistines want to conquer him, and
+therefore they must find out where the secret of his strength lies.
+
+There is a dissolute woman living in the valley of Sorek by the name
+of Delilah. They appoint her the agent in the case. The Philistines
+are secreted in the same building, and then Delilah goes to work and
+coaxes Samson to tell what is the secret of his strength. "Well," he
+says, "if you should take seven green withes such as they fasten wild
+beasts with and put them around me I should be perfectly powerless."
+So she binds him with the seven green withes. Then she claps her hands
+and says: "They come--the Philistines!" and he walks out as though
+they were no impediment. She coaxes him again, and says: "Now tell me
+the secret of this great strength?" and he replies: "If you should
+take some ropes that have never been used and tie me with them I
+should be just like other men." She ties him with the ropes, claps her
+hands, and shouts: "They come--the Philistines!" He walks out as
+easily as he did before--not a single obstruction. She coaxes him
+again, and he says: "Now, if you should take these seven long plaits
+of hair, and by this house-loom weave them into a web, I could not get
+away." So the house-loom is rolled up, and the shuttle flies backward
+and forward and the long plaits of hair are woven into a web. Then she
+claps her hands, and says: "They come--the Philistines!" He walks out
+as easily as he did before, dragging a part of the loom with him.
+
+But after awhile she persuades him to tell the truth. He says: "If you
+should take a razor or shears and cut off this long hair, I should be
+powerless and in the hands of my enemies." Samson sleeps, and that she
+may not wake him up during the process of shearing, help is called in.
+You know that the barbers of the East have such a skillful way of
+manipulating the head to this very day that, instead of waking up a
+sleeping man, they will put a man wide awake sound asleep. I hear the
+blades of the shears grinding against each other, and I see the long
+locks falling off. The shears or razor accomplishes what green withes
+and new ropes and house-loom could not do. Suddenly she claps her
+hands, and says: "The Philistines be upon thee, Samson!" He rouses up
+with a struggle, but his strength is all gone. He is in the hands of
+his enemies.
+
+I hear the groan of the giant as they take his eyes out, and then I
+see him staggering on in his blindness, feeling his way as he goes on
+toward Gaza. The prison door is open, and the giant is thrust in. He
+sits down and puts his hands on the mill-crank, which, with exhausting
+horizontal motion, goes day after day, week after week, month after
+month--work, work, work! The consternation of the world in captivity,
+his locks shorn, his eyes punctured, grinding corn in Gaza!
+
+I. First of all, behold in this giant of the text that physical power
+is not always an index of moral power. He was a huge man--the lion
+found it out, and the three thousand men whom he slew found it out;
+yet he was the subject of petty revenges and out-gianted by low
+passion. I am far from throwing any discredit upon physical stamina.
+There are those who seem to have great admiration for delicacy and
+sickliness of constitution. I never could see any glory in weak nerves
+or sick headache. Whatever effort in our day is made to make the men
+and women more robust should have the favor of every good citizen as
+well as of every Christian. Gymnastics may be positively religious.
+
+Good people sometimes ascribe to a wicked heart what they ought to
+ascribe to a slow liver. The body and the soul are such near neighbors
+that they often catch each other's diseases. Those who never saw a
+sick day, and who, like Hercules, show the giant in the cradle, have
+more to answer for than those who are the subjects of life-long
+infirmities. He who can lift twice as much as you can, and walk twice
+as far, and work twice as long, will have a double account to meet in
+the judgment.
+
+How often it is that you do not find physical energy indicative of
+spiritual power! If a clear head is worth more than one dizzy with
+perpetual vertigo--if muscles with the play of health in them are
+worth more than those drawn up in chronic "rheumatics"--if an eye
+quick to catch passing objects is better than one with vision dim and
+uncertain--then God will require of us efficiency just in proportion
+to what he has given us. Physical energy ought to be a type of moral
+power. We ought to have as good digestion of truth as we have capacity
+to assimilate food. Our spiritual hearing ought to be as good as our
+physical hearing. Our spiritual taste ought to be as clear as our
+tongue. Samsons in body, we ought to be giants in moral power.
+
+But while you find a great many men who realize that they ought to use
+their money aright, and use their intelligence aright, how few men you
+find aware of the fact that they ought to use their physical organism
+aright! With every thump of the heart there is something saying,
+"Work! work!" and, lest we should complain that we have no tools to
+work with, God gives us our hands and feet, with every knuckle, and
+with every joint, and with every muscle saying to us, "Lay hold and do
+something."
+
+But how often it is that men with physical strength do not serve
+Christ! They are like a ship full manned and full rigged, capable of
+vast tonnage, able to endure all stress of weather, yet swinging idly
+at the docks, when these men ought to be crossing and recrossing the
+great ocean of human suffering and sin with God's supplies of mercy.
+How often it is that physical strength is used in doing positive
+damage, or in luxurious ease, when, with sleeves rolled up and bronzed
+bosom, fearless of the shafts of opposition, it ought to be laying
+hold with all its might, and tugging away to lift up this sunken wreck
+of a world.
+
+It is a most shameful fact that much of the business of the Church and
+of the world must be done by those comparatively invalid. Richard
+Baxter, by reason of his diseases, all his days sitting in the door of
+the tomb, yet writing more than a hundred volumes, and sending out an
+influence for God that will endure as long as the "Saints' Everlasting
+Rest." Edward Payson, never knowing a well day, yet how he preached,
+and how he wrote, helping thousands of dying souls like himself to
+swim in a sea of glory! And Robert M'Cheyne, a walking skeleton, yet
+you know what he did in Dundee, and how he shook Scotland with zeal
+for God. Philip Doddridge, advised by his friends, because of his
+illness, not to enter the ministry, yet you know what he did for the
+"rise and progress of religion" in the Church and in the world.
+
+Wilberforce was told by his doctors that he could not live a
+fortnight, yet at that very time entering upon philanthropic
+enterprises that demanded the greatest endurance and persistence.
+Robert Hall, suffering excruciations, so that often in his pulpit
+while preaching he would stop and lie down on a sofa, then getting up
+again to preach about heaven until the glories of the celestial city
+dropped on the multitude, doing more work, perhaps, than almost any
+well man in his day.
+
+Oh, how often it is that men with great physical endurance are not as
+great in moral and spiritual stature! While there are achievements for
+those who are bent all their days with sickness--achievements of
+patience, achievements of Christian endurance--I call upon men of
+health to-day, men of muscle, men of nerve, men of physical power, to
+devote themselves to the Lord. Giants in body, you ought to be giants
+in soul.
+
+II. Behold also, in the story of my text, illustration of the fact of
+the damage that strength can do if it be misguided. It seems to me
+that this man spent a great deal of his time in doing evil--this
+Samson of my text. To pay a bet which he had lost by guessing of his
+riddle he robs and kills thirty people. He was not only gigantic in
+strength, but gigantic in mischief, and a type of those men in all
+ages of the world who, powerful in body or mind, or any faculty of
+social position or wealth, have used their strength for iniquitous
+purposes.
+
+It is not the small, weak men of the day who do the damage. These
+small men who go swearing and loafing about your stores and shops and
+banking-houses, assailing Christ and the Bible and the Church--they do
+not do the damage. They have no influence. They are vermin that you
+crush with your foot. But it is the giants of the day, the misguided
+giants, giants in physical power, or giants in mental acumen, or
+giants in social position, or giants in wealth, who do the damage.
+
+The men with sharp pens that stab religion and throw their poison all
+through our literature; the men who use the power of wealth to
+sanction iniquity, and bribe justice, and make truth and honor bow to
+their golden scepter.
+
+Misguided giants--look out for them! In the middle and the latter part
+of the last century no doubt there were thousands of men in Paris and
+Edinburgh and London who hated God and blasphemed the name of the
+Almighty; but they did but little mischief--they were small men,
+insignificant men. Yet there were giants in those days.
+
+Who can calculate the soul-havoc of a Rousseau, going on with a very
+enthusiasm of iniquity, with fiery imagination seizing upon all the
+impulsive natures of his day? or David Hume, who employed his life as
+a spider employs its summer, in spinning out silken webs to trap the
+unwary? or Voltaire, the most learned man of his day, marshaling a
+great host of skeptics, and leading them out in the dark land of
+infidelity? or Gibbon, who showed an uncontrollable grudge against
+religion in his history of one of the most fascinating periods of the
+world's existence--the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire--a book in
+which, with all the splendors of his genius, he magnified the errors
+of Christian disciples, while, with a sparseness of notice that never
+can be forgiven, he treated of the Christian heroes of whom the world
+was not worthy?
+
+Oh, men of stout physical health, men of great mental stature, men of
+high social position, men of great power of any sort, I want you to
+understand your power, and I want you to know that that power devoted
+to God will be a crown on earth, to you typical of a crown in heaven;
+but misguided, bedraggled in sin, administrative of evil, God will
+thunder against you with His condemnation in the day when millionaire
+and pauper, master and slave, king and subject, shall stand side by
+side in the judgment, and money-bags, and judicial ermine, and royal
+robe shall be riven with the lightnings.
+
+Behold also, how a giant may be slain of a woman. Delilah started the
+train of circumstances that pulled down the temple of Dagon about
+Samson's ears. And tens of thousands of giants have gone down to death
+and hell through the same impure fascinations. It seems to me that it
+is high time that pulpit and platform and printing-press speak out
+against the impurities of modern society. Fastidiousness and Prudery
+say: "Better not speak--you will rouse up adverse criticism; you will
+make worse what you want to make better; better deal in glittering
+generalities; the subject is too delicate for polite ears." But there
+comes a voice from heaven overpowering the mincing sentimentalities of
+the day, saying: "Cry aloud, spare not, lift up thy voice like a
+trumpet, and show my people their transgressions and the house of
+Jacob their sins."
+
+The trouble is that when people write or speak upon this theme they
+are apt to cover it up with the graces of belles-lettres, so that the
+crime is made attractive instead of repulsive. Lord Byron in "Don
+Juan" adorns this crime until it smiles like a May queen. Michelet,
+the great French writer, covers it up with bewitching rhetoric until
+it glows like the rising sun, when it ought to be made loathsome as a
+small-pox hospital. There are to-day influences abroad which, if
+unresisted by the pulpit and the printing-press, will turn New York
+and Brooklyn into Sodom and Gomorrah, fit only for the storm of fire
+and brimstone that whelmed the cities of the plain.
+
+You who are seated in your Christian homes, compassed by moral and
+religious restraints, do not realize the gulf of iniquity that bounds
+you on the north and the south and the east and the west. While I
+speak there are tens of thousands of men and women going over the
+awful plunge of an impure life; and while I cry to God for mercy upon
+their souls, I call upon you to marshal in the defense of your homes,
+your Church and your nation. There is a banqueting hall that you have
+never heard described. You know all about the feast of Ahasuerus,
+where a thousand lords sat. You know all about Belshazzar's carousal,
+where the blood of the murdered king spurted into the faces of the
+banqueters. You may know of the scene of riot and wassail, when there
+was set before Esopus one dish of food that cost $400,000. But I speak
+now of a different banqueting hall. Its roof is fretted with fire. Its
+floor is tesselated with fire. Its chalices are chased with fire. Its
+song is a song of fire. Its walls are buttresses of fire. Solomon
+refers to it when he says: "Her guests are in the depths of hell."
+
+Our American communities are suffering from the gospel of Free
+Loveism, which, fifteen or twenty years ago, was preached on the
+platform and in some of the churches of this country. I charge upon
+Free Loveism that it has blighted innumerable homes, and that it has
+sent innumerable souls to ruin. Free Loveism is bestial; it is
+worse--it is infernal! It has furnished this land with about one
+thousand divorces annually. In one county in the State of Indiana it
+furnished eleven divorces in one day before dinner. It has roused up
+elopements, North, South, East, and West. You can hardly take up a
+paper but you read of an elopement. As far as I can understand the
+doctrine of Free Loveism it is this: That every man ought to have
+somebody else's wife, and every wife somebody else's husband. They do
+not like our Christian organization of society, and I wish they would
+all elope, the wretches of one sex taking the wretches of the other,
+and start to-morrow morning for the great Sahara Desert, until the
+simoom shall sweep seven feet of sand all over them, and not one
+passing caravan for the next five hundred years bring back one
+miserable bone of their carcasses! Free Loveism! It is the
+double-distilled extract of nux vomica, ratsbane, and adder's tongue.
+Never until society goes back to the old Bible, and hears its eulogy
+of purity and its anathema of uncleanness--never until then will this
+evil be extirpated.
+
+IV. Behold also in this giant of the text and in the giant of our own
+century that great physical power must crumble and expire. The Samson
+of the text long ago went away. He fought the lion. He fought the
+Philistines. He could fight anything, but death was too much for him.
+He may have required a longer grave and a broader grave; but the tomb
+nevertheless was his terminus.
+
+If, then, we are to be compelled to go out of this world, where are we
+to go to? This body and soul must soon part. What shall be the destiny
+of the former I know--dust to dust. But what shall be the destiny of
+the latter? Shall it rise into the companionship of the white-robed,
+whose sins Christ has slain? or will it go down among the unbelieving,
+who tried to gain the world and save their souls, but were swindled
+out of both? Blessed be God, we have a Champion! He is so styled in
+the Bible: A Champion who has conquered death and hell, and he is
+ready to fight all our battles from the first to the last. "Who is
+this that cometh from Edom, with dyed garments from Bozrah, mighty to
+save?" If we follow in the wake of that Champion death has no power
+and the grave no victory. The worst man trusting in Him shall have his
+dying pangs alleviated and his future illumined.
+
+V. In the light of this subject I want to call your attention to a
+fact which may not have been rightly considered by five men in this
+house, and that is the fact that we must be brought into judgment for
+the employment of our physical organism. Shoulder, brain, hand,
+foot--we must answer in judgment for the use we have made of them.
+Have they been used for the elevation of society or for its
+depression? In proportion as our arm is strong and our step elastic
+will our account at last be intensified. Thousands of sermons are
+preached to invalids. I preach this sermon this morning to stout men
+and healthful women. We must give to God an account for the right use
+of this physical organism.
+
+These invalids have comparatively little to account for, perhaps. They
+could not lift twenty pounds. They could not walk half a mile without
+sitting down to rest. In the preparation of this subject I have said
+to myself, how shall I account to God in judgment for the use of a
+body which never knew one moment of real sickness? Rising up in
+judgment, standing beside the men and women who had only little
+physical energy, and yet consumed that energy in a conflagration of
+religious enthusiasm, how will we feel abashed!
+
+Oh, men of the strong arm and the stout heart, what use are you making
+of your physical forces? Will you be able to stand the test of that
+day when we must answer for the use of every talent, whether it were a
+physical energy, or a mental acumen, or a spiritual power?
+
+The day approaches, and I see one who in this world was an invalid,
+and as she stands before the throne of God to answer she says, "I was
+sick all my days. I had but very little strength, but I did as well as
+I could in being kind to those who were more sick and more
+suffering." And Christ will say, "Well done, faithful servant."
+
+And then a little child will stand before the throne, and she will
+say, "On earth I had a curvature of the spine, and I was very weak,
+and I was very sick; but I used to gather flowers out of the wild-wood
+and bring them to my sick mother, and she was comforted when she saw
+the sweet flowers out of the wild-wood. I didn't do much, but I did
+something." And Christ shall say, as He takes her up in His arm and
+kisses her, "Well done, well done, faithful servant; enter thou into
+the joy of thy Lord."
+
+What, then, will be said to us--we to whom the Lord gave physical
+strength and continuous health? Hark! it thunders again. The judgment!
+the judgment!
+
+I said to an old Scotch minister, who was one of the best friends I
+ever had, "Doctor, did you ever know Robert Pollock, the Scotch poet,
+who wrote 'The Course of Time'?" "Oh, yes," he replied, "I knew him
+well; I was his classmate." And then the doctor went on to tell me how
+that the writing of "The Course of Time" exhausted the health of
+Robert Pollock, and he expired. It seems as if no man could have such
+a glimpse of the day for which all other days were made as Robert
+Pollock had, and long survive that glimpse. In the description of that
+day he says, among other things:
+
+ "Begin the woe, ye woods, and tell it to the doleful winds
+ And doleful winds wail to the howling hills,
+ And howling hills mourn to the dismal vales,
+ And dismal vales sigh to the sorrowing brooks,
+ And sorrowing brooks weep to the weeping stream,
+ And weeping stream awake the groaning deep;
+ Ye heavens, great archway of the universe, put sack-cloth on;
+ And ocean, robe thyself in garb of widowhood,
+ And gather all thy waves into a groan, and utter it.
+ Long, loud, deep, piercing, dolorous, immense.
+ The occasion asks it, Nature dies, and angels come to lay
+ her in her grave."
+
+What Robert Pollock saw in poetic dream, you and I will see in
+positive reality--the judgment! the judgment!
+
+
+
+
+THE PLEIADES AND ORION.
+
+ "Seek Him that maketh the Seven Stars and Orion."--AMOS. v. 8
+
+
+A country farmer wrote this text--Amos of Tekoa. He plowed the earth
+and threshed the grain by a new threshing-machine just invented, as
+formerly the cattle trod out the grain. He gathered the fruit of the
+sycamore-tree, and scarified it with an iron comb just before it was
+getting ripe, as it was necessary and customary in that way to take
+from it the bitterness. He was the son of a poor shepherd, and
+stuttered; but before the stammering rustic the Philistines, and
+Syrians, and Phoenicians, and Moabites, and Ammonites, and Edomites,
+and Israelites trembled.
+
+Moses was a law-giver, Daniel was a prince, Isaiah a courtier, and
+David a king; but Amos, the author of my text, was a peasant, and, as
+might be supposed, nearly all his parallelisms are pastoral, his
+prophecy full of the odor of new-mown hay, and the rattle of locusts,
+and the rumble of carts with sheaves, and the roar of wild beasts
+devouring the flock while the shepherd came out in their defense. He
+watched the herds by day, and by night inhabited a booth made out of
+bushes, so that through these branches he could see the stars all
+night long, and was more familiar with them than we who have tight
+roofs to our houses, and hardly ever see the stars except among the
+tall brick chimneys of the great towns. But at seasons of the year
+when the herds were in special danger, he would stay out in the open
+field all through the darkness, his only shelter the curtain of the
+night, heaven, with the stellar embroideries and silvered tassels of
+lunar light.
+
+What a life of solitude, all alone with his herds! Poor Amos! And at
+twelve o'clock at night, hark to the wolf's bark, and the lion's roar,
+and the bear's growl, and the owl's te-whit-te-whos, and the serpent's
+hiss, as he unwittingly steps too near while moving through the
+thickets! So Amos, like other herdsmen, got the habit of studying the
+map of the heavens, because it was so much of the time spread out
+before him. He noticed some stars advancing and others receding. He
+associated their dawn and setting with certain seasons of the year. He
+had a poetic nature, and he read night by night, and month by month,
+and year by year, the poem of the constellations, divinely rhythmic.
+But two rosettes of stars especially attracted his attention while
+seated on the ground, or lying on his back under the open scroll of
+the midnight heavens--the Pleiades, or Seven Stars, and Orion. The
+former group this rustic prophet associated with the spring, as it
+rises about the first of May. The latter he associated with the
+winter, as it comes to the meridian in January. The Pleiades, or Seven
+Stars, connected with all sweetness and joy; Orion, the herald of the
+tempest. The ancients were the more apt to study the physiognomy and
+juxtaposition of the heavenly bodies, because they thought they had a
+special influence upon the earth; and perhaps they were right. If the
+moon every few hours lifts and lets down the tides of the Atlantic
+Ocean, and the electric storms of last year in the sun, by all
+scientific admission, affected the earth, why not the stars have
+proportionate effect?
+
+And there are some things which make me think that it may not have
+been all superstition which connected the movements and appearance of
+the heavenly bodies with great moral events on earth. Did not a meteor
+run on evangelistic errand on the first Christmas night, and designate
+the rough cradle of our Lord? Did not the stars in their courses fight
+against Sisera? Was it merely coincidental that before the destruction
+of Jerusalem the moon was eclipsed for twelve consecutive nights? Did
+it merely happen so that a new star appeared in constellation
+Cassiopeia, and then disappeared just before King Charles IX. of
+France, who was responsible for St. Bartholomew massacre, died? Was it
+without significance that in the days of the Roman Emperor Justinian
+war and famine were preceded by the dimness of the sun, which for
+nearly a year gave no more light than the moon, although there were no
+clouds to obscure it?
+
+Astrology, after all, may have been something more than a brilliant
+heathenism. No wonder that Amos of the text, having heard these two
+anthems of the stars, put down the stout rough staff of the herdsman
+and took into his brown hand and cut and knotted fingers the pen of a
+prophet, and advised the recreant people of his time to return to God,
+saying: "Seek Him that maketh the Seven Stars and Orion." This
+command, which Amos gave 785 years B.C., is just as appropriate for
+us, 1885 A.D.
+
+In the first place, Amos saw, as we must see, that the God who made
+the Pleiades and Orion must be the God of order. It was not so much a
+star here and a star there that impressed the inspired herdsman, but
+seven in one group, and seven in the other group. He saw that night
+after night and season after season and decade after decade they had
+kept step of light, each one in its own place, a sisterhood never
+clashing and never contesting precedence. From the time Hesiod called
+the Pleiades the "seven daughters of Atlas" and Virgil wrote in his
+Æneid of "Stormy Orion" until now, they have observed the order
+established for their coming and going; order written not in
+manuscript that may be pigeon-holed, but with the hand of the Almighty
+on the dome of the sky, so that all nations may read it. Order.
+Persistent order. Sublime order. Omnipotent order.
+
+What a sedative to you and me, to whom communities and nations
+sometimes seem going pell-mell, and world ruled by some fiend at
+hap-hazard, and in all directions maladministration! The God who keeps
+seven worlds in right circuit for six thousand years can certainly
+keep all the affairs of individuals and nations and continents in
+adjustment. We had not better fret much, for the peasant's argument of
+the text was right. If God can take care of the seven worlds of the
+Pleiades and the four chief worlds of Orion, He can probably take care
+of the one world we inhabit.
+
+So I feel very much as my father felt one day when we were going to
+the country mill to get a grist ground, and I, a boy of seven years,
+sat in the back part of the wagon, and our yoke of oxen ran away with
+us and along a labyrinthine road through the woods, so that I thought
+every moment we would be dashed to pieces, and I made a terrible
+outcry of fright, and my father turned to me with a face perfectly
+calm, and said: "De Witt, what are you crying about? I guess we can
+ride as fast as the oxen can run." And, my hearers, why should we be
+affrighted and lose our equilibrium in the swift movement of worldly
+events, especially when we are assured that it is not a yoke of
+unbroken steers that are drawing us on, but that order and wise
+government are in the yoke?
+
+In your occupation, your mission, your sphere, do the best you can,
+and then trust to God; and if things are all mixed and disquieting,
+and your brain is hot and your heart sick, get some one to go out with
+you into the starlight and point out to you the Pleiades, or, better
+than that, get into some observatory, and through the telescope see
+further than Amos with the naked eye could--namely, two hundred stars
+in the Pleiades, and that in what is called the sword of Orion there
+is a nebula computed to be two trillion two hundred thousand billions
+of times larger than the sun. Oh, be at peace with the God who made
+all that and controls all that--the wheel of the constellations
+turning in the wheel of galaxies for thousands of years without the
+breaking of a cog or the slipping of a band or the snap of an axle.
+For your placidity and comfort through the Lord Jesus Christ I charge
+you, "Seek Him that maketh the Seven Stars and Orion."
+
+Again, Amos saw, as we must see, that the God who made these two
+groups of the text was the God of light. Amos saw that God was not
+satisfied with making one star, or two or three stars, but He makes
+seven; and having finished that group of worlds, makes another
+group--group after group. To the Pleiades He adds Orion. It seems that
+God likes light so well that He keeps making it. Only one being in the
+universe knows the statistics of solar, lunar, stellar, meteoric
+creations, and that is the--Creator Himself. And they have all been
+lovingly christened, each one a name as distinct as the names of your
+children. "He telleth the number of the stars; He calleth them all by
+their names." The seven Pleiades had names given to them, and they are
+Alcyone, Merope, Celæno, Electra, Sterope, Taygete, and Maia.
+
+But think of the billions and trillions of daughters of starry light
+that God calls by name as they sweep by Him with beaming brow and
+lustrous robe! So fond is God of light--natural light, moral light,
+spiritual light. Again and again is light harnessed for
+symbolization--Christ, the bright and morning star; evangelization,
+the daybreak; the redemption of nations, Sun of Righteousness rising
+with healing in His wings. Oh, men and women, with so many sorrows and
+sins and perplexities, if you want light of comfort, light of pardon,
+light of goodness, in earnest, pray through Christ, "Seek Him that
+maketh the Seven Stars and Orion."
+
+Again, Amos saw, as we must see, that the God who made these two
+archipelagoes of stars must be an unchanging God. There had been no
+change in the stellar appearance in this herdsman's life-time, and his
+father, a shepherd, reported to him that there had been no change in
+his life-time. And these two clusters hang over the celestial arbor
+now just as they were the first night that they shone on the Edenic
+bowers, the same as when the Egyptians built the Pyramids from the top
+of which to watch them, the same as when the Chaldeans calculated the
+eclipses, the same as when Elihu, according to the Book of Job, went
+out to study the aurora borealis, the same under Ptolemaic system and
+Copernican system, the same from Calisthenes to Pythagoras, and from
+Pythagoras to Herschel. Surely, a changeless God must have fashioned
+the Pleiades and Orion! Oh, what an anodyne amid the ups and downs of
+life, and the flux and reflux of the tides of prosperity, to know that
+we have a changeless God, the same yesterday, to-day, and forever.
+
+Xerxes garlanded and knighted the steersman of his boat in the
+morning, and hanged him in the evening of the same day. Fifty thousand
+people stood around the columns of the national capitol, shouting
+themselves hoarse at the presidential inaugural, and in four months so
+great were the antipathies that a ruffian's pistol in Washington depot
+expressed the sentiment of a great multitude. The world sits in its
+chariot and drives tandem, and the horse ahead is Huzza, and the horse
+behind is Anathema. Lord Cobham, in King James' time, was applauded,
+and had thirty-five thousand dollars a year, but was afterward
+execrated, and lived on scraps stolen from the royal kitchen.
+Alexander the Great after death remained unburied for thirty days,
+because no one would do the honor of shoveling him under. The Duke of
+Wellington refused to have his iron fence mended, because it had been
+broken by an infuriated populace in some hour of political
+excitement, and he left it in ruins that men might learn what a fickle
+thing is human favor. "But the mercy of the Lord is from everlasting
+to everlasting to them that fear Him, and His righteousness unto the
+children's children of such as keep His covenant, and to those who
+remember His commandments to do them." This moment "seek Him that
+maketh the Seven Stars and Orion."
+
+Again, Amos saw, as we must see, that the God who made these two
+beacons of the Oriental night sky must be a God of love and kindly
+warning. The Pleiades rising in mid-sky said to all the herdsmen and
+shepherds and husbandmen: "Come out and enjoy the mild weather, and
+cultivate your gardens and fields." Orion, coming in winter, warned
+them to prepare for tempest. All navigation was regulated by these two
+constellations. The one said to shipmaster and crew: "Hoist sail for
+the sea, and gather merchandise from other lands." But Orion was the
+storm-signal, and said: "Reef sail, make things snug, or put into
+harbor, for the hurricanes are getting their wings out." As the
+Pleiades were the sweet evangels of the spring, Orion was the warning
+prophet of the winter.
+
+Oh, now I get the best view of God I ever had! There are two kinds of
+sermons I never want to preach--the one that presents God so kind, so
+indulgent, so lenient, so imbecile that men may do what they will
+against Him, and fracture His every law, and put the cry of their
+impertinence and rebellion under His throne, and while they are
+spitting in His face and stabbing at His heart, He takes them up in
+His arms and kisses their infuriated brow and cheek, saying, "Of such
+is the kingdom of heaven." The other kind of sermon I never want to
+preach is the one that represents God as all fire and torture and
+thundercloud, and with red-hot pitch-fork tossing the human race into
+paroxysms of infinite agony. The sermon that I am now preaching
+believes in a God of loving, kindly warning, the God of spring and
+winter, the God of the Pleiades and Orion.
+
+You must remember that the winter is just as important as the spring.
+Let one winter pass without frost to kill vegetation and ice to bind
+the rivers and snow to enrich our fields, and then you will have to
+enlarge your hospitals and your cemeteries. "A green Christmas makes a
+fat grave-yard," was the old proverb. Storms to purify the air.
+Thermometer at ten degrees above zero to tone up the system. December
+and January just as important as May and June. I tell you we need the
+storms of life as much as we do the sunshine. There are more men
+ruined by prosperity than by adversity. If we had our own way in life,
+before this we would have been impersonations of selfishness and
+worldliness and disgusting sin, and puffed up until we would have been
+like Julius Cæsar, who was made by sycophants to believe that he was
+divine, and the freckles on his face were as the stars of the
+firmament.
+
+One of the swiftest transatlantic voyages made last summer by the
+"Etruria" was because she had a stormy wind abaft, chasing her from
+New York to Liverpool. But to those going in the opposite direction
+the storm was a buffeting and a hinderance. It is a bad thing to have
+a storm ahead, pushing us back; but if we be God's children and
+aiming toward heaven, the storms of life will only chase us the sooner
+into the harbor. I am so glad to believe that the monsoons, and
+typhoons, and mistrals, and siroccos of the land and sea are not
+unchained maniacs let loose upon the earth, but are under divine
+supervision! I am so glad that the God of the Seven Stars is also the
+God of Orion! It was out of Dante's suffering came the sublime "Divina
+Commedia," and out of John Milton's blindness came "Paradise Lost,"
+and out of miserable infidel attack came the "Bridgewater Treatise" in
+favor of Christianity, and out of David's exile came the songs of
+consolation, and out of the sufferings of Christ came the possibility
+of the world's redemption, and out of your bereavement, your
+persecution, your poverties, your misfortunes, may yet come an eternal
+heaven.
+
+Oh, what a mercy it is that in the text and all up and down the Bible
+God induces us to look out toward other worlds! Bible astronomy in
+Genesis, in Joshua, in Job, in the Psalms, in the prophets, major and
+minor, in St. John's Apocalypse, practically saying, "Worlds! worlds!
+worlds! Get ready for them!" We have a nice little world here that we
+stick to, as though losing that we lose all. We are afraid of falling
+off this little raft of a world. We are afraid that some meteoric
+iconoclast will some night smash it, and we want everything to revolve
+around it, and are disappointed when we find that it revolves around
+the sun instead of the sun revolving around it. What a fuss we make
+about this little bit of a world, its existence only a short time
+between two spasms, the paroxysm by which it was hurled from chaos
+into order, and the paroxysm of its demolition.
+
+And I am glad that so many texts call us to look off to other worlds,
+many of them larger and grander and more resplendent. "Look there,"
+says Job, "at Mazaroth and Arcturus and his sons!" "Look there," says
+St. John, "at the moon under Christ's feet!" "Look there," says
+Joshua, "at the sun standing still above Gibeon!" "Look there," says
+Moses, "at the sparkling firmament!" "Look there," says Amos, the
+herdsman, "at the Seven Stars and Orion!" Don't let us be so sad about
+those who shove off from this world under Christly pilotage. Don't let
+us be so agitated about our own going off this little barge or sloop
+or canal-boat of a world to get on some "Great Eastern" of the
+heavens. Don't let us persist in wanting to stay in this barn, this
+shed, this outhouse of a world, when all the King's palaces already
+occupied by many of our best friends are swinging wide open their
+gates to let us in.
+
+When I read, "In my Father's house are many mansions," I do not know
+but that each world is a room, and as many rooms as there are worlds,
+stellar stairs, stellar galleries, stellar hallways, stellar windows,
+stellar domes. How our departed friends must pity us shut up in these
+cramped apartments, tired if we walk fifteen miles, when they some
+morning, by one stroke of wing, can make circuit of the whole stellar
+system and be back in time for matins! Perhaps yonder twinkling
+constellation is the residence of the martyrs; that group of twelve
+luminaries is the celestial home of the Apostles. Perhaps that steep
+of light is the dwelling-place of angels cherubic, seraphic,
+archangelic. A mansion with as many rooms as worlds, and all their
+windows illuminated for festivity.
+
+Oh, how this widens and lifts and stimulates our expectation! How
+little it makes the present, and how stupendous it makes the future!
+How it consoles us about our pious dead, that instead of being boxed
+up and under the ground have the range of as many rooms as there are
+worlds, and welcome everywhere, for it is the Father's house, in which
+there are many mansions! Oh, Lord God of the Seven Stars and Orion,
+how can I endure the transport, the ecstasy, of such a vision! I must
+obey my text and seek Him. I will seek Him. I seek Him now, for I call
+to mind that it is not the material universe that is most valuable,
+but the spiritual, and that each of us has a soul worth more than all
+the worlds which the inspired herdsman saw from his booth on the hills
+of Tekoa.
+
+I had studied it before, but the Cathedral of Cologne, Germany, never
+impressed me as it did this summer. It is admittedly the grandest
+Gothic structure in the world, its foundation laid in 1248, only two
+or three years ago completed. More than six hundred years in building.
+All Europe taxed for its construction. Its chapel of the Magi with
+precious stones enough to purchase a kingdom. Its chapel of St. Agnes
+with masterpieces of painting. Its spire springing five hundred and
+eleven feet into the heavens. Its stained glass the chorus of all rich
+colors. Statues encircling the pillars and encircling all. Statues
+above statues, until sculpture can do no more, but faints and falls
+back against carved stalls and down on pavements over which the kings
+and queens of the earth have walked to confession. Nave and aisles and
+transept and portals combining the splendors of sunrise. Interlaced,
+interfoliated, intercolumned grandeur. As I stood outside, looking at
+the double range of flying buttresses and the forest of pinnacles,
+higher and higher and higher, until I almost reeled from dizziness, I
+exclaimed; "Great doxology in stone! Frozen prayer of many nations!"
+
+But while standing there I saw a poor man enter and put down his pack
+and kneel beside his burden on the hard floor of that cathedral. And
+tears of deep emotion came into my eyes, as I said to myself: "There
+is a soul worth more than all the material surroundings. That man will
+live after the last pinnacle has fallen, and not one stone of all that
+cathedral glory shall remain uncrumbled. He is now a Lazarus in rags
+and poverty and weariness, but immortal, and a son of the Lord God
+Almighty; and the prayer he now offers, though amid many
+superstitions, I believe God will hear; and among the Apostles whose
+sculptured forms stand in the surrounding niches he will at last be
+lifted, and into the presence of that Christ whose sufferings are
+represented by the crucifix before which he bows; and be raised in due
+time out of all his poverties into the glorious home built for him and
+built for us by 'Him who maketh the Seven Stars and Orion.'"
+
+
+
+
+THE QUEEN'S VISIT.
+
+ "Behold, the half was not told me."--I KINGS x: 7.
+
+
+Solomon had resolved that Jerusalem should be the center of all
+sacred, regal, and commercial magnificence. He set himself to work,
+and monopolized the surrounding desert as a highway for his caravans.
+He built the city of Palmyra around one of the principal wells of the
+East, so that all the long trains of merchandise from the East were
+obliged to stop there, pay toll, and leave part of their wealth in the
+hands of Solomon's merchants. He manned the fortress Thapsacus at the
+chief ford of the Euphrates, and put under guard everything that
+passed there. The three great products of Palestine--wine pressed from
+the richest clusters and celebrated all the world over; oil which in
+that hot country is the entire substitute for butter and lard, and was
+pressed from the olive branches until every tree in the country became
+an oil well; and honey which was the entire substitute for
+sugar--these three great products of the country Solomon exported, and
+received in return fruits and precious woods and the animals of every
+clime.
+
+He went down to Ezion-geber and ordered a fleet of ships to be
+constructed, oversaw the workmen, and watched the launching of the
+flotilla which was to go out on more than a year's voyage, to bring
+home the wealth of the then known world. He heard that the Egyptian
+horses were large and swift, and long-maned and round-limbed, and he
+resolved to purchase them, giving eighty-five dollars apiece for them,
+putting the best of these horses in his own stall, and selling the
+surplus to foreign potentates at great profit.
+
+He heard that there was the best of timber on Mount Lebanon, and he
+sent out one hundred and eighty thousand men to hew down the forest
+and drag the timber through the mountain gorges, to construct it into
+rafts to be floated to Joppa, and from thence to be drawn by ox-teams
+twenty-five miles across the land to Jerusalem. He heard that there
+were beautiful flowers in other lands. He sent for them, planted them
+in his own gardens, and to this very day there are flowers found in
+the ruins of that city such as are to be found in no other part of
+Palestine, the lineal descendants of the very flowers that Solomon
+planted. He heard that in foreign groves there were birds of richest
+voice and most luxuriant wing. He sent out people to catch them and
+bring them there, and he put them into his cages.
+
+Stand back now and see this long train of camels coming up to the
+king's gate, and the ox-trains from Egypt, gold and silver and
+precious stones, and beasts of every hoof, and birds of every wing,
+and fish of every scale! See the peacocks strut under the cedars, and
+the horsemen run, and the chariots wheel! Hark to the orchestra! Gaze
+upon the dance! Not stopping to look into the wonders of the temple,
+step right on to the causeway, and pass up to Solomon's palace!
+
+Here we find ourselves amid a collection of buildings on which the
+king had lavished the wealth of many empires. The genius of Hiram, the
+architect, and of the other artists is here seen in the long line of
+corridors and the suspended gallery and the approach to the throne.
+Traceried window opposite traceried window. Bronzed ornaments bursting
+into lotus and lily and pomegranate. Chapiters surrounded by network
+of leaves in which imitation fruit seemed suspended as in hanging
+baskets. Three branches--so Josephus tells us--three branches
+sculptured on the marble, so thin and subtle that even the leaves
+seemed to quiver. A laver capable of holding five hundred barrels of
+water on six hundred brazen ox-heads, which gushed with water and
+filled the whole place with coolness and crystalline brightness and
+musical plash. Ten tables chased with chariot wheel and lion and
+cherubim. Solomon sat on a throne of ivory. At the seating place of
+the throne, on each end of the steps, a brazen lion. Why, my friends,
+in that place they trimmed their candles with snuffers of gold, and
+they cut their fruits with knives of gold, and they washed their faces
+in basins of gold, and they scooped out the ashes with shovels of
+gold, and they stirred the altar fires with tongs of gold. Gold
+reflected in the water! Gold flashing from the apparel! Gold blazing
+in the crown! Gold, gold, gold!
+
+Of course the news of the affluence of that place went out everywhere
+by every caravan and by wing of every ship, until soon the streets of
+Jerusalem are crowded with curiosity seekers. What is that long
+procession approaching Jerusalem? I think from the pomp of it there
+must be royalty in the train. I smell the breath of the spices which
+are brought as presents, and I hear the shout of the drivers, and I
+see the dust-covered caravan showing that they come from far away. Cry
+the news up to the palace. The Queen of Sheba advances. Let all the
+people come out to see. Let the mighty men of the land come out on the
+palace corridors. Let Solomon come down the stairs of the palace
+before the queen has alighted. Shake out the cinnamon, and the
+saffron, and the calamus, and the frankincense, and pass it into the
+treasure house. Take up the diamonds until they glitter in the sun.
+
+The Queen of Sheba alights. She enters the palace. She washes at the
+bath. She sits down at the banquet. The cup-bearers bow. The meat
+smokes. The music trembles in the dash of the waters from the molten
+sea. Then she rises from the banquet, and walks through the
+conservatories, and gazes on the architecture, and she asks Solomon
+many strange questions, and she learns about the religion of the
+Hebrews, and she then and there becomes a servant of the Lord God.
+
+She is overwhelmed. She begins to think that all the spices she
+brought, and all the precious woods which are intended to be turned
+into harps and psalteries and into railings for the causeway between
+the temple and the palace, and the one hundred and eighty thousand
+dollars in money--she begins to think that all these presents amount
+to nothing in such a place, and she is almost ashamed that she has
+brought them, and she says within herself: "I heard a great deal
+about this place, and about this wonderful religion of the Hebrews,
+but I find it far beyond my highest anticipations. I must add more
+than fifty per cent. to what has been related. It exceeds everything
+that I could have expected. The half--the half was not told me."
+
+Learn from this subject what a beautiful thing it is when social
+position and wealth surrender themselves to God. When religion comes
+to a neighborhood, the first to receive it are the women. Some men say
+it is because they are weak-minded. I say it is because they have
+quicker perception of what is right, more ardent affection and
+capacity for sublimer emotion. After the women have received the
+Gospel then all the distressed and the poor of both sexes, those who
+have no friends, accept Jesus. Last of all come the people of
+affluence and high social position. Alas, that it is so!
+
+If there are those here to-day who have been favored of fortune, or,
+as I might better put it, favored of God, surrender all you have and
+all you expect to be to the Lord who blessed this Queen of Sheba.
+Certainly you are not ashamed to be found in this queen's company. I
+am glad that Christ has had His imperial friends in all
+ages--Elizabeth Christina, Queen of Prussia; Maria Feodorovna, Queen
+of Russia; Marie, Empress of France; Helena, the imperial mother of
+Constantine; Arcadia, from her great fortunes building public baths in
+Constantinople and toiling for the alleviation of the masses; Queen
+Clotilda, leading her husband and three thousand of his armed warriors
+to Christian baptism; Elizabeth of Burgundy, giving her jeweled glove
+to a beggar, and scattering great fortunes among the distressed;
+Prince Albert, singing "Rock of Ages" in Windsor Castle, and Queen
+Victoria, incognita, reading the Scriptures to a dying pauper.
+
+I bless God that the day is coming when royalty will bring all its
+thrones, and music all its harmonies, and painting all its pictures,
+and sculpture all its statuary, and architecture all its pillars, and
+conquest all its scepters; and the queens of the earth, in long line
+of advance, frankincense filling the air and the camels laden with
+gold, shall approach Jerusalem, and the gates shall be hoisted, and
+the great burden of splendor shall be lifted into the palace of this
+greater than Solomon.
+
+Again, my subject teaches me what is earnestness in the search of
+truth. Do you know where Sheba was? It was in Abyssinia, or some say
+in the southern part of Arabia Felix. In either case it was a great
+way off from Jerusalem. To get from there to Jerusalem she had to
+cross a country infested with bandits, and go across blistering
+deserts. Why did not the Queen of Sheba stay at home and send a
+committee to inquire about this new religion, and have the delegates
+report in regard to that religion and wealth of King Solomon? She
+wanted to see for herself, and hear for herself. She could not do this
+by work of committee. She felt she had a soul worth ten thousand
+kingdoms like Sheba, and she wanted a robe richer than any woven by
+Oriental shuttles, and she wanted a crown set with the jewels of
+eternity. Bring out the camels. Put on the spices. Gather up the
+jewels of the throne and put them on the caravan. Start now; no time
+to be lost. Goad on the camels. When I see that caravan,
+dust-covered, weary, and exhausted, trudging on across the desert and
+among the bandits until it reaches Jerusalem, I say: "There is an
+earnest seeker after the truth."
+
+But there are a great many of you, my friends, who do not act in that
+way. You all want to get the truth, but you want the truth to come
+to-you; you do not want to go to it. There are people who fold their
+arms and say: "I am ready to become a Christian at any time; if I am
+to be saved I shall be saved, and if I am to be lost I shall be lost."
+A man who says that and keeps on saying it, will be lost. Jerusalem
+will never come to you; you must go to Jerusalem. The religion of the
+Lord Jesus Christ will not come to you; you must go and get religion.
+Bring out the camels; put on all the sweet spices, all the treasures
+of the heart's affection. Start for the throne. Go in and hear the
+waters of salvation dashing in fountains all around about the throne.
+Sit down at the banquet--the wine pressed from the grapes of the
+heavenly Eschol, the angels of God the cup-bearers. Goad on the
+camels; Jerusalem will never come to you; you must go to Jerusalem.
+The Bible declares it: "The Queen of the South"--that is, this very
+woman I am speaking of--"the Queen of the South shall rise up in
+judgment against this generation and condemn it; for she came from the
+uttermost parts of the earth to hear the wisdom of Solomon: and,
+behold! a greater than Solomon is here." God help me to break up the
+infatuation of those people who are sitting down in idleness expecting
+to be saved. "Strive to enter in at the strait gate. Ask, and it
+shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be
+opened to you." Take the Kingdom of Heaven by violence. Urge on the
+camels!
+
+Again, my subject impresses me with the fact that religion is a
+surprise to any one that gets it. This story of the new religion in
+Jerusalem, and of the glory of King Solomon, who was a type of
+Christ--that story rolls on and on, and is told by every traveler
+coming back from Jerusalem. The news goes on the wing of every ship
+and with every caravan, and you know a story enlarges as it is retold,
+and by the time that story gets down into the southern part of Arabia
+Felix, and the Queen of Sheba hears it, it must be a tremendous story.
+And yet this queen declares in regard to it, although she had heard so
+much and had her anticipations raised so high, the half--the half was
+not told her.
+
+So religion is always a surprise to any one that gets it. The story of
+grace--an old story. Apostles preached it with rattle of chain;
+martyrs declared it with arm of fire; death-beds have affirmed it with
+visions of glory, and ministers of religion have sounded it through
+the lanes, and the highways, and the chapels, and the cathedrals. It
+has been cut into stone with chisel, and spread on the canvas with
+pencil; and it has been recited in the doxology of great
+congregations. And yet when a man first comes to look on the palace of
+God's mercy, and to see the royalty of Christ, and the wealth of this
+banquet, and the luxuriance of His attendants, and the loveliness of
+His face, and the joy of His service, he exclaims with prayers, with
+tears, with sighs, with triumphs: "The half--the half was not told
+me!"
+
+I appeal to those in this house who are Christians. Compare the idea
+you had of the joy of the Christian life before you became a Christian
+with the appreciation of that joy you have now since you have become a
+Christian, and you are willing to attest before angels and men that
+you never in the days of your spiritual bondage had any appreciation
+of what was to come. You are ready to-day to answer, and if I gave you
+an opportunity in the midst of this assemblage, you would speak out
+and say in regard to the discoveries you have made of the mercy and
+the grace and the goodness of God: "The half--the half was not told
+me!"
+
+Well, we hear a great deal about the good time that is coming to this
+world, when it is to be girded with salvation. Holiness on the bells
+of the horses. The lion's mane patted by the hand of a babe. Ships of
+Tarshish bringing cargoes for Jesus, and the hard, dry, barren,
+winter-bleached, storm-scarred, thunder-split rock breaking into
+floods of bright water. Deserts into which dromedaries thrust their
+nostrils, because they were afraid of the simoom--deserts blooming
+into carnation roses and silver-tipped lilies.
+
+It is the old story. Everybody tells it. Isaiah told it, John told it,
+Paul told it, Ezekiel told it, Luther told it, Calvin told it, John
+Milton told it--everybody tells it; and yet--and yet when the midnight
+shall fly the hills, and Christ shall marshal His great army, and
+China, dashing her idols into the dust, shall hear the voice of God
+and wheel into line; and India, destroying her Juggernaut and
+snatching up her little children from the Ganges, shall hear the
+voice of God and wheel into line; and vine-covered Italy, and
+wheat-crowned Russia, and all the nations of the earth shall hear the
+voice of God and fall into line; then the Church, which has been
+toiling and struggling through the centuries, robed and garlanded like
+a bride adorned for her husband, shall put aside her veil and look up
+into the face of her Lord the King, and say: "The half--the half was
+not told me."
+
+Well, there is coming a greater surprise to every Christian--a greater
+surprise than anything I have depicted. Heaven is an old story.
+Everybody talks about it. There is hardly a hymn in the hymn-book that
+does not refer to it. Children read about it in their Sabbath-school
+book. Aged men put on their spectacles to study it. We say it is a
+harbor from the storm. We call it our home. We say it is the house of
+many mansions. We weave together all sweet, beautiful, delicate,
+exhilarant words; we weave them into letters, and then we spell it out
+in rose and lily and amaranth. And yet that place is going to be a
+surprise to the most intelligent Christian. Like the Queen of Sheba,
+the report has come to us from the far country, and many of us have
+started. It is a desert march, but we urge on the camels. What though
+our feet be blistered with the way? We are hastening to the palace. We
+take all our loves and hopes and Christian ambitions, as frankincense
+and myrrh and cassia, to the great King. We must not rest. We must not
+halt. The night is coming on, and it is not safe out here in the
+desert. Urge on the camels. I see the domes against the sky, and the
+houses of Lebanon, and the temples and the gardens. See the fountains
+dance in the sun, and the gates flash as they open to let in the poor
+pilgrims.
+
+Send the word up to the palace that we are coming, and that we are
+weary of the march of the desert. The King will come out and say:
+"Welcome to the palace; bathe in these waters, recline on these banks.
+Take this cinnamon and frankincense and myrrh and put it upon a censer
+and swing it before the altar." And yet, my friends, when heaven
+bursts upon us it will be a greater surprise than that--Jesus on the
+throne, and we made like Him! All our Christian friends surrounding us
+in glory! All our sorrows and tears and sins gone by forever! The
+thousands of thousands, the one hundred and forty-and-four thousand,
+the great multitudes that no man can number, will cry, world without
+end: "The half--the half was not told us!"
+
+
+
+
+VICARIOUS SUFFERING.
+
+ "Without shedding of blood is no remission."--HEB. ix: 22.
+
+
+John G. Whittier, the last of the great school of American poets that
+made the last quarter of a century brilliant, asked me in the White
+Mountains, one morning after prayers, in which I had given out
+Cowper's famous hymn about "The Fountain Filled with Blood," "Do you
+really believe there is a literal application of the blood of Christ
+to the soul?" My negative reply then is my negative reply now. The
+Bible statement agrees with all physicians, and all physiologists, and
+all scientists, in saying that the blood is the life, and in the
+Christian religion it means simply that Christ's life was given for
+our life. Hence all this talk of men who say the Bible story of blood
+is disgusting, and that they don't want what they call a
+"slaughter-house religion," only shows their incapacity or
+unwillingness to look through the figure of speech toward the thing
+signified. The blood that, on the darkest Friday the world ever saw,
+oozed, or trickled, or poured from the brow, and the side, and the
+hands, and the feet of the illustrious sufferer, back of Jerusalem, in
+a few hours coagulated and dried up, and forever disappeared; and if
+man had depended on the application of the literal blood of Christ,
+there would not have been a soul saved for the last eighteen
+centuries.
+
+In order to understand this red word of my text, we only have to
+exercise as much common sense in religion as we do in everything else.
+Pang for pang, hunger for hunger, fatigue for fatigue, tear for tear,
+blood for blood, life for life, we see every day illustrated. The act
+of substitution is no novelty, although I hear men talk as though the
+idea of Christ's suffering substituted for our suffering were
+something abnormal, something distressingly odd, something wildly
+eccentric, a solitary episode in the world's history; when I could
+take you out into this city, and before sundown point you to five
+hundred cases of substitution and voluntary suffering of one in behalf
+of another.
+
+At two o'clock to-morrow afternoon go among the places of business or
+toil. It will be no difficult thing for you to find men who, by their
+looks, show you that they are overworked. They are prematurely old.
+They are hastening rapidly toward their decease. They have gone
+through crises in business that shattered their nervous system, and
+pulled on the brain. They have a shortness of breath, and a pain in
+the back of the head, and at night an insomnia that alarms them. Why
+are they drudging at business early and late? For fun? No; it would be
+difficult to extract any amusement out of that exhaustion. Because
+they are avaricious? In many cases no. Because their own personal
+expenses are lavish? No; a few hundred dollars would meet all their
+wants. The simple fact is, the man is enduring all that fatigue and
+exasperation, and wear and tear, to keep his home prosperous. There
+is an invisible line reaching from that store, from that bank, from
+that shop, from that scaffolding, to a quiet scene a few blocks, a few
+miles away, and there is the secret of that business endurance. He is
+simply the champion of a homestead, for which he wins bread, and
+wardrobe, and education, and prosperity, and in such battle ten
+thousand men fall. Of ten business men whom I bury, nine die of
+overwork for others. Some sudden disease finds them with no power of
+resistance, and they are gone. Life for life. Blood for blood.
+Substitution!
+
+At one o'clock to-morrow morning, the hour when slumber is most
+uninterrupted and most profound, walk amid the dwelling-houses of the
+city. Here and there you will find a dim light, because it is the
+household custom to keep a subdued light burning: but most of the
+houses from base to top are as dark as though uninhabited. A merciful
+God has sent forth the archangel of sleep, and he puts his wings over
+the city. But yonder is a clear light burning, and outside on the
+window casement a glass or pitcher containing food for a sick child;
+the food is set in the fresh air. This is the sixth night that mother
+has sat up with that sufferer. She has to the last point obeyed the
+physician's prescription, not giving a drop too much or too little, or
+a moment too soon or too late. She is very anxious, for she has buried
+three children with the same disease, and she prays and weeps, each
+prayer and sob ending with a kiss of the pale cheek. By dint of
+kindness she gets the little one through the ordeal. After it is all
+over, the mother is taken down. Brain or nervous fever sets in, and
+one day she leaves the convalescent child with a mother's blessing,
+and goes up to join the three in the kingdom of heaven. Life for life.
+Substitution! The fact is that there are an uncounted number of
+mothers who, after they have navigated a large family of children
+through all the diseases of infancy, and got them fairly started up
+the flowering slope of boyhood and girlhood, have only strength enough
+left to die. They fade away. Some call it consumption; some call it
+nervous prostration; some call it intermittent or malarial
+disposition; but I call it martyrdom of the domestic circle. Life for
+life. Blood for blood. Substitution!
+
+Or perhaps the mother lingers long enough to see a son get on the
+wrong road, and his former kindness becomes rough reply when she
+expresses anxiety about him. But she goes right on, looking carefully
+after his apparel, remembering his every birthday with some memento,
+and when he is brought home worn out with dissipation, nurses him till
+he gets well and starts him again, and hopes, and expects, and prays,
+and counsels, and suffers, until her strength gives out and she fails.
+She is going, and attendants, bending over her pillow, ask her if she
+has any message to leave, and she makes great effort to say something,
+but out of three or four minutes of indistinct utterance they can
+catch but three words: "My poor boy!" The simple fact is she died for
+him. Life for life. Substitution!
+
+About twenty-four years ago there went forth from our homes hundreds
+of thousands of men to do battle for their country. All the poetry of
+war soon vanished, and left them nothing but the terrible prose. They
+waded knee-deep in mud. They slept in snow-banks. They marched till
+their cut feet tracked the earth. They were swindled out of their
+honest rations, and lived on meat not fit for a dog. They had jaws all
+fractured, and eyes extinguished, and limbs shot away. Thousands of
+them cried for water as they lay dying on the field the night after
+the battle, and got it not. They were homesick, and received no
+message from their loved ones. They died in barns, in bushes, in
+ditches, the buzzards of the summer heat the only attendants on their
+obsequies. No one but the infinite God who knows everything, knows the
+ten thousandth part of the length, and breadth, and depth, and height
+of anguish of the Northern and Southern battlefields. Why did these
+fathers leave their children and go to the front, and why did these
+young men, postponing the marriage-day, start out into the
+probabilities of never coming back? For the country they died. Life
+for life. Blood for blood. Substitution!
+
+But we need not go so far. What is that monument in Greenwood? It is
+to the doctors who fell in the Southern epidemics. Why go? Were there
+not enough sick to be attended in these Northern latitudes? Oh, yes;
+but the doctor puts a few medical books in his valise, and some vials
+of medicine, and leaves his patients here in the hands of other
+physicians, and takes the rail-train. Before he gets to the infected
+regions he passes crowded rail-trains, regular and extra, taking the
+flying and affrighted populations. He arrives in a city over which a
+great horror is brooding. He goes from couch to couch, feeling of
+pulse and studying symptoms, and prescribing day after day, night
+after night, until a fellow-physician says: "Doctor, you had better go
+home and rest; you look miserable." But he can not rest while so many
+are suffering. On and on, until some morning finds him in a delirium,
+in which he talks of home, and then rises and says he must go and look
+after those patients. He is told to lie down; but he fights his
+attendants until he falls back, and is weaker and weaker, and dies for
+people with whom he had no kinship, and far away from his own family,
+and is hastily put away in a stranger's tomb, and only the fifth part
+of a newspaper line tells us of his sacrifice--his name just mentioned
+among five. Yet he has touched the furthest height of sublimity in
+that three weeks of humanitarian service. He goes straight as an arrow
+to the bosom of Him who said: "I was sick and ye visited Me." Life for
+life. Blood for blood. Substitution!
+
+In the legal profession I see the same principle of self-sacrifice. In
+1846, William Freeman, a pauperized and idiotic negro, was at Auburn,
+N.Y., on trial for murder. He had slain the entire Van Nest family.
+The foaming wrath of the community could be kept off him only by armed
+constables. Who would volunteer to be his counsel? No attorney wanted
+to sacrifice his popularity by such an ungrateful task. All were
+silent save one, a young lawyer with feeble voice, that could hardly
+be heard outside the bar, pale and thin and awkward. It was William H.
+Seward, who saw that the prisoner was idiotic and irresponsible, and
+ought to be put in an asylum rather than put to death, the heroic
+counsel uttering these beautiful words:
+
+"I speak now in the hearing of a people who have prejudged prisoner
+and condemned me for pleading in his behalf. He is a convict, a
+pauper, a negro, without intellect, sense, or emotion. My child with
+an affectionate smile disarms my care-worn face of its frown whenever
+I cross my threshold. The beggar in the street obliges me to give
+because he says, 'God bless you!' as I pass. My dog caresses me with
+fondness if I will but smile on him. My horse recognizes me when I
+fill his manger. What reward, what gratitude, what sympathy and
+affection can I expect here? There the prisoner sits. Look at him.
+Look at the assemblage around you. Listen to their ill-suppressed
+censures and their excited fears, and tell me where among my neighbors
+or my fellow-men, where, even in his heart, I can expect to find a
+sentiment, a thought, not to say of reward or of acknowledgment, or
+even of recognition? Gentlemen, you may think of this evidence what
+you please, bring in what verdict you can, but I asseverate before
+Heaven and you, that, to the best of my knowledge and belief, the
+prisoner at the bar does not at this moment know why it is that my
+shadow falls on you instead of his own."
+
+The gallows got its victim, but the post-mortem examination of the
+poor creature showed to all the surgeons and to all the world that the
+public were wrong, and William H. Seward was right, and that hard,
+stony step of obloquy in the Auburn court-room was the first step of
+the stairs of fame up which he went to the top, or to within one step
+of the top, that last denied him through the treachery of American
+politics. Nothing sublimer was ever seen in an American court-room
+than William H. Seward, without reward, standing between the fury of
+the populace and the loathsome imbecile. Substitution!
+
+In the realm of the fine arts there was as remarkable an instance. A
+brilliant but hypercriticised painter, Joseph William Turner, was met
+by a volley of abuse from all the art galleries of Europe. His
+paintings, which have since won the applause of all civilized nations,
+"The Fifth Plague of Egypt," "Fishermen on a Lee Shore in Squally
+Weather," "Calais Pier," "The Sun Rising Through Mist," and "Dido
+Building Carthage," were then targets for critics to shoot at. In
+defense of this outrageously abused man, a young author of twenty-four
+years, just one year out of college, came forth with his pen, and
+wrote the ablest and most famous essays on art that the world ever
+saw, or ever will see--John Ruskin's "Modern Painters." For seventeen
+years this author fought the battles of the maltreated artist, and
+after, in poverty and broken-heartedness, the painter had died, and
+the public tried to undo their cruelties toward him by giving him a
+big funeral and burial at St. Paul's Cathedral, his old-time friend
+took out of a tin box nineteen thousand pieces of paper containing
+drawings by the old painter, and through many weary and uncompensated
+months assorted and arranged them for public observation. People say
+John Ruskin in his old days is cross, misanthropic, and morbid.
+Whatever he may do that he ought not to do, and whatever he may say
+that he ought not to say between now and his death, he will leave this
+world insolvent as far as it has any capacity to pay this author's pen
+for its chivalric and Christian defense of a poor painter's pencil.
+John Ruskin for William Turner. Blood for blood. Substitution!
+
+What an exalting principle this which leads one to suffer for another!
+Nothing so kindles enthusiasm or awakens eloquence, or chimes poetic
+canto, or moves nations. The principle is the dominant one in our
+religion--Christ the Martyr, Christ the celestial Hero, Christ the
+Defender, Christ the Substitute. No new principle, for it was as old
+as human nature; but now on a grander, wider, higher, deeper, and more
+world-resounding scale! The shepherd boy as a champion for Israel with
+a sling toppled the giant of Philistine braggadocio in the dust; but
+here is another David who, for all the armies of churches militant and
+triumphant, hurls the Goliath of perdition into defeat, the crash of
+his brazen armor like an explosion at Hell Gate. Abraham had at God's
+command agreed to sacrifice his son Isaac, and the same God just in
+time had provided a ram of the thicket as a substitute; but here is
+another Isaac bound to the altar, and no hand arrests the sharp edges
+of laceration and death, and the universe shivers and quakes and
+recoils and groans at the horror.
+
+All good men have for centuries been trying to tell whom this
+Substitute was like, and every comparison, inspired and uninspired,
+evangelistic, prophetic, apostolic, and human, falls short, for Christ
+was the Great Unlike. Adam a type of Christ, because he came directly
+from God; Noah a type of Christ, because he delivered his own family
+from deluge; Melchisedec a type of Christ, because he had no
+predecessor or successor; Joseph a type of Christ, because he was cast
+out by his brethren; Moses a type of Christ, because he was a
+deliverer from bondage; Joshua a type of Christ, because he was a
+conqueror; Samson a type of Christ, because of his strength to slay
+the lions and carry off the iron gates of impossibility; Solomon a
+type of Christ, in the affluence of his dominion; Jonah a type of
+Christ, because of the stormy sea in which he threw himself for the
+rescue of others; but put together Adam and Noah and Melchisedec and
+Joseph and Moses and Joshua and Samson and Solomon and Jonah, and they
+would not make a fragment of a Christ, a quarter of a Christ, the half
+of a Christ, or the millionth part of a Christ.
+
+He forsook a throne and sat down on His own footstool. He came from
+the top of glory to the bottom of humiliation, and changed a
+circumference seraphic for a circumference diabolic. Once waited on by
+angels, now hissed at by brigands. From afar and high up He came down;
+past meteors swifter than they; by starry thrones, Himself more
+lustrous; past larger worlds to smaller worlds; down stairs of
+firmaments, and from cloud to cloud, and through tree-tops and into
+the earners stall, to thrust His shoulder under our burdens and take
+the lances of pain through His vitals, and wrapped himself in all the
+agonies which we deserve for our misdoings, and stood on the splitting
+decks of a foundering vessel, amid the drenching surf of the sea, and
+passed midnights on the mountains amid wild beasts of prey, and stood
+at the point where all earthly and infernal hostilities charged on Him
+at once with their keen sabers--our Substitute!
+
+When did attorney ever endure so much for a pauper client, or
+physician for the patient in the lazaretto, or mother for the child in
+membranous croup, as Christ for us, and Christ for you, and Christ for
+me? Shall any man or woman or child in this audience who has ever
+suffered for another find it hard to understand this Christly
+suffering for us? Shall those whose sympathies have been wrung in
+behalf of the unfortunate have no appreciation of that one moment
+which was lifted out of all the ages of eternity as most conspicuous,
+when Christ gathered up all the sins of those to be redeemed under His
+one arm, and all their sorrows under His other arm, and said: "I will
+atone for these under my right arm, and will heal all those under my
+left arm. Strike me with all thy glittering shafts, O Eternal Justice!
+Roll over me with all thy surges, ye oceans of sorrow"? And the
+thunderbolts struck Him from above, and the seas of trouble rolled up
+from beneath, hurricane after hurricane, and cyclone after cyclone,
+and then and there in presence of heaven and earth and hell, yea, all
+worlds witnessing, the price, the bitter price, the transcendent
+price, the awful price, the glorious price, the infinite price, the
+eternal price, was paid that sets us free.
+
+That is what Paul means, that is what I mean, that is what all those
+who have ever had their heart changed mean by "blood." I glory in this
+religion of blood! I am thrilled as I see the suggestive color in
+sacramental cup, whether it be of burnished silver set on cloth
+immaculately white, or rough-hewn from wood set on table in log-hut
+meeting-house of the wilderness. Now I am thrilled as I see the altars
+of ancient sacrifice crimson with the blood of the slain lamb, and
+Leviticus is to me not so much the Old Testament as the New. Now I see
+why the destroying angel passing over Egypt in the night spared all
+those houses that had blood sprinkled on their door-posts. Now I know
+what Isaiah means when he speaks of "one in red apparel coming with
+dyed garments from Bozrah;" and whom the Apocalypse means when it
+describes a heavenly chieftain whose "vesture was dipped in blood;"
+and what Peter, the apostle, means when he speaks of the "precious
+blood that cleanseth from all sin;" and what the old, worn-out,
+decrepit missionary Paul means when, in my text, he cries, "Without
+shedding of blood is no remission." By that blood you and I will be
+saved--or never saved at all. In all the ages of the world God has not
+once pardoned a single sin except through the Saviour's expiation, and
+He never will. Glory be to God that the hill back of Jerusalem was the
+battle-field on which Christ achieved our liberty!
+
+The most exciting and overpowering day of last summer was the day I
+spent on the battle-field of Waterloo. Starting out with the morning
+train from Brussels, Belgium, we arrived in about an hour on that
+famous spot. A son of one who was in the battle, and who had heard
+from his father a thousand times the whole scene recited, accompanied
+us over the field. There stood the old Hougomont Château, the walls
+dented, and scratched, and broken, and shattered by grape-shot and
+cannon-ball. There is the well in which three hundred dying and dead
+were pitched. There is the chapel with the head of the infant Christ
+shot off. There are the gates at which, for many hours, English and
+French armies wrestled. Yonder were the one hundred and sixty guns of
+the English, and the two hundred and fifty guns of the French. Yonder
+the Hanoverian Hussars fled for the woods. Yonder was the ravine of
+Ohain, where the French cavalry, not knowing there was a hollow in the
+ground, rolled over and down, troop after troop, tumbling into one
+awful mass of suffering, hoof of kicking horses against brow and
+breast of captains and colonels and private soldiers, the human and
+the beastly groan kept up until, the day after, all was shoveled under
+because of the malodor arising in that hot month of June.
+
+"There," said our guide, "the Highland regiments lay down on their
+faces waiting for the moment to spring upon the foe. In that orchard
+twenty-five hundred men were cut to pieces. Here stood Wellington with
+white lips, and up that knoll rode Marshal Ney on his sixth horse,
+five having been shot under him. Here the ranks of the French broke,
+and Marshal Ney, with his boot slashed of a sword, and his hat off,
+and his face covered with powder and blood, tried to rally his troops
+as he cried: 'Come and see how a marshal of French dies on the
+battle-field.' From yonder direction Grouchy was expected for the
+French re-enforcement, but he came not. Around those woods Blucher was
+looked for to re-enforce the English, and just in time he came up.
+Yonder is the field where Napoleon stood, his arm through the reins of
+the horse's bridle, dazed and insane, trying to go back." Scene of a
+battle that went on from twenty-five minutes to twelve o'clock, on the
+eighteenth of June, until four o'clock, when the English seemed
+defeated, and their commander cried out; "Boys, can you think of
+giving way? Remember old England!" and the tides turned, and at eight
+o'clock in the evening the man of destiny, who was called by his
+troops Old Two Hundred Thousand, turned away with broken heart, and
+the fate of centuries was decided.
+
+No wonder a great mound has been reared there, hundreds of feet
+high--a mound at the expense of millions of dollars and many years in
+rising, and on the top is the great Belgian lion of bronze, and a
+grand old lion it is. But our great Waterloo was in Palestine. There
+came a day when all hell rode up, led by Apollyon, and the Captain of
+our salvation confronted them alone. The Rider on the white horse of
+the Apocalypse going out against the black horse cavalry of death, and
+the battalions of the demoniac, and the myrmidons of darkness. From
+twelve o'clock at noon to three o'clock in the afternoon the greatest
+battle of the universe went on. Eternal destinies were being decided.
+All the arrows of hell pierced our Chieftain, and the battle-axes
+struck Him, until brow and cheek and shoulder and hand and foot were
+incarnadined with oozing life; but He fought on until He gave a final
+stroke with sword from Jehovah's buckler, and the commander-in-chief
+of hell and all his forces fell back in everlasting ruin, and the
+victory is ours. And on the mound that celebrates the triumph we plant
+this day two figures, not in bronze or iron or sculptured marble, but
+two figures of living light, the Lion of Judah's tribe and the Lamb
+that was slain.
+
+
+
+
+POSTHUMOUS OPPORTUNITY.
+
+ "If the tree fall toward the south or toward the north, in the
+ place where the tree falleth there it shall be."--ECCLES. xi: 3.
+
+
+There is a hovering hope in the minds of a vast multitude that there
+will be an opportunity in the next world to correct the mistakes of
+this; that, if we do make complete shipwreck of our earthly life, it
+will be on a shore up which we may walk to a palace; that, as a
+defendant may lose his case in the Circuit Court, and carry it up to
+the Supreme Court or Court of Chancery and get a reversal of judgment
+in his behalf, all the costs being thrown over on the other party, so,
+if we fail in the earthly trial, we may in the higher jurisdiction of
+eternity have the judgment of the lower court set aside, all the costs
+remitted, and we may be victorious defendants forever.
+
+My object in this sermon is to show that common sense, as well as my
+text, declares that such an expectation is chimerical. You say that
+the impenitent man, having got into the next world and seeing the
+disaster, will, as a result of that disaster, turn, the pain the cause
+of his reformation. But you can find ten thousand instances in this
+world of men who have done wrong and distress overtook them suddenly.
+Did the distress heal them? No; they went right on.
+
+That man was flung of dissipations. "You must stop drinking," said
+the doctor, "and quit the fast life you are leading, or it will
+destroy you.". The patient suffers paroxysm after paroxysm; but, under
+skillful medical treatment, he begins to sit up, begins to walk about
+the room, begins to go to business. And, lo! he goes back to the same
+grog-shops for his morning dram, and his even dram, and the drams
+between. Flat down again! Same doctor. Same physical anguish. Same
+medical warning.
+
+Now, the illness is more protracted; the liver is more stubborn, the
+stomach more irritable, and the digestive organs are more rebellious.
+But after awhile he is out again, goes back to the same dram-shops,
+and goes the same round of sacrilege against his physical health.
+
+He sees that his downward course is ruining his household, that his
+life is a perpetual perjury against his marriage vow, that that
+broken-hearted woman is so unlike the roseate young wife that he
+married, that her old schoolmates do not recognize her; that his sons
+are to be taunted for a life-time by the father's drunkenness, that
+the daughters are to pass into life under the scarification of a
+disreputable ancestor. He is drinking up their happiness, their
+prospects for this life, and, perhaps, for the life to come. Sometimes
+an appreciation of what he is doing comes upon him. His nervous system
+is all a tangle. From crown of head to sole of foot he is one aching,
+rasping, crucifying, damning torture. Where is he? In hell on earth.
+Does it reform him?
+
+After awhile he has delirium tremens, with a whole jungle of hissing
+reptiles let out on his pillow, and his screams horrify the neighbors
+as he dashes out of his bed, crying: "Take these things off me!" As he
+sits, pale and convalescent, the doctor says: "Now I want to have a
+plain talk with you, my dear fellow. The next attack of this kind you
+will have you will be beyond all medical skill, and you will die." He
+gets better and goes forth into the same round again. This time
+medicine takes no effect. Consultation of physicians agree in saying
+there is no hope. Death ends the scene.
+
+That process of inebriation, warning, and dissolution is going on
+within stone's throw of this church, going on in all the neighborhoods
+of Christendom. Pain does not correct. Suffering does not reform. What
+is true in one sense is true in all senses, and will forever be so,
+and yet men are expecting in the next world purgatorial rejuvenation.
+Take up the printed reports of the prisons of the United States, and
+you will find that the vast majority of the incarcerated have been
+there before, some of them four, five, six times. With a million
+illustrations all working the other way in this world, people are
+expecting that distress in the next state will be salvatory. You can
+not imagine any worse torture in any other world than that which some
+men have suffered here, and without any salutary consequence.
+
+Furthermore, the prospect of a reformation in the next world is more
+improbable than a reformation here. In this world the life started
+with innocence of infancy. In the case supposed the other life will
+open with all the accumulated bad habits of many years upon him.
+Surely, it is easier to build a strong ship out of new timber than out
+of an old hulk that has been ground up in the breakers. If with
+innocence to start with in this life a man does not become godly, what
+prospect is there that in the next world, starting with sin, there
+would be a seraph evoluted? Surely the sculptor has more prospect of
+making a fine statue out of a block of pure white Parian marble than
+out of an old black rock seamed and cracked with the storms of a half
+century. Surely upon a clean, white sheet of paper it is easier to
+write a deed or a will than upon a sheet of paper all scribbled and
+blotted and torn from top to bottom. Yet men seem to think that,
+though the life that began here comparatively perfect turned out
+badly, the next life will succeed, though it starts with a dead
+failure.
+
+"But," says some one, "I think we ought to have a chance in the next
+life, because this life is so short it allows only small opportunity.
+We hardly have time to turn around between cradle and tomb, the wood
+of the one almost touching the marble of the other." But do you know
+what made the ancient deluge a necessity? It was the longevity of the
+antediluvians. They were worse in the second century of their
+life-time than in the first hundred years, and still worse in the
+third century, and still worse all the way on to seven, eight, and
+nine hundred years, and the earth had to be washed, and scrubbed, and
+soaked, and anchored, clear out of sight for more than a month before
+it could be made fit for decent people to live in. Longevity never
+cures impenitency. All the pictures of Time represent him with a
+scythe to cut, but I never saw any picture of Time with a case of
+medicines to heal. Seneca says that Nero for the first five years of
+his public life was set up for an example of clemency and kindness,
+but his path all the way descended until at sixty-eight he became a
+suicide. If eight hundred years did not make antediluvians any better,
+but only made them worse, the ages of eternity could have no effect
+except prolongation of depravity.
+
+"But," says some one, "in the future state evil surroundings will be
+withdrawn and elevated influences substituted, and hence expurgation,
+and sublimation, and glorification." But the righteous, all their sins
+forgiven, have passed on into a beatific state, and consequently the
+unsaved will be left alone. It can not be expected that Doctor Duff,
+who exhausted himself in teaching Hindoos the way to heaven, and
+Doctor Abeel, who gave his life in the evangelization of China, and
+Adoniram Judson, who toiled for the redemption of Borneo, should be
+sent down by some celestial missionary society to educate those who
+wasted all their earthly existence. Evangelistic and missionary
+efforts are ended. The entire kingdom of the morally bankrupt by
+themselves, where are the salvatory influences to come from? Can one
+speckled and bad apple in a barrel of diseased apples turn the other
+apples good? Can those who are themselves down help others up? Can
+those who have themselves failed in the business of the soul pay the
+debts of their spiritual insolvents? Can a million wrongs make one
+right?
+
+Poneropolis was a city where King Philip of Thracia put all the bad
+people of his kingdom. If any man had opened a primary school at
+Poneropolis I do not think the parents from other cities would have
+sent their children there. Instead of amendment in the other world,
+all the associations, now that the good are evolved, will be
+degenerating and down. You would not want to send a man to a cholera
+or yellow fever hospital for his health; and the great lazaretto of
+the next world, containing the diseased and plague-struck, will be a
+poor place for moral recovery. If the surroundings in this world were
+crowded of temptation, the surroundings of the next world, after the
+righteous have passed up and on, will be a thousand per cent. more
+crowded of temptation.
+
+The Count of Chateaubriand made his little son sleep at night at the
+top of a castle turret, where the winds howled and where specters were
+said to haunt the place; and while the mother and sisters almost died
+with fright, the son tells us that the process gave him nerves that
+could not tremble and a courage that never faltered. But I don't think
+that towers of darkness and the spectral world swept by Sirocco and
+Euroclydon will ever fit one for the land of eternal sunshine. I
+wonder what is the curriculum of that college of Inferno, where, after
+proper preparation by the sins of this life, the candidate enters,
+passing on from freshman class of depravity to sophomore of
+abandonment, and from sophomore to junior, and from junior to senior,
+and day of graduation comes, and with diploma signed by Satan, the
+president, and other professorial demoniacs, attesting that the
+candidate has been long enough under their drill, he passes up to
+enter heaven! Pandemonium a preparative course for heavenly admission!
+Ah, my friends, Satan and his cohorts have fitted uncounted
+multitudes for ruin, but never fitted one soul for happiness.
+
+Furthermore, it would not be safe for this world if men had another
+chance in the next. If it had been announced that, however wickedly a
+man might act in this world, he could fix it up all right in the next,
+society would be terribly demoralized, and the human race demolished
+in a few years. The fear that, if we are bad and unforgiven here, it
+will not be well for us in the next existence, is the chief influence
+that keeps civilization from rushing back to semi-barbarism, and
+semi-barbarism from rushing into midnight savagery, and midnight
+savagery from extinction; for it is the astringent impression of all
+nations, Christian and heathen, that there is no future chance for
+those who have wasted this.
+
+Multitudes of men who are kept within bounds would say, "Go to, now!
+Let me get all out of this life there is in it. Come, gluttony, and
+inebriation, and uncleanness, and revenge, and all sensualities, and
+wait upon me! My life may be somewhat shortened in this world by
+dissoluteness, but that will only make heavenly indulgence on a larger
+scale the sooner possible. I will overtake the saints at last, and
+will enter the Heavenly Temple only a little later than those who
+behaved themselves here. I will on my way to heaven take a little
+wider excursion than those who were on earth pious, and I shall go to
+heaven _via_ Gehenna and _via_ Sheol." Another chance in the next
+world means free license and wild abandonment in this.
+
+Suppose you were a party in an important case at law, and you knew
+from consultation with judges and attorneys that it would be tried
+twice, and the first trial would be of little importance, but that the
+second would decide everything; for which trial would you make the
+most preparation, for which retain the ablest attorneys, for which be
+most anxious about the attendance of witnesses? You would put all the
+stress upon the second trial, all the anxiety, all the expenditure,
+saying, "The first is nothing, the last is everything." Give the race
+assurance of a second and more important trial in the subsequent life,
+and all the preparation for eternity would be _post-mortem_,
+post-funeral, post-sepulchral, and the world with one jerk be pitched
+off into impiety and godlessness.
+
+Furthermore, let me ask why a chance should be given in the next world
+if we have refused innumerable chances in this? Suppose you give a
+banquet, and you invite a vast number of friends, but one man declines
+to come, or treats your invitation with indifference. You in the
+course of twenty years give twenty banquets, and the same man is
+invited to them all, and treats them all in the same obnoxious way.
+After awhile you remove to another house, larger and better, and you
+again invite your friends, but send no invitation to the man who
+declined or neglected the other invitations. Are you to blame? Has he
+a right to expect to be invited after all the indignities he has done
+you? God in this world has invited us all to the banquet of His grace.
+He invited us by His Providence and His Spirit three hundred and
+sixty-five days of every year since we knew our right hand from our
+left. If we declined it every time, or treated the invitation with
+indifference, and gave twenty or forty or fifty years of indignity on
+our part toward the Banqueter, and at last He spreads the banquet in a
+more luxurious and kingly place, amid the heavenly gardens, have we a
+right to expect Him to invite us again, and have we a right to blame
+Him if He does not invite us?
+
+If twelve gates of salvation stood open twenty years or fifty years
+for our admission, and at the end of that time they are closed, can we
+complain of it and say, "These gates ought to be open again. Give us
+another chance"? If the steamer is to sail for Hamburg, and we want to
+get to Germany by that line, and we read in every evening and every
+morning newspaper that it will sail on a certain day, for two weeks we
+have that advertisement before our eyes, and then we go down to the
+docks fifteen minutes after it has shoved off into the stream and say:
+"Come back. Give me another chance. It is not fair to treat me in this
+way. Swing up to the dock again, and throw out planks, and let me come
+on board." Such behavior would invite arrest as a madman.
+
+And if, after the Gospel ship has lain at anchor before our eyes for
+years and years, and all the benign voices of earth and heaven have
+urged us to get on board, as she might sail away at any moment, and
+after awhile she sails without us, is it common sense to expect her to
+come back? You might as well go out on the Highlands at Neversink and
+call to the "Aurania" after she has been three days out, and expect
+her to return, as to call back an opportunity for heaven when it once
+has sped away. All heaven offered us as a gratuity, and for a
+life-time we refuse to take it, and then rush on the bosses of
+Jehovah's buckler demanding another chance. There ought to be, there
+can be, there will be no such thing as posthumous opportunity. Thus,
+our common sense agrees with my text--"If the tree fall toward the
+south, or toward the north, in the place where the tree falleth, there
+it shall be."
+
+You see that this idea lifts this world up from an unimportant
+way-station to a platform of stupendous issues, and makes all eternity
+whirl around this hour. But one trial for which all the preparation
+must be made in this world, or never made at all. That piles up all
+the emphases and all the climaxes and all the destinies into life
+here. No other chance! Oh, how that augments the value and the
+importance of this chance!
+
+Alexander with his army used to surround a city, and then would lift a
+great light in token to the people that, if they surrendered before
+that light went out, all would be well; but if once the light went
+out, then the battering-rams would swing against the wall, and
+demolition and disaster would follow. Well, all we need do for our
+present and everlasting safety is to make surrender to Christ, the
+King and Conqueror--surrender of our hearts, surrender of our lives,
+surrender of everything. And He keeps a great light burning, light of
+Gospel invitation, light kindled with the wood of the cross and
+flaming up against the dark night of our sin and sorrow. Surrender
+while that great light continues to burn, for after it goes out there
+will be no other opportunity of making peace with God through our Lord
+Jesus Christ. Talk of another chance! Why, this is a supernal chance!
+
+In the time of Edward the Sixth, at the battle of Musselburgh, a
+private soldier, seeing that the Earl of Huntley had lost his helmet,
+took off his own helmet and put it upon the head of the earl; and the
+head of the private soldier uncovered, he was soon slain, while his
+commander rode safely out of the battle. But in our case, instead of a
+private soldier offering helmet to an earl, it is a King putting His
+crown upon an unworthy subject, the King dying that we might live.
+Tell it to all points of the compass. Tell it to night and day. Tell
+it to all earth and heaven. Tell it to all centuries, all ages, all
+millenniums, that we have such a magnificent chance in this world that
+we need no other chance in the next.
+
+I am in the burnished Judgment Hall of the Last Day. A great white
+throne is lifted, but the Judge has not yet taken it. While we are
+waiting for His arrival I hear immortal spirits in conversation. "What
+are you waiting here for?" says a soul that went up from Madagascar to
+a soul that ascended from America. The latter says: "I came from
+America, where forty years I heard the Gospel preached, and Bible
+read, and from the prayer that I learned in infancy at my mother's
+knee until my last hour I had Gospel advantage, but, for some reason,
+I did not make the Christian choice, and I am here waiting for the
+Judge to give me a new trial and another chance." "Strange!" says the
+other; "I had but one Gospel call in Madagascar, and I accepted it,
+and I do not need another chance."
+
+"Why are you here?" says one who on earth had feeblest intellect to
+one who had great brain, and silvery tongue, and scepters of
+influence. The latter responds: "Oh, I knew more than my fellows. I
+mastered libraries, and had learned titles from colleges, and my name
+was a synonym for eloquence and power. And yet I neglected my soul,
+and I am here waiting for a new trial." "Strange," says the one of the
+feeble earthly capacity; "I knew but little of worldly knowledge, but
+I knew Christ, and made Him my partner, and I have no need of another
+chance."
+
+Now the ground trembles with the approaching chariot. The great
+folding-doors of the Hall swing open. "Stand back!" cry the celestial
+ushers. "Stand back, and let the Judge of quick and dead pass
+through!" He takes the throne, and, looking over the throng of
+nations, He says: "Come to judgment, the last judgment, the only
+judgment!" By one flash from the throne all the history of each one
+flames forth to the vision of himself and all others. "Divide!" says
+the Judge to the assembly. "Divide!" echo the walls. "Divide!" cry the
+guards angelic.
+
+And now the immortals separate, rushing this way and that, and after
+awhile there is a great aisle between them, and a great vacuum
+widening and widening, and the Judge, turning to the throng on one
+side, says: "He that is righteous, let him be righteous still, and he
+that is holy, let him be holy still;" and then, turning toward the
+throng on the opposite side, He says: "He that is unjust, let him be
+unjust still, and he that is filthy, let him be filthy still;" and
+then, lifting one hand toward each group, He declares: "If the tree
+fall toward the south or toward the north, in the place where the
+tree falleth, there it shall be." And then I hear something jar with a
+great sound. It is the closing of the Book of Judgment. The Judge
+ascends the stairs behind the throne. The hall of the last assize is
+cleared and shut. The high court of eternity is adjourned forever.
+
+
+
+
+THE LORD'S RAZOR.
+
+ "In the same day shall the Lord shave with a razor that is
+ hired, namely, by them beyond the river, by the King of
+ Assyria."--ISAIAH vii: 20.
+
+
+The Bible is the boldest book ever written. There are no similitudes
+in Ossian or the Iliad or the Odyssey so daring. Its imagery sometimes
+seems on the verge of the reckless, but only seems so. The fact is
+that God would startle and arouse and propel men and nations. A tame
+and limping similitude would fail to accomplish the object. While
+there are times when He employs in the Bible the gentle dew and the
+morning cloud and the dove and the daybreak in the presentation of
+truth, we often find the iron chariot, the lightning, the earthquake,
+the spray, the sword, and, in my text, the razor.
+
+This keen-bladed instrument has advanced in usefulness with the ages.
+In Bible times and lands the beard remained uncut save in the seasons
+of mourning and humiliation, but the razor was always a suggestive
+symbol. David says of Doeg, his antagonist: "Thy tongue is a sharp
+razor working deceitfully;" that is, it pretends to clear the face,
+but is really used for deadly incision. In this morning's text the
+weapon of the toilet appears under the following circumstances: Judea
+needed to have some of its prosperities cut off, and God sends
+against it three Assyrian kings--first Sennacherib, then Esrahaddon,
+and afterward Nebuchadnezzar. Those three sharp invasions, that cut
+down the glory of Judea, are compared to so many sweeps of the razor
+across the face of the land. And these circumstances were called a
+hired razor because God took the kings of Assyria, with whom He had no
+sympathy, to do the work, and paid them in palaces and spoils and
+annexations. These kings were hired to execute the divine behests. And
+now the text, which on its first reading may have seemed trivial or
+inapt, is charged with momentous import: "In the same day shall the
+Lord shave with a razor that is hired--namely, by them beyond the
+river, by the King of Assyria."
+
+Well, if God's judgments are razors, we had better be careful how we
+use them on other people. In careful sheath these domestic weapons are
+put away, where no one by accident may touch them, and where the hands
+of children may not reach them. Such instruments must be carefully
+handled or not handled at all. But how recklessly some people wield
+the judgments of God! If a man meet with business misfortune, how many
+there are ready to cry out: "That is a judgment of God upon him
+because he was unscrupulous, or arrogant, or overreaching, or miserly.
+I thought he would get cut down! What a clean sweep of everything! His
+city house and country house gone! His stables emptied of all the fine
+bays and sorrels and grays that used to prance by his door! All his
+resources overthrown, and all that he prided himself on tumbled into
+demolition! Good for him!" Stop, my brother. Don't sling around too
+freely the judgments of God, for they are razors.
+
+Some of the most wicked business men succeed, and they live and die in
+prosperity, and some of the most honest and conscientious are driven
+into bankruptcy. Perhaps his manner was unfortunate, and he was not
+really as proud as he looked to be. Some of those who carry their head
+erect and look imperial are humble as a child, while many a man in
+seedy coat and slouch hat and unblacked shoes is as proud as Lucifer.
+You can not tell by a man's look. Perhaps he was not unscrupulous in
+business, for there are two sides to every story, and everybody that
+accomplishes anything for himself or others gets industriously lied
+about. Perhaps his business misfortune was not a punishment, but the
+fatherly discipline to prepare him for heaven, and God may love him
+far more than He loves you, who can pay dollar for dollar, and are put
+down in the commercial catalogues as A1. Whom the Lord loveth He gives
+four hundred thousand dollars and lets die on embroidered pillows? No:
+whom the Lord loveth He chasteneth. Better keep your hand off the
+Lord's razors, lest they cut and wound people that do not deserve it.
+If you want to shave off some of the bristling pride of your own heart
+do so; but be very careful how you put the sharp edge on others.
+
+How I do dislike the behavior of those persons who, when people are
+unfortunate, say: "I told you so--getting punished--served him right."
+If those I-told-you-so's got their desert they would long ago have
+been pitched over the battlements. The mote in their neighbor's
+eyes--so small that it takes a microscope to find it--gives them more
+trouble than the beam which obscures their own optics. With air
+sometimes supercilious and sometimes Pharisaical, and always
+blasphemous, they take the razor of the divine judgment and sharpen it
+on the hone of their own hard hearts, and then go to work on men
+sprawled out at full length under disaster, cutting mercilessly. They
+begin by soft expressions of sympathy and pity and half praise, and,
+lather the victim all over before they put on the sharp edge.
+
+Let us be careful how we shoot at others lest we take down the wrong
+one, remembering the servant of King William Rufus who shot at a deer,
+but the arrow glanced against a tree and killed the king. Instead of
+going out with shafts to pierce, and razors to cut, we had better
+imitate the friend of Richard Coeur de Lion, who, in the war of the
+Crusades, was captured and imprisoned, but none of his friends knew
+where. So his loyal friend went around the land from stronghold to
+stronghold, and sung at each window a snatch of song that Richard
+Coeur de Lion had taught him in other days. And one day, coming before
+a jail where he suspected his king might be incarcerated, he sung two
+lines of song, and immediately King Richard responded from his cell
+with the other two lines, and so his whereabouts were discovered, and
+immediately a successful movement was made for his liberation. So let
+us go up and down the world with the music of kind words and
+sympathetic hearts, serenading the unfortunate, and trying to get out
+of trouble men who had noble natures, but, by unforeseen
+circumstances, have been incarcerated, thus liberating kings. More
+hymn-book and less razor.
+
+Especially ought we to be apologetic and merciful toward those who,
+while they have great faults, have also great virtues. Some people are
+barren of virtues. No weeds verily, but no flowers. I must not be too
+much enraged at a nettle along the fence if it be in a field
+containing forty acres of ripe Michigan wheat. At the present time,
+naturalists tell us, there is on the sun a spot twenty thousand miles
+long, but from the brightness and warmth I conclude it is a good deal
+of a sun yet.
+
+Again, when I read in my text that the Lord shaves with the hired
+razor of Assyria the land of Judea, I bethink myself of the precision
+of God's providence. A razor swung the tenth part of an inch out of
+the right line means either failure or laceration, but God's dealings
+never slip, and they do not miss by the thousandth part of an inch the
+right direction. People talk as though things in this world were at
+loose ends. Cholera sweeps across Marseilles and Madrid and Palermo,
+and we watch anxiously. Will the epidemic sweep Europe and America?
+People say, "That will entirely depend on whether inoculation is a
+successful experiment; that will depend entirely on quarantine
+regulations; that will depend on the early or late appearance of
+frost; that epidemic is pitched into the world, and it goes blundering
+across the continents, and it is all guess-work and an appalling
+perhaps."
+
+My friends, I think, perhaps, that God had something to do with it,
+and that His mercy may have in some way protected us--that He may have
+done as much for us as the quarantine and the health officers. It was
+right and a necessity that all caution should be used, but there has
+come enough macaroni from Italy, and enough grapes from the south of
+France, and enough rags from tatterdemalions, and hidden in these
+articles of transportation enough choleraic germs to have left by this
+time all Brooklyn mourning at Greenwood, and all Philadelphia at
+Laurel Hill, and all Boston at Mount Auburn. I thank all the doctors
+and quarantines; but, more than all, and first of all, and last of
+all, and all the time, I thank God. In all the six thousand years of
+the world's existence there has not one thing merely "happened so."
+God is not an anarchist, but a King, a Father.
+
+When little Tod, the son of President Lincoln, died, all the land
+sympathized with the sorrow in the White House. He used to rush into
+the room where the cabinet was in session, and while the most eminent
+men of the land were discussing the questions of national existence.
+But the child had no care about those questions. Now God the Father,
+and God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost are in perpetual session in
+regard to this world and kindred worlds. Shall you, His child, rush in
+to criticise or arraign or condemn the divine government? No; the
+Cabinet of the Eternal Three can govern and will govern in the wisest
+and best way, and there never will be a mistake, and like razor
+skillfully swung, shall cut that which ought to be cut, and avoid that
+which ought to be avoided. Precision to the very hair-breadth. Earthly
+time-pieces may get out of order and strike wrong, saying that it is
+one o'clock when it is two, or two when it is three. God's clock is
+always right, and when it is one it strikes one, and when it is twelve
+it strikes twelve, and the second hand is as accurate as the minute
+hand.
+
+Further, my text tells us that God sometimes shaves nations: "In the
+same day shall the Lord shave with the razor that is hired." With one
+sharp sweep He went across Judea and down went its pride and its
+power. In 1861 God shaved our nation. We had allowed to grow Sabbath
+desecration, and oppression, and blasphemy, and fraud, and impurity,
+and all sorts of turpitude. The South had its sins, and the North its
+sins, and the East its sins, and the West its sins. We had been warned
+again and again, and we did not heed. At length the sword of war cut
+from the St. Lawrence to the Gulf, and from Atlantic seaboard to
+Pacific seaboard. The pride of the land, not the cowards, but the
+heroes, on both sides went down. And that which we took for the sword
+of war was the Lord's razor.
+
+In 1862, again, it went across the land. In 1863 again. In 1864 again.
+Then the sharp instrument was incased and put away. Never in the
+history of the ages was any land more thoroughly shaved than during
+those four years of civil combat; and, my brethren, if we do not quit
+some of our individual sins, national sins, the Lord will again take
+us in hand. He has other razors within reach besides war: epidemics,
+droughts, deluges, plagues--grasshopper and locust; or our
+overtowering success may so far excite the jealousy of other lands
+that, under some pretext, the great nations of Europe and Asia may
+combine to put us down. This nation, so easily approached on north
+and south and from both oceans, might have on hand at once more
+hostilities than were ever arrayed against any power.
+
+We have recently been told by skillful engineers that all our
+fortresses around New York harbor could not keep the shells from being
+hurled from the sea into the heart of these great cities. Insulated
+China, the wealthiest of all nations, as will be realized when her
+resources are developed, will have adopted all the modes of modern
+warfare, and at the Golden Gate may be discussing whether Americans
+must go. If the combined jealousies of Europe and Asia should come
+upon us, we should have more work on hand than would be pleasant. I
+hope no such combination against us will ever be formed, but I want to
+show that, as Assyria was the hired razor against Judea, and Cyrus the
+hired razor against Babylon, and the Huns the hired razor against the
+Goths, there are now many razors that the Lord could hire if, because
+of our national sins, He should undertake to shave us. In 1870,
+Germany was the razor with which the Lord shaved France. England is
+the razor with which very shortly the Lord will shave Russia. But
+nations are to repent in a day. May a speedy and world-wide coming to
+God hinder, on both sides the sea, all national calamity. But do not
+let us, as a nation, either by unrighteous law at Washington, or bad
+lives among ourselves, defy the Almighty.
+
+One would think that our national symbol of the eagle might sometimes
+suggest another eagle, that which ancient Rome carried. In the talons
+of that eagle were clutched at one time Britain, France, Spain, Italy,
+Dalmatia, Rhactia, Noricum, Pannonia, Moesia, Dacia, Thrace,
+Macedonia, Greece, Asia Minor, Syria, Phoenicia, Palestine, Egypt, and
+all Northern Africa, and all the islands of the Mediterranean, indeed,
+all the world that was worth having, an hundred and twenty millions of
+people under the wings of that one eagle. Where is she now? Ask
+Gibbon, the historian, in his prose poem, the "Decline and Fall of the
+Roman Empire." Ask her gigantic ruins straggling their sadness through
+the ages, the screech owl at windows out of which world-wide
+conquerors looked. Ask the day of judgment when her crowned
+debauchees, Commodus and Pertinax, and Caligula and Diocletian, shall
+answer for their infamy? As men and as nations let us repent, and have
+our trust in a pardoning God, rather than depend on former successes
+for immunity! Out of thirteen greatest battles of the world, Napoleon
+had lost but one before Waterloo. Pride and destruction often ride in
+the same saddle.
+
+But notice once more, and more than all in my text, that God is so
+kind and loving, that when it is necessary for Him to cut, He has to
+go to others for the sharp-edged weapon. "In the same day shall the
+Lord shave with a razor that is hired." God is love. God is pity. God
+is help. God is shelter. God is rescue. There are no sharp edges about
+Him, no thrusting points, no instruments of laceration. If you want
+balm for wounds, He has that. If you want salve for divine eyesight,
+He has that. But if there is sharp and cutting work to do which
+requires a razor, that He hires. God has nothing about Him that hurts,
+save when dire necessity demands, and then He has to go clear off to
+some one else to get the instrument.
+
+This divine geniality will be no novelty to those who have pondered
+the Calvarean massacre, where God submerged Himself in human tears,
+and crimsoned Himself from punctured arteries, and let the terrestrial
+and infernal worlds maul Him until the chandeliers of the sky had to
+be turned out, because the universe could not endure the indecency.
+Illustrious for love He must have been to take all that as our
+substitute, paying out of His own heart the price of our admission at
+the gates of heaven.
+
+King Henry II., of England, crowned his son as king, and on the day of
+coronation put on a servant's garb and waited, he, the king, at the
+son's table, to the astonishment of all the princes. But we know of a
+more wondrous scene, the King of heaven and earth offering to put on
+you, His child, the crown of life, and in the form of a servant
+waiting on you with blessing. Extol that love, all painting, all
+sculpture, all music, all architecture, all worship! In Dresdenian
+gallery let Raphael hold Him up as a child, and in Antwerp Cathedral
+let Rubens hand Him down from the cross as a martyr, and Handel make
+all his oratorio vibrate around that one chord--"He was wounded for
+our transgressions, bruised for our iniquity." But not until all the
+redeemed get home, and from the countenances of all the piled-up
+galleries of the ransomed shall be revealed the wonders of redemption,
+shall either man or seraph or archangel know the height, and depth,
+and length, and breadth of the love of God.
+
+At our national capital, a monument in honor of him who did more than
+any one to achieve our American Independence, was for scores of years
+in building, and most of us were discouraged and said it never would
+be completed. And how glad we all were when in the presence of the
+highest officials of the nation, the work was done! But will the
+monument to Him who died for the eternal liberation of the human race
+ever be completed? For ages the work has been going up; evangelists
+and apostles and martyrs have been adding to the heavenly pile, and
+every one of the millions of the redeemed going up from earth, has
+made to it contribution of gladness, and weight of glory is swung to
+the top of other weight of glory, higher and higher as the centuries
+go by, higher and higher as the whole millenniums roll, sapphire on
+the top of jasper, sardonyx on the top of chalcedony, and chrysoprasus
+above topaz, until, far beneath shall be the walls and towers and
+domes of the great capitol, a monument forever and forever rising, and
+yet never done. "Unto Him who hath loved us and washed us from our
+sins in His own blood, and made us kings and priests forever."
+
+Allelujah, amen.
+
+
+
+
+WINDOWS TOWARD JERUSALEM.
+
+ "His windows being open and his chamber toward
+ Jerusalem."--DAN. vi: 10.
+
+
+The scoundrelly princes of Persia, urged on by political jealousy
+against Daniel, have succeeded in getting a law passed that whosoever
+prays to God shall be put under the paws and teeth of the lions, who
+are lashing themselves in rage and hunger up and down the stone cage,
+or putting their lower jaws on the ground, bellowing till the earth
+trembles. But the leonine threat did not hinder the devotion of
+Daniel, the Coeur-de-Lion of the ages. His enemies might as well have
+a law that the sun should not draw water or that the south wind should
+not sweep across a garden of magnolias or that God should be
+abolished. They could not scare him with the red-hot furnaces, and
+they can not now scare him with the lions. As soon as Daniel hears of
+this enactment he leaves his office of Secretary of State, with its
+upholstery of crimson and gold, and comes down the white marble steps
+and goes to his own house. He opens his window and puts the shutters
+back and pulls the curtain aside so that he can look toward the sacred
+city of Jerusalem, and then prays.
+
+I suppose the people in the street gathered under and before his
+window, and said: "Just see that man defying the law; he ought to be
+arrested." And the constabulary of the city rush to the police
+head-quarters and report that Daniel is on his knees at the wide-open
+window. "You are my prisoner," says the officer of the law, dropping a
+heavy hand on the shoulder of the kneeling Daniel. As the constables
+open the door of the cavern to thrust in their prisoner, they see the
+glaring eyes of the monsters. But Daniel becomes the first lion-tamer,
+and they lick his hand and fawn at his feet, and that night he sleeps
+with the shaggy mane of a wild beast for his pillow, while the king
+that night, sleepless in the palace, has on him the paw and teeth of a
+lion he can not tame--the lion of a remorseful conscience.
+
+What a picture it would be for some artist; Darius, in the early dusk
+of morning, not waiting for footmen or chariot, hastening to the den,
+all flushed and nervous and in dishabille, and looking through the
+crevices of the cage to see what had become of his prime-minister!
+"What, no sound!" he says: "Daniel is surely devoured, and the lions
+are sleeping after their horrid meal, the bones of the poor man
+scattered across the floor of the cavern." With trembling voice Darius
+calls out, "Daniel!" No answer, for the prophet is yet in profound
+slumber. But a lion, more easily awakened, advances, and, with hot
+breath blown through the crevice, seems angrily to demand the cause of
+this interruption, and then another wild beast lifts his mane from
+under Daniel's head, and the prophet, waking up, comes forth to report
+himself all unhurt and well.
+
+But our text stands us at Daniel's window, open toward Jerusalem. Why
+in that direction open? Jerusalem was his native land, and all the
+pomp of his Babylonish successes could not make him forget it. He
+came there from Jerusalem at eighteen years of age, and he never
+visited it, though he lived to be eighty-five years. Yet, when he
+wanted to arouse the deepest emotions and grandest aspirations of his
+heart, he had his window open toward his native Jerusalem. There are
+many of you to-day who understand that without any exposition. This is
+getting to be a nation of foreigners. They have come into all
+occupations and professions. They sit in all churches. It may be
+twenty years ago since you got your naturalization papers, and you may
+be thoroughly Americanized, but you can't forget the land of your
+birth, and your warmest sympathies go out toward it. Your windows are
+open toward Jerusalem. Your father and mother are buried there. It may
+have been a very humble home in which you were born, but your memory
+often plays around it, and you hope some day to go and see it--the
+hill, the tree, the brook, the house, the place so sacred, the door
+from which you started off with parental blessing to make your own way
+in the world; and God only knows how sometimes you have longed to see
+the familiar places of your childhood, and how in awful crises of life
+you would like to have caught a glimpse of the old, wrinkled face that
+bent over you as you lay on the gentle lap twenty or forty or fifty
+years ago. You may have on this side of the sea risen in fortune, and,
+like Daniel, have become great, and may have come into prosperities
+which you never could have reached if you had stayed there, and you
+may have many windows to your house--bay-windows, and
+sky-light-windows, and windows of conservatory, and windows on all
+sides--but you have at least one window open toward Jerusalem.
+
+When the foreign steamer comes to the wharf, you see the long line of
+sailors, with shouldered mail-bags, coming down the planks, carrying
+as many letters as you might suppose would be enough for a year's
+correspondence, and this repeated again and again during the week.
+Multitudes of them are letters from home, and at all the post-offices
+of the land people will go to the window and anxiously ask for them,
+hundreds of thousands of persons finding that window of foreign mails
+the open window toward Jerusalem. Messages that say: "When are you
+coming home to see us? Brother has gone into the army. Sister is dead.
+Father and mother are getting very feeble. We are having a great
+struggle to get on here. Would you advise us to come to you, or will
+you come to us? All join in love, and hope to meet you, if not in this
+world, then in a better. Good-bye."
+
+Yes, yes; in all these cities, and amid the flowering western
+prairies, and on the slopes of the Pacific, and amid the Sierras, and
+on the banks of the lagoon, and on the ranches of Texas there is an
+uncounted multitude who, this hour, stand and sit and kneel with their
+windows open toward Jerusalem. Some of them played on the heather of
+the Scottish hills. Some of them were driven out by Irish famine. Some
+of them, in early life, drilled in the German army. Some of them were
+accustomed at Lyons or Marseilles or Paris to see on the street Victor
+Hugo and Gambetta. Some chased the chamois among the Alpine
+precipices. Some plucked the ripe clusters from Italian vineyard.
+Some lifted their faces under the midnight sun of Norway. It is no
+dishonor to our land that they remember the place of their nativity.
+Miscreants would they be if, while they have some of their windows
+open to take in the free air of America and the sunlight of an
+atmosphere which no kingly despot has ever breathed, they forgot
+sometime to open the window toward Jerusalem.
+
+No wonder that the son of the Swiss, when far away from home, hearing
+the national air of his country sung, the malady of home-sickness
+comes on him so powerfully as to cause his death. You have the example
+of the heroic Daniel of my text for keeping early memories fresh.
+Forget not the old folks at home. Write often; and, if you have
+surplus of means and they are poor, make practical contribution, and
+rejoice that America is bound to all the world by ties of sanguinity
+as is no other nation. Who can doubt but it is appointed for the
+evangelization of other lands? What a stirring, melting, gospelizing
+theory that all the doors of other nations are open toward us, while
+our windows are open toward them!
+
+But Daniel, in the text, kept this port-hole of his domestic fortress
+unclosed because Jerusalem was the capital of sacred influences. There
+had smoked the sacrifice. There was the Holy of Holies. There was the
+Ark of the Covenant. There stood the temple. We are all tempted to
+keep our windows open on the opposite side, toward the world, that we
+may see and hear and appropriate its advantages. What does the world
+say? What does the world think? What does the world do? Worshipers of
+the world instead of worshipers of God. Windows open toward Babylon.
+Windows open toward Corinth. Windows open toward Athens. Windows open
+toward Sodom. Windows open toward the flats, instead of windows open
+toward the hills. Sad mistake, for this world as a god is like
+something I saw the other day in the museum of Strasburg, Germany--the
+figure of a virgin in wood and iron. The victim in olden time was
+brought there, and this figure would open its arms to receive him,
+and, once infolded, the figure closed with a hundred knives and lances
+upon him, and then let him drop one hundred and eighty feet sheer
+down. So the world first embraces its idolaters, then closes upon them
+with many tortures, and then lets them drop forever down. The highest
+honor the world could confer was to make a man Roman emperor; but, out
+of sixty-three emperors, it allowed only six to die peacefully in
+their beds.
+
+The dominion of this world over multitudes is illustrated by the names
+of coins of many countries. They have their pieces of money which they
+call sovereigns and half sovereigns, crowns and half crowns, Napoleons
+and half Napoleons, Fredericks and double Fredericks, and ducats, and
+Isabellinos, all of which names mean not so much usefulness as
+dominion. The most of our windows open toward the exchange, toward the
+salon of fashion, toward the god of this world. In olden times the
+length of the English yard was fixed by the length of the arm of King
+Henry I., and we are apt to measure things by a variable standard and
+by the human arm that in the great crises of life can give us no help.
+We need, like Daniel, to open our windows toward God and religion.
+
+But, mark you, that good lion-tamer is not standing at the window, but
+kneeling, while he looks out. Most photographs are taken of those in
+standing or sitting posture. I now remember but one picture of a man
+kneeling, and that was David Livingstone, who in the cause of God and
+civilization sacrificed himself; and in the heart of Africa his
+servant, Majwara, found him in the tent by the light of a candle,
+stuck on the top of a box, his head in his hands upon the pillow, and
+dead on his knees. But here is a great lion-tamer, living under the
+dash of the light, and his hair disheveled of the breeze, praying. The
+fact is, that a man can see further on his knees than standing on
+tiptoe. Jerusalem was about five hundred and fifty statute miles from
+Babylon, and the vast Arabian Desert shifted its sands between them.
+Yet through that open window Daniel saw Jerusalem, saw all between it,
+saw beyond, saw time, saw eternity, saw earth, and saw heaven. Would
+you like to see the way through your sins to pardon, through your
+troubles to comfort, through temptation to rescue, through dire
+sickness to immortal health, through night to day, through things
+terrestrial to things celestial, you will not see them till you take
+Daniel's posture. No cap of bone to the joints of the fingers, no cap
+of bone to the joints of the elbow, but cap of bone to the knees, made
+so because the God of the body was the God of the soul, and especial
+provision for those who want to pray, and physiological structure
+joins with spiritual necessity in bidding us pray, and pray, and pray.
+
+In olden time the Earl of Westmoreland said he had no need to pray,
+because he had enough pious tenants on his estate to pray for him;
+but all the prayers of the church universal amount to nothing unless,
+like Daniel, we pray for ourselves. Oh, men and women, bounded on one
+side by Shadrach's red-hot furnace, and the other side by devouring
+lions, learn the secret of courage and deliverance by looking at that
+Babylonish window open toward the south-west! "Oh," you say, "that is
+the direction of the Arabian Desert!" Yes; but on the other side of
+the desert is God, is Christ, is Jerusalem, is heaven.
+
+The Brussels lace is superior to all other lace, so beautiful, so
+multiform, so expensive--four hundred francs a pound. All the world
+seeks it. Do you know how it is made? The spinning is done in a dark
+room, the only light admitted through a small aperture, and that light
+falling directly on the pattern. And the finest specimens of Christian
+character I have ever seen or ever expect to see are those to be found
+in lives all of whose windows have been darkened by bereavement and
+misfortune save one, but under that one window of prayer the
+interlacing of divine workmanship went on until it was fit to deck a
+throne, a celestial embroidery which angels admired and God approved.
+
+But it is another Jerusalem toward which we now need to open our
+windows. The exiled evangelist of Ephesus saw it one day as the surf
+of the Icarian sea foamed and splashed over the bowlders at his feet,
+and his vision reminded me of a wedding-day when the bride by sister
+and maid was having garlands twisted for her hair and jewels strung
+for her neck just before she puts her betrothed hand into the hand of
+her affianced: "I, John, saw the Holy City, New Jerusalem, coming
+down from God out of heaven prepared as a bride adorned for her
+husband." Toward that bridal Jerusalem are our windows opened?
+
+We would do well to think more of heaven. It is not a mere annex of
+earth. It is not a desolate outpost. As Jerusalem was the capital of
+Judae, and Babylon the capital of the Babylonian monarchy, and London
+is the capital of Great Britain, and Washington is the capital of our
+own republic, the New Jerusalem is the capital of the universe. The
+king lives there, and the royal family of the redeemed have their
+palaces there, and there is a congress of many nations and the
+parliament of all the worlds. Yea, as Daniel had kindred in Jerusalem
+of whom he often thought, though he had left home when a very young
+man, perhaps father and mother and brothers and sisters still living,
+and was homesick to see them, and they belonged to the high circles of
+royalty, Daniel himself having royal blood in his veins, so we have in
+the New Jerusalem a great many kindred, and we are sometimes homesick
+to see them, and they are all princes and princesses, in them the
+blood imperial, and we do well to keep our windows open toward their
+eternal residence.
+
+It is a joy for us to believe that while we are interested in them
+they are interested in us. Much thought of heaven makes one heavenly.
+The airs that blow through that open window are charged with life, and
+sweep up to us aromas from gardens that never wither, under skies that
+never cloud, in a spring-tide that never terminates. Compared with it
+all other heavens are dead failures.
+
+Homer's heaven was an elysium which he describes as a plain at the
+end of the earth or beneath, with no snow nor rainfall, and the sun
+never goes down, and Rhadamanthus, the justest of men, rules. Hesiod's
+heaven is what he calls the islands of the blessed, in the midst of
+the ocean, three times a year blooming with most exquisite flowers,
+and the air is tinted with purple, while games and music and
+horse-races occupy the time. The Scandinavian's heaven was the hall of
+Walhalla, where the god Odin gave unending wine-suppers to earthly
+heroes and heroines. The Mohammedan's heaven passes its disciples in
+over the bridge Al-Sirat, which is finer than a hair and sharper than
+a sword, and then they are let loose into a riot of everlasting
+sensuality.
+
+The American aborigines look forward to a heaven of illimitable
+hunting-ground, partridge and deer and wild duck more than plentiful,
+and the hounds never off the scent, and the guns never missing fire.
+But the geographer has followed the earth round, and found no Homer's
+elysium. Voyagers have traversed the deep in all directions, and found
+no Hesiod's islands of the blessed. The Mohammedan's celestial
+debauchery and the Indian's eternal hunting-ground for vast multitudes
+have no charm. But here rolls in the Bible heaven. No more sea--that
+is, no wide separation. No more night--that is, no insomnia. No more
+tears--that is, no heart-break. No more pain--that is, dismissal of
+lancet and bitter draught and miasma, and banishment of neuralgias and
+catalepsies and consumptions. All colors in the wall except gloomy
+black; all the music in the major-key, because celebrative and
+jubilant. River crystalline, gate crystalline, and skies crystalline,
+because everything is clear and without doubt. White robes, and that
+means sinlessness. Vials full of odors, and that means pure regalement
+of the senses. Rainbow, and that means the storm is over. Marriage
+supper, and that means gladdest festivity. Twelve manner of fruits,
+and that means luscious and unending variety. Harp, trumpet, grand
+march, anthem, amen, and hallelujah in the same orchestra. Choral
+meeting solo, and overture meeting antiphon, and strophe joining
+dithyramb, as they roll into the ocean of doxologies. And you and I
+may have all that, and have it forever through Christ, if we will let
+Him with the blood of one wounded hand rub out our sin, and with the
+other wounded hand swing open the shining portals.
+
+Day and night keep your window open toward that Jerusalem. Sing about
+it. Pray about it. Think about it. Talk about it. Dream about it. Do
+not be inconsolable about your friends who have gone into it. Do not
+worry if something in your heart indicates that you are not far off
+from its ecstasies. Do not think that when a Christian dies he stops,
+for he goes on.
+
+An ingenious man has taken the heavenly furlongs as mentioned in
+Revelation, and has calculated that there will be in heaven one
+hundred rooms sixteen feet square for each ascending soul, though this
+world should lose a hundred millions yearly. But all the rooms of
+heaven will be ours, for they are family rooms; and as no room in your
+house is too good for your children, so all the rooms of all the
+palaces of the heavenly Jerusalem will be free to God's children and
+even the throne-room will not be denied, and you may run up the steps
+of the throne, and put your hand on the side of the throne, and sit
+down beside the king according to the promise: "To him that overcometh
+will I grant to sit with me in my throne."
+
+But you can not go in except as conquerors. Many years ago the Turks
+and Christians were in battle, and the Christians were defeated, and
+with their commander Stephen fled toward a fortress where the mother
+of this commander was staying. When she saw her son and his army in
+disgraceful retreat, she had the gates of the fortress rolled shut,
+and then from the top of the battlement cried out to her son, "You can
+not enter here except as conqueror!" Then Stephen rallied his forces
+and resumed the battle and gained the day, twenty thousand driving
+back two hundred thousand. For those who are defeated in the battle
+with sin and death and hell nothing but shame and contempt; but for
+those who gain the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ the gates of
+the New Jerusalem will hoist, and there shall be an abundant entrance
+into the everlasting kingdom of our Lord, toward which you do well to
+keep your windows open.
+
+
+
+
+STORMED AND TAKEN.
+
+ "And Abimelech gat him up to Mount Zalmon, he and all the
+ people that were with him, and Abimelech took an ax in his
+ hand, and cut down a bough from the trees, and took it, and
+ laid it on his shoulder.... And all the people likewise cut
+ down every man his bough, and followed Abimelech, and put them
+ to the hold, and set the hold on fire upon them; so that all
+ the men of the tower of Shechem died also, about a thousand
+ men and women."--JUDGES ix: 48, 49.
+
+
+Abimelech is a name malodorous in Bible history, and yet full of
+profitable suggestion. Buoys are black and uncomely, but they tell
+where the rocks are. The snake's rattle is hideous, but it gives
+timely warning. From the piazza of my summer home, night by night I
+saw a lighthouse fifteen miles away, not placed there for adornment,
+but to tell mariners to stand off from that dangerous point. So all
+the iron-bound coast of moral danger is marked with Saul, and Herod,
+and Rehoboam, and Jezebel, and Abimelech. These bad people are
+mentioned in the Bible, not only as warnings, but because there were
+sometimes flashes of good conduct in their lives worthy of imitation.
+God sometimes drives a very straight nail with a very poor hammer.
+
+The city of Shechem had to be taken, and Abimelech and his men were to
+do it. I see the dust rolling up from their excited march. I hear the
+shouting of the captains and the yell of the besiegers. The swords
+clack sharply on the parrying shields, and the vociferation of two
+armies in death-grapple is horrible to hear. The battle goes on all
+day, and as the sun is setting Abimelech and his army cry "Surrender!"
+to the beaten foe. And, unable longer to resist, the city of Shechem
+falls; and there are pools of blood, and dissevered limbs, and glazed
+eyes looking up beggingly for mercy that war never shows, and dying
+soldiers with their head on the lap of mother, or wife, or sister, who
+have come out for the last offices of kindness and affection: and a
+groan rolls across the city, stopping not, because there is no spot
+for it to rest, so full is the place of other groans. A city wounded!
+A city dying! A city dead! Wail for Shechem, all ye who know the
+horrors of a sacked town!
+
+As I look over the city I can find only one building standing, and
+that is the temple of the god Berith. Some soldiers outside of the
+city, in a tower, finding that they can no longer defend Shechem, now
+begin to look out for their own personal safety, and they fly to this
+temple of Berith. They get within the door, shut it, and they say,
+"Now we are safe. Abimelech has taken the whole city, but he can not
+take this temple of Berith. Here we shall be under the protection of
+the gods." Oh, Berith, the god! do your best now for these refugees.
+If you have eyes, pity them. If you have hands, help them. If you have
+thunderbolts, strike for them.
+
+But how shall Abimelech and his army take this temple of Berith and
+the men who are there fortified? Will they do it with sword? Nay.
+Will they do it with spear? Nay. With battering-ram, rolled up by
+hundred-armed strength, crashing against the walls? Nay. Abimelech
+marches his men to a wood in Zalmon. With his ax he hews off a limb of
+a tree, and puts that limb upon his own shoulder, and then he says to
+his men, "You do the same." They are obedient to their commander.
+
+Oh, what a strange army, with what strange equipment! They come to the
+foot of the temple of Berith, and Abimelech takes his limb of a tree
+and throws it down; and the first platoon of soldiers come up and they
+throw down their branches; and the second platoon, and the third,
+until all around about the temple of Berith there is a pile of
+tree-branches. The Shechemites look out from the windows of the temple
+upon what seems to them childish play on the part of their enemies.
+But soon the flints are struck, and the spark begins to kindle the
+brush, and the flame comes up all through the pile, and the red
+elements leap to the casement, and the woodwork begins to blaze, and
+one arm of flame is thrown up on the right side of the temple, and
+another arm of flame is thrown up on the left side of the temple,
+until they clasp their lurid palms under the wild night sky, and the
+cry of "Fire!" within, and "Fire!" without announces the terror, and
+the strangulation, and the doom of the Shechemites, and the complete
+overthrow of the temple of the god Berith. Then there went up a shout,
+long and loud, from the stout lungs and swarthy chests of Abimelech
+and his men, as they stood amid the ashes and the dust, crying:
+"Victory! Victory!"
+
+Now, I learn first from this subject the folly of depending upon any
+one form of tactics in anything we have to do for this world or for
+God. Look over the weaponry of olden times--javelins, battle-axes,
+habergeons--and show me a single weapon with which Abimelech and his
+men could have gained such complete victory. It is no easy thing to
+take a temple thus armed. I saw a house where, during revolutionary
+times, a man and his wife kept back a whole regiment hour after hour,
+because they were inside the house, and the assaulting soldiers were
+outside the house. Yet here Abimelech and his army come up, they
+surround this temple, and they capture it without the loss of a single
+man on the part of Abimelech, although I suppose some of the old
+Israelitish heroes told Abimelech: "You are only going up there to be
+cut to pieces." Yet you are willing to testify to-day that by no other
+mode--certainly not by ordinary modes--could that temple so easily, so
+thoroughly have been taken. Fathers and mothers, brethren and sisters
+in Jesus Christ, what the Church most wants to learn this day is that
+any plan is right, is lawful, is best, which helps to overthrow the
+temple of sin, and capture this world for God. We are very apt to
+stick to the old modes of attack.
+
+We put on the old-style coat of mail. We come up with the sharp, keen,
+glittering steel spear of argument, expecting in that way to take the
+castle, but they have a thousand spears where we have ten. And so the
+castle of sin stands. Oh, my friends, we will never capture this world
+for God by any keen saber of sarcasm, by any glittering lances of
+rhetoric, by any sapping and mining of profound disquisition, by any
+gunpowdery explosions of indignation, by sharp shootings of wit, by
+howitzers of mental strength made to swing shell five miles, by
+cavalry horses gorgeously caparisoned pawing the air. In vain all the
+attempts on the part of these ecclesiastical foot soldiers, light
+horsemen, and grenadiers.
+
+My friends, I propose this morning a different style of tactics. Let
+each one go to the forest of God's promise and invitation, and hew
+down a branch and put it on his shoulder, and let us all come around
+these obstinate iniquities, and then, with this pile, kindled by the
+fires of a holy zeal and the flames of a consecrated life, we will
+burn them out. What steel can not do, fire may. And I, this morning,
+announce myself in favor of any plan of religious attack that
+succeeds--any plan of religious attack, however radical, however odd,
+however unpopular, however hostile to all the conventionalities of
+Church and State. We want more heart in our song, more heart in our
+alms-giving, more heart in our prayers, more heart in our preaching.
+Oh, for less of Abimelech's sword, and more of Abimelech's
+conflagration! I have often heard
+
+ "There is a fountain filled with blood"
+
+sung artistically by four birds perched on their Sunday roost in the
+gallery, until I thought of Jenny Lind, and Nilsson, and Sontag, and
+all the other warblers; but there came not one tear to my eye, nor one
+master emotion to my heart. But one night I went down to the African
+Methodist meeting-house in Philadelphia, and at the close of the
+service a black woman, in the midst of the audience, began to sing
+that hymn, and all the audience joined in, and we were floated some
+three or four miles nearer heaven than I have ever been since. I saw
+with my own eyes that "fountain filled with blood"--red, agonizing,
+sacrificial, redemptive--and I heard the crimson plash of the wave as
+we all went down under it:
+
+ "For sinners plunged beneath that flood
+ Lose all their guilty stains."
+
+Oh, my friends, the Gospel is not a syllogism; It is not casuistry, it
+is not polemics, or the science of squabble. It is blood-red fact; it
+is warm-hearted invitation; it is leaping, bounding, flying good news;
+it is efflorescent with all light; it is rubescent with all glow; it
+is arborescent with all sweet shade. I have seen the sun rise on Mount
+Washington, and from the Tip-top House; but there was no beauty in
+that compared with the day-spring from on high when Christ gives light
+to a soul. I have heard Parepa sing; but there was no music in that
+compared with the voice of Christ when He said: "Thy sins are forgiven
+thee; go in peace." Good news! Let every one cut down a branch of this
+tree of life and wave it. Let him throw it down and kindle it. Let all
+the way from Mount Zalmon to Shechem be filled with the tossing joy.
+Good news! This bonfire of the Gospel shall consume the last temple of
+sin, and will illumine the sky with apocalyptic joy that Jesus Christ
+came into the world to save sinners. Any new plan that makes a man
+quit his sin, and that prostrates a wrong, I am as much in favor of as
+though all the doctors, and the bishops, and the archbishops, and the
+synods, and the academical gownsmen of Christianity sanctioned it. The
+temple of Berith must come down, and I do not care how it comes.
+
+Still further, I learn from this subject the power of example. If
+Abimelech had sat down on the grass and told his men to go and get the
+boughs, and go out to the battle, they would never have gone at all,
+or, if they had, it would have been without any spirit or effective
+result; but when Abimelech goes with his own ax and hews down a
+branch, and with Abimelech's arm puts it on Abimelech's shoulder, and
+marches on--then, my text says, all the people did the same. How
+natural that was! What made Garibaldi and Stonewall Jackson the most
+magnetic commanders of this century? They always rode ahead. Oh, the
+overcoming power of example! Here is a father on the wrong road; all
+his boys go on the wrong road. Here is a father who enlists for
+Christ; his children enlist.
+
+I saw, in some of the picture-galleries of Europe, that before many of
+the great works of the masters--the old masters--there would be
+sometimes four or five artists taking copies of the pictures. These
+copies they were going to carry with them, perhaps to distant lands;
+and I have thought that your life and character are a masterpiece, and
+it is being copied, and long after you are gone it will bloom or blast
+in the homes of those who knew you, and be a Gorgon or a Madonna. Look
+out what you say. Look out what you do. Eternity will hear the echo.
+The best sermon ever preached is a holy life. The best music ever
+chanted is a consistent walk.
+
+I saw, near the beach, a wrecker's machine. It was a cylinder with
+some holes at the side, made for the thrusting in of some long poles
+with strong leverage; and when there is a vessel in trouble or going
+to pieces out in the offing, the wreckers shoot a rope out to the
+suffering men. They grasp it, and the wreckers turn the cylinder, and
+the rope winds around the cylinder, and those who are shipwrecked are
+saved. So at your feet to-day there is an influence with a tremendous
+leverage. The rope attached to it swings far out into the billowy
+future. Your children, your children's children, and all the
+generations that are to follow, will grip that influence and feel the
+long-reaching pull long after the figures on your tombstone are so
+near worn out that the visitor can not tell whether it was in 1885, or
+1775, or 1675 that you died.
+
+Still further, I learn from this subject the advantages of concerted
+action. If Abimelech had merely gone out with a tree-branch the work
+would not have been accomplished, or if ten, twenty, or thirty men had
+gone; but when all the axes are lifted, and all the sharp edges fall,
+and all these men carry each his tree-branch down and throw it about
+the temple, the victory is gained--the temple falls. My friends, where
+there is one man in the Church of God at this day shouldering his
+whole duty there are a great many who never lift an ax or swing a
+blow.
+
+Oh, we all want our boat to get over to the golden sands, but the most
+of us are seated either in the prow or in the stern, wrapped in our
+striped shawl, holding a big-handled sunshade, while others are
+blistered in the heat, and pull until the oar-locks groan, and the
+blades bend till they snap. Oh, religious sleepy-heads, wake up! While
+we have in our church a great many who are toiling for God, there are
+some too lazy to brush the flies off their heavy eyelids.
+
+Suppose, in military circles, on the morning of battle the roll is
+called, and out of a thousand men only a hundred men in the regiment
+answered. What excitement there would be in the camp! What would the
+colonel say? What high talking there would be among the captains, and
+majors, and the adjutants! Suppose word came to head-quarters that
+these delinquents excused themselves on the ground that they had
+overslept themselves, or that the morning was damp and they were
+afraid of getting their feet wet, or that they were busy cooking
+rations. My friends, this is the morning of the day of God Almighty's
+battle! Do you not see the troops? Hear you not all the trumpets of
+heaven and all the drums of hell? Which side are you on? If you are on
+the right side, to what cavalry troop, to what artillery service, to
+what garrison duty do you belong? In other words, in what
+Sabbath-school do you teach? in what prayer-meeting do you exhort? to
+what penitentiary do you declare eternal liberty? to what almshouse do
+you announce the riches of heaven? What broken bone of sorrow have you
+ever set? Are you doing nothing? Is it possible that a man or woman
+sworn to be a follower of the Lord Jesus Christ is doing nothing? Then
+hide the horrible secret from the angels. Keep it away from the book
+of judgment. If you are doing nothing do not let the world find it
+out, lest they charge your religion with being a false-face. Do not
+let your cowardice and treason be heard among the martyrs about the
+throne, lest they forget the sanctity of the place and curse your
+betrayal of that cause for which they agonized and died.
+
+May the eternal God rouse us all to action! As for myself, I feel I
+would be ashamed to die now and enter heaven until I have accomplished
+something more decisive for the Lord that bought me. I would like to
+join with you in an oath, with hand high uplifted to heaven, swearing
+new allegiance to Jesus Christ, and to work more for His kingdom. Are
+you ready to join with me in some new work for Christ? I feel that
+there is such a thing as claustral piety, that there is such a thing
+as insular work; but it seems to me that what we want now is concerted
+action. The temple of Berith is very broad, and it is very high. It
+has been going up by the hands of men and devils, and no human
+enginery can demolish it; but if the fifty thousand ministers of
+Christ in this country should each take a branch of the tree of life,
+and all their congregations should do the same, and we should march on
+and throw these branches around the great temples of sin, and
+worldliness and folly, it would need no match, or coal, or torch of
+ours to touch off the pile; for, as in the days of Elijah, fire would
+fall from heaven and kindle the bonfire of Christian victory over
+demolished sin. It is kindling now! Huzzah! The day is ours!
+
+Still further, I learn from this subject the danger of false refuges.
+As soon as these Shechemites got into the temple they thought they
+were safe. They said: "Berith will take care of us. Abimelech may
+batter down everything else; he can not batter down this temple where
+we are now hid." But very soon they heard the timbers crackling, and
+they were smothered with smoke, and they miserably died. And you and I
+are just as much tempted to false refuges. The mirror this morning may
+have persuaded you that you have a comely cheek; your best friends
+may have persuaded you that you have elegant manners. Satan may have
+told you that you are all right; but bear with me if I tell you that,
+if unpardoned, you are all wrong. I have no clinometer by which to
+measure how steep is the inclined plane you are descending, but I know
+it is very steep. "Well," you say, "if the Bible is true I am a
+sinner. Show me some refuge; I will step right into it."
+
+I suppose every person in this audience this moment is stepping into
+some kind of refuge. Here you step in the tower of good works. You
+say: "I shall be safe here in this refuge." The battlements are
+adorned; the steps are varnished; on the wall are pictures of all the
+suffering you have alleviated, and all the schools you have
+established, and all the fine things you have ever done. Up in that
+tower you feel you are safe. But hear you not the tramp of your
+unpardoned sins all around the tower? They each have a match. They are
+kindling the combustible material. You feel the heat and the
+suffocation. Oh, may you leap in time, the Gospel declaring: "By the
+deeds of the law shall no flesh living be justified."
+
+"Well," you say, "I have been driven out of that tower; where shall I
+go?" Step into this tower of indifference. You say: "If this tower is
+attacked, it will be a great while before it is taken." You feel at
+ease. But there is an Abimelech, with ruthless assaults, coming on.
+Death and his forces are gathering around, and they demand that you
+surrender everything, and they clamor for your immortal overthrow, and
+they throw their skeleton arms in the windows, and with their iron
+fists they beat against the door; and while you are trying to keep
+them out you see the torches of judgment kindling, and every forest is
+a torch, and every mountain a torch, and every sea a torch; and while
+the Alps, the Pyrenees, and Himalayas turn into a live coal, blown
+redder and redder by the whirlwind breath of a God omnipotent, what
+will become of your refuge of lies?
+
+"But," says some one, "you are engaged in a very mean business,
+driving us from tower to tower." Oh, no. I want to tell you of a
+Gibraltar that never has been and never will be taken; of a wall that
+no satanic assault can scale; of a bulwark that the judgment
+earthquakes can not budge. The Bible refers to it when it says: "In
+God is thy refuge, and underneath thee are the everlasting arms." Oh,
+fling yourself into it! Tread down unceremoniously everything that
+intercepts you. Wedge your way there. There are enough hounds of death
+and peril after you to make you hurry. Many a man has perished just
+outside the tower, with his foot on the step, with his hand on the
+latch. Oh, get inside! Not one surplus second have you to spare.
+Quick, quick, quick!
+
+Great God, is life such an uncertain thing? If I bear a little too
+hard with my right foot on the earth, does it break through into the
+grave? Is this world, which swings at the speed of thousands of miles
+an hour around the sun, going with tenfold more speed toward the
+judgment-day? Oh, I am overborne with the thought; and in the
+conclusion I cry to one and I cry to the other: "Oh, time! Oh,
+eternity! Oh, the dead! Oh, the judgment-day! Oh, Jesus! Oh, God!"
+But, catching at the last apostrophe, I feel that I have something to
+hold on to: for "in God is thy refuge, and underneath thee are the
+everlasting arms." And, exhausted with my failure to save myself, I
+throw my whole weight of body, mind, and soul on this divine promise,
+as a weary child throws itself into the arms of its mother; as a
+wounded soldier throws himself on the hospital pillow; as a pursued
+man throws himself into the refuge; for "in God is thy refuge, and
+underneath thee are the everlasting arms." Oh, for a flood of tears
+with which to express the joy of this eternal rescue!
+
+
+
+
+ALL THE WORLD AKIN.
+
+ "And hath made of one blood all nations of men."--ACTS xvii: 26.
+
+
+Some have supposed that God originally made an Asiatic Adam and a
+European Adam and an African Adam and an American Adam, but that
+theory is entirely overthrown by my text, which says that all nations
+are blood relatives, having sprung from one and the same stock. A
+difference in climate makes much of the difference in national temper.
+
+An American goes to Europe and stays there a long while, and finds his
+pulse moderating and his temper becoming more calm. The air on this
+side the ocean is more tonic than on the other side. An American
+breathes more oxygen than a European. A European coming to America
+finds a great change taking place in himself. He walks with more rapid
+strides, and finds his voice becoming keener and shriller. The
+Englishman who walks in London Strand at the rate of three miles the
+hour, coming to America and residing for a long while here, walks
+Broadway at the rate of four miles the hour. Much of the difference
+between an American and a European, between an Asiatic and an African,
+is atmospheric. The lack of the warm sunlight pales the Greenlander.
+The full dash of the sunlight darkens the African.
+
+Then, ignorance or intelligence makes its impression on the physical
+organism--in the one case ignorance flattening the skull, as with the
+Egyptian; in the other case intelligence building up the great dome of
+the forehead, as with the German. Then the style of god that the
+nation worships decides how much it shall be elevated or debased, so
+that those nations that worship reptiles are themselves only a
+superior form of reptile, while those nations that worship the natural
+sun in the heavens are the noblest style of barbaric people. But
+whatever be the difference of physiognomy, and whatever the difference
+of temperament, the physiologist tells us that after careful analysis
+he finds out that the plasma and the disk in the human blood have the
+same characteristics: so that if you should put twenty men from twenty
+nationalities abreast in line of battle, and a bullet should fly
+through the hearts of the twenty men, the blood flowing forth would,
+through analysis, prove itself to be the same blood in every instance.
+In other words, the science of the day confirming the truth of my text
+that "God hath made of one blood all nations of men."
+
+I have thought, my friends, it might be profitable this morning if I
+gave you some of the moral and religious impressions which I received
+when, through your indulgence, I had transatlantic absence. First, I
+observe that the majority of people in all lands are in a mighty
+struggle for bread. While in nearly all lands there are only a few
+cases of actual starvation reported, there is a vast population in
+every country I visited who have a limited supply of food, or such
+food as is incompetent to sustain physical vigor. This struggle in
+some lands is becoming more agonizing, while here and there it is
+lightened. I have joy in reporting that Ireland, about the sufferings
+of which we have heard so much, has far better prospects than I have
+seen there in previous visits. In 1879, coming home from that land, I
+prophesied the famine that must come upon, and did come upon, the
+deluged fields of that country. This year the crops are large, and
+both parties--those who like the English Government and those who
+don't like it--are expecting relief. I said to one of the intelligent
+men of Ireland: "Tell me in a few words what are the sufferings of
+Ireland, and what is the Land Relief enactment?" He replied: "I will
+tell you. Suppose I am a landlord and you a tenant. You rent from me a
+place for ten pounds a year. You improve it. You turn it from a bog
+into a garden. You put a house upon it. After a while I, the landlord,
+come around, and I say to my agent: 'How much rent is this man
+paying;' He answers, 'Ten pounds.' 'Is that all? Put his rent up to
+twenty pounds.' The tenant goes on improving his property, and after
+awhile I come around and I say to my agent, 'How much rent is this man
+paying?' He says, 'Twenty pounds.' 'Put his rent up to twenty-five
+pounds.' The tenant protests and says, 'I can't pay it.' Then I, the
+landlord, say, 'Pay it or get out;' and the tenant is helpless, and,
+leaving the place, the property in its improved condition turns over
+to the landlord. Now, to stop that outrage the Relief Enactment comes
+in and appoints commissioners who shall see that if the tenant is
+turned out, he shall receive the difference of value between the farm
+as he got it and the farm as he surrenders it. Moreover, the
+government loans money to the tenant, so that he may buy the property
+out and out if the landlord will sell." Mighty advancement toward the
+righting of a great wrong! But there and in all lands, not excepting
+our own, there is a far-reaching distress. And let those who broke
+their fast this morning, and those who shall dine to-day, remember
+those who are in want, and by prayer and practical beneficence do all
+they can to alleviate the hunger swoon of nations.
+
+Another impression was--indeed the impression carried with me all the
+summer--the thought already suggested, the brotherhood of man. The
+fact is that the differences are so small between nations that they
+may be said to be all alike. Though I spent the most of the summer in
+silence, I spoke a few times and to people of different nations, and
+how soon I noticed that they were very much alike! If a man knows how
+to play the piano, it does not make any difference whether he finds it
+in New Orleans or San Francisco or Boston or St. Petersburg or Moscow
+or Madras; it has so many keys, and he puts his fingers right on them.
+And the human heart is a divine instrument, with just so many keys in
+all cases, and you strike some of them and there is joy, and you
+strike some of them and there is sorrow. Plied by the same motives,
+lifted up by the same success, depressed by the same griefs. The
+cab-men of London have the same characteristics as the cab-men of New
+York, and are just as modest and retiring. The gold and silver drive
+Piccadilly and the Boulevards just as they drive Wall Street. If there
+be a great political excitement in Europe, the Bourse in Paris howls
+just as loudly as ever did the American gold-room.
+
+The same grief that we saw in our country in 1864 you may find now in
+the military hospitals of England containing the wounded and sick from
+the Egyptian wars. The same widowhood and orphanage that sat down in
+despair after the battles of Shiloh and South Mountain poured their
+grief in the Shannon and the Clyde and the Dee and the Thames. Oh, ye
+men and women who know how to pray, never get up from your knees until
+you have implored God in behalf of the fourteen hundred millions of
+the race just like yourselves, finding life a tremendous struggle! For
+who knows but that as the sun to-day draws up drops of water from the
+Caspian and the Black seas and from the Amazon and the Mississippi,
+after a while to distill the rain, these very drops on the fields--who
+knows but that the sun of righteousness may draw up the tears of your
+sympathy, and then rain them down in distillation of comfort o'er all
+the world?
+
+Who is that poor man, carried on a stretcher to the Afghan ambulance?
+He is your brother. If in the Pantheon at Paris you smite your hand
+against the wall among the tombs of the dead, you will hear a very
+strange echo coming from all parts of the Pantheon just as soon as you
+smite the wall. And I suppose it is so arranged that every stroke of
+sorrow among the tombs of bereavement ought to have loud, long, and
+oft-repeated echoes of sympathy all around the world. Oh, what a
+beautiful theory it is--and it is a Christian theory--that Englishman,
+Scotchman, Irishman, Norwegian, Frenchman, Italian, Russian, are all
+akin. Of one blood all nations. That is a very beautiful inscription
+that I saw a few days ago over the door in Edinburgh, the door of the
+house where John Knox used to live. It is getting somewhat dim now,
+but there is the inscription, fit for the door of any household--"Love
+God above all, and your neighbor as yourself."
+
+I was also impressed in journeying on the other side the sea with the
+difference the Bible makes in countries. The two nations of Europe
+that are the most moral to-day and that have the least crime are
+Scotland and Wales. They have by statistics, as you might find, fewer
+thefts, fewer arsons, fewer murders. What is the reason? A bad book
+can hardly live in Wales. The Bible crowds it out. I was told by one
+of the first literary men in Wales: "There is not a bad book in the
+Welsh language." He said: "Bad books come down from London, but they
+can not live here." It is the Bible that is dominant in Wales. And
+then in Scotland just open your Bible to give out your text, and there
+is a rustling all over the house almost startling to an American. What
+is it? The people opening their Bibles to find the text, looking at
+the context, picking out the referenced passages, seeing whether you
+make right quotation. Scotland and Wales Bible-reading people. That
+accounts for it. A man, a city, a nation that reads God's Word must be
+virtuous. That Book is the foe of all wrong-doing. What makes
+Edinburgh better than Constantinople? The Bible.
+
+Oh, I am afraid in America we are allowing the good book to be covered
+up with other good books! We have our ever-welcome morning and evening
+newspapers, and we have our good books on all subjects--geological
+subjects, botanical subjects, physiological subjects, theological
+subjects--good books, beautiful books, and so many good books that we
+have not time to read the Bible. Oh, my friends, it is not a matter of
+very great importance that you have a family Bible on the center-table
+in your parlor! Better have one pocket New Testament, the passages
+marked, the leaves turned down, the binding worn smooth with much
+usage, than fifty pictorial family Bibles too handsome to read! Oh,
+let us take a whisk-broom and brush the dust off our Bibles! Do you
+want poetry? Go and hear Job describe the war-horse, or David tell how
+the mountains skipped like lambs. Do you want logic? Go and hear Paul
+reason until your brain aches under the spell of his mighty intellect.
+Do you want history? Go and see Moses put into a few pages stupendous
+information which Herodotus, Thucydides, and Prescott never preached
+after. And, above all, if you want to find how a nation struck down by
+sin can rise to happiness and to heaven, read of that blood which can
+wash away the pollution of a world. There is one passage in the Bible
+of vast tonnage: "God so loved the world that He gave His only
+begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but
+have everlasting life." Oh, may God fill this country with Bibles and
+help the people to read them!
+
+I was also impressed in my transatlantic journeys with the wonderful
+power that Christ holds among the nations. The great name in Europe
+to-day is not Victoria, not Marquis of Salisbury, not William the
+Emperor, not Bismarck; the great name in Europe to-day is Christ. You
+find the crucifix on the gate-post, you find it in the hay field, you
+find it at the entrance of the manor, you find it by the side of the
+road.
+
+The greatest pictures in all the galleries of Italy, Germany, France,
+England, and Scotland are Bible pictures. What were the subjects of
+Raphael's great paintings? "The Transfiguration," "The Miraculous
+Draught of Fishes," "The Charge to Peter," "The Holy Family," "The
+Massacre of the Innocents," "Moses at the Burning Bush," "The
+Nativity," "Michael the Archangel," and the four or five exquisite
+"Madonnas." What are Tintoretto's great pictures? "Fall of Adam,"
+"Cain and Abel," "The Plague of the Fiery Serpent," "Paradise," "Agony
+in the Garden," "The Temptation," "The Adoration of the Magi," "The
+Communication," "Baptism," "Massacre of the Innocents," "The Flight
+into Egypt," "The Crucifixion," "The Madonna." What are Titian's great
+pictures? "The Flagellation of Christ," "The Supper at Emmaus," "The
+Death of Abel," "The Assumption," "The Entombment," "Faith," "The
+Madonna." What are Michael Angelo's great pictures? "The
+Annunciation," "The Spirits in Prison," "At the feet of Christ," "The
+Infant Christ," "The Crucifixion," "The Last Judgment." What are Paul
+Veronese's great pictures? "Queen of Sheba," "The Marriage in Cana,"
+"Magdalen Washing the Feet of Christ," "The Holy Family." Who has not
+heard of Da Vinci's "Last Supper"? Who has not heard of Turner's
+"Pools of Solomon"? Who has not heard of Claude's "Marriage of Isaac
+and Rebecca"? Who has not heard of Dürer's "Dragon of the
+Apocalypse"? The mightiest picture on this planet is Rubens'
+"Scourging of Christ." Painter's pencil loves to sketch the face of
+Christ. Sculptor's chisel loves to present the form of Christ. Organs
+love to roll forth the sorrows of Christ.
+
+The first time you go to London go into the Doré picture gallery. As I
+went and sat down before "Christ Descending the Steps of the
+Prætorium," at the first I was disappointed. I said: "There isn't
+enough majesty in that countenance, not enough tenderness in that
+eye;" but as I sat and looked at the picture it grew upon me until I
+was overwhelmed with its power, and I staggered with emotion as I went
+out into the fresh air, and said; "Oh, for that Christ I must live,
+and for that Christ I must be willing to die!" Make that Christ your
+personal friend, my sister, my brother. You may never go to Milan to
+see Da Vinci's "Last Supper;" but, better than that, you can have
+Christ come and sup with you. You may never get to Antwerp to see
+Rubens' "Descent of Christ from the Cross," but you can have Christ
+come down from the mountain of His suffering into your heart and abide
+there forever. Oh, you must have Him! We are all so diseased with sin
+that we want that which hurts us, and we won't have that which cures
+us. The best thing for you and for me to do to-day is to get down on
+our bended knees before God and say: "Oh, Almighty Son of God, I am
+blind! I want to see. My arms are palsied. I want to take hold of thy
+cross. Have mercy on me, O Lord Jesus!" Why will you live on husks
+when you may sit down to this white bread of heaven? Oh, with such a
+God, and with such a Christ, and with such a Holy Spirit, and with
+such an immortal nature, wake up!
+
+Once more, I was impressed greatly on the other side the sea with the
+wonderful triumphs of the Christian religion. The tide is rising, the
+tide of moral and spiritual prosperity in the world. I think that any
+man who keeps his eyes open, traveling in foreign lands, will come to
+that conclusion. More Bibles than ever before, more churches, more
+consecrated men and women, more people ready to be martyrs now than
+ever before, if need be; so that instead of there being, as people
+sometimes say, less spirit of martyrdom now than ever before, I
+believe where there was once one martyr there would be a thousand
+martyrs if the fires were kindled--men ready to go through flood and
+fire for Christ's sake. Oh, the signs are promising! The world is on
+the way to millennial brightness. All art, all invention, all
+literature, all commerce will be the Lord's.
+
+These ships that you see going up and down New York harbor are to be
+brought into the service of God. All those ships I saw at Liverpool,
+at Southampton, at Glasgow, are to be brought into the service of
+Christ. What is that passage, "Ships of Tarshish shall bring
+presents"? That is what it means. Oh, what a goodly fleet when the
+vessels of the sea come into the service of God! No guns frowning
+through the port-holes, no pikes hung in the gangway, nothing from
+cut-water to taffrail to suggest atrocity. Those ships will come from
+all parts of the seas. Great flocks of ships that never met on the
+high sea but in wrath, will cry, "Ship ahoy!" and drop down beside
+each other in calmness, the flags of Emmanuel streaming from the
+top-gallants. The old slaver, with decks scrubbed and washed and
+glistened and burnished--the old slaver will wheel into line; and the
+Chinese junk and the Venetian gondola, and the miners' and the
+pirates' corvette, will fall into line, equipped, readorned,
+beautified, only the small craft of this grand flotilla which shall
+float out for the truth--a flotilla mightier than the armada of Xerxes
+moving in the pomp and pride of Persian insolence; mightier than the
+Carthaginian navy rushing with forty thousand oarsmen upon the Roman
+galleys, the life of nations dashed out against the gunwales.
+
+Rise, O sea! and shine, O heavens! to greet this squadron of light and
+victory! On the glistening decks are the feet of them that bring good
+tidings, and songs of heaven float among the rigging. Crowd on all the
+canvas. Line-of-battle ship and merchantmen wheel into the way. It is
+noon. Strike eight bells. From all the squadron the sailors' songs
+arise. "Surely the isles shall wait for thee, and the ships of
+Tarshish to bring thy sons from afar, their silver and their gold with
+them, to the name of the Lord thy God, and the Holy One of Israel."
+
+
+
+
+A MOMENTOUS QUEST.
+
+ "Seek ye the Lord while he may be found."--ISA. lv: 6.
+
+
+Isaiah stands head and shoulders above the other Old Testament authors
+in vivid descriptiveness of Christ. Other prophets give an outline of
+our Saviour's features. Some of them present, as it were, the side
+face of Christ; others a bust of Christ; but Isaiah gives us the
+full-length portrait of Christ. Other Scripture writers excel in some
+things. Ezekiel more weird, David more pathetic, Solomon more
+epigrammatic, Habakkuk more sublime; but when you want to see Christ
+coming out from the gates of prophecy in all His grandeur and glory,
+you involuntarily turn to Isaiah. So that if the prophecies in regard
+to Christ might be called the "Oratorio of the Messiah," the writing
+of Isaiah is the "Hallelujah Chorus," where all the batons wave and
+all the trumpets come in. Isaiah was not a man picked up out of
+insignificance by inspiration. He was known and honored. Josephus, and
+Philo, and Sirach extolled him in their writings. What Paul was among
+the apostles, Isaiah was among the prophets.
+
+My text finds him standing on a mountain of inspiration, looking out
+into the future, beholding Christ advancing and anxious that all men
+might know Him; his voice rings down the ages: "Seek ye the Lord while
+He may be found." "Oh," says some one: "that was for olden times."
+No, my hearer. If you have traveled in other lands you have taken a
+circular letter of credit from some banking-house in New York, and in
+St. Petersburg, or Venice, or Rome, or Antwerp, or Brussels, or Paris;
+you presented that letter and got financial help immediately. And I
+want you to understand that the text, instead of being appropriate for
+one age, or for one land, is a circular letter for all ages and for
+all lands, and wherever it is presented for help, the help comes:
+"Seek ye the Lord while He may be found."
+
+I come, to-day, with no hair-spun theories of religion, with no nice
+distinctions, with no elaborate disquisition; but with a plain talk on
+the matters of personal religion. I feel that the sermon I preach this
+morning will be the savor of life unto life, or of death unto death.
+In other words, the Gospel of Christ is a powerful medicine: it either
+kills or cures. There are those who say: "I would like to become a
+Christian, I have been waiting a good while for the right kind of
+influences to come;" and still you are waiting. You are wiser in
+worldly things than you are in religious things. If you want to get to
+Albany, you go to the Grand Central Depot, or to the steam-boat wharf,
+and, having got your ticket, you do not sit down on the wharf or sit
+in the depot; you get aboard the boat or train. And yet there are men
+who say they are waiting to get to heaven--waiting, waiting, but not
+with intelligent waiting, or they would get on board the line of
+Christian influences that would bear them into the kingdom of God.
+
+Now you know very well that to seek a thing is to search for it with
+earnest endeavor. If you want to see a certain man in New York, and
+there is a matter of $10,000 connected with your seeing him, and you
+can not at first find him, you do not give up the search. You look in
+the directory, but can not find the name; you go in circles where you
+think, perhaps, he may mingle, and, having found the part of the city
+where he lives, but perhaps not knowing the street, you go through
+street after street, and from block to block, and you keep on
+searching for weeks and for months.
+
+You say: "It is a matter of $10,000 whether I see him or not." Oh,
+that men were as persistent in seeking for Christ! Had you one half
+that persistence you would long ago have found Him who is the joy of
+the forgiven spirit. We may pay our debts, we may attend church, we
+may relieve the poor, we may be public benefactors, and yet all our
+life disobey the text, never seek God, never gain heaven. Oh, that the
+Spirit of God would help this morning while I try to show you, in
+carrying out the idea of my text, first, how to seek the Lord, and in
+the next place, when to seek Him. "Seek ye the Lord while He may be
+found."
+
+I remark, in the first place, you are to seek the Lord through earnest
+and believing prayer. God is not an autocrat or a despot seated on a
+throne, with His arms resting on brazen lions, and a sentinel pacing
+up and down at the foot of the throne. God is a father seated in a
+bower, waiting for His children to come and climb on His knee, and get
+His kiss and His benediction. Prayer is the cup with which we go to
+the "fountain of living water," and dip up refreshment for our
+thirsty soul. Grace does not come to the heart as we set a cask at the
+corner of the house to catch the rain in the shower. It is a pulley
+fastened to the throne of God, which we pull, bringing the blessing.
+
+I do not care so much what posture you take in prayer, nor how large
+an amount of voice you use. You might get down on your face before
+God, if you did not pray right inwardly, and there would be no
+response. You might cry at the top of your voice, and unless you had a
+believing spirit within, your cry would not go further up than the
+shout of a plow-boy to his oxen. Prayer must be believing, earnest,
+loving. You are in your house some summer day, and a shower comes up,
+and a bird, affrighted, darts into the window, and wheels about the
+room. You seize it. You smooth its ruffled plumage. You feel its
+fluttering heart. You say, "Poor thing, poor thing!" Now, a prayer
+goes out of the storm of this world into the window of God's mercy,
+and He catches it, and He feels its fluttering pulse, and He puts it
+in His own bosom of affection and safety. Prayer is a warm, ardent,
+pulsating exercise. It is the electric battery which, touched, thrills
+to the throne of God! It is the diving-bell in which we go down into
+the depths of God's mercy and bring up "pearls of great price." There
+was an instance where prayer made the waves of the Gennesaret solid as
+Russ pavement. Oh, how many wonderful things prayer has accomplished!
+Have you ever tried it? In the days when the Scotch Covenanters were
+persecuted, and the enemies were after them, one of the head men
+among the Covenanters prayed: "Oh, Lord, we be as dead men unless Thou
+shalt help us! Oh, Lord, throw the lap of Thy cloak over these poor
+things!" And instantly a Scotch mist enveloped and hid the persecuted
+from their persecutors--the promise literally fulfilled: "While they
+are yet speaking I will hear."
+
+Oh, impenitent soul, have you ever tried the power of prayer? God
+says: "He is loving, and faithful, and patient." Do you believe that?
+You are told that Christ came to save sinners. Do you believe that?
+You are told that all you have to do to get the pardon of the Gospel
+is to ask for it. Do you believe that? Then come to Him and say: "Oh,
+Lord! I know Thou canst not lie. Thou hast told me to come for pardon,
+and I could get it. I come, Lord. Keep Thy promise, and liberate my
+captive soul."
+
+Oh, that you might have an altar in the parlor, in the kitchen, in the
+store, in the barn, for Christ will be willing to come again to the
+manger to hear prayer. He would come in your place of business, as He
+confronted Matthew, the tax commissioner. If a measure should come
+before Congress that you thought would ruin the nation, how you would
+send in petitions and remonstrances! And yet there has been enough sin
+in your heart to ruin it forever, and you have never remonstrated or
+petitioned against it. If your physical health failed, and you had the
+means, you would go and spend the summer in Germany, and the winter in
+Italy, and you would think it a very cheap outlay if you had to go all
+round the earth to get back your physical health. Have you made any
+effort, any expenditure, any exertion for your immortal and spiritual
+health? No, you have not taken one step.
+
+O that you might now begin to seek after God with earnest prayer. Some
+of you have been working for years and years for the support of your
+families. Have you given one half day to the working out of your
+salvation with fear and trembling? You came here this morning with an
+earnest purpose, I take it, as I have come hither with an earnest
+purpose, and we meet face to face, and I tell you, first of all, if
+you want to find the Lord, you must pray, and pray, and pray.
+
+I remark again, you must seek the Lord through Bible study. The Bible
+is the newest book in the world. "Oh," you say, "it was made hundreds
+of years ago, and the learned men of King James translated it hundreds
+of years ago." I confute that idea by telling you it is not five
+minutes old, when God, by His blessed Spirit, retranslates it into the
+heart. If you will, in the seeking of the way of life through
+Scripture study, implore God's light to fall upon the page, you will
+find that these promises are not one second old, and that they drop
+straight from the throne of God into your heart.
+
+There are many people to whom the Bible does not amount to much. If
+they merely look at the outside beauty, why it will no more lead them
+to Christ than Washington's farewell address or the Koran of Mohammed
+or the Shaster of the Hindoos. It is the inward light of God's Word
+you must get or die. I went up to the church of the Madeleine, in
+Paris, and looked at the doors which were the most wonderfully
+constructed I ever saw, and I could have stayed there for a whole
+week; but I had only a little time, so, having glanced at the
+wonderful carving on the doors, I passed in and looked at the radiant
+altars, and the sculptured dome. Alas, that so many stop at the
+outside door of God's Holy Word, looking at the rhetorical beauties,
+instead of going in and looking at the altars of sacrifice and the
+dome of God's mercy and salvation that hovers over penitent and
+believing souls!
+
+O my friends! if you merely want to study the laws of language, do not
+go to the Bible. It was not made for that. Take "Howe's Elements of
+Criticism"--it will be better than the Bible for that. If you want to
+study metaphysics, better than the Bible will be the writings of
+William Hamilton. But if you want to know how to have sin pardoned,
+and at last to gain the blessedness of Heaven, search the Scriptures,
+"for in them ye have eternal life."
+
+When people are anxious about their souls--and there are some such
+here to-day--there are those who recommend good books. That is all
+right. But I want to tell you that the Bible is the best book under
+such circumstances. Baxter wrote "A Call to the Unconverted," but the
+Bible is the best call to the unconverted. Philip Doddridge wrote "The
+Rise and Progress of Religion in the Soul," but the Bible is the best
+rise and progress. John Angell James wrote "Advice to the Anxious
+Inquirer," but the Bible is the best advice to the anxious inquirer.
+
+O, the Bible is the very book you need, anxious and inquiring soul! A
+dying soldier said to his mate: "Comrade, give me a drop!" The comrade
+shook up the canteen, and said: "There isn't a drop of water in the
+canteen." "Oh," said the dying soldier, "that's not what I want; feel
+in my knapsack for my Bible," and his comrade found the Bible, and
+read him a few of the gracious promises, and the dying soldier said:
+"Ah, that's what I want. There isn't anything like the Bible for a
+dying soldier, is there, my comrade?" O blessed book while we live!
+Blessed book when we die!
+
+I remark, again, we must seek God through church ordinances. "What,"
+say you, "can't a man be saved without going to church?" I reply,
+there are men, I suppose, in glory, who have never seen a church: but
+the church is the ordained means by which we are to be brought to God;
+and if truth affects us when we are alone, it affects us more mightily
+when we are in the assembly--the feelings of others emphasizing our
+own feelings. The great law of sympathy comes into play, and a truth
+that would take hold only with the grasp of a sick man, beats mightily
+against the soul with a thousand heart-throbs.
+
+When you come into the religious circle, come only with one notion,
+and only for one purpose--to find the way to Christ. When I see people
+critical about sermons, and critical about tones of voice, and
+critical about sermonic delivery, they make me think of a man in
+prison. He is condemned to death, but an officer of the government
+brings a pardon and puts it through the wicket of the prison, and
+says: "Here is your pardon. Come and get it." "What! Do you expect me
+to take that pardon offered with such a voice as you have, with such
+an awkward manner as you have? I would rather die than so compromise
+my rhetorical notions!" Ah, the man does not say that; he takes it! It
+is his life. He does not care how it is handed to him. And if, this
+morning, that pardon from the throne of God is offered to our souls,
+should we not seize it, regardless of all criticism, feeling that it
+is a matter of heaven or hell?
+
+But I come now to the last part of my text. It tells us when we are to
+seek the Lord. "While He may be found." When is that? Old age? You may
+not see old age. To-morrow? You may not see to-morrow. To-night? You
+may not see to-night. Now! O if I could only write on every heart in
+three capital letters, that word N-O-W--Now!
+
+Sin is an awful disease. I hear people say with a toss of the head and
+with a trivial manner: "Oh, yes, I'm a sinner." Sin is an awful
+disease. It is leprosy. It is dropsy. It is consumption. It is all
+moral disorders in one. Now you know there is a crisis in a disease.
+Perhaps you have had some illustration of it in your family. Sometimes
+the physician has called, and he has looked at the patient and said:
+"That case was simple enough; but the crisis has passed. If you had
+called me yesterday, or this morning, I could have cured the patient.
+It is too late now; the crisis has passed." Just so it is in the
+spiritual treatment of the soul--there is a crisis. Before that, life!
+After that, death! O my dear brother, as you love your soul do not let
+the crisis pass unattended to!
+
+There are some here who can remember instances in life when, if they
+had bought a certain property, they would have become very rich. A few
+acres that would have cost them almost nothing were offered them.
+They refused them. Afterward a large village or city sprung up on
+those acres of ground, and they see what a mistake they made in not
+buying the property. There was an opportunity of getting it. It never
+came back again. And so it is in regard to a man's spiritual and
+eternal fortune. There is a chance; if you let that go, perhaps it
+never comes back. Certainly, that one never comes back.
+
+A gentleman told me that at the battle of Gettysburg he stood upon a
+height looking off upon the conflicting armies. He said it was the
+most exciting moment of his life; now one army seeming to triumph, and
+now the other. After awhile the host wheeled in such a way that he
+knew in five minutes the whole question would be decided. He said the
+emotion was almost unbearable. There is just such a time to-day with
+you, O impenitent soul!--the forces of light on the one side, and the
+siege-guns of hell on the other side, and in a few moments the matter
+will be settled for eternity.
+
+There is a time which mercy has set for leaving port. If you are on
+board before that, you will get a passage for heaven. If you are not
+on board, you miss your passage for heaven. As in law courts a case is
+sometimes adjourned from term to term, and from year to year till the
+bill of costs eats up the entire estate, so there are men who are
+adjourning the matter of religion from time to time, and from year to
+year, until heavenly bliss is the bill of costs the man will have to
+pay for it.
+
+Why defer this matter, oh, my dear hearer? Have you any idea that sin
+will wear out? that it will evaporate? that it will relax its grasp?
+that you may find religion as a man accidentally finds a lost
+pocket-book? Ah, no! No man ever became a Christian by accident, or by
+the relaxing of sin. The embarrassments are all the time increasing.
+The hosts of darkness are recruiting, and the longer you postpone this
+matter the steeper the path will become. I ask those men who are
+before me this morning, whether, in the ten or fifteen years they have
+passed in the postponement of these matters, they have come any nearer
+God or heaven?
+
+I would not be afraid to challenge this whole audience, so far as they
+may not have found the peace of the Gospel, in regard to the matter.
+Your hearts, you are willing frankly to tell me, are becoming harder
+and harder, and that if you come to Christ it will be more of an
+undertaking now than it ever would have been before. Oh, fly for
+refuge! The avenger of blood is on the track! The throne of judgment
+will soon be set; and, if you have anything to do toward your eternal
+salvation, you had better do it now, for the redemption of your soul
+is precious, and it ceaseth forever!
+
+Oh, if men could only catch just one glimpse of Christ, I know they
+would love Him! Your heart leaps at the sight of a glorious sunrise or
+sunset. Can you be without emotion as the Sun of Righteousness rises
+behind Calvary, and sets behind Joseph's sepulcher? He is a blessed
+Saviour! Every nation has its type of beauty. There is German beauty,
+and Swiss beauty, and Italian beauty, and English beauty; but I care
+not in what land a man first looks at Christ, he pronounces Him "chief
+among ten thousand, and the One altogether lovely." O my blessed
+Jesus! Light in darkness! The Rock on which I build! The Captain of
+Salvation! My joy! My strength! How strange it is that men can not
+love Thee!
+
+The diamond districts of Brazil are carefully guarded, and a man does
+not get in there except by a pass from the government; but the love of
+Christ is a diamond district we may all enter, and pick up treasures
+for eternity. Oh, cry for mercy! "To-day, if ye will hear His voice,
+harden not your hearts." There is a way of opposing the mercy of God
+too long, and then there remaineth no more sacrifice for sin, but a
+fearful looking for judgment and fiery indignation, which shall devour
+the adversary. My friends, my neighbors, what can I say to induce you
+to attend to this matter--to attend to it now? Time is flying,
+flying--the city clock joining my voice this moment, seeming to say to
+you, "Now is the time! Now is the time!" Oh, put it not off!
+
+Why should I stand here and plead, and you sit there? It is your
+immortal soul. It is a soul that shall never die. It is a soul that
+must soon appear before God for review. Why throw away your chance for
+heaven? Why plunge off into darkness when all the gates of glory are
+open? Why become a castaway from God when you can sit upon the throne?
+Why will ye die miserably when eternal life is offered you, and it
+will cost you nothing but just willingness to accept it? "Come, for
+all things are now ready." Come, Christ is ready, pardon is ready! The
+Church is ready. Heaven is ready. You will never find a more
+convenient season, if you should live fifty years more, than this
+very one. Reject this, and you may die in your sins. Why do I say
+this? Is it to frighten your soul? Oh, no! It is to persuade you. I
+show you the peril. I show you the escape. Would I not be a coward
+beyond all excuse, if, believing that this great audience must soon be
+launched into the eternal world, and that all who believe in Christ
+shall be saved, and that all who reject Christ will be lost--would I
+not be the veriest coward on earth to hide that truth or to stand
+before you with a cold, or even a placid manner? My dear brethren, now
+is the day of your redemption.
+
+It is very certain that you and I must soon appear before God in
+judgment. We can not escape it. The Bible says: "Every eye shall see
+Him, and they also which pierced Him, and all the kindreds of the
+earth shall wail because of Him." On that day all our advantages will
+come up for our glory or for our discomfiture--every prayer, every
+sermon, every exhortatory remark, every reproof, every call of grace;
+and while the heavens are rolling away like a scroll, and the world is
+being destroyed, your destiny and my destiny will be announced. Alas!
+alas! if on that day it is found that we have neglected these matters.
+We may throw them off now. We can not then. We will all be in earnest
+then. But no pardon then. No offer of salvation then. No rescue then.
+Driven away in our wickedness--banished, exiled, forever!
+
+Have you ever imagined what will be the soliloquy of the soul on that
+day unpardoned, as it looks back upon its past life? "Oh," says the
+soul, "I had glorious Sabbaths! There was one Sabbath in autumn when
+I was invited to Christ. There was a Sabbath morning when Jesus stood
+and spread out His arm and invited me to His holy heart. I refused
+Him. I have destroyed myself. I have no one else to blame. Ruin
+complete! Darkness unpitying, deep, eternal! I am lost!
+Notwithstanding all the opportunities I have had of being saved, I am
+lost! O Thou long-suffering Lord God Almighty, I am lost! O day of
+judgment, I am lost! O father, mother, brother, sister, child in
+glory, I am lost!" And then as the tide goes out, your soul goes out
+with it--further from God, further from happiness, and I hear your
+voice fainter, and fainter, and fainter: "Lost! Lost! Lost! Lost!
+Lost!" O ye dying, yet immortal men, "seek the Lord while He may be
+found."
+
+But I want you to take the hint of the text that I have no time to
+dwell on--the hint that there is a time when He can not be found.
+There is a man in New York, eighty years of age, who said to a
+clergyman who came in, "Do you think that a man at eighty years of age
+can get pardoned?" "Oh, yes," said the clergyman. The old man said: "I
+can't; when I was twenty years of age--I am now eighty years--the
+Spirit of God came to my soul, and I felt the importance of attending
+to these things, but I put it off. I rejected God, and since then I
+have had no feeling." "Well," said the minister, "wouldn't you like to
+have me pray with you?" "Yes," replied the old man, "but it will do no
+good. You can pray with me if you like to." The minister knelt down
+and prayed, and commended the man's soul to God. It seemed to have no
+effect upon him. After awhile the last hour of the man's life came,
+and through his delirium a spark of intelligence seemed to flash, and
+with his last breath he said; "I shall never be forgiven!" "O seek the
+Lord while He may be found."
+
+
+
+
+THE GREAT ASSIZE.
+
+DOCTOR TALMAGE'S SERMON, PREACHED AT CORK, IRELAND,
+SUNDAY MORNING, SEPT 6th, 1885.
+
+ "When the Son of Man shall come in His glory, and all the holy
+ angels with Him, then shall He sit upon the throne of His
+ glory: and before Him shall be gathered all nations: and He
+ shall separate them one from another, as a shepherd divideth
+ his sheep from the goats."--MATTHEW xxv: 31, 32.
+
+
+Half-way between Chamouny, Switzerland, and Martigny, I reined in the
+horse on which I was riding, and looked off upon the most wonderful
+natural amphitheater of valley and mountain and rock, and I said to my
+companion, "What an appropriate place this would be for the last
+judgment. Yonder overhanging rock the place for the judgment seat.
+These galleries of surrounding hills occupied by attendant angels.
+This vast valley, sweeping miles this way and miles that, the
+audience-room for all nations." But sacred geography does not point
+out the place. Yet we know that somewhere, some time, somehow, an
+audience will be gathered together stupendous beyond all statistics,
+and just as certainly as you and I make up a part of this audience
+to-day, we will make up a part of that audience on that day.
+
+A common sense of justice in every man's heart demands that there
+shall be some great winding-up day, in which that which is now
+inexplicable shall be explained.
+
+Why did that good man suffer, and that bad man prosper? You say, "I
+don't know, but I must know." Why is that good Christian woman dying
+of what is called a spider cancer, while that daughter of folly sits
+wrapped in luxury, ease, and health? You say, "I don't know, but I
+must know." There are so many wrongs to be righted that if there were
+not some great righting-up day in the presence of all ages, there
+would be an outcry against God from which His glory would never
+recover. If God did not at last try the nations, the nations would try
+Him. We are, therefore, ready for the announcement of the text. The
+world never saw Christ except in disguise. If once when He was on
+earth He had let out His glory, instead of the blind eyes being
+healed, all visions would have been extinguished. No human eye could
+have endured it. And instead of bringing the dead to life, all around
+about him would have been the slain under that overpowering
+effulgence. Disguise of human flesh. Disguise of seamless robe.
+Disguise of sandal. Disguise of voice. From Bethlehem caravansary to
+mausoleum in the rock, a complete disguise.
+
+But on the day of which I speak the Son of Man will come in His glory.
+No hiding of luster. No sheathing of strength. No suppression of
+grandeur. No wrapping out of sight of the Godhead. Any fifty of the
+most brilliant sunsets that you ever saw on land or sea would be dim
+as compared with the cerulean appearance on that day when Christ
+rolls through, and rolls on, and rolls down in His glory. The air will
+be all abloom with His presence, and everything from horizon to
+horizon aflame with His splendor.
+
+Elijah rode up the sky-steep in a chariot, the wheels of whirling fire
+and the horses of galloping fire, and the charioteer drawing reins of
+fire on bits of fire; but Christ will need no such equipage, for the
+law of gravitation will be laid aside, and the natural elements will
+be laid aside, and Christ will descend swiftly enough to make speedy
+arrival, but slowly enough to allow the gaze of millions of
+spectators. In his glory! Glory of form, glory of omnipotence, glory
+of holiness, glory of justice, glory of love. In His glory! An
+unveiled, an uncovered God descending to meet the human race in an
+interview which will be prolonged only for a few hours, and yet which
+shall settle all the past and all the present and all the future, and
+be closed before the end of that day, which will close, not with
+setting sun, but with the destruction of the planet as a snuffers
+takes off the top of a burned wick.
+
+It is a solemn time in a court-room when there is an important case on
+hand, and the judge of the Supreme Court enters, and he sits down, and
+with gavel strikes on the desk commanding bar and jury and witnesses
+and audience into silence. All voices are hushed, all heads are
+uncovered. But how much more impressive when Christ shall take the
+judgment seat on the last day of the last week of the last month of
+the last year of the world's existence, and with gavel of thunder-bolt
+shall smite the mountains, commanding all the land and all the sea
+into silence.
+
+Can you have any doubt about who it is on the seat on the judgment
+day? Better make investigation, to see whether there are any scars
+about Him that reveal His person. Apparel may change. You can not
+always tell by apparel. But scars will tell the story after all else
+fails. I find under His left arm a scar, and on His right hand a scar,
+and on His left hand a scar, and on His right foot a scar, and on His
+left foot a scar. Oh, yes, He is the Son of Man in His glory. Every
+mark of wound now a badge of victory, every ridge showing the fearful
+gash now telling the story of pain and sacrifice which He suffered in
+behalf of the human race.
+
+But what is all that commotion and flutter, and surging to and fro
+above Him and on either side of Him? It is a detailed regiment of
+heaven, a constabulary angelic, sent forth to take part in that scene,
+and to execute the mandates that shall be issued. Ten regiments, a
+hundred regiments, a thousand regiments of angels; for on that day all
+heaven will be emptied of its inhabitants to let them attend the
+scene. All the holy angels. From what a center to what a
+circumference. Widening out and widening out, and higher up and higher
+up. Wings interlocking wings. Galleries of cloud above galleries of
+cloud, all filled with the faces of angels come to listen and come to
+watch, and come to help on that day for which all other days were
+made. Who are those two taller and more conspicuous angels? The one is
+Michael, who is the commander of all those who come out to destroy
+sin. The other is Gabriel, who is announced as commander of all those
+who come forth to help the righteous. Who is that mighty angel near
+the throne? That is the resurrection angel, his lips still aquiver and
+his cheek aflush with the blast that shattered the cemeteries and woke
+the dead. Who is that other great angel, with dark and overshadowing
+brow? That is the one who in one night, by one flap of his wing,
+turned one hundred and eighty-five thousand of Sennacherib's host into
+corpses.
+
+Who are those bright immortals near the throne, their faces partly
+turned toward each other as though about to sing? Oh, they are the
+Bethlehem chanters of the first Christmas night! Who are this other
+group standing so near the throne? They are the Saviour's especial
+bodyguard, which hovered over Him in the wilderness and administered
+to Him in the hour of martyrdom, and heaved away the rock of His
+sarcophagus, and escorted Him upward on Ascension Day, now
+appropriately escorting Him down. Divine glory flanked on both sides
+by angelic radiance.
+
+But now lower your eye from the divine and angelic to the human. The
+entire human race is present. All nations, says my text. Before that
+time the American Republic, the English Government, the French
+Republic, all modern modes of government may be obliterated for
+something better; but all nations, whether dead or alive, will be
+brought up into that assembly. Thebes and Tyre and Babylon and Greece
+and Rome as wide awake in that assembly as though they had never
+slumbered amid the dead nations. Europe, Asia, Africa, North and South
+America, and all the nineteenth century, the eighteenth century, the
+twelfth century, the tenth century, the fourth century--all centuries
+present. Not one being that ever drew the breath of life but will be
+in that assembly.
+
+No other audience a thousandth part as large. No other audience a
+millionth part as large. No human eye could look across it. Wing of
+albatross and falcon and eagle not strong enough to fly over it. A
+congregation, I verily believe, not assembled on any continent,
+because no continent would be large enough to hold it. But, as the
+Bible intimates, in the air. The law of gravitation unanchored, the
+world moved out of its place. As now sometimes on earth a great tent
+is spread for some great convention, so over that great audience of
+the judgment shall be lifted the blue canopy of the sky, and
+underneath it for floor the air made buoyant by the hand of Almighty
+God. An architecture of atmospheric galleries strong enough to hold up
+worlds. Surely the two arms of God's almightiness are two pillars
+strong enough to hold up any auditorium.
+
+But that audience is not to remain in session long. Most audiences on
+earth after an hour or two adjourn. Sometimes in court-rooms an
+audience will tarry four or five hours, but then it adjourns. So this
+audience spoken of in the text will adjourn. My text says, "He will
+separate them one from another as a shepherd divideth the sheep from
+the goats."
+
+"No," says my Universalist friend, "let them all stay together." But
+the text says, "He shall separate them." "No," say the kings of this
+world, "let men have their choice, and if they prefer monarchical
+institutions, let them go together, and if they prefer republican
+institutions, let them go together." "No," say the conventionalities
+of this world, "let all those who moved in what are called high
+circles go together, and all those who on earth moved in low circles
+go together. The rich together, the poor together, the wise together,
+the ignorant together." Ah! no. Do you not notice in that assembly the
+king is without his scepter, and the soldier without his uniform, and
+the bishop without his pontifical ring, and the millionaire without
+his certificates of stock, and the convict without his chain, and the
+beggar without his rags, and the illiterate without his bad
+orthography, and all of us without any distinction of earthly
+inequality? So I take it from that as well as from my text that the
+mere accident of position in this world will do nothing toward
+deciding the questions of that very great day.
+
+"He will separate them as a shepherd divideth the sheep from the
+goats." The sheep, the cleanliest of creatures, here made a symbol of
+those who have all their sins washed away in the fountain of redeeming
+mercy. The goat, one of the filthiest of creatures, here a type of
+those who in the last judgment will be found never to have had any
+divine ablution. Division according to character. Not only character
+outside, but character inside. Character of heart, character of
+choice, character of allegiance, character of affection, character
+inside as well as character outside.
+
+In many cases it will be a complete and immediate reversal of all
+earthly conditions. Some who in this world wore patched apparel will
+take on raiment lustrous as a summer noon. Some who occupied a palace
+will take a dungeon. Division regardless of all earthly caste, and
+some who were down will be up, and some who were up will be down. Oh,
+what a shattering of conventionalities! What an upheaval of all social
+rigidities, what a turning of the wheel of earthly condition, a
+thousand revolutions in a second! Division of all nations, of all
+ages, not by the figure 9, nor the figure 8, nor the figure 7, nor the
+figure 6, nor the figure 5, nor the figure 4; but by the figure 2.
+
+Two! Two characters, two destinies, two estates, two dominions, two
+eternities, a tremendous, an all-comprehensive, an all-decisive, and
+everlasting two!
+
+I sometimes think that the figure of the book that shall be opened
+allows us to forget the thing signified by the symbol. Where is the
+book-binder that could make a volume large enough to contain the names
+of all the people who have ever lived? Besides that, the calling of
+such a roll would take more than fifty years, more than a hundred
+years, and the judgment is to be consummated in less time than passes
+between sunrise and sunset. Ah! my friends, the leaves of that book of
+judgment are not made out of paper, but of memory. One leaf in every
+human heart. You have known persons who were near drowning, but they
+were afterward resuscitated, and they have told you that in the two or
+three minutes between the accident and the resuscitation, all their
+past life flashed before them--all they had ever thought, all they had
+ever done, all they had ever seen, in an instant came to them. The
+memory never loses anything. It is only a folded leaf. It is only a
+closed book.
+
+Though you be an octogenarian, though you be a nonagenarian, all the
+thoughts and acts of your life are in your mind, whether you recall
+them now or not, just as Macaulay's history is in two volumes,
+although the volumes may be closed, and you can not see a word of
+them, and will not until they are opened. As in the case of the
+drowning man, the volume of memory was partly open, or the leaf partly
+unrolled; in the case of the judgment the entire book will be opened,
+so that everything will be displayed from preface to appendix.
+
+You have seen self-registering instruments which recorded how many
+revolutions they had made and what work they had done, so the
+manufacturer could come days after and look at the instrument and find
+just how many revolutions had been made, or how much work had been
+accomplished. So the human mind is a self-registering instrument, and
+it records all its past movements. Now that leaf, that
+all-comprehensive leaf in your mind and mine this moment, the leaf of
+judgment, brought out under the flash of the judgment throne, you can
+easily see how all the past of our lives in an instant will be seen.
+And so great and so resplendent will be the light of that throne that
+not only this leaf in my heart and that leaf in your heart will be
+revealed at a flash, but all the leaves will be opened, and you will
+read not only your own character and your own history, but the
+character and history of others.
+
+In a military encampment the bugle sounded in one way means one thing,
+and sounded in another way it means another thing. Bugle sounded in
+one way means, "Prepare for sudden attack." Bugle sounded in another
+way means, "To your tents, and let all the lights be put out." I have
+to tell you, my brother, that the trumpet of the Old Testament, the
+trumpet that was carried in the armies of olden times, and the trumpet
+on the walls in olden times, in the last great day will give
+significant reverberation. Old, worn-out, and exhausted Time, having
+marched across decades and centuries and ages, will halt, and the sun
+and the moon and the stars will halt with it. The trumpet! the
+trumpet!
+
+Peal the first: Under its power the sea will stretch itself out dead,
+the white foam on the lip, in its crystal sarcophagus, and the
+mountains will stagger and reel and stumble, and fall into the valleys
+never to rise. Under one puff of that last cyclone all the candles of
+the sky will be blown out. The trumpet! the trumpet!
+
+Peal the second: The alabaster halls of the air will be filled with
+those who will throng up from all the cemeteries of all the ages--from
+Greyfriar's Churchyard and Roman Catacomb, from Westminster Abbey and
+from the coral crypts of oceanic cave, and some will rend off the
+bandage of Egyptian mummy, and others will remove from their brow the
+garland of green sea-weed. From the north and the south and the east
+and the west they come. The dead! The trumpet! the trumpet!
+
+Peal the third: Amid surging clouds and the roar of attendant armies
+of heaven, the Lord comes through, and there are lightnings and
+thunder-bolts, and an earthquake, and a hallelujah, and a wailing. The
+trumpet! the trumpet!
+
+Peal the fourth: All the records of human life will be revealed. The
+leaf containing the pardoned sin, the leaf containing the unpardoned
+sin. Some clapping hands with joy, some grinding their teeth with
+rage, and all the forgotten past becomes a vivid present. The trumpet!
+the trumpet!
+
+Peal the last: The audience breaks up. The great trial is ended. The
+high court of heaven adjourns. The audience hie themselves to their
+two termini. They rise, they rise! They sink, they sink! Then the blue
+tent of the sky will be lifted and folded up and put away. Then the
+auditorium of atmospheric galleries will be melted. Then the folded
+wings of attendant angels will be spread for upward flight. The fiery
+throne of judgment will become a dim and a vanishing cloud. The
+conflagration of divine and angelic magnificence will roll back and
+off. The day for which all other days are made has closed, and the
+world has burned down, and the last cinder has gone out, and an angel
+flying on errand from world to world will poise long enough over the
+dead earth to chant the funeral litany as he cries, "Ashes to ashes!"
+
+That judgment leaf in your heart I seize hold of this moment for
+cancellation. In your city halls the great book of mortgages has a
+large margin, so that when the mortgagor has paid the full amount to
+the mortgagee, the officer of the law comes, and he puts down on that
+margin the payment and the cancellation; and though that mortgage
+demanded vast thousands before, now it is null and void. So I have to
+tell you that that leaf in my heart and in your heart, that leaf of
+judgment, that all-comprehensive leaf, has a wide margin for
+cancellation.
+
+There is only one hand in all the universe that can touch that margin.
+That hand this moment lifted to make the record null and void forever.
+It may be a trembling hand, for it is a wounded hand, the nerves were
+cut and the muscles were lacerated. That record on that leaf was made
+in the black ink of condemnation; but if cancellation take place, it
+will be made in the red ink of sacrifice. O judgment-bound brother and
+sister! let Christ this moment bring to that record complete and
+glorious cancellation. This moment, in an outburst of impassioned
+prayer, ask for it. You think it is the fluttering of your heart. Oh,
+no! it is the fluttering of that leaf, that judgment leaf.
+
+I ask you not to take from your iron safe your last will and
+testament, but I ask for something of more importance than that. I ask
+you not to take from your private papers that letter so sacred that
+you have put it away from all human eyesight, but I ask you for
+something of more meaning than that. That leaf, that judgment leaf in
+my heart, that judgment leaf in your heart, which will decide our
+condition after this world shall have five thousand million years been
+swept out the heavens, an extinct planet, and time itself will be so
+long past that on the ocean of eternity it will seem only as now seems
+a ripple on the Atlantic.
+
+When the goats in vile herd start for the barren mountains of death,
+and the sheep in fleeces of snowy whiteness and bleating with joy move
+up the terraced hills to join the lambs already playing in the high
+pastures of celestial altitude, oh, may you and I be close by the
+Shepherd's crook! "When the Son of Man shall come in His glory, and
+all the holy angels with Him, then shall He sit upon the throne of His
+glory; and before Him shall be gathered all nations; and He shall
+separate them one from another, as a shepherd divideth the sheep from
+the goats."
+
+Oh, that leaf, that one leaf in my heart, that one leaf in your heart!
+That leaf of judgment! Oh, those two tremendous words at the last,
+"Come!" "Go!" As though the overhanging heavens were the cup of a
+great bell, and all the stars were welded into a silvery tongue and
+swung from side to side until it struck, "Come!" As though all the
+great guns of eternal disaster were discharged at once, and they
+boomed forth in one resounding cannonade of "Go!" Arithmetical sum in
+simple division. Eternity the dividend. The figure two the divisor.
+Your unalterable destiny the quotient.
+
+
+
+
+THE ROAD TO THE CITY.
+
+ "And an highway shall be there, and a way, and it shall be
+ called the way of holiness; the unclean shall not pass over
+ it; but it shall be for those: the wayfaring men, though
+ fools, shall not err therein. No lion shall be there, nor any
+ ravenous beast shall go up thereon, it shall not be found
+ there; but the redeemed shall walk there; and the ransomed of
+ the Lord shall return, and come to Zion with songs and
+ everlasting joy upon their heads: they shall obtain joy and
+ gladness, and sorrow and sighing shall flee away."--ISAIAH
+ xxxv: 8-10.
+
+
+There are hundreds of people in this house this morning who want to
+find the right road. You sometimes see a person halting at cross
+roads, and you can tell by his looks that he wishes to ask a question
+as to what direction he had better take. And I stand in your presence
+this morning conscious of the fact that there are many of you here who
+realize that there are a thousand wrong roads, but only one right one;
+and I take it for granted that you have come in to ask which one it
+is. Here is one road that opens widely, but I have not much faith in
+it. There are a great many expensive toll-gates scattered all along
+that way. Indeed at every road you must pay in tears, or pay in
+genuflexions, or pay in flagellations. On that road, if you get
+through it at all, you have to pay your own way; and since this
+differs so much from what I have heard in regard to the right way, I
+believe it is the wrong way.
+
+Here is another road. On either side of it are houses of sinful
+entertainment, and invitations to come in, and dine and rest; but,
+from the looks of the people who stand on the piazza I am very certain
+that it is the wrong house and the wrong way. Here is another road. It
+is very beautiful and macadamized. The horses' hoofs clatter and ring,
+and they who ride over it spin along the highway, until suddenly they
+find that the road breaks over an embankment, and they try to halt,
+and they saw the bit in the mouth of the fiery steed, and cry "Ho!
+ho!" But it is too late, and--crash!--they go over the embankment. We
+shall turn, this morning, and see if we can not find a different kind
+of a road.
+
+You have heard of the Appian Way. It was three hundred and fifty miles
+long. It was twenty-four feet wide, and on either side the road was a
+path for foot passengers. It was made out of rocks cut in hexagonal
+shape and fitted together. What a road it must have been! Made of
+smooth, hard rock, three hundred and fifty miles long. No wonder that
+in the construction of it the treasures of a whole empire were
+exhausted. Because of invaders, and the elements, and time--the old
+conqueror who tears up a road as he goes over it--there is nothing
+left of that structure excepting a ruin. But I have this morning to
+tell you of a road built before the Appian Way, and yet it is as good
+as when first constructed. Millions of souls have gone over it.
+Millions more will come.
+
+ "The prophets and apostles, too,
+ Pursued this road while here below;
+ We therefore will, without dismay
+ Still walk in Christ, the good old way."
+
+"An highway shall be there, and a way, and it shall be called the way
+of holiness; the unclean shall not pass over it; but it shall be for
+those: the wayfaring men, though fools, shall not err therein. No lion
+shall be there, nor any ravenous beast shall go up thereon, it shall
+not be found there; but the redeemed shall walk there; and the
+ransomed of the Lord shall return, and come to Zion with songs and
+everlasting joy upon their heads; they shall obtain joy and gladness,
+and sorrow and sighing shall flee away!"
+
+I. First, this road of the text is the King's highway. In the
+diligence you dash over the Bernard pass of the Alps, mile after mile,
+and there is not so much as a pebble to jar the wheels. You go over
+bridges which cross chasms that make you hold your breath; under
+projecting rock; along by dangerous precipices; through tunnels adrip
+with the meltings of the glaciers; and, perhaps for the first time,
+learn the majesty of a road built and supported by government
+authority. Well, my Lord the King decided to build a highway from
+earth to heaven. It should span all the chasms of human wretchedness;
+it should tunnel all the mountains of earthly difficulty; it should be
+wide enough and strong enough to hold fifty thousand millions of the
+human race, if so many of them should ever be born. It should be
+blasted out of the "Rock of Ages," and cemented with the blood of the
+Cross, and be lifted amid the shouting of angels and the execration of
+devils.
+
+The King sent His Son to build that road. He put head and hand and
+heart to it, and, after the road was completed, waved His blistered
+hand over the way, crying, "It is finished!" Napoleon paid fifteen
+million francs for the building of the Simplon Road, that his cannon
+might go over for the devastation of Italy; but our King, at a greater
+expense, has built a road for a different purpose, that the banners of
+heavenly dominion might come down over it, and all the redeemed of
+earth travel up over it.
+
+Being a King's highway, of course it is well built. Bridges splendidly
+arched and buttressed have given way and crushed the passengers who
+attempted to cross them. But Christ, the King, would build no such
+thing as that. The work done, He mounts the chariot of His love, and
+multitudes mount with Him, and He drives on and up the steep of heaven
+amid the plaudits of gazing worlds! The work is done--well
+done--gloriously done--magnificently done.
+
+II. Still further: this road spoken of is a clean road.
+
+Many a fine road has become miry and foul because it has not been
+properly cared for; but my text says the unclean shall not walk on
+this one. Room on either side to throw away your sins. Indeed, if you
+want to carry them along, you are not on the right road. That bridge
+will break, those overhanging rocks will fall, the night will come
+down, leaving you at the mercy of the mountain bandits, and at the
+very next turn of the road you will perish. But if you are really on
+this clean road of which I have been speaking, then you will stop
+ever and anon to wash in the water that stands in the basin of the
+eternal rock. Ay, at almost every step of the journey you will be
+crying out: "Create within me a clean heart!" If you have no such
+aspirations as that, it proves that you have mistaken your way; and if
+you will only look up and see the finger-board above your head, you
+may read upon it the words: "There is a way that seemeth right unto a
+man, but the end thereof is death." Without holiness no man shall see
+the Lord; and if you have any idea that you can carry along your sins,
+your lusts, your worldliness, and yet get to the end of the Christian
+race, you are so awfully mistaken that, in the name of God, this
+morning I shatter the delusion.
+
+III. Still further, the road spoken of is a plain road. "The wayfaring
+men, though fools, shall not err therein." That is, if a man is three
+fourths an idiot, he can find this road just as well as if he were a
+philosopher. The imbecile boy, the laughing-stock of the street, and
+followed by a mob hooting at him, has only just to knock once at the
+gate of heaven, and it swings open: while there has been many a man
+who can lecture about pneumatics, and chemistry, and tell the story of
+Farraday's theory of electrical polarization, and yet has been shut
+out of heaven. There has been many a man who stood in an observatory
+and swept the heavens with his telescope, and yet has not been able to
+see the Morning Star. Many a man has been familiar with all the higher
+branches of mathematics, and yet could not do the simple sum, "What
+shall it profit a man if he gain the whole world and lose his own
+soul?" Many a man has been a fine reader of tragedies and poems, and
+yet could not "read his title clear to mansions in the skies." Many a
+man has botanized across the continent, and yet not know the "Rose of
+Sharon and the Lily of the Valley." But if one shall come in the right
+spirit, crying the way to heaven, he will find it a plain way. The
+pardon is plain. The peace is plain. Everything is plain.
+
+He who tries to get on the road to heaven through the New Testament
+teaching will get on beautifully. He who goes through philosophical
+discussion will not get on at all. Christ says: "Come to Me, and I
+will take all your sins away, and I will take all your troubles away."
+Now what is the use of my discussing it any more? Is not that plain?
+If you wanted to go to Albany, and I pointed you out a highway
+thoroughly laid out, would I be wise in detaining you by a geological
+discussion about the gravel you will pass over, or a physiological
+discussion about the muscles you will have to bring into play? No.
+After this Bible has pointed you the way to heaven, is it wise for me
+to detain you with any discussion about the nature of the human will,
+or whether the atonement is limited or unlimited? There is the
+road--go on it. It is a plain way.
+
+"This is a faithful saying, and worthy of all acceptation, that Christ
+Jesus came into the world to save sinners." And that is you and that
+is me. Any little child here can understand this as well as I can.
+"Unless you become as a little child, you can not see the kingdom of
+God." If you are saved, it will not be as a philosopher, it will be as
+a little child. "Of such is the kingdom of Heaven." Unless you get
+the spirit of little children, you will never come out at their
+glorious destiny.
+
+IV. Still further: this road to heaven is a safe road. Sometimes the
+traveler in those ancient highways would think himself perfectly
+secure, not knowing there was a lion by the way, burying his head deep
+between his paws, and then, when the right moment came, under the
+fearful spring the man's life was gone, and there was a mauled carcass
+by the roadside. But, says my text, "No lion shall be there." I wish I
+could make you feel, this morning, your entire security. I tell you
+plainly that one minute after a man has become a child of God, he is
+as safe as though he had been ten thousand years in heaven. He may
+slip, he may slide, he may stumble; but he can not be destroyed. Kept
+by the power of God, through faith, unto complete salvation.
+Everlastingly safe.
+
+The severest trial to which you can subject a Christian man is to kill
+him, and that is glory. In other words, the worst thing that can
+happen a child of God is heaven. The body is only the old slippers
+that he throws aside just before putting on the sandals of light. His
+soul, you can not hurt it. No fires can consume it. No floods can
+drown it. No devils can capture it.
+
+ "Firm and unmoved are they
+ Who rest their souls on God;
+ Fixed as the ground where David stood,
+ Or where the ark abode."
+
+His soul is safe. His reputation is safe. Everything is safe. "But,"
+you say, "suppose his store burns up?" Why, then, it will be only a
+change of investments from earthly to heavenly securities. "But," you
+say, "suppose his name goes down under the hoof of scorn and
+contempt?" The name will be so much brighter in glory. "Suppose his
+physical health fails?" God will pour into him the floods of
+everlasting health, and it will not make any difference. Earthly
+subtraction is heavenly addition. The tears of earth are the crystals
+of heaven. As they take rags and tatters and put them through the
+paper-mill, and they come out beautiful white sheets of paper, so,
+often, the rags of earthly destitution, under the cylinders of death,
+come out a white scroll upon which shall be written eternal
+emancipation.
+
+There was one passage of Scripture, the force of which I never
+understood until one day at Chamounix, with Mont Blanc on one side,
+and Montanvent on the other, I opened my Bible and read: "As the
+mountains are around about Jerusalem, so the Lord is around about them
+that fear Him." The surroundings were an omnipotent commentary.
+
+ "Though troubles assail, and dangers affright;
+ Though friends should all fail, and foes all unite;
+ Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide,
+ The Scriptures assure us the Lord will provide."
+
+V. Still further: the road spoken of is a pleasant road. God gives a
+bond of indemnity against all evil to every man that treads it. "All
+things work together for good to those who love God." No weapon formed
+against them can prosper. That is the bond, signed, sealed, and
+delivered by the President of the whole universe. What is the use of
+your fretting, O child of God, about food? "Behold the fowls of the
+air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns;
+yet your heavenly Father feedeth them." And will He take care of the
+sparrow, will He take care of the hawk, and let you die? What is the
+use of your fretting about clothes? "Consider the lilies of the field.
+Shall He not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?" What is the
+use worrying for fear something will happen to your home? "He blesseth
+the habitation of the just." What is the use of your fretting lest you
+will be overcome of temptations? "God is faithful, who will not suffer
+you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation
+also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it."
+
+O this King's highway! Trees of life on either side, bending over
+until their branches interlock and drop midway their fruit and shade.
+Houses of entertainment on either side the road for poor pilgrims.
+Tables spread with a feast of good things, and walls adorned with
+apples of gold in pictures of silver. I start out on this King's
+highway, and I find a harper, and I say: "What is your name?" The
+harper makes no response, but leaves me to guess, as, with his eyes
+toward heaven and his hand upon the trembling strings this tune comes
+rippling on the air: "The Lord is my light and my salvation. Whom
+shall I fear? The Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be
+afraid?" I go a little further on the same road and meet a trumpeter
+of heaven, and I say: "Haven't you got some music for a tired
+pilgrim?" And wiping his lip and taking a long breath, he puts his
+mouth to the trumpet and pours forth this strain: "They shall hunger
+no more, neither shall they thirst any more, neither shall the sun
+light on them, nor any heat, for the Lamb which is in the midst of the
+throne shall lead them to living fountains of water, and God shall
+wipe away all tears from their eyes." I go a little distance further
+on the same road, and I meet a maiden of Israel. She has no harp, but
+she has cymbals. They look as if they had rusted from sea-spray; and I
+say to the maiden of Israel: "Have you no song for a tired pilgrim?"
+And like the clang of victors' shields the cymbals clap as Miriam
+begins to discourse: "Sing ye to the Lord, for He hath triumphed
+gloriously; the horse and the rider hath He thrown into the sea." And
+then I see a white-robed group. They come bounding toward me, and I
+say: "Who are they? The happiest, and the brightest, and the fairest
+in all heaven--who are they?" And the answer comes: "These are they
+who came out of great tribulations, and had their robes washed and
+made white with the blood of the Lamb."
+
+I pursue this subject only one step further. What is the terminus? I
+do not care how fine a road you may put me on, I want to know where it
+comes out. My text declares it: "The redeemed of the Lord come to
+Zion." You know what Zion was. That was the King's palace. It was a
+mountain fastness. It was impregnable. And so heaven is the fastness
+of the universe. No howitzer has long enough range to shell those
+towers. Let all the batteries of earth and hell blaze away; they can
+not break in those gates. Gibraltar was taken, Sebastopol was taken,
+Babylon fell; but these walls of heaven shall never surrender either
+to human or Satanic besiegement. The Lord God Almighty is the defense
+of it. Great capital of the universe! Terminus of the King's highway!
+
+Doctor Dick said that, among other things, he thought in heaven we
+should study chemistry, and geometry, and conic sections. Southey
+thought that in heaven he would have the pleasure of seeing Chaucer
+and Shakespeare. Now, Doctor Dick may have his mathematics for all
+eternity, and Southey his Shakespeare. Give me Christ and my old
+friends--that is all the heaven I want, that is heaven enough for me.
+O garden of light, whose leaves never wither, and whose fruits never
+fail! O banquet of God, whose sweetness never palls the taste, and
+whose guests are kings forever! O city of light, whose walls are
+salvation, and whose gates are praise! O palace of rest, where God is
+the monarch and everlasting ages the length of His reign! O song
+louder than the surf-beat of many waters, yet soft as the whisper of
+cherubim!
+
+O my heaven! When my last wound is healed, when the last heart-break
+is ended, when the last tear of earthly sorrow is wiped away, and when
+the redeemed of the Lord shall come to Zion, then let all the harpers
+take down their harps, and all the trumpeters take down their
+trumpets, and all across heaven there be chorus of morning stars,
+chorus of white-robed victors, chorus of martyrs from under the
+throne, chorus of ages, chorus of worlds, and there be but one song
+sung, and but one name spoken, and but one throne honored--that of
+Jesus only.
+
+
+
+
+THE RANSOMLESS.
+
+ "Beware lest He take thee away with His stroke: then a great
+ ransom can not deliver thee."--JOB xxxvi: 18.
+
+
+Trouble makes some men mad. It was so with Job. He had lost his
+property, he had lost his physical health, he had lost his dear
+children, and the losses had led to exasperation instead of any
+spiritual profit. I suppose that he was in the condition that many are
+now in who sit before me. There are those here whose fortunes have
+begun to flap their wings, as though to fly away. There is a hollow
+cough in some of your dwellings. There is a subtraction of comfort and
+happiness, and you feel disgusted with the world, and impatient with
+many events that are transpiring in your history, and you are in the
+condition in which Job was when the words of my text accosted him:
+"Beware lest He take thee away with His stroke and then a ransom can
+not deliver thee."
+
+I propose to show you that sometimes God suddenly removes from us our
+gospel opportunities, and that, when He has done so, our case is
+ransomless. "Beware lest He take thee away with His stroke: then a
+great ransom can not deliver thee."
+
+I. Sometimes the stroke comes in the removal of the intellect.
+
+"Oh," says some man, "as long as I keep my mind I can afford to
+adjourn religion." But suppose you do not keep it? A fever, the
+hurling of a missile, the falling of a brick from a scaffolding, the
+accidental discharge of a gun--and your mind is gone. If you have ever
+been in an anatomical room, and have examined the human brain, you
+know what a delicate organ it is. And can it be possible that our
+eternity is dependent upon the healthy action of that which can be so
+easily destroyed?
+
+"Oh," says some one, "you don't know how strong a mind I have." I
+reply: Losses, accident, bereavement, and sickness may shipwreck the
+best physical or mental condition. There are those who have been ten
+years in lunatic asylums who had as good a mind as you. While they had
+their minds they neglected God, and when their intellect went, with it
+went their last opportunity for heaven. Now they are not responsible
+for what they do, or for what they say; but in the last day they will
+be held responsible for what they did when they were mentally well;
+and if, on that day, a soul should say: "Oh, God, I was demented, and
+I had no responsibility," God will say: "Yes, you were demented; but
+there were long years when you were not demented. That was your chance
+for heaven, and you missed it." Oh, better be, as the Scotch say, a
+little "daft," nevertheless having grace in the heart; better be like
+poor Richard Hampson, the Cornish fool, whose biography has just
+appeared in England--a silly man he was, yet bringing souls to Jesus
+Christ by scores and scores--giving an account of his own conversion,
+when he said: "The mob got after me, and I lost my hat, and climbed
+up by a meat-stand, in order that I might not be trampled under foot,
+and while I was there, my heart got on fire with love toward those who
+were chasing me, and, springing to my feet, I began to exhort and to
+pray." Oh, my God, let me be in the last, last day the Cornish fool,
+rather than have the best intellect God ever created unillumined by
+the Gospel of Jesus Christ!
+
+Consider what an uncertain possession you have in your intellect, when
+there are so many things around to destroy it; and beware, lest before
+you use it in making the religious choice, God takes it away with a
+stroke. I know a good many of my friends who are putting off religion
+until the last hour. They say when they get sick they will attend to
+it, but generally the intellect is beclouded; and oh; what a doleful
+thing it is to stand by a dying bed, and talk to a man about his soul,
+and feel, from what you see of the motion of his head, and the glare
+of his eye, and from what you hear of the jargon of his lips, that he
+does not understand what you are saying to him. I have stood beside
+the death-bed of a man who had lived a sinful life, and was as
+unprepared for eternity as it is possible for a man to be, and I tried
+to make him understand my pastoral errand; but all in vain. He could
+not understand it, and so he died.
+
+Oh! ye who are putting off until the sick hour preparation for
+eternity, let me tell you that in all probability, you will not be
+able in your last hour to attend to it at all. There are a great many
+people who say they will repent on the death-bed.
+
+I have no doubt there are many who have repented on the death-bed, but
+I think it is the exception. Albert Barnes, who was one of the coolest
+of men, and gave no rash statistics, said thus: that in a ministry of
+nearly half a century--he was over seventy when he went up to
+glory--he had known a great many people who said they repented on the
+dying bed, but, unexpectedly to themselves, got well; and he says, How
+many of those, do you suppose, who thought it was their dying bed, and
+who, after they repented on that dying bed, having got well, lived
+consistently, showing that it was real repentance, and not mock
+repentance--how many? not one! not one!
+
+II. Again: this stroke may come to you in the withdrawal of God's
+spirit.
+
+I see people before me who were, twenty years ago, serious about their
+souls. They are not now. They have no interest in what I am saying.
+They will never have any anxiety in what any minister of the Gospel
+says about their souls. Their time seems to have passed. I know a man,
+seventy-five years of age, who, in early life, became almost a
+Christian, but grieved away the spirit of God, and he has never
+thought earnestly since, and he can not be roused. I do not believe he
+will be roused until eternity flashes on his astonished vision.
+
+It does seem as if sometimes, in quite early life, the Holy Spirit
+moves upon a heart, and being grieved away and rejected, never comes
+back. You say that is all imaginary? A letter, the address of which I
+will not give, dated last Monday morning, came to me on Tuesday,
+saying this: "Your sermon last night (that is, last Sabbath night)
+did not fit my case, although I believe it did all others in the
+Academy; but your sermon of a week ago did fit my case, for I am 'past
+feeling.' I am not ashamed to be a Christian. I would as soon be known
+to be a Christian as anything else. Indeed, I wish I was, but I have
+not the least power to become one. Don't you know that with some
+persons there is a tide in their spiritual natures which, if taken at
+the flood, leads on to salvation? Such a tide I felt two years ago. I
+want you to pray for me, not that I may be led to Christ--for that
+prayer would not be answered--but that I may be kept from the
+temptation to suicide!"
+
+What I had to say to the author of that I said in a private letter;
+but what I have to say to this audience is: Beware lest you grieve the
+Holy Ghost, and He be gone, and never return. Next Wednesday, at two
+or three o'clock, a Cunard steamer will put out from Jersey City wharf
+for Liverpool. After it has gone one hour, and the vessel is down by
+the Narrows, or beyond, go out on the Jersey City wharf, and wave your
+hand, and shout, and ask that steamer to come back to the wharf. Will
+it? Yes, sooner than the Holy Ghost will come back when once He has
+taken his final flight from thy soul. With that Holy Spirit some of
+you have been in treaty, my dear friends.
+
+The Holy Spirit said: "Come, come to Christ." You said: "No, I won't."
+The Spirit said, more importunately: "Come to Christ." You said:
+"Well, I will after awhile, when I get my business fixed up; when my
+friends consent to my coming; when they won't laugh at me--then I'll
+come." But the Holy Spirit more emphatically said: "Come now." You
+said: "No, I can't. I can't come now." And that Holy Spirit stands in
+your heart to-night, with His hand on the door of your soul, ready to
+come out. Will you let Him depart? If so, then, with a pen of light,
+dipped in ink of eternal blackness, the sentence may be now writing:
+"Ephraim is joined to his idols. Let him alone! Let him alone!" When
+that fatal record is made, you might as well brace yourselves up
+against the sorrows of the last day, against the anguish of an
+unforgiven death-bed, against the flame and the overthrow of an undone
+eternity; for though you might live thirty years after that in the
+world, your fate would be as certain as though you had already entered
+the gates of darkness. That is the dead line. Look out how you cross
+it!
+
+ "'There is a line by us unseen,
+ That crosses every path;
+ The hidden boundary between
+ God's patience and His wrath.'"
+
+And some of you, to-night, have come up to that line. Ay, you have
+lifted your foot, and when you put it down, it will be on the other
+side! Look out how you cross it! Oh, grieve not the Spirit of God,
+lest He never come back!
+
+III. This fatal stroke spoken of in the text may be our exit from this
+world. I hear aged people sometimes saying: "I can't live much
+longer." But do you know the fact that there are a hundred young
+people and middle-aged people who go out of this life to one aged
+person, for the simple reason that there are not many aged people to
+leave life? The aged seem to stand around like stalks--separate stalks
+of wheat at the corner of the field; but when death goes a-mowing, he
+likes to go down amid the thick of the harvest. What is more to the
+point: a man's going out of this world is never in the way he
+expects--it is never at the time he expects. The moment of leaving
+this world is always a surprise. If you expect to go in the winter, it
+may be in the summer; if in the summer, it may be in the winter; if in
+the night, it maybe in the day-time; if you think to go in the
+day-time, it may be in the night. Suddenly the event will rush upon
+you, and you will be gone. Where? If a Christian--into joy. If not a
+Christian--into suffering.
+
+The Gospel call stops outside of the door of the sepulcher. The
+sleeper within can not hear it. If that call should be sounded out
+with clarion voice louder than ever rang through the air, that sleeper
+could not hear it. I suppose every hour of the day, and now, while I
+am speaking, there are souls rushing into eternity unprepared. They
+slide from the pillow, or they slip from the pavement, and in an
+eye-twinkling they are gone. Elegant and eloquent funeral oration will
+not do them any good. Epitaph, cut on polished Scotch granite, will
+not do them any good. Wailing of beloved kindred can not call them
+back.
+
+But, says some one: "I'll keep out of peril; I will not go on the sea,
+I will not go into battle--I'll keep out of all danger." That is no
+defense. Thousands of people, last night, on their couches, with the
+front door locked, and no armed assassin anywhere around, surrounded
+by all defended circumstances, slipped out of this life into the
+next. If time had been on one side of the shuttle and eternity on the
+other side of the shuttle, they could not have shot quicker across it.
+A man was saying: "My father was lost at sea, and my grandfather, and
+my great-grandfather. Wasn't it strange?" A man, talking to him, said:
+"You ought never to venture on the sea, lest you, yourself, be lost at
+sea." The man turned to the other, and said: "Where did your father
+die?" He replied: "In his bed." "Where did your grandfather die?" "In
+his bed." "Where did your great-grandfather die?" "In his bed."
+"Then," he said, "be careful, lest some night, while you are asleep on
+your couch, your time may come!"
+
+Death alone is sure. Suddenly, you and I will go out of life. I am not
+saying anything to your soul that I am not going to say to my own
+soul. We have got to go suddenly out of this life. If I am prepared
+for that change, I do not care where my body is taken from--at what
+point I am taken out of this life. If I am ready, all is well. If I am
+not ready, though I might be at home, and though my loved ones might
+be standing around me, and though there might be the best surgical and
+medical ability in the room, I tell you, if I were not prepared, I
+would be frightened more than tongue can tell. It may seem like
+cowardice, but I am not ashamed to say that I should have the most
+indescribable horror about going out of this world if I thought I was
+unprepared for the next--if I had no Christ in my soul; for it would
+be a plunge compared with which a leap from the top of Mont Blanc
+would be nothing.
+
+But this brings me to the most tremendous thought of my text. The text
+supposes that a man goes into ruin, and that an effort is made
+afterward for his rescue, and then says the thing can not be done. Is
+that so? After death seizes upon that soul, is there no resurrection?
+If a man topples off the edge of life, is there nothing to break his
+fall? If an impenitent man goes overboard, are there no
+grappling-hooks to hoist him into safety? The text says distinctly:
+"Then a great ransom can not deliver thee."
+
+I know there are people who call themselves "Restorationists," and
+they say a sinful man may go down into the world of the lost; he stays
+there until he gets reformed, and then comes up into the world of
+light and blessedness. It seems to me to be a most unreasonable
+doctrine--as though the world of darkness were a place where a man
+could get reformed. Is there anything in the society of the lost
+world--the abandoned and the wretched of God's universe--to elevate a
+man's character and lift him at last to heaven? Can we go into
+companionship of the Neroes and the Herods, and the Jim Fisks, and
+spend a certain number of years in that lost world, and then by that
+society be purified and lifted up? Is that the kind of society that
+reforms a man and prepares him for heaven? Would you go to Shreveport
+or Memphis, with the yellow fever there, to get your physical health
+restored? Can it be that a man may go down into the diseased world--a
+world overwhelmed by an epidemic of transgressions--and by that
+process, and in that atmosphere, be lifted up to health and glory?
+Your common sense says: "No! no!" In such society as that, instead of
+being restored, you would go down worse and worse, plunging every hour
+into deeper depths of suffering and darkness. What your common sense
+says the Bible reaffirms, when it says: "These shall go away into
+three months of punishment." I have quoted it wrong. "These shall go
+away into ten years of punishment." I have quoted it wrong. "These
+shall go into a thousand years of punishment." I have quoted it wrong.
+"These shall go into _everlasting_ punishment." And now I have quoted
+it right; or, if you prefer, in the words of my text: "Then a great
+ransom can not deliver thee."
+
+Now just suppose that a spirit should come down from heaven and knock
+at the gates of woe and say: "Let that man out! Let me come in and
+suffer in his stead. I will be the sacrifice. Let him come out." The
+grim jailer would reply: "No, you don't know what a place this is, or
+you would not ask to come in; besides that, this man had full warning
+and full opportunity of escape. He did not take the warning, and now a
+great ransom shall not deliver him."
+
+Sometimes men are sentenced to imprisonment for life. There comes
+another judge on the bench, there comes another governor in the chair,
+and in three or four years you find the man who was sentenced for life
+in the street. You say: "I thought you were sentenced for life." "Oh!"
+he says, "politics are changed, and I am now a free man." But it will
+not be so for a soul at the last. There will be no new judge or new
+governor. If at the end of a century a soul might come out, it would
+not be so bad. If at the end of a thousand years it might come out,
+it would not be so bad. If there were any time in all the future, in
+quadrillions and quadrillions of years, that the soul might come out,
+it would not be so bad; but if the Bible be true, it is a state of
+unending duration.
+
+Far on in the ages one lost soul shall cry out to another lost soul:
+"How long have you been here?" and the soul will reply: "The years of
+my ruin are countless. I estimated the time for thousands of years;
+but what is the use of estimating when all these rolling cycles bring
+us no nearer the terminus." Ages! Ages! Ages! Eternity! Eternity!
+Eternity! The wrath to come! The wrath to come! The wrath to come! No
+medicine to cure that marasmus of the soul. No hammer to strike off
+the handcuff of that incarceration. No burglar's key to pick the locks
+which the Lord hath fastened. Sir Francis Newport, in his last moment,
+caught just one glimpse of that world. He had lived a sinful life.
+Before he went into the eternal world he looked into it. The last
+words he ever uttered were, as he gathered himself up on his elbows in
+the bed: "Oh, the insufferable pangs of hell!" The lost soul will cry
+out: "I can not stand this! I can not stand this! Is there no way
+out?" and the echo will answer: "No way out." And the soul will cry:
+"Is this forever?" and the echo will answer: "Forever!"
+
+Is it all true? "These shall go away into everlasting punishment,
+while the righteous go into life eternal." Are there two destinies?
+and must all this audience share one or the other? Shall I give an
+account for what I have told you to-night? Have I held back any truth,
+though it were plain, though it were unpalatable? Must I meet you
+there, oh, you dying but immortal auditory? I wish that my text, with
+all its uplifted hands of warning, could come upon your souls: "Beware
+lest He take thee away with His stroke: then a great ransom can not
+deliver thee."
+
+Glory be to God, there is a ransom that can now deliver you, braver
+than Grace Darling putting out in a life-boat from Eddystone
+Light-house for the rescue of the crew of the Forfarshire
+steamer--Christ the Lord launched from heaven, amid the shouting of
+the angels. Thirty-three years afterward, Christ the Lord launched
+from earth to heaven, amid human and infernal execration; yet staying
+here long enough to save all who will believe in Him. Do you hear
+that? To save all who will believe in Him. Oh, that pierced side! Oh,
+that bleeding brow! Oh, that crushed foot! Oh, that broken heart! That
+is your hope, sinner. That is your ransom from sin, and death, and
+hell.
+
+Why have I told you all these things to-night, plainly and frankly? It
+is because I know there is redemption for you, and I would have you
+now come and get it. Oh, men and women long prayed for, and striven
+with, and coaxed of the mercy of God--have you concentrated all your
+physical, mental, and spiritual energies in one awful determination to
+be lost? Is there nothing in the value of your soul, in the
+graciousness of Christ, in the thunders of the last day, in the
+blazing glories of heaven, and the surging wrath of an undone eternity
+to start you out of your indifference, and make you pray? Oh, must God
+come upon you in some other way? Must He take another darling child
+from your household? Must He take another installment from your
+worldly estate? Must life come upon you with sorrow after sorrow, and
+smite you down with sickness before you will be moved, and before you
+will feel?
+
+Oh, weep now, while Jesus will count the tears! Sigh, now in
+repentance, while Jesus will hear the grief. Now clutch the cross of
+the Son of God before it be swept away. Beware, lest the Holy Spirit
+leave thy heart. Beware, lest this night thy soul be required of thee.
+"Beware, lest he take thee away with His stroke: then a great ransom
+can not deliver thee." Oh, Lord God of Israel, see these impenitent
+souls on the verge of death ready to topple over! See them! Is there
+no help? Is this plea all in vain? I can not believe it, blessed God.
+Oh, thou mighty One, whose garments are red with the wine-press of
+Thine own sufferings, in the greatness of Thy strength ride through
+this audience, and may all this people fall into line, the willing
+captives of Thy grace. Men and women immortal! I lay hold of you
+to-night with both hands of entreaty and of prayer, and I beg of you,
+prepare for death, judgment, and eternity.
+
+
+
+
+THE THREE GROUPS.
+
+ "And they sat down in ranks by hundreds and by fifties."--MARK
+ vi: 40.
+
+
+The sun was far down in the west, night was coming on, and there were
+five thousand people tired, hungry, shelterless. You know how
+Washington felt at Valley Forge, when his army was starving and
+freezing. You may imagine how any great-hearted general would feel
+while his troops were suffering. Imagine, then, how Christ, with His
+great heart, must have felt as He saw these five thousand
+hunger-bitten people. Yes, I suppose there were ten thousand there,
+for the Bible says there were five thousand men, besides women and
+children. The case is put in that way, not because the women and
+children were of less importance than the men, but because they would
+eat less; and the whole force of the miracle turns on the amount of
+food required.
+
+How shall this great multitude be supplied? I see a selfish man in
+that crowd pulling a luncheon out of his own pocket, and saying: "Let
+the people starve. They had no business to come out here in the desert
+without any provisions. They are improvident, and the improvident
+ought to suffer." There is another man, not quite so heartless, who
+says: "Go up into the village and buy bread." What a foolish
+proposition! There is not enough food in all the village for this
+crowd; besides that, who has the money to pay for it? Xerxes' army,
+one million strong, was fed by a private individual of great wealth
+for only one day, but it broke him. Who, then, shall feed this
+multitude?
+
+I see a man rising in that great crowd and asking: "Is there any one
+here who has bread or meat?" A kind of moan goes through the whole
+throng. "No bread--no meat." But just at that time a lad steps up. You
+know when a great crowd goes off upon an excursion, there are always
+men and boys to go along for the purpose of merchandise and to strike
+a bargain: and so, I suppose, this boy had gone along for the purpose
+of merchandise; but he was nearly all sold out, having only five
+loaves and two fishes left. He is a generous boy, and he turns them
+over to Christ.
+
+But these loaves would not feed twenty people, how much less ten
+thousand! Though the action was so generous on the part of the boy, so
+far as satisfying the multitude, it was a dead failure. Then Jesus
+comes to the rescue. He is apt to come when there is a dead lift. He
+commands the people that they sit down "in ranks, by hundreds and by
+fifties," as much as to say: "Order! order! so that none be missed."
+It was fortunate that that arrangement was made; otherwise, at the
+very first appearance of bread, the strong ones would have clutched
+it, while the feeble and the modest would have gone unsupplied.
+
+I suppose it was no easy work to get that crowd seated, for they all
+wanted to be in the front row, lest the bread give out before their
+turn come. No sooner are they seated than there comes a great hush
+over all the people. Jesus stands there, His light complexion and
+auburn locks illumined by the setting sun. Every eye is on Him. They
+wonder what He will do next. He takes one of the loaves that the boy
+furnished and breaks off it a piece, which immediately grows to as
+large a size as the original loaf, the original loaf staying as large
+as it was before the piece was broken off. And they leaned forward
+with intense scrutiny, saying: "Look! look!" When some one, anxious to
+see more minutely what is going on, rises in front, they cry: "Sit
+down in front! Let us look for ourselves."
+
+And then, when the bread is passed around, they taste of it
+skeptically and inquiringly, as much as to say: "Is it bread? Really,
+is it bread?" Yes, the best bread that was ever made, for Christ made
+it. Bread for the first fifty and second fifty. Bread for the first
+hundred and the second hundred. Bread for the first thousand and the
+second thousand. Pass it all around the circle: there, where that aged
+man sits leaning on his staff, and where that woman sits with the
+child in her arms. Pass it all around. Are you all fed? "Ay! ay!"
+respond the ten thousand voices; "all fed." One basket would have held
+the loaves before the miracle; it takes twelve baskets now. Sound it
+through all the ages of earth and heaven, that Christ the Lord comes
+to our suffering race with the bread of this life in one hand, and the
+bread of eternal life in the other hand.
+
+You have all immediately run out the analogy between that scene and
+this. There were thousands there; there are thousands here. They were
+in the desert; many of you are in the desert of trouble and sin. No
+human power could feed them; no human power can feed you. Christ
+appeared to them; Christ appears to you. Bread enough for all in the
+desert; bread enough for all who are here. And, as on that occasion,
+so in this: we have the people "sit down in ranks by hundreds and by
+fifties;" for the fact that many of you stand is no fault of ours, for
+we have tried to give you seats. As Christ divided that company into
+groups, so I divide this audience into three groups: the pardoned, the
+seeking, the careless.
+
+I. And, first, I speak to the pardoned.
+
+It is with some of you half past five in the morning, and some faint
+streaks of light. With others it is seven o'clock, and thus full dawn.
+With others it is twelve o'clock at noon, and you sit in full blaze of
+Gospel pardon. I bring you congratulation. Joseph delivered from
+Potiphar's dungeon; Daniel lifted from the lion's den; Saul arrested
+and unhorsed on the road to Damascus. Oh, you delivered captives, how
+your eyes should gleam, and your souls should bound, and your lips
+should sing in this pardon! From what land did you come? A land of
+darkness. What is to be your destiny? A land of light. Who got you
+out? Christ, the Lord. Can you sit so placidly and unmoved while all
+heaven comes to your soul with congratulation, and harps are strung,
+and crowns are lifted, and a great joy swings round the heavens at the
+news of your disinthrallment? If you could realize out of what a pit
+you have been dug, to what height you are to be raised, and to what
+glory you are destined, you would spring to your feet with "Hosanna!"
+
+In 1808 there was a meeting of the emperors of France and Russia at
+Erfurt. There were distinguished men there also from other lands. It
+was so arranged that when any of the emperors arrived at the door of
+the reception-room, the drum should beat three times; but when a
+lesser dignitary should come, then the drum would sound but twice.
+After awhile the people in the audience-chamber heard two taps of the
+drum. They said: "A prince is coming." But after awhile there were
+three taps, and they cried: "The emperor!" Oh, there is a more
+glorious arrival at your soul to-night! The drum beats twice at the
+coming in of the lesser joys and congratulations of your soul; but it
+beats once, twice, thrice at the coming in of a glorious King--Jesus
+the Saviour, Jesus the God! I congratulate you. All are yours--things
+present and things to come.
+
+II. I come now to speak of the second division--those who are seeking;
+some of you with more earnestness, some of you with less earnestness.
+But I believe that to-night, if I should ask all those who wish to
+find the way to heaven to rise, and the world did not scoff at you,
+and your own proud heart did not keep you down, there would be a
+thousand souls who would cry out as they rose up: "Show me the way to
+heaven!" That young man who smiled to the one next to him, as though
+he cared for none of these things, would be on his knees crying for
+mercy. Why this anxious look? Why this deep disquietude in the soul?
+Why, at the beginning of this service, did you do what you have not
+done for years--bow your head in prayer? You are seeking.
+
+"I am a gambler," says one man. There is mercy for you. "I am a
+libertine," says another. There is mercy for you. "I have plunged into
+every abomination." Mercy for you. The door of grace does not stand
+ajar to-night, nor half swung around on the hinges. It is wide, wide
+open; and there is nothing in the Bible, or in Christ, or God, or
+earth, or heaven, or hell, to keep you out of the door of safety, if
+you want to go in. Christ has borne your burdens, fought your battles,
+suffered for your sins. The debt is paid, and the receipt is handed to
+you, written in the blood of the Son of God--will you have it? Oh,
+decide the matter now! Decide it here! Fling your exhausted soul down
+at the feet of an all-compassionate, all-sympathizing, all-pitying,
+all-pardoning Jesus. The laceration on His brow, the gash in His side,
+the torn muscles and nerves of His feet beg you to come.
+
+But remember that one inch outside the door of pardon, and you are in
+as much peril as though you were a thousand miles away. Many a
+shipwrecked sailor has got almost to the beach, but did not get on it.
+There are thousands in the world of the lost who came very near being
+saved--perhaps as near as you are to-night--but were not saved.
+
+On the eastern coast of England, a few weeks ago, in a
+fishing-village, there was a good deal of excitement. While people
+were in church, the sailors and fishermen hearing the Gospel on the
+Sabbath, there was a cry: "To the beach!" and the minister closed the
+Bible, and with his congregation went out to help, and they saw in the
+offing a ship in trouble; but there was some disorder amid the
+fishing-smacks, and amid all the boats, and it was almost impossible
+to get anything launched. But after awhile they did, and they pulled
+away for the wreck, and came almost up, when suddenly the distressed
+bark in the offing capsized, and they all went down. Oh, if the
+lifeboats had only been ten minutes quicker! And how many a life-boat
+has been launched from the Gospel shore! It has come almost up to the
+drowning, and yet, after all, they were not rescued. Somehow they did
+not get into it!
+
+I suppose there are people who have asked for our prayers, and I
+suppose there were some in the side room, last Sabbath night, talking
+about their souls, who will miss heaven. They do not take the last
+step, and all the other steps go for nothing until you have taken the
+last step, for I have here, in the presence of God and this people, to
+announce the solemn truth, that to be almost saved is to be lost
+forever. That is all I have to say to the second division.
+
+III. I come now to speak to the careless. You look indifferent, and I
+suppose you are indifferent. You say: "I came in here because a friend
+invited me to see what is going on, but with no serious intentions
+about my soul. I have so much work, and so much pleasure on hand,
+don't bother me about religion." And yet you are gentlemanly, and you
+are lady-like, in your behavior, and, therefore, I know that you will
+listen respectfully if I talk courteously. Christian people are
+sometimes afraid to talk to men and women of the world lest they be
+insulted. If they talk courteously to people of the world, they will
+listen courteously. So now I try to come in that way, and in that
+spirit, and talk to those of you who tell me that you are careless
+about your soul.
+
+Then you have a soul, have you? Yes, precious, with infinite capacity
+for joy or suffering, winged for flight somewhere. Beckoned upward,
+beckoned downward. Fought after by angels and by fiends. Immortal!
+
+ "The sun is but a spark of fire,
+ A transient meteor in the sky:
+ The soul, immortal as its Sire,
+ Can never die."
+
+Your body will soon be taken down, the castle will be destroyed, the
+tower will be in the dust, the windows will be broken out, and the
+place where your body sleeps will be forgotten; but your soul, after
+that, will be living, acting, feeling, thinking--where? where? Oh,
+there must be something of incomputable worth in that for which heaven
+gave up its best inhabitant, and Christ went into martyrdom, and at
+the coming of which angels chant an eternal litany and devils rush to
+the gate. When everything above you, and beneath you, and around you,
+is intent upon that soul, you can not afford to be careless,
+especially when I think, this moment while I speak, there are
+thousands of souls in heaven rejoicing that they attended to this
+matter in time, while at this very instant there are souls in the lost
+world mourning that they did not attend to it in time. Hark to the
+howling of the damned!
+
+Oh, if this room could be vacated of this audience, and you were all
+gone, and the wan spirits of the lost could come up and occupy this
+place, and I could stand before them with offers of pardon through
+Jesus Christ, and then ask them if they would accept it, there would
+come up an instantaneous, multitudinous, overwhelming cry: "Yes! yes!
+yes! yes!" No such fortune for them. They had their day of grace, and
+sacrificed it. You have yours; will you sacrifice it? I wish that I
+could have you see these things as you will one day see them.
+
+Suppose, on your way home, a runaway horse should dash across the
+street, or between the dock and the boat you should accidentally slip,
+where would you be at twelve o'clock to-night or seven o'clock
+to-morrow morning? Or for all eternity where would you be? I do not
+answer the question. I just leave it to you to answer.
+
+But suppose you escape fatal accident. Suppose you go out by the
+ordinary process of sickness. I will just suppose now that your last
+hour has come. The doctor says, as he goes out of the room: "Can't get
+well." There is something in the faces of those who stand around you
+that prophesies that you can not get well. You say within yourself: "I
+can't get well." Where are your comrades now? Oh, they are off to the
+gay party that very night! They dance as well as they ever did. They
+drink as much wine. They laugh as loud as though you were not dying.
+They destroyed your soul, but do not come to help you die.
+
+Well, there are father and mother in the room. They are very quiet,
+but occasionally they go out into the next room and weep bitterly. The
+bed is very much disheveled. They have not been able to make it up
+for two or three days. There are four or five pillows lying around,
+because they have been trying to make you as easy as they could. On
+the one side of your bed are all the past years of your life--the
+Bibles, the sermons, the communion-tables, the offers of mercy. You
+say: "Take them away." Your mother thinks you are delirious. She says:
+"There is nothing there, my dear, nothing there." There is something
+there! It is your wasted opportunities. It is your procrastinations.
+It is those years you gave to the world that you ought to have given
+to Christ. They are there; and some of them put their fingers on your
+aching temples, and some of them feel for the strings of your heart,
+and some put more thorns in your tumbled pillow, and you say: "Turn me
+over." And they turn you over, but, alas! there is a more appalling
+vision. You say: "Take that away!" They say: "There is nothing there,
+nothing there." There is--an open grave there! the judgment is there!
+a lost eternity is there! Take it away! They can not take it away.
+
+You say: "How dark it is getting in the room!" Why, the burners are
+all lighted. Your family come up one by one, and tenderly kiss you
+good-bye. Your feet are cold, and the hands are cold, and the lips are
+cold, and they take a small mirror and they put it over your mouth to
+see if there is any breathing, and that mirror is taken away without a
+single blur upon it; and they whisper through the room: "She is gone."
+And then the door of the body opens and the soul flashes out. Make
+room for the destroyed spirit.
+
+Push back that door! Lost! Let it come into its eternal residence.
+Woe! woe! No cup of merriment now, but cup of the wrath of Almighty
+God. The last chance for heaven gone. The door of mercy shut. The doom
+sealed. The blackness of darkness forever!
+
+Voltaire is there. Herod is there. Robespierre is there. The
+debauchees are there. The murderers are there. All the rejectors of
+Jesus Christ are there. And you will be there unless you repent. You
+can not say, my dear brother, that you were not warned. This sermon
+would be a witness against you. You can not say that God's Holy Spirit
+never strove with your heart. He is striving now. You can not say that
+you had no chance for heaven, for the Omnipotent Son of God offers you
+His rescue. You can not say: "I had no warning about that world; I
+didn't know there was any such place," for the Bible distinctly rings
+in your ears to-day, saying: "At the end of the world the angels shall
+separate the wicked from among the just, and shall cast them into a
+furnace of fire." And again that book says: "The wicked shall be
+turned into hell, and all the nations that forget God." And again it
+says: "The smoke of their torment ascendeth for ever and ever."
+
+You can not say that you did not hear about heaven, the other
+alternative, for you hear of it now: "The Lamb which is in the midst
+of the throne shall lead them to living fountains of water, and God
+shall wipe away all tears from their eyes." No sorrow, no suffering,
+no death. Oh, will you be careless any longer, when I tell you that
+Christ, the Conqueror of earth and hell, offers you now escape from
+all peril, and offers to introduce you this very hour into the peace
+and pardon of the Gospel, preparing you for that good land? The sides
+of Calvary run blood for you. Jesus, who had not where to lay His
+head, offers you His heart as a pillow of rest. Christ offers with His
+own body to bridge over the chasm of death, saying: "Walk over Me; I
+am the way."
+
+O suffering Jesus! the thief scoffed at Thee, and the malefactor spat
+on Thee, and the soldiers stabbed Thee; but these who sit before Thee
+to-day have no heart to do that. O Jesus! tell them of Thy love, tell
+them of Thy sympathy, tell them of the rewards Thou wilt give them in
+the better land. Groan again, O blessed Jesus! groan again, and
+perhaps when the rocks fall, their hard hearts may break.
+
+ "Nothing brought Him from above,
+ Nothing but redeeming love."
+
+The promise is all free, the path all clear. Come, Mary, and sit
+to-night at the feet of Jesus. Come, Bartimeus, and have your eyes
+opened. Come, O prodigal! and sit at thy father's table. Come, O you
+suffering, sinning, dying the soul! and find rest on the heart of
+Jesus. The Spirit and Bride say "Come," and Churches militant and
+triumphant say "Come," and all the voices of the past, mingling with
+all the voices of the future, in one great thunder of emphasis, bid
+you "Come now!" Are not those of you who are in the third class ready
+to pass over into the second division, and become seekers after
+Christ? Ay, are you not ready to pass over into the first division,
+and become the pardoned sons and daughters of the Lord Almighty? I
+can do no more than offer you, through Jesus Christ, peace on earth
+and everlasting residence in His presence.
+
+ "When God makes up His last account
+ Of natives in His holy mount,
+ 'Twill be an honor to appear
+ As one new-born and nourished there."
+
+Good-night! The Lord bless you! Go to your homes seeking after Christ.
+Sleep not until you have made your peace with God. Good-night--a deep,
+hearty, loving, Christian good-night!
+
+
+
+
+THE INSIGNIFICANT.
+
+ "And she went, and came, and gleaned in the field after the
+ reapers: and her hap was to light on a part of the field
+ belonging unto Boaz, who was of the kindred of
+ Elimelech."--RUTH ii: 3.
+
+
+The time that Ruth and Naomi arrive at Bethlehem is harvest-time. It
+was the custom when a sheaf fell from a load in the harvest-field for
+the reapers to refuse to gather it up: that was to be left for the
+poor who might happen to come along that way. If there were handfuls
+of grain scattered across the field after the main harvest had been
+reaped, instead of raking it, as farmers do now, it was, by the custom
+of the land, left in its place, so that the poor, coming along that
+way, might glean it and get their bread. But, you say, "What is the
+use of all these harvest-fields to Ruth and Naomi? Naomi is too old
+and feeble to go out and toil in the sun; and can you expect that
+Ruth, the young and the beautiful, should tan her cheeks and blister
+her hands in the harvest-field?"
+
+Boaz owns a large farm, and he goes out to see the reapers gather in
+the grain. Coming there, right behind the swarthy, sun-browned
+reapers, he beholds a beautiful woman gleaning--a woman more fit to
+bend to a harp or sit upon a throne than to stoop among the sheaves.
+Ah, that was an eventful day!
+
+It was love at first sight. Boaz forms an attachment for the womanly
+gleaner--an attachment full of undying interest to the Church of God
+in all ages; while Ruth, with an ephah, or nearly a bushel of barley,
+goes home to Naomi to tell her the successes and adventures of the
+day. That Ruth, who left her native land of Moab in darkness, and
+traveled through an undying affection for her mother-in-law, is in the
+harvest-field of Boaz, is affianced to one of the best families in
+Judah, and becomes in after-time the ancestress of Jesus Christ, the
+Lord of glory! Out of so dark a night did there ever dawn so bright a
+morning?
+
+I. I learn, in the first place, from this subject how trouble develops
+character. It was bereavement, poverty, and exile that developed,
+illustrated, and announced to all ages the sublimity of Ruth's
+character. That is a very unfortunate man who has no trouble. It was
+sorrow that made John Bunyan the better dreamer, and Doctor Young the
+better poet, and O'Connell the better orator, and Bishop Hall the
+better preacher, and Havelock the better soldier, and Kitto the better
+encyclopædist, and Ruth the better daughter-in-law.
+
+I once asked an aged man in regard to his pastor, who was a very
+brilliant man, "Why is it that your pastor, so very brilliant, seems
+to have so little heart and tenderness in his sermons?" "Well," he
+replied, "the reason is, our pastor has never had any trouble. When
+misfortune comes upon him, his style will be different." After awhile
+the Lord took a child out of that pastor's house; and though the
+preacher was just as brilliant as he was before, oh, the warmth, the
+tenderness of his discourses! The fact is, that trouble is a great
+educator. You see sometimes a musician sit down at an instrument, and
+his execution is cold and formal and unfeeling. The reason is that all
+his life he has been prospered. But let misfortune or bereavement come
+to that man, and he sits down at the instrument, and you discover the
+pathos in the first sweep of the keys.
+
+Misfortune and trials are great educators. A young doctor comes into a
+sick-room where there is a dying child. Perhaps he is very rough in
+his prescription, and very rough in his manner, and rough in the
+feeling of the pulse, and rough in his answer to the mother's anxious
+question; but years roll on, and there has been one dead in his own
+house; and now he comes into the sick-room, and with tearful eye he
+looks at the dying child, and he says, "Oh, how this reminds me of my
+Charlie!" Trouble, the great educator. Sorrow--I see its touch in the
+grandest painting; I hear its tremor in the sweetest song; I feel its
+power in the mightiest argument.
+
+Grecian mythology said that the fountain of Hippocrene was struck out
+by the foot of the winged horse Pegasus. I have often noticed in life
+that the brightest and most beautiful fountains of Christian comfort
+and spiritual life have been struck out by the iron-shod hoof of
+disaster and calamity. I see Daniel's courage best by the flash of
+Nebuchadnezzar's furnace. I see Paul's prowess best when I find him on
+the foundering ship under the glare of the lightning in the breakers
+of Melita. God crowns His children amid the howling of wild beasts and
+the chopping of blood-splashed guillotine and the crackling fires of
+martyrdom. It took the persecutions of Marcus Aurelius to develop
+Polycarp and Justin Martyr. It took the pope's bull and the cardinal's
+curse and the world's anathema to develop Martin Luther. It took all
+the hostilities against the Scotch Covenanters and the fury of Lord
+Claverhouse to develop James Renwick, and Andrew Melville, and Hugh
+McKail, the glorious martyrs of Scotch history. It took the stormy
+sea, and the December blast, and the desolate New England coast, and
+the war-whoop of savages, to show forth the prowess of the Pilgrim
+Fathers--
+
+ "When amid the storms they sung,
+ And the stars heard, and the sea,
+ And the sounding aisles of the dim wood
+ Rang to the anthems of the free."
+
+It took all our past national distresses, and it takes all our present
+national sorrows, to lift up our nation on that high career where it
+will march along after the foreign aristocracies that have mocked and
+the tyrannies that have jeered, shall be swept down under the
+omnipotent wrath of God, who hates despotism, and who, by the strength
+of His own red right arm, will make all men free. And so it is
+individually, and in the family, and in the Church, and in the world,
+that through darkness and storm and trouble men, women, churches,
+nations, are developed.
+
+II. Again, I see in my text the beauty of unfaltering friendship. I
+suppose there were plenty of friends for Naomi while she was in
+prosperity; but of all her acquaintances, how many were willing to
+trudge off with her toward Judah, when she had to make that lonely
+journey? One--the heroine of my text. One--absolutely one. I suppose
+when Naomi's husband was living, and they had plenty of money, and all
+things went well, they had a great many callers; but I suppose that
+after her husband died, and her property went, and she got old and
+poor, she was not troubled very much with callers. All the birds that
+sung in the bower while the sun shone have gone to their nests, now
+the night has fallen.
+
+Oh, these beautiful sun-flowers that spread out their color in the
+morning hour! but they are always asleep when the sun is going down!
+Job had plenty of friends when he was the richest man in Uz; but when
+his property went and the trials came, then there were none so much
+that pestered as Eliphaz the Temanite, and Bildad the Shuhite, and
+Zophar the Naamathite.
+
+Life often seems to be a mere game, where the successful player pulls
+down all the other men into his own lap. Let suspicions arise about a
+man's character, and he becomes like a bank in a panic, and all the
+imputations rush on him and break down in a day that character which
+in due time would have had strength to defend itself. There are
+reputations that have been half a century in building, which go down
+under some moral exposure, as a vast temple is consumed by the touch
+of a sulphurous match. A hog can uproot a century plant.
+
+In this world, so full of heartlessness and hypocrisy, how thrilling
+it is to find some friend as faithful in days of adversity as in days
+of prosperity! David had such a friend in Hushai; the Jews had such a
+friend in Mordecai, who never forgot their cause; Paul had such a
+friend in Onesiphorus, who visited him in jail; Christ had such in
+the Marys, who adhered to Him on the cross; Naomi had such a one in
+Ruth, who cried out: "Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from
+following after thee; for whither thou goest, I will go; and where
+thou lodgest, I will lodge; thy people shall be my people, and thy God
+my God; where thou diest will I die, and there will I be buried: the
+Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me."
+
+III. Again, I learn from this subject that paths which open in
+hardship and darkness often come out in places of joy. When Ruth
+started from Moab toward Jerusalem, to go along with her
+mother-in-law, I suppose the people said: "Oh, what a foolish creature
+to go away from her father's house, to go off with a poor old woman
+toward the land of Judah! They won't live to get across the desert.
+They will be drowned in the sea, or the jackals of the wilderness will
+destroy them." It was a very dark morning when Ruth started off with
+Naomi; but behold her in my text in the harvest-field of Boaz, to be
+affianced to one of the lords of the land, and become one of the
+grandmothers of Jesus Christ, the Lord of glory. And so it often is
+that a path which often starts very darkly ends very brightly.
+
+When you started out for heaven, oh, how dark was the hour of
+conviction--how Sinai thundered, and devils tormented, and the
+darkness thickened! All the sins of your life pounced upon you, and it
+was the darkest hour you ever saw when you first found out your sins.
+After awhile you went into the harvest-field of God's mercy; you
+began to glean in the fields of divine promise, and you had more
+sheaves than you could carry, as the voice of God addressed you,
+saying: "Blessed is the man whose transgressions are forgiven, and
+whose sins are covered." A very dark starting in conviction, a very
+bright ending in the pardon and the hope and the triumph of the
+Gospel!
+
+So, very often in our worldly business or in our spiritual career, we
+start off on a very dark path. We must go. The flesh may shrink back,
+but there is a voice within, or a voice from above, saying, "You must
+go;" and we have to drink the gall, and we have to carry the cross,
+and we have to traverse the desert and we are pounded and flailed of
+misrepresentation and abuse, and we have to urge our way through ten
+thousand obstacles that have been slain by our own right arm. We have
+to ford the river, we have to climb the mountain, we have to storm the
+castle; but, blessed be God, the day of rest and reward will come. On
+the tip-top of the captured battlements we will shout the victory; if
+not in this world, then in that world where there is no gall to drink,
+no burdens to carry, no battles to fight. How do I know it? Know it! I
+know it because God says so: "They shall hunger no more, neither
+thirst any more, neither shall the sun light on them, nor any heat,
+for the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall lead them to
+living fountains of water, and God shall wipe all tears from their
+eyes."
+
+It was very hard for Noah to endure the scoffing of the people in his
+day, while he was trying to build the ark, and was every morning
+quizzed about his old boat that would never be of any practical use;
+but when the deluge came, and the tops of the mountains disappeared
+like the backs of sea-monsters, and the elements, lashed up in fury,
+clapped their hands over a drowned world, then Noah in the ark
+rejoiced in his own safety and in the safety of his family, and looked
+out on the wreck of a ruined earth.
+
+Christ, hounded of persecutors, denied a pillow, worse maltreated than
+the thieves on either side of the cross, human hate smacking its lips
+in satisfaction after it had been draining His last drop of blood, the
+sheeted dead bursting from the sepulchers at His crucifixion. Tell me,
+O Gethsemane and Golgotha! were there ever darker times than those?
+Like the booming of the midnight sea against the rock, the surges of
+Christ's anguish beat against the gates of eternity, to be echoed back
+by all the thrones of heaven and all the dungeons of hell. But the day
+of reward comes for Christ; all the pomp and dominion of this world
+are to be hung on His throne, uncrowned heads are to bow before Him on
+whose head are many crowns, and all the celestial worship is to come
+up at His feet, like the humming of the forest, like the rushing of
+the waters, like the thundering of the seas, while all heaven, rising
+on their thrones, beat time with their scepters: "Hallelujah, for the
+Lord God omnipotent reigneth! Hallelujah, the kingdoms of this world
+have become the kingdoms of our Lord Jesus Christ!"
+
+ "That song of love, now low and far,
+ Ere long shall swell from star to star;
+ That light, the breaking day which tips
+ The golden-spired Apocalypse."
+
+IV. Again, I learn from my subject that events which seem to be most
+insignificant may be momentous. Can you imagine anything more
+unimportant than the coming of a poor woman from Moab to Judah? Can
+you imagine anything more trivial than the fact that this Ruth just
+happened to alight--as they say--just happened to alight on that field
+of Boaz? Yet all ages, all generations, have an interest in the fact
+that she was to become an ancestor of the Lord Jesus Christ, and all
+nations and kingdoms must look at that one little incident with a
+thrill of unspeakable and eternal satisfaction. So it is in your
+history and in mine: events that you thought of no importance at all
+have been of very great moment. That casual conversation, that
+accidental meeting--you did not think of it again for a long while;
+but how it changed all the phase of your life!
+
+It seemed to be of no importance that Jubal invented rude instruments
+of music, calling them harp and organ; but they were the introduction
+of all the world's minstrelsy; and as you hear the vibration of a
+stringed instrument, even after the fingers have been taken away from
+it, so all music now of lute and drum and cornet is only the
+long-continued strains of Jubal's harp and Jubal's organ. It seemed to
+be a matter of very little importance that Tubal Cain learned the uses
+of copper and iron; but that rude foundry of ancient days has its echo
+in the rattle of Birmingham machinery, and the roar and bang of
+factories on the Merrimac.
+
+It seemed to be a matter of no importance that Luther found a Bible in
+a monastery; but as he opened that Bible, and the brass-bound lids
+fell back, they jarred everything, from the Vatican to the furthest
+convent in Germany, and the rustling of the wormed leaves was the
+sound of the wings of the angel of the Reformation. It seemed to be a
+matter of no importance that a woman, whose name has been forgotten,
+dropped a tract in the way of a very bad man by the name of Richard
+Baxter. He picked up the tract and read it, and it was the means of
+his salvation.
+
+In after-days that man wrote a book called "The Call to the
+Unconverted," that was the means of bringing a multitude to God, among
+others Philip Doddridge. Philip Doddridge wrote a book called "The
+Rise and Progress of Religion," which has brought thousands and tens
+of thousands into the kingdom of God, and among others the great
+Wilberforce. Wilberforce wrote a book called "A Practical View of
+Christianity," which was the means of bringing a great multitude to
+Christ, among others Legh Richmond. Legh Richmond wrote a tract called
+"The Dairyman's Daughter," which has been the means of the salvation
+of unconverted multitudes. And that tide of influence started from the
+fact that one Christian woman dropped a Christian tract in the way of
+Richard Baxter--the tide of influence rolling on through Richard
+Baxter, through Philip Doddridge, through the great Wilberforce,
+through Legh Richmond, on, on, on, forever, forever. So the
+insignificant events of this world seem, after all, to be most
+momentous. The fact that you came up that street or this street seemed
+to be of no importance to you, and the fact that you went inside of
+some church may seem to be a matter of very great insignificance to
+you, but you will find it the turning-point in your history.
+
+V. Again, I see in my subject an illustration of the beauty of female
+industry.
+
+Behold Ruth toiling in the harvest-field under the hot sun, or at noon
+taking plain bread with the reapers, or eating the parched corn which
+Boaz handed to her. The customs of society, of course, have changed,
+and without the hardships and exposure to which Ruth was subjected,
+every intelligent woman will find something to do.
+
+I know there is a sickly sentimentality on this subject. In some
+families there are persons of no practical service to the household or
+community; and though there are so many woes all around about them in
+the world, they spend their time languishing over a new pattern, or
+bursting into tears at midnight over the story of some lover who shot
+himself! They would not deign to look at Ruth carrying back the barley
+on her way home to her mother-in-law, Naomi. All this fastidiousness
+may seem to do very well while they are under the shelter of their
+father's house; but when the sharp winter of misfortune comes, what of
+these butterflies? Persons under indulgent parentage may get upon
+themselves habits of indolence; but when they come out into practical
+life their soul will recoil with disgust and chagrin. They will feel
+in their hearts what the poet so severely satirized when he said:
+
+ "Folks are so awkward, things so impolite,
+ They're elegantly pained from morning until night."
+
+Through that gate of indolence how many men and women have marched,
+useless on earth, to a destroyed eternity! Spinola said to Sir Horace
+Vere: "Of what did your brother die?" "Of having nothing to do," was
+the answer. "Ah!" said Spinola, "that's enough to kill any general of
+us." Oh! can it be possible in this world, where there is so much
+suffering to be alleviated, so much darkness to be enlightened, and so
+many burdens to be carried, that there is any person who cannot find
+anything to do?
+
+Madame de Staël did a world of work in her time; and one day, while
+she was seated amid instruments of music, all of which she had
+mastered, and amid manuscript books which she had written, some one
+said to her: "How do you find time to attend to all these things?"
+"Oh," she replied, "these are not the things I am proud of. My chief
+boast is in the fact that I have seventeen trades, by any one of which
+I could make a livelihood if necessary." And if in secular spheres
+there is so much to be done, in spiritual work how vast the field! How
+many dying all around about us without one word of comfort! We want
+more Abigails, more Hannahs, more Rebeccas, more Marys, more Deborahs
+consecrated--body, mind, soul--to the Lord who bought them.
+
+VI. Once more I learn from my subject the value of gleaning.
+
+Ruth going into that harvest-field might have said: "There is a straw,
+and there is a straw, but what is a straw? I can't get any barley for
+myself or my mother-in-law out of these separate straws." Not so said
+beautiful Ruth. She gathered two straws, and she put them together,
+and more straws, until she got enough to make a sheaf. Putting that
+down, she went and gathered more straws, until she had another sheaf,
+and another, and another, and another, and then she brought them all
+together, and she threshed them out, and she had an ephah of barley,
+nigh a bushel. Oh, that we might all be gleaners!
+
+Elihu Burritt learned many things while toiling in a blacksmith's
+shop. Abercrombie, the world-renowned philosopher, was a philosopher
+in Scotland, and he got his philosophy, or the chief part of it,
+while, as a physician, he was waiting for the door of the sick-room to
+open. Yet how many there are in this day who say they are so busy they
+have no time for mental or spiritual improvement; the great duties of
+life cross the field like strong reapers, and carry off all the hours,
+and there is only here and there a fragment left, that is not worth
+gleaning. Ah, my friends, you could go into the busiest day and
+busiest week of your life and find golden opportunities, which,
+gathered, might at last make a whole sheaf for the Lord's garner. It
+is the stray opportunities and the stray privileges which, taken up
+and bound together and beaten out, will at last fill you with much
+joy.
+
+There are a few moments left worth the gleaning. Now, Ruth, to the
+field! May each one have a measure full and running over! Oh, you
+gleaners, to the field! And if there be in your household an aged one
+or a sick relative that is not strong enough to come forth and toil in
+this field, then let Ruth take home to feeble Naomi this sheaf of
+gleaning: "He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed,
+shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with
+him." May the Lord God of Ruth and Naomi be our portion forever!
+
+
+
+
+THE THREE RINGS.
+
+ "Put a ring on his hand."--LUKE xv: 22.
+
+
+I will not rehearse the familiar story of the fast young man of the
+parable. You know what a splendid home he left. You know what a hard
+time he had. And you remember how after that season of vagabondage and
+prodigality he resolved to go and weep out his sorrows on the bosom of
+parental forgiveness. Well, there is great excitement one day in front
+of the door of the old farmhouse. The servants come rushing up and
+say: "What's the matter? What _is_ the matter?" But before they quite
+arrive, the old man cries out: "Put a ring on his hand." What a
+seeming absurdity! What can such a wretched mendicant as this fellow
+that is tramping on toward the house want with a ring? Oh, he is the
+prodigal son. No more tending of the swine-trough. No more longing for
+the pods of the carob-tree. No more blistered feet. Off with the rags!
+On with the robe! Out with the ring! Even so does God receive every
+one of us when we come back. There are gold rings, and pearl rings,
+and carnelian rings, and diamond rings; but the richest ring that ever
+flashed on the vision is that which our Father puts upon a forgiven
+soul.
+
+I know that the impression is abroad among some people that religion
+bemeans and belittles a man; that it takes all the sparkle out of his
+soul; that he has to exchange a roistering independence for an
+ecclesiastical strait-jacket. Not so. When a man becomes a Christian,
+he does not go down, he starts upward. Religion multiplies one by ten
+thousand. Nay, the multiplier is in infinity. It is not a blotting
+out--it is a polishing, it is an arborescence, it is an efflorescence,
+it is an irradiation. When a man comes into the kingdom of God he is
+not sent into a menial service, but the Lord God Almighty from the
+palaces of heaven calls upon the messenger angels that wait upon the
+throne to fly and "put a ring on his hand." In Christ are the largest
+liberty, and brightest joy, and highest honor, and richest adornment.
+"Put a ring on his hand."
+
+I remark, in the first place, that when Christ receives a soul into
+His love, He puts upon him the ring of adoption. Eight or ten years
+ago, in my church in Philadelphia, there came the representative of
+the Howard Mission of New York. He brought with him eight or ten
+children of the street that he had picked up, and he was trying to
+find for them Christian homes; and as the little ones stood on the
+pulpit and sung, our hearts melted within us. At the close of the
+services a great-hearted wealthy man came up and said: "I'll take this
+little bright-eyed girl, and I'll adopt her as one of my own
+children;" and he took her by the hand, lifted her into his carriage,
+and went away.
+
+The next day, while we were in the church gathering up garments for
+the poor of New York, this little child came back with a bundle under
+her arm, and she said: "There's my old dress; perhaps some of the
+poor children would like to have it," while she herself was in bright
+and beautiful array, and those who more immediately examined her said
+that she had a ring on her hand. It was a ring of adoption.
+
+There are a great many persons who pride themselves on their ancestry,
+and they glory over the royal blood that pours through their arteries.
+In their line there was a lord, or a duke, or a prime minister, or a
+king. But when the Lord, our Father, puts upon us the ring of His
+adoption, we become the children of the Ruler of all nations. "Behold
+what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we should
+be called the sons of God." It matters not how poor our garments may
+be in this world, or how scant our bread, or how mean the hut we live
+in, if we have that ring of Christ's adoption upon our hand we are
+assured of eternal defenses.
+
+Adopted! Why, then, we are brothers and sisters to all the good of
+earth and heaven. We have the family name, the family dress, the
+family keys, the family wardrobe. The Father looks after us, robes us,
+defends us, blesses us. We have royal blood in our veins, and there
+are crowns in our line. If we are His children, then princes and
+princesses. It is only a question of time when we get our coronet.
+Adopted! Then we have the family secrets. "The secret of the Lord is
+with them that fear Him." Adopted! Then we have the family
+inheritance, and in the day when our Father shall divide the riches of
+heaven we shall take our share of the mansions and palaces and
+temples. Henceforth let us boast no more of an earthly ancestry. The
+insignia of eternal glory is our coat of arms. This ring of adoption
+puts upon us all honor and all privilege. Now we can take the words of
+Charles Wesley, that prince of hymn-makers, and sing:
+
+ "Come, let us join our friends above,
+ Who have obtained the prize,
+ And on the eagle wings of love
+ To joy celestial rise.
+
+ "Let all the saints terrestrial sing
+ With those to glory gone;
+ For all the servants of our King,
+ In heaven and earth, are one."
+
+I have been told that when any of the members of any of the great
+secret societies of this country are in a distant city and are in any
+kind of trouble, and are set upon by enemies, they have only to give a
+certain signal and the members of that organization will flock around
+for defense. And when any man belongs to this great Christian
+brotherhood, if he gets in trouble, in trial, in persecution, in
+temptation, he has only to show this ring of Christ's adoption, and
+all the armed cohorts of heaven will come to his rescue.
+
+Still further, when Christ takes a soul into His love He puts upon it
+a marriage-ring. Now, that is not a whim of mine: "And I will betroth
+thee unto Me forever; yea, I will betroth thee unto Me in
+righteousness, and in judgment, and in loving-kindness, and in
+mercies." (Hosea ii: 19.) At the wedding altar the bridegroom puts a
+ring upon the hand of the bride, signifying love and faithfulness.
+Trouble may come upon the household, and the carpets may go, the
+pictures may go, the piano may go, everything else may go--the last
+thing that goes is that marriage-ring, for it is considered sacred. In
+the burial hour it is withdrawn from the hand and kept in a casket,
+and sometimes the box is opened on an anniversary day, and as you look
+at that ring you see under its arch a long procession of precious
+memories. Within the golden circle of that ring there is room for a
+thousand sweet recollections to revolve, and you think of the great
+contrast between the hour when, at the close of the "Wedding March,"
+under the flashing lights and amid the aroma of orange-blossoms, you
+set that ring on the round finger of the plump hand, and that other
+hour when, at the close of the exhaustive watching, when you knew that
+the soul had fled, you took from the hand, which gave back no
+responsive clasp, from that emaciated finger, the ring that she had
+worn so long and worn so well.
+
+On some anniversary day you take up that ring, and you repolish it
+until all the old luster comes back, and you can see in it the flash
+of eyes that long ago ceased to weep. Oh, it is not an unmeaning thing
+when I tell you that when Christ receives a soul into His keeping He
+puts on it a marriage-ring. He endows you from that moment with all
+His wealth. You are one--Christ and the soul--one in sympathy, one in
+affection, one in hope.
+
+There is no power in earth or hell to effect a divorcement after
+Christ and the soul are united. Other kings have turned out their
+companions when they got weary of them, and sent them adrift from the
+palace gate. Ahasuerus banished Vashti; Napoleon forsook Josephine;
+but Christ is the husband that is true forever. Having loved you once,
+He loves you to the end. Did they not try to divorce Margaret, the
+Scotch girl, from Jesus? They said: "You must give up your religion."
+She said: "I can't give up my religion." And so they took her down to
+the beach of the sea, and they drove in a stake at low-water mark, and
+they fastened her to it, expecting that as the tide came up her faith
+would fail. The tide began to rise, and came up higher and higher, and
+to the girdle, and to the lip, and in the last moment, just as the
+wave was washing her soul into glory, she shouted the praises of
+Jesus.
+
+Oh, no, you can not separate a soul from Christ! It is an everlasting
+marriage. Battle and storm and darkness can not do it. Is it too much
+exultation for a man, who is but dust and ashes like myself, to cry
+out this morning: "I am persuaded that neither height, nor depth, nor
+principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come,
+nor any other creature shall separate me from the love of God which is
+in Christ Jesus my Lord"? Glory be to God that when Christ and the
+soul are married they are bound by a chain, a golden chain--if I might
+say so--a chain with one link, and that one link the golden ring of
+God's everlasting love.
+
+I go a step further, and tell you that when Christ receives a soul
+into His love He puts on him the ring of festivity. You know that it
+has been the custom in all ages to bestow rings on very happy
+occasions. There is nothing more appropriate for a birthday gift than
+a ring. You delight to bestow such a gift upon your children at such
+a time. It means joy, hilarity, festivity. Well, when this old man of
+the text wanted to tell how glad he was that his boy had got back, he
+expressed it in this way. Actually, before he ordered sandals to be
+put on his bare feet; before he ordered the fatted calf to be killed
+to appease the boy's hunger, he commanded: "Put a ring on his hand."
+
+Oh, it is a merry time when Christ and the soul are united! Joy of
+forgiveness! What a splendid thing it is to feel that all is right
+between me and God. What a glorious thing it is to have God just take
+up all the sins of my life and put them in one bundle, and then fling
+them into the depths of the sea, never to rise again, never to be
+talked of again. Pollution all gone. Darkness all illumined. God
+reconciled. The prodigal home. "Put a ring on his hand."
+
+Every day I find happy Christian people. I find some of them with no
+second coat, some of them in huts and tenement houses, not one earthly
+comfort afforded them; and yet they are as happy as happy can be. They
+sing "Rock of Ages" as no other people in the world sing it. They
+never wore any jewelry in their life but one gold ring, and that was
+the ring of God's undying affection. Oh, how happy religion makes us!
+Did it make you gloomy and sad? Did you go with your head cast down? I
+do not think you got religion, my brother. That is not the effect of
+religion. True religion is a joy. "Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
+and all her paths are peace."
+
+Why, religion lightens all our burdens. It smooths all our way. It
+interprets all our sorrows. It changes the jar of earthly discord for
+the peal of festal bells. In front of the flaming furnace of trial it
+sets the forge on which scepters are hammered out. Would you not like
+to-day to come up from the swine-feeding and try this religion? All
+the joys of heaven would come out and meet you, and God would cry from
+the throne: "Put a ring on his hand."
+
+You are not happy. I see it. There is no peace, and sometimes you
+laugh when you feel a great deal more like crying. The world is a
+cheat. It first wears you down with its follies, then it kicks you out
+into darkness. It comes back from the massacre of a million souls to
+attempt the destruction of your soul to-day. No peace out of God, but
+here is the fountain that can slake the thirst. Here is the harbor
+where you can drop safe anchorage.
+
+Would you not like, I ask you--not perfunctorily, but as one brother
+might talk to another--would you not like to have a pillow of rest to
+put your head on? And would you not like, when you retire at night, to
+feel that all is well, whether you wake up to-morrow morning at six
+o'clock, or sleep the sleep that knows no waking? Would you not like
+to exchange this awful uncertainty about the future for a glorious
+assurance of heaven? Accept of the Lord Jesus to-day, and all is well.
+If on your way home some peril should cross the street and dash your
+life out, it would not hurt you. You would rise up immediately. You
+would stand in the celestial streets. You would be amid the great
+throng that forever worship and are forever happy. If this day some
+sudden disease should come upon you, it would not frighten you. If you
+knew you were going you could give a calm farewell to your beautiful
+home on earth, and know that you are going right into the
+companionship of those who have already got beyond the toiling and the
+weeping.
+
+You feel on Saturday night different from the way you feel any other
+night of the week. You come home from the bank, or the store, or the
+shop, and you say: "Well, now my week's work is done, and to-morrow is
+Sunday." It is a pleasant thought. There is refreshment and
+reconstruction in the very idea. Oh, how pleasant it will be, if, when
+we get through the day of our life, and we go and lie down in our bed
+of dust, we can realize: "Well, now the work is all done, and
+to-morrow is Sunday--an everlasting Sunday."
+
+ "Oh, when, thou city of my God,
+ Shall I thy courts ascend?
+ Where congregations ne'er break up,
+ And Sabbaths have no end."
+
+There are people in this house to-day who are very near the eternal
+world. If you are Christians, I bid you be of good cheer. Bear with
+you our congratulations to the bright city. Aged men, who will soon be
+gone, take with you our love for our kindred in the better land, and
+when you see them, tell them that we are soon coming. Only a few more
+sermons to preach and hear. Only a few more heart-aches. Only a few
+more toils. Only a few more tears. And then--what an entrancing
+spectacle will open before us!
+
+ "Beautiful heaven, where all is light,
+ Beautiful angels clothed in white,
+ Beautiful strains that never tire,
+ Beautiful harps through all the choir;
+ There shall I join the chorus sweet,
+ Worshiping at the Saviour's feet."
+
+I stand before you on this Sabbath, the last Sabbath preceding the
+great feast-day in this Church. On the next Lord's-day the door of
+communion will be open, and you will all be invited to come in. And so
+I approach you now with a general invitation, not picking out here and
+there a man, or here and there a woman, or here and there a child; but
+giving you an unlimited invitation, saying: "Come, for all things are
+now ready." We invite you to the warm heart of Christ, and the
+inclosure of the Christian Church. I know a great many think that the
+Church does not amount to much--that it is obsolete; that it did its
+work and is gone now, so far as all usefulness is concerned. It is the
+happiest place I have ever been in except my own home.
+
+I know there are some people who say they are Christians who seem to
+get along without any help from others, and who culture solitary
+piety. They do not want any ordinances. I do not belong to that class.
+I can not get along without them. There are so many things in this
+world that take my attention from God, and Christ, and heaven, that I
+want all the helps of all the symbols and of all the Christian
+associations; and I want around about me a solid phalanx of men who
+love God and keep His commandments. Are there any here who would like
+to enter into that association? Then by a simple, child-like faith,
+apply for admission into the visible Church, and you will be received.
+No questions asked about your past history or present surroundings.
+Only one test--do you love Jesus?
+
+Baptism does not amount to anything, say a great many people; but the
+Lord Jesus declared, "He that believeth and is baptized shall be
+saved," putting baptism and faith side by side. And an apostle
+declares, "Repent and be baptized, every one of you." I do not stickle
+for any particular mode of baptism, but I put great emphasis on the
+fact that you ought to be baptized. Yet no more emphasis than the Lord
+Jesus Christ, the Great Head of the Church, puts upon it.
+
+The world is going to lose a great many of its votaries next Sabbath.
+We give you warning. There is a great host coming in to stand under
+the banner of the Lord Jesus Christ. Will you be among them? It is
+going to be a great harvest-day. Will you be among the gathered
+sheaves?
+
+Some of you have been thinking on this subject year after year. You
+have found out that this world is a poor portion. You want to be
+Christians. You have come almost into the kingdom of God; but there
+you stop, forgetful of the fact that to be almost saved is not to be
+saved at all. Oh, my brother, after having come so near to the door of
+mercy, if you turn back, you will never come at all. After all you
+have heard of the goodness of God, if you turn away and die, it will
+not be because you did not have a good offer.
+
+ "God's spirit will not always strive
+ With hardened, self-destroying man;
+ Ye who persist His love to grieve
+ May never hear his voice again."
+
+May God Almighty this hour move upon your soul and bring you back from
+the husks of the wilderness to the Father's house, and set you at the
+banquet, and "put a ring on your hand."
+
+
+
+
+HOW HE CAME TO SAY IT.
+
+ "If any man love not the Lord Jesus Christ, let him be
+ Anathema Maranatha."--I COR. xvi: 22.
+
+
+The smallest lad in the house knows the meaning of all those words
+except the last two, Anathema Maranatha. Anathema, to cut off.
+Maranatha, at His coming. So the whole passage might be read: "If any
+man love not the Lord Jesus Christ, let him be cut off at His coming."
+Well, how could the tender-hearted Paul say that? We have seen him
+with tears discoursing about human want, and flushed with excitement
+about human sorrow; and now he throws those red-hot iron words into
+this letter to the Corinthians. Had he lost his patience? Ok, no. Had
+he resigned his confidence in the Christian religion? Oh, no. Had the
+world treated him so badly that he had become its sworn enemy? Oh, no.
+It needs some explanation, I confess, and I shall proceed to show by
+what process Paul came to the vehement utterance of my text. Before I
+close, if God shall give His Spirit, you shall cease to be surprised
+at the exclamation of the Apostle, and you yourselves will employ the
+same emphasis, declaring, "If any man love not the Lord Jesus Christ,
+let him be Anathema Maranatha."
+
+If the photographic art had been discovered early enough, we should
+have had the facial proportions of Christ--the front face, the side
+face, Jesus sitting, Jesus standing--provided He had submitted to that
+art; but since the sun did not become a portrait painter until
+eighteen centuries after Christ, our idea about the Saviour's personal
+appearance is all guess work. Still, tradition tells us that He was
+the most infinitely beautiful being that ever walked our small earth.
+If His features had been rugged, and His gait had been ungainly, that
+would not have hindered Him from being attractive. Many men you have
+known and loved have had few charms of physiognomy. Wilberforce was
+not attractive in face. Socrates was repulsive. Suwarrow, the great
+Russian hero, looked almost an imbecile. And some whom you have known,
+and honored, and loved, have not had very great attractiveness of
+personal appearance. The shape of the mouth, and the nose, and the
+eyebrow, did not hinder the soul from shining through the cuticle of
+the face in all-powerful irradiation.
+
+But to a lovely exterior Christ joined all loveliness of disposition.
+Run through the galleries of heaven, and find out that He is _a
+non-such_. The sunshine of His love mingling with the shadows of His
+sorrows, crossed by the crystalline stream of His tears and the
+crimson flowing forth of His blood, make a picture worthy of being
+called the masterpiece of the eternities. Hung on the wall of heaven,
+the celestial population would be enchanted but for the fact that they
+have the grand and magnificent original, and they want no picture. But
+Christ having gone away from earth, we are dependent upon four
+indistinct pictures. Matthew took one, Mark another, Luke another,
+and John another. I care not which picture you take, it is lovely.
+Lovely? He was altogether lovely.
+
+He had a way of taking up a dropsical limb without hurting it, and of
+removing the cataract from the eye without the knife, and of starting
+the circulation through the shrunken arteries without the shock of the
+electric battery, and of putting intelligence into the dull stare of
+lunacy, and of restringing the auditory nerve of the deaf ear, and of
+striking articulation into the stiff tongue, and of making the
+stark-naked madman dress himself and exchange tombstone for ottoman,
+and of unlocking from the skeleton grip of death the daughter of
+Jairus to embosom her in her glad father's arms. Oh, He was
+lovely--sitting, standing, kneeling, lying down--always lovely.
+
+Lovely in His sacrifice. Why, He gave up everything for us. Home,
+celestial companionship, music of seraphic harps, balmy breath of
+eternal summer, all joy, all light, all music, and heard the gates
+slam shut behind Him as He came out to fight for our freedom, and with
+bare feet plunged on the sharp javelins of human and satanic hate,
+until His blood spurted into the faces of those who slew Him. You want
+the soft, low, minor key of sweetest music to describe the pathos; but
+it needs an orchestra, under swinging of an archangel's baton,
+reaching from throne to manger, to drum and trumpet the doxologies of
+His praise. He took everybody's trouble--the leper's sickness, the
+widow's dead boy, the harlot's shame, the Galilean fisherman's poor
+luck, the invalidism of Simon's mother-in-law, the sting of Malchus'
+amputated ear.
+
+Some people cry very easily, and for some it is very difficult to cry.
+A great many tears on some cheeks do not mean so much as one tear on
+another cheek. What is it that I see glittering in the mild eye of
+Jesus? It was all the sorrows of earth, and the woes of hell, from
+which He had plucked our souls, accreted into one transparent drop,
+lingering on the lower eyelash until it fell on a cheek red with the
+slap of human hands--just one salt, bitter, burning tear of Jesus. No
+wonder the rock, the sky, and the cemetery were in consternation when
+He died! No wonder the universe was convulsed! It was the Lord God
+Almighty bursting into tears. Now, suppose that, notwithstanding all
+this, a man can not have any affection for Him. What ought to be done
+with such hard behavior?
+
+It seems to me that there ought to be some chastisement for a man who
+will not love such a Christ. Does it not make your blood tingle to
+think of Jesus coming over the tens of thousands of miles that seem to
+separate God from us, and then to see a man jostle Him out, and push
+Him back, and shut the door in His face, and trample upon His
+entreaties? While you may not be able to rise up to the towering
+excitement of the Apostle in my text, you can at any rate somewhat
+understand his feelings when he cried out: "After all this, 'if a man
+love not the Lord Jesus Christ, let him be Anathema Maranatha.'"
+
+Just look at the injustice of not loving Him. Now, there is nothing
+that excites a man like injustice. You go along the street, and you
+see your little child buffeted, or a ruffian comes and takes a boy's
+hat and throws it into the ditch. You say: "What great meanness, what
+injustice that is!" You can not stand injustice. I remember, in my
+boyhood days, attending a large meeting in Tripler Hall, New York.
+Thousands of people were huzzaing, and the same kind of audiences were
+assembled at the same time in Boston, Edinburgh, and London. Why?
+Because the Madaii family, in Italy, had been robbed of their Bible.
+"A little thing," you say. Ah, that injustice was enough to arouse the
+indignation of a world. But while we are so sensitive about injustice
+as between man and man, how little sensitive we are about injustice
+between man and God. If there ever was a fair and square purchase of
+anything, then Christ purchased us. He paid for us, not in shekels,
+not in ancient coins inscribed with effigies of Hercules, or Ægina's
+tortoise, or lyre of Mitylene, but in two kinds of coin--one red, the
+other glittering--blood and tears! If anything is purchased and paid
+for, ought not the goods to be delivered? If you have bought property
+and given the money, do you not want to come into possession of it?
+"Yes," you say, "I will have it. I bought and paid for it." And you
+will go to law for it, and you will denounce the man as a defrauder.
+Ay, if need be, you will hurl him into jail. You will say: "I am bound
+to get that property. I bought it. I paid for it!"
+
+Now, transpose the case. Suppose Jesus Christ to be the wronged
+purchaser on the one side, and the impenitent soul on the other,
+trying to defraud Him of that which He bought at such an exorbitant
+price, how do you feel about that injustice? How do you feel toward
+that spiritual fraud, turpitude and perfidy? A man with an ardent
+temperament rises and he says that such injustice as between man and
+man is bad enough, but between man and God it is reprehensible and
+intolerable, and he brings his fist down on the pew, and he says: "I
+can stand this injustice no longer. After all this purchase, 'if any
+man love not the Lord Jesus Christ, let him be Anathema Maranatha'!"
+
+I go still further, and show you how suicidal it is for a man not to
+love Christ. If a man gets in trouble, and he can not get out, we have
+only one feeling toward him--sympathy and a desire to help him. If he
+has failed for a vast amount of money, and can not pay more than ten
+cents on a dollar--ay, if he can not pay anything--though his
+creditors may come after him like a pack of hounds, we sympathize with
+him. We go to his store, or house, and we express our condolence. But
+suppose the day before that man failed, William E. Dodge had come into
+his store and said: "My friend, I hear you are in trouble. I have come
+to help you. If ten thousand dollars will see you through your
+perplexity, I have a loan of that amount for you. Here is a check for
+the amount of that loan." Suppose the man said: "With that ten
+thousand dollars I could get through until next spring, and then
+everything will be all right; but, Mr. Dodge, I don't want it; I won't
+take it; I would rather fail than take it; I don't even thank you for
+offering it." Your sympathy for that man would cease immediately. You
+would say: "He had a fair offer; he might have got out; he wants to
+fail; he refuses all help; now let him fail." There is no one in all
+this house who would have any sympathy for that man.
+
+But do not let us be too hasty. Christ hears of our spiritual
+embarrassments, he finds that we are on the very verge of eternal
+defalcation. He finds the law knocking at our door with this dun: "Pay
+me what thou owest."
+
+We do not know which way to turn. Pay? We can not pay a farthing of
+all the millions of obligation. Well, Christ comes in and says: "Here
+is My name; you can use My name. Your name would be worthless, but My
+red handwriting on the back of this obligation will get you through
+anywhere." Now suppose the soul says: "I know I am in debt; I can't
+meet these obligations either in time or eternity; but, oh, Christ, I
+want not Thy help; I ask not Thy rescue. Go away from me." You would
+say: "That man, why, he deserves to die. He had the offer of help; he
+would not take it. He is a free agent; he ought to have what he wants;
+he chooses death rather than life. Ought you not give him freedom of
+choice?" Though awhile ago there was only one ardent man who
+understood the Apostle, now there are hundreds in the house who can
+say, and do say within themselves: "After all this ingratitude, and
+rejection, and obstinacy, 'if any man love not the Lord Jesus Christ,
+let him be Anathema Maranatha.'"
+
+I go a step further, and say it is most cruel for a man not to love
+Jesus. The meanest thing I could do for you would be needlessly to
+hurt your feelings. Sharp words sometimes cut like a dagger. An unkind
+look will sometimes rive like the lightning. An unkind deed may
+overmaster a sensitive spirit, and if you have made up your mind that
+you have done wrong to any one, it does not take you two minutes to
+make up your mind to go and apologize. Now, Christ is a bundle of
+delicacy and sensitiveness. How you have shocked His nerves! How you
+have broken His heart!
+
+Did you, my brother, ever measure the meaning of that one passage:
+"Behold, I stand at the door and knock"? It never came to me as it did
+this morning while I was thinking on this subject. "Behold, I stand at
+the door and knock." Some January day, the thermometer five degrees
+below zero, the wind and sleet beating mercilessly against you, you go
+up the steps of a house where you have a very important errand. You
+knock with one knuckle. No answer. You are very earnest, and you are
+freezing. The next time you knock harder. After awhile with your fist
+you beat against the door. You must get in, but the inmate is careless
+or stubborn, and he does not want you in. Your errand is a failure.
+You go away.
+
+The Lord Jesus Christ comes up on the steps of your heart, and with
+very sore hand he knocks hard at the door of your soul. He is standing
+in the cold blasts of human suffering. He knocks. He says: "Let me in.
+I have come a great way. I have come all the way from Nazareth, from
+Bethlehem, from Golgotha. Let Me in. I am shivering and blue with the
+cold. Let Me in. My feet are bare but for their covering of blood. My
+head is uncovered but for a turban of brambles. By all these wounds of
+foot, and head, and heart, I beg you to let Me in. Oh, I have been
+here a great while, and the night is getting darker. I am faint with
+hunger. I am dying to get in. Oh, lift the latch--shove back the
+bolt! Won't you let Me in? Won't you? 'Behold, I stand at the door and
+knock!'"
+
+But after awhile, my brother, the scene will change. It will be
+another door, but Christ will be on the other side of it. He will be
+on the inside, and the rejected sinner will be on the outside, and the
+sinner will come up and knock at the door, and say: "Let me in, let me
+in. I have come a great way. I came all the way from earth. I am sick
+and dying. Let me in. The merciless storm beats my unsheltered head.
+The wolves of a great night are on my track. Let me in. With both
+fists I beat against this door. Oh, let me in. Oh, Christ, let me in.
+Oh, Holy Ghost, let me in. Oh, God, let me in. Oh, my glorified
+kindred, let me in." No answer save the voice of Christ, who shall
+say: "Sinner, when I stood at your door you would not let Me in, and
+now you are standing at My door, and I can not let you in. The day of
+your grace is past. Officer of the law, seize him." And while the
+arrest is going on, all the myriads of heaven rise on gallery and
+throne, and cry with loud voice, that makes the eternal city quake
+from capstone to foundation, saying: "If any man love not the Lord
+Jesus Christ, let him be Anathema Maranatha."
+
+Sabbath audience in the Brooklyn Tabernacle, and all to whom these
+words shall come on both sides the sea, notice here the tremendous
+alternative: it is not whether you live in Pierrepont Street or
+Carlton Avenue, walk Trafalgar Square or the "Canongate;" nor whether
+your dress shall be black or brown; nor whether you shall be robust
+or an invalid; nor whether you shall live on the banks of the Hudson,
+the Shannon, the Seine, the Thames, the Tiber; but it is a question
+whether you will love Christ or suffer banishment; whether you will
+give yourselves to Him who owns you or fall under the millstone;
+whether you will rise to glories that have no terminus or plunge to a
+depth which has no bottom. I do not see how you can take the
+ten-thousandth part of a second to decide it, when there are two
+worlds fastened at opposite ends of a swivel, and the swivel turns on
+one point, and that point is now, now. Is it not fair that you love
+Him? Is it not right that you love Him? Is it not imperative that you
+love Him? What is it that keeps you from rushing up and throwing the
+arms of your affection about His neck?
+
+My text pronounces Anathema Maranatha upon all those who refuse to
+love Christ. Anathema--cut off. Cut off from light, from hope, from
+peace, from heaven. Oh, sharp, keen, sword-like words! Cut off!
+Everlastingly cut off! Behold, therefore, the goodness and severity of
+God: on them which fell, severity; but toward thee, goodness, if thou
+continue in His goodness; otherwise thou also shalt be cut off.
+Maranatha--that is the other word. "When he comes" is the meaning of
+it.
+
+Will He come? I see no signs of it. I looked into the sky as I rode
+down to church. I saw no signs of the coming. No signal of God's
+appearance. The earth stands solid on its foundation. No cry of
+welcome or of woe. Will He come! He will. Maranatha! Hear it ye
+mountains, and prepare to fall. Ye cities, and prepare to burn. Ye
+righteous, and prepare to reign. Ye wicked, and prepare to die.
+Maranatha! Maranatha!
+
+But, oh, my brother, I am not so aroused by that coming as I am by a
+previous coming, and that is the coming of our death hour, which will
+fix everything for us. I can not help now, while preaching, asking
+myself the question--Am I ready for that? If I am ready for the first
+I will be ready for the next. Are you ready for the emergency? Shall I
+tell you when your death hour will come? "Oh, no," says some one, "I
+don't want to know. I would rather not know." Some one says: "I would
+rather know, if you can tell me." I will tell you. It will be at the
+most unexpected moment, when you are most busy, and when you think you
+can be least spared. I can not exactly say whether it will be in the
+noon, or at the sundown when people are coming home, or in the morning
+when the world is waking up, or while the clock is striking twelve at
+night. But I tell you what I think, that with some of you it will be
+before next Saturday night.
+
+A minister of the Gospel said to an audience: "Before next Sabbath
+some of you will be gone." And a man said during the week: "I shall
+watch now, and if no one dies in our congregation during this week I
+shall go and tell the minister his falsehood." A man standing next to
+him said: "Why, it may be yourself." "Oh, no," he replied; "I shall
+live on to be an old man." That night he breathed his last.
+
+Standing before some who shall be launched into the great eternity,
+what are your equipments? About to jump, where will you land? Oh, the
+subject is overwhelming to me; and when I say these things to you, I
+say them to myself. "Lord, is it I? Is it I?" Some of us part to-night
+never to meet again. If never before, I now here commit my soul into
+the keeping of the Lord Jesus Christ. I throw my sinful heart upon His
+infinite mercy. But some of you will not do that. You will go over to
+the store to-morrow, and your comrades will say: "Where were you
+yesterday?" You will say: "I heard Talmage preach, and I don't believe
+what he preaches." And you will go on and die in your sins.
+
+Feeling that you are bound unto death eternal I solemnly take leave of
+you. Be careful of your health, for when your respiration gives out
+all your good times will have ended. Be careful in walking near a
+scaffold, for one falling brick or stone might usher you into the
+great eternity for which you have no preparation. A few months, or
+weeks, or days, or hours will pass on, and then you will see the last
+light, and hear the last music, and have the last pleasant emotion,
+and a destroyed eternity will rush upon you. Farewell, oh, doomed
+spirit! As you shove off from hope, I wave you this last salutation.
+Oh, it is hard to part forever and forever! I bid you one long, last,
+bitter, eternal adieu!
+
+
+
+
+CASTLE JESUS.
+
+ "Who have fled for refuge."--HEB. vi: 18.
+
+
+Paul is here speaking of the consolations of Christians. He styles
+them these "who have fled for refuge."
+
+Moses established six cities of refuge--three on the east side of the
+river Jordan, and three on the west. When a man had killed any one
+accidentally he fled to one of these cities. The roads leading to them
+were kept perfectly good, so that when a man started for the refuge
+nothing might impede him. Along the cross-roads, and wherever there
+might be any mistake about the way, there were signs put up pointing
+in the right way, with the word "Refuge." Having gained the limits of
+one of these cities the man was safe, and the mothers of the priests
+provided for him.
+
+Some of us have seen our peril, and have fled to Christ, and feel that
+we shall never be captured. We are among those "who have fled for
+refuge." Christ is represented in the Bible as a Tower, a High Rock, a
+Fortress, and a Shelter. If you have seen any of the ancient castles
+of Europe, you know that they are surrounded by trenches, across which
+there is a draw-bridge. If an enemy approach, the people, for defense,
+would get into the castle, have the trenches filled with water, and
+lift up the draw-bridge. Whether to a city of safety, or a tower,
+Paul refers, I know not, and care not, for in any case he means
+Christ, the safety of the soul.
+
+But why talk of refuge? Who needs it, if the refuge spoken of be a
+city or a castle, into which men fly for safety? It is all sunlight
+here. No sound of war in our streets. We do not hear the rush of armed
+men against the doors of our dwellings. We do not come with weapons to
+church. Our lives are not at the mercy of an assassin. Why, then, talk
+of refuge?
+
+Alas! I stand before a company of imperiled men. No flock of sheep was
+ever so threatened or endangered of a pack of wolves; no ship was ever
+so beaten of a storm; no company of men were ever so environed of a
+band of savages. A refuge you must have, or fall before an
+all-devouring destruction. There are not so many serpents in Africa;
+there are not so many hyenas in Asia; there are not so many panthers
+in the forest, as there are transgressions attacking my soul. I will
+take the best unregenerated man anywhere, and say to him, You are
+utterly corrupt. If all the sins of your past life were marshaled in
+single file, they would reach from here to hell. If you have escaped
+all other sins, the fact that you have rejected the mission of the Son
+of God is enough to condemn you forever, pushing you off into
+bottomless darkness, struck by ten thousand hissing thunder-bolts of
+Omnipotent wrath.
+
+You are a sinner. The Bible says it, and your conscience affirms it.
+Not a small sinner, or a moderate sinner, or a tolerable sinner, but a
+great sinner, a protracted sinner, a vile sinner, an outrageous
+sinner, a condemned sinner. As God, with His all-scrutinizing gaze,
+looks upon you to-day, He can not find one sound spot in your soul.
+Sin has put scales on your eyes, and deadened your ear with an awful
+deafness, and palsied your right arm, and stunned your sensibilities,
+and blasted you with an infinite blasting. The Bible, which you admit
+to be true, affirms that you are diseased from the crown of your head
+to the sole of your foot. You are unclean; you are a leper. Believe
+not me, but believe God's Word, that over and over again announces, in
+language that a fool might understand, the total and complete
+depravity of the unchanged heart: "The heart is deceitful above all
+things, and desperately wicked."
+
+In addition to the sins of your life there are uncounted troubles in
+pursuit of you. Bereavements, losses, disappointments are a flock of
+vultures ever on the wing. Did you get your house built, and
+furnished, and made comfortable any sooner than misfortune came in
+without knocking, and sat beside you--a skeleton apparition? Have not
+pains shot their poisoned arrows, and fevers kindled their fire in
+your brain? Many of you, for years, have walked on burning marl. You
+stepped out of one disaster into another. You may, like Job, have
+cursed the day in which you were born. This world boils over with
+trouble for you, and you are wondering where the next grave will gape,
+and where the next storm will burst. Oh, ye pursued, sinning, dying,
+troubled, exhausted souls, are you not ready now to hear me while I
+tell you of Christ, the Refuge?
+
+A soldier, during the war, heard of the sickness of his wife and
+asked for a furlough. It was denied him, and he ran away. He was
+caught, brought back, and sentenced to be shot as a deserter. The
+officer took from his pocket a document that announced his death on
+the following morning. As the document was read, the man flinched not
+and showed no sorrow or anxiety. But the officer then took from his
+pocket another document that contained the prisoner's pardon. Then he
+broke down with deep emotion at the thought of the leniency that had
+been extended. Though you may not appear moved while I tell you of the
+law that thundered its condemnation, while I tell you of the pardon
+and the peace of the Gospel I wonder if they will not overcome you.
+
+Jesus is a safe refuge. Fort Hudson, Fort Pulaski, Fort Moultrie, Fort
+Sumter, Gibraltar, Sebastopol were taken. But Jesus is a castle into
+which the righteous runneth and is safe. No battering-ram can demolish
+its wall. No sappers or miners can explode its ramparts, no storm-bolt
+of perdition leap upon its towers. The weapons that guard this fort
+are omnipotent. Hell shall unlimber its great guns as death only to
+have them dismantled. In Christ our sins are pardoned, discomforted,
+blotted out, forgiven. An ocean can not so easily drown a fly as the
+ocean of God's forgiveness swallow up, utterly and forever, our
+transgressions. He is able to save unto the uttermost.
+
+You who have been so often overcome in a hand-to-hand fight with the
+world, the flesh, and devil, try this fortress. Once here, you are
+safe forever. Satan may charge up the steep, and shout amid the uproar
+of the fight, Forward, to his battalions of darkness; but you will
+stand in the might of the great God, your Redeemer, safe in the
+refuge. The troubles of life, that once overwhelmed you, may come on
+with their long wagon-trains laden with care and worryment; and you
+may hear in their tramp the bereavements that once broke your heart;
+but Christ is your friend, Christ your sympathizer, Christ your
+reward. Safe in the refuge!
+
+Death at last may lay the siege to your spirit, and the shadows of the
+sepulcher may shake their horrors in the breeze, and the hoarse howl
+of the night wind may be mingled with the cry of despair, yet you will
+shout in triumph from the ramparts, and the pale horse shall be hurled
+back on his haunches. Safe in the refuge! To this castle I fly. This
+last fire shall but illumine its towers; and the rolling thunders of
+the judgment will be the salvo of its victory.
+
+Just after Queen Victoria had been crowned--she being only nineteen or
+twenty years of age--Wellington handed her a death-warrant for her
+signature. It was to take the life of a soldier in the army. She said
+to Wellington: "Can there nothing good be said of this man?" He said:
+"No; he is a bad soldier, and deserves to die." She took up the
+death-warrant, and it trembled in her hand as she again asked: "Does
+no one know anything good of this man?" Wellington said: "I have heard
+that at his trial a man said that he had been a good son to his old
+mother." "Then let his life be spared," said the queen, and she
+ordered his sentence commuted.
+
+Christ is on a throne of grace. Our case is brought before him. The
+question is asked: "Is there any good about this man?" The law says:
+"None." Justice says: "None." Our own conscience says: "None."
+Nevertheless, Christ hands over our pardon, and asks us to take it.
+Oh, the height and depth, the length and breadth of his mercy!
+
+Again, Christ is a near refuge. When we are attacked, what advantage
+is there in having a fortress on the other side of the mountain? Many
+an army has had an intrenchment, but could not get to it before the
+battle opened. Blessed be God, it is no long march to our castle. We
+may get off, with all our troops, from the worst earthly defeat in
+this stronghold. In a moment we may step from the battle into the
+tower. I sing of a Saviour near.
+
+During the late war the forts of the North were named after the
+Northern generals, and the forts of the South were named after the
+Southern generals. This fortress of our soul I shall call Castle
+Jesus. I have seen men pursued of sins that chased them with feet of
+lightning, and yet with one glad leap they bounded into the tower. I
+have seen troubles, with more than the speed and terror of a cavalry
+troop, dash after a retreating soul, yet were hurled back in defeat
+from the bulwarks. Jesus near! A child's cry, a prisoner's prayer, a
+sailor's death-shriek, a pauper's moan reaches him. No pilgrimages on
+spikes. No journeying with a huge pack on your back. No kneeling in
+penance in cold vestibule of mercy. But an open door! A compassionate
+Saviour! A present salvation! A near refuge! Castle Jesus!
+
+Oh, why do you not put out your arm and reach it? Why do you not fly
+to it? Why be riddled, and shelled, and consumed under the rattling
+bombardment of perdition, when one moment's faith would plant you in
+the glorious refuge? I preach a Jesus here; a Jesus now; a fountain
+close to your feet; a fiery pillar right over your head; bread already
+broken for your hunger; a crown already gleaming for your brow. Hark
+to the castle gates rattling back for your entrance! Hear you not the
+welcome of those who have fled for refuge to lay hold upon the hope
+set before us?
+
+Again, it is a universal refuge. A fortress is seldom large enough to
+hold a whole army. I look out upon fourteen hundred millions of the
+race; and then I look at this fortress, and I say that there is room
+enough for all. If it had been possible, this salvation would have
+been monopolized. Men would have said: "Let us have all this to
+ourselves--no publicans, no plebeians, no lazzaroni, no converted
+pickpockets. We will ride toward heaven on fierce chargers, our feet
+in golden stirrups. Grace for lords, and dukes, and duchesses, and
+counts. Let Napoleon and his marshals come in, but not the common
+soldier that fought under him. Let the Girards and the Barings come
+in, but not the stevedores that unloaded their cargoes, or the men who
+kept their books." Heaven would have been a glorified Windsor Castle,
+or Tuileries, or Vatican; and exclusive aristocrats would have
+strutted through the golden streets to all eternity.
+
+Thank God, there is mercy for the poor! The great Doctor John Mason
+preached over a hundred times the same sermon; and the text was: "To
+the poor the Gospel is preached." Lazarus went up, while Dives went
+down; and there are candidates for Imperial splendors in the back
+alley, and by the peat-fire of the Irish shanty. King Jesus set up His
+throne in a manger, and made a resurrection day for the poor widow of
+Nain, and sprung the gate of heaven wide open, so that all the
+beggars, and thieves, and scoundrels of the universe may come in if
+they will only repent. I can snatch the knife from the murderer's hand
+while it is yet dripping with the blood of his victim, and tell him of
+the grace that is sufficient to pardon his soul. Do you say that I
+swing open the gate of heaven too far? I swing it open no wider than
+Christ, when He says: "Whosoever will, let him come." Don't you want
+to go in with such a rabble? Then you can stay out.
+
+The whole world will yet come into this refuge. The windows of heaven
+will be opened; God's trumpet of salvation will sound, and China will
+come from its tea-fields and rice-harvests, and lift itself up into
+the light. India will come forth, the chariots of salvation jostling
+to pieces her Juggernauts. Freezing Greenland, and sweltering
+Abyssinia, will, side by side, press into the kingdom; and transformed
+Bornesian cannibal preach of the resurrection of the missionary he has
+slain. The glory of Calvary will tinge the tip of the Pyrenees; and
+Lebanon cedars shall clap their hands; and by one swing of the sickle
+Christ shall harvest nations for the skies.
+
+I sing a world redeemed. In the rush of the winds that set the forest
+in motion, like giants wrestling on the hills, I see the tossing up of
+the triumphal branches that shall wave all along the line of our King
+as He comes to take empire. In the stormy diapason of the ocean's
+organ, and the more gentle strains that in the calm come sounding up
+from the crystal and jasper keys at the beach, I hear the prophecy:
+"The earth shall be filled with the knowledge of God as the waters
+fill the sea."
+
+The gospel morning will come like the natural morning. At first it
+seems only like another hue of the night. Then a pallor strikes
+through the sky, as though a company of ministering spirits, pale with
+tedious watching through the night, had turned in their flight upward
+to look back upon the earth. Then a faint glow of fire, as though on a
+barren beach a wrecked mariner was kindling a flickering flame. Then
+chariots and horses of fire racing up and down the heavens; then
+perfect day: "Who is she that cometh forth as the morning?"
+
+Come in, black Hottentot and snow-white Caucasian, come in, mitered
+official and diseased beggar; let all the world come in. Room in
+Castle Jesus! Sound it through all lands; sound it by all tongues. Let
+sermons preach it, and bells chime it, and pencils sketch it, and
+processions celebrate it, and bells ring it: Room in Castle Jesus!
+
+Again, Christ is the only refuge. If you were very sick, and there was
+only one medicine that would cure you, how anxious you would be to get
+that medicine. If you were in a storm at sea, and you found that the
+ship could not weather it, and there was only one harbor, how anxious
+you would be to get into that harbor. Oh, sin-sick soul, Christ is the
+only medicine; oh, storm-tossed soul, Christ is the only harbor. Need
+I tell a cultured audience like this that there is no other name given
+among men by which ye can be saved? That if you want the handcuffs
+knocked from your wrists, and the hopples from your feet, and the icy
+bands from your heart, there is just one Almighty arm in all the
+universe to do everything? There are other fortresses to which you
+might fly, and other ramparts behind which you might hide, but God
+will cut to pieces, with the hail of His vengeance, all these refuges
+of lies.
+
+Some of you are foundering in terrible Euroclydon. Hark to the howling
+of the gale, and the splintering of the spars, and the starting of the
+timbers, and the breaking of the billow, clear across the hurricane
+deck. Down she goes! Into the life-boat! Quick! One boat! One shore!
+One oarsman! One salvation! You are polluted; there is but one well at
+which you can wash clean. You are enslaved; there is but one
+proclamation that can emancipate. You are blind; there is but one
+salve that can kindle your vision. You are dead; there is but one
+trumpet that can burst the grave.
+
+I have seen men come near the refuge but not make entrance. They came
+up, and fronted the gate, and looked in, but passed on, and passed
+down; and they will curse their folly through all eternity, that they
+despised the only refuge. Oh! forget everything else I have said, if
+you will but remember that there is but one atonement, one sacrifice,
+one justification, one faith, one hope, one Jesus, one refuge. There
+is that old Christian. Many a scar on his face tells where trouble
+lacerated him. He has fought with wild beasts at Ephesus. He has had
+enough misfortune to shadow his countenance with perpetual despair.
+Yet he is full of hope. Has he found any new elixir? "No," he says; "I
+have found Jesus the refuge."
+
+Christ is our only defense at the last. John Holland, in his
+concluding moment, swept his hand over the Bible, and said: "Come, let
+us gather a few flowers from this garden." As it was even-time he said
+to his wife: "Have you lighted the candles?" "No," she said; "we have
+not lighted the candles." "Then," said he, "it must be the brightness
+of the face of Jesus that I see."
+
+Ask that dying Christian woman the source of her comfort. Why that
+supernatural glow on the curtains of the death-chamber; and the
+tossing out of one hand, as if to wave the triumph, and the reaching
+up of the other, as if to take a crown? Hosanna on the tongue. Glory
+beaming from the forehead. Heaven in the eyes. Spirit departing. Wings
+to bear it. Anthems to charm it. Open the gates to receive it.
+Hallelujah! Speak, dying Christian--what light do you see? What sounds
+do you hear? The thin lips part. The pale hand is lifted. She says:
+"Jesus the refuge!" Let all in the death-chamber stop weeping now.
+Celebrate the triumph. Take up a song. Clap your hands. Shout it.
+Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
+
+But this refuge will be of no worth to you unless you lay hold of it.
+The time will come when you will wish that you had done so. It will
+come soon. At an unexpected moment it will come. The castle bridge
+will be drawn up and the fortress closed. When you see this
+discomfiture, and look back, and look up at the storm gathering, and
+the billowy darkness of death has rolled upon the sheeted flash of
+the storm, you will discover the utter desolation of those who are
+outside of the refuge.
+
+What you propose to do in this matter you had better do right away. A
+mistake this morning may never be corrected. Jesus, the Great Captain
+of salvation, puts forth his wounded hand to-day to cheer you on the
+race to heaven. If you despise it, the ghastliest vision that will
+haunt the eternal darkness of your soul will be the gaping, bleeding
+wounds of the dying Redeemer.
+
+Jesus is to be crucified to-day. Think not of it as a day that is
+past. He comes before you to-day weary and worn. Here is the cross,
+and here is the victim. But there are no nails, and there are no
+thorns, and there are no hammers. Who will furnish these? A man out
+yonder says: "I will furnish with my sins the nails!" Now we have the
+cross, and the victim, and the nails. But we have no thorns. Who will
+furnish the thorns? A man in the audience says: "With my sins I will
+furnish the thorns!" Now we have the cross, the victim, the nails, and
+the thorns. But we have no hammers. Who will furnish the hammers? A
+voice in the audience says: "My hard heart shall be the hammer!"
+Everything is ready now. The crucifixion goes out! See Jesus dying!
+"Behold the Lamb of God, that taketh away the sins of the world."
+
+
+
+
+STRIPPING THE SLAIN.
+
+ "And it came to pass on the morrow, when the Philistines came
+ to strip the slain, that they found Saul and his three sons
+ fallen in Mount Gilboa."--I. SAM. xxxi: 8.
+
+
+Some of you were at South Mountain, or Shiloh, or Ball's Bluff, or
+Gettysburg, and I ask you if there is any sadder sight than a
+battle-field after the guns have stopped firing? I walked across the
+field of Antietam just after the conflict. The scene was so sickening
+I shall not describe it. Every valuable thing had been taken from the
+bodies of the dead, for there are always vultures hovering over and
+around about an army, and they pick up the watches, and the memorandum
+books, and the letters, and the daguerreotypes, and the hats, and the
+coats, applying them to their own uses. The dead make no resistance.
+So there are always camp followers going on and after an army, as when
+Scott went down into Mexico, as when Napoleon marched up toward
+Moscow, as when Von Moltke went to Sedan. There is a similar scene in
+my text.
+
+Saul and his army had been horribly cut to pieces. Mount Gilboa was
+ghastly with the dead. On the morrow the stragglers came on to the
+field, and they lifted the latchet of the helmet from under the chin
+of the dead, and they picked up the swords and bent them on their
+knee to test the temper of the metal, and they opened the wallets and
+counted the coin. Saul lay dead along the ground, eight or nine feet
+in length, and I suppose the cowardly Philistines, to show their
+bravery, leaped upon the trunk of his carcass, and jeered at the
+fallen slain, and whistled through the mouth of the helmet. Before
+night those cormorants had taken everything valuable from the field:
+"And it came to pass on the morrow, when the Philistines came to strip
+the slain, that they found Saul and his three sons fallen in Mount
+Gilboa."
+
+Before I get through to-day I will show you that the same process is
+going on all the world over, and every day, and that when men have
+fallen, Satan and the world, so far from pitying them or helping them,
+go to work remorselessly to take what little is left, thus stripping
+the slain.
+
+There are tens of thousands of young men every year coming from the
+country to our great cities. They come with brave hearts and grand
+expectations. They think they will be Rufus Choates in the law, or
+Drapers in chemistry, or A.T. Stewarts in merchandise. The country
+lads sit down in the village grocery, with their feet on the iron rod
+around the red-hot stove, in the evening, talking over the prospects
+of the young man who has gone off to the city. Two or three of them
+think that perhaps he may get along very well and succeed, but the
+most of them prophesy failure; for it is very hard to think that those
+whom we knew in boyhood will ever make any stir in the world.
+
+But our young man has a fine position in a dry-goods store. The month
+is over. He gets his wages. He is not accustomed to have so much money
+belonging to himself. He is a little excited, and does not know
+exactly what to do with it, and he spends it in some places where he
+ought not. Soon there come up new companions and acquaintances from
+the bar-rooms and the saloons of the city. Soon that young man begins
+to waver in the battle of temptation, and soon his soul goes down. In
+a few months, or few years, he has fallen. He is morally dead. He is a
+mere corpse of what he once was. The harpies of sin snuff up the taint
+and come on the field. His garments gradually give out. He has pawned
+his watch. His health is failing him. His credit perishes. He is too
+poor to stay in the city, and he is too poor to pay his way home to
+the country. Down! down! Why do the low fellows of the city now stick
+to him so closely? Is it to help him back to a moral and spiritual
+life? Oh, no! I will tell you why they stay; they are the Philistines
+stripping the slain.
+
+Do not look where I point, but yonder stands a man who once had a
+beautiful home in this city. His house had elegant furniture, his
+children were beautifully clad, his name was synonymous with honor and
+usefulness; but evil habit knocked at his front door, knocked at his
+back door, knocked at his parlor door, knocked at his bedroom door.
+Where is the piano? Sold to pay the rent. Where is the hat-rack? Sold
+to meet the butcher's bill. Where are the carpets? Sold to get bread.
+Where is the wardrobe? Sold to get rum. Where are the daughters?
+Working their fingers off in trying to keep the family together.
+Worse and worse, until everything is gone. Who is that going up the
+front steps of that house? That is a creditor, hoping to find some
+chair or bed that has not been levied upon. Who are those two
+gentlemen now going up the front steps? The one is a constable, the
+other is the sheriff. Why do they go there? The unfortunate is morally
+dead, socially dead, financially dead. Why do they go there? I will
+tell you why the creditors, and the constables, and the sheriffs go
+there. They are, some on their own account, and some on account of the
+law, stripping the slain.
+
+An ex-member of Congress, one of the most eloquent men that ever stood
+in the House of Representatives, said in his last moments: "This is
+the end. I am dying--dying on a borrowed bed, covered by a borrowed
+sheet, in a house built by public charity. Bury me under that tree in
+the middle of the field, where I shall not be crowded, for I have been
+crowded all my life." Where were the jolly politicians and the
+dissipating comrades who had been with him, laughing at his jokes,
+applauding his eloquence, and plunging him into sin? They have left.
+Why? His money is gone, his reputation is gone, his wit is gone, his
+clothes are gone, everything is gone. Why should they stay any longer?
+They have completed their work. They have stripped the slain.
+
+There is another way, however, of doing that same work. Here is a man
+who, through his sin, is prostrate. He acknowledges that he has done
+wrong. Now is the time for you to go to that man and say: "Thousands
+of people have been as far astray as you are, and got back." Now is
+the time for you to go to that man and tell him of the omnipotent
+grace of God, that is sufficient for any poor soul. Now is the time to
+go to tell him how swearing John Bunyan, through the grace of God,
+afterward came to the celestial city. Now is the time to go to that
+man and tell him how profligate Newton came, through conversion, to be
+a world-renowned preacher of righteousness. Now is the time to tell
+that man that multitudes who have been pounded with all the flails of
+sin and dragged through all the sewers of pollution at last have risen
+to positive dominion of moral power.
+
+You do not tell him that, do you? No. You say to him: "Loan you money?
+No. You are down. You will have to go to the dogs. Lend you a
+shilling? I would not lend you five cents to keep you from the
+gallows. You are debauched! Get out of my sight, now! Down; you will
+have to stay down!" And thus those bruised and battered men are
+sometimes accosted by those who ought to lift them up. Thus the last
+vestige of hope is taken from them. Thus those who ought to go and
+lift and save them are guilty of stripping the slain.
+
+The point I want to make is this: sin is hard, cruel, and merciless.
+Instead of helping a man up it helps him down; and when, like Saul and
+his comrades, you lie on the field, it will come and steal your sword
+and helmet and shield, leaving you to the jackal and the crow.
+
+But the world and Satan do not do all their work with the outcast and
+abandoned. A respectable, impenitent man comes to die. He is flat on
+his back. He could not get up if the house were on fire. Adroitest
+medical skill and gentlest nursing have been a failure. He has come to
+his last hour. What does Satan do for such a man? Why, he fetches up
+all the inapt, disagreeable, and harrowing things in his life. He
+says: "Do you remember those chances you had for heaven, and missed
+them? Do you remember all those lapses in conduct? Do you remember all
+those opprobrious words and thoughts and actions? Don't remember them,
+eh? I'll make you remember them." And then he takes all the past and
+empties it on that death-bed, as the mail-bags are emptied on the
+post-office floor. The man is sick. He can not get away from them.
+
+Then the man says to Satan: "You have deceived me. You told me that
+all would be well. You said there would be no trouble at the last. You
+told me if I did so and so, you would do so and so. Now you corner me,
+and hedge me up, and submerge me in everything evil." "Ha! ha!" says
+Satan, "I was only fooling you. It is mirth for me to see you suffer.
+I have been for thirty years plotting to get you just where you are.
+It is hard for you now--it will be worse for you after awhile. It
+pleases me. Lie still, sir. Don't flinch or shudder. Come now, I will
+tear off from you the last rag of expectation. I will rend away from
+your soul the last hope. I will leave you bare for the beating of the
+storm. It is my business to strip the slain."
+
+While men are in robust health, and their digestion is good, and their
+nerves are strong, they think their physical strength will get them
+safely through the last exigency. They say it is only cowardly women
+who are afraid at the last, and cry out for God. "Wait till I come to
+die. I will show you. You won't hear me pray, nor call for a minister,
+nor want a chapter read me from the Bible." But after the man has been
+three weeks in a sick-room his nerves are not so steady, and his
+worldly companions are not anywhere near to cheer him up, and he is
+persuaded that he must quit life: his physical courage is all gone.
+
+He jumps at the fall of a teaspoon in a saucer. He shivers at the idea
+of going away. He says: "Wife, I don't think my infidelity is going to
+take me through. For God's sake don't bring up the children to do as I
+have done. If you feel like it, I wish you would read a verse or two
+out of Fannie's Sabbath-school hymn-book or New Testament." But Satan
+breaks in, and says: "You have always thought religion trash and a
+lie; don't give up at the last. Besides that, you can not, in the hour
+you have to live, get off on that track. Die as you lived. With my
+great black wings I shut out that light. Die in darkness. I rend away
+from you that last vestige of hope. It is my business to strip the
+slain."
+
+A man who had rejected Christianity and thought it all trash, came to
+die. He was in the sweat of a great agony, and his wife said: "We had
+better have some prayer." "Mary, not a breath of that," he said. "The
+lightest word of prayer would roll back on me like rocks on a drowning
+man. I have come to the hour of test. I had a chance, and I forfeited
+it. I believed in a liar, and he has left me in the lurch. Mary, bring
+me Tom Paine, that book that I swore by and lived by, and pitch it in
+the fire, and let it burn and burn as I myself shall soon burn." And
+then, with the foam on his lip and his hands tossing wildly in the
+air, he cried out: "Blackness of darkness! Oh, my God, too late!" And
+the spirits of darkness whistled up from the depth, and wheeled around
+and around him, stripping the slain.
+
+Sin is a luxury now; it is exhilaration now; it is victory now. But
+after awhile it is collision; it is defeat; it is extermination; it is
+jackalism; it is robbing the dead; it is stripping the slain. Give it
+up to-day--give it up! Oh, how you have been cheated on, my brother,
+from one thing to another! All these years you have been under an evil
+mastery that you understood not. What have your companions done for
+you? What have they done for your health? Nearly ruined it by
+carousal. What have they done for your fortune? Almost scattered it by
+spendthrift behavior. What have they done for your reputation? Almost
+ruined it with good men. What have they done for your immortal soul?
+Almost insured its overthrow.
+
+You are hastening on toward the consummation of all that is sad.
+To-day you stop and think, but it is only for a moment, and then you
+will tramp on, and at the close of this service you will go out, and
+the question will be: "How did you like the sermon?" And one man will
+say: "I liked it very well," and another man will say: "I didn't like
+it at all;" but neither of the answers will touch the tremendous fact
+that, if impenitent, you are going at eighteen knots an hour toward
+shipwreck! Yea, you are in a battle where you will fall; and while
+your surviving relatives will take your remaining estate, and the
+cemetery will take your body, the messengers of darkness will take
+your soul, and come and go about you for the next ten million years,
+stripping the slain.
+
+Many are crying out: "I admit I am slain, I admit it!" On what
+battle-field, my brothers? By what weapon? "Polluted imagination,"
+says one man; "Intoxicating liquor," says another man; "My own hard
+heart," says another man. Do you realize this? Then I come to tell you
+that the omnipotent Christ is ready to walk across this battle-field,
+and revive, and resuscitate, and resurrect your dead soul. Let Him
+take your hand and rub away the numbness; your head, and bathe off the
+aching; your heart, and stop its wild throb. He brought Lazarus to
+life; He brought Jairus' daughter to life; He brought the young man of
+Nain to life, and these are three proofs anyhow that he can bring you
+to life.
+
+When the Philistines came down on the field, they stepped between the
+corpses, and they rolled over the dead, and they took away everything
+that was valuable; and so it was with the people that followed after
+our army at Chancellorsville, and at Pittsburg Landing, and at Stone
+River, and at Atlanta, stripping the slain; but the Northern and
+Southern women--God bless them!--came on the field with basins, and
+pads, and towels, and lint, and cordials, and Christian encouragement;
+and the poor fellows that lay there lifted up their arms and said:
+"Oh, how good that does feel since you dressed it!" and others looked
+up and said: "Oh, how you make me think of my mother!" and others
+said: "Tell the folks at home I died thinking about them;" and another
+looked up and said: "Miss, won't you sing me a verse of 'Home, Sweet
+Home,' before I die?" And then the tattoo was sounded, and the hats
+were off, and the service was read: "I am the resurrection and the
+life;" and in honor of the departed the muskets were loaded, and the
+command given: "Take aim--fire!" And there was a shingle set up at the
+head of the grave, with the epitaph of "Lieutenant ---- in the
+Fourteenth Massachusetts Regulars," or "Captain ---- in the Fifteenth
+Regiment of South Carolina Volunteers." And so to-night, across this
+great field of moral and spiritual battle, the angels of God come
+walking among the slain, and there are voices of comfort, and voices
+of hope, and voices of resurrection, and voices of heaven.
+
+Christ is ready to give life to the dead. He will make the deaf ear to
+hear, the blind eye to see, the pulseless heart to beat, and the damp
+walls of your spiritual charnel-house will crash into ruin at His cry:
+"Come forth!" I verily believe there are souls in this house who are
+now dead in sin, who in half an hour will be alive forever. There was
+a thrilling dream, a glorious dream--you may have heard of it. Ezekiel
+closed his eyes, and he saw two mountains, and a valley between the
+mountains. That valley looked as though there had been a great battle
+there, and a whole army had been slain, and they had been unburied;
+and the heat of the land, and the vultures coming there, soon the
+bones were exposed to the sun, and they looked like thousands of
+snow-drifts all through the valley. Frightful spectacle! The bleaching
+skeletons of a host!
+
+But Ezekiel still kept his eyes shut; and lo! there were four
+currents of wind that struck the battle-field, and when those four
+currents of wind met, the bones began to rattle; and the foot came to
+the ankle, and the hand came to the wrist, and the jaws clashed
+together, and the spinal column gathered up the ganglions and the
+nervous fiber, and all the valley wriggled and writhed, and throbbed,
+and rocked, and rose up. There, a man coming to life. There, a hundred
+men. There, a thousand; and all falling into line, waiting for the
+shout of their commander. Ten thousand bleached skeletons springing up
+into ten thousand warriors, panting for the fray. I hope that instead
+of being a dream it may be a prophecy of what we shall see here
+to-day. Let this north wall be one of the mountains, and the south
+wall be taken for another of the mountains, and let all the aisles and
+the pews be the valley between, for there are thousands here to-day
+without one pulsation of spiritual life.
+
+I look off in one direction, and they are dead. I look off in another
+direction, and they are dead. Who will bring them to life? Who shall
+rouse them up? If I should halloo at the top of my voice I could not
+wake them. Wait a moment! Listen! There is a rustling. There is a gale
+from heaven. It comes from the north, and from the south, and from the
+east, and from the west. It shuts us in. It blows upon the slain.
+There a soul begins to move in spiritual life; there, ten souls;
+there, a score of souls; there, a hundred souls. The nostrils
+throbbing in divine respiration, the hands lifted as though to take
+hold of heaven, the tongue moving as in prayer and adoration. Life!
+immortal life coming into the slain. Ten men for God--fifty--a
+hundred--a regiment--an army for God! Oh, that we might have such a
+scene here to-day! In Ezekiel's words, and in almost a frenzy of
+prayer, I cry: "Come from the four winds, O Breath! and breathe upon
+the slain."
+
+You will have to surrender your heart to-day to God. You can not take
+the responsibility of fighting against the Spirit in this crisis which
+will decide whether you are to go to heaven or to hell--to join the
+hallelujahs of the saved, or the lamentations of the lost. You must
+pray. You must repent. You must this day fling your sinful soul on the
+pardoning mercy of God. You must! I see your resolution against God
+giving way, your determination wavering. I break through the breach in
+the wall and follow up the advantage gained, hoping to rout your last
+opposition to Christ, and to make you "ground arms" at the feet of the
+Divine Conqueror. Oh, you must! You must!
+
+The moon does not ask the tides of the Atlantic Ocean to rise. It only
+stoops down with two great hands of light, the one at the European
+beach, and the other at the American beach, and then lifts the great
+layer of molten silver. And God, it seems to me, is now going to lift
+this audience to newness of life. Do you not feel the swellings of the
+great oceanic tides of Divine mercy? My heart is in anguish to have
+you saved. For this I pray, and preach, and long, glad to be called a
+fool for Christ's sake, and your salvation.
+
+Some one replies: "Dear me, I do wish I could have these matters
+arranged with my God. I want to be saved. God knows I want to be
+saved; but you stand there talking about this matter, and you don't
+show me how." My dear brother, the work has all been done. Christ did
+it with His own torn hand, and lacerated foot, and bleeding side. He
+took your place, and died your death, if you will only believe
+it--only accept Him as your substitute.
+
+What an amazing pity that any man should go from this house unblessed,
+when such a large blessing is offered him at less cost than you would
+pay for a pin--"without money and without price." I have driven down
+to-day with the Lord's ambulance to the battle-field where your soul
+lies exposed to the darkness and the storm, and I want to lift you in,
+and drive off with you toward heaven. Oh, Christians, by your prayers
+help to lift these wounded souls into the ambulance! God forbid that
+any should be left on the field, and that at last eternal sorrow, and
+remorse, and despair should come up around their soul like the bandit
+Philistines to the field of Gilboa, stripping the slain.
+
+
+
+
+SOLD OUT.
+
+ "Ye have sold yourselves for nought; and ye shall be redeemed
+ without money."--ISA. lii: 3.
+
+
+The Jews had gone headlong into sin, and as a punishment they had been
+carried captive to Babylon. They found that iniquity did not pay.
+Cyrus seized Babylon, and felt so sorry for these poor captive Jews
+that, without a dollar of compensation, he let them go home. So that,
+literally, my text was fulfilled: "Ye have sold yourselves for nought;
+and ye shall be redeemed without money."
+
+There is enough Gospel in this text for fifty sermons; though I never
+heard of its being preached on. There are persons in this house who
+have, like the Jews of the text, sold out. You do not seem to belong
+either to yourselves or to God. The title-deeds have been passed over
+to "the world, the flesh, and the devil," but the purchaser has never
+paid up. "Ye have sold yourselves for nought."
+
+When a man passes himself over to the world he expects to get some
+adequate compensation. He has heard the great things that the world
+does for a man, and he believes it. He wants two hundred and fifty
+thousand dollars. That will be horses, and houses, and a
+summer-resort, and jolly companionship. To get it he parts with his
+physical health by overwork. He parts with his conscience. He parts
+with much domestic enjoyment. He parts with opportunities 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 his nature is gone. He pays down
+the second installment, and one half of his nature is gone. He pays
+down the third installment, and three quarters of his nature are gone;
+and after many years have gone by he pays down the fourth installment,
+and, lo! his entire nature is gone. Then he comes up to the world and
+says: "Good-morning. I have delivered to you the goods. I have passed
+over to you my body, my mind, and my soul, and I have come now to
+collect the two hundred and fifty thousand dollars." "Two hundred 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 now
+to fulfill your part of the contract." "But," says the world, "_I have
+failed. I am bankrupt._ I can not possibly pay that debt. I have not
+for a long while expected to pay it." "Well," you then say, "give me
+back the goods." "Oh, no," says the world, "they are all gone. I can
+not give them back to you." And there you stand on the confines of
+eternity, your spiritual character gone, staggering under the
+consideration that "you have sold yourself for nought."
+
+I tell you the world is a liar; it does not keep its promises. It is a
+cheat, and it fleeces everything it can put its hands on. It is a
+bogus world. It is a six-thousand-year-old swindle. Even if it pays
+the two hundred and fifty thousand dollars for which you contracted,
+it pays them in bonds that will not be worth anything in a little
+while. Just as a man may pay down ten thousand dollars in hard cash
+and get 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 a farthing to you a thousandth part of a second after you are
+dead. "Oh," you say, "it will help to bury me, anyhow." Oh, my
+brother! you need not worry about that. The world will bury you soon
+enough, from sanitary considerations. After you have been deceased for
+three or four days you will compel the world to bury you.
+
+Post-mortem emoluments are of no use to you. The treasures of this
+world will not pass current in the future world; and if all the 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 not do it. There 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 no cotton in
+them, as to go to this world expecting to find any permanent
+happiness. It has deceived and deluded every man that has ever put his
+trust in it.
+
+History tells us of one who resolved that he would have all his senses
+gratified at one and the same time, and he expended thousands of
+dollars on each sense. He entered a room, and there were the first
+musicians of the land pleasing his ear, and there were fine pictures
+fascinating his eye, and there were costly aromatics regaling his
+nostril, and there were the richest meats, and wines, and fruits, and
+confections pleasing the appetite, and there was a soft couch of
+sinful indulgence on which he reclined; and the man declared afterward
+that he would give ten times what he had given if he could have one
+week of such enjoyment, even though he lost his soul by it. Ah! that
+was the rub. He did lose his soul by it! Cyrus the Conqueror thought
+for a little while that he was making a fine thing out of this world,
+and yet before he came to his grave he wrote out this pitiful epitaph
+for his monument: "I am Cyrus. I occupied the Persian Empire. I was
+king over Asia. Begrudge me not this monument." But 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, thinking I am happy,
+but feeling I am not." Call the roll, and be quick about it. Samuel
+Johnson, the learned! Happy? "No. I am afraid I shall some day get
+crazy." William Hazlitt, the great essayist! Happy? "No. I have been
+for two hours and a half going up and down Paternoster Row with a
+volcano in my breast." Smollett, the witty author! Happy? "No. I am
+sick of praise and blame, and I wish to God that I 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. for protection! Happy? "No. Over mountains
+covered with snow, and through valleys flooded with rain, I come a
+fugitive." Molière, the popular dramatic author! Happy? "No. That
+wretch of an actor just now recited four of my lines without the
+proper accent and gesture. To have the children of my brain so hung,
+drawn, and quartered, tortures me like a condemned spirit."
+
+I went to see a worldling die. As I went into the hall I saw its floor
+was tessellated, and its wall was a picture-gallery. I found his
+death-chamber adorned with tapestry until it seemed as if the clouds
+of the setting sun had settled in the room. The man had given forty
+years to the world--his wit, his time, his genius, his talent, his
+soul. Did the world come in to stand by his death-bed, and clearing
+off the vials of bitter medicine, put down any compensation? Oh, no!
+The world does not like sick and dying people, and leaves them in the
+lurch. It ruined this man, and then left him. He had a magnificent
+funeral. All the ministers wore scarfs, and there were forty-three
+carriages in a row; but the departed man appreciated not the
+obsequies.
+
+I want to persuade my audience that this world is a poor investment;
+that it does not pay ninety per cent. of satisfaction, nor eighty per
+cent., nor twenty per cent., nor two per cent., nor one; that it gives
+no solace when a dead babe lies on your lap; that it gives no peace
+when conscience rings its alarm; that it gives no explanation in the
+day of dire trouble; and at the time of your decease it takes hold of
+the pillow-case, and shakes out the feathers, and then jolts down in
+the place thereof sighs, and groans, and execrations, and then makes
+you put your head on it. Oh, ye who have tried this world, is it a
+satisfactory portion? Would you advise your friends to make the
+investment? No. "Ye have sold yourselves for nought." Your conscience
+went. Your hope went. Your Bible went. Your heaven went. Your God
+went. When a sheriff under a writ from the courts sells a man out, the
+officer generally leaves a few chairs and a bed, and a few cups and
+knives; but in this awful vendue in which you have been engaged the
+auctioneer's mallet has come down upon body, mind, and soul: Going!
+Gone! "Ye have sold yourselves for nought."
+
+How could you do so? Did you think that your soul was a mere trinket
+which for a few pennies you could buy in a toy shop? Did you think
+that your soul, if once lost, might be found again if you went out
+with torches and lanterns? Did you think that your soul was
+short-lived, and that, panting, it would soon lie down for extinction?
+Or had you no idea what your soul was worth? Did you ever put your
+forefingers on its eternal pulses? Have you never felt the quiver of
+its peerless wing? Have you not known that, after leaving the body,
+the first step of your soul reaches to the stars, and the next step to
+the furthest outposts of God's universe, and that it will not die
+until the day when the everlasting Jehovah expires? Oh, my brother,
+what possessed you that you should part with your soul so cheap? "Ye
+have sold yourselves for nought."
+
+But I have some good news to tell you. I want to engage in a
+litigation for the recovery of that soul of yours. I want to show that
+you have been cheated out of it. I want to prove, as I will, that you
+were crazy on that subject, and that the world, under such
+circumstances, has no right to take the title-deed from you; and if
+you will join me I shall get a decree from the High Chancery Court of
+Heaven reinstating you into the possession of your soul. "Oh," you
+say, "I am afraid of lawsuits; they are so expensive, and I can not
+pay the cost." Then have you forgotten the last half of my text? "Ye
+have sold yourselves for nought; and ye shall be redeemed without
+money."
+
+Money is good for a great many things, but it can not do anything in
+this matter of the soul. You can not buy your way through. Dollars and
+pounds sterling mean nothing at the gate of mercy. If you could buy
+your salvation, heaven would be a great speculation, an extension of
+Wall Street. Bad men would go up and buy out the place, and leave us
+to shift for ourselves. But as money is not a lawful tender, what is?
+I will answer: Blood! Whose? Are we to go through the slaughter? Oh,
+no; it wants richer blood than ours. It wants a king's blood. It must
+be poured from royal arteries. It must be a sinless torrent. But where
+is the king? I see a great many thrones and a great many occupants,
+yet none seem to be coming down to the rescue. But after awhile the
+clock of night in Bethlehem strikes twelve, and the silver pendulum of
+a star swings across the sky, and I see the King of Heaven rising up,
+and He descends, and steps down from star to star, and from cloud to
+cloud, lower and lower, until He touches the sheep-covered hills, and
+then on to another hill, this last skull-covered, and there, at the
+sharp stroke of persecution, a rill incarnadine trickles down, and we
+who could not be redeemed by money are redeemed by precious and
+imperial blood.
+
+We have in this day professed Christians who are so rarefied and
+etherealized that they do not want a religion of blood. What do you
+want? You seem to want a religion of brains. The Bible says: "In the
+blood is the life." No atonement without blood. Ought not the apostle
+to know? What did he say? "Ye are redeemed not with corruptible
+things, such as silver and gold, but by the precious blood of Christ."
+You put your lancet into the arm of our holy religion and withdraw the
+blood, and you leave it a mere corpse, fit only for the grave. Why did
+God command the priests of old to strike the knife into the kid, and
+the goat, and the pigeon, and the bullock, and the lamb? It was so
+that when the blood rushed out from these animals on the floor of the
+ancient tabernacle the people should be compelled to think of the
+coming carnage of the Son of God. No blood, no atonement.
+
+I think that God intended to impress us with the vividness of that
+color. The green of the grass, the blue of the sky, would not have
+startled and aroused us like this deep crimson. It is as if God had
+said: "Now, sinner, wake up and see what the Saviour endured for you.
+This is not water. This is not wine. It is blood. It is the blood of
+my own Son. It is the blood of the Immaculate. It is the blood of
+God." Without the shedding of blood is no remission. There has been
+many a man who in courts of law has pleaded "not guilty," who
+nevertheless has been condemned because there was blood found on his
+hands, or blood found in his room; and what shall we do in the last
+day if it be found that we have recrucified the Lord of Glory and have
+never repented of it? You must believe in the blood or die. No
+escape. Unless you let the sacrifice of Jesus go in your stead you
+yourself must suffer. It is either Christ's blood or your blood.
+
+"Oh," says some one, "the thought of blood sickens me." Good. God
+intended it to sicken you with your sin. Do not act as though you had
+nothing to do with that Calvarian massacre. You had. Your sins were
+the implements of torture. Those implements were not made of steel,
+and iron, and wood, so much as out of your sins. Guilty of this
+homicide, and this regicide, and this deicide, confess your guilt
+to-day. Ten thousand voices of heaven bring in the verdict against you
+of guilty, guilty. Prepare to die, or believe in that blood. Stretch
+yourself out for the sacrifice, or accept the Saviour's sacrifice. Do
+not fling away your one chance.
+
+It seems to me as if all heaven were trying to bid in your soul. The
+first bid it makes is the tears of Christ at the tomb of Lazarus; but
+that is not a high enough price. The next bid heaven makes is the
+sweat of Gethsemane; but it is too cheap a price. The next bid heaven
+makes seems to be the whipped back of Pilate's hall; but it is not a
+high enough price. Can it be possible that heaven can not buy you in?
+Heaven tries once more. It says: "I bid this time for that man's soul
+the tortures of Christ's martyrdom, 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 knee, the blood on His foot--the blood
+in drops, the blood in rills, the blood in pools coagulated beneath
+the cross; the blood that wet the tips of the soldiers' spears, the
+blood that plashed warm in the faces of His enemies." Glory to God,
+that bid wins it! The highest price that was ever paid for anything
+was paid for your soul. Nothing could buy it but blood! The estranged
+property is bought back. Take it. "You have sold yourselves for
+nought; and ye shall be redeemed without money." O atoning blood,
+cleansing blood, life-giving blood, sanctifying blood, glorifying
+blood of Jesus! Why not burst 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 nothing to do with it except that,
+like the Jews, I put both my hands into that carnage and scoop up both
+palms full, and throw it on my head and cry: 'His blood be on us and
+on our children!'" Can you do such a shocking thing as that? Just rub
+your handkerchief across your brow and look at it. It is the blood of
+the Son of God whom you have despised and driven back all these years.
+Oh, do not do that any longer! Come out frankly and boldly and
+honestly, and tell Christ you are sorry. You can not afford to so
+roughly treat Him upon whom everything depends.
+
+I do not know how you will get away from this subject. You see that
+you are sold out, and that Christ wants to buy you back. There are
+three persons who come after you to-night: God the Father, God the
+Son, and God the Holy Ghost. They unite their three omnipotences in
+one movement for your salvation. You will not take up arms against the
+Triune God, will you? Is there enough muscle in your arm for such a
+combat? By the highest throne in heaven, and by the deepest chasm in
+hell, I beg you look out. Unless you allow Christ to carry away your
+sins, they will carry you away. Unless you allow Christ to lift you
+up, they will drag you down. There is only one hope for you, and that
+is the blood. Christ, the sin-offering, bearing your transgressions.
+Christ, the surety, paying your debts. Christ, the divine Cyrus,
+loosening your Babylonish captivity.
+
+Would you not like to be free? Here is the price of your
+liberation--not money, but blood. I tremble from head to foot, not
+because I fear your presence, for I am used to that, but because I
+fear that you will miss your chance for immortal rescue, and die. This
+is the alternative divinely put: "He that believeth on the Son shall
+have everlasting life; and he that believeth not on the Son shall not
+see life, but the wrath of God abideth on him." In the last day, if
+you now reject Christ, every drop of that sacrificial blood, instead
+of pleading for your release as it would have pleaded if you had
+repented, will plead against you. It will seem to say: "They refused
+the ransom; they chose to die; let them die; they must die. Down with
+them to the weeping and the wailing. Depart! go away from me. You
+would not have me, now I will not have you. Sold out for eternity."
+
+O Lord God of the judgment day! avert that calamity! Let us see the
+quick flash of the cimeter that slays the sin but saves the sinner.
+Strike, omnipotent God, for the soul's deliverance! Beat, O eternal
+sea! with all thy waves against the barren beach of that rocky soul,
+and make it tremble. Oh! the oppressiveness of the hour, the minute,
+the second, on which the soul's destiny quivers, and this is that
+hour, that minute, that second!
+
+I wonder what proportion of this audience will be saved? What
+proportion will be lost? When the "Schiller" went down, out of three
+hundred and eighty people only forty were saved. When the "Ville du
+Havre" went down, out of three hundred and forty about fifty were
+saved. Out of this audience to-day, how many will get to the shore of
+heaven? It is no idle question for me to ask, for many of you I shall
+never see again until the day when the books are open.
+
+Some years ago there came down a fierce storm on the sea-coast, and a
+vessel got in the breakers and was going to pieces. They threw up some
+signal of distress, and the people on the shore saw them. They put out
+in a life-boat. They came on, and they saw the poor sailors, almost
+exhausted, clinging to a raft; and so afraid were the boatmen that the
+men would give up before they got to them, they gave them three rounds
+of cheers, and cried: "Hold on, there! Hold on! We'll save you!" After
+awhile the boat came up. One man was saved by having the boat-hook put
+in the collar of his coat; and some in one way, and some in another;
+but they all got into the boat. "Now," says the captain, "for the
+shore. Pull away now, pull!" The people on the land were afraid the
+life-boat had gone down. They said: "How long the boat stays. Why, it
+must have been swamped, and they have all perished together."
+
+And there were men and women on the pier-heads and on the beach
+wringing their hands; and while they waited and watched, they saw
+something looming up through the mist, and it turned out to be the
+life-boat. As soon as it came within speaking distance the people on
+the shore cried out: "Did you save any of them? Did you save any of
+them?" And as the boat swept through the boiling surf and came to the
+pier-head, the captain waved his hand over the exhausted sailors that
+lay flat on the bottom of the boat, and cried: "All saved! Thank God!
+All saved!" So may it be to-day. The waves of your sin run high, the
+storm is on you, the danger is appalling. Oh! shipwrecked soul, I have
+come for you. I cheer you with this Gospel hope. God grant that within
+the next ten minutes we may row with you into the harbor of God's
+mercy. And when these Christian men gather around to see the result of
+this service, and the glorified gathering on the pier-heads of heaven
+to watch and to listen, may we be able to report all saved! Young and
+old, good and bad! All saved! Saved from sin, and death, and hell.
+Saved for time. Saved for eternity. "And so it came to pass that they
+all escaped safe to land."
+
+
+
+
+SUMMER TEMPTATIONS.
+
+ "Come ye yourselves apart unto a desert place and rest
+ awhile."--MARK vi: 31.
+
+
+Here Christ advises His apostles to take a vacation. They have been
+living an excited as well as a useful life, and He advises that they
+get out into the country. When, six weeks ago, standing in this place,
+I advocated, with all the energy I could command, the Saturday
+afternoon holiday, I did not think the people would so soon get that
+release. By divine fiat it has come, and I rejoice that more people
+will have opportunity of recreation this summer than in any previous
+summer. Others will have whole weeks and months of rest. The railway
+trains are being laden with passengers and baggage on their way to the
+mountains and the lakes and the sea-shore. Multitudes of our citizens
+are packing their trunks for a restorative absence.
+
+The city heats are pursuing the people with torch and fear of
+sunstroke. The long silent halls of sumptuous hotels are all abuzz
+with excited arrivals. The crystalline surface of Winnipiseogee is
+shattered with the stroke of steamer, laden with excursionists. The
+antlers of Adirondack deer rattle under the shot of city sportsmen.
+The trout make fatal snaps at the hook of adroit sportsmen and toss
+their spotted brilliance into the game-basket. Already the baton of
+the orchestral leader taps the music-stand on the hotel green, and
+American life puts on festal array, and the rumbling of the tenpin
+alley, and the crack of the ivory balls on the green-baized billiard
+tables, and the jolting of the bar-room goblets, and the explosive
+uncorking of champagne bottles, and the whirl and the rustle of the
+ball-room dance, and the clattering hoofs of the race-courses, attest
+that the season for the great American watering-places is fairly
+inaugurated. Music--flute and drum and cornet-à-piston and clapping
+cymbals--will wake the echoes of the mountains.
+
+Glad I am that fagged-out American life for the most part will have an
+opportunity to rest, and that nerves racked and destroyed will find a
+Bethesda. I believe in watering-places. Let not the commercial firm
+begrudge the clerk, or the employer the journeyman, or the patient the
+physician, or the church its pastor, a season of inoccupation. Luther
+used to sport with his children; Edmund Burke used to caress his
+favorite horse; Thomas Chalmers, in the dark hours of the church's
+disruption, played kite for recreation--as I was told by his own
+daughter--and the busy Christ said to the busy apostles: "Come ye
+apart awhile into the desert and rest yourselves." And I have observed
+that they who do not know how to rest do not know how to work.
+
+But I have to declare this truth to-day, that some of our fashionable
+watering-places are the temporal and eternal destruction of "a
+multitude that no man can number," and amid the congratulations of
+this season and the prospect of the departure of many of you for the
+country I must utter a note of warning--plain, earnest, and
+unmistakable.
+
+I. The first temptation that is apt to hover in this direction is to
+leave your piety all at home. You will send the dog and cat and canary
+bird to be well cared for somewhere else; but the temptation will be
+to leave your religion in the room with the blinds down and the door
+bolted, and then you will come back in the autumn to find that it is
+starved and suffocated, lying stretched on the rug stark dead. There
+is no surplus of piety at the watering-places. I never knew any one to
+grow very rapidly in grace at the Catskill Mountain House, or Sharon
+Springs, or the Falls of Montmorency. It is generally the case that
+the Sabbath is more of a carousal than any other day, and there are
+Sunday walks and Sunday rides and Sunday excursions.
+
+Elders and deacons and ministers of religion who are entirely
+consistent at home, sometimes when the Sabbath dawns on them at
+Niagara Falls or the White Mountains take the day to themselves. If
+they go to the church, it is apt to be a sacred parade, and the
+discourse, instead of being a plain talk about the soul, is apt to be
+what is called _a crack sermon_--that is, some discourse picked out of
+the effusions of the year as the one most adapted to excite
+admiration; and in those churches, from the way the ladies hold their
+fans, you know that they are not so much impressed with the heat as
+with the picturesqueness of half-disclosed features. Four puny souls
+stand in the organ-loft and squall a tune that nobody knows, and
+worshipers, with two thousand dollars' worth of diamonds on the right
+hand, drop a cent into the poor-box, and then the benediction is
+pronounced and the farce is ended.
+
+The toughest thing I ever tried to do was to be good at a
+watering-place. The air is bewitched with "the world, the flesh, and
+the devil." There are Christians who in three or four weeks in such a
+place have had such terrible rents made in their Christian robe that
+they had to keep darning it until Christmas to get it mended! The
+health of a great many people makes an annual visit to some mineral
+spring an absolute necessity; but, my dear people, take your Bible
+along with you, and take an hour for secret prayer every day, though
+you be surrounded by guffaw and saturnalia. Keep holy the Sabbath,
+though they denounce you as a bigoted Puritan. Stand off from those
+institutions which propose to imitate on this side the water the
+iniquities of Baden-Baden. Let your moral and your immortal health
+keep pace with your physical recuperation, and remember that all the
+waters of Hathorne and sulphur and chalybeate springs can not do you
+so much good as the mineral, healing, perennial flood that breaks
+forth from the "Rock of Ages." This may be your last summer. If so,
+make it a fit vestibule of heaven.
+
+II. Another temptation around nearly all our watering-places is the
+horse-racing business. We all admire the horse. There needs to be a
+redistribution of coronets among the brute creation. For ages the lion
+has been called the king of beasts. I knock off its coronet and put
+the crown upon the horse, in every way nobler, whether in shape or
+spirit or sagacity or intelligence or affection or usefulness. He is
+semi-human, and knows how to reason on a small scale. The centaur of
+olden times, part horse and part man, seems to be a suggestion of the
+fact that the horse is something more than a beast.
+
+Job sets forth his strength, his beauty, his majesty, the panting of
+his nostril, the pawing of his hoof, and his enthusiasm for the
+battle. What Rosa Bonheur did for the cattle, and what Landseer did
+for the dog, Job, with mightier pencil, does for the horse.
+Eighty-eight times does the Bible speak of him. He comes into every
+kingly procession and into every great occasion and into every
+triumph. It is very evident that Job and David and Isaiah and Ezekiel
+and Jeremiah and John were fond of the horse. He came into much of
+their imagery. A red horse--that meant war; a black horse--that meant
+famine; a pale horse--that meant death; a white horse--that meant
+victory.
+
+As the Bible makes a favorite of the horse, the patriarch and the
+prophet and the evangelist and the apostle, stroking his sleek hide,
+and patting his rounded neck, and tenderly lifting his exquisitely
+formed hoof, and listening with a thrill to the champ of his bit, so
+all great natures in all ages have spoken of him in encomiastic terms.
+Virgil in his Georgics almost seems to plagiarize from the description
+of Job. The Duke of Wellington would not allow any one irreverently to
+touch his old war-horse, Copenhagen, on whom he had ridden fifteen
+hours without dismounting at Waterloo; and when old Copenhagen died,
+his master ordered a military salute fired over his grave. John
+Howard showed that he did not exhaust all his sympathies in pitying
+the human race, for when sick he writes home: "Has my old chaise-horse
+become sick or spoiled?"
+
+But we do not think that the speed of the horse should be cultured at
+the expense of human degradation. Horse-races, in olden times, were
+under the ban of Christian people, and in our day the same institution
+has come up under fictitious names, and it is called a "Summer
+Meeting," almost suggestive of positive religious exercises. And it is
+called an "Agricultural Fair," suggestive of everything that is
+improving in the art of farming. But under these deceptive titles are
+the same cheating and the same betting, the same drunkenness and the
+same vagabondage and the same abominations that were to be found under
+the old horse-racing system.
+
+I never knew a man yet who could give himself to the pleasures of the
+turf for a long reach of time, and not be battered in morals. They
+hook up their spanking team, and put on their sporting-cap, and light
+their cigar, and take the reins, and dash down the road to perdition.
+The great day at Saratoga, and Long Branch, and Cape May, and nearly
+all the other watering-places, is the day of the races. The hotels are
+thronged, nearly every kind of equipage is taken up at an almost
+fabulous price, and there are many respectable people mingling with
+jockeys, and gamblers, and libertines, and foul-mouthed men and flashy
+women. The bar-tender stirs up the brandy-smash. The bets run high.
+The greenhorns, supposing all is fair, put in their money soon enough
+to lose it. Three weeks before the race takes place the struggle is
+decided, and the men in the secret know on which steed to bet their
+money. The two men on the horses riding around long before arranged
+who shall beat.
+
+Leaning from the stand or from the carriage are men and women so
+absorbed in the struggle of bone and muscle and mettle that they make
+a grand harvest for the pickpockets, who carry off the pocket-books
+and portemonnaies. Men looking on see only two horses with two riders
+flying around the ring; but there is many a man on that stand whose
+honor and domestic happiness and fortune--white mane, white foot,
+white flank--are in the ring, racing with inebriety, and with fraud,
+and with profanity, and with ruin--black neck, black foot, black
+flank. Neck and neck they go in that moral Epsom.
+
+Ah, my friends, have nothing to do with horse-racing dissipations this
+summer. Long ago the English government got through looking to the
+turf for the dragoon and light-cavalry horse. They found the turf
+depreciates the stock, and it is yet worse for men. Thomas Hughes, the
+member of parliament and the author, known all the world over, hearing
+that a new turf enterprise was being started in this country, wrote a
+letter, in which he said: "Heaven help you, then; for of all the
+cankers of our old civilization there is nothing in this country
+approaching in unblushing meanness, in rascality holding its head
+high, to this belauded institution of the British turf." Another
+famous sportsman writes: "How many fine domains have been shared among
+these hosts of rapacious sharks during the last two hundred years; and
+unless the system be altered, how many more are doomed to fall into
+the same gulf!" The Duke of Hamilton, through his horse-racing
+proclivities, in three years got through his entire fortune of
+£70,000, and I will say that some of you are being undermined by it.
+With the bull-fights of Spain and the bear-baitings of the pit may the
+Lord God annihilate the infamous and accursed horse-racing of England
+and America.
+
+III. I go further, and speak of another temptation that hovers over
+the watering-places; and this is the temptation to sacrifice physical
+strength. The modern Bethesda was intended to recuperate the physical
+health; and yet how many come from the watering-places, their health
+absolutely destroyed! New York and Brooklyn idiots boasting of having
+imbibed twenty glasses of Congress water before breakfast. Families
+accustomed to going to bed at ten o'clock at night gossiping until one
+or two o'clock in the morning. Dyspeptics, usually very cautious about
+their health, mingling ice-creams, and lemons, and lobster-salads, and
+cocoa-nuts, until the gastric juices lift up all their voices of
+lamentation and protest. Delicate women and brainless young men
+chassezing themselves into vertigo and catalepsy. Thousands of men and
+women coming back from our watering-places in the autumn with the
+foundations laid for ailments that will last them all their life long.
+You know as well as I do that this is the simple truth.
+
+In the summer you say to your good health: "Good-bye, I am going to
+have a good time for a little while. I will be very glad to see you
+again in the autumn." Then in the autumn, when you are hard at work in
+your office, or store, or shop, or counting-room, Good Health will
+come and say: "Good-bye, I am going." You say: "Where are you going?"
+"Oh," says Good Health, "I am going to take a vacation!" It is a poor
+rule that will not work both ways, and your good health will leave you
+choleric and splenetic and exhausted. You coquetted with your good
+health in the summer-time, and your good health is coquetting with you
+in the winter-time. A fragment of Paul's charge to the jailer would be
+an appropriate inscription for the hotel-register in every
+watering-place: "Do thyself no harm."
+
+IV. Another temptation hovering around the watering-place is to the
+formation of hasty and life-long alliances. The watering-places are
+responsible for more of the domestic infelicities of this country than
+all the other things combined. Society is so artificial there that no
+sure judgment of character can be formed. Those who form
+companionships amid such circumstances go into a lottery where there
+are twenty blanks to one prize. In the severe tug of life you want
+more than glitter and splash. Life is not a ball-room where the music
+decides the step, and bow and prance and graceful swing of long trail
+can make up for strong common sense. You might as well go among the
+gayly painted yachts of a summer regatta to find war vessels as to go
+among the light spray of the summer watering-place to find character
+that can stand the test of the great struggle of human life. Ah, in
+the battle of life you want a stronger weapon than a lace fan or a
+croquet mallet! The load of life is so heavy that in order to draw it,
+you want a team stronger than one made up of a masculine grasshopper
+and a feminine butterfly.
+
+If there is any man in the community that excites my contempt, and
+that ought to excite the contempt of every man and woman, it is the
+soft-handed, soft-headed fop, who, perfumed until the air is actually
+sick, spends his summer in taking killing attitudes, and waving
+sentimental adieus, and talking infinitesimal nothings, and finding
+his heaven in the set of a lavender kid-glove. Boots as tight as an
+Inquisition, two hours of consummate skill exhibited in the tie of a
+flaming cravat, his conversation made up of "Ah's" and "Oh's" and
+"He-hee's." It would take five hundred of them stewed down to make a
+teaspoonful of calves-foot jelly. There is only one counterpart to
+such a man as that, and that is the frothy young woman at the
+watering-place, her conversation made up of French moonshine; what she
+has on her head only equaled by what she has on her back; useless ever
+since she was born, and to be useless until she is dead: and what they
+will do with her in the next world I do not know, except to set her
+upon the banks of the River Life for eternity to look sweet! God
+intends us to admire music and fair faces and graceful step, but amid
+the heartlessness and the inflation and the fantastic influences of
+our modern watering-places, beware how you make life-long covenants!
+
+V. Another temptation that will hover over the watering-place is that
+of baneful literature. Almost every one starting off for the summer
+takes some reading matter. It is a book out of the library or off the
+bookstand, or bought of the boy hawking books through the cars. I
+really believe there is more pestiferous trash read among the
+intelligent classes in July and August than in all the other ten
+months of the year. Men and women who at home would not be satisfied
+with a book that was not really sensible, I found sitting on
+hotel-piazzas or under the trees reading books the index of which
+would make them blush if they knew that you knew what the book was.
+
+"Oh," they say, "you must have intellectual recreation!" Yes. There is
+no need that you take along into a watering-place "Hamilton's
+Metaphysics" or some thunderous discourse on the eternal decrees, or
+"Faraday's Philosophy." There are many easy books that are good. You
+might as well say: "I propose now to give a little rest to my
+digestive organs; and, instead of eating heavy meat and vegetables, I
+will for a little while take lighter food--a little strychnine and a
+few grains of ratsbane." Literary poison in August is as bad as
+literary poison in December. Mark that. Do not let the frogs and the
+lice of a corrupt printing-press jump and crawl into your Saratoga
+trunk or White Mountain valise.
+
+Would it not be an awful thing for you to be struck with lightning
+some day when you had in your hand one of these paper-covered
+romances--the hero a Parisian _roué_, the heroine an unprincipled
+flirt--chapters in the book that you would not read to your children
+at the rate of $100 a line? Throw out all that stuff from your summer
+baggage. Are there not good books that are easy to read--books of
+entertaining travel, books of congenial history, books of pure fun,
+books of poetry ringing with merry canto, books of fine engravings,
+books that will rest the mind as well as purify the heart and elevate
+the whole life? My hearers, there will not be an hour between this
+and the day of your death when you can afford to read a book lacking
+in moral principle.
+
+VI. Another temptation hovering all around our watering-places is the
+intoxicating beverage. I am told that it is becoming more and more
+fashionable for woman to drink. I care not how well a woman may dress,
+if she has taken enough of wine to flush her cheek and put glassiness
+on her eyes, she is intoxicated. She may be handed into a $2500
+carriage, and have diamonds enough to confound the Tiffanys--she is
+intoxicated. She may be a graduate of Packer Institute, and the
+daughter of some man in danger of being nominated for the
+Presidency--she is drunk. You may have a larger vocabulary than I
+have, and you may say in regard to her that she is "convivial," or she
+is "merry," or she is "festive," or she is "exhilarated," but you can
+not with all your garlands of verbiage cover up the plain fact that it
+is an old-fashioned case of drunk.
+
+Now, the watering-places are full of temptations to men and women to
+tipple. At the close of the tenpin or billiard-game they tipple. At
+the close of the cotillon they tipple. Seated on the piazza cooling
+themselves off they tipple. The tinged glasses come around with bright
+straws, and they tipple. First they take "light wines," as they call
+them; but "light wines" are heavy enough to debase the appetite. There
+is not a very long road between champagne at $5 a bottle and whiskey
+at five cents a glass.
+
+Satan has three or four grades down which he takes men to destruction.
+One man he takes up, and through one spree pitches him into eternal
+darkness. That is a rare case. Very seldom, indeed, can you find a man
+who will be such a fool as that.
+
+When a man goes down to destruction Satan brings him to a plane. It is
+almost a level. The depression is so slight that you can hardly see
+it. The man does not actually know that he is on the down grade, and
+it tips only a little toward darkness--just a little. And the first
+mile it is claret, and the second mile it is sherry, and the third
+mile it is punch, and the fourth mile it is ale, and the fifth mile it
+is porter, and the sixth mile it is brandy, and then it gets steeper
+and steeper and steeper, and the man gets frightened and says, "Oh,
+let me get off!" "No," says the conductor, "this is an express train,
+and it does not stop until it gets to the Grand Central Depot at
+Smashupton." Ah, "look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it
+giveth its color in the cup, when it moveth itself aright. At the last
+it biteth like a serpent and stingeth like an adder." And if any young
+man in my congregation should get astray this summer in this direction
+it will not be because I have not given him fair warning.
+
+My friends, whether you tarry at home--which will be quite as safe and
+perhaps quite as comfortable--or go into the country, arm yourself
+against temptation. The grace of God is the only safe shelter, whether
+in town or country. There are watering-places accessible to all of us.
+You can not open a book of the Bible without finding out some such
+watering-place. Fountains open for sin and uncleanliness; wells of
+salvation; streams from Lebanon; a flood struck out of the rock by
+Moses; fountains in the wilderness discovered by Hagar; water to
+drink and water to bathe in; the river of God, which is full of water;
+water of which if a man drink he shall never thirst; wells of water in
+the Valley of Baca; living fountains of water; a pure river of water
+as clear as crystal from under the throne of God.
+
+These are watering-places accessible to all of us. We do not have a
+laborious packing up before we start--only the throwing away of our
+transgressions. No expensive hotel bills to pay; it is "without money
+and without price." No long and dirty travel before we get there; it
+is only one step away. California in five minutes. I walked around and
+saw ten fountains, all bubbling up, and they were all different. And
+in five minutes I can get through this Bible _parterre_ and find you
+fifty bright, sparkling fountains bubbling up into eternal life.
+
+A chemist will go to one of these summer watering-places and take the
+water and analyze it and tell you that it contains so much of iron,
+and so much of soda, and so much of lime, and so much of magnesia. I
+come to this Gospel well, this living fountain and analyze the water,
+and I find that its ingredients are peace, pardon, forgiveness, hope,
+comfort, life, heaven. "Ho, every one that thirsteth, come ye" to this
+watering-place!
+
+Crowd around this Bethesda this morning! Oh, you sick, you lame, you
+troubled, you dying--crowd around this Bethesda! Step in it! Oh, step
+in it! The angel of the covenant this morning stirs the water. Why do
+you not step in it? Some of you are too weak to take a step in that
+direction. Then we take you up in the arms of our closing prayer and
+plunge you clean under the wave, hoping that the cure may be as sudden
+and as radical as with Captain Naaman, who, blotched and carbuncled,
+stepped into the Jordan, and after the seventh dive came up, his skin
+roseate-complexioned as the flesh of a little child.
+
+
+
+
+THE BANISHED QUEEN.
+
+ "Also Vashti the queen made a feast for the women in the royal
+ house which belonged to King Ahasuerus. On the seventh day
+ when the heart of the king was merry with wine, he commanded
+ Mehuman, Biztha, Harbona, Bigtha, and Abagtha, Zethar, and
+ Carcas, the seven chamberlains that served in the presence of
+ Ahasuerus the king, to bring Vashti the queen before the king
+ with the crown royal, to show the people and the princes her
+ beauty: for she was fair to look on. But the Queen Vashti
+ refused to come at the king's commandment by his chamberlains;
+ therefore was the king very wroth, and his anger burned in
+ him."--ESTHER i: 9-12.
+
+
+We stand amid the palaces of Shushan. The pinnacles are aflame with
+the morning light. The columns rise festooned and wreathed, the wealth
+of empires flashing from the grooves; the ceilings adorned with images
+of bird and beast, and scenes of prowess and conquest. The walls are
+hung with shields, and emblazoned until it seems that the whole round
+of splendors is exhausted. Each arch is a mighty leaf of architectural
+achievement. Golden stars shining down on glowing arabesque. Hangings
+of embroidered work in which mingle the blueness of the sky, the
+greenness of the grass, and the whiteness of the sea-foam. Tapestries
+hung on silver rings, wedding together the pillars of marble.
+Pavilions reaching out in every direction. These for repose, filled
+with luxuriant couches, in which weary limbs sink until all fatigue is
+submerged. Those for carousal, where kings drink down a kingdom at one
+swallow.
+
+Amazing spectacle!
+
+Light of silver dripping down over stairs of ivory on shields of gold.
+Floors of stained marble, sunset red and night black, and inlaid with
+gleaming pearl.
+
+In connection with this palace there is a garden, where the mighty men
+of foreign lands are seated at a banquet. Under the spread of oak and
+linden and acacia the tables are arranged. The breath of honeysuckle
+and frankincense fills the air. Fountains leap up into the light, the
+spray struck through with rainbows falling in crystalline baptism upon
+flowering shrubs--then rolling down through channels of marble, and
+widening out here and there into pools swirling with the finny tribes
+of foreign aquariums, bordered with scarlet anemones, hypericums, and
+many-colored ranunculi.
+
+Meats of rarest bird and beast smoking up amid wreaths of aromatics.
+The vases filled with apricots and almonds. The baskets piled up with
+apricots and figs and oranges and pomegranates. Melons tastefully
+twined with leaves of acacia. The bright waters of Eulæus filling the
+urns and dropping outside the rim in flashing beads amid the
+traceries. Wine from the royal vats of Ispahan and Shiraz, in bottles
+of tinged shell, and lily-shaped cups of silver, and flagons and
+tankards of solid gold. The music rises higher, and the revelry breaks
+out into wilder transport, and the wine has flushed the cheek and
+touched the brain, and louder than all other voices are the hiccough
+of the inebriates, the gabble of fools, and the song of the drunkards.
+
+In another part of the palace, Queen Vashti is entertaining the
+princesses of Persia at a banquet. Drunken Ahasuerus says to his
+servants, "You go out and fetch Vashti from, that banquet with the
+women, and bring her to this banquet with the men, and let me display
+her beauty." The servants immediately start to obey the king's
+command; but there was a rule in Oriental society that no woman might
+appear in public without having her face veiled. Yet here was a
+mandate that no one dare dispute, demanding that Vashti come in
+unveiled before the multitude. However, there was in Vashti's soul a
+principle more regal than Ahasuerus, more brilliant than the gold of
+Shushan, of more wealth than the realm of Persia, which commanded her
+to disobey this order of the king; and so all the righteousness and
+holiness and modesty of her nature rise up into one sublime refusal.
+She says, "I will not go into the banquet unveiled." Ahasuerus was
+infuriate; and Vashti, robbed of her position and her estate, is
+driven forth in poverty and ruin to suffer the scorn of a nation, and
+yet to receive the applause of after generations, who shall rise up to
+admire this martyr to kingly insolence. Well, the last vestige of that
+feast is gone; the last garland has faded; the last arch has fallen;
+the last tankard has been destroyed; and Shushan is a ruin; but as
+long as the world stands there will be multitudes of men and women,
+familiar with the Bible, who will come into this picture-gallery of
+God and admire the divine portrait of Vashti the queen, Vashti the
+veiled, Vashti the sacrifice, Vashti the silent.
+
+I. In the first place, I want you to look upon Vashti the queen. A
+blue ribbon, rayed with white, drawn around her forehead, indicated
+her queenly position. It was no small honor to be queen in such a
+realm as that. Hark to the rustle of her robes! See the blaze of her
+jewels! And yet, my friends, it is not necessary to have place and
+regal robe in order to be queenly. When I see a woman with stout faith
+in God, putting her foot upon all meanness and selfishness and godless
+display, going right forward to serve Christ and the race by a grand
+and a glorious service, I say: "That woman is a queen," and the ranks
+of heaven look over the battlements upon the coronation; and whether
+she comes up from the shanty on the commons or the mansion of the
+fashionable square, I greet her with the shout, "All hail, Queen
+Vashti!"
+
+What glory was there on the brow of Mary of Scotland, or Elizabeth of
+England, or Margaret of France, or Catherine of Russia, compared with
+the worth of some of our Christian mothers, many of them gone into
+glory?--or of that woman mentioned in the Scriptures, who put her all
+into the Lord's treasury?--or of Jephtha's daughter, who made a
+demonstration of unselfish patriotism?--or of Abigail, who rescued the
+herds and flocks of her husband?--or of Ruth, who toiled under a
+tropical sun for poor, old, helpless Naomi?--or of Florence
+Nightingale, who went at midnight to stanch the battle wounds of the
+Crimea?--or of Mrs. Adoniram Judson, who kindled the lights of
+salvation amid the darkness of Burmah?--or of Mrs. Hemans, who poured
+out her holy soul in words which will forever be associated with
+hunter's horn, and captive's chain, and bridal hour, and lute's throb,
+and curfew's knell at the dying day?--and scores and hundreds of
+women, unknown on earth, who have given water to the thirsty, and
+bread to the hungry, and medicine to the sick, and smiles to the
+discouraged--their footsteps heard along dark lane and in government
+hospital, and in almshouse corridor, and by prison gate? There may be
+no royal robe--there may be no palatial surroundings. She does not
+need them; for all charitable men will unite with the crackling lips
+of fever-struck hospital and plague-blotched lazaretto in greeting her
+as she passes: "Hail! Hail! Queen Vashti!"
+
+II. Again, I want you to consider Vashti the veiled. Had she appeared
+before Ahasuerus and his court on that day with her face uncovered she
+would have shocked all the delicacies of Oriental society, and the
+very men who in their intoxication demanded that she come, in their
+sober moments would have despised her. As some flowers seem to thrive
+best in the dark lane and in the shadow, and where the sun does not
+seem to reach them, so God appoints to most womanly natures a retiring
+and unobtrusive spirit.
+
+God once in awhile does call an Isabella to a throne, or a Miriam to
+strike the timbrel at the front of a host, or a Marie Antoinette to
+quell a French mob, or a Deborah to stand at the front of an armed
+battalion, crying out, "Up! Up! This is the day in which the Lord will
+deliver Sisera into thy hands." And when the women are called to such
+out-door work and to such heroic positions, God prepares them for it;
+and they have iron in their soul, and lightnings in their eye, and
+whirlwinds in their breath, and the borrowed strength of the Lord
+Omnipotent in their right arm. They walk through furnaces as though
+they were hedges of wild-flowers, and cross seas as though they were
+shimmering sapphire; and all the harpies of hell down to their dungeon
+at the stamp of womanly indignation.
+
+But these are the exceptions. Generally, Dorcas would rather make a
+garment for the poor boy; Rebecca would rather fill the trough for the
+camels; Hannah would rather make a coat for Samuel; the Hebrew maid
+would rather give a prescription for Naaman's leprosy; the woman of
+Sarepta would rather gather a few sticks to cook a meal for famished
+Elijah; Phebe would rather carry a letter for the inspired apostle;
+Mother Lois would rather educate Timothy in the Scriptures. When I see
+a woman going about her daily duty, with cheerful dignity presiding at
+the table, with kind and gentle, but firm discipline presiding in the
+nursery, going out into the world without any blast of trumpets,
+following in the footsteps of Him who went about doing good--I say:
+"This is Vashti with a veil on."
+
+But when I see a woman of unblushing boldness, loud-voiced, with a
+tongue of infinite clitter-clatter, with arrogant look, passing
+through the streets with the step of a walking-beam, gayly arrayed in
+a very hurricane of millinery, I cry out: "Vashti has lost her veil!"
+When I see a woman struggling for political preferment--trying to
+force her way on up to the ballot-box, amid the masculine demagogues
+who stand, with swollen fists and bloodshot eyes and pestiferous
+breath, to guard the polls--wanting to go through the loaferism and
+the defilement of popular sovereigns, who crawl up from the saloons
+greasy and foul and vermin-covered, to decide questions of justice and
+order and civilization--when I see a woman, I say, who wants to press
+through all that horrible scum to get to the ballot-box, I say: "Ah,
+what a pity! Vashti has lost her veil!"
+
+When I see a woman of comely features, and of adroitness of intellect,
+and endowed with all that the schools can do for one, and of high
+social position, yet moving in society with superciliousness and
+_hauteur_, as though she would have people know their place, and with
+an undefined combination of giggle and strut and rhodomontade, endowed
+with allopathic quantities of talk, but only homeopathic
+infinitesimals of sense, the terror of dry-goods clerks and railroad
+conductors, discoverers of significant meanings in plain conversation,
+prodigies of badinage and innuendo--I say: "Vashti has lost her veil."
+
+III. Again, I want you this morning to consider Vashti the sacrifice.
+Who is this that I see coming out of that palace gate of Shushan? It
+seems to me that I have seen her before. She comes homeless,
+houseless, friendless, trudging along with a broken heart. Who is she?
+It is Vashti the sacrifice. Oh! what a change it was from regal
+position to a wayfarer's crust! A little while ago, approved and
+sought for; now, none so poor as to acknowledge her acquaintanceship.
+Vashti the sacrifice!
+
+Ah! you and I have seen it many a time. Here is a home empalaced with
+beauty. All that refinement and books and wealth can do for that home
+has been done; but Ahasuerus, the husband and the father, is taking
+hold on paths of sin. He is gradually going down. After awhile he will
+flounder and struggle like a wild beast in the hunter's net--further
+away from God, further away from the right. Soon the bright apparel of
+the children will turn to rags; soon the household song will become
+the sobbing of a broken heart. The old story over again. Brutal
+Centaurs breaking up the marriage feast of Lapithæ. The house full of
+outrage and cruelty and abomination, while trudging forth from the
+palace gate are Vashti and her children. There are homes represented
+in this house this morning that are in danger of such breaking-up. Oh,
+Ahasuerus! that you should stand in a home, by a dissipated life
+destroying the peace and comfort of that home. God forbid that your
+children should ever have to wring their hands, and have people point
+their finger at them as they pass down the street, and say, "There
+goes a drunkard's child." God forbid that the little feet should ever
+have to trudge the path of poverty and wretchedness! God forbid that
+any evil spirit born of the wine-cup or the brandy-glass should come
+forth and uproot that garden, and with a lasting, blistering,
+all-consuming curse, shut forever the palace gate against Vashti and
+the children.
+
+One night during the war I went to Hagerstown to look at the army, and
+I stood on a hill-top and looked down upon them. I saw the camp-fires
+all through the valleys and all over the hills. It was a weird
+spectacle, those camp-fires, and I stood and watched them; and the
+soldiers who were gathered around them were, no doubt, talking of
+their homes, and of the long march they had taken, and of the battles
+they were to fight; but after awhile I saw these camp-fires begin to
+lower; and they continued to lower, until they were all gone out, and
+the army slept. It was imposing when I saw the camp-fires; it was
+imposing in the darkness when I thought of that great host asleep.
+Well, God looks down from heaven, and He sees the fireside of
+Christendom and the loved ones gathered around these firesides. These
+are the camp-fires where we warm ourselves at the close of day, and
+talk over the battles of life we have fought and the battles that are
+yet to come. God grant that when at last these fires begin to go out,
+and continue to lower until finally they are extinguished, and the
+ashes of consumed hopes strew the hearth of the old homestead, it may
+be because we have
+
+ "Gone to sleep that last long sleep,
+ From which none ever wake to weep."
+
+Now we are an army on the march of life. Then we shall be an army
+bivouacked in the tent of the grave.
+
+IV. Once more: I want you to look at Vashti the silent. You do not
+hear any outcry from this woman as she goes forth from the palace
+gate. From the very dignity of her nature, you know there will be no
+vociferation. Sometimes in life it is necessary to make a retort;
+sometimes in life it is necessary to resist; but there are crises when
+the most triumphant thing to do is to keep silence. The philosopher,
+confident in his newly discovered principle, waited for the coming of
+more intelligent generations, willing that men should laugh at the
+lightning-rod and cotton-gin and steam-boat--waiting for long years
+through the scoffing of philosophical schools, in grand and
+magnificent silence.
+
+Galileo, condemned by mathematicians and monks and cardinals,
+caricatured everywhere, yet waiting and watching with his telescope to
+see the coming up of stellar reenforcements, when the stars in their
+courses would fight for the Copernican system; then sitting down in
+complete blindness and deafness to wait for the coming on of the
+generations who would build his monument and bow at his grave. The
+reformer, execrated by his contemporaries, fastened in a pillory, the
+slow fires of public contempt burning under him, ground under the
+cylinders of the printing-press, yet calmly waiting for the day when
+purity of soul and heroism of character will get the sanction of earth
+and the plaudits of heaven.
+
+Affliction enduring without any complaint the sharpness of the pang,
+and the violence of the storm, and the heft of the chain, and the
+darkness of the night--waiting until a Divine hand shall be put forth
+to soothe the pang, and hush the storm, and release the captive. A
+wife abused, persecuted, and a perpetual exile from every earthly
+comfort--waiting, waiting, until the Lord shall gather up His dear
+children in a heavenly home, and no poor Vashti will ever be thrust
+out from the palace gate.
+
+Jesus, in silence and answering not a word, drinking the gall, bearing
+the cross, in prospect of the rapturous consummation when
+
+ "Angels thronged their chariot wheel,
+ And bore Him to His throne,
+ Then swept their golden harps and sung,
+ 'The glorious work is done!'"
+
+Oh, woman! does not this story of Vashti the queen, Vashti the veiled,
+Vashti the sacrifice, Vashti the silent, move your soul? My sermon
+converges into the one absorbing hope that none of you may be shut out
+of the palace gate of heaven. You can endure the hardships, and the
+privations, and the cruelties, and the misfortunes of this life if you
+can only gain admission there. Through the blood of the everlasting
+covenant you go through those gates, or never go at all. God forbid
+that you should at last be banished from the society of angels, and
+banished from the companionship of your glorified kindred, and
+banished forever. Through the rich grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, may
+you be enabled to imitate the example of Rachel, and Hannah, and
+Abigail, and Deborah, and Mary, and Esther, and Vashti.
+
+
+
+
+THE DAY WE LIVE IN.
+
+ "Who knoweth whether thou art come to the kingdom for such a
+ time as this?"--ESTHER iv. 14.
+
+
+Esther the beautiful was the wife of Ahasuerus the abominable. The
+time had come for her to present a petition to her infamous husband in
+behalf of the Jewish nation, to which she had once belonged. She was
+afraid to undertake the work, lest she should lose her own life; but
+her uncle, Mordecai, who had brought her up, encouraged her with the
+suggestion that probably she had been raised up of God for that
+peculiar mission. "Who knoweth whether thou art come to the kingdom
+for such a time as this?" Esther had her God-appointed work; you and I
+have ours. It is my business to tell you what style of men and women
+you ought to be in order that you meet the demand of the age in which
+God has cast your lot. If you have come expecting to hear abstractions
+discussed, or dry technicalities of religion glorified, you have come
+to the wrong church; but if you really would like to know what this
+age has a right to expect of you as Christian men and women, then I am
+ready in the Lord's name to look you in the face. When two armies have
+rushed into battle the officers of either army do not want a
+philosophical discussion about the chemical properties of human blood
+or the nature of gunpowder; they want some one to man the batteries
+and swab out the guns. And now, when all the forces of light and
+darkness, of heaven and hell, have plunged into the fight, it is no
+time to give ourselves to the definitions and formulas and
+technicalities and conventionalities of religion.
+
+What we want is practical, earnest, concentrated, enthusiastic, and
+triumphant help.
+
+I. In the first place, in order to meet the special demand of this
+age, you need to be an unmistakably aggressive Christian. Of
+half-and-half Christians we do not want any more. The Church of Jesus
+Christ will be better without ten thousand of them. They are the chief
+obstacle to the Church's advancement. I am speaking of another kind of
+Christian. All the appliances for your becoming an earnest Christian
+are at your hand, and there is a straight path for you into the broad
+daylight of God's forgiveness. You may have come into this Tabernacle
+the bondsmen of the world, and yet before you go out of these doors
+you may become princes of the Lord God Almighty. You remember what
+excitement there was in this country, years ago, when the Prince of
+Wales came here--how the people rushed out by hundreds of thousands to
+see him. Why? Because they expected that some day he would sit upon
+the throne of England. But what was all that honor compared with the
+honor to which God calls you--to be sons and daughters of the Lord
+Almighty; yea, to be queens and kings unto God? "They shall reign with
+Him forever and forever."
+
+But, my friends, you need to be aggressive Christians, and not like
+those persons who spend their lives in hugging their Christian graces
+and wondering why they do not make any progress. How much robustness
+of health would a man have if he hid himself in a dark closet? A great
+deal of the piety of the day is too exclusive. It hides itself. It
+needs more fresh air, more out-door exercise. There are many
+Christians who are giving their entire life to self-examination. They
+are feeling their pulses to see what is the condition of their
+spiritual health. How long would a man have robust physical health if
+he kept all the days and weeks and months and years of his life
+feeling his pulse instead of going out into active, earnest, every-day
+work?
+
+I was once amid the wonderful, bewitching cactus growths of North
+Carolina. I never was more bewildered with the beauty of flowers, and
+yet when I would take up one of these cactuses and pull the leaves
+apart, the beauty was all gone. You could hardly tell that it had ever
+been a flower. And there are a great many Christian people in this day
+just pulling apart their Christian experiences to see what there is in
+them, and there is nothing left in them. This style of
+self-examination is a damage instead of an advantage to their
+Christian character. I remember when I was a boy I used to have a
+small piece in the garden that I called my own, and I planted corn
+there, and every few days I would pull it up to see how fast it was
+growing. Now, there are a great many Christian people in this day
+whose self-examination merely amounts to the pulling up of that which
+they only yesterday or the day before planted.
+
+O my friends! if you want to have a stalwart Christian character,
+plant it right out of doors in the great field of Christian
+usefulness, and though storms may come upon it, and though the hot sun
+of trial may try to consume it, it will thrive until it becomes a
+great tree, in which the fowls of heaven may have their habitation. I
+have no patience with these flower-pot Christians. They keep
+themselves under shelter, and all their Christian experience in a
+small, exclusive circle, when they ought to plant it in the great
+garden of the Lord, so that the whole atmosphere could be aromatic
+with their Christian usefulness. What we want in the Church of God is
+more brawn of piety.
+
+The century plant is wonderfully suggestive and wonderfully beautiful,
+but I never look at it without thinking of its parsimony. It lets
+whole generations go by before it puts forth one blossom; so I have
+really more heartfelt admiration when I see the dewy tears in the blue
+eyes of the violets, for they come every spring. My Christian friends,
+time is going by so rapidly that we can not afford to be idle.
+
+A recent statistician says that human life now has an average of only
+thirty-two years. From these thirty-two years you must subtract all
+the time you take for sleep and the taking of food and recreation;
+that will leave you about sixteen years. From those sixteen years you
+must subtract all the time that you are necessarily engaged in the
+earning of a livelihood; that will leave you about eight years. From
+those eight years you must take all the days and weeks and months--all
+the length of time that is passed in childhood and sickness, leaving
+you about one year in which to work for God. Oh, my soul, wake up!
+How darest thou sleep in harvest-time and with so few hours in which
+to reap? So that I state it as a simple fact that all the time that
+the vast majority of you will have for the exclusive service of God
+will be less than one year!
+
+"But," says some man, "I liberally support the Gospel, and the church
+is open and the Gospel is preached: all the spiritual advantages are
+spread before men, and if they want to be saved, let them come to be
+saved; I have discharged all my responsibility." Ah! is that the
+Master's spirit? Is there not an old Book somewhere that commands us
+to go out into the highways and the hedges and compel the people to
+come in? What would have become of you and me if Christ had not come
+down off the hills of heaven, and if He had not come through the door
+of the Bethlehem caravansary, and if He had not with the crushed hand
+of the crucifixion knocked at the iron gate of the sepulcher of our
+spiritual death, crying, "Lazarus, come forth"? Oh, my Christian
+friends, this is no time for inertia, when all the forces of darkness
+seem to be in full blast; when steam printing-presses are publishing
+infidel tracts; when express railroad trains are carrying messengers
+of sin; when fast clippers are laden with opium and rum; when the
+night-air of our cities is polluted with the laughter that breaks up
+from the ten thousand saloons of dissipation and abandonment; when the
+fires of the second death already are kindled in the cheeks of some
+who, only a little while ago, were incorrupt. Oh, never since the
+curse fell upon the earth has there been a time when it was such an
+unwise, such a cruel, such an awful thing for the Church to sleep!
+The great audiences are not gathered in the Christian churches; the
+great audiences are gathered in temples of sin--tears of unutterable
+woe their baptism, the blood of crushed hearts the awful wine of their
+sacrament, blasphemies their litany, and the groans of the lost world
+the organ dirge of their worship.
+
+II. Again, if you want to be qualified to meet the duties which this
+age demands of you, you must on the one hand avoid reckless
+iconoclasm, and on the other hand not stick too much to things because
+they are old. The air is full of new plans, new projects, new theories
+of government, new theologies, and I am amazed to see how so many
+Christians want only novelty in order to recommend a thing to their
+confidence; and so they vacillate and swing to and fro, and they are
+useless, and they are unhappy. New plans--secular, ethical,
+philosophical, religious, cisatlantic, transatlantic--long enough to
+make a line reaching from the German universities to Great Salt Lake
+City. Ah, my brother, do not take hold of a thing merely because it is
+new. Try it by the realities of a Judgment Day.
+
+But, on the other hand, do not adhere to any thing merely because it
+is old. There is not a single enterprise of the Church or the world
+but has sometimes been scoffed at. There was a time when men derided
+even Bible societies; and when a few young men met near a hay-stack in
+Massachusetts and organized the first missionary society ever
+organized in this country, there went laughter and ridicule all around
+the Christian Church. They said the undertaking was preposterous. And
+so also the work of Jesus Christ was assailed. People cried out, "Who
+ever heard of such theories of ethics and government? Who ever
+noticed such a style of preaching as Jesus has?" Ezekiel had talked of
+mysterious wings and wheels. Here came a man from Capernaum and
+Gennesaret, and he drew his illustration from the lakes, from the
+sand, from the ravine, from the lilies, from the corn-stalks. How the
+Pharisees scoffed! How Herod derided! How Caiaphas hissed! And this
+Jesus they plucked by the beard, and they spat in his face, and they
+called him "this fellow!" All the great enterprises in and out of the
+Church have at times been scoffed at, and there have been a great
+multitude who have thought that the chariot of God's truth would fall
+to pieces if it once got out of the old rut.
+
+And so there are those who have no patience with anything like
+improvement in church architecture, or with anything like good,
+hearty, earnest church singing, and they deride any form of religious
+discussion which goes down walking among every-day men rather than
+that which makes an excursion on rhetorical stilts. Oh, that the
+Church of God would wake up to an adaptability of work! We must admit
+the simple fact that the churches of Jesus Christ in this day do not
+reach the great masses. There are fifty thousand people in Edinburgh
+who never hear the Gospel. There are one million people in London who
+never hear the Gospel. There are at least three hundred thousand souls
+in the city of Brooklyn who come not under the immediate ministrations
+of Christ's truth; and the Church of God in this day, instead of being
+a place full of living epistles, read and known of all men, is more
+like a "dead-letter" post-office.
+
+"But," say the people, "the world is going to be converted; you must
+be patient; the kingdoms of this world are to become the kingdoms of
+Christ," Never, unless the Church of Jesus Christ puts on more speed
+and energy. Instead of the Church converting the world, the world is
+converting the Church. Here is a great fortress. How shall it be
+taken? An army comes and sits around about it, cuts off the supplies,
+and says: "Now we will just wait until from exhaustion and starvation
+they will have to give up." Weeks and months, and perhaps a year, pass
+along, and finally the fortress surrenders through that starvation and
+exhaustion. But, my friends, the fortresses of sin are never to be
+taken in that way. If they are taken for God it will be by storm; you
+will have to bring up the great siege guns of the Gospel to the very
+wall and wheel the flying artillery into line, and when the armed
+infantry of heaven shall confront the battlements you will have to
+give the quick command, "Forward! Charge!"
+
+Ah, my friends, there is work for you to do and for me to do in order
+to this grand accomplishment! Here is my pulpit, and I preach in it.
+Your pulpit is the bank. Your pulpit is the store. Your pulpit is the
+editorial chair. Your pulpit is the anvil. Your pulpit is the house
+scaffolding. Your pulpit is the mechanic's shop. I may stand in this
+place and, through cowardice or through self-seeking, may keep back
+the word I ought to utter; while you, with sleeve rolled up and brow
+besweated with toil, may utter the word that will jar the foundations
+of heaven with the shout of a great victory. Oh, that this morning
+this whole audience might feel that the Lord Almighty was putting upon
+them the hands of ordination. I tell you, every one, go forth and
+preach this gospel. You have as much right to preach as I have, or as
+any man has. Only find out the pulpit where God will have you preach,
+and there preach.
+
+Hedley Vicars was a wicked man in the English army. The grace of God
+came to him. He became an earnest and eminent Christian. They scoffed
+at him, and said: "You are a hypocrite; you are as bad as ever you
+were." Still he kept his faith in Christ, and after awhile, finding
+that they could not turn him aside by calling him a hypocrite, they
+said to him: "Oh, you are nothing but a Methodist." That did not
+disturb him. He went on performing his Christian duty until he had
+formed all his troop into a Bible-class, and the whole encampment was
+shaken with the presence of God. So Havelock went into the heathen
+temple in India while the English army was there, and put a candle
+into the hand of each of the heathen gods that stood around in the
+heathen temple, and by the light of those candles, held up by the
+idols, General Havelock preached righteousness, temperance, and
+judgment to come. And who will say, on earth or in Heaven, that
+Havelock had not the right to preach?
+
+In the minister's house where I prepared for college, there was a man
+who worked, by the name of Peter Croy. He could neither read nor
+write, but he was a man of God. Often theologians would stop in the
+house--grave theologians--and at family prayers Peter Croy would be
+called upon to lead; and all those wise men sat around, wonder-struck
+at his religious efficiency. When he prayed he reached up and seemed
+to take hold of the very throne of the Almighty, and he talked with
+God until the very heavens were bowed down into the sitting-room. Oh,
+if I were dying I would rather have plain Peter Croy kneel by my
+bedside and commend my immortal spirit to God than the greatest
+archbishop, arrayed in costly canonicals. Go preach this Gospel. You
+say you are not licensed. In the name of the Lord Almighty, this
+morning, I license you. Go preach this Gospel--preach it in the
+Sabbath-schools, in the prayer-meetings, in the highways, in the
+hedges. Woe be unto you if you preach it not.
+
+III. I remark, again, that in order to be qualified to meet your duty
+in this particular age you want unbounded faith in the triumph of the
+truth and the overthrow of wickedness. How dare the Christian Church
+ever get discouraged? Have we not the Lord Almighty on our side? How
+long did it take God to slay the hosts of Sennacherib or burn Sodom or
+shake down Jericho? How long will it take God, when He once arises in
+His strength, to overthrow all the forces of iniquity? Between this
+time and that there may be long seasons of darkness--the
+chariot-wheels of God's Gospel may seem to drag heavily; but here is
+the promise, and yonder is the throne; and when Omniscience has lost
+its eyesight, and Omnipotence falls back impotent, and Jehovah is
+driven from His throne, then the Church of Jesus Christ can afford to
+be despondent, but never until then. Despots may plan and armies may
+march, and the congresses of the nations may seem to think they are
+adjusting all the affairs of the world, but the mighty men of the
+earth are only the dust of the chariot-wheels of God's providence.
+
+I think that before the sun of this century shall set the last tyranny
+will fall, and with a splendor of demonstration that shall be the
+astonishment of the universe God will set forth the brightness and
+pomp and glory and perpetuity of His eternal government. Out of the
+starry flags and the emblazoned insignia of this world God will make a
+path for His own triumph, and, returning from universal conquest, He
+will sit down, the grandest, strongest, highest throne of earth His
+footstool.
+
+ "Then shall all nations' song ascend
+ To Thee, our Ruler, Father, Friend,
+ Till heaven's high arch resounds again
+ With 'Peace on earth, good will to men.'"
+
+I preach this sermon because I want to encourage all Christian workers
+in every possible department. Hosts of the living God, march on! march
+on! His Spirit will bless you. His shield will defend you. His sword
+will strike for you. March on! march on! The despotism will fall, and
+paganism will burn its idols, and Mohammedanism will give up its false
+prophet, and Judaism will confess the true Messiah, and the great
+walls of superstition will come down in thunder and wreck at the long,
+loud blast of the Gospel trumpet. March on! march on! The besiegement
+will soon be ended. Only a few more steps on the long way; only a few
+more sturdy blows; only a few more battle cries, then God will put the
+laurel upon your brow, and from the living fountains of heaven will
+bathe off the sweat and the heat and the dust of the conflict. March
+on! march on! For you the time for work will soon be passed, and amid
+the outflashings of the judgment throne, and the trumpeting of
+resurrection angels, and the upheaving of a world of graves, and the
+hosanna and the groaning of the saved and the lost, we shall be
+rewarded for our faithfulness or punished for our stupidity. Blessed
+be the Lord God of Israel from everlasting to everlasting, and let the
+whole earth be filled with His glory. Amen and Amen.
+
+
+
+
+CAPITAL AND LABOR.
+
+ "Whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so
+ to them."--MATT. vii: 12.
+
+
+The greatest war the world has ever seen is between capital and labor.
+The strife is not like that which in history is called the Thirty
+Years' War, for it is a war of centuries, it is a war of the five
+continents, it is a war hemispheric. The middle classes in this
+country, upon whom the nation has depended for holding the balance of
+power and for acting as mediators between the two extremes, are
+diminishing; and if things go on at the same ratio as they are now
+going, it will not be very long before there will be no middle class
+in this country, but all will be very rich or very poor, princes or
+paupers, and the country will be given up to palaces and hovels.
+
+The antagonistic forces are closing in upon each other. The
+telegraphic operators' strikes, the railroad employés' strikes, the
+Pennsylvania miners' strikes, the movements of the Boycotters and the
+dynamiters are only skirmishes before a general engagement, or, if you
+prefer it, escapes through the safety-valves of an imprisoned force
+which promises the explosion of society. You may pooh-pooh it; you may
+say that this trouble, like an angry child, will cry itself to sleep;
+you may belittle it by calling it Fourierism, or Socialism, or St.
+Simonism, or Nihilism, or Communism; but that will not hinder the fact
+that it is the mightiest, the darkest, the most terrific threat of
+this century. All attempts at pacification have been dead failures,
+and monopoly is more arrogant, and the trades unions more bitter.
+"Give us more wages," cry the employés. "You shall have less," say the
+capitalists. "Compel us to do fewer hours of toil in a day." "You
+shall toil more hours," say the others. "Then, under certain
+conditions, we will not work at all," say these. "Then you shall
+starve," say those, and the workmen gradually using up that which they
+accumulated in better times, unless there be some radical change, we
+shall have soon in this country three million hungry men and women.
+Now, three million hungry people can not be kept quiet. All the
+enactments of legislatures and all the constabularies of the cities,
+and all the army and navy of the United States can not keep three
+million hungry people quiet. What then? Will this war between capital
+and labor be settled by human wisdom? Never. The brow of the one
+becomes more rigid, the fist of the other more clinched.
+
+But that which human wisdom can not achieve will be accomplished by
+Christianity if it be given full sway. You have heard of medicines so
+powerful that one drop would stop a disease and restore a patient; and
+I have to tell you that one drop of my text properly administered will
+stop all those woes of society and give convalescence and complete
+health to all classes. "Whatsoever ye would that men should do to you,
+do ye even so to them."
+
+I shall first show you this morning how this quarrel between monopoly
+and hard work can not be stopped, and then I will show you how this
+controversy will be settled.
+
+Futile remedies. In the first place, there will come no pacification
+to this trouble through an outcry against rich men merely because they
+are rich. There is no member of a trades-union on earth that would not
+be rich if he could be. Sometimes through a fortunate invention, or
+through some accident of prosperity, a man who had nothing comes to
+large estate, and we see him arrogant and supercilious, and taking
+people by the throat just as other people took him by the throat.
+There is something very mean about human nature when it comes to the
+top. But it is no more a sin to be rich than it is a sin to be poor.
+There are those who have gathered a great estate through fraud, and
+then there are millionaires who have gathered their fortune through
+foresight in regard to changes in the markets, and through brilliant
+business faculty, and every dollar of their estate is as honest as the
+dollar which the plumber gets for mending a pipe, or the mason gets
+for building a wall. There are those who keep in poverty because of
+their own fault. They might have been well-off, but they smoked or
+chewed up their earnings, or they lived beyond their means, while
+others on the same wages and on the same salaries went on to
+competency. I know a man who is all the time complaining of his
+poverty and crying out against rich men, while he himself keeps two
+dogs, and chews and smokes, and is filled to the chin with whisky and
+beer!
+
+Micawber said to David Copperfield: "Copperfield, my boy, one pound
+income, twenty shillings and sixpence expenses: result misery. But,
+Copperfield, my boy, one pound income, expenses nineteen shillings and
+sixpence; result, happiness." And there are vast multitudes of people
+who are kept poor because they are the victims of their own
+improvidence. It is no sin to be rich, and it is no sin to be poor. I
+protest against this outcry which I hear against those who, through
+economy and self-denial and assiduity, have come to large fortune.
+This bombardment of commercial success will never stop this quarrel
+between capital and labor.
+
+Neither will the contest be settled by cynical and unsympathetic
+treatment of the laboring classes. There are those who speak of them
+as though they were only cattle or draught horses. Their nerves are
+nothing, their domestic comfort is nothing, their happiness is
+nothing. They have no more sympathy for them than a hound has for a
+hare, or a hawk for a hen, or a tiger for a calf. When Jean Valjean,
+the greatest hero of Victor Hugo's writings, after a life of suffering
+and brave endurance, goes into incarceration and death, they clap the
+book shut and say, "Good for him!" They stamp their feet with
+indignation and say just the opposite of "Save the working-classes."
+They have all their sympathies with Shylock, and not with Antonio and
+Portia. They are plutocrats, and their feelings are infernal. They are
+filled with irritation and irascibility on this subject. To stop this
+awful imbroglio between capital and labor they will lift not so much
+as the tip end of the little finger.
+
+Neither will there be any pacification of this angry controversy
+through violence. God never blessed murder.
+
+The poorest use you can put a man to is to kill him. Blow up to-morrow
+all the country-seats on the banks of the Hudson, and all the fine
+houses on Madison Square, and Brooklyn Heights, and Bunker Hill, and
+Rittenhouse Square, and Beacon Street, and all the bricks and timber
+and stone will just fall back on the bare head of American labor. The
+worst enemies of the working-classes in the United States and Ireland
+are their demented coadjutors. Assassination--the assassination of
+Lord Frederick Cavendish and Mr. Burke in Phoenix Park, Dublin,
+Ireland, in the attempt to avenge the wrongs of Ireland, only turned
+away from that afflicted people millions of sympathizers. The recent
+attempt to blow up the House of Commons, in London, had only this
+effect: to throw out of employment tens of thousands of innocent Irish
+people in England.
+
+In this country the torch put to the factories that have discharged
+hands for good or bad reason; obstructions on the rail-track in front
+of midnight express trains because the offenders do not like the
+president of the company; strikes on shipboard the hour they were
+going to sail, or in printing-offices the hour the paper was to go to
+press, or in mines the day the coal was to be delivered, or on house
+scaffoldings so the builder fails in keeping his contract--all these
+are only a hard blow on the head of American labor, and cripple its
+arms, and lame its feet, and pierce its heart. Take the last great
+strike in America--the telegraph operators' strike--and you have to
+find that the operators lost four hundred thousand dollars' worth of
+wages, and have had poorer wages ever since. Traps sprung suddenly
+upon employers, and violence, never took one knot out of the knuckle
+of toil, or put one farthing of wages into a callous palm. Barbarism
+will never cure the wrongs of civilization. Mark that!
+
+Frederick the Great admired some land near his palace at Potsdam, and
+he resolved to get it. It was owned by a miller. He offered the miller
+three times the value of the property. The miller would not take it,
+because it was the old homestead, and he felt about as Naboth felt
+about his vineyard when Ahab wanted it. Frederick the Great was a
+rough and terrible man, and he ordered the miller into his presence;
+and the king, with a stick, in his hand--a stick with which he
+sometimes struck his officers of state--said to this miller: "Now, I
+have offered you three times the value of that property, and if you
+won't sell it I'll take it anyhow." The miller said, "Your majesty,
+you won't." "Yes," said the king, "I will take it." "Then," said the
+miller, "if your majesty does take it, I will sue you in the Chancery
+Court." At that threat Frederick the Great yielded his infamous
+demand. And the most imperious outrage against the working-classes
+will yet cower before the law. Violence and contrary to the law will
+never accomplish anything, but righteousness and according to law will
+accomplish it.
+
+Well, if this controversy between Capital and Labor can not be settled
+by human wisdom, if to-day Capital and Labor stand with their thumbs
+on each other's throat--as they do--it is time for us to look
+somewhere else for relief, and it points from my text roseate and
+jubilant, and puts one hand on the broadcloth shoulder of Capital, and
+puts the other hand on the homespun-covered shoulder of Toil, and
+says, with a voice that will grandly and gloriously settle this, and
+settle everything, "Whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do
+ye even so to them." That is, the lady of the household will say: "I
+must treat the maid in the kitchen just as I would like to be treated
+if I were down-stairs, and it were my work to wash, and cook, and
+sweep, and it were the duty of the maid in the kitchen to preside in
+this parlor." The maid in the kitchen must say: "If my employer seems
+to be more prosperous than I, that is no fault of hers; I shall not
+treat her as an enemy. I will have the same industry and fidelity
+down-stairs as I would expect from my subordinates, if I happened to
+be the wife of a silk importer."
+
+The owner of an iron mill, having taken a dose of my text before
+leaving home in the morning, will go into his foundry, and, passing
+into what is called the puddling-room, he will see a man there
+stripped to the waist, and besweated and exhausted with the labor and
+the toil, and he will say to him: "Why, it seems to be very hot in
+here. You look very much exhausted. I hear your child is sick with
+scarlet fever. If you want your wages a little earlier this week, so
+as to pay the nurse and get the medicines, just come into my office
+any time."
+
+After awhile, crash goes the money market, and there is no more demand
+for the articles manufactured in that iron mill, and the owner does
+not know what to do. He says, "Shall I stop the mill, or shall I run
+it on half time, or shall I cut down the men's wages?" He walks the
+floor of his counting-room all day, hardly knowing what to do. Toward
+evening he calls all the laborers together. They stand all around,
+some with arms akimbo, some with folded arms, wondering what the boss
+is going to do now. The manufacturer says: "Men, times are very hard;
+I don't make twenty dollars where I used to make one hundred. Somehow,
+there is no demand now for what we manufacture, or but very little
+demand. You see I am at vast expense, and I have called you together
+this afternoon to see what you would advise. I don't want to shut up
+the mill, because that would force you out of work, and you have
+always been very faithful, and I like you, and you seem to like me,
+and the bairns must be looked after, and your wife will after awhile
+want a new dress. I don't know what to do."
+
+There is a dead halt for a minute or two, and then one of the workmen
+steps out from the ranks of his fellows, and says: "Boss, you have
+been very good to us, and when you prospered we prospered, and now you
+are in a tight place and I am sorry, and we have got to sympathize
+with you. I don't know how the others feel, but I propose that we take
+off twenty per cent. from our wages, and that when the times get good
+you will remember us and raise them again." The workman looks around
+to his comrades, and says: "Boys, what do you say to this? all in
+favor of my proposition will say ay." "Ay! ay! ay!" shout two hundred
+voices.
+
+But the mill-owner, getting in some new machinery, exposes himself
+very much, and takes cold, and it settles into pneumonia, and he dies.
+In the procession to the tomb are all the workmen, tears rolling down
+their cheeks, and off upon the ground; but an hour before the
+procession gets to the cemetery the wives and the children of those
+workmen are at the grave waiting for the arrival of the funeral
+pageant. The minister of religion may have delivered an eloquent
+eulogium before they started from the house, but the most impressive
+things are said that day by the working-classes standing around the
+tomb.
+
+That night in all the cabins of the working-people where they have
+family prayers the widowhood and the orphanage in the mansion are
+remembered. No glaring populations look over the iron fence of the
+cemetery; but, hovering over the scene, the benediction of God and man
+is coming for the fulfillment of the Christlike injunction,
+"Whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to
+them."
+
+"Oh," says some man here, "that is all Utopian, that is apocryphal,
+that is impossible." No. Yesterday, I cut out of a paper this: "One of
+the pleasantest incidents recorded in a long time is reported from
+Sheffield, England. The wages of the men in the iron works at
+Sheffield are regulated by a board of arbitration, by whose decision
+both masters and men are bound. For some time past the iron and steel
+trade has been extremely unprofitable, and the employers can not,
+without much loss, pay the wages fixed by the board, which neither
+employers nor employed have the power to change. To avoid this
+difficulty, the workmen in one of the largest steel works in Sheffield
+hit upon a device as rare as it was generous. They offered to work for
+their employers one week without any pay whatever. How much better
+that plan is than a strike would be."
+
+But you go with me and I will show you--not so far off as Sheffield,
+England--factories, banking-houses, storehouses, and costly
+enterprises where this Christ-like injunction of my text is fully
+kept, and you could no more get the employer to practice an injustice
+upon his men, or the men to conspire against the employer, than you
+could get your right hand and your left hand, your right eye and your
+left eye, your right ear and your left ear, into physiological
+antagonism. Now, where is this to begin? In our homes, in our stores,
+on our farms--not waiting for other people to do their duty. Is there
+a divergence now between the parlor and the kitchen? Then there is
+something wrong, either in the parlor or the kitchen, perhaps in both.
+Are the clerks in your store irate against the firm? Then there is
+something wrong, either behind the counter, or in the private office,
+or perhaps in both.
+
+The great want of the world to-day is the fulfillment of this
+Christ-like injunction, that which He promulgated in His sermon
+Olivetic. All the political economists under the arch or vault of the
+heavens in convention for a thousand years can not settle this
+controversy between monopoly and hard work, between capital and labor.
+During the Revolutionary War there was a heavy piece of timber to be
+lifted, perhaps for some fortress, and a corporal was overseeing the
+work, and he was giving commands to some soldiers as they lifted:
+"Heave away, there! yo heave!" Well, the timber was too heavy; they
+could not get it up. There was a gentleman riding by on a horse, and
+he stopped and said to this corporal, "Why don't you help them lift?
+That timber is too heavy for them to lift." "No," he said, "I won't;
+I am a corporal." The gentleman got off his horse and came up to the
+place. "Now," he said to the soldiers, "all together--yo heave!" and
+the timber went to its place. "Now," said the gentleman to the
+corporal, "when you have a piece of timber too heavy for the men to
+lift, and you want help, you send to your commander-in-chief." It was
+Washington. Now, that is about all the Gospel I know--the Gospel of
+giving somebody a lift, a lift out of darkness, a lift out of earth
+into heaven. That is all the Gospel I know--the Gospel of helping
+somebody else to lift.
+
+"Oh," says some wiseacre, "talk as you will, the law of demand and
+supply will regulate these things until the end of time." No, they
+will not, unless God dies and the batteries of the Judgment Day are
+spiked, and Pluto and Proserpine, king and queen of the infernal
+regions, take full possession of this world. Do you know who Supply
+and Demand are? They have gone into partnership, and they propose to
+swindle this earth and are swindling it. You are drowning. Supply and
+Demand stand on the shore, one on one side, the other on the other
+side, of the life-boat, and they cry out to you, "Now, you pay us what
+we ask you for getting you to shore, or go to the bottom!" If you can
+borrow $5000 you can keep from failing in business. Supply and Demand
+say, "Now, you pay us exorbitant usury, or you go into bankruptcy."
+This robber firm of Supply and Demand say to you: "The crops are
+short. We bought up all the wheat and it is in our bin. Now, you pay
+our price or starve." That is your magnificent law of supply and
+demand.
+
+Supply and Demand own the largest mill on earth, and all the rivers
+roll over their wheel, and into their hopper they put all the men,
+women, and children they can shovel out of the centuries, and the
+blood and the bones redden the valley while the mill grinds. That
+diabolic law of supply and demand will yet have to stand aside, and
+instead thereof will come the law of love, the law of cooperation, the
+law of kindness, the law of sympathy, the law of Christ.
+
+Have you no idea of the coming of such a time? Then you do not believe
+the Bible. All the Bible is full of promises on this subject, and as
+the ages roll on the time will come when men or fortune will be giving
+larger sums to humanitarian and evangelistic purposes, and there will
+be more James Lenoxes and Peter Coopers and William E. Dodges and
+George Peabodys. As that time comes there will be more parks, more
+picture-galleries, more gardens thrown open for the holiday people and
+the working-classes.
+
+I was reading only this morning in regard to a charge that had been
+made in England against Lambeth Palace, that it was exclusive; and
+that charge demonstrated the sublime fact that to the grounds of that
+wealthy estate eight hundred poor families have free passes, and forty
+croquet companies, and on the hall-day holidays four thousand poor
+people recline on the grass, walk through the paths, and sit under the
+trees. That is Gospel--Gospel on the wing, Gospel out-of-doors worth
+just as much as in-doors. That time is going to come.
+
+That is only a hint of what is going to be. The time is going to come
+when, if you have anything in your house worth looking at--pictures,
+pieces of sculpture--you are going to invite me to come and see it,
+you are going to invite my friends to come and see it, and you will
+say, "See what I have been blessed with. God has given me this, and so
+far as enjoying it, it is yours also." That is Gospel.
+
+In crossing the Alleghany Mountains, many years ago, the stage halted,
+and Henry Clay dismounted from the stage, and went out on a rock at
+the very verge of the cliff, and he stood there with his cloak wrapped
+about him, and he seemed to be listening for something. Some one said
+to him, "What are you listening for?" Standing there, on the top of
+the mountain, he said: "I am listening to the tramp of the footsteps
+of the coming millions of this continent." A sublime posture for an
+American statesman! You and I to-day stand on the mountain-top of
+privilege, and on the Rock of Ages, and we look off, and we hear
+coming from the future the happy industries, and smiling populations,
+and the consecrated fortunes, and the innumerable prosperities of the
+closing nineteenth and the opening twentieth century.
+
+While I speak this morning, there lies in state the dead author and
+patriot of France, Victor Hugo. The ten thousand dollars in his will
+he has given to the poor of the city are only a hint of the work he
+has done for all nations and for all times. I wonder not that they
+allow eleven days to pass between his death and his burial, his body
+meantime kept under triumphal arch, for the world can hardly afford to
+let go this man who for more than eight decades has by his
+unparalleled genius blessed it. His name shall be a terror to all
+despots, and an encouragement to all the struggling. He has made the
+world's burden lighter, and its darkness less dense, and its chain
+less galling, and its thrones of iniquity less secure. Farewell,
+patriot, genius of the century, Victor Hugo! But he was not the
+overtowering friend of mankind.
+
+The greatest friend of capitalist and toiler, and the one who will yet
+bring them together in complete accord, was born one Christmas night
+while the curtains of heaven swung, stirred by the wings angelic.
+Owner of all things--all the continents, all worlds, and all the
+islands of light. Capitalist of immensity, crossing over to our
+condition. Coming into our world, not by gate of palace, but by door
+of barn. Spending His first night amid the shepherds. Gathering after
+around Him the fishermen to be His chief attendants. With adze, and
+saw, and chisel, and ax, and in a carpenter-shop showing himself
+brother with the tradesmen. Owner of all things, and yet on a hillock
+back of Jerusalem one day resigning everything for others, keeping not
+so much as a shekel to pay for His obsequies, by charity buried in the
+suburbs of a city that had cast Him out. Before the cross of such a
+capitalist, and such a carpenter, all men can afford to shake hands
+and worship. Here is the every man's Christ. None so high, but He was
+higher. None so poor, but He was poorer. At His feet the hostile
+extremes will yet renounce their animosities, and countenances which
+have glowered with the prejudices and revenge of centuries shall
+brighten with the smile of heaven as He commands: "Whatsoever ye would
+that men should do to you, do ye even so to them."
+
+
+
+
+DESPOTISM OF THE NEEDLE.
+
+ "So I returned, and considered all the oppressions that are
+ done under the sun: and behold the tears of such as were
+ oppressed, and they had no comforter; and on the side of their
+ oppressors there was power; but they had no
+ comforter."--ECCLES. iv: 1.
+
+
+Very long ago the needle was busy. It was considered honorable for
+women to toil in olden time. Alexander the Great stood in his palace
+showing garments made by his own mother. The finest tapestries at
+Bayeux were made by the queen of William the Conqueror. Augustus, the
+Emperor, would not wear any garments except those that were fashioned
+by some member of his royal family. So let the toiler everywhere be
+respected!
+
+The needle has slain more than the sword. When the sewing-machine was
+invented some thought that invention would alleviate woman's toil and
+put an end to the despotism of the needle. But no; while the
+sewing-machine has been a great blessing to well-to-do families in
+many cases, it has added to the stab of the needle the crush of the
+wheel; and multitudes of women, notwithstanding the re-enforcement of
+the sewing-machines, can only make, work hard as they will, between
+two dollars and three dollars per week.
+
+The greatest blessing that could have happened to our first parents
+was being turned out of Eden after they had done wrong. Adam and Eve,
+in their perfect state, might have got along without work, or only
+such slight employment as a perfect garden with no weeds in it
+demanded. But as soon as they had sinned, the best thing for them was
+to be turned out where they would have to work. We know what a
+withering thing it is for a man to have nothing to do. Old Ashbel
+Green, at fourscore years, when asked why he kept on working, said: "I
+do so to keep out of mischief." We see that a man who has a large
+amount of money to start with has no chance. Of the thousand
+prosperous and honorable men that you know, nine hundred and
+ninety-nine had to work vigorously at the beginning. But I am now to
+tell you that industry is just as important for a woman's safety and
+happiness. The most unhappy women in our communities to-day are those
+who have no engagements to call them up in the morning; who, once
+having risen and breakfasted, lounge through the dull forenoon in
+slippers down at the heel and with disheveled hair, reading Ouida's
+last novel, and who, having dragged through a wretched forenoon and
+taken their afternoon sleep, and having passed an hour and a half at
+their toilet, pick up their card-case and go out to make calls, and
+who pass their evenings waiting for somebody to come in and break up
+the monotony. Arabella Stuart never was imprisoned in so dark a
+dungeon as that.
+
+There is no happiness in an idle woman. It may be with hand, it may be
+with brain, it may be with foot; but work she must, or be wretched
+forever. The little girls of our families must be started with that
+idea.
+
+The curse of American society is that our young women are taught that
+the first, second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, tenth,
+fiftieth, thousandth thing in their life is to get somebody to take
+care of them. Instead of that, the first lesson should be how under
+God they may take care of themselves. The simple fact is that a
+majority of them do have to take care of themselves, and that, too,
+after having, through the false notions of their parents, wasted the
+years in which they ought to have learned how successfully to maintain
+themselves. We now and here declare the inhumanity, cruelty, and
+outrage of that father and mother who pass their daughters into
+womanhood, having given them no facility for earning their livelihood.
+Madame de Staël said: "It is not these writings that I am proud of,
+but the fact that I have facility in ten occupations, in any one of
+which I could make a livelihood." You say you have a fortune to leave
+them. Oh, man and woman, have you not learned that like vultures, like
+hawks, like eagles, riches have wings and fly away? Though you should
+be successful in leaving a competency behind you, the trickery of
+executors may swamp it in a night? or some officials in our churches
+may get up a mining company and induce your orphans to put their money
+into a hole in Colorado, and if by the most skillful machinery the
+sunken money can not be brought up again, prove to them, that it was
+eternally decreed that that was the way they were to lose it, and that
+it went in the most orthodox and heavenly style. Oh, the damnable
+schemes that professed Christians will engage in until God puts His
+fingers into the collar of the hypocrite's robe and strips it clear
+down to the bottom! You have no right, because you are well off, to
+conclude that your children are going to be as well off. A man died
+leaving a large fortune. His son fell dead in a Philadelphia
+grog-shop. His old comrades came in and said as they bent over his
+corpse: "What is the matter with you, Boggsey?" The surgeon standing
+over him said: "Hush ye! He is dead!" "Oh, he is dead," they said.
+"Come, boys; let us go and take a drink in memory of poor Boggsey!"
+Have you nothing better than money to leave your children? If you have
+not, but send your daughters into the world with empty brain and
+unskilled hand, you are guilty of assassination, homicide, regicide,
+infanticide.
+
+There are women toiling in our cities for two and three dollars per
+week who were the daughters of merchant princes. These suffering ones
+now would be glad to have the crumbs that once fell from their
+fathers' table. That worn-out, broken shoe that she wears is the
+lineal descendant of the twelve-dollar gaiters in which her mother
+walked; and that torn and faded calico had ancestry of magnificent
+brocade that swept Broadway clean without any expense to the street
+commissioners. Though you live in an elegant residence and fare
+sumptuously every day, let your daughters feel it is a disgrace to
+them not to know how to work. I denounce the idea prevalent in society
+that, though our young women may embroider slippers and crochet and
+make mats for lamps to stand on without disgrace, the idea of doing
+anything for a livelihood is dishonorable. It is a shame for a young
+woman belonging to a large family to be inefficient when the father
+toils his life away for her support. It is a shame for a daughter to
+be idle while her mother toils at the wash-tub. It is as honorable to
+sweep the house, make beds or trim hats as it is to twist a
+watch-chain.
+
+As far as I can understand, the line of respectability lies between
+that which is useful and that which is useless. If women do that which
+is of no value, their work is honorable. If they do practical work, it
+is dishonorable. That our young women may escape the censure of doing
+dishonorable work, I shall particularize. You may knit a tidy for the
+back of an arm-chair, but by no means make the money wherewith to buy
+the chair. You may with a delicate brush beautify a mantel ornament,
+but die rather than earn enough to buy a marble mantel. You may learn
+artistic music until you can squall Italian, but never sing
+"Ortonville" or "Old Hundred." Do nothing practical if you would in
+the eyes of refined society preserve your respectability. I scout
+these fine notions. I tell you a woman, no more than a man, has a
+right to occupy a place in this world unless she pays a rent for it.
+
+In the course of a life-time you consume whole harvests and droves of
+cattle, and every day you live, breathe forty hogsheads of good, pure
+air. You must by some kind of usefulness pay for all this. Our race
+was the last thing created--the birds and fishes on the fourth day,
+the cattle and lizards on the fifth day, and man on the sixth day. If
+geologists are right, the earth was a million of years in the
+possession of the insects, beasts, and birds before our race came upon
+it. In one sense we were innovators. The cattle, the lizards, and the
+hawks had pre-emption right. The question is not what we are to do
+with the lizards and summer insects, but what the lizards and summer
+insects are to do with us. If we want a place in this world, we must
+earn it. The partridge makes its own nest before it occupies it. The
+lark by its morning song earns its breakfast before it eats it, and
+the Bible gives an intimation that the first duty of an idler is to
+starve when it says: "If he will not work, neither shall he eat."
+Idleness ruins the health; and very soon nature says: "This man has
+refused to pay his rent, out with him!" Society is to be reconstructed
+on the subject of woman's toil. A vast majority of those who would
+have woman industrious shut her up to a few kinds of work. My judgment
+in this matter is that a woman has a right to do anything that she can
+do well. There should be no department of merchandise, mechanism, art,
+or science barred against her. If Miss Hosmer has genius for
+sculpture, give her a chisel. If Rosa Bonheur has a fondness for
+delineating animals, let her make "The Horse Fair." If Miss Mitchell
+will study astronomy, let her mount the starry ladder. If Lydia will
+be a merchant, let her sell purple. If Lucretia Mott will preach the
+Gospel, let her thrill with her womanly eloquence the Quaker
+meeting-house.
+
+It is said, If woman is given such opportunities she will occupy
+places that might be taken by men. I say, If she have more skill and
+adaptedness for any position than a man has, let her have it! She has
+as much right to her bread, to her apparel, and to her home, as men
+have. But it is said that her nature is so delicate that she is
+unfitted for exhausting toil. I ask in the name of all past history
+what toil on earth is more severe, exhausting, and tremendous than
+that toil of the needle to which for ages she has been subjected? The
+battering-ram, the sword, the carbine, the battle-ax, have made no
+such havoc as the needle. I would that these living sepulchers in
+which women have for ages been buried might be opened, and that some
+resurrection trumpet might bring up these living corpses to the fresh
+air and sunlight.
+
+Go with me and I will show you a woman who by hardest toil supports
+her children, her drunken husband, her old father and mother, pays her
+house rent, always has wholesome food on her table, and when she can
+get some neighbor on the Sabbath to come in and take care of her
+family, appears in church with hat and cloak that are far from
+indicating the toil to which she is subjected. Such a woman as that
+has body and soul enough to fit her for any position. She could stand
+beside the majority of your salesmen and dispose of more goods. She
+could go into your wheelwright shops and beat one half of your workmen
+at making carriages. We talk about woman as though we had resigned to
+her all the light work, and ourselves had shouldered the heavier. But
+the day of judgment, which will reveal the sufferings of the stake and
+Inquisition, will marshal before the throne of God and the hierarchs
+of heaven the martyrs of wash-tub and needle. Now, I say if there be
+any preference in occupation, let women have it. God knows her trials
+are the severest. By her acuter sensitiveness to misfortune, by her
+hour of anguish, I demand that no one hedge up her pathway to a
+livelihood. Oh! the meanness, the despicability of men who begrudge a
+woman the right to work anywhere in any honorable calling!
+
+I go still further and say that woman should have equal compensation
+with men. By what principle of justice is it that women in many of our
+cities get only two thirds as much pay as men, and in many cases only
+half? Here is the gigantic injustice--that for work equally well, if
+not better, done, woman receives far less compensation than man. Start
+with the National Government. Women clerks in Washington get nine
+hundred dollars for doing that for which men receive eighteen hundred
+dollars. The wheel of oppression is rolling over the necks of
+thousands of women who are at this moment in despair about what they
+are to do. Many of the largest mercantile establishments of our cities
+are accessory to these abominations, and from their large
+establishments there are scores of souls being pitched off into death,
+and their employers know it. Is there a God? Will there be a judgment?
+I tell you, if God rises up to redress woman's wrongs, many of our
+large establishments will be swallowed up quicker than a South
+American earthquake ever took down a city. God will catch these
+oppressors between the two millstones of his wrath and grind them to
+powder.
+
+Why is it that a female principal in a school gets only eight hundred
+and twenty-five dollars for doing work for which a male principal gets
+sixteen hundred and fifty dollars? I hear from all this land the wail
+of womanhood. Man has nothing to answer to that wail but flatteries.
+He says she is an angel. She is not. She knows she is not. She is a
+human being who gets hungry when she has no food, and cold when she
+has no fire. Give her no more flatteries; give her justice! There are
+sixty-five thousand sewing-girls in New York and Brooklyn. Across the
+sunlight comes their death groan. It is not such a cry as comes from
+those who are suddenly hurled out of life, but a slow, grinding,
+horrible wasting-away. Gather them before you and look into their
+faces, pinched, ghastly, hunger-struck! Look at their fingers,
+needle-pricked and blood-tipped! See that premature stoop in the
+shoulders! Hear that dry, hacking, merciless cough! At a large meeting
+of these women held in a hall in Philadelphia, grand speeches were
+delivered, but a needle-woman took the stand, threw aside her faded
+shawl, and with her shriveled arm hurled a very thunder-bolt of
+eloquence, speaking out the horrors of her own experience.
+
+Stand at the corner of a street in New York at six or seven o'clock in
+the morning as the women go to work. Many of them had no breakfast
+except the crumbs that were left over from the night before, or the
+crumbs they chew on their way through the street. Here they come! The
+working-girls of New York and Brooklyn. These engaged in head work,
+these in flower-making, in millinery, in paper-box making; but, most
+overworked of all and least compensated, the sewing-women. Why do they
+not take the city cars on their way up? They can not afford the five
+cents. If, concluding to deny herself something else, she gets into
+the car, give her a seat. You want to see how Latimer and Ridley
+appeared in the fire. Look at that woman and behold a more horrible
+martyrdom, a hotter fire, a more agonizing death. Ask that woman how
+much she gets for her work, and she will tell you six cents for making
+coarse shirts and find her own thread.
+
+Years ago, one Sabbath night in the vestibule of this church, after
+service, a woman fell in convulsions. The doctor said she needed
+medicine not so much as something to eat. As she began to revive, in
+her delirium she said, gaspingly: "Eight cents! Eight cents! Eight
+cents! I wish I could get it done, I am so tired. I wish I could get
+some sleep, but I must get it done. Eight cents! Eight cents! Eight
+cents!" We found afterward that she was making garments for eight
+cents apiece, and that she could make but three of them in a day. Hear
+it! Three times eight are twenty-four. Hear it, men and women who have
+comfortable homes! Some of the worst villains of our cities are the
+employers of these women. They beat them down to the last penny and
+try to cheat them out of that. The woman must deposit a dollar or two
+before she gets the garments to work on. When the work is done it is
+sharply inspected, the most insignificant flaws picked out, and the
+wages refused and sometimes the dollar deposited not given back. The
+Women's Protective Union reports a case where one of the poor souls,
+finding a place where she could get more wages, resolved to change
+employers, and went to get her pay for work done. The employer says:
+"I hear you are going to leave me?" "Yes," she said, "and I have come
+to get what you owe me." He made no answer. She said: "Are you not
+going to pay me?" "Yes," he said, "I will pay you," and he kicked her
+down-stairs.
+
+Oh, that Women's Protective Union, 19 Clinton Place, New York! The
+blessings of Heaven be on it for the merciful and divine work it is
+doing in the defense of toiling womanhood! What tragedies of suffering
+are presented to them day by day! A paragraph from their report: "'Can
+you make Mr. Jones pay me? He owes me for three weeks at $2.50 a week,
+and I can't get anything, and my child is very sick!' The speaker, a
+young woman lately widowed, burst into a flood of tears as she spoke.
+She was bidden to come again the next afternoon and repeat her story
+to the attorney at his usual weekly hearing of frauds and impositions.
+Means were found by which Mr. Jones was induced to pay the $7.50."
+
+Another paragraph from their report: "A fortnight had passed, when she
+modestly hinted a desire to know how much her services were worth.
+'Oh, my dear,' he replied, 'you are getting to be one of the most
+valuable hands in the trade; you will always get the very best price.
+Ten dollars a week you will be able to earn very easily.' And the
+girl's fingers flew on with her work at a marvelous rate. The picture
+of $10 a week had almost turned her head. A few nights later, while
+crossing the ferry, she overheard the name of her employer in the
+conversation of girls who stood near: 'What, John Snipes? Why, he
+don't pay! Look out for him every time. He'll keep you on trial, as he
+calls it, for weeks, and then he'll let you go, and get some other
+fool!' And thus Jane Smith gained her warning against the swindler.
+But the Union held him in the toils of the law until he paid the worth
+of each of those days of 'trial.'"
+
+Another paragraph: "Her mortification may be imagined when told that
+one of the two five-dollar bills which she had just received for her
+work was counterfeit. But her mortification was swallowed up in
+indignation when her employer denied having paid her the money, and
+insultingly asked her to prove it. When the Protective Union had
+placed this matter in the courts, the judge said: 'You will pay
+Eleanor the amount of her claim, $5.83, and also the costs of the
+court.'"
+
+How are these evils to be eradicated? Some say: "Give woman the
+ballot." What effect such ballot might have on other questions I am
+not here to discuss; but what would be the effect of female suffrage
+on women's wages? I do not believe that woman will ever get justice by
+woman's ballot. Indeed, women oppress women as much as men do. Do not
+women, as much as men, beat down to the lowest figure the woman who
+sews for them? Are not women as sharp as men on washer-women and
+milliners and mantua-makers? If a woman asks a dollar for her work,
+does not her female employer ask her if she will not take ninety
+cents? You say, "Only ten cents difference." But that is sometimes the
+difference between heaven and hell. Women often have less
+commiseration for women than men. If a woman steps aside from the path
+of rectitude, man may forgive--woman never! Woman will never get
+justice done her from woman's ballot. Neither will she get it from
+man's ballot. How then? God will rise up for her. God has more
+resources than we know of. The flaming sword that hung at Eden's gate
+when woman was driven out will cleave with its terrible edge her
+oppressors.
+
+But there is something for women to do. Let young people prepare to
+excel in spheres of work, and they will be able after awhile to get
+larger wages. Unskilled and incompetent labor must take what is given:
+skilled and competent labor will eventually make its own standard.
+Admitting that the law of supply and demand regulates these things, I
+contend that the demand for skilled labor is very great and the supply
+very small. Start with the idea that work is honorable, and that you
+can do some one thing better than anybody else. Resolve that, God
+helping, you will take care of yourself. If you are after awhile
+called into another relation you will all the better be qualified for
+it by your spirit of self-reliance, or if you are called to stay as
+you are, you can be happy and self-supporting.
+
+Poets are fond of talking about man as an oak and woman the vine that
+climbs it; but I have seen many a tree fall that not only went down
+itself, but took all the vines with it. I can tell you of something
+stronger than an oak for an ivy to climb on, and that is the throne of
+the great Jehovah. Single or affianced, that woman is strong who leans
+on God and does her best. Many of you will go single-handed through
+life, and you will have to choose between two characters. Young woman,
+I am sure you will turn your back upon the useless, giggling,
+irresponsible nonentity which society ignominiously acknowledges to be
+a woman, and ask God to make you an humble, active, earnest Christian.
+What will become of that womanly disciple of the world? She is more
+thoughtful of the attitude she strikes upon the carpet than how she
+will look in the judgment; more worried about her freckles than her
+sins; more interested in her apparel than in her redemption. The
+dying actress whose life had been vicious said: "The scene
+closes--draw the curtain." Generally the tragedy comes first and the
+farce afterward; but in her life it was first the farce of a useless
+life and then the tragedy of a wretched eternity.
+
+Compare the life and death of such a one with that of some Christian
+aunt that was once a blessing to your household. I do not know that
+she was ever asked to give her hand in marriage. She lived single,
+that, untrammeled, she might be everybody's blessing. Whenever the
+sick were to be visited or the poor to be provided with bread she went
+with a blessing. She could pray or sing "Rock of Ages" for any sick
+pauper who asked her. As she got older there were many days when she
+was a little sharp, but for the most part auntie was a sunbeam--just
+the one for Christmas Eve. She knew better than any one else how to
+fix things. Her every prayer, as God heard it, was full of everybody
+who had trouble. The brightest things in all the house dropped from
+her fingers. She had peculiar notions, but the grandest notion she
+ever had was to make you happy. She dressed well--auntie always
+dressed well; but her highest adornment was that of a meek and quiet
+spirit, which, in the sight of God, is of great price. When she died
+you all gathered lovingly about her; and as you carried her out to
+rest, the Sunday-school class almost covered the coffin with
+japonicas; and the poor people stood at the end of the alley, with
+their aprons to their eyes, sobbing bitterly, and the man of the world
+said, with Solomon: "Her price was above rubies;" and Jesus, as unto
+the maiden in Judea, commanded, "I say unto thee, Arise!"
+
+
+
+
+TOBACCO AND OPIUM.
+
+ "Let the earth bring forth grass, the herb yielding
+ seed."--GEN. i: 11.
+
+
+The two first born of our earth were the grass-blade and the herb.
+They preceded the brute creation and the human family--the grass for
+the animal creation, the herb for human service. The cattle came and
+took possession of their inheritance, the grass-blade; man came and
+took possession of his inheritance, the herb. We have the herb for
+food as in case of hunger, for narcotic as in case of insomnia, for
+anodyne as in case of paroxysm, for stimulant as when the pulses flag
+under the weight of disease. The caterer comes and takes the herb and
+presents it in all styles of delicacy. The physician comes and takes
+the herb and compounds it for physical recuperation. Millions of
+people come and take the herb for ruinous physical and intellectual
+delectation. The herb, which was divinely created, and for good
+purposes, has often been degraded for bad results. There is a useful
+and a baneful employment of the herbaceous kingdom.
+
+There sprung up in Yucatan of this continent an herb that has
+bewitched the world. In the fifteenth century it crossed the Atlantic
+Ocean and captured Spain. Afterward it captured Portugal. Then the
+French embassadors took it to Paris, and it captured the French
+Empire. Then Walter Raleigh took it to London, and it captured Great
+Britain. Nicotiana, ascribed to that genus by the botanists, but we
+all know it is the exhilarating, elevating, emparadising,
+nerve-shattering, dyspepsia-breeding, health-destroying tobacco. I
+shall not in my remarks be offensively personal, because you all use
+it, or nearly all! I know by experience how it soothes and roseates
+the world, and kindles sociality, and I also know some of its baleful
+results. I was its slave, and by the grace of God I have become its
+conqueror. Tens of thousands of people have been asking the question
+during the past two months, asking it with great pathos and great
+earnestness: "Does the use of tobacco produce cancerous and other
+troubles?" I shall not answer the question in regard to any particular
+case, but shall deal with the subject in a more general way.
+
+You say to me, "Did God not create tobacco?" Yes. You say to me, "Is
+not God good?" Yes. Well, then, you say, "If God is good and he
+created tobacco, He must have created it for some good purpose." Yes,
+your logic is complete. But God created the common sense at the same
+time, by which we are to know how to use a poison and how not to use
+it. God created that just as He created henbane and nux vomica and
+copperas and belladonna and all other poisons, whether directly
+created by Himself or extracted by man.
+
+That it is a poison no man of common sense will deny. A case was
+reported where a little child lay upon its mother's lap and one drop
+fell from a pipe to the child's lip, and it went into convulsions and
+into death. But you say, "Haven't people lived on in complete use of
+it to old age?" Oh, yes; just as I have seen inebriates seventy years
+old. In Boston, years ago, there was a meeting in which there were
+several centenarians, and they were giving their experience, and one
+centenarian said that he had lived over a hundred years, and that he
+ascribed it to the fact that he had refrained from the use of
+intoxicating liquors. Right after him another centenarian said he had
+lived over a hundred years, and he ascribed it to the fact that for
+the last fifty years he had hardly seen a sober moment. It is an
+amazing thing how many outrages men may commit upon their physical
+system and yet live on. In the case of the man of the jug he lived on
+because his body was pickled. In the case of the man of the pipe, he
+lived on because his body turned into smoked liver!
+
+But are there no truths to be uttered in regard to this great evil?
+What is the advice to be given to the multitude of young people who
+hear me this day? What is the advice you are going to give to your
+children?
+
+First of all, we must advise them to abstain from the use of tobacco
+because all the medical fraternity of the United States and Great
+Britain agree in ascribing to this habit terrific unhealth. The men
+whose life-time work is the study of the science of health say so, and
+shall I set up my opinion against theirs? Dr. Agnew, Dr. Olcott, Dr.
+Barnes, Dr. Rush, Dr. Mott, Dr. Harvey, Dr. Hosack--all the doctors,
+allopathic, homeopathic, hydropathic, eclectic, denounce the habit as
+a matter of unhealth. A distinguished physician declared he considered
+the use of tobacco caused seventy different styles of disease, and he
+says: "Of all the cases of cancer in the mouth that have come under my
+observation, almost in every case it has been ascribed to tobacco."
+
+The united testimony of all physicians is that it depresses the
+nervous system, that it takes away twenty-five per cent. of the
+physical vigor of this generation, and that it goes on as the years
+multiply and, damaging this generation with accumulated curse, it
+strikes other centuries. And if it is so deleterious to the body, how
+much more destructive to the mind. An eminent physician, who was the
+superintendent of the insane asylum at Northampton, Massachusetts,
+says: "Fully one half the patients we get in our asylum have lost
+their intellect through the use of tobacco." If it is such a bad thing
+to injure the body, what a bad thing, what a worse thing it is to
+injure the mind, and any man of common sense knows that tobacco
+attacks the nervous system, and everybody knows that the nervous
+system attacks the mind.
+
+Besides that, all reformers will tell you that the use of tobacco
+creates an unnatural thirst, and it is the cause of drunkenness in
+America to-day more than anything else. In all cases where you find
+men taking strong drink you find they use tobacco. There are men who
+use tobacco who do not take strong drink, but all who use strong drink
+use tobacco, and that shows beyond controversy there is an affinity
+between the two products. There are reformers here to-day who will
+testify to you it is impossible for a man to reform from taking strong
+drink until he quits tobacco. In many of the cases where men have been
+reformed from strong drink and have gone back to their cups, they
+have testified that they first touched tobacco and then they
+surrendered to intoxicants.
+
+I say in the presence of this assemblage to-day, in which there are
+many physicians--and they know that what I say is true on the
+subject--that the pathway to the drunkard's grave and the drunkard's
+hell is strewn thick with tobacco-leaves. What has been the testimony
+on this subject? Is this a mere statement of a preacher whose business
+it is to talk morals, or is the testimony of the world just as
+emphatic? What did Benjamin Franklin say? "I never saw a well man in
+the exercise of common sense who would say that tobacco did him any
+good." What did Thomas Jefferson say? Certainly he is good authority.
+He says in regard to the culture of tobacco, "It is a culture
+productive of infinite wretchdness." What did Horace Greeley say of
+it? "It is a profane stench." What did Daniel Webster say of it? "If
+those men must smoke, let them take the horse-shed!" One reason why
+the habit goes on from destruction to destruction is that so many
+ministers of the gospel take it. They smoke themselves into
+bronchitis, and then the dear people have to send them to Europe to
+get them restored from exhausting religious services! They smoke until
+the nervous system is shattered. They smoke themselves to death. I
+could mention the names of five distinguished clergymen who died of
+cancer of the mouth, and the doctor said, in every case, it was the
+result of tobacco. The tombstone of many a minister of religion has
+been covered all over with handsome eulogy, when, if the true epitaph
+had been written, it would have said: "Here lies a man killed by too
+much cavendish!" They smoke until the world is blue, and their
+theology is blue, and everything is blue. How can a man stand in the
+pulpit and preach on the subject of temperance when he is indulging
+such a habit as that? I have seen a cuspadore in a pulpit into which
+the holy man dropped his cud before he got up to read about "blessed
+are the pure in heart," and to read about the rolling of sin as a
+sweet morsel under the tongue, and to read about the unclean animals
+in Leviticus that chewed the cud.
+
+About sixty-five years ago a student at Andover Theological Seminary
+graduated into the ministry. He had an eloquence and a magnetism which
+sent him to the front. Nothing could stand before him. But in a few
+months he was put in an insane asylum, and the physician said tobacco
+was the cause of the disaster. It was the custom in those days to give
+a portion of tobacco to every patient in the asylum. Nearly twenty
+years passed along, and that man was walking the floor of his cell in
+the asylum, when his reason returned, and he saw the situation, and he
+took the tobacco from his mouth and threw it against the iron gate of
+the place in which he was confined, and he said: "What brought me
+here? What keeps me here? Tobacco! tobacco! God forgive me, God help
+me, and I will never use it again." He was fully restored to reason,
+came forth, preached the Gospel of Christ for some ten years, and then
+went into everlasting blessedness.
+
+There are ministers of religion now in this country who are dying by
+inches, and they do not know what is the matter with them. They are
+being killed by tobacco. They are despoiling their influence through
+tobacco. They are malodorous with tobacco. I could give one paragraph
+of history, and that would be my own experience. It took ten cigars to
+make one sermon, and I got very nervous, and I awakened one day to see
+what an outrage I was committing upon my health by the use of tobacco.
+I was about to change settlement, and a generous tobacconist of
+Philadelphia told me if I would come to Philadelphia and be his pastor
+he would give me all the cigars I wanted for nothing all the rest of
+my life. I halted. I said to myself, "If I smoke more than I ought to
+now in these war times, and when my salary is small, what would I do
+if I had gratuitous and unlimited supply?" Then and there, twenty-four
+years ago, I quit once and forever. It made a new man of me. Much of
+the time the world looked blue before that, because I was looking
+through tobacco smoke. Ever since the world has been full of sunshine,
+and though I have done as much work as any one of my age, God has
+blessed me, it seems to me, with the best health that a man ever had.
+
+I say that no minister of religion can afford to smoke. Put in my hand
+all the money expended by Christian men in Brooklyn for tobacco, and I
+will support three orphan asylums as well and as grandly as the three
+great orphan asylums already established. Put into my hand the money
+spent by the Christians of America for tobacco, and I will clothe,
+shelter, and feed all the suffering poor of the continent. The
+American Church gives a million dollars a year for the salvation of
+the heathen, and American Christians smoke five million dollars' worth
+of tobacco.
+
+I stand here to-day in the presence of a vast multitude of young
+people who are forming their habits. Between seventeen and twenty-five
+years of age a great many young men get on them habits in the use of
+tobacco that they never get over. Let me say to all my young friends,
+you can not afford to smoke, you can not afford to chew. You either
+take very good tobacco, or you take very cheap tobacco. If it is
+cheap, I will tell you why it is cheap. It is made of burdock, and
+lampblack, and sawdust, and colt's-foot, and plantain leaves, and
+fuller's earth, and salt, and alum, and lime, and a little tobacco,
+and you can not afford to put such a mess as that in your mouth. But
+if you use expensive tobacco, do you not think it would be better for
+you to take that amount of money which you are now expending for this
+herb, and which you will expend during the course of your life if you
+keep the habit up, and with it buy a splendid farm and make the
+afternoon and the evening of your life comfortable?
+
+There are young men whose life is going out inch by inch from
+cigarettes. Now, do you not think it would be well for you to listen
+to the testimony of a merchant of New York, who said this: "In early
+life I smoked six cigars a day at six and a half cents each. They
+averaged that. I thought to myself one day, I'll just put aside all I
+consume in cigars and all I would consume if I keep on in the habit,
+and I'll see what it will come to by compound interest." And he gives
+this tremendous statistic: "Last July completed thirty-nine years
+since, by the grace of God, I was emancipated from the filthy habit,
+and the saving amounted to the enormous sum of $29,102.03 by compound
+interest. We lived in the city, but the children, who had learned
+something of the enjoyment of country life from their annual visits to
+their grandparents, longed for a home among the green fields. I found
+a very pleasant place in the country for sale. The cigar money came
+into requisition, and I found it amounted to a sufficient sum to
+purchase the place, and it is mine. Now, boys, you take your choice.
+Smoking without a home, or a home without smoking." This is common
+sense as well as religion.
+
+I must say a word to my friends who smoke the best tobacco, and who
+could stop at any time. What is your Christian influence in this
+respect? What is your influence upon young men? Do you not think it
+would be better for you to exercise a little self-denial! People
+wondered why George Briggs, Governor of Massachusetts, wore a cravat
+but no collar. "Oh," they said, "it is an absurd eccentricity." This
+was the history of the cravat without any collar: For many years
+before he had been talking with an inebriate, trying to persuade him
+to give up the habit of drinking and he said to the inebriate, "Your
+habit is entirely unnecessary." "Ah!" replied the inebriate, "we do a
+great many things that are not necessary. It isn't necessary that you
+should have that collar." "Well," said Mr. Briggs, "I'll never wear a
+collar again if you will stop drinking." "Agreed," said the other.
+They joined hands in a pledge that they kept for twenty years--kept
+until death. That is magnificent. That is Gospel, practical Gospel,
+worthy of George Briggs, worthy of you. Self-denial for others.
+Subtraction from our advantage that there may be an addition to
+somebody else's advantage.
+
+But what I have said has been chiefly appropriate for men. Now my
+subject widens and shall be appropriate for both sexes. In all ages of
+the world there has been a search for some herb or flower that would
+stimulate lethargy and compose grief. Among the ancient Greeks and
+Egyptians they found something they called nepenthe, and the Theban
+women knew how to compound it. If a person should chew a few of those
+leaves his grief would be immediately whelmed with hilarity. Nepenthe
+passed out from the consideration of the world and then came hasheesh,
+which is from the Indian hemp. It is manufactured from the flowers at
+the top. The workman with leathern apparel walks through the field and
+the exudation of the plants adheres to the leathern garments, and then
+the man comes out and scrapes off this exudation, and it is mixed with
+aromatics and becomes an intoxicant that has brutalized whole nations.
+Its first effect is sight, spectacle glorious and grand beyond all
+description, but afterward it pulls down body, mind, and soul into
+anguish.
+
+I knew one of the most brilliant men of our time. His appearance in a
+newspaper column, or a book, or a magazine was an enchantment. In the
+course of a half hour he could produce more wit and more valuable
+information than any man I ever heard talk. But he chewed hasheesh. He
+first took it out of curiosity to see whether the power said to be
+attached really existed. He took it. He got under the power of it. He
+tried to break loose. He put his hand in the cockatrice's den to see
+whether it would bite, and he found out to his own undoing. His
+friends gathered around and tried to save him, but he could not be
+saved. The father, a minister of the Gospel, prayed with him and
+counseled him, and out of a comparatively small salary employed the
+first medical advice of New York, Philadelphia, Edinburgh, Paris,
+London, and Berlin, for he was his only son. No help came. First his
+body gave way in pangs and convulsions of suffering. Then his mind
+gave way and he became a raving maniac. Then his soul went out
+blaspheming God into a starless eternity. He died at thirty years of
+age. Behold the work of accursed hasheesh.
+
+But I must put my emphasis upon the use of opium. It is made from the
+white poppy. It is not a new discovery. Three hundred years before
+Christ we read of it; but it was not until the seventh century that it
+took up its march of death, and, passing out of the curative and the
+medicinal, through smoking and mastication it has become the curse of
+nations. In 1861 there were imported into this country one hundred and
+seven thousand pounds of opium. In 1880, nineteen years after, there
+were imported five hundred and thirty thousand pounds of opium. In
+1876 there were in this country two hundred and twenty-five thousand
+opium-consumers. Now, it is estimated there are in the United States
+to-day six hundred thousand victims of opium. It is appalling.
+
+We do not know why some families do not get on. There is something
+mysterious about them. The opium habit is so stealthy, it is so
+deceitful, and it is so deathful, you can cure a hundred men of
+strong drink where you can cure one opium-eater.
+
+I have knelt down in this very church by those who were elegant in
+apparel, and elegant in appearance, and from the depths of their souls
+and from the depths of my soul, we cried out for God's rescue. Somehow
+it did not come. In many a household only the physician and pastor
+know it--the physician called in for physical relief, the pastor
+called in for spiritual relief, and they both fail. The physician
+confesses his defeat, the minister of religion confesses his defeat,
+for somehow God does not seem to hear a prayer offered for an
+opium-eater. His grace is infinite, and I have been told there are
+cases of reformation. I never saw one. I say this not to wound the
+feelings of any who may feel this awful grip, but to utter a potent
+warning that you stand back from that gate of hell. Oh, man, oh,
+woman, tampering with this great evil, have you fallen back on this as
+a permanent resource because of some physical distress or mental
+anguish? Better stop. The ecstasies do not pay for the horrors. The
+Paradise is followed too soon by the Pandemonium. Morphia, a blessing
+of God for the relief of sudden pang and of acute dementia,
+misappropriated and never intended for permanent use.
+
+It is not merely the barbaric fanatics that are taken down by it. Did
+you ever read De Quincey's "Confessions of an Opium-Eater?" He says
+that during the first ten years the habit handed to him all the keys
+of Paradise, but it would take something as mighty as De Quincey's pen
+to describe the consequent horrors. There is nothing that I have ever
+read about the tortures of the damned that seemed more horrible than
+those which De Quincey says he suffered. Samuel Taylor Coleridge first
+conquered the world with his exquisite pen, and then was conquered by
+opium. The most brilliant, the most eloquent lawyer of the nineteenth
+century went down under its power, and there is a vast multitude of
+men and women--but more women than men--who are going into the dungeon
+of that awful incarceration.
+
+The worst thing about it is, it takes advantage of one's weakness. De
+Quincey says: "I got to be an opium-eater on account of my
+rheumatism." Coleridge says: "I got to be an opium-eater on account of
+my sleeplessness." For what are you taking it? For God's sake do not
+take it long. The wealthiest, the grandest families going down under
+its power. Twenty-five thousand victims of opium in Chicago.
+Twenty-five thousand victims of opium in St. Louis, and, according to
+that average, seventy-five thousand victims of opium in New York and
+Brooklyn.
+
+The clerk of a drug store says: "I can tell them when they come in;
+there is something about their complexion, something about their
+manner, something about the look of their eyes that shows they are
+victims." Some in the struggle to get away from it try chloral. Whole
+tons of chloral manufactured in Germany every year. Baron Liebig says
+he knows one chemist in Germany who manufactures a half ton of chloral
+every week. Beware of hydrate of chloral. It is coming on with mighty
+tread to curse these cities. But I am chiefly under this head speaking
+of the morphine. The devil of morphia is going to be in this country,
+in my opinion, mightier than the devil of alcohol. By the power of the
+Christian pulpit, by the power of the Christianized printing-press, by
+the power of the Lord God Almighty, all these evils are going to be
+extirpated--all, all, and you have a work in regard to that, and I
+have a work. But what we do we had better do right away. The clock
+ticks now, and we hear it; after awhile the clock will tick and we
+will not hear it.
+
+I sat at a country fireside, and I saw the fire kindle and blaze, and
+go out. I sat long enough at that fireside to get a good many
+practical reflections, and I said: "That is like human life, that fire
+on the hearth." We put on the fagots and they blaze up, and out, and
+on, and the whole room is filled with the light, gay of sparkle, gay
+of flash, gay of crackle. Emblem of boyhood. Now the fire intensifies.
+Now the flame reddens into coals. Now the heat is becoming more and
+more intense, and the more it is stirred the redder is the coal. Now
+with one sweep of flame it cleaves the way, and all the hearth glows
+with the intensity. Emblem of full manhood. Now the coals begin to
+whiten. Now the heat lessens. Now the flickering shadows die along the
+wall. Now the fagots fall apart. Now the household hover over the
+expiring embers. Now the last breath of smoke is lost in the chimney.
+The fire is out. Shovel up the white remains. Ashes! Ashes!
+
+
+
+
+WHY ARE SATAN AND SIN PERMITTED?
+
+ "Wherefore do the wicked live?"--JOB xxi: 7,
+
+
+Poor Job! With tusks and horns and hoofs and stings, all the
+misfortunes of life seemed to come upon him at once. Bankruptcy,
+bereavement, scandalization, and eruptive disease so irritating that
+he had to re-enforce his ten finger-nails with pieces of earthenware
+to scratch himself withal. His wife took the diagnosis of his
+complaints and prescribed profanity. She thought he would feel better
+if between the paroxysms of grief and pain he would swear a little.
+For each boil a plaster of objurgation.
+
+Probably no man was ever more tempted to take the bad advice than
+when, at last, Job's three exasperating friends came in, Eliphaz,
+Zophar, and Bildad, practically saying to him, "You old sinner, serves
+you right; you are a hypocrite; what a sight you are! God has sent
+these chastisements for your wickedness."
+
+The disfigured invalid, putting down the pieces of broken saucer with
+which he had been rubbing his arms, with swollen eyelids looks up and
+says to his garrulous friends in substance, "The most wicked people
+sometimes have the best health and are the most prospered," and then
+in that connection hurls the question which every man and woman has
+asked in some juncture of affairs, "Wherefore do the wicked live?"
+
+They build up fortunes that overshadow the earth. They confound all
+the life-insurance tables on the subject of longevity, dying
+octogenarians, perhaps nonagenarians, possibly centenarians. Ahab in
+the palace, Naboth in the cabinet. Unclean Herod on the throne,
+consecrated Paul twisting ropes for tent-making. Manasseh, the worst
+of all the kings of Juda, living longer than any of them. While the
+general rule is the wicked do not live out half their days, there are
+exceptions where they live on to great age and in a Paradise of beauty
+and luxuriance, and die with a whole college of physicians expending
+its skill in trying further prolongation of life, and have a funeral
+with casket under mountain of calla-lilies, the finest equipages of
+the city jingling and flashing into line, the poor, angle-worm of the
+dust carried out to its hole in the ground with the pomp that might
+make a spirit from some other world suppose that the Archangel Michael
+was dead.
+
+Go up among the finest residences of the city, and on some of the
+door-plates you will find the names of those mightiest for commercial
+and social iniquity. They are the vampires of society--they are the
+gorgons of the century. Some of these men have each wheel of their
+carriage a juggernaut wet with the blood of those sacrificed to their
+avarice. Some of them are like Caligula, who wished that all the
+people had only one neck that he might strike it off at one blow. Oh,
+the slain, the slain! A long procession of usurers and libertines and
+infamous quacks and legal charlatans and world-grabbing monsters. What
+apostleship of despoliation! Demons incarnate. Hundreds of men
+concentering all their energies of body, mind, and soul in one
+prolonged, ever-intensifying, and unrelenting effort to scald and
+scarify and blast and consume the world. I do not blame you for asking
+me the quivering, throbbing, burning, resounding, appalling question
+of my text, "Wherefore do the wicked live?"
+
+In the first place, they live to demonstrate beyond all controversy
+the long-suffering patience of God. You sometimes say, under some
+great affront, "I will not stand it;" but perhaps you are compelled to
+stand it. God, with all the batteries of omnipotence loaded with
+thunderbolts, stands it century after century. I have no doubt
+sometimes an angel comes to Him and suggests, "Now is the time to
+strike." "No," says God; "wait a year, wait twenty years, wait a
+century, wait five centuries." What God does is not so wonderful as
+what He does not do. He has the reserve corps with which He could
+strike Mormonism and Mohammedanism and Paganism from the earth in a
+day. He could take all the fraud in New York on the west side of
+Broadway and hurl it into the Hudson, and all the fraud on the east
+side of Broadway and hurl it into the East River in an hour. He
+understands the combination lock of every dishonest money-safe, and
+could blow it up quicker than by any earthly explosive. Written all
+over the earth, written all over history are the words, "Divine
+forbearance, divine leniency, divine long-suffering."
+
+I wonder that God did not burn this world up two thousand years ago,
+scattering its ashes into immensity, its aerolites dropping into
+other worlds to be kept in their museums as specimens of a defunct
+planet. People sometimes talk of God as though He were hasty in His
+judgments and as though He snapped men up quick. Oh, no! He waited one
+hundred and twenty years for the people to get into the ark, and
+warned them all the time--one hundred and twenty years, then the flood
+came. The Anchor Line gives only a month's announcement of the sailing
+of the "Circassia," the White Star Line gives only a month's
+announcement of the sailing of the "Britannic," the Cunard Line gives
+only a month's announcement of the sailing of the "Oregon;" but of the
+sailing of that ship that Noah commanded God gave one hundred and
+twenty years' announcement and warning. Patience antediluvian,
+patience postdiluvian, patience in times Adamic, Abrahamic, Mosaic,
+Davidic, Pauline, Lutheran, Whitefieldian. Patience with men and
+nations. Patience with barbarisms and civilizations. Six thousand
+years of patience! Overtopping attribute of God, all of whose
+attributes are immeasurable. Why do the wicked live? That their
+overthrow may be the more impressive and climacteric. They must pile
+up their mischief until all the community shall see it, until the
+nation shall see it, until all the world shall see it. The higher it
+goes up the harder it will come down and the grander will be the
+divine vindication.
+
+God will not allow sin to sneak out of the world. God will not allow
+it merely to resign and quit. This shall not be a case that goes by
+default because no one appears against it. God will arraign it,
+handcuff it, try it, bring against it the verdict of all the good, and
+then gibbet it so high up that if one half of the gibbet stood on
+Mount Washington and the other on the Himalaya, it would not be any
+more conspicuous.
+
+About fifteen years ago we had in this country a most illustrious
+instance of how God lets a man go on in iniquity, so that at the close
+of the career his overthrow may be the more impressive, full of
+warning and climacteric. First, an honest chairmaker, then an
+alderman, then a member of congress, then a supervisor of a city, then
+school commissioner, then state senator, then commissioner of public
+works--on and up, stealing thousands of dollars here and thousands of
+dollars there, until the malfeasance in office overtopped anything the
+world had ever seen--making the new Court House in New York a monument
+of municipal crime, and rushing the debt of the city from thirty-six
+million dollars to ninety-seven millions. Now, he is at the top of
+millionairedom.
+
+Country-seat terraced and arbored and parterred clear to the water's
+brink. Horses enough to stock a king's equerry. Grooms and postilions
+in full rig. Wine cellars enough to make a whole legislature drunk.
+New York finances and New York politics in his vest pocket. He winked,
+and men in high place fell. He lifted his little finger, and
+ignoramuses took important office. He whispered, and in Albany and
+Washington they said it thundered. Wider and mightier and more baleful
+his influence, until it seemed as if Pandemonium was to be adjourned
+to this world, and in the Satanic realm there was to be a change of
+administration, and Apollyon, who had held dominion so long, should
+have a successful competitor.
+
+To bring all to a climax, a wedding came in the house of that man.
+Diamonds as large as hickory nuts. A pin of sixty diamonds
+representing sheaves of wheat. Musicians in a semicircle, half-hidden
+by a great harp of flowers. Ships of flowers. Forty silver sets, one
+of them with two hundred and forty pieces. One wedding-dress that cost
+five thousand dollars. A famous libertine, who owned several Long
+Island Sound steamboats, and not long before he was shot for his
+crimes, sent as a wedding present to that house a frosted silver
+iceberg, with representations of arctic bears walking on
+icicle-handles and ascending the spoons. Was there ever such a
+convocation of pictures, bronzes, of bric-à-brac, of grandeurs, social
+grandeurs? The highest wave of New York splendor rolled into that
+house and recoiled perhaps never again to rise so high. But just at
+that time, when all earthly and infernal observation was concentered
+on that man, eternal justice, impersonated by that wonder of the
+American bar, Charles O'Connor, got on the track of the offender.
+First arraignment, then sentence to twelve years' imprisonment under
+twelve indictments, then penitentiary on Blackwell's Island, then a
+lawsuit against him for six million dollars, then incarceration in
+Ludlow Street jail, then escape to foreign land, to be brought back
+under the stout grip of the constabulary, then dying of broken heart
+in a prison cell. God allowed him to go on in iniquity until all the
+world saw as never before that "the way of the transgressor is hard,"
+and that dishonesty will not declare permanent dividends, and that you
+had better be an honest chairmaker with a day's wages at a time than
+a brilliant commissioner of public works, all your pockets crammed
+with plunder.
+
+What a brilliant figure in history is William the Conqueror, the
+intimidator of France, of Anjou, of Brittany, victor at Hastings,
+snatching the crown of England and setting it on his own brow,
+destroying homesteads that he might have a larger game forest, making
+a Doomsday Book by which he could keep the whole land under despotic
+espionage, proclaiming war in revenge for a joke uttered in regard to
+his obesity. Harvest fields and vineyards going down under the cavalry
+hoof. Nations horror-struck. But one day while at the apex of all
+observation he is riding out and the horse put his hoof on a hot
+cinder, throwing the king so violently against the pommel of the
+saddle that he dies, his son hastening to England to get the crown
+before the breath has left his father's body.
+
+The imperial corpse drawn by a cart, most of the attendants leaving it
+in the street because of a fire alarm that they might go off and see
+the conflagration. And just as they are going to put his body down in
+the church which he had built, a man stepping up and saying, "Bishop,
+the man you praise is a robber. This church stands on my father's
+homestead. The property on which this church is built is mine. I
+reclaim my right. In the name of Almighty God I forbid you to bury the
+king here, or to cover him with my glebe." "Go up," said the ambition
+of William the Conqueror. "Go up by conquest, go up by throne, go up
+in the sight of all nations, go up by cruelties." But one day God
+said, "Come down, come down by the way of a miserable death, come down
+by the way of an ignominious obsequies, come down in the sight of all
+nations, come clear down, come down forever." And you and I see the
+same thing on a smaller scale many and many a time--illustrations of
+the fact that God lets the wicked live that He may make their
+overthrow the more climacteric.
+
+What is true in regard to sin is true in regard to its author, Satan,
+called Abaddon, called the Prince of the Power of the Air, called the
+serpent, called the dragon. It seems to me any intelligent man must
+admit that there is a commander-in-chief of all evil.
+
+The Persians called him Ahriman, the Hindus called him Siva. He was
+represented on canvas as a mythological combination of Thor and
+Cerberus and Pan and Vulcan and other horrible addenda. I do not care
+what you call him, that monster of evil is abroad, and his one work is
+destruction. John Milton almost glorified him by witchery of
+description, but he is the concentration of all meanness and of all
+despicability. My little child, seven years of age, said to her mother
+one day, "Why don't God kill the devil at once, and have done with
+it?" In less terse phrase we have all asked the same question. The
+Bible says he is to be imprisoned and he is to be chained down. Why
+not heave the old miscreant into his dungeon now? Does it not seem as
+if his volume of infamy were complete? Does it not seem as if the last
+fifty years would make an appropriate peroration? No; God will let him
+go on to the top of all bad endeavor, and then when all the earth and
+all constellations and galaxies and all the universe are watching, God
+will hurl him down with a violence and ghastliness enough to persuade
+five hundred eternities that a rebellion against God must perish. God
+will not do it by piecemeal, God will not do it by small skirmish. He
+will wait until all the troops are massed, and then some day when in
+defiant and confident mood, at the head of his army, this Goliath of
+hell stalks forth, our champion, the son of David, will strike him
+down, not with smooth stones from the brook, but with fragments from
+the Rock of Ages. But it will not be done until this giant of evil and
+his holy antagonist come out within full sight of the two great
+armies. The tragedy is only postponed to make the overthrow more
+impressive and climacteric. Do not fret. If God can afford to wait you
+can afford to wait. God's clock of destiny strikes only once in a
+thousand years. Do not try to measure events by the second-hand on
+your little time-piece. Sin and Satan go on only that their overthrow
+may at last be the more terrific, the more impressive, the more
+resounding, the more climacteric.
+
+Why do the wicked live? In order that they may build up fortresses for
+righteousness to capture. Have you not noticed that God harnesses men,
+bad men, and accomplishes good through them? Witness Cyrus, witness
+Nebuchadnezzar, witness the fact that the Bastile of oppression was
+pried open by the bayonets of a bad man. Recently there came to me the
+fact that a college had been built at the Far West for infidel
+purposes. There was to be no nonsense of chapel prayers, no Bible
+reading there. All the professors there were pronounced infidels. The
+college was opened, and the work went on, but, of course, failed. Not
+long ago a Presbyterian minister was in a bank in that village on
+purposes of business, and he heard in an adjoining room the board of
+trustees of that college discussing what they had better do with the
+institution, as it did not get on successfully, and one of the
+trustees proposed that it be handed over to the Presbyterians,
+prefacing the word Presbyterians with a very unhappy expletive. The
+resolutions were passed, and that fortress of infidelity has become a
+fortress of old-fashioned, orthodox religion, the only religion that
+will be worth a snap of your finger when you come to die or appear in
+the Day of Judgment. The devil built the college. Righteousness
+captured it.
+
+In some city there goes up a great club-house--the architecture, the
+furniture, all the equipment a bedazzlement of wealth. That particular
+club-house is designed to make gambling and dissipation respectable.
+
+Do not fret. That splendid building will after a while be a free
+library, or it will be a hospital, or it will be a gallery of pure
+art. Again and again observatories have been built by infidelity, and
+the first thing you know they go into the hand of Christian science.
+God said in the Bible that He would put a hook in Sennacherib's nose
+and pull him down by a way he knew not. And God has a hook to-day in
+the nose of every Sennacherib of infidelity and sin, and will drag him
+about as He will. Marble halls deserted to sinful amusements will yet
+be dedicated for religious assemblage. All these castles of sin are to
+be captured for God as we go forth with the battle-shout that Oliver
+Cromwell rang out at the head of his troops as he rode in on the field
+of Naseby: "Let God arise and let His enemies be scattered!" After a
+great fire in London, amid the ruins there was nothing left but an
+arch with the name of the architect upon it; and, my friends, whatever
+else goes down, God stays up.
+
+Why do the wicked live? That some of them may be monuments of mercy.
+
+So it was with John Newton, so it was with Augustine, perhaps so it
+was with you. Chieftains of sin to become chieftains of grace. Paul,
+the apostle, made out of Saul, the persecutor. Baxter, the flaming
+evangel, made out of Baxter, the blasphemer. Whole squadrons, with
+streamers of Emmanuel floating from the masthead, though once they
+were launched from the dry-docks of diabolism. God lets these wicked
+men live that He may make jewels out of them for coronets, that He may
+make tongues of fire out of them for Pentecosts, that He may make
+warriors out of them for Armageddons, that he may make conquerors out
+of them for the day when they shall ride at the head of the
+white-horse host in the grand review of the resurrection.
+
+Why do the wicked live? To make it plain beyond all controversy that
+there is another place of adjustment. So many of the bad up, so many
+of the good down. It seems to me that no man can look abroad without
+saying--no man of common sense, religious or irreligious, can look
+abroad without saying, "There must be some place where brilliant
+scoundrelism shall be arrested, where innocence shall get out from
+under the heel of despotism." Common fairness as well as eternal
+justice demands it.
+
+We adjourn to the great assizes, the stupendous injustices of this
+life. They are not righted here. There must be some place where they
+will be righted. God can not afford to omit the judgment day or the
+reconstruction of conditions. For you can not make me believe that
+that man stuffed with all abomination, having devoured widows' houses
+and digested them, looking with basilisk or tigerish eyes upon his
+fellows, no music so sweet to him as the sound of breaking hearts, is,
+at death, to get out of the landau at the front door of the sepulcher
+and pass right on through to the back door of the sepulcher, and find
+a celestial turnout waiting for him, so that he can drive tandem right
+up primrosed hills, one glory riding as lackey ahead, and another
+glory riding as postilion behind, while that poor woman who supported
+her invalid husband and her helpless children by taking in washing and
+ironing, often putting her hand to her side where the cancerous
+trouble had already begun, and dropping dead late on Saturday night
+while she was preparing the garments for the Sabbath day, coming afoot
+to the front door of the sepulcher, shall pass through to the back
+door of the sepulcher and find nothing waiting, no one to welcome, no
+one to tell her the way to the King's gate. I will not believe it.
+Solomon was confounded in his day by what he represents as princes
+afoot and beggars a-horseback, but I tell you there must be a place
+and a time when the right foot will get into the stirrup. To
+demonstrate beyond all controversy that there is another place for
+adjustment, God lets the wicked live.
+
+Why do the wicked live? For the same reason that He lets us live--to
+have time for repentance.
+
+Where would you and I have been if sin had been followed by immediate
+catastrophe? While the foot of Christ is fleet as that of a roebuck
+when He comes to save, it does seem as if he were hoppled with great
+languors and infinite lethargies when He comes to punish. Oh, I
+celebrate God's slowness, God's retardation, God's putting off the
+retribution! Do you not think, my brother, it would be a great deal
+better for us to exchange our impatient hypercriticism of Providence
+because this man, by watering of stock, makes a million dollars in one
+day, and another man rides on in one bloated iniquity year after
+year--would it not be better for us to exchange that impatient
+hypercriticism for gratitude everlasting that God let us who were
+wicked live, though we deserved nothing but capsize and demolition?
+Oh, I celebrate God's slowness! The slower the rail-train comes the
+better, if the drawbridge is off.
+
+How long have you, my brother, lived unforgiven? Fifteen, twenty,
+forty, sixty years? Lived through great awakenings, lived through
+domestic sorrow, lived through commercial calamity, lived through
+providential crises that startled nations, and you are living yet,
+strangers to God, and with no hope for a great future into which you
+may be precipitated. Oh, would it not be better for us to get our
+nature through the Grace of Christ revolutionized and transfigured?
+For I want you to know that God sometimes changes His gait, and
+instead of the deliberate tread He is the swift witness, and sometimes
+the enemies of God are suddenly destroyed, and that without remedy.
+
+Make God your ally. What an offer that is! Do not fight against Him.
+Do not contend against your best interests. Yield this morning to the
+best impulse of your heart, and that is toward Christ and heaven. Do
+not fight the Lord that made you and offers to redeem you.
+
+Philip of France went out with his army, with bows and arrows, to
+fight King Edward III. of England; but just as they got into the
+critical moment of the battle, a shower of rain came and relaxed the
+bow-strings so that they were of no effect, and Philip and his army
+were worsted. And all your weaponry against God will be as nothing
+when he rains upon you discomfiture from the heavens. Do not fight the
+Lord any longer. Change allegiance. Take down the old flag of sin, run
+up the new flag of grace. It does not take the Lord Jesus Christ the
+thousandth part of a second to convert you if you will only surrender,
+be willing to be saved. The American Congress was in anxiety during
+the Revolutionary War while awaiting to hear news from the conflict
+between Washington and Cornwallis, and the anxiety became intense and
+almost unbearable as the days went by. When the news came at last that
+Cornwallis had surrendered and the war was practically over, so great
+was the excitement that the doorkeeper of the House of Congress
+dropped dead from joyful excitement. And if this long war between your
+soul and God should come to an end this morning by your entire
+surrender, the war forever over, the news would very soon reach the
+heavens, and nothing but the supernatural health of your loved ones
+before the throne would keep them from being prostrated with overjoy
+at the cessation of all spiritual hostilities.
+
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+THE END.
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+Project Gutenberg's New Tabernacle Sermons, by Thomas De Witt Talmage
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+
+<h2>NEW TABERNACLE SERMONS</h2>
+<h3>by</h3>
+<h2>T. DE WITT TALMAGE, D.D.</h2>
+
+<p style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0em;">Author Of
+<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 105%">&quot;<i>Crumbs Swept Up</i>,&quot; &quot;<i>The Abominations Of Modern Society</i>,&quot;</span> etc.</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0em">Delivered in the Brooklyn Tabernacle.</p>
+
+<p style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0em">VOL. I</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0em; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">New York:<br />
+George Munro, Publisher,<br />
+17 To 27 Vandewater Street.<br />
+1886.
+</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="center">
+<img border="0" src="images/image-01.jpg" height="400" width="415" alt="T. De Witt Talmage" /></p>
+<p style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0em">T. De Witt Talmage</p>
+
+<br />
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<br />
+<p style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0em;"><i>Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1885, by</i><br />
+ <span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">George Munro</span>,<br />
+ <i>in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, Washington, D.C.</i></p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<a name="toc" id="toc"></a><h3>CONTENTS.</h3>
+
+<div class='tble'>
+ <table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="1" width="75%" summary="Table of Contents" style="align: left">
+ <tr>
+ <td colspan="2" class="tdright" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Page</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#brawn_and_muscle">Brawn And Muscle</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">7</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#the_pleiades_and_orion">The Pleiades And Orion</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">21</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#the_queens_visit">The Queen's Visit</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">34</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#vicarious_suffering">Vicarious Suffering</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">45</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#posthumous_opportunity">Posthumous Opportunity</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">59</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#the_lords_razor">The Lord's Razor</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">72</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#windows_toward_jerusalem">Windows Toward Jerusalem</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">83</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#stormed_and_taken">Stormed And Taken</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">95</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#all_the_world_akin">All The World Akin</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">108</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#a_momentous_quest">A Momentous Quest</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">119</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#the_great_assize">The Great Assize</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">134</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#the_road_to_the_city">The Road To The City</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">147</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#the_ransomless">The Ransomless</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">158</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#the_three_groups">The Three Groups</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">171</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#the_insignificant">The Insignificant</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">184</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#the_three_rings">The Three Rings</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">197</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#how_he_came_to_say_it">How He Came To Say It</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">209</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#castle_jesus">Castle Jesus</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">221</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#stripping_the_slain">Stripping The Slain</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">233</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#sold_out">Sold Out</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">246</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#summer_temptations">Summer Temptations</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">259</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#the_banished_queen">The Banished Queen</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">274</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#the_day_we_live_in">The Day We Live In</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">285</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#capital_and_labor">Capital And Labor</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">297</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#despotism_of_the_needle">Despotism Of The Needle</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">311</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#tobacco_and_opium">Tobacco And Opium</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">325</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <td width="65%" class="tdleft" style="white-space: nowrap; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%"><a class="noline" href="#why_are_satan">Why Are Satan And Sin Permitted?</a></td>
+ <td width="35%" class="tdright">339</td>
+ </tr>
+ </table>
+</div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="brawn_and_muscle" id="brawn_and_muscle"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<h3>BRAWN AND MUSCLE.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">&quot;And Samson went down to Timnath.&quot;&mdash;
+<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Judges</span> xiv: 1.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>There are two sides to the character of Samson. The one phase of his
+life, if followed into the particulars, would administer to the
+grotesque and the mirthful; but there is a phase of his character
+fraught with lessons of solemn and eternal import. To these graver
+lessons we devote our morning sermon.</p>
+
+<p>This giant no doubt in early life gave evidences of what he was to be.
+It is almost always so. There were two Napoleons&mdash;the boy Napoleon and
+the man Napoleon&mdash;but both alike; two Howards&mdash;the boy Howard and the
+man Howard&mdash;but both alike; two Samsons&mdash;the boy Samson and the man
+Samson&mdash;but both alike. This giant was no doubt the hero of the
+playground, and nothing could stand before his exhibitions of youthful
+prowess. At eighteen years of age he was betrothed to the daughter of
+a Philistine. Going down toward Timnath, a lion came out upon him,
+and, although this young giant was weaponless, he seized the monster
+by the long mane and shook him as a hungry hound shakes a March hare,
+and made his bones crack, and left him by the wayside bleeding under
+the smiting of his fist and the grinding heft of his heel.</p>
+
+<p>There he stands, looming up above other men, a mountain of flesh, his
+arms bunched with muscle that can lift the gate of a city, taking an
+attitude defiant of everything. His hair had never been cut, and it
+rolled down in seven great plaits over his shoulders, adding to his
+bulk, fierceness, and terror. The Philistines want to conquer him, and
+therefore they must find out where the secret of his strength lies.</p>
+
+<p>There is a dissolute woman living in the valley of Sorek by the name
+of Delilah. They appoint her the agent in the case. The Philistines
+are secreted in the same building, and then Delilah goes to work and
+coaxes Samson to tell what is the secret of his strength. &quot;Well,&quot; he
+says, &quot;if you should take seven green withes such as they fasten wild
+beasts with and put them around me I should be perfectly powerless.&quot;
+So she binds him with the seven green withes. Then she claps her hands
+and says: &quot;They come&mdash;the Philistines!&quot; and he walks out as though
+they were no impediment. She coaxes him again, and says: &quot;Now tell me
+the secret of this great strength?&quot; and he replies: &quot;If you should
+take some ropes that have never been used and tie me with them I
+should be just like other men.&quot; She ties him with the ropes, claps her
+hands, and shouts: &quot;They come&mdash;the Philistines!&quot; He walks out as
+easily as he did before&mdash;not a single obstruction. She coaxes him
+again, and he says: &quot;Now, if you should take these seven long plaits
+of hair, and by this house-loom weave them into a web, I could not get
+away.&quot; So the house-loom is rolled up, and the shuttle flies backward
+and forward and the long plaits of hair are woven into a web. Then she
+claps her hands, and says: &quot;They come&mdash;the Philistines!&quot; He walks out
+as easily as he did before, dragging a part of the loom with him.</p>
+
+<p>But after awhile she persuades him to tell the truth. He says: &quot;If you
+should take a razor or shears and cut off this long hair, I should be
+powerless and in the hands of my enemies.&quot; Samson sleeps, and that she
+may not wake him up during the process of shearing, help is called in.
+You know that the barbers of the East have such a skillful way of
+manipulating the head to this very day that, instead of waking up a
+sleeping man, they will put a man wide awake sound asleep. I hear the
+blades of the shears grinding against each other, and I see the long
+locks falling off. The shears or razor accomplishes what green withes
+and new ropes and house-loom could not do. Suddenly she claps her
+hands, and says: &quot;The Philistines be upon thee, Samson!&quot; He rouses up
+with a struggle, but his strength is all gone. He is in the hands of
+his enemies.</p>
+
+<p>I hear the groan of the giant as they take his eyes out, and then I
+see him staggering on in his blindness, feeling his way as he goes on
+toward Gaza. The prison door is open, and the giant is thrust in. He
+sits down and puts his hands on the mill-crank, which, with exhausting
+horizontal motion, goes day after day, week after week, month after
+month&mdash;work, work, work! The consternation of the world in captivity,
+his locks shorn, his eyes punctured, grinding corn in Gaza!</p>
+
+<p>I. First of all, behold in this giant of the text that physical power
+is not always an index of moral power. He was a huge man&mdash;the lion
+found it out, and the three thousand men whom he slew found it out;
+yet he was the subject of petty revenges and out-gianted by low
+passion. I am far from throwing any discredit upon physical stamina.
+There are those who seem to have great admiration for delicacy and
+sickliness of constitution. I never could see any glory in weak nerves
+or sick headache. Whatever effort in our day is made to make the men
+and women more robust should have the favor of every good citizen as
+well as of every Christian. Gymnastics may be positively religious.</p>
+
+<p>Good people sometimes ascribe to a wicked heart what they ought to
+ascribe to a slow liver. The body and the soul are such near neighbors
+that they often catch each other's diseases. Those who never saw a
+sick day, and who, like Hercules, show the giant in the cradle, have
+more to answer for than those who are the subjects of life-long
+infirmities. He who can lift twice as much as you can, and walk twice
+as far, and work twice as long, will have a double account to meet in
+the judgment.</p>
+
+<p>How often it is that you do not find physical energy indicative of
+spiritual power! If a clear head is worth more than one dizzy with
+perpetual vertigo&mdash;if muscles with the play of health in them are
+worth more than those drawn up in chronic &quot;rheumatics&quot;&mdash;if an eye
+quick to catch passing objects is better than one with vision dim and
+uncertain&mdash;then God will require of us efficiency just in proportion
+to what he has given us. Physical energy ought to be a type of moral
+power. We ought to have as good digestion of truth as we have capacity
+to assimilate food. Our spiritual hearing ought to be as good as our
+physical hearing. Our spiritual taste ought to be as clear as our
+tongue. Samsons in body, we ought to be giants in moral power.</p>
+
+<p>But while you find a great many men who realize that they ought to use
+their money aright, and use their intelligence aright, how few men you
+find aware of the fact that they ought to use their physical organism
+aright! With every thump of the heart there is something saying,
+&quot;Work! work!&quot; and, lest we should complain that we have no tools to
+work with, God gives us our hands and feet, with every knuckle, and
+with every joint, and with every muscle saying to us, &quot;Lay hold and do
+something.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>But how often it is that men with physical strength do not serve
+Christ! They are like a ship full manned and full rigged, capable of
+vast tonnage, able to endure all stress of weather, yet swinging idly
+at the docks, when these men ought to be crossing and recrossing the
+great ocean of human suffering and sin with God's supplies of mercy.
+How often it is that physical strength is used in doing positive
+damage, or in luxurious ease, when, with sleeves rolled up and bronzed
+bosom, fearless of the shafts of opposition, it ought to be laying
+hold with all its might, and tugging away to lift up this sunken wreck
+of a world.</p>
+
+<p>It is a most shameful fact that much of the business of the Church and
+of the world must be done by those comparatively invalid. Richard
+Baxter, by reason of his diseases, all his days sitting in the door of
+the tomb, yet writing more than a hundred volumes, and sending out an
+influence for God that will endure as long as the &quot;Saints' Everlasting
+Rest.&quot; Edward Payson, never knowing a well day, yet how he preached,
+and how he wrote, helping thousands of dying souls like himself to
+swim in a sea of glory! And Robert M'Cheyne, a walking skeleton, yet
+you know what he did in Dundee, and how he shook Scotland with zeal
+for God. Philip Doddridge, advised by his friends, because of his
+illness, not to enter the ministry, yet you know what he did for the
+&quot;rise and progress of religion&quot; in the Church and in the world.</p>
+
+<p>Wilberforce was told by his doctors that he could not live a
+fortnight, yet at that very time entering upon philanthropic
+enterprises that demanded the greatest endurance and persistence.
+Robert Hall, suffering excruciations, so that often in his pulpit
+while preaching he would stop and lie down on a sofa, then getting up
+again to preach about heaven until the glories of the celestial city
+dropped on the multitude, doing more work, perhaps, than almost any
+well man in his day.</p>
+
+<p>Oh, how often it is that men with great physical endurance are not as
+great in moral and spiritual stature! While there are achievements for
+those who are bent all their days with sickness&mdash;achievements of
+patience, achievements of Christian endurance&mdash;I call upon men of
+health to-day, men of muscle, men of nerve, men of physical power, to
+devote themselves to the Lord. Giants in body, you ought to be giants
+in soul.</p>
+
+<p>II. Behold also, in the story of my text, illustration of the fact of
+the damage that strength can do if it be misguided. It seems to me
+that this man spent a great deal of his time in doing evil&mdash;this
+Samson of my text. To pay a bet which he had lost by guessing of his
+riddle he robs and kills thirty people. He was not only gigantic in
+strength, but gigantic in mischief, and a type of those men in all
+ages of the world who, powerful in body or mind, or any faculty of
+social position or wealth, have used their strength for iniquitous
+purposes.</p>
+
+<p>It is not the small, weak men of the day who do the damage. These
+small men who go swearing and loafing about your stores and shops and
+banking-houses, assailing Christ and the Bible and the Church&mdash;they do
+not do the damage. They have no influence. They are vermin that you
+crush with your foot. But it is the giants of the day, the misguided
+giants, giants in physical power, or giants in mental acumen, or
+giants in social position, or giants in wealth, who do the damage.</p>
+
+<p>The men with sharp pens that stab religion and throw their poison all
+through our literature; the men who use the power of wealth to
+sanction iniquity, and bribe justice, and make truth and honor bow to
+their golden scepter.</p>
+
+<p>Misguided giants&mdash;look out for them! In the middle and the latter part
+of the last century no doubt there were thousands of men in Paris and
+Edinburgh and London who hated God and blasphemed the name of the
+Almighty; but they did but little mischief&mdash;they were small men,
+insignificant men. Yet there were giants in those days.</p>
+
+<p>Who can calculate the soul-havoc of a Rousseau, going on with a very
+enthusiasm of iniquity, with fiery imagination seizing upon all the
+impulsive natures of his day? or David Hume, who employed his life as
+a spider employs its summer, in spinning out silken webs to trap the
+unwary? or Voltaire, the most learned man of his day, marshaling a
+great host of skeptics, and leading them out in the dark land of
+infidelity? or Gibbon, who showed an uncontrollable grudge against
+religion in his history of one of the most fascinating periods of the
+world's existence&mdash;the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire&mdash;a book in
+which, with all the splendors of his genius, he magnified the errors
+of Christian disciples, while, with a sparseness of notice that never
+can be forgiven, he treated of the Christian heroes of whom the world
+was not worthy?</p>
+
+<p>Oh, men of stout physical health, men of great mental stature, men of
+high social position, men of great power of any sort, I want you to
+understand your power, and I want you to know that that power devoted
+to God will be a crown on earth, to you typical of a crown in heaven;
+but misguided, bedraggled in sin, administrative of evil, God will
+thunder against you with His condemnation in the day when millionaire
+and pauper, master and slave, king and subject, shall stand side by
+side in the judgment, and money-bags, and judicial ermine, and royal
+robe shall be riven with the lightnings.</p>
+
+<p>Behold also, how a giant may be slain of a woman. Delilah started the
+train of circumstances that pulled down the temple of Dagon about
+Samson's ears. And tens of thousands of giants have gone down to death
+and hell through the same impure fascinations. It seems to me that it
+is high time that pulpit and platform and printing-press speak out
+against the impurities of modern society. Fastidiousness and Prudery
+say: &quot;Better not speak&mdash;you will rouse up adverse criticism; you will
+make worse what you want to make better; better deal in glittering
+generalities; the subject is too delicate for polite ears.&quot; But there
+comes a voice from heaven overpowering the mincing sentimentalities of
+the day, saying: &quot;Cry aloud, spare not, lift up thy voice like a
+trumpet, and show my people their transgressions and the house of
+Jacob their sins.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The trouble is that when people write or speak upon this theme they
+are apt to cover it up with the graces of belles-lettres, so that the
+crime is made attractive instead of repulsive. Lord Byron in &quot;Don
+Juan&quot; adorns this crime until it smiles like a May queen. Michelet,
+the great French writer, covers it up with bewitching rhetoric until
+it glows like the rising sun, when it ought to be made loathsome as a
+small-pox hospital. There are to-day influences abroad which, if
+unresisted by the pulpit and the printing-press, will turn New York
+and Brooklyn into Sodom and Gomorrah, fit only for the storm of fire
+and brimstone that whelmed the cities of the plain.</p>
+
+<p>You who are seated in your Christian homes, compassed by moral and
+religious restraints, do not realize the gulf of iniquity that bounds
+you on the north and the south and the east and the west. While I
+speak there are tens of thousands of men and women going over the
+awful plunge of an impure life; and while I cry to God for mercy upon
+their souls, I call upon you to marshal in the defense of your homes,
+your Church and your nation. There is a banqueting hall that you have
+never heard described. You know all about the feast of Ahasuerus,
+where a thousand lords sat. You know all about Belshazzar's carousal,
+where the blood of the murdered king spurted into the faces of the
+banqueters. You may know of the scene of riot and wassail, when there
+was set before Esopus one dish of food that cost $400,000. But I speak
+now of a different banqueting hall. Its roof is fretted with fire. Its
+floor is tesselated with fire. Its chalices are chased with fire. Its
+song is a song of fire. Its walls are buttresses of fire. Solomon
+refers to it when he says: &quot;Her guests are in the depths of hell.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Our American communities are suffering from the gospel of Free
+Loveism, which, fifteen or twenty years ago, was preached on the
+platform and in some of the churches of this country. I charge upon
+Free Loveism that it has blighted innumerable homes, and that it has
+sent innumerable souls to ruin. Free Loveism is bestial; it is
+worse&mdash;it is infernal! It has furnished this land with about one
+thousand divorces annually. In one county in the State of Indiana it
+furnished eleven divorces in one day before dinner. It has roused up
+elopements, North, South, East, and West. You can hardly take up a
+paper but you read of an elopement. As far as I can understand the
+doctrine of Free Loveism it is this: That every man ought to have
+somebody else's wife, and every wife somebody else's husband. They do
+not like our Christian organization of society, and I wish they would
+all elope, the wretches of one sex taking the wretches of the other,
+and start to-morrow morning for the great Sahara Desert, until the
+simoom shall sweep seven feet of sand all over them, and not one
+passing caravan for the next five hundred years bring back one
+miserable bone of their carcasses! Free Loveism! It is the
+double-distilled extract of nux vomica, ratsbane, and adder's tongue.
+Never until society goes back to the old Bible, and hears its eulogy
+of purity and its anathema of uncleanness&mdash;never until then will this
+evil be extirpated.</p>
+
+<p>IV. Behold also in this giant of the text and in the giant of our own
+century that great physical power must crumble and expire. The Samson
+of the text long ago went away. He fought the lion. He fought the
+Philistines. He could fight anything, but death was too much for him.
+He may have required a longer grave and a broader grave; but the tomb
+nevertheless was his terminus.</p>
+
+<p>If, then, we are to be compelled to go out of this world, where are we
+to go to? This body and soul must soon part. What shall be the destiny
+of the former I know&mdash;dust to dust. But what shall be the destiny of
+the latter? Shall it rise into the companionship of the white-robed,
+whose sins Christ has slain? or will it go down among the unbelieving,
+who tried to gain the world and save their souls, but were swindled
+out of both? Blessed be God, we have a Champion! He is so styled in
+the Bible: A Champion who has conquered death and hell, and he is
+ready to fight all our battles from the first to the last. &quot;Who is
+this that cometh from Edom, with dyed garments from Bozrah, mighty to
+save?&quot; If we follow in the wake of that Champion death has no power
+and the grave no victory. The worst man trusting in Him shall have his
+dying pangs alleviated and his future illumined.</p>
+
+<p>V. In the light of this subject I want to call your attention to a
+fact which may not have been rightly considered by five men in this
+house, and that is the fact that we must be brought into judgment for
+the employment of our physical organism. Shoulder, brain, hand,
+foot&mdash;we must answer in judgment for the use we have made of them.
+Have they been used for the elevation of society or for its
+depression? In proportion as our arm is strong and our step elastic
+will our account at last be intensified. Thousands of sermons are
+preached to invalids. I preach this sermon this morning to stout men
+and healthful women. We must give to God an account for the right use
+of this physical organism.</p>
+
+<p>These invalids have comparatively little to account for, perhaps. They
+could not lift twenty pounds. They could not walk half a mile without
+sitting down to rest. In the preparation of this subject I have said
+to myself, how shall I account to God in judgment for the use of a
+body which never knew one moment of real sickness? Rising up in
+judgment, standing beside the men and women who had only little
+physical energy, and yet consumed that energy in a conflagration of
+religious enthusiasm, how will we feel abashed!</p>
+
+<p>Oh, men of the strong arm and the stout heart, what use are you making
+of your physical forces? Will you be able to stand the test of that
+day when we must answer for the use of every talent, whether it were a
+physical energy, or a mental acumen, or a spiritual power?</p>
+
+<p>The day approaches, and I see one who in this world was an invalid,
+and as she stands before the throne of God to answer she says, &quot;I was
+sick all my days. I had but very little strength, but I did as well as
+I could in being kind to those who were more sick and more
+suffering.&quot; And Christ will say, &quot;Well done, faithful servant.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>And then a little child will stand before the throne, and she will
+say, &quot;On earth I had a curvature of the spine, and I was very weak,
+and I was very sick; but I used to gather flowers out of the wild-wood
+and bring them to my sick mother, and she was comforted when she saw
+the sweet flowers out of the wild-wood. I didn't do much, but I did
+something.&quot; And Christ shall say, as He takes her up in His arm and
+kisses her, &quot;Well done, well done, faithful servant; enter thou into
+the joy of thy Lord.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>What, then, will be said to us&mdash;we to whom the Lord gave physical
+strength and continuous health? Hark! it thunders again. The judgment!
+the judgment!</p>
+
+<p>I said to an old Scotch minister, who was one of the best friends I
+ever had, &quot;Doctor, did you ever know Robert Pollock, the Scotch poet,
+who wrote 'The Course of Time'?&quot; &quot;Oh, yes,&quot; he replied, &quot;I knew him
+well; I was his classmate.&quot; And then the doctor went on to tell me how
+that the writing of &quot;The Course of Time&quot; exhausted the health of
+Robert Pollock, and he expired. It seems as if no man could have such
+a glimpse of the day for which all other days were made as Robert
+Pollock had, and long survive that glimpse. In the description of that
+day he says, among other things:</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;Begin the woe, ye woods, and tell it to the doleful winds<br /></span>
+<span>And doleful winds wail to the howling hills,<br /></span>
+<span>And howling hills mourn to the dismal vales,<br /></span>
+<span>And dismal vales sigh to the sorrowing brooks,<br /></span>
+<span>And sorrowing brooks weep to the weeping stream,<br /></span>
+<span>And weeping stream awake the groaning deep;<br /></span>
+<span>Ye heavens, great archway of the universe, put sack-cloth on;<br /></span>
+<span>And ocean, robe thyself in garb of widowhood,<br /></span>
+<span>And gather all thy waves into a groan, and utter it.<br /></span>
+<span>Long, loud, deep, piercing, dolorous, immense.<br /></span>
+<span>The occasion asks it, Nature dies, and angels come to lay<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">her in her grave.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>What Robert Pollock saw in poetic dream, you and I will see in
+positive reality&mdash;the judgment! the judgment!</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="the_pleiades_and_orion" id="the_pleiades_and_orion"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+
+<h3>THE PLEIADES AND ORION.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">&quot;Seek Him that maketh the Seven Stars and Orion.&quot;&mdash;
+<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Amos</span>. v. 8</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>A country farmer wrote this text&mdash;Amos of Tekoa. He plowed the earth
+and threshed the grain by a new threshing-machine just invented, as
+formerly the cattle trod out the grain. He gathered the fruit of the
+sycamore-tree, and scarified it with an iron comb just before it was
+getting ripe, as it was necessary and customary in that way to take
+from it the bitterness. He was the son of a poor shepherd, and
+stuttered; but before the stammering rustic the Philistines, and
+Syrians, and Phoenicians, and Moabites, and Ammonites, and Edomites,
+and Israelites trembled.</p>
+
+<p>Moses was a law-giver, Daniel was a prince, Isaiah a courtier, and
+David a king; but Amos, the author of my text, was a peasant, and, as
+might be supposed, nearly all his parallelisms are pastoral, his
+prophecy full of the odor of new-mown hay, and the rattle of locusts,
+and the rumble of carts with sheaves, and the roar of wild beasts
+devouring the flock while the shepherd came out in their defense. He
+watched the herds by day, and by night inhabited a booth made out of
+bushes, so that through these branches he could see the stars all
+night long, and was more familiar with them than we who have tight
+roofs to our houses, and hardly ever see the stars except among the
+tall brick chimneys of the great towns. But at seasons of the year
+when the herds were in special danger, he would stay out in the open
+field all through the darkness, his only shelter the curtain of the
+night, heaven, with the stellar embroideries and silvered tassels of
+lunar light.</p>
+
+<p>What a life of solitude, all alone with his herds! Poor Amos! And at
+twelve o'clock at night, hark to the wolf's bark, and the lion's roar,
+and the bear's growl, and the owl's te-whit-te-whos, and the serpent's
+hiss, as he unwittingly steps too near while moving through the
+thickets! So Amos, like other herdsmen, got the habit of studying the
+map of the heavens, because it was so much of the time spread out
+before him. He noticed some stars advancing and others receding. He
+associated their dawn and setting with certain seasons of the year. He
+had a poetic nature, and he read night by night, and month by month,
+and year by year, the poem of the constellations, divinely rhythmic.
+But two rosettes of stars especially attracted his attention while
+seated on the ground, or lying on his back under the open scroll of
+the midnight heavens&mdash;the Pleiades, or Seven Stars, and Orion. The
+former group this rustic prophet associated with the spring, as it
+rises about the first of May. The latter he associated with the
+winter, as it comes to the meridian in January. The Pleiades, or Seven
+Stars, connected with all sweetness and joy; Orion, the herald of the
+tempest. The ancients were the more apt to study the physiognomy and
+juxtaposition of the heavenly bodies, because they thought they had a
+special influence upon the earth; and perhaps they were right. If the
+moon every few hours lifts and lets down the tides of the Atlantic
+Ocean, and the electric storms of last year in the sun, by all
+scientific admission, affected the earth, why not the stars have
+proportionate effect?</p>
+
+<p>And there are some things which make me think that it may not have
+been all superstition which connected the movements and appearance of
+the heavenly bodies with great moral events on earth. Did not a meteor
+run on evangelistic errand on the first Christmas night, and designate
+the rough cradle of our Lord? Did not the stars in their courses fight
+against Sisera? Was it merely coincidental that before the destruction
+of Jerusalem the moon was eclipsed for twelve consecutive nights? Did
+it merely happen so that a new star appeared in constellation
+Cassiopeia, and then disappeared just before King Charles IX. of
+France, who was responsible for St. Bartholomew massacre, died? Was it
+without significance that in the days of the Roman Emperor Justinian
+war and famine were preceded by the dimness of the sun, which for
+nearly a year gave no more light than the moon, although there were no
+clouds to obscure it?</p>
+
+<p>Astrology, after all, may have been something more than a brilliant
+heathenism. No wonder that Amos of the text, having heard these two
+anthems of the stars, put down the stout rough staff of the herdsman
+and took into his brown hand and cut and knotted fingers the pen of a
+prophet, and advised the recreant people of his time to return to God,
+saying: &quot;Seek Him that maketh the Seven Stars and Orion.&quot; This
+command, which Amos gave 785 years B.C., is just as appropriate for
+us, 1885 A.D.</p>
+
+<p>In the first place, Amos saw, as we must see, that the God who made
+the Pleiades and Orion must be the God of order. It was not so much a
+star here and a star there that impressed the inspired herdsman, but
+seven in one group, and seven in the other group. He saw that night
+after night and season after season and decade after decade they had
+kept step of light, each one in its own place, a sisterhood never
+clashing and never contesting precedence. From the time Hesiod called
+the Pleiades the &quot;seven daughters of Atlas&quot; and Virgil wrote in his
+&AElig;neid of &quot;Stormy Orion&quot; until now, they have observed the order
+established for their coming and going; order written not in
+manuscript that may be pigeon-holed, but with the hand of the Almighty
+on the dome of the sky, so that all nations may read it. Order.
+Persistent order. Sublime order. Omnipotent order.</p>
+
+<p>What a sedative to you and me, to whom communities and nations
+sometimes seem going pell-mell, and world ruled by some fiend at
+hap-hazard, and in all directions maladministration! The God who keeps
+seven worlds in right circuit for six thousand years can certainly
+keep all the affairs of individuals and nations and continents in
+adjustment. We had not better fret much, for the peasant's argument of
+the text was right. If God can take care of the seven worlds of the
+Pleiades and the four chief worlds of Orion, He can probably take care
+of the one world we inhabit.</p>
+
+<p>So I feel very much as my father felt one day when we were going to
+the country mill to get a grist ground, and I, a boy of seven years,
+sat in the back part of the wagon, and our yoke of oxen ran away with
+us and along a labyrinthine road through the woods, so that I thought
+every moment we would be dashed to pieces, and I made a terrible
+outcry of fright, and my father turned to me with a face perfectly
+calm, and said: &quot;De Witt, what are you crying about? I guess we can
+ride as fast as the oxen can run.&quot; And, my hearers, why should we be
+affrighted and lose our equilibrium in the swift movement of worldly
+events, especially when we are assured that it is not a yoke of
+unbroken steers that are drawing us on, but that order and wise
+government are in the yoke?</p>
+
+<p>In your occupation, your mission, your sphere, do the best you can,
+and then trust to God; and if things are all mixed and disquieting,
+and your brain is hot and your heart sick, get some one to go out with
+you into the starlight and point out to you the Pleiades, or, better
+than that, get into some observatory, and through the telescope see
+further than Amos with the naked eye could&mdash;namely, two hundred stars
+in the Pleiades, and that in what is called the sword of Orion there
+is a nebula computed to be two trillion two hundred thousand billions
+of times larger than the sun. Oh, be at peace with the God who made
+all that and controls all that&mdash;the wheel of the constellations
+turning in the wheel of galaxies for thousands of years without the
+breaking of a cog or the slipping of a band or the snap of an axle.
+For your placidity and comfort through the Lord Jesus Christ I charge
+you, &quot;Seek Him that maketh the Seven Stars and Orion.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Again, Amos saw, as we must see, that the God who made these two
+groups of the text was the God of light. Amos saw that God was not
+satisfied with making one star, or two or three stars, but He makes
+seven; and having finished that group of worlds, makes another
+group&mdash;group after group. To the Pleiades He adds Orion. It seems that
+God likes light so well that He keeps making it. Only one being in the
+universe knows the statistics of solar, lunar, stellar, meteoric
+creations, and that is the&mdash;Creator Himself. And they have all been
+lovingly christened, each one a name as distinct as the names of your
+children. &quot;He telleth the number of the stars; He calleth them all by
+their names.&quot; The seven Pleiades had names given to them, and they are
+Alcyone, Merope, Cel&aelig;no, Electra, Sterope, Taygete, and Maia.</p>
+
+<p>But think of the billions and trillions of daughters of starry light
+that God calls by name as they sweep by Him with beaming brow and
+lustrous robe! So fond is God of light&mdash;natural light, moral light,
+spiritual light. Again and again is light harnessed for
+symbolization&mdash;Christ, the bright and morning star; evangelization,
+the daybreak; the redemption of nations, Sun of Righteousness rising
+with healing in His wings. Oh, men and women, with so many sorrows and
+sins and perplexities, if you want light of comfort, light of pardon,
+light of goodness, in earnest, pray through Christ, &quot;Seek Him that
+maketh the Seven Stars and Orion.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Again, Amos saw, as we must see, that the God who made these two
+archipelagoes of stars must be an unchanging God. There had been no
+change in the stellar appearance in this herdsman's life-time, and his
+father, a shepherd, reported to him that there had been no change in
+his life-time. And these two clusters hang over the celestial arbor
+now just as they were the first night that they shone on the Edenic
+bowers, the same as when the Egyptians built the Pyramids from the top
+of which to watch them, the same as when the Chaldeans calculated the
+eclipses, the same as when Elihu, according to the Book of Job, went
+out to study the aurora borealis, the same under Ptolemaic system and
+Copernican system, the same from Calisthenes to Pythagoras, and from
+Pythagoras to Herschel. Surely, a changeless God must have fashioned
+the Pleiades and Orion! Oh, what an anodyne amid the ups and downs of
+life, and the flux and reflux of the tides of prosperity, to know that
+we have a changeless God, the same yesterday, to-day, and forever.</p>
+
+<p>Xerxes garlanded and knighted the steersman of his boat in the
+morning, and hanged him in the evening of the same day. Fifty thousand
+people stood around the columns of the national capitol, shouting
+themselves hoarse at the presidential inaugural, and in four months so
+great were the antipathies that a ruffian's pistol in Washington depot
+expressed the sentiment of a great multitude. The world sits in its
+chariot and drives tandem, and the horse ahead is Huzza, and the horse
+behind is Anathema. Lord Cobham, in King James' time, was applauded,
+and had thirty-five thousand dollars a year, but was afterward
+execrated, and lived on scraps stolen from the royal kitchen.
+Alexander the Great after death remained unburied for thirty days,
+because no one would do the honor of shoveling him under. The Duke of
+Wellington refused to have his iron fence mended, because it had been
+broken by an infuriated populace in some hour of political
+excitement, and he left it in ruins that men might learn what a fickle
+thing is human favor. &quot;But the mercy of the Lord is from everlasting
+to everlasting to them that fear Him, and His righteousness unto the
+children's children of such as keep His covenant, and to those who
+remember His commandments to do them.&quot; This moment &quot;seek Him that
+maketh the Seven Stars and Orion.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Again, Amos saw, as we must see, that the God who made these two
+beacons of the Oriental night sky must be a God of love and kindly
+warning. The Pleiades rising in mid-sky said to all the herdsmen and
+shepherds and husbandmen: &quot;Come out and enjoy the mild weather, and
+cultivate your gardens and fields.&quot; Orion, coming in winter, warned
+them to prepare for tempest. All navigation was regulated by these two
+constellations. The one said to shipmaster and crew: &quot;Hoist sail for
+the sea, and gather merchandise from other lands.&quot; But Orion was the
+storm-signal, and said: &quot;Reef sail, make things snug, or put into
+harbor, for the hurricanes are getting their wings out.&quot; As the
+Pleiades were the sweet evangels of the spring, Orion was the warning
+prophet of the winter.</p>
+
+<p>Oh, now I get the best view of God I ever had! There are two kinds of
+sermons I never want to preach&mdash;the one that presents God so kind, so
+indulgent, so lenient, so imbecile that men may do what they will
+against Him, and fracture His every law, and put the cry of their
+impertinence and rebellion under His throne, and while they are
+spitting in His face and stabbing at His heart, He takes them up in
+His arms and kisses their infuriated brow and cheek, saying, &quot;Of such
+is the kingdom of heaven.&quot; The other kind of sermon I never want to
+preach is the one that represents God as all fire and torture and
+thundercloud, and with red-hot pitch-fork tossing the human race into
+paroxysms of infinite agony. The sermon that I am now preaching
+believes in a God of loving, kindly warning, the God of spring and
+winter, the God of the Pleiades and Orion.</p>
+
+<p>You must remember that the winter is just as important as the spring.
+Let one winter pass without frost to kill vegetation and ice to bind
+the rivers and snow to enrich our fields, and then you will have to
+enlarge your hospitals and your cemeteries. &quot;A green Christmas makes a
+fat grave-yard,&quot; was the old proverb. Storms to purify the air.
+Thermometer at ten degrees above zero to tone up the system. December
+and January just as important as May and June. I tell you we need the
+storms of life as much as we do the sunshine. There are more men
+ruined by prosperity than by adversity. If we had our own way in life,
+before this we would have been impersonations of selfishness and
+worldliness and disgusting sin, and puffed up until we would have been
+like Julius C&aelig;sar, who was made by sycophants to believe that he was
+divine, and the freckles on his face were as the stars of the
+firmament.</p>
+
+<p>One of the swiftest transatlantic voyages made last summer by the
+&quot;Etruria&quot; was because she had a stormy wind abaft, chasing her from
+New York to Liverpool. But to those going in the opposite direction
+the storm was a buffeting and a hinderance. It is a bad thing to have
+a storm ahead, pushing us back; but if we be God's children and
+aiming toward heaven, the storms of life will only chase us the sooner
+into the harbor. I am so glad to believe that the monsoons, and
+typhoons, and mistrals, and siroccos of the land and sea are not
+unchained maniacs let loose upon the earth, but are under divine
+supervision! I am so glad that the God of the Seven Stars is also the
+God of Orion! It was out of Dante's suffering came the sublime &quot;Divina
+Commedia,&quot; and out of John Milton's blindness came &quot;Paradise Lost,&quot;
+and out of miserable infidel attack came the &quot;Bridgewater Treatise&quot; in
+favor of Christianity, and out of David's exile came the songs of
+consolation, and out of the sufferings of Christ came the possibility
+of the world's redemption, and out of your bereavement, your
+persecution, your poverties, your misfortunes, may yet come an eternal
+heaven.</p>
+
+<p>Oh, what a mercy it is that in the text and all up and down the Bible
+God induces us to look out toward other worlds! Bible astronomy in
+Genesis, in Joshua, in Job, in the Psalms, in the prophets, major and
+minor, in St. John's Apocalypse, practically saying, &quot;Worlds! worlds!
+worlds! Get ready for them!&quot; We have a nice little world here that we
+stick to, as though losing that we lose all. We are afraid of falling
+off this little raft of a world. We are afraid that some meteoric
+iconoclast will some night smash it, and we want everything to revolve
+around it, and are disappointed when we find that it revolves around
+the sun instead of the sun revolving around it. What a fuss we make
+about this little bit of a world, its existence only a short time
+between two spasms, the paroxysm by which it was hurled from chaos
+into order, and the paroxysm of its demolition.</p>
+
+<p>And I am glad that so many texts call us to look off to other worlds,
+many of them larger and grander and more resplendent. &quot;Look there,&quot;
+says Job, &quot;at Mazaroth and Arcturus and his sons!&quot; &quot;Look there,&quot; says
+St. John, &quot;at the moon under Christ's feet!&quot; &quot;Look there,&quot; says
+Joshua, &quot;at the sun standing still above Gibeon!&quot; &quot;Look there,&quot; says
+Moses, &quot;at the sparkling firmament!&quot; &quot;Look there,&quot; says Amos, the
+herdsman, &quot;at the Seven Stars and Orion!&quot; Don't let us be so sad about
+those who shove off from this world under Christly pilotage. Don't let
+us be so agitated about our own going off this little barge or sloop
+or canal-boat of a world to get on some &quot;Great Eastern&quot; of the
+heavens. Don't let us persist in wanting to stay in this barn, this
+shed, this outhouse of a world, when all the King's palaces already
+occupied by many of our best friends are swinging wide open their
+gates to let us in.</p>
+
+<p>When I read, &quot;In my Father's house are many mansions,&quot; I do not know
+but that each world is a room, and as many rooms as there are worlds,
+stellar stairs, stellar galleries, stellar hallways, stellar windows,
+stellar domes. How our departed friends must pity us shut up in these
+cramped apartments, tired if we walk fifteen miles, when they some
+morning, by one stroke of wing, can make circuit of the whole stellar
+system and be back in time for matins! Perhaps yonder twinkling
+constellation is the residence of the martyrs; that group of twelve
+luminaries is the celestial home of the Apostles. Perhaps that steep
+of light is the dwelling-place of angels cherubic, seraphic,
+archangelic. A mansion with as many rooms as worlds, and all their
+windows illuminated for festivity.</p>
+
+<p>Oh, how this widens and lifts and stimulates our expectation! How
+little it makes the present, and how stupendous it makes the future!
+How it consoles us about our pious dead, that instead of being boxed
+up and under the ground have the range of as many rooms as there are
+worlds, and welcome everywhere, for it is the Father's house, in which
+there are many mansions! Oh, Lord God of the Seven Stars and Orion,
+how can I endure the transport, the ecstasy, of such a vision! I must
+obey my text and seek Him. I will seek Him. I seek Him now, for I call
+to mind that it is not the material universe that is most valuable,
+but the spiritual, and that each of us has a soul worth more than all
+the worlds which the inspired herdsman saw from his booth on the hills
+of Tekoa.</p>
+
+<p>I had studied it before, but the Cathedral of Cologne, Germany, never
+impressed me as it did this summer. It is admittedly the grandest
+Gothic structure in the world, its foundation laid in 1248, only two
+or three years ago completed. More than six hundred years in building.
+All Europe taxed for its construction. Its chapel of the Magi with
+precious stones enough to purchase a kingdom. Its chapel of St. Agnes
+with masterpieces of painting. Its spire springing five hundred and
+eleven feet into the heavens. Its stained glass the chorus of all rich
+colors. Statues encircling the pillars and encircling all. Statues
+above statues, until sculpture can do no more, but faints and falls
+back against carved stalls and down on pavements over which the kings
+and queens of the earth have walked to confession. Nave and aisles and
+transept and portals combining the splendors of sunrise. Interlaced,
+interfoliated, intercolumned grandeur. As I stood outside, looking at
+the double range of flying buttresses and the forest of pinnacles,
+higher and higher and higher, until I almost reeled from dizziness, I
+exclaimed; &quot;Great doxology in stone! Frozen prayer of many nations!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>But while standing there I saw a poor man enter and put down his pack
+and kneel beside his burden on the hard floor of that cathedral. And
+tears of deep emotion came into my eyes, as I said to myself: &quot;There
+is a soul worth more than all the material surroundings. That man will
+live after the last pinnacle has fallen, and not one stone of all that
+cathedral glory shall remain uncrumbled. He is now a Lazarus in rags
+and poverty and weariness, but immortal, and a son of the Lord God
+Almighty; and the prayer he now offers, though amid many
+superstitions, I believe God will hear; and among the Apostles whose
+sculptured forms stand in the surrounding niches he will at last be
+lifted, and into the presence of that Christ whose sufferings are
+represented by the crucifix before which he bows; and be raised in due
+time out of all his poverties into the glorious home built for him and
+built for us by 'Him who maketh the Seven Stars and Orion.'&quot;</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="the_queens_visit" id="the_queens_visit"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<h3>THE QUEEN'S VISIT.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">
+&quot;Behold, the half was not told me.&quot;&mdash;
+<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">I Kings</span> x: 7.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>Solomon had resolved that Jerusalem should be the center of all
+sacred, regal, and commercial magnificence. He set himself to work,
+and monopolized the surrounding desert as a highway for his caravans.
+He built the city of Palmyra around one of the principal wells of the
+East, so that all the long trains of merchandise from the East were
+obliged to stop there, pay toll, and leave part of their wealth in the
+hands of Solomon's merchants. He manned the fortress Thapsacus at the
+chief ford of the Euphrates, and put under guard everything that
+passed there. The three great products of Palestine&mdash;wine pressed from
+the richest clusters and celebrated all the world over; oil which in
+that hot country is the entire substitute for butter and lard, and was
+pressed from the olive branches until every tree in the country became
+an oil well; and honey which was the entire substitute for
+sugar&mdash;these three great products of the country Solomon exported, and
+received in return fruits and precious woods and the animals of every
+clime.</p>
+
+<p>He went down to Ezion-geber and ordered a fleet of ships to be
+constructed, oversaw the workmen, and watched the launching of the
+flotilla which was to go out on more than a year's voyage, to bring
+home the wealth of the then known world. He heard that the Egyptian
+horses were large and swift, and long-maned and round-limbed, and he
+resolved to purchase them, giving eighty-five dollars apiece for them,
+putting the best of these horses in his own stall, and selling the
+surplus to foreign potentates at great profit.</p>
+
+<p>He heard that there was the best of timber on Mount Lebanon, and he
+sent out one hundred and eighty thousand men to hew down the forest
+and drag the timber through the mountain gorges, to construct it into
+rafts to be floated to Joppa, and from thence to be drawn by ox-teams
+twenty-five miles across the land to Jerusalem. He heard that there
+were beautiful flowers in other lands. He sent for them, planted them
+in his own gardens, and to this very day there are flowers found in
+the ruins of that city such as are to be found in no other part of
+Palestine, the lineal descendants of the very flowers that Solomon
+planted. He heard that in foreign groves there were birds of richest
+voice and most luxuriant wing. He sent out people to catch them and
+bring them there, and he put them into his cages.</p>
+
+<p>Stand back now and see this long train of camels coming up to the
+king's gate, and the ox-trains from Egypt, gold and silver and
+precious stones, and beasts of every hoof, and birds of every wing,
+and fish of every scale! See the peacocks strut under the cedars, and
+the horsemen run, and the chariots wheel! Hark to the orchestra! Gaze
+upon the dance! Not stopping to look into the wonders of the temple,
+step right on to the causeway, and pass up to Solomon's palace!</p>
+
+<p>Here we find ourselves amid a collection of buildings on which the
+king had lavished the wealth of many empires. The genius of Hiram, the
+architect, and of the other artists is here seen in the long line of
+corridors and the suspended gallery and the approach to the throne.
+Traceried window opposite traceried window. Bronzed ornaments bursting
+into lotus and lily and pomegranate. Chapiters surrounded by network
+of leaves in which imitation fruit seemed suspended as in hanging
+baskets. Three branches&mdash;so Josephus tells us&mdash;three branches
+sculptured on the marble, so thin and subtle that even the leaves
+seemed to quiver. A laver capable of holding five hundred barrels of
+water on six hundred brazen ox-heads, which gushed with water and
+filled the whole place with coolness and crystalline brightness and
+musical plash. Ten tables chased with chariot wheel and lion and
+cherubim. Solomon sat on a throne of ivory. At the seating place of
+the throne, on each end of the steps, a brazen lion. Why, my friends,
+in that place they trimmed their candles with snuffers of gold, and
+they cut their fruits with knives of gold, and they washed their faces
+in basins of gold, and they scooped out the ashes with shovels of
+gold, and they stirred the altar fires with tongs of gold. Gold
+reflected in the water! Gold flashing from the apparel! Gold blazing
+in the crown! Gold, gold, gold!</p>
+
+<p>Of course the news of the affluence of that place went out everywhere
+by every caravan and by wing of every ship, until soon the streets of
+Jerusalem are crowded with curiosity seekers. What is that long
+procession approaching Jerusalem? I think from the pomp of it there
+must be royalty in the train. I smell the breath of the spices which
+are brought as presents, and I hear the shout of the drivers, and I
+see the dust-covered caravan showing that they come from far away. Cry
+the news up to the palace. The Queen of Sheba advances. Let all the
+people come out to see. Let the mighty men of the land come out on the
+palace corridors. Let Solomon come down the stairs of the palace
+before the queen has alighted. Shake out the cinnamon, and the
+saffron, and the calamus, and the frankincense, and pass it into the
+treasure house. Take up the diamonds until they glitter in the sun.</p>
+
+<p>The Queen of Sheba alights. She enters the palace. She washes at the
+bath. She sits down at the banquet. The cup-bearers bow. The meat
+smokes. The music trembles in the dash of the waters from the molten
+sea. Then she rises from the banquet, and walks through the
+conservatories, and gazes on the architecture, and she asks Solomon
+many strange questions, and she learns about the religion of the
+Hebrews, and she then and there becomes a servant of the Lord God.</p>
+
+<p>She is overwhelmed. She begins to think that all the spices she
+brought, and all the precious woods which are intended to be turned
+into harps and psalteries and into railings for the causeway between
+the temple and the palace, and the one hundred and eighty thousand
+dollars in money&mdash;she begins to think that all these presents amount
+to nothing in such a place, and she is almost ashamed that she has
+brought them, and she says within herself: &quot;I heard a great deal
+about this place, and about this wonderful religion of the Hebrews,
+but I find it far beyond my highest anticipations. I must add more
+than fifty per cent. to what has been related. It exceeds everything
+that I could have expected. The half&mdash;the half was not told me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Learn from this subject what a beautiful thing it is when social
+position and wealth surrender themselves to God. When religion comes
+to a neighborhood, the first to receive it are the women. Some men say
+it is because they are weak-minded. I say it is because they have
+quicker perception of what is right, more ardent affection and
+capacity for sublimer emotion. After the women have received the
+Gospel then all the distressed and the poor of both sexes, those who
+have no friends, accept Jesus. Last of all come the people of
+affluence and high social position. Alas, that it is so!</p>
+
+<p>If there are those here to-day who have been favored of fortune, or,
+as I might better put it, favored of God, surrender all you have and
+all you expect to be to the Lord who blessed this Queen of Sheba.
+Certainly you are not ashamed to be found in this queen's company. I
+am glad that Christ has had His imperial friends in all
+ages&mdash;Elizabeth Christina, Queen of Prussia; Maria Feodorovna, Queen
+of Russia; Marie, Empress of France; Helena, the imperial mother of
+Constantine; Arcadia, from her great fortunes building public baths in
+Constantinople and toiling for the alleviation of the masses; Queen
+Clotilda, leading her husband and three thousand of his armed warriors
+to Christian baptism; Elizabeth of Burgundy, giving her jeweled glove
+to a beggar, and scattering great fortunes among the distressed;
+Prince Albert, singing &quot;Rock of Ages&quot; in Windsor Castle, and Queen
+Victoria, incognita, reading the Scriptures to a dying pauper.</p>
+
+<p>I bless God that the day is coming when royalty will bring all its
+thrones, and music all its harmonies, and painting all its pictures,
+and sculpture all its statuary, and architecture all its pillars, and
+conquest all its scepters; and the queens of the earth, in long line
+of advance, frankincense filling the air and the camels laden with
+gold, shall approach Jerusalem, and the gates shall be hoisted, and
+the great burden of splendor shall be lifted into the palace of this
+greater than Solomon.</p>
+
+<p>Again, my subject teaches me what is earnestness in the search of
+truth. Do you know where Sheba was? It was in Abyssinia, or some say
+in the southern part of Arabia Felix. In either case it was a great
+way off from Jerusalem. To get from there to Jerusalem she had to
+cross a country infested with bandits, and go across blistering
+deserts. Why did not the Queen of Sheba stay at home and send a
+committee to inquire about this new religion, and have the delegates
+report in regard to that religion and wealth of King Solomon? She
+wanted to see for herself, and hear for herself. She could not do this
+by work of committee. She felt she had a soul worth ten thousand
+kingdoms like Sheba, and she wanted a robe richer than any woven by
+Oriental shuttles, and she wanted a crown set with the jewels of
+eternity. Bring out the camels. Put on the spices. Gather up the
+jewels of the throne and put them on the caravan. Start now; no time
+to be lost. Goad on the camels. When I see that caravan,
+dust-covered, weary, and exhausted, trudging on across the desert and
+among the bandits until it reaches Jerusalem, I say: &quot;There is an
+earnest seeker after the truth.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>But there are a great many of you, my friends, who do not act in that
+way. You all want to get the truth, but you want the truth to come
+to-you; you do not want to go to it. There are people who fold their
+arms and say: &quot;I am ready to become a Christian at any time; if I am
+to be saved I shall be saved, and if I am to be lost I shall be lost.&quot;
+A man who says that and keeps on saying it, will be lost. Jerusalem
+will never come to you; you must go to Jerusalem. The religion of the
+Lord Jesus Christ will not come to you; you must go and get religion.
+Bring out the camels; put on all the sweet spices, all the treasures
+of the heart's affection. Start for the throne. Go in and hear the
+waters of salvation dashing in fountains all around about the throne.
+Sit down at the banquet&mdash;the wine pressed from the grapes of the
+heavenly Eschol, the angels of God the cup-bearers. Goad on the
+camels; Jerusalem will never come to you; you must go to Jerusalem.
+The Bible declares it: &quot;The Queen of the South&quot;&mdash;that is, this very
+woman I am speaking of&mdash;&quot;the Queen of the South shall rise up in
+judgment against this generation and condemn it; for she came from the
+uttermost parts of the earth to hear the wisdom of Solomon: and,
+behold! a greater than Solomon is here.&quot; God help me to break up the
+infatuation of those people who are sitting down in idleness expecting
+to be saved. &quot;Strive to enter in at the strait gate. Ask, and it
+shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be
+opened to you.&quot; Take the Kingdom of Heaven by violence. Urge on the
+camels!</p>
+
+<p>Again, my subject impresses me with the fact that religion is a
+surprise to any one that gets it. This story of the new religion in
+Jerusalem, and of the glory of King Solomon, who was a type of
+Christ&mdash;that story rolls on and on, and is told by every traveler
+coming back from Jerusalem. The news goes on the wing of every ship
+and with every caravan, and you know a story enlarges as it is retold,
+and by the time that story gets down into the southern part of Arabia
+Felix, and the Queen of Sheba hears it, it must be a tremendous story.
+And yet this queen declares in regard to it, although she had heard so
+much and had her anticipations raised so high, the half&mdash;the half was
+not told her.</p>
+
+<p>So religion is always a surprise to any one that gets it. The story of
+grace&mdash;an old story. Apostles preached it with rattle of chain;
+martyrs declared it with arm of fire; death-beds have affirmed it with
+visions of glory, and ministers of religion have sounded it through
+the lanes, and the highways, and the chapels, and the cathedrals. It
+has been cut into stone with chisel, and spread on the canvas with
+pencil; and it has been recited in the doxology of great
+congregations. And yet when a man first comes to look on the palace of
+God's mercy, and to see the royalty of Christ, and the wealth of this
+banquet, and the luxuriance of His attendants, and the loveliness of
+His face, and the joy of His service, he exclaims with prayers, with
+tears, with sighs, with triumphs: &quot;The half&mdash;the half was not told
+me!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I appeal to those in this house who are Christians. Compare the idea
+you had of the joy of the Christian life before you became a Christian
+with the appreciation of that joy you have now since you have become a
+Christian, and you are willing to attest before angels and men that
+you never in the days of your spiritual bondage had any appreciation
+of what was to come. You are ready to-day to answer, and if I gave you
+an opportunity in the midst of this assemblage, you would speak out
+and say in regard to the discoveries you have made of the mercy and
+the grace and the goodness of God: &quot;The half&mdash;the half was not told
+me!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Well, we hear a great deal about the good time that is coming to this
+world, when it is to be girded with salvation. Holiness on the bells
+of the horses. The lion's mane patted by the hand of a babe. Ships of
+Tarshish bringing cargoes for Jesus, and the hard, dry, barren,
+winter-bleached, storm-scarred, thunder-split rock breaking into
+floods of bright water. Deserts into which dromedaries thrust their
+nostrils, because they were afraid of the simoom&mdash;deserts blooming
+into carnation roses and silver-tipped lilies.</p>
+
+<p>It is the old story. Everybody tells it. Isaiah told it, John told it,
+Paul told it, Ezekiel told it, Luther told it, Calvin told it, John
+Milton told it&mdash;everybody tells it; and yet&mdash;and yet when the midnight
+shall fly the hills, and Christ shall marshal His great army, and
+China, dashing her idols into the dust, shall hear the voice of God
+and wheel into line; and India, destroying her Juggernaut and
+snatching up her little children from the Ganges, shall hear the
+voice of God and wheel into line; and vine-covered Italy, and
+wheat-crowned Russia, and all the nations of the earth shall hear the
+voice of God and fall into line; then the Church, which has been
+toiling and struggling through the centuries, robed and garlanded like
+a bride adorned for her husband, shall put aside her veil and look up
+into the face of her Lord the King, and say: &quot;The half&mdash;the half was
+not told me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Well, there is coming a greater surprise to every Christian&mdash;a greater
+surprise than anything I have depicted. Heaven is an old story.
+Everybody talks about it. There is hardly a hymn in the hymn-book that
+does not refer to it. Children read about it in their Sabbath-school
+book. Aged men put on their spectacles to study it. We say it is a
+harbor from the storm. We call it our home. We say it is the house of
+many mansions. We weave together all sweet, beautiful, delicate,
+exhilarant words; we weave them into letters, and then we spell it out
+in rose and lily and amaranth. And yet that place is going to be a
+surprise to the most intelligent Christian. Like the Queen of Sheba,
+the report has come to us from the far country, and many of us have
+started. It is a desert march, but we urge on the camels. What though
+our feet be blistered with the way? We are hastening to the palace. We
+take all our loves and hopes and Christian ambitions, as frankincense
+and myrrh and cassia, to the great King. We must not rest. We must not
+halt. The night is coming on, and it is not safe out here in the
+desert. Urge on the camels. I see the domes against the sky, and the
+houses of Lebanon, and the temples and the gardens. See the fountains
+dance in the sun, and the gates flash as they open to let in the poor
+pilgrims.</p>
+
+<p>Send the word up to the palace that we are coming, and that we are
+weary of the march of the desert. The King will come out and say:
+&quot;Welcome to the palace; bathe in these waters, recline on these banks.
+Take this cinnamon and frankincense and myrrh and put it upon a censer
+and swing it before the altar.&quot; And yet, my friends, when heaven
+bursts upon us it will be a greater surprise than that&mdash;Jesus on the
+throne, and we made like Him! All our Christian friends surrounding us
+in glory! All our sorrows and tears and sins gone by forever! The
+thousands of thousands, the one hundred and forty-and-four thousand,
+the great multitudes that no man can number, will cry, world without
+end: &quot;The half&mdash;the half was not told us!&quot;</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="vicarious_suffering" id="vicarious_suffering"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<h3>VICARIOUS SUFFERING.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">
+&quot;Without shedding of blood is no remission.&quot;&mdash;
+<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Heb.</span> ix: 22.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>John G. Whittier, the last of the great school of American poets that
+made the last quarter of a century brilliant, asked me in the White
+Mountains, one morning after prayers, in which I had given out
+Cowper's famous hymn about &quot;The Fountain Filled with Blood,&quot; &quot;Do you
+really believe there is a literal application of the blood of Christ
+to the soul?&quot; My negative reply then is my negative reply now. The
+Bible statement agrees with all physicians, and all physiologists, and
+all scientists, in saying that the blood is the life, and in the
+Christian religion it means simply that Christ's life was given for
+our life. Hence all this talk of men who say the Bible story of blood
+is disgusting, and that they don't want what they call a
+&quot;slaughter-house religion,&quot; only shows their incapacity or
+unwillingness to look through the figure of speech toward the thing
+signified. The blood that, on the darkest Friday the world ever saw,
+oozed, or trickled, or poured from the brow, and the side, and the
+hands, and the feet of the illustrious sufferer, back of Jerusalem, in
+a few hours coagulated and dried up, and forever disappeared; and if
+man had depended on the application of the literal blood of Christ,
+there would not have been a soul saved for the last eighteen
+centuries.</p>
+
+<p>In order to understand this red word of my text, we only have to
+exercise as much common sense in religion as we do in everything else.
+Pang for pang, hunger for hunger, fatigue for fatigue, tear for tear,
+blood for blood, life for life, we see every day illustrated. The act
+of substitution is no novelty, although I hear men talk as though the
+idea of Christ's suffering substituted for our suffering were
+something abnormal, something distressingly odd, something wildly
+eccentric, a solitary episode in the world's history; when I could
+take you out into this city, and before sundown point you to five
+hundred cases of substitution and voluntary suffering of one in behalf
+of another.</p>
+
+<p>At two o'clock to-morrow afternoon go among the places of business or
+toil. It will be no difficult thing for you to find men who, by their
+looks, show you that they are overworked. They are prematurely old.
+They are hastening rapidly toward their decease. They have gone
+through crises in business that shattered their nervous system, and
+pulled on the brain. They have a shortness of breath, and a pain in
+the back of the head, and at night an insomnia that alarms them. Why
+are they drudging at business early and late? For fun? No; it would be
+difficult to extract any amusement out of that exhaustion. Because
+they are avaricious? In many cases no. Because their own personal
+expenses are lavish? No; a few hundred dollars would meet all their
+wants. The simple fact is, the man is enduring all that fatigue and
+exasperation, and wear and tear, to keep his home prosperous. There
+is an invisible line reaching from that store, from that bank, from
+that shop, from that scaffolding, to a quiet scene a few blocks, a few
+miles away, and there is the secret of that business endurance. He is
+simply the champion of a homestead, for which he wins bread, and
+wardrobe, and education, and prosperity, and in such battle ten
+thousand men fall. Of ten business men whom I bury, nine die of
+overwork for others. Some sudden disease finds them with no power of
+resistance, and they are gone. Life for life. Blood for blood.
+Substitution!</p>
+
+<p>At one o'clock to-morrow morning, the hour when slumber is most
+uninterrupted and most profound, walk amid the dwelling-houses of the
+city. Here and there you will find a dim light, because it is the
+household custom to keep a subdued light burning: but most of the
+houses from base to top are as dark as though uninhabited. A merciful
+God has sent forth the archangel of sleep, and he puts his wings over
+the city. But yonder is a clear light burning, and outside on the
+window casement a glass or pitcher containing food for a sick child;
+the food is set in the fresh air. This is the sixth night that mother
+has sat up with that sufferer. She has to the last point obeyed the
+physician's prescription, not giving a drop too much or too little, or
+a moment too soon or too late. She is very anxious, for she has buried
+three children with the same disease, and she prays and weeps, each
+prayer and sob ending with a kiss of the pale cheek. By dint of
+kindness she gets the little one through the ordeal. After it is all
+over, the mother is taken down. Brain or nervous fever sets in, and
+one day she leaves the convalescent child with a mother's blessing,
+and goes up to join the three in the kingdom of heaven. Life for life.
+Substitution! The fact is that there are an uncounted number of
+mothers who, after they have navigated a large family of children
+through all the diseases of infancy, and got them fairly started up
+the flowering slope of boyhood and girlhood, have only strength enough
+left to die. They fade away. Some call it consumption; some call it
+nervous prostration; some call it intermittent or malarial
+disposition; but I call it martyrdom of the domestic circle. Life for
+life. Blood for blood. Substitution!</p>
+
+<p>Or perhaps the mother lingers long enough to see a son get on the
+wrong road, and his former kindness becomes rough reply when she
+expresses anxiety about him. But she goes right on, looking carefully
+after his apparel, remembering his every birthday with some memento,
+and when he is brought home worn out with dissipation, nurses him till
+he gets well and starts him again, and hopes, and expects, and prays,
+and counsels, and suffers, until her strength gives out and she fails.
+She is going, and attendants, bending over her pillow, ask her if she
+has any message to leave, and she makes great effort to say something,
+but out of three or four minutes of indistinct utterance they can
+catch but three words: &quot;My poor boy!&quot; The simple fact is she died for
+him. Life for life. Substitution!</p>
+
+<p>About twenty-four years ago there went forth from our homes hundreds
+of thousands of men to do battle for their country. All the poetry of
+war soon vanished, and left them nothing but the terrible prose. They
+waded knee-deep in mud. They slept in snow-banks. They marched till
+their cut feet tracked the earth. They were swindled out of their
+honest rations, and lived on meat not fit for a dog. They had jaws all
+fractured, and eyes extinguished, and limbs shot away. Thousands of
+them cried for water as they lay dying on the field the night after
+the battle, and got it not. They were homesick, and received no
+message from their loved ones. They died in barns, in bushes, in
+ditches, the buzzards of the summer heat the only attendants on their
+obsequies. No one but the infinite God who knows everything, knows the
+ten thousandth part of the length, and breadth, and depth, and height
+of anguish of the Northern and Southern battlefields. Why did these
+fathers leave their children and go to the front, and why did these
+young men, postponing the marriage-day, start out into the
+probabilities of never coming back? For the country they died. Life
+for life. Blood for blood. Substitution!</p>
+
+<p>But we need not go so far. What is that monument in Greenwood? It is
+to the doctors who fell in the Southern epidemics. Why go? Were there
+not enough sick to be attended in these Northern latitudes? Oh, yes;
+but the doctor puts a few medical books in his valise, and some vials
+of medicine, and leaves his patients here in the hands of other
+physicians, and takes the rail-train. Before he gets to the infected
+regions he passes crowded rail-trains, regular and extra, taking the
+flying and affrighted populations. He arrives in a city over which a
+great horror is brooding. He goes from couch to couch, feeling of
+pulse and studying symptoms, and prescribing day after day, night
+after night, until a fellow-physician says: &quot;Doctor, you had better go
+home and rest; you look miserable.&quot; But he can not rest while so many
+are suffering. On and on, until some morning finds him in a delirium,
+in which he talks of home, and then rises and says he must go and look
+after those patients. He is told to lie down; but he fights his
+attendants until he falls back, and is weaker and weaker, and dies for
+people with whom he had no kinship, and far away from his own family,
+and is hastily put away in a stranger's tomb, and only the fifth part
+of a newspaper line tells us of his sacrifice&mdash;his name just mentioned
+among five. Yet he has touched the furthest height of sublimity in
+that three weeks of humanitarian service. He goes straight as an arrow
+to the bosom of Him who said: &quot;I was sick and ye visited Me.&quot; Life for
+life. Blood for blood. Substitution!</p>
+
+<p>In the legal profession I see the same principle of self-sacrifice. In
+1846, William Freeman, a pauperized and idiotic negro, was at Auburn,
+N.Y., on trial for murder. He had slain the entire Van Nest family.
+The foaming wrath of the community could be kept off him only by armed
+constables. Who would volunteer to be his counsel? No attorney wanted
+to sacrifice his popularity by such an ungrateful task. All were
+silent save one, a young lawyer with feeble voice, that could hardly
+be heard outside the bar, pale and thin and awkward. It was William H.
+Seward, who saw that the prisoner was idiotic and irresponsible, and
+ought to be put in an asylum rather than put to death, the heroic
+counsel uttering these beautiful words:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I speak now in the hearing of a people who have prejudged prisoner
+and condemned me for pleading in his behalf. He is a convict, a
+pauper, a negro, without intellect, sense, or emotion. My child with
+an affectionate smile disarms my care-worn face of its frown whenever
+I cross my threshold. The beggar in the street obliges me to give
+because he says, 'God bless you!' as I pass. My dog caresses me with
+fondness if I will but smile on him. My horse recognizes me when I
+fill his manger. What reward, what gratitude, what sympathy and
+affection can I expect here? There the prisoner sits. Look at him.
+Look at the assemblage around you. Listen to their ill-suppressed
+censures and their excited fears, and tell me where among my neighbors
+or my fellow-men, where, even in his heart, I can expect to find a
+sentiment, a thought, not to say of reward or of acknowledgment, or
+even of recognition? Gentlemen, you may think of this evidence what
+you please, bring in what verdict you can, but I asseverate before
+Heaven and you, that, to the best of my knowledge and belief, the
+prisoner at the bar does not at this moment know why it is that my
+shadow falls on you instead of his own.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The gallows got its victim, but the post-mortem examination of the
+poor creature showed to all the surgeons and to all the world that the
+public were wrong, and William H. Seward was right, and that hard,
+stony step of obloquy in the Auburn court-room was the first step of
+the stairs of fame up which he went to the top, or to within one step
+of the top, that last denied him through the treachery of American
+politics. Nothing sublimer was ever seen in an American court-room
+than William H. Seward, without reward, standing between the fury of
+the populace and the loathsome imbecile. Substitution!</p>
+
+<p>In the realm of the fine arts there was as remarkable an instance. A
+brilliant but hypercriticised painter, Joseph William Turner, was met
+by a volley of abuse from all the art galleries of Europe. His
+paintings, which have since won the applause of all civilized nations,
+&quot;The Fifth Plague of Egypt,&quot; &quot;Fishermen on a Lee Shore in Squally
+Weather,&quot; &quot;Calais Pier,&quot; &quot;The Sun Rising Through Mist,&quot; and &quot;Dido
+Building Carthage,&quot; were then targets for critics to shoot at. In
+defense of this outrageously abused man, a young author of twenty-four
+years, just one year out of college, came forth with his pen, and
+wrote the ablest and most famous essays on art that the world ever
+saw, or ever will see&mdash;John Ruskin's &quot;Modern Painters.&quot; For seventeen
+years this author fought the battles of the maltreated artist, and
+after, in poverty and broken-heartedness, the painter had died, and
+the public tried to undo their cruelties toward him by giving him a
+big funeral and burial at St. Paul's Cathedral, his old-time friend
+took out of a tin box nineteen thousand pieces of paper containing
+drawings by the old painter, and through many weary and uncompensated
+months assorted and arranged them for public observation. People say
+John Ruskin in his old days is cross, misanthropic, and morbid.
+Whatever he may do that he ought not to do, and whatever he may say
+that he ought not to say between now and his death, he will leave this
+world insolvent as far as it has any capacity to pay this author's pen
+for its chivalric and Christian defense of a poor painter's pencil.
+John Ruskin for William Turner. Blood for blood. Substitution!</p>
+
+<p>What an exalting principle this which leads one to suffer for another!
+Nothing so kindles enthusiasm or awakens eloquence, or chimes poetic
+canto, or moves nations. The principle is the dominant one in our
+religion&mdash;Christ the Martyr, Christ the celestial Hero, Christ the
+Defender, Christ the Substitute. No new principle, for it was as old
+as human nature; but now on a grander, wider, higher, deeper, and more
+world-resounding scale! The shepherd boy as a champion for Israel with
+a sling toppled the giant of Philistine braggadocio in the dust; but
+here is another David who, for all the armies of churches militant and
+triumphant, hurls the Goliath of perdition into defeat, the crash of
+his brazen armor like an explosion at Hell Gate. Abraham had at God's
+command agreed to sacrifice his son Isaac, and the same God just in
+time had provided a ram of the thicket as a substitute; but here is
+another Isaac bound to the altar, and no hand arrests the sharp edges
+of laceration and death, and the universe shivers and quakes and
+recoils and groans at the horror.</p>
+
+<p>All good men have for centuries been trying to tell whom this
+Substitute was like, and every comparison, inspired and uninspired,
+evangelistic, prophetic, apostolic, and human, falls short, for Christ
+was the Great Unlike. Adam a type of Christ, because he came directly
+from God; Noah a type of Christ, because he delivered his own family
+from deluge; Melchisedec a type of Christ, because he had no
+predecessor or successor; Joseph a type of Christ, because he was cast
+out by his brethren; Moses a type of Christ, because he was a
+deliverer from bondage; Joshua a type of Christ, because he was a
+conqueror; Samson a type of Christ, because of his strength to slay
+the lions and carry off the iron gates of impossibility; Solomon a
+type of Christ, in the affluence of his dominion; Jonah a type of
+Christ, because of the stormy sea in which he threw himself for the
+rescue of others; but put together Adam and Noah and Melchisedec and
+Joseph and Moses and Joshua and Samson and Solomon and Jonah, and they
+would not make a fragment of a Christ, a quarter of a Christ, the half
+of a Christ, or the millionth part of a Christ.</p>
+
+<p>He forsook a throne and sat down on His own footstool. He came from
+the top of glory to the bottom of humiliation, and changed a
+circumference seraphic for a circumference diabolic. Once waited on by
+angels, now hissed at by brigands. From afar and high up He came down;
+past meteors swifter than they; by starry thrones, Himself more
+lustrous; past larger worlds to smaller worlds; down stairs of
+firmaments, and from cloud to cloud, and through tree-tops and into
+the earners stall, to thrust His shoulder under our burdens and take
+the lances of pain through His vitals, and wrapped himself in all the
+agonies which we deserve for our misdoings, and stood on the splitting
+decks of a foundering vessel, amid the drenching surf of the sea, and
+passed midnights on the mountains amid wild beasts of prey, and stood
+at the point where all earthly and infernal hostilities charged on Him
+at once with their keen sabers&mdash;our Substitute!</p>
+
+<p>When did attorney ever endure so much for a pauper client, or
+physician for the patient in the lazaretto, or mother for the child in
+membranous croup, as Christ for us, and Christ for you, and Christ for
+me? Shall any man or woman or child in this audience who has ever
+suffered for another find it hard to understand this Christly
+suffering for us? Shall those whose sympathies have been wrung in
+behalf of the unfortunate have no appreciation of that one moment
+which was lifted out of all the ages of eternity as most conspicuous,
+when Christ gathered up all the sins of those to be redeemed under His
+one arm, and all their sorrows under His other arm, and said: &quot;I will
+atone for these under my right arm, and will heal all those under my
+left arm. Strike me with all thy glittering shafts, O Eternal Justice!
+Roll over me with all thy surges, ye oceans of sorrow&quot;? And the
+thunderbolts struck Him from above, and the seas of trouble rolled up
+from beneath, hurricane after hurricane, and cyclone after cyclone,
+and then and there in presence of heaven and earth and hell, yea, all
+worlds witnessing, the price, the bitter price, the transcendent
+price, the awful price, the glorious price, the infinite price, the
+eternal price, was paid that sets us free.</p>
+
+<p>That is what Paul means, that is what I mean, that is what all those
+who have ever had their heart changed mean by &quot;blood.&quot; I glory in this
+religion of blood! I am thrilled as I see the suggestive color in
+sacramental cup, whether it be of burnished silver set on cloth
+immaculately white, or rough-hewn from wood set on table in log-hut
+meeting-house of the wilderness. Now I am thrilled as I see the altars
+of ancient sacrifice crimson with the blood of the slain lamb, and
+Leviticus is to me not so much the Old Testament as the New. Now I see
+why the destroying angel passing over Egypt in the night spared all
+those houses that had blood sprinkled on their door-posts. Now I know
+what Isaiah means when he speaks of &quot;one in red apparel coming with
+dyed garments from Bozrah;&quot; and whom the Apocalypse means when it
+describes a heavenly chieftain whose &quot;vesture was dipped in blood;&quot;
+and what Peter, the apostle, means when he speaks of the &quot;precious
+blood that cleanseth from all sin;&quot; and what the old, worn-out,
+decrepit missionary Paul means when, in my text, he cries, &quot;Without
+shedding of blood is no remission.&quot; By that blood you and I will be
+saved&mdash;or never saved at all. In all the ages of the world God has not
+once pardoned a single sin except through the Saviour's expiation, and
+He never will. Glory be to God that the hill back of Jerusalem was the
+battle-field on which Christ achieved our liberty!</p>
+
+<p>The most exciting and overpowering day of last summer was the day I
+spent on the battle-field of Waterloo. Starting out with the morning
+train from Brussels, Belgium, we arrived in about an hour on that
+famous spot. A son of one who was in the battle, and who had heard
+from his father a thousand times the whole scene recited, accompanied
+us over the field. There stood the old Hougomont Ch&acirc;teau, the walls
+dented, and scratched, and broken, and shattered by grape-shot and
+cannon-ball. There is the well in which three hundred dying and dead
+were pitched. There is the chapel with the head of the infant Christ
+shot off. There are the gates at which, for many hours, English and
+French armies wrestled. Yonder were the one hundred and sixty guns of
+the English, and the two hundred and fifty guns of the French. Yonder
+the Hanoverian Hussars fled for the woods. Yonder was the ravine of
+Ohain, where the French cavalry, not knowing there was a hollow in the
+ground, rolled over and down, troop after troop, tumbling into one
+awful mass of suffering, hoof of kicking horses against brow and
+breast of captains and colonels and private soldiers, the human and
+the beastly groan kept up until, the day after, all was shoveled under
+because of the malodor arising in that hot month of June.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;There,&quot; said our guide, &quot;the Highland regiments lay down on their
+faces waiting for the moment to spring upon the foe. In that orchard
+twenty-five hundred men were cut to pieces. Here stood Wellington with
+white lips, and up that knoll rode Marshal Ney on his sixth horse,
+five having been shot under him. Here the ranks of the French broke,
+and Marshal Ney, with his boot slashed of a sword, and his hat off,
+and his face covered with powder and blood, tried to rally his troops
+as he cried: 'Come and see how a marshal of French dies on the
+battle-field.' From yonder direction Grouchy was expected for the
+French re-enforcement, but he came not. Around those woods Blucher was
+looked for to re-enforce the English, and just in time he came up.
+Yonder is the field where Napoleon stood, his arm through the reins of
+the horse's bridle, dazed and insane, trying to go back.&quot; Scene of a
+battle that went on from twenty-five minutes to twelve o'clock, on the
+eighteenth of June, until four o'clock, when the English seemed
+defeated, and their commander cried out; &quot;Boys, can you think of
+giving way? Remember old England!&quot; and the tides turned, and at eight
+o'clock in the evening the man of destiny, who was called by his
+troops Old Two Hundred Thousand, turned away with broken heart, and
+the fate of centuries was decided.</p>
+
+<p>No wonder a great mound has been reared there, hundreds of feet
+high&mdash;a mound at the expense of millions of dollars and many years in
+rising, and on the top is the great Belgian lion of bronze, and a
+grand old lion it is. But our great Waterloo was in Palestine. There
+came a day when all hell rode up, led by Apollyon, and the Captain of
+our salvation confronted them alone. The Rider on the white horse of
+the Apocalypse going out against the black horse cavalry of death, and
+the battalions of the demoniac, and the myrmidons of darkness. From
+twelve o'clock at noon to three o'clock in the afternoon the greatest
+battle of the universe went on. Eternal destinies were being decided.
+All the arrows of hell pierced our Chieftain, and the battle-axes
+struck Him, until brow and cheek and shoulder and hand and foot were
+incarnadined with oozing life; but He fought on until He gave a final
+stroke with sword from Jehovah's buckler, and the commander-in-chief
+of hell and all his forces fell back in everlasting ruin, and the
+victory is ours. And on the mound that celebrates the triumph we plant
+this day two figures, not in bronze or iron or sculptured marble, but
+two figures of living light, the Lion of Judah's tribe and the Lamb
+that was slain.</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="posthumous_opportunity" id="posthumous_opportunity"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<h3>POSTHUMOUS OPPORTUNITY.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">&quot;If the tree fall toward the south or toward
+the north, in the place where the tree falleth there it shall
+be.&quot;&mdash;<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Eccles.</span> xi: 3.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>There is a hovering hope in the minds of a vast multitude that there
+will be an opportunity in the next world to correct the mistakes of
+this; that, if we do make complete shipwreck of our earthly life, it
+will be on a shore up which we may walk to a palace; that, as a
+defendant may lose his case in the Circuit Court, and carry it up to
+the Supreme Court or Court of Chancery and get a reversal of judgment
+in his behalf, all the costs being thrown over on the other party, so,
+if we fail in the earthly trial, we may in the higher jurisdiction of
+eternity have the judgment of the lower court set aside, all the costs
+remitted, and we may be victorious defendants forever.</p>
+
+<p>My object in this sermon is to show that common sense, as well as my
+text, declares that such an expectation is chimerical. You say that
+the impenitent man, having got into the next world and seeing the
+disaster, will, as a result of that disaster, turn, the pain the cause
+of his reformation. But you can find ten thousand instances in this
+world of men who have done wrong and distress overtook them suddenly.
+Did the distress heal them? No; they went right on.</p>
+
+<p>That man was flung of dissipations. &quot;You must stop drinking,&quot; said
+the doctor, &quot;and quit the fast life you are leading, or it will
+destroy you.&quot;. The patient suffers paroxysm after paroxysm; but, under
+skillful medical treatment, he begins to sit up, begins to walk about
+the room, begins to go to business. And, lo! he goes back to the same
+grog-shops for his morning dram, and his even dram, and the drams
+between. Flat down again! Same doctor. Same physical anguish. Same
+medical warning.</p>
+
+<p>Now, the illness is more protracted; the liver is more stubborn, the
+stomach more irritable, and the digestive organs are more rebellious.
+But after awhile he is out again, goes back to the same dram-shops,
+and goes the same round of sacrilege against his physical health.</p>
+
+<p>He sees that his downward course is ruining his household, that his
+life is a perpetual perjury against his marriage vow, that that
+broken-hearted woman is so unlike the roseate young wife that he
+married, that her old schoolmates do not recognize her; that his sons
+are to be taunted for a life-time by the father's drunkenness, that
+the daughters are to pass into life under the scarification of a
+disreputable ancestor. He is drinking up their happiness, their
+prospects for this life, and, perhaps, for the life to come. Sometimes
+an appreciation of what he is doing comes upon him. His nervous system
+is all a tangle. From crown of head to sole of foot he is one aching,
+rasping, crucifying, damning torture. Where is he? In hell on earth.
+Does it reform him?</p>
+
+<p>After awhile he has delirium tremens, with a whole jungle of hissing
+reptiles let out on his pillow, and his screams horrify the neighbors
+as he dashes out of his bed, crying: &quot;Take these things off me!&quot; As he
+sits, pale and convalescent, the doctor says: &quot;Now I want to have a
+plain talk with you, my dear fellow. The next attack of this kind you
+will have you will be beyond all medical skill, and you will die.&quot; He
+gets better and goes forth into the same round again. This time
+medicine takes no effect. Consultation of physicians agree in saying
+there is no hope. Death ends the scene.</p>
+
+<p>That process of inebriation, warning, and dissolution is going on
+within stone's throw of this church, going on in all the neighborhoods
+of Christendom. Pain does not correct. Suffering does not reform. What
+is true in one sense is true in all senses, and will forever be so,
+and yet men are expecting in the next world purgatorial rejuvenation.
+Take up the printed reports of the prisons of the United States, and
+you will find that the vast majority of the incarcerated have been
+there before, some of them four, five, six times. With a million
+illustrations all working the other way in this world, people are
+expecting that distress in the next state will be salvatory. You can
+not imagine any worse torture in any other world than that which some
+men have suffered here, and without any salutary consequence.</p>
+
+<p>Furthermore, the prospect of a reformation in the next world is more
+improbable than a reformation here. In this world the life started
+with innocence of infancy. In the case supposed the other life will
+open with all the accumulated bad habits of many years upon him.
+Surely, it is easier to build a strong ship out of new timber than out
+of an old hulk that has been ground up in the breakers. If with
+innocence to start with in this life a man does not become godly, what
+prospect is there that in the next world, starting with sin, there
+would be a seraph evoluted? Surely the sculptor has more prospect of
+making a fine statue out of a block of pure white Parian marble than
+out of an old black rock seamed and cracked with the storms of a half
+century. Surely upon a clean, white sheet of paper it is easier to
+write a deed or a will than upon a sheet of paper all scribbled and
+blotted and torn from top to bottom. Yet men seem to think that,
+though the life that began here comparatively perfect turned out
+badly, the next life will succeed, though it starts with a dead
+failure.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;But,&quot; says some one, &quot;I think we ought to have a chance in the next
+life, because this life is so short it allows only small opportunity.
+We hardly have time to turn around between cradle and tomb, the wood
+of the one almost touching the marble of the other.&quot; But do you know
+what made the ancient deluge a necessity? It was the longevity of the
+antediluvians. They were worse in the second century of their
+life-time than in the first hundred years, and still worse in the
+third century, and still worse all the way on to seven, eight, and
+nine hundred years, and the earth had to be washed, and scrubbed, and
+soaked, and anchored, clear out of sight for more than a month before
+it could be made fit for decent people to live in. Longevity never
+cures impenitency. All the pictures of Time represent him with a
+scythe to cut, but I never saw any picture of Time with a case of
+medicines to heal. Seneca says that Nero for the first five years of
+his public life was set up for an example of clemency and kindness,
+but his path all the way descended until at sixty-eight he became a
+suicide. If eight hundred years did not make antediluvians any better,
+but only made them worse, the ages of eternity could have no effect
+except prolongation of depravity.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;But,&quot; says some one, &quot;in the future state evil surroundings will be
+withdrawn and elevated influences substituted, and hence expurgation,
+and sublimation, and glorification.&quot; But the righteous, all their sins
+forgiven, have passed on into a beatific state, and consequently the
+unsaved will be left alone. It can not be expected that Doctor Duff,
+who exhausted himself in teaching Hindoos the way to heaven, and
+Doctor Abeel, who gave his life in the evangelization of China, and
+Adoniram Judson, who toiled for the redemption of Borneo, should be
+sent down by some celestial missionary society to educate those who
+wasted all their earthly existence. Evangelistic and missionary
+efforts are ended. The entire kingdom of the morally bankrupt by
+themselves, where are the salvatory influences to come from? Can one
+speckled and bad apple in a barrel of diseased apples turn the other
+apples good? Can those who are themselves down help others up? Can
+those who have themselves failed in the business of the soul pay the
+debts of their spiritual insolvents? Can a million wrongs make one
+right?</p>
+
+<p>Poneropolis was a city where King Philip of Thracia put all the bad
+people of his kingdom. If any man had opened a primary school at
+Poneropolis I do not think the parents from other cities would have
+sent their children there. Instead of amendment in the other world,
+all the associations, now that the good are evolved, will be
+degenerating and down. You would not want to send a man to a cholera
+or yellow fever hospital for his health; and the great lazaretto of
+the next world, containing the diseased and plague-struck, will be a
+poor place for moral recovery. If the surroundings in this world were
+crowded of temptation, the surroundings of the next world, after the
+righteous have passed up and on, will be a thousand per cent. more
+crowded of temptation.</p>
+
+<p>The Count of Chateaubriand made his little son sleep at night at the
+top of a castle turret, where the winds howled and where specters were
+said to haunt the place; and while the mother and sisters almost died
+with fright, the son tells us that the process gave him nerves that
+could not tremble and a courage that never faltered. But I don't think
+that towers of darkness and the spectral world swept by Sirocco and
+Euroclydon will ever fit one for the land of eternal sunshine. I
+wonder what is the curriculum of that college of Inferno, where, after
+proper preparation by the sins of this life, the candidate enters,
+passing on from freshman class of depravity to sophomore of
+abandonment, and from sophomore to junior, and from junior to senior,
+and day of graduation comes, and with diploma signed by Satan, the
+president, and other professorial demoniacs, attesting that the
+candidate has been long enough under their drill, he passes up to
+enter heaven! Pandemonium a preparative course for heavenly admission!
+Ah, my friends, Satan and his cohorts have fitted uncounted
+multitudes for ruin, but never fitted one soul for happiness.</p>
+
+<p>Furthermore, it would not be safe for this world if men had another
+chance in the next. If it had been announced that, however wickedly a
+man might act in this world, he could fix it up all right in the next,
+society would be terribly demoralized, and the human race demolished
+in a few years. The fear that, if we are bad and unforgiven here, it
+will not be well for us in the next existence, is the chief influence
+that keeps civilization from rushing back to semi-barbarism, and
+semi-barbarism from rushing into midnight savagery, and midnight
+savagery from extinction; for it is the astringent impression of all
+nations, Christian and heathen, that there is no future chance for
+those who have wasted this.</p>
+
+<p>Multitudes of men who are kept within bounds would say, &quot;Go to, now!
+Let me get all out of this life there is in it. Come, gluttony, and
+inebriation, and uncleanness, and revenge, and all sensualities, and
+wait upon me! My life may be somewhat shortened in this world by
+dissoluteness, but that will only make heavenly indulgence on a larger
+scale the sooner possible. I will overtake the saints at last, and
+will enter the Heavenly Temple only a little later than those who
+behaved themselves here. I will on my way to heaven take a little
+wider excursion than those who were on earth pious, and I shall go to
+heaven <i>via</i> Gehenna and <i>via</i> Sheol.&quot; Another chance in the next
+world means free license and wild abandonment in this.</p>
+
+<p>Suppose you were a party in an important case at law, and you knew
+from consultation with judges and attorneys that it would be tried
+twice, and the first trial would be of little importance, but that the
+second would decide everything; for which trial would you make the
+most preparation, for which retain the ablest attorneys, for which be
+most anxious about the attendance of witnesses? You would put all the
+stress upon the second trial, all the anxiety, all the expenditure,
+saying, &quot;The first is nothing, the last is everything.&quot; Give the race
+assurance of a second and more important trial in the subsequent life,
+and all the preparation for eternity would be <i>post-mortem</i>,
+post-funeral, post-sepulchral, and the world with one jerk be pitched
+off into impiety and godlessness.</p>
+
+<p>Furthermore, let me ask why a chance should be given in the next world
+if we have refused innumerable chances in this? Suppose you give a
+banquet, and you invite a vast number of friends, but one man declines
+to come, or treats your invitation with indifference. You in the
+course of twenty years give twenty banquets, and the same man is
+invited to them all, and treats them all in the same obnoxious way.
+After awhile you remove to another house, larger and better, and you
+again invite your friends, but send no invitation to the man who
+declined or neglected the other invitations. Are you to blame? Has he
+a right to expect to be invited after all the indignities he has done
+you? God in this world has invited us all to the banquet of His grace.
+He invited us by His Providence and His Spirit three hundred and
+sixty-five days of every year since we knew our right hand from our
+left. If we declined it every time, or treated the invitation with
+indifference, and gave twenty or forty or fifty years of indignity on
+our part toward the Banqueter, and at last He spreads the banquet in a
+more luxurious and kingly place, amid the heavenly gardens, have we a
+right to expect Him to invite us again, and have we a right to blame
+Him if He does not invite us?</p>
+
+<p>If twelve gates of salvation stood open twenty years or fifty years
+for our admission, and at the end of that time they are closed, can we
+complain of it and say, &quot;These gates ought to be open again. Give us
+another chance&quot;? If the steamer is to sail for Hamburg, and we want to
+get to Germany by that line, and we read in every evening and every
+morning newspaper that it will sail on a certain day, for two weeks we
+have that advertisement before our eyes, and then we go down to the
+docks fifteen minutes after it has shoved off into the stream and say:
+&quot;Come back. Give me another chance. It is not fair to treat me in this
+way. Swing up to the dock again, and throw out planks, and let me come
+on board.&quot; Such behavior would invite arrest as a madman.</p>
+
+<p>And if, after the Gospel ship has lain at anchor before our eyes for
+years and years, and all the benign voices of earth and heaven have
+urged us to get on board, as she might sail away at any moment, and
+after awhile she sails without us, is it common sense to expect her to
+come back? You might as well go out on the Highlands at Neversink and
+call to the &quot;Aurania&quot; after she has been three days out, and expect
+her to return, as to call back an opportunity for heaven when it once
+has sped away. All heaven offered us as a gratuity, and for a
+life-time we refuse to take it, and then rush on the bosses of
+Jehovah's buckler demanding another chance. There ought to be, there
+can be, there will be no such thing as posthumous opportunity. Thus,
+our common sense agrees with my text&mdash;&quot;If the tree fall toward the
+south, or toward the north, in the place where the tree falleth, there
+it shall be.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>You see that this idea lifts this world up from an unimportant
+way-station to a platform of stupendous issues, and makes all eternity
+whirl around this hour. But one trial for which all the preparation
+must be made in this world, or never made at all. That piles up all
+the emphases and all the climaxes and all the destinies into life
+here. No other chance! Oh, how that augments the value and the
+importance of this chance!</p>
+
+<p>Alexander with his army used to surround a city, and then would lift a
+great light in token to the people that, if they surrendered before
+that light went out, all would be well; but if once the light went
+out, then the battering-rams would swing against the wall, and
+demolition and disaster would follow. Well, all we need do for our
+present and everlasting safety is to make surrender to Christ, the
+King and Conqueror&mdash;surrender of our hearts, surrender of our lives,
+surrender of everything. And He keeps a great light burning, light of
+Gospel invitation, light kindled with the wood of the cross and
+flaming up against the dark night of our sin and sorrow. Surrender
+while that great light continues to burn, for after it goes out there
+will be no other opportunity of making peace with God through our Lord
+Jesus Christ. Talk of another chance! Why, this is a supernal chance!</p>
+
+<p>In the time of Edward the Sixth, at the battle of Musselburgh, a
+private soldier, seeing that the Earl of Huntley had lost his helmet,
+took off his own helmet and put it upon the head of the earl; and the
+head of the private soldier uncovered, he was soon slain, while his
+commander rode safely out of the battle. But in our case, instead of a
+private soldier offering helmet to an earl, it is a King putting His
+crown upon an unworthy subject, the King dying that we might live.
+Tell it to all points of the compass. Tell it to night and day. Tell
+it to all earth and heaven. Tell it to all centuries, all ages, all
+millenniums, that we have such a magnificent chance in this world that
+we need no other chance in the next.</p>
+
+<p>I am in the burnished Judgment Hall of the Last Day. A great white
+throne is lifted, but the Judge has not yet taken it. While we are
+waiting for His arrival I hear immortal spirits in conversation. &quot;What
+are you waiting here for?&quot; says a soul that went up from Madagascar to
+a soul that ascended from America. The latter says: &quot;I came from
+America, where forty years I heard the Gospel preached, and Bible
+read, and from the prayer that I learned in infancy at my mother's
+knee until my last hour I had Gospel advantage, but, for some reason,
+I did not make the Christian choice, and I am here waiting for the
+Judge to give me a new trial and another chance.&quot; &quot;Strange!&quot; says the
+other; &quot;I had but one Gospel call in Madagascar, and I accepted it,
+and I do not need another chance.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why are you here?&quot; says one who on earth had feeblest intellect to
+one who had great brain, and silvery tongue, and scepters of
+influence. The latter responds: &quot;Oh, I knew more than my fellows. I
+mastered libraries, and had learned titles from colleges, and my name
+was a synonym for eloquence and power. And yet I neglected my soul,
+and I am here waiting for a new trial.&quot; &quot;Strange,&quot; says the one of the
+feeble earthly capacity; &quot;I knew but little of worldly knowledge, but
+I knew Christ, and made Him my partner, and I have no need of another
+chance.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Now the ground trembles with the approaching chariot. The great
+folding-doors of the Hall swing open. &quot;Stand back!&quot; cry the celestial
+ushers. &quot;Stand back, and let the Judge of quick and dead pass
+through!&quot; He takes the throne, and, looking over the throng of
+nations, He says: &quot;Come to judgment, the last judgment, the only
+judgment!&quot; By one flash from the throne all the history of each one
+flames forth to the vision of himself and all others. &quot;Divide!&quot; says
+the Judge to the assembly. &quot;Divide!&quot; echo the walls. &quot;Divide!&quot; cry the
+guards angelic.</p>
+
+<p>And now the immortals separate, rushing this way and that, and after
+awhile there is a great aisle between them, and a great vacuum
+widening and widening, and the Judge, turning to the throng on one
+side, says: &quot;He that is righteous, let him be righteous still, and he
+that is holy, let him be holy still;&quot; and then, turning toward the
+throng on the opposite side, He says: &quot;He that is unjust, let him be
+unjust still, and he that is filthy, let him be filthy still;&quot; and
+then, lifting one hand toward each group, He declares: &quot;If the tree
+fall toward the south or toward the north, in the place where the
+tree falleth, there it shall be.&quot; And then I hear something jar with a
+great sound. It is the closing of the Book of Judgment. The Judge
+ascends the stairs behind the throne. The hall of the last assize is
+cleared and shut. The high court of eternity is adjourned forever.</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="the_lords_razor" id="the_lords_razor"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>THE LORD'S RAZOR.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">
+&quot;In the same day shall the Lord shave with a razor that is
+ hired, namely, by them beyond the river, by the King of
+ Assyria.&quot;&mdash;<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Isaiah</span> vii: 20.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>The Bible is the boldest book ever written. There are no similitudes
+in Ossian or the Iliad or the Odyssey so daring. Its imagery sometimes
+seems on the verge of the reckless, but only seems so. The fact is
+that God would startle and arouse and propel men and nations. A tame
+and limping similitude would fail to accomplish the object. While
+there are times when He employs in the Bible the gentle dew and the
+morning cloud and the dove and the daybreak in the presentation of
+truth, we often find the iron chariot, the lightning, the earthquake,
+the spray, the sword, and, in my text, the razor.</p>
+
+<p>This keen-bladed instrument has advanced in usefulness with the ages.
+In Bible times and lands the beard remained uncut save in the seasons
+of mourning and humiliation, but the razor was always a suggestive
+symbol. David says of Doeg, his antagonist: &quot;Thy tongue is a sharp
+razor working deceitfully;&quot; that is, it pretends to clear the face,
+but is really used for deadly incision. In this morning's text the
+weapon of the toilet appears under the following circumstances: Judea
+needed to have some of its prosperities cut off, and God sends
+against it three Assyrian kings&mdash;first Sennacherib, then Esrahaddon,
+and afterward Nebuchadnezzar. Those three sharp invasions, that cut
+down the glory of Judea, are compared to so many sweeps of the razor
+across the face of the land. And these circumstances were called a
+hired razor because God took the kings of Assyria, with whom He had no
+sympathy, to do the work, and paid them in palaces and spoils and
+annexations. These kings were hired to execute the divine behests. And
+now the text, which on its first reading may have seemed trivial or
+inapt, is charged with momentous import: &quot;In the same day shall the
+Lord shave with a razor that is hired&mdash;namely, by them beyond the
+river, by the King of Assyria.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Well, if God's judgments are razors, we had better be careful how we
+use them on other people. In careful sheath these domestic weapons are
+put away, where no one by accident may touch them, and where the hands
+of children may not reach them. Such instruments must be carefully
+handled or not handled at all. But how recklessly some people wield
+the judgments of God! If a man meet with business misfortune, how many
+there are ready to cry out: &quot;That is a judgment of God upon him
+because he was unscrupulous, or arrogant, or overreaching, or miserly.
+I thought he would get cut down! What a clean sweep of everything! His
+city house and country house gone! His stables emptied of all the fine
+bays and sorrels and grays that used to prance by his door! All his
+resources overthrown, and all that he prided himself on tumbled into
+demolition! Good for him!&quot; Stop, my brother. Don't sling around too
+freely the judgments of God, for they are razors.</p>
+
+<p>Some of the most wicked business men succeed, and they live and die in
+prosperity, and some of the most honest and conscientious are driven
+into bankruptcy. Perhaps his manner was unfortunate, and he was not
+really as proud as he looked to be. Some of those who carry their head
+erect and look imperial are humble as a child, while many a man in
+seedy coat and slouch hat and unblacked shoes is as proud as Lucifer.
+You can not tell by a man's look. Perhaps he was not unscrupulous in
+business, for there are two sides to every story, and everybody that
+accomplishes anything for himself or others gets industriously lied
+about. Perhaps his business misfortune was not a punishment, but the
+fatherly discipline to prepare him for heaven, and God may love him
+far more than He loves you, who can pay dollar for dollar, and are put
+down in the commercial catalogues as A1. Whom the Lord loveth He gives
+four hundred thousand dollars and lets die on embroidered pillows? No:
+whom the Lord loveth He chasteneth. Better keep your hand off the
+Lord's razors, lest they cut and wound people that do not deserve it.
+If you want to shave off some of the bristling pride of your own heart
+do so; but be very careful how you put the sharp edge on others.</p>
+
+<p>How I do dislike the behavior of those persons who, when people are
+unfortunate, say: &quot;I told you so&mdash;getting punished&mdash;served him right.&quot;
+If those I-told-you-so's got their desert they would long ago have
+been pitched over the battlements. The mote in their neighbor's
+eyes&mdash;so small that it takes a microscope to find it&mdash;gives them more
+trouble than the beam which obscures their own optics. With air
+sometimes supercilious and sometimes Pharisaical, and always
+blasphemous, they take the razor of the divine judgment and sharpen it
+on the hone of their own hard hearts, and then go to work on men
+sprawled out at full length under disaster, cutting mercilessly. They
+begin by soft expressions of sympathy and pity and half praise, and,
+lather the victim all over before they put on the sharp edge.</p>
+
+<p>Let us be careful how we shoot at others lest we take down the wrong
+one, remembering the servant of King William Rufus who shot at a deer,
+but the arrow glanced against a tree and killed the king. Instead of
+going out with shafts to pierce, and razors to cut, we had better
+imitate the friend of Richard Coeur de Lion, who, in the war of the
+Crusades, was captured and imprisoned, but none of his friends knew
+where. So his loyal friend went around the land from stronghold to
+stronghold, and sung at each window a snatch of song that Richard
+Coeur de Lion had taught him in other days. And one day, coming before
+a jail where he suspected his king might be incarcerated, he sung two
+lines of song, and immediately King Richard responded from his cell
+with the other two lines, and so his whereabouts were discovered, and
+immediately a successful movement was made for his liberation. So let
+us go up and down the world with the music of kind words and
+sympathetic hearts, serenading the unfortunate, and trying to get out
+of trouble men who had noble natures, but, by unforeseen
+circumstances, have been incarcerated, thus liberating kings. More
+hymn-book and less razor.</p>
+
+<p>Especially ought we to be apologetic and merciful toward those who,
+while they have great faults, have also great virtues. Some people are
+barren of virtues. No weeds verily, but no flowers. I must not be too
+much enraged at a nettle along the fence if it be in a field
+containing forty acres of ripe Michigan wheat. At the present time,
+naturalists tell us, there is on the sun a spot twenty thousand miles
+long, but from the brightness and warmth I conclude it is a good deal
+of a sun yet.</p>
+
+<p>Again, when I read in my text that the Lord shaves with the hired
+razor of Assyria the land of Judea, I bethink myself of the precision
+of God's providence. A razor swung the tenth part of an inch out of
+the right line means either failure or laceration, but God's dealings
+never slip, and they do not miss by the thousandth part of an inch the
+right direction. People talk as though things in this world were at
+loose ends. Cholera sweeps across Marseilles and Madrid and Palermo,
+and we watch anxiously. Will the epidemic sweep Europe and America?
+People say, &quot;That will entirely depend on whether inoculation is a
+successful experiment; that will depend entirely on quarantine
+regulations; that will depend on the early or late appearance of
+frost; that epidemic is pitched into the world, and it goes blundering
+across the continents, and it is all guess-work and an appalling
+perhaps.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>My friends, I think, perhaps, that God had something to do with it,
+and that His mercy may have in some way protected us&mdash;that He may have
+done as much for us as the quarantine and the health officers. It was
+right and a necessity that all caution should be used, but there has
+come enough macaroni from Italy, and enough grapes from the south of
+France, and enough rags from tatterdemalions, and hidden in these
+articles of transportation enough choleraic germs to have left by this
+time all Brooklyn mourning at Greenwood, and all Philadelphia at
+Laurel Hill, and all Boston at Mount Auburn. I thank all the doctors
+and quarantines; but, more than all, and first of all, and last of
+all, and all the time, I thank God. In all the six thousand years of
+the world's existence there has not one thing merely &quot;happened so.&quot;
+God is not an anarchist, but a King, a Father.</p>
+
+<p>When little Tod, the son of President Lincoln, died, all the land
+sympathized with the sorrow in the White House. He used to rush into
+the room where the cabinet was in session, and while the most eminent
+men of the land were discussing the questions of national existence.
+But the child had no care about those questions. Now God the Father,
+and God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost are in perpetual session in
+regard to this world and kindred worlds. Shall you, His child, rush in
+to criticise or arraign or condemn the divine government? No; the
+Cabinet of the Eternal Three can govern and will govern in the wisest
+and best way, and there never will be a mistake, and like razor
+skillfully swung, shall cut that which ought to be cut, and avoid that
+which ought to be avoided. Precision to the very hair-breadth. Earthly
+time-pieces may get out of order and strike wrong, saying that it is
+one o'clock when it is two, or two when it is three. God's clock is
+always right, and when it is one it strikes one, and when it is twelve
+it strikes twelve, and the second hand is as accurate as the minute
+hand.</p>
+
+<p>Further, my text tells us that God sometimes shaves nations: &quot;In the
+same day shall the Lord shave with the razor that is hired.&quot; With one
+sharp sweep He went across Judea and down went its pride and its
+power. In 1861 God shaved our nation. We had allowed to grow Sabbath
+desecration, and oppression, and blasphemy, and fraud, and impurity,
+and all sorts of turpitude. The South had its sins, and the North its
+sins, and the East its sins, and the West its sins. We had been warned
+again and again, and we did not heed. At length the sword of war cut
+from the St. Lawrence to the Gulf, and from Atlantic seaboard to
+Pacific seaboard. The pride of the land, not the cowards, but the
+heroes, on both sides went down. And that which we took for the sword
+of war was the Lord's razor.</p>
+
+<p>In 1862, again, it went across the land. In 1863 again. In 1864 again.
+Then the sharp instrument was incased and put away. Never in the
+history of the ages was any land more thoroughly shaved than during
+those four years of civil combat; and, my brethren, if we do not quit
+some of our individual sins, national sins, the Lord will again take
+us in hand. He has other razors within reach besides war: epidemics,
+droughts, deluges, plagues&mdash;grasshopper and locust; or our
+overtowering success may so far excite the jealousy of other lands
+that, under some pretext, the great nations of Europe and Asia may
+combine to put us down. This nation, so easily approached on north
+and south and from both oceans, might have on hand at once more
+hostilities than were ever arrayed against any power.</p>
+
+<p>We have recently been told by skillful engineers that all our
+fortresses around New York harbor could not keep the shells from being
+hurled from the sea into the heart of these great cities. Insulated
+China, the wealthiest of all nations, as will be realized when her
+resources are developed, will have adopted all the modes of modern
+warfare, and at the Golden Gate may be discussing whether Americans
+must go. If the combined jealousies of Europe and Asia should come
+upon us, we should have more work on hand than would be pleasant. I
+hope no such combination against us will ever be formed, but I want to
+show that, as Assyria was the hired razor against Judea, and Cyrus the
+hired razor against Babylon, and the Huns the hired razor against the
+Goths, there are now many razors that the Lord could hire if, because
+of our national sins, He should undertake to shave us. In 1870,
+Germany was the razor with which the Lord shaved France. England is
+the razor with which very shortly the Lord will shave Russia. But
+nations are to repent in a day. May a speedy and world-wide coming to
+God hinder, on both sides the sea, all national calamity. But do not
+let us, as a nation, either by unrighteous law at Washington, or bad
+lives among ourselves, defy the Almighty.</p>
+
+<p>One would think that our national symbol of the eagle might sometimes
+suggest another eagle, that which ancient Rome carried. In the talons
+of that eagle were clutched at one time Britain, France, Spain, Italy,
+Dalmatia, Rhactia, Noricum, Pannonia, Moesia, Dacia, Thrace,
+Macedonia, Greece, Asia Minor, Syria, Phoenicia, Palestine, Egypt, and
+all Northern Africa, and all the islands of the Mediterranean, indeed,
+all the world that was worth having, an hundred and twenty millions of
+people under the wings of that one eagle. Where is she now? Ask
+Gibbon, the historian, in his prose poem, the &quot;Decline and Fall of the
+Roman Empire.&quot; Ask her gigantic ruins straggling their sadness through
+the ages, the screech owl at windows out of which world-wide
+conquerors looked. Ask the day of judgment when her crowned
+debauchees, Commodus and Pertinax, and Caligula and Diocletian, shall
+answer for their infamy? As men and as nations let us repent, and have
+our trust in a pardoning God, rather than depend on former successes
+for immunity! Out of thirteen greatest battles of the world, Napoleon
+had lost but one before Waterloo. Pride and destruction often ride in
+the same saddle.</p>
+
+<p>But notice once more, and more than all in my text, that God is so
+kind and loving, that when it is necessary for Him to cut, He has to
+go to others for the sharp-edged weapon. &quot;In the same day shall the
+Lord shave with a razor that is hired.&quot; God is love. God is pity. God
+is help. God is shelter. God is rescue. There are no sharp edges about
+Him, no thrusting points, no instruments of laceration. If you want
+balm for wounds, He has that. If you want salve for divine eyesight,
+He has that. But if there is sharp and cutting work to do which
+requires a razor, that He hires. God has nothing about Him that hurts,
+save when dire necessity demands, and then He has to go clear off to
+some one else to get the instrument.</p>
+
+<p>This divine geniality will be no novelty to those who have pondered
+the Calvarean massacre, where God submerged Himself in human tears,
+and crimsoned Himself from punctured arteries, and let the terrestrial
+and infernal worlds maul Him until the chandeliers of the sky had to
+be turned out, because the universe could not endure the indecency.
+Illustrious for love He must have been to take all that as our
+substitute, paying out of His own heart the price of our admission at
+the gates of heaven.</p>
+
+<p>King Henry II., of England, crowned his son as king, and on the day of
+coronation put on a servant's garb and waited, he, the king, at the
+son's table, to the astonishment of all the princes. But we know of a
+more wondrous scene, the King of heaven and earth offering to put on
+you, His child, the crown of life, and in the form of a servant
+waiting on you with blessing. Extol that love, all painting, all
+sculpture, all music, all architecture, all worship! In Dresdenian
+gallery let Raphael hold Him up as a child, and in Antwerp Cathedral
+let Rubens hand Him down from the cross as a martyr, and Handel make
+all his oratorio vibrate around that one chord&mdash;&quot;He was wounded for
+our transgressions, bruised for our iniquity.&quot; But not until all the
+redeemed get home, and from the countenances of all the piled-up
+galleries of the ransomed shall be revealed the wonders of redemption,
+shall either man or seraph or archangel know the height, and depth,
+and length, and breadth of the love of God.</p>
+
+<p>At our national capital, a monument in honor of him who did more than
+any one to achieve our American Independence, was for scores of years
+in building, and most of us were discouraged and said it never would
+be completed. And how glad we all were when in the presence of the
+highest officials of the nation, the work was done! But will the
+monument to Him who died for the eternal liberation of the human race
+ever be completed? For ages the work has been going up; evangelists
+and apostles and martyrs have been adding to the heavenly pile, and
+every one of the millions of the redeemed going up from earth, has
+made to it contribution of gladness, and weight of glory is swung to
+the top of other weight of glory, higher and higher as the centuries
+go by, higher and higher as the whole millenniums roll, sapphire on
+the top of jasper, sardonyx on the top of chalcedony, and chrysoprasus
+above topaz, until, far beneath shall be the walls and towers and
+domes of the great capitol, a monument forever and forever rising, and
+yet never done. &quot;Unto Him who hath loved us and washed us from our
+sins in His own blood, and made us kings and priests forever.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Allelujah, amen.</p>
+
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="windows_toward_jerusalem" id="windows_toward_jerusalem"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>WINDOWS TOWARD JERUSALEM.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">&quot;His windows being open and his chamber toward
+ Jerusalem.&quot;&mdash;<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Dan.</span> vi: 10.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>The scoundrelly princes of Persia, urged on by political jealousy
+against Daniel, have succeeded in getting a law passed that whosoever
+prays to God shall be put under the paws and teeth of the lions, who
+are lashing themselves in rage and hunger up and down the stone cage,
+or putting their lower jaws on the ground, bellowing till the earth
+trembles. But the leonine threat did not hinder the devotion of
+Daniel, the Coeur-de-Lion of the ages. His enemies might as well have
+a law that the sun should not draw water or that the south wind should
+not sweep across a garden of magnolias or that God should be
+abolished. They could not scare him with the red-hot furnaces, and
+they can not now scare him with the lions. As soon as Daniel hears of
+this enactment he leaves his office of Secretary of State, with its
+upholstery of crimson and gold, and comes down the white marble steps
+and goes to his own house. He opens his window and puts the shutters
+back and pulls the curtain aside so that he can look toward the sacred
+city of Jerusalem, and then prays.</p>
+
+<p>I suppose the people in the street gathered under and before his
+window, and said: &quot;Just see that man defying the law; he ought to be
+arrested.&quot; And the constabulary of the city rush to the police
+head-quarters and report that Daniel is on his knees at the wide-open
+window. &quot;You are my prisoner,&quot; says the officer of the law, dropping a
+heavy hand on the shoulder of the kneeling Daniel. As the constables
+open the door of the cavern to thrust in their prisoner, they see the
+glaring eyes of the monsters. But Daniel becomes the first lion-tamer,
+and they lick his hand and fawn at his feet, and that night he sleeps
+with the shaggy mane of a wild beast for his pillow, while the king
+that night, sleepless in the palace, has on him the paw and teeth of a
+lion he can not tame&mdash;the lion of a remorseful conscience.</p>
+
+<p>What a picture it would be for some artist; Darius, in the early dusk
+of morning, not waiting for footmen or chariot, hastening to the den,
+all flushed and nervous and in dishabille, and looking through the
+crevices of the cage to see what had become of his prime-minister!
+&quot;What, no sound!&quot; he says: &quot;Daniel is surely devoured, and the lions
+are sleeping after their horrid meal, the bones of the poor man
+scattered across the floor of the cavern.&quot; With trembling voice Darius
+calls out, &quot;Daniel!&quot; No answer, for the prophet is yet in profound
+slumber. But a lion, more easily awakened, advances, and, with hot
+breath blown through the crevice, seems angrily to demand the cause of
+this interruption, and then another wild beast lifts his mane from
+under Daniel's head, and the prophet, waking up, comes forth to report
+himself all unhurt and well.</p>
+
+<p>But our text stands us at Daniel's window, open toward Jerusalem. Why
+in that direction open? Jerusalem was his native land, and all the
+pomp of his Babylonish successes could not make him forget it. He
+came there from Jerusalem at eighteen years of age, and he never
+visited it, though he lived to be eighty-five years. Yet, when he
+wanted to arouse the deepest emotions and grandest aspirations of his
+heart, he had his window open toward his native Jerusalem. There are
+many of you to-day who understand that without any exposition. This is
+getting to be a nation of foreigners. They have come into all
+occupations and professions. They sit in all churches. It may be
+twenty years ago since you got your naturalization papers, and you may
+be thoroughly Americanized, but you can't forget the land of your
+birth, and your warmest sympathies go out toward it. Your windows are
+open toward Jerusalem. Your father and mother are buried there. It may
+have been a very humble home in which you were born, but your memory
+often plays around it, and you hope some day to go and see it&mdash;the
+hill, the tree, the brook, the house, the place so sacred, the door
+from which you started off with parental blessing to make your own way
+in the world; and God only knows how sometimes you have longed to see
+the familiar places of your childhood, and how in awful crises of life
+you would like to have caught a glimpse of the old, wrinkled face that
+bent over you as you lay on the gentle lap twenty or forty or fifty
+years ago. You may have on this side of the sea risen in fortune, and,
+like Daniel, have become great, and may have come into prosperities
+which you never could have reached if you had stayed there, and you
+may have many windows to your house&mdash;bay-windows, and
+sky-light-windows, and windows of conservatory, and windows on all
+sides&mdash;but you have at least one window open toward Jerusalem.</p>
+
+<p>When the foreign steamer comes to the wharf, you see the long line of
+sailors, with shouldered mail-bags, coming down the planks, carrying
+as many letters as you might suppose would be enough for a year's
+correspondence, and this repeated again and again during the week.
+Multitudes of them are letters from home, and at all the post-offices
+of the land people will go to the window and anxiously ask for them,
+hundreds of thousands of persons finding that window of foreign mails
+the open window toward Jerusalem. Messages that say: &quot;When are you
+coming home to see us? Brother has gone into the army. Sister is dead.
+Father and mother are getting very feeble. We are having a great
+struggle to get on here. Would you advise us to come to you, or will
+you come to us? All join in love, and hope to meet you, if not in this
+world, then in a better. Good-bye.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Yes, yes; in all these cities, and amid the flowering western
+prairies, and on the slopes of the Pacific, and amid the Sierras, and
+on the banks of the lagoon, and on the ranches of Texas there is an
+uncounted multitude who, this hour, stand and sit and kneel with their
+windows open toward Jerusalem. Some of them played on the heather of
+the Scottish hills. Some of them were driven out by Irish famine. Some
+of them, in early life, drilled in the German army. Some of them were
+accustomed at Lyons or Marseilles or Paris to see on the street Victor
+Hugo and Gambetta. Some chased the chamois among the Alpine
+precipices. Some plucked the ripe clusters from Italian vineyard.
+Some lifted their faces under the midnight sun of Norway. It is no
+dishonor to our land that they remember the place of their nativity.
+Miscreants would they be if, while they have some of their windows
+open to take in the free air of America and the sunlight of an
+atmosphere which no kingly despot has ever breathed, they forgot
+sometime to open the window toward Jerusalem.</p>
+
+<p>No wonder that the son of the Swiss, when far away from home, hearing
+the national air of his country sung, the malady of home-sickness
+comes on him so powerfully as to cause his death. You have the example
+of the heroic Daniel of my text for keeping early memories fresh.
+Forget not the old folks at home. Write often; and, if you have
+surplus of means and they are poor, make practical contribution, and
+rejoice that America is bound to all the world by ties of sanguinity
+as is no other nation. Who can doubt but it is appointed for the
+evangelization of other lands? What a stirring, melting, gospelizing
+theory that all the doors of other nations are open toward us, while
+our windows are open toward them!</p>
+
+<p>But Daniel, in the text, kept this port-hole of his domestic fortress
+unclosed because Jerusalem was the capital of sacred influences. There
+had smoked the sacrifice. There was the Holy of Holies. There was the
+Ark of the Covenant. There stood the temple. We are all tempted to
+keep our windows open on the opposite side, toward the world, that we
+may see and hear and appropriate its advantages. What does the world
+say? What does the world think? What does the world do? Worshipers of
+the world instead of worshipers of God. Windows open toward Babylon.
+Windows open toward Corinth. Windows open toward Athens. Windows open
+toward Sodom. Windows open toward the flats, instead of windows open
+toward the hills. Sad mistake, for this world as a god is like
+something I saw the other day in the museum of Strasburg, Germany&mdash;the
+figure of a virgin in wood and iron. The victim in olden time was
+brought there, and this figure would open its arms to receive him,
+and, once infolded, the figure closed with a hundred knives and lances
+upon him, and then let him drop one hundred and eighty feet sheer
+down. So the world first embraces its idolaters, then closes upon them
+with many tortures, and then lets them drop forever down. The highest
+honor the world could confer was to make a man Roman emperor; but, out
+of sixty-three emperors, it allowed only six to die peacefully in
+their beds.</p>
+
+<p>The dominion of this world over multitudes is illustrated by the names
+of coins of many countries. They have their pieces of money which they
+call sovereigns and half sovereigns, crowns and half crowns, Napoleons
+and half Napoleons, Fredericks and double Fredericks, and ducats, and
+Isabellinos, all of which names mean not so much usefulness as
+dominion. The most of our windows open toward the exchange, toward the
+salon of fashion, toward the god of this world. In olden times the
+length of the English yard was fixed by the length of the arm of King
+Henry I., and we are apt to measure things by a variable standard and
+by the human arm that in the great crises of life can give us no help.
+We need, like Daniel, to open our windows toward God and religion.</p>
+
+<p>But, mark you, that good lion-tamer is not standing at the window, but
+kneeling, while he looks out. Most photographs are taken of those in
+standing or sitting posture. I now remember but one picture of a man
+kneeling, and that was David Livingstone, who in the cause of God and
+civilization sacrificed himself; and in the heart of Africa his
+servant, Majwara, found him in the tent by the light of a candle,
+stuck on the top of a box, his head in his hands upon the pillow, and
+dead on his knees. But here is a great lion-tamer, living under the
+dash of the light, and his hair disheveled of the breeze, praying. The
+fact is, that a man can see further on his knees than standing on
+tiptoe. Jerusalem was about five hundred and fifty statute miles from
+Babylon, and the vast Arabian Desert shifted its sands between them.
+Yet through that open window Daniel saw Jerusalem, saw all between it,
+saw beyond, saw time, saw eternity, saw earth, and saw heaven. Would
+you like to see the way through your sins to pardon, through your
+troubles to comfort, through temptation to rescue, through dire
+sickness to immortal health, through night to day, through things
+terrestrial to things celestial, you will not see them till you take
+Daniel's posture. No cap of bone to the joints of the fingers, no cap
+of bone to the joints of the elbow, but cap of bone to the knees, made
+so because the God of the body was the God of the soul, and especial
+provision for those who want to pray, and physiological structure
+joins with spiritual necessity in bidding us pray, and pray, and pray.</p>
+
+<p>In olden time the Earl of Westmoreland said he had no need to pray,
+because he had enough pious tenants on his estate to pray for him;
+but all the prayers of the church universal amount to nothing unless,
+like Daniel, we pray for ourselves. Oh, men and women, bounded on one
+side by Shadrach's red-hot furnace, and the other side by devouring
+lions, learn the secret of courage and deliverance by looking at that
+Babylonish window open toward the south-west! &quot;Oh,&quot; you say, &quot;that is
+the direction of the Arabian Desert!&quot; Yes; but on the other side of
+the desert is God, is Christ, is Jerusalem, is heaven.</p>
+
+<p>The Brussels lace is superior to all other lace, so beautiful, so
+multiform, so expensive&mdash;four hundred francs a pound. All the world
+seeks it. Do you know how it is made? The spinning is done in a dark
+room, the only light admitted through a small aperture, and that light
+falling directly on the pattern. And the finest specimens of Christian
+character I have ever seen or ever expect to see are those to be found
+in lives all of whose windows have been darkened by bereavement and
+misfortune save one, but under that one window of prayer the
+interlacing of divine workmanship went on until it was fit to deck a
+throne, a celestial embroidery which angels admired and God approved.</p>
+
+<p>But it is another Jerusalem toward which we now need to open our
+windows. The exiled evangelist of Ephesus saw it one day as the surf
+of the Icarian sea foamed and splashed over the bowlders at his feet,
+and his vision reminded me of a wedding-day when the bride by sister
+and maid was having garlands twisted for her hair and jewels strung
+for her neck just before she puts her betrothed hand into the hand of
+her affianced: &quot;I, John, saw the Holy City, New Jerusalem, coming
+down from God out of heaven prepared as a bride adorned for her
+husband.&quot; Toward that bridal Jerusalem are our windows opened?</p>
+
+<p>We would do well to think more of heaven. It is not a mere annex of
+earth. It is not a desolate outpost. As Jerusalem was the capital of
+Judae, and Babylon the capital of the Babylonian monarchy, and London
+is the capital of Great Britain, and Washington is the capital of our
+own republic, the New Jerusalem is the capital of the universe. The
+king lives there, and the royal family of the redeemed have their
+palaces there, and there is a congress of many nations and the
+parliament of all the worlds. Yea, as Daniel had kindred in Jerusalem
+of whom he often thought, though he had left home when a very young
+man, perhaps father and mother and brothers and sisters still living,
+and was homesick to see them, and they belonged to the high circles of
+royalty, Daniel himself having royal blood in his veins, so we have in
+the New Jerusalem a great many kindred, and we are sometimes homesick
+to see them, and they are all princes and princesses, in them the
+blood imperial, and we do well to keep our windows open toward their
+eternal residence.</p>
+
+<p>It is a joy for us to believe that while we are interested in them
+they are interested in us. Much thought of heaven makes one heavenly.
+The airs that blow through that open window are charged with life, and
+sweep up to us aromas from gardens that never wither, under skies that
+never cloud, in a spring-tide that never terminates. Compared with it
+all other heavens are dead failures.</p>
+
+<p>Homer's heaven was an elysium which he describes as a plain at the
+end of the earth or beneath, with no snow nor rainfall, and the sun
+never goes down, and Rhadamanthus, the justest of men, rules. Hesiod's
+heaven is what he calls the islands of the blessed, in the midst of
+the ocean, three times a year blooming with most exquisite flowers,
+and the air is tinted with purple, while games and music and
+horse-races occupy the time. The Scandinavian's heaven was the hall of
+Walhalla, where the god Odin gave unending wine-suppers to earthly
+heroes and heroines. The Mohammedan's heaven passes its disciples in
+over the bridge Al-Sirat, which is finer than a hair and sharper than
+a sword, and then they are let loose into a riot of everlasting
+sensuality.</p>
+
+<p>The American aborigines look forward to a heaven of illimitable
+hunting-ground, partridge and deer and wild duck more than plentiful,
+and the hounds never off the scent, and the guns never missing fire.
+But the geographer has followed the earth round, and found no Homer's
+elysium. Voyagers have traversed the deep in all directions, and found
+no Hesiod's islands of the blessed. The Mohammedan's celestial
+debauchery and the Indian's eternal hunting-ground for vast multitudes
+have no charm. But here rolls in the Bible heaven. No more sea&mdash;that
+is, no wide separation. No more night&mdash;that is, no insomnia. No more
+tears&mdash;that is, no heart-break. No more pain&mdash;that is, dismissal of
+lancet and bitter draught and miasma, and banishment of neuralgias and
+catalepsies and consumptions. All colors in the wall except gloomy
+black; all the music in the major-key, because celebrative and
+jubilant. River crystalline, gate crystalline, and skies crystalline,
+because everything is clear and without doubt. White robes, and that
+means sinlessness. Vials full of odors, and that means pure regalement
+of the senses. Rainbow, and that means the storm is over. Marriage
+supper, and that means gladdest festivity. Twelve manner of fruits,
+and that means luscious and unending variety. Harp, trumpet, grand
+march, anthem, amen, and hallelujah in the same orchestra. Choral
+meeting solo, and overture meeting antiphon, and strophe joining
+dithyramb, as they roll into the ocean of doxologies. And you and I
+may have all that, and have it forever through Christ, if we will let
+Him with the blood of one wounded hand rub out our sin, and with the
+other wounded hand swing open the shining portals.</p>
+
+<p>Day and night keep your window open toward that Jerusalem. Sing about
+it. Pray about it. Think about it. Talk about it. Dream about it. Do
+not be inconsolable about your friends who have gone into it. Do not
+worry if something in your heart indicates that you are not far off
+from its ecstasies. Do not think that when a Christian dies he stops,
+for he goes on.</p>
+
+<p>An ingenious man has taken the heavenly furlongs as mentioned in
+Revelation, and has calculated that there will be in heaven one
+hundred rooms sixteen feet square for each ascending soul, though this
+world should lose a hundred millions yearly. But all the rooms of
+heaven will be ours, for they are family rooms; and as no room in your
+house is too good for your children, so all the rooms of all the
+palaces of the heavenly Jerusalem will be free to God's children and
+even the throne-room will not be denied, and you may run up the steps
+of the throne, and put your hand on the side of the throne, and sit
+down beside the king according to the promise: &quot;To him that overcometh
+will I grant to sit with me in my throne.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>But you can not go in except as conquerors. Many years ago the Turks
+and Christians were in battle, and the Christians were defeated, and
+with their commander Stephen fled toward a fortress where the mother
+of this commander was staying. When she saw her son and his army in
+disgraceful retreat, she had the gates of the fortress rolled shut,
+and then from the top of the battlement cried out to her son, &quot;You can
+not enter here except as conqueror!&quot; Then Stephen rallied his forces
+and resumed the battle and gained the day, twenty thousand driving
+back two hundred thousand. For those who are defeated in the battle
+with sin and death and hell nothing but shame and contempt; but for
+those who gain the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ the gates of
+the New Jerusalem will hoist, and there shall be an abundant entrance
+into the everlasting kingdom of our Lord, toward which you do well to
+keep your windows open.</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="stormed_and_taken" id="stormed_and_taken"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>STORMED AND TAKEN.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">
+&quot;And Abimelech gat him up to Mount Zalmon, he and all the
+ people that were with him, and Abimelech took an ax in his
+ hand, and cut down a bough from the trees, and took it, and
+ laid it on his shoulder.... And all the people likewise cut
+ down every man his bough, and followed Abimelech, and put them
+ to the hold, and set the hold on fire upon them; so that all
+ the men of the tower of Shechem died also, about a thousand
+ men and women.&quot;&mdash;
+<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Judges</span> ix: 48, 49.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>Abimelech is a name malodorous in Bible history, and yet full of
+profitable suggestion. Buoys are black and uncomely, but they tell
+where the rocks are. The snake's rattle is hideous, but it gives
+timely warning. From the piazza of my summer home, night by night I
+saw a lighthouse fifteen miles away, not placed there for adornment,
+but to tell mariners to stand off from that dangerous point. So all
+the iron-bound coast of moral danger is marked with Saul, and Herod,
+and Rehoboam, and Jezebel, and Abimelech. These bad people are
+mentioned in the Bible, not only as warnings, but because there were
+sometimes flashes of good conduct in their lives worthy of imitation.
+God sometimes drives a very straight nail with a very poor hammer.</p>
+
+<p>The city of Shechem had to be taken, and Abimelech and his men were to
+do it. I see the dust rolling up from their excited march. I hear the
+shouting of the captains and the yell of the besiegers. The swords
+clack sharply on the parrying shields, and the vociferation of two
+armies in death-grapple is horrible to hear. The battle goes on all
+day, and as the sun is setting Abimelech and his army cry &quot;Surrender!&quot;
+to the beaten foe. And, unable longer to resist, the city of Shechem
+falls; and there are pools of blood, and dissevered limbs, and glazed
+eyes looking up beggingly for mercy that war never shows, and dying
+soldiers with their head on the lap of mother, or wife, or sister, who
+have come out for the last offices of kindness and affection: and a
+groan rolls across the city, stopping not, because there is no spot
+for it to rest, so full is the place of other groans. A city wounded!
+A city dying! A city dead! Wail for Shechem, all ye who know the
+horrors of a sacked town!</p>
+
+<p>As I look over the city I can find only one building standing, and
+that is the temple of the god Berith. Some soldiers outside of the
+city, in a tower, finding that they can no longer defend Shechem, now
+begin to look out for their own personal safety, and they fly to this
+temple of Berith. They get within the door, shut it, and they say,
+&quot;Now we are safe. Abimelech has taken the whole city, but he can not
+take this temple of Berith. Here we shall be under the protection of
+the gods.&quot; Oh, Berith, the god! do your best now for these refugees.
+If you have eyes, pity them. If you have hands, help them. If you have
+thunderbolts, strike for them.</p>
+
+<p>But how shall Abimelech and his army take this temple of Berith and
+the men who are there fortified? Will they do it with sword? Nay.
+Will they do it with spear? Nay. With battering-ram, rolled up by
+hundred-armed strength, crashing against the walls? Nay. Abimelech
+marches his men to a wood in Zalmon. With his ax he hews off a limb of
+a tree, and puts that limb upon his own shoulder, and then he says to
+his men, &quot;You do the same.&quot; They are obedient to their commander.</p>
+
+<p>Oh, what a strange army, with what strange equipment! They come to the
+foot of the temple of Berith, and Abimelech takes his limb of a tree
+and throws it down; and the first platoon of soldiers come up and they
+throw down their branches; and the second platoon, and the third,
+until all around about the temple of Berith there is a pile of
+tree-branches. The Shechemites look out from the windows of the temple
+upon what seems to them childish play on the part of their enemies.
+But soon the flints are struck, and the spark begins to kindle the
+brush, and the flame comes up all through the pile, and the red
+elements leap to the casement, and the woodwork begins to blaze, and
+one arm of flame is thrown up on the right side of the temple, and
+another arm of flame is thrown up on the left side of the temple,
+until they clasp their lurid palms under the wild night sky, and the
+cry of &quot;Fire!&quot; within, and &quot;Fire!&quot; without announces the terror, and
+the strangulation, and the doom of the Shechemites, and the complete
+overthrow of the temple of the god Berith. Then there went up a shout,
+long and loud, from the stout lungs and swarthy chests of Abimelech
+and his men, as they stood amid the ashes and the dust, crying:
+&quot;Victory! Victory!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Now, I learn first from this subject the folly of depending upon any
+one form of tactics in anything we have to do for this world or for
+God. Look over the weaponry of olden times&mdash;javelins, battle-axes,
+habergeons&mdash;and show me a single weapon with which Abimelech and his
+men could have gained such complete victory. It is no easy thing to
+take a temple thus armed. I saw a house where, during revolutionary
+times, a man and his wife kept back a whole regiment hour after hour,
+because they were inside the house, and the assaulting soldiers were
+outside the house. Yet here Abimelech and his army come up, they
+surround this temple, and they capture it without the loss of a single
+man on the part of Abimelech, although I suppose some of the old
+Israelitish heroes told Abimelech: &quot;You are only going up there to be
+cut to pieces.&quot; Yet you are willing to testify to-day that by no other
+mode&mdash;certainly not by ordinary modes&mdash;could that temple so easily, so
+thoroughly have been taken. Fathers and mothers, brethren and sisters
+in Jesus Christ, what the Church most wants to learn this day is that
+any plan is right, is lawful, is best, which helps to overthrow the
+temple of sin, and capture this world for God. We are very apt to
+stick to the old modes of attack.</p>
+
+<p>We put on the old-style coat of mail. We come up with the sharp, keen,
+glittering steel spear of argument, expecting in that way to take the
+castle, but they have a thousand spears where we have ten. And so the
+castle of sin stands. Oh, my friends, we will never capture this world
+for God by any keen saber of sarcasm, by any glittering lances of
+rhetoric, by any sapping and mining of profound disquisition, by any
+gunpowdery explosions of indignation, by sharp shootings of wit, by
+howitzers of mental strength made to swing shell five miles, by
+cavalry horses gorgeously caparisoned pawing the air. In vain all the
+attempts on the part of these ecclesiastical foot soldiers, light
+horsemen, and grenadiers.</p>
+
+<p>My friends, I propose this morning a different style of tactics. Let
+each one go to the forest of God's promise and invitation, and hew
+down a branch and put it on his shoulder, and let us all come around
+these obstinate iniquities, and then, with this pile, kindled by the
+fires of a holy zeal and the flames of a consecrated life, we will
+burn them out. What steel can not do, fire may. And I, this morning,
+announce myself in favor of any plan of religious attack that
+succeeds&mdash;any plan of religious attack, however radical, however odd,
+however unpopular, however hostile to all the conventionalities of
+Church and State. We want more heart in our song, more heart in our
+alms-giving, more heart in our prayers, more heart in our preaching.
+Oh, for less of Abimelech's sword, and more of Abimelech's
+conflagration! I have often heard</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;There is a fountain filled with blood&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>sung artistically by four birds perched on their Sunday roost in the
+gallery, until I thought of Jenny Lind, and Nilsson, and Sontag, and
+all the other warblers; but there came not one tear to my eye, nor one
+master emotion to my heart. But one night I went down to the African
+Methodist meeting-house in Philadelphia, and at the close of the
+service a black woman, in the midst of the audience, began to sing
+that hymn, and all the audience joined in, and we were floated some
+three or four miles nearer heaven than I have ever been since. I saw
+with my own eyes that &quot;fountain filled with blood&quot;&mdash;red, agonizing,
+sacrificial, redemptive&mdash;and I heard the crimson plash of the wave as
+we all went down under it:</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;For sinners plunged beneath that flood<br /></span>
+<span>Lose all their guilty stains.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Oh, my friends, the Gospel is not a syllogism; It is not casuistry, it
+is not polemics, or the science of squabble. It is blood-red fact; it
+is warm-hearted invitation; it is leaping, bounding, flying good news;
+it is efflorescent with all light; it is rubescent with all glow; it
+is arborescent with all sweet shade. I have seen the sun rise on Mount
+Washington, and from the Tip-top House; but there was no beauty in
+that compared with the day-spring from on high when Christ gives light
+to a soul. I have heard Parepa sing; but there was no music in that
+compared with the voice of Christ when He said: &quot;Thy sins are forgiven
+thee; go in peace.&quot; Good news! Let every one cut down a branch of this
+tree of life and wave it. Let him throw it down and kindle it. Let all
+the way from Mount Zalmon to Shechem be filled with the tossing joy.
+Good news! This bonfire of the Gospel shall consume the last temple of
+sin, and will illumine the sky with apocalyptic joy that Jesus Christ
+came into the world to save sinners. Any new plan that makes a man
+quit his sin, and that prostrates a wrong, I am as much in favor of as
+though all the doctors, and the bishops, and the archbishops, and the
+synods, and the academical gownsmen of Christianity sanctioned it. The
+temple of Berith must come down, and I do not care how it comes.</p>
+
+<p>Still further, I learn from this subject the power of example. If
+Abimelech had sat down on the grass and told his men to go and get the
+boughs, and go out to the battle, they would never have gone at all,
+or, if they had, it would have been without any spirit or effective
+result; but when Abimelech goes with his own ax and hews down a
+branch, and with Abimelech's arm puts it on Abimelech's shoulder, and
+marches on&mdash;then, my text says, all the people did the same. How
+natural that was! What made Garibaldi and Stonewall Jackson the most
+magnetic commanders of this century? They always rode ahead. Oh, the
+overcoming power of example! Here is a father on the wrong road; all
+his boys go on the wrong road. Here is a father who enlists for
+Christ; his children enlist.</p>
+
+<p>I saw, in some of the picture-galleries of Europe, that before many of
+the great works of the masters&mdash;the old masters&mdash;there would be
+sometimes four or five artists taking copies of the pictures. These
+copies they were going to carry with them, perhaps to distant lands;
+and I have thought that your life and character are a masterpiece, and
+it is being copied, and long after you are gone it will bloom or blast
+in the homes of those who knew you, and be a Gorgon or a Madonna. Look
+out what you say. Look out what you do. Eternity will hear the echo.
+The best sermon ever preached is a holy life. The best music ever
+chanted is a consistent walk.</p>
+
+<p>I saw, near the beach, a wrecker's machine. It was a cylinder with
+some holes at the side, made for the thrusting in of some long poles
+with strong leverage; and when there is a vessel in trouble or going
+to pieces out in the offing, the wreckers shoot a rope out to the
+suffering men. They grasp it, and the wreckers turn the cylinder, and
+the rope winds around the cylinder, and those who are shipwrecked are
+saved. So at your feet to-day there is an influence with a tremendous
+leverage. The rope attached to it swings far out into the billowy
+future. Your children, your children's children, and all the
+generations that are to follow, will grip that influence and feel the
+long-reaching pull long after the figures on your tombstone are so
+near worn out that the visitor can not tell whether it was in 1885, or
+1775, or 1675 that you died.</p>
+
+<p>Still further, I learn from this subject the advantages of concerted
+action. If Abimelech had merely gone out with a tree-branch the work
+would not have been accomplished, or if ten, twenty, or thirty men had
+gone; but when all the axes are lifted, and all the sharp edges fall,
+and all these men carry each his tree-branch down and throw it about
+the temple, the victory is gained&mdash;the temple falls. My friends, where
+there is one man in the Church of God at this day shouldering his
+whole duty there are a great many who never lift an ax or swing a
+blow.</p>
+
+<p>Oh, we all want our boat to get over to the golden sands, but the most
+of us are seated either in the prow or in the stern, wrapped in our
+striped shawl, holding a big-handled sunshade, while others are
+blistered in the heat, and pull until the oar-locks groan, and the
+blades bend till they snap. Oh, religious sleepy-heads, wake up! While
+we have in our church a great many who are toiling for God, there are
+some too lazy to brush the flies off their heavy eyelids.</p>
+
+<p>Suppose, in military circles, on the morning of battle the roll is
+called, and out of a thousand men only a hundred men in the regiment
+answered. What excitement there would be in the camp! What would the
+colonel say? What high talking there would be among the captains, and
+majors, and the adjutants! Suppose word came to head-quarters that
+these delinquents excused themselves on the ground that they had
+overslept themselves, or that the morning was damp and they were
+afraid of getting their feet wet, or that they were busy cooking
+rations. My friends, this is the morning of the day of God Almighty's
+battle! Do you not see the troops? Hear you not all the trumpets of
+heaven and all the drums of hell? Which side are you on? If you are on
+the right side, to what cavalry troop, to what artillery service, to
+what garrison duty do you belong? In other words, in what
+Sabbath-school do you teach? in what prayer-meeting do you exhort? to
+what penitentiary do you declare eternal liberty? to what almshouse do
+you announce the riches of heaven? What broken bone of sorrow have you
+ever set? Are you doing nothing? Is it possible that a man or woman
+sworn to be a follower of the Lord Jesus Christ is doing nothing? Then
+hide the horrible secret from the angels. Keep it away from the book
+of judgment. If you are doing nothing do not let the world find it
+out, lest they charge your religion with being a false-face. Do not
+let your cowardice and treason be heard among the martyrs about the
+throne, lest they forget the sanctity of the place and curse your
+betrayal of that cause for which they agonized and died.</p>
+
+<p>May the eternal God rouse us all to action! As for myself, I feel I
+would be ashamed to die now and enter heaven until I have accomplished
+something more decisive for the Lord that bought me. I would like to
+join with you in an oath, with hand high uplifted to heaven, swearing
+new allegiance to Jesus Christ, and to work more for His kingdom. Are
+you ready to join with me in some new work for Christ? I feel that
+there is such a thing as claustral piety, that there is such a thing
+as insular work; but it seems to me that what we want now is concerted
+action. The temple of Berith is very broad, and it is very high. It
+has been going up by the hands of men and devils, and no human
+enginery can demolish it; but if the fifty thousand ministers of
+Christ in this country should each take a branch of the tree of life,
+and all their congregations should do the same, and we should march on
+and throw these branches around the great temples of sin, and
+worldliness and folly, it would need no match, or coal, or torch of
+ours to touch off the pile; for, as in the days of Elijah, fire would
+fall from heaven and kindle the bonfire of Christian victory over
+demolished sin. It is kindling now! Huzzah! The day is ours!</p>
+
+<p>Still further, I learn from this subject the danger of false refuges.
+As soon as these Shechemites got into the temple they thought they
+were safe. They said: &quot;Berith will take care of us. Abimelech may
+batter down everything else; he can not batter down this temple where
+we are now hid.&quot; But very soon they heard the timbers crackling, and
+they were smothered with smoke, and they miserably died. And you and I
+are just as much tempted to false refuges. The mirror this morning may
+have persuaded you that you have a comely cheek; your best friends
+may have persuaded you that you have elegant manners. Satan may have
+told you that you are all right; but bear with me if I tell you that,
+if unpardoned, you are all wrong. I have no clinometer by which to
+measure how steep is the inclined plane you are descending, but I know
+it is very steep. &quot;Well,&quot; you say, &quot;if the Bible is true I am a
+sinner. Show me some refuge; I will step right into it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I suppose every person in this audience this moment is stepping into
+some kind of refuge. Here you step in the tower of good works. You
+say: &quot;I shall be safe here in this refuge.&quot; The battlements are
+adorned; the steps are varnished; on the wall are pictures of all the
+suffering you have alleviated, and all the schools you have
+established, and all the fine things you have ever done. Up in that
+tower you feel you are safe. But hear you not the tramp of your
+unpardoned sins all around the tower? They each have a match. They are
+kindling the combustible material. You feel the heat and the
+suffocation. Oh, may you leap in time, the Gospel declaring: &quot;By the
+deeds of the law shall no flesh living be justified.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Well,&quot; you say, &quot;I have been driven out of that tower; where shall I
+go?&quot; Step into this tower of indifference. You say: &quot;If this tower is
+attacked, it will be a great while before it is taken.&quot; You feel at
+ease. But there is an Abimelech, with ruthless assaults, coming on.
+Death and his forces are gathering around, and they demand that you
+surrender everything, and they clamor for your immortal overthrow, and
+they throw their skeleton arms in the windows, and with their iron
+fists they beat against the door; and while you are trying to keep
+them out you see the torches of judgment kindling, and every forest is
+a torch, and every mountain a torch, and every sea a torch; and while
+the Alps, the Pyrenees, and Himalayas turn into a live coal, blown
+redder and redder by the whirlwind breath of a God omnipotent, what
+will become of your refuge of lies?</p>
+
+<p>&quot;But,&quot; says some one, &quot;you are engaged in a very mean business,
+driving us from tower to tower.&quot; Oh, no. I want to tell you of a
+Gibraltar that never has been and never will be taken; of a wall that
+no satanic assault can scale; of a bulwark that the judgment
+earthquakes can not budge. The Bible refers to it when it says: &quot;In
+God is thy refuge, and underneath thee are the everlasting arms.&quot; Oh,
+fling yourself into it! Tread down unceremoniously everything that
+intercepts you. Wedge your way there. There are enough hounds of death
+and peril after you to make you hurry. Many a man has perished just
+outside the tower, with his foot on the step, with his hand on the
+latch. Oh, get inside! Not one surplus second have you to spare.
+Quick, quick, quick!</p>
+
+<p>Great God, is life such an uncertain thing? If I bear a little too
+hard with my right foot on the earth, does it break through into the
+grave? Is this world, which swings at the speed of thousands of miles
+an hour around the sun, going with tenfold more speed toward the
+judgment-day? Oh, I am overborne with the thought; and in the
+conclusion I cry to one and I cry to the other: &quot;Oh, time! Oh,
+eternity! Oh, the dead! Oh, the judgment-day! Oh, Jesus! Oh, God!&quot;
+But, catching at the last apostrophe, I feel that I have something to
+hold on to: for &quot;in God is thy refuge, and underneath thee are the
+everlasting arms.&quot; And, exhausted with my failure to save myself, I
+throw my whole weight of body, mind, and soul on this divine promise,
+as a weary child throws itself into the arms of its mother; as a
+wounded soldier throws himself on the hospital pillow; as a pursued
+man throws himself into the refuge; for &quot;in God is thy refuge, and
+underneath thee are the everlasting arms.&quot; Oh, for a flood of tears
+with which to express the joy of this eternal rescue!</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="all_the_world_akin" id="all_the_world_akin"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>ALL THE WORLD AKIN.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">&quot;And hath made of one blood all nations of men.&quot;&mdash;
+<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Acts</span> xvii: 26.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>Some have supposed that God originally made an Asiatic Adam and a
+European Adam and an African Adam and an American Adam, but that
+theory is entirely overthrown by my text, which says that all nations
+are blood relatives, having sprung from one and the same stock. A
+difference in climate makes much of the difference in national temper.</p>
+
+<p>An American goes to Europe and stays there a long while, and finds his
+pulse moderating and his temper becoming more calm. The air on this
+side the ocean is more tonic than on the other side. An American
+breathes more oxygen than a European. A European coming to America
+finds a great change taking place in himself. He walks with more rapid
+strides, and finds his voice becoming keener and shriller. The
+Englishman who walks in London Strand at the rate of three miles the
+hour, coming to America and residing for a long while here, walks
+Broadway at the rate of four miles the hour. Much of the difference
+between an American and a European, between an Asiatic and an African,
+is atmospheric. The lack of the warm sunlight pales the Greenlander.
+The full dash of the sunlight darkens the African.</p>
+
+<p>Then, ignorance or intelligence makes its impression on the physical
+organism&mdash;in the one case ignorance flattening the skull, as with the
+Egyptian; in the other case intelligence building up the great dome of
+the forehead, as with the German. Then the style of god that the
+nation worships decides how much it shall be elevated or debased, so
+that those nations that worship reptiles are themselves only a
+superior form of reptile, while those nations that worship the natural
+sun in the heavens are the noblest style of barbaric people. But
+whatever be the difference of physiognomy, and whatever the difference
+of temperament, the physiologist tells us that after careful analysis
+he finds out that the plasma and the disk in the human blood have the
+same characteristics: so that if you should put twenty men from twenty
+nationalities abreast in line of battle, and a bullet should fly
+through the hearts of the twenty men, the blood flowing forth would,
+through analysis, prove itself to be the same blood in every instance.
+In other words, the science of the day confirming the truth of my text
+that &quot;God hath made of one blood all nations of men.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I have thought, my friends, it might be profitable this morning if I
+gave you some of the moral and religious impressions which I received
+when, through your indulgence, I had transatlantic absence. First, I
+observe that the majority of people in all lands are in a mighty
+struggle for bread. While in nearly all lands there are only a few
+cases of actual starvation reported, there is a vast population in
+every country I visited who have a limited supply of food, or such
+food as is incompetent to sustain physical vigor. This struggle in
+some lands is becoming more agonizing, while here and there it is
+lightened. I have joy in reporting that Ireland, about the sufferings
+of which we have heard so much, has far better prospects than I have
+seen there in previous visits. In 1879, coming home from that land, I
+prophesied the famine that must come upon, and did come upon, the
+deluged fields of that country. This year the crops are large, and
+both parties&mdash;those who like the English Government and those who
+don't like it&mdash;are expecting relief. I said to one of the intelligent
+men of Ireland: &quot;Tell me in a few words what are the sufferings of
+Ireland, and what is the Land Relief enactment?&quot; He replied: &quot;I will
+tell you. Suppose I am a landlord and you a tenant. You rent from me a
+place for ten pounds a year. You improve it. You turn it from a bog
+into a garden. You put a house upon it. After a while I, the landlord,
+come around, and I say to my agent: 'How much rent is this man
+paying;' He answers, 'Ten pounds.' 'Is that all? Put his rent up to
+twenty pounds.' The tenant goes on improving his property, and after
+awhile I come around and I say to my agent, 'How much rent is this man
+paying?' He says, 'Twenty pounds.' 'Put his rent up to twenty-five
+pounds.' The tenant protests and says, 'I can't pay it.' Then I, the
+landlord, say, 'Pay it or get out;' and the tenant is helpless, and,
+leaving the place, the property in its improved condition turns over
+to the landlord. Now, to stop that outrage the Relief Enactment comes
+in and appoints commissioners who shall see that if the tenant is
+turned out, he shall receive the difference of value between the farm
+as he got it and the farm as he surrenders it. Moreover, the
+government loans money to the tenant, so that he may buy the property
+out and out if the landlord will sell.&quot; Mighty advancement toward the
+righting of a great wrong! But there and in all lands, not excepting
+our own, there is a far-reaching distress. And let those who broke
+their fast this morning, and those who shall dine to-day, remember
+those who are in want, and by prayer and practical beneficence do all
+they can to alleviate the hunger swoon of nations.</p>
+
+<p>Another impression was&mdash;indeed the impression carried with me all the
+summer&mdash;the thought already suggested, the brotherhood of man. The
+fact is that the differences are so small between nations that they
+may be said to be all alike. Though I spent the most of the summer in
+silence, I spoke a few times and to people of different nations, and
+how soon I noticed that they were very much alike! If a man knows how
+to play the piano, it does not make any difference whether he finds it
+in New Orleans or San Francisco or Boston or St. Petersburg or Moscow
+or Madras; it has so many keys, and he puts his fingers right on them.
+And the human heart is a divine instrument, with just so many keys in
+all cases, and you strike some of them and there is joy, and you
+strike some of them and there is sorrow. Plied by the same motives,
+lifted up by the same success, depressed by the same griefs. The
+cab-men of London have the same characteristics as the cab-men of New
+York, and are just as modest and retiring. The gold and silver drive
+Piccadilly and the Boulevards just as they drive Wall Street. If there
+be a great political excitement in Europe, the Bourse in Paris howls
+just as loudly as ever did the American gold-room.</p>
+
+<p>The same grief that we saw in our country in 1864 you may find now in
+the military hospitals of England containing the wounded and sick from
+the Egyptian wars. The same widowhood and orphanage that sat down in
+despair after the battles of Shiloh and South Mountain poured their
+grief in the Shannon and the Clyde and the Dee and the Thames. Oh, ye
+men and women who know how to pray, never get up from your knees until
+you have implored God in behalf of the fourteen hundred millions of
+the race just like yourselves, finding life a tremendous struggle! For
+who knows but that as the sun to-day draws up drops of water from the
+Caspian and the Black seas and from the Amazon and the Mississippi,
+after a while to distill the rain, these very drops on the fields&mdash;who
+knows but that the sun of righteousness may draw up the tears of your
+sympathy, and then rain them down in distillation of comfort o'er all
+the world?</p>
+
+<p>Who is that poor man, carried on a stretcher to the Afghan ambulance?
+He is your brother. If in the Pantheon at Paris you smite your hand
+against the wall among the tombs of the dead, you will hear a very
+strange echo coming from all parts of the Pantheon just as soon as you
+smite the wall. And I suppose it is so arranged that every stroke of
+sorrow among the tombs of bereavement ought to have loud, long, and
+oft-repeated echoes of sympathy all around the world. Oh, what a
+beautiful theory it is&mdash;and it is a Christian theory&mdash;that Englishman,
+Scotchman, Irishman, Norwegian, Frenchman, Italian, Russian, are all
+akin. Of one blood all nations. That is a very beautiful inscription
+that I saw a few days ago over the door in Edinburgh, the door of the
+house where John Knox used to live. It is getting somewhat dim now,
+but there is the inscription, fit for the door of any household&mdash;&quot;Love
+God above all, and your neighbor as yourself.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I was also impressed in journeying on the other side the sea with the
+difference the Bible makes in countries. The two nations of Europe
+that are the most moral to-day and that have the least crime are
+Scotland and Wales. They have by statistics, as you might find, fewer
+thefts, fewer arsons, fewer murders. What is the reason? A bad book
+can hardly live in Wales. The Bible crowds it out. I was told by one
+of the first literary men in Wales: &quot;There is not a bad book in the
+Welsh language.&quot; He said: &quot;Bad books come down from London, but they
+can not live here.&quot; It is the Bible that is dominant in Wales. And
+then in Scotland just open your Bible to give out your text, and there
+is a rustling all over the house almost startling to an American. What
+is it? The people opening their Bibles to find the text, looking at
+the context, picking out the referenced passages, seeing whether you
+make right quotation. Scotland and Wales Bible-reading people. That
+accounts for it. A man, a city, a nation that reads God's Word must be
+virtuous. That Book is the foe of all wrong-doing. What makes
+Edinburgh better than Constantinople? The Bible.</p>
+
+<p>Oh, I am afraid in America we are allowing the good book to be covered
+up with other good books! We have our ever-welcome morning and evening
+newspapers, and we have our good books on all subjects&mdash;geological
+subjects, botanical subjects, physiological subjects, theological
+subjects&mdash;good books, beautiful books, and so many good books that we
+have not time to read the Bible. Oh, my friends, it is not a matter of
+very great importance that you have a family Bible on the center-table
+in your parlor! Better have one pocket New Testament, the passages
+marked, the leaves turned down, the binding worn smooth with much
+usage, than fifty pictorial family Bibles too handsome to read! Oh,
+let us take a whisk-broom and brush the dust off our Bibles! Do you
+want poetry? Go and hear Job describe the war-horse, or David tell how
+the mountains skipped like lambs. Do you want logic? Go and hear Paul
+reason until your brain aches under the spell of his mighty intellect.
+Do you want history? Go and see Moses put into a few pages stupendous
+information which Herodotus, Thucydides, and Prescott never preached
+after. And, above all, if you want to find how a nation struck down by
+sin can rise to happiness and to heaven, read of that blood which can
+wash away the pollution of a world. There is one passage in the Bible
+of vast tonnage: &quot;God so loved the world that He gave His only
+begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but
+have everlasting life.&quot; Oh, may God fill this country with Bibles and
+help the people to read them!</p>
+
+<p>I was also impressed in my transatlantic journeys with the wonderful
+power that Christ holds among the nations. The great name in Europe
+to-day is not Victoria, not Marquis of Salisbury, not William the
+Emperor, not Bismarck; the great name in Europe to-day is Christ. You
+find the crucifix on the gate-post, you find it in the hay field, you
+find it at the entrance of the manor, you find it by the side of the
+road.</p>
+
+<p>The greatest pictures in all the galleries of Italy, Germany, France,
+England, and Scotland are Bible pictures. What were the subjects of
+Raphael's great paintings? &quot;The Transfiguration,&quot; &quot;The Miraculous
+Draught of Fishes,&quot; &quot;The Charge to Peter,&quot; &quot;The Holy Family,&quot; &quot;The
+Massacre of the Innocents,&quot; &quot;Moses at the Burning Bush,&quot; &quot;The
+Nativity,&quot; &quot;Michael the Archangel,&quot; and the four or five exquisite
+&quot;Madonnas.&quot; What are Tintoretto's great pictures? &quot;Fall of Adam,&quot;
+&quot;Cain and Abel,&quot; &quot;The Plague of the Fiery Serpent,&quot; &quot;Paradise,&quot; &quot;Agony
+in the Garden,&quot; &quot;The Temptation,&quot; &quot;The Adoration of the Magi,&quot; &quot;The
+Communication,&quot; &quot;Baptism,&quot; &quot;Massacre of the Innocents,&quot; &quot;The Flight
+into Egypt,&quot; &quot;The Crucifixion,&quot; &quot;The Madonna.&quot; What are Titian's great
+pictures? &quot;The Flagellation of Christ,&quot; &quot;The Supper at Emmaus,&quot; &quot;The
+Death of Abel,&quot; &quot;The Assumption,&quot; &quot;The Entombment,&quot; &quot;Faith,&quot; &quot;The
+Madonna.&quot; What are Michael Angelo's great pictures? &quot;The
+Annunciation,&quot; &quot;The Spirits in Prison,&quot; &quot;At the feet of Christ,&quot; &quot;The
+Infant Christ,&quot; &quot;The Crucifixion,&quot; &quot;The Last Judgment.&quot; What are Paul
+Veronese's great pictures? &quot;Queen of Sheba,&quot; &quot;The Marriage in Cana,&quot;
+&quot;Magdalen Washing the Feet of Christ,&quot; &quot;The Holy Family.&quot; Who has not
+heard of Da Vinci's &quot;Last Supper&quot;? Who has not heard of Turner's
+&quot;Pools of Solomon&quot;? Who has not heard of Claude's &quot;Marriage of Isaac
+and Rebecca&quot;? Who has not heard of D&uuml;rer's &quot;Dragon of the
+Apocalypse&quot;? The mightiest picture on this planet is Rubens'
+&quot;Scourging of Christ.&quot; Painter's pencil loves to sketch the face of
+Christ. Sculptor's chisel loves to present the form of Christ. Organs
+love to roll forth the sorrows of Christ.</p>
+
+<p>The first time you go to London go into the Dor&eacute; picture gallery. As I
+went and sat down before &quot;Christ Descending the Steps of the
+Pr&aelig;torium,&quot; at the first I was disappointed. I said: &quot;There isn't
+enough majesty in that countenance, not enough tenderness in that
+eye;&quot; but as I sat and looked at the picture it grew upon me until I
+was overwhelmed with its power, and I staggered with emotion as I went
+out into the fresh air, and said; &quot;Oh, for that Christ I must live,
+and for that Christ I must be willing to die!&quot; Make that Christ your
+personal friend, my sister, my brother. You may never go to Milan to
+see Da Vinci's &quot;Last Supper;&quot; but, better than that, you can have
+Christ come and sup with you. You may never get to Antwerp to see
+Rubens' &quot;Descent of Christ from the Cross,&quot; but you can have Christ
+come down from the mountain of His suffering into your heart and abide
+there forever. Oh, you must have Him! We are all so diseased with sin
+that we want that which hurts us, and we won't have that which cures
+us. The best thing for you and for me to do to-day is to get down on
+our bended knees before God and say: &quot;Oh, Almighty Son of God, I am
+blind! I want to see. My arms are palsied. I want to take hold of thy
+cross. Have mercy on me, O Lord Jesus!&quot; Why will you live on husks
+when you may sit down to this white bread of heaven? Oh, with such a
+God, and with such a Christ, and with such a Holy Spirit, and with
+such an immortal nature, wake up!</p>
+
+<p>Once more, I was impressed greatly on the other side the sea with the
+wonderful triumphs of the Christian religion. The tide is rising, the
+tide of moral and spiritual prosperity in the world. I think that any
+man who keeps his eyes open, traveling in foreign lands, will come to
+that conclusion. More Bibles than ever before, more churches, more
+consecrated men and women, more people ready to be martyrs now than
+ever before, if need be; so that instead of there being, as people
+sometimes say, less spirit of martyrdom now than ever before, I
+believe where there was once one martyr there would be a thousand
+martyrs if the fires were kindled&mdash;men ready to go through flood and
+fire for Christ's sake. Oh, the signs are promising! The world is on
+the way to millennial brightness. All art, all invention, all
+literature, all commerce will be the Lord's.</p>
+
+<p>These ships that you see going up and down New York harbor are to be
+brought into the service of God. All those ships I saw at Liverpool,
+at Southampton, at Glasgow, are to be brought into the service of
+Christ. What is that passage, &quot;Ships of Tarshish shall bring
+presents&quot;? That is what it means. Oh, what a goodly fleet when the
+vessels of the sea come into the service of God! No guns frowning
+through the port-holes, no pikes hung in the gangway, nothing from
+cut-water to taffrail to suggest atrocity. Those ships will come from
+all parts of the seas. Great flocks of ships that never met on the
+high sea but in wrath, will cry, &quot;Ship ahoy!&quot; and drop down beside
+each other in calmness, the flags of Emmanuel streaming from the
+top-gallants. The old slaver, with decks scrubbed and washed and
+glistened and burnished&mdash;the old slaver will wheel into line; and the
+Chinese junk and the Venetian gondola, and the miners' and the
+pirates' corvette, will fall into line, equipped, readorned,
+beautified, only the small craft of this grand flotilla which shall
+float out for the truth&mdash;a flotilla mightier than the armada of Xerxes
+moving in the pomp and pride of Persian insolence; mightier than the
+Carthaginian navy rushing with forty thousand oarsmen upon the Roman
+galleys, the life of nations dashed out against the gunwales.</p>
+
+<p>Rise, O sea! and shine, O heavens! to greet this squadron of light and
+victory! On the glistening decks are the feet of them that bring good
+tidings, and songs of heaven float among the rigging. Crowd on all the
+canvas. Line-of-battle ship and merchantmen wheel into the way. It is
+noon. Strike eight bells. From all the squadron the sailors' songs
+arise. &quot;Surely the isles shall wait for thee, and the ships of
+Tarshish to bring thy sons from afar, their silver and their gold with
+them, to the name of the Lord thy God, and the Holy One of Israel.&quot;</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+
+<a name="a_momentous_quest" id="a_momentous_quest"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>A MOMENTOUS QUEST.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">&quot;Seek ye the Lord while he may be found.&quot;&mdash;
+<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Isa.</span> lv: 6.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>Isaiah stands head and shoulders above the other Old Testament authors
+in vivid descriptiveness of Christ. Other prophets give an outline of
+our Saviour's features. Some of them present, as it were, the side
+face of Christ; others a bust of Christ; but Isaiah gives us the
+full-length portrait of Christ. Other Scripture writers excel in some
+things. Ezekiel more weird, David more pathetic, Solomon more
+epigrammatic, Habakkuk more sublime; but when you want to see Christ
+coming out from the gates of prophecy in all His grandeur and glory,
+you involuntarily turn to Isaiah. So that if the prophecies in regard
+to Christ might be called the &quot;Oratorio of the Messiah,&quot; the writing
+of Isaiah is the &quot;Hallelujah Chorus,&quot; where all the batons wave and
+all the trumpets come in. Isaiah was not a man picked up out of
+insignificance by inspiration. He was known and honored. Josephus, and
+Philo, and Sirach extolled him in their writings. What Paul was among
+the apostles, Isaiah was among the prophets.</p>
+
+<p>My text finds him standing on a mountain of inspiration, looking out
+into the future, beholding Christ advancing and anxious that all men
+might know Him; his voice rings down the ages: &quot;Seek ye the Lord while
+He may be found.&quot; &quot;Oh,&quot; says some one: &quot;that was for olden times.&quot;
+No, my hearer. If you have traveled in other lands you have taken a
+circular letter of credit from some banking-house in New York, and in
+St. Petersburg, or Venice, or Rome, or Antwerp, or Brussels, or Paris;
+you presented that letter and got financial help immediately. And I
+want you to understand that the text, instead of being appropriate for
+one age, or for one land, is a circular letter for all ages and for
+all lands, and wherever it is presented for help, the help comes:
+&quot;Seek ye the Lord while He may be found.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I come, to-day, with no hair-spun theories of religion, with no nice
+distinctions, with no elaborate disquisition; but with a plain talk on
+the matters of personal religion. I feel that the sermon I preach this
+morning will be the savor of life unto life, or of death unto death.
+In other words, the Gospel of Christ is a powerful medicine: it either
+kills or cures. There are those who say: &quot;I would like to become a
+Christian, I have been waiting a good while for the right kind of
+influences to come;&quot; and still you are waiting. You are wiser in
+worldly things than you are in religious things. If you want to get to
+Albany, you go to the Grand Central Depot, or to the steam-boat wharf,
+and, having got your ticket, you do not sit down on the wharf or sit
+in the depot; you get aboard the boat or train. And yet there are men
+who say they are waiting to get to heaven&mdash;waiting, waiting, but not
+with intelligent waiting, or they would get on board the line of
+Christian influences that would bear them into the kingdom of God.</p>
+
+<p>Now you know very well that to seek a thing is to search for it with
+earnest endeavor. If you want to see a certain man in New York, and
+there is a matter of $10,000 connected with your seeing him, and you
+can not at first find him, you do not give up the search. You look in
+the directory, but can not find the name; you go in circles where you
+think, perhaps, he may mingle, and, having found the part of the city
+where he lives, but perhaps not knowing the street, you go through
+street after street, and from block to block, and you keep on
+searching for weeks and for months.</p>
+
+<p>You say: &quot;It is a matter of $10,000 whether I see him or not.&quot; Oh,
+that men were as persistent in seeking for Christ! Had you one half
+that persistence you would long ago have found Him who is the joy of
+the forgiven spirit. We may pay our debts, we may attend church, we
+may relieve the poor, we may be public benefactors, and yet all our
+life disobey the text, never seek God, never gain heaven. Oh, that the
+Spirit of God would help this morning while I try to show you, in
+carrying out the idea of my text, first, how to seek the Lord, and in
+the next place, when to seek Him. &quot;Seek ye the Lord while He may be
+found.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I remark, in the first place, you are to seek the Lord through earnest
+and believing prayer. God is not an autocrat or a despot seated on a
+throne, with His arms resting on brazen lions, and a sentinel pacing
+up and down at the foot of the throne. God is a father seated in a
+bower, waiting for His children to come and climb on His knee, and get
+His kiss and His benediction. Prayer is the cup with which we go to
+the &quot;fountain of living water,&quot; and dip up refreshment for our
+thirsty soul. Grace does not come to the heart as we set a cask at the
+corner of the house to catch the rain in the shower. It is a pulley
+fastened to the throne of God, which we pull, bringing the blessing.</p>
+
+<p>I do not care so much what posture you take in prayer, nor how large
+an amount of voice you use. You might get down on your face before
+God, if you did not pray right inwardly, and there would be no
+response. You might cry at the top of your voice, and unless you had a
+believing spirit within, your cry would not go further up than the
+shout of a plow-boy to his oxen. Prayer must be believing, earnest,
+loving. You are in your house some summer day, and a shower comes up,
+and a bird, affrighted, darts into the window, and wheels about the
+room. You seize it. You smooth its ruffled plumage. You feel its
+fluttering heart. You say, &quot;Poor thing, poor thing!&quot; Now, a prayer
+goes out of the storm of this world into the window of God's mercy,
+and He catches it, and He feels its fluttering pulse, and He puts it
+in His own bosom of affection and safety. Prayer is a warm, ardent,
+pulsating exercise. It is the electric battery which, touched, thrills
+to the throne of God! It is the diving-bell in which we go down into
+the depths of God's mercy and bring up &quot;pearls of great price.&quot; There
+was an instance where prayer made the waves of the Gennesaret solid as
+Russ pavement. Oh, how many wonderful things prayer has accomplished!
+Have you ever tried it? In the days when the Scotch Covenanters were
+persecuted, and the enemies were after them, one of the head men
+among the Covenanters prayed: &quot;Oh, Lord, we be as dead men unless Thou
+shalt help us! Oh, Lord, throw the lap of Thy cloak over these poor
+things!&quot; And instantly a Scotch mist enveloped and hid the persecuted
+from their persecutors&mdash;the promise literally fulfilled: &quot;While they
+are yet speaking I will hear.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Oh, impenitent soul, have you ever tried the power of prayer? God
+says: &quot;He is loving, and faithful, and patient.&quot; Do you believe that?
+You are told that Christ came to save sinners. Do you believe that?
+You are told that all you have to do to get the pardon of the Gospel
+is to ask for it. Do you believe that? Then come to Him and say: &quot;Oh,
+Lord! I know Thou canst not lie. Thou hast told me to come for pardon,
+and I could get it. I come, Lord. Keep Thy promise, and liberate my
+captive soul.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Oh, that you might have an altar in the parlor, in the kitchen, in the
+store, in the barn, for Christ will be willing to come again to the
+manger to hear prayer. He would come in your place of business, as He
+confronted Matthew, the tax commissioner. If a measure should come
+before Congress that you thought would ruin the nation, how you would
+send in petitions and remonstrances! And yet there has been enough sin
+in your heart to ruin it forever, and you have never remonstrated or
+petitioned against it. If your physical health failed, and you had the
+means, you would go and spend the summer in Germany, and the winter in
+Italy, and you would think it a very cheap outlay if you had to go all
+round the earth to get back your physical health. Have you made any
+effort, any expenditure, any exertion for your immortal and spiritual
+health? No, you have not taken one step.</p>
+
+<p>O that you might now begin to seek after God with earnest prayer. Some
+of you have been working for years and years for the support of your
+families. Have you given one half day to the working out of your
+salvation with fear and trembling? You came here this morning with an
+earnest purpose, I take it, as I have come hither with an earnest
+purpose, and we meet face to face, and I tell you, first of all, if
+you want to find the Lord, you must pray, and pray, and pray.</p>
+
+<p>I remark again, you must seek the Lord through Bible study. The Bible
+is the newest book in the world. &quot;Oh,&quot; you say, &quot;it was made hundreds
+of years ago, and the learned men of King James translated it hundreds
+of years ago.&quot; I confute that idea by telling you it is not five
+minutes old, when God, by His blessed Spirit, retranslates it into the
+heart. If you will, in the seeking of the way of life through
+Scripture study, implore God's light to fall upon the page, you will
+find that these promises are not one second old, and that they drop
+straight from the throne of God into your heart.</p>
+
+<p>There are many people to whom the Bible does not amount to much. If
+they merely look at the outside beauty, why it will no more lead them
+to Christ than Washington's farewell address or the Koran of Mohammed
+or the Shaster of the Hindoos. It is the inward light of God's Word
+you must get or die. I went up to the church of the Madeleine, in
+Paris, and looked at the doors which were the most wonderfully
+constructed I ever saw, and I could have stayed there for a whole
+week; but I had only a little time, so, having glanced at the
+wonderful carving on the doors, I passed in and looked at the radiant
+altars, and the sculptured dome. Alas, that so many stop at the
+outside door of God's Holy Word, looking at the rhetorical beauties,
+instead of going in and looking at the altars of sacrifice and the
+dome of God's mercy and salvation that hovers over penitent and
+believing souls!</p>
+
+<p>O my friends! if you merely want to study the laws of language, do not
+go to the Bible. It was not made for that. Take &quot;Howe's Elements of
+Criticism&quot;&mdash;it will be better than the Bible for that. If you want to
+study metaphysics, better than the Bible will be the writings of
+William Hamilton. But if you want to know how to have sin pardoned,
+and at last to gain the blessedness of Heaven, search the Scriptures,
+&quot;for in them ye have eternal life.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>When people are anxious about their souls&mdash;and there are some such
+here to-day&mdash;there are those who recommend good books. That is all
+right. But I want to tell you that the Bible is the best book under
+such circumstances. Baxter wrote &quot;A Call to the Unconverted,&quot; but the
+Bible is the best call to the unconverted. Philip Doddridge wrote &quot;The
+Rise and Progress of Religion in the Soul,&quot; but the Bible is the best
+rise and progress. John Angell James wrote &quot;Advice to the Anxious
+Inquirer,&quot; but the Bible is the best advice to the anxious inquirer.</p>
+
+<p>O, the Bible is the very book you need, anxious and inquiring soul! A
+dying soldier said to his mate: &quot;Comrade, give me a drop!&quot; The comrade
+shook up the canteen, and said: &quot;There isn't a drop of water in the
+canteen.&quot; &quot;Oh,&quot; said the dying soldier, &quot;that's not what I want; feel
+in my knapsack for my Bible,&quot; and his comrade found the Bible, and
+read him a few of the gracious promises, and the dying soldier said:
+&quot;Ah, that's what I want. There isn't anything like the Bible for a
+dying soldier, is there, my comrade?&quot; O blessed book while we live!
+Blessed book when we die!</p>
+
+<p>I remark, again, we must seek God through church ordinances. &quot;What,&quot;
+say you, &quot;can't a man be saved without going to church?&quot; I reply,
+there are men, I suppose, in glory, who have never seen a church: but
+the church is the ordained means by which we are to be brought to God;
+and if truth affects us when we are alone, it affects us more mightily
+when we are in the assembly&mdash;the feelings of others emphasizing our
+own feelings. The great law of sympathy comes into play, and a truth
+that would take hold only with the grasp of a sick man, beats mightily
+against the soul with a thousand heart-throbs.</p>
+
+<p>When you come into the religious circle, come only with one notion,
+and only for one purpose&mdash;to find the way to Christ. When I see people
+critical about sermons, and critical about tones of voice, and
+critical about sermonic delivery, they make me think of a man in
+prison. He is condemned to death, but an officer of the government
+brings a pardon and puts it through the wicket of the prison, and
+says: &quot;Here is your pardon. Come and get it.&quot; &quot;What! Do you expect me
+to take that pardon offered with such a voice as you have, with such
+an awkward manner as you have? I would rather die than so compromise
+my rhetorical notions!&quot; Ah, the man does not say that; he takes it! It
+is his life. He does not care how it is handed to him. And if, this
+morning, that pardon from the throne of God is offered to our souls,
+should we not seize it, regardless of all criticism, feeling that it
+is a matter of heaven or hell?</p>
+
+<p>But I come now to the last part of my text. It tells us when we are to
+seek the Lord. &quot;While He may be found.&quot; When is that? Old age? You may
+not see old age. To-morrow? You may not see to-morrow. To-night? You
+may not see to-night. Now! O if I could only write on every heart in
+three capital letters, that word N-O-W&mdash;Now!</p>
+
+<p>Sin is an awful disease. I hear people say with a toss of the head and
+with a trivial manner: &quot;Oh, yes, I'm a sinner.&quot; Sin is an awful
+disease. It is leprosy. It is dropsy. It is consumption. It is all
+moral disorders in one. Now you know there is a crisis in a disease.
+Perhaps you have had some illustration of it in your family. Sometimes
+the physician has called, and he has looked at the patient and said:
+&quot;That case was simple enough; but the crisis has passed. If you had
+called me yesterday, or this morning, I could have cured the patient.
+It is too late now; the crisis has passed.&quot; Just so it is in the
+spiritual treatment of the soul&mdash;there is a crisis. Before that, life!
+After that, death! O my dear brother, as you love your soul do not let
+the crisis pass unattended to!</p>
+
+<p>There are some here who can remember instances in life when, if they
+had bought a certain property, they would have become very rich. A few
+acres that would have cost them almost nothing were offered them.
+They refused them. Afterward a large village or city sprung up on
+those acres of ground, and they see what a mistake they made in not
+buying the property. There was an opportunity of getting it. It never
+came back again. And so it is in regard to a man's spiritual and
+eternal fortune. There is a chance; if you let that go, perhaps it
+never comes back. Certainly, that one never comes back.</p>
+
+<p>A gentleman told me that at the battle of Gettysburg he stood upon a
+height looking off upon the conflicting armies. He said it was the
+most exciting moment of his life; now one army seeming to triumph, and
+now the other. After awhile the host wheeled in such a way that he
+knew in five minutes the whole question would be decided. He said the
+emotion was almost unbearable. There is just such a time to-day with
+you, O impenitent soul!&mdash;the forces of light on the one side, and the
+siege-guns of hell on the other side, and in a few moments the matter
+will be settled for eternity.</p>
+
+<p>There is a time which mercy has set for leaving port. If you are on
+board before that, you will get a passage for heaven. If you are not
+on board, you miss your passage for heaven. As in law courts a case is
+sometimes adjourned from term to term, and from year to year till the
+bill of costs eats up the entire estate, so there are men who are
+adjourning the matter of religion from time to time, and from year to
+year, until heavenly bliss is the bill of costs the man will have to
+pay for it.</p>
+
+<p>Why defer this matter, oh, my dear hearer? Have you any idea that sin
+will wear out? that it will evaporate? that it will relax its grasp?
+that you may find religion as a man accidentally finds a lost
+pocket-book? Ah, no! No man ever became a Christian by accident, or by
+the relaxing of sin. The embarrassments are all the time increasing.
+The hosts of darkness are recruiting, and the longer you postpone this
+matter the steeper the path will become. I ask those men who are
+before me this morning, whether, in the ten or fifteen years they have
+passed in the postponement of these matters, they have come any nearer
+God or heaven?</p>
+
+<p>I would not be afraid to challenge this whole audience, so far as they
+may not have found the peace of the Gospel, in regard to the matter.
+Your hearts, you are willing frankly to tell me, are becoming harder
+and harder, and that if you come to Christ it will be more of an
+undertaking now than it ever would have been before. Oh, fly for
+refuge! The avenger of blood is on the track! The throne of judgment
+will soon be set; and, if you have anything to do toward your eternal
+salvation, you had better do it now, for the redemption of your soul
+is precious, and it ceaseth forever!</p>
+
+<p>Oh, if men could only catch just one glimpse of Christ, I know they
+would love Him! Your heart leaps at the sight of a glorious sunrise or
+sunset. Can you be without emotion as the Sun of Righteousness rises
+behind Calvary, and sets behind Joseph's sepulcher? He is a blessed
+Saviour! Every nation has its type of beauty. There is German beauty,
+and Swiss beauty, and Italian beauty, and English beauty; but I care
+not in what land a man first looks at Christ, he pronounces Him &quot;chief
+among ten thousand, and the One altogether lovely.&quot; O my blessed
+Jesus! Light in darkness! The Rock on which I build! The Captain of
+Salvation! My joy! My strength! How strange it is that men can not
+love Thee!</p>
+
+<p>The diamond districts of Brazil are carefully guarded, and a man does
+not get in there except by a pass from the government; but the love of
+Christ is a diamond district we may all enter, and pick up treasures
+for eternity. Oh, cry for mercy! &quot;To-day, if ye will hear His voice,
+harden not your hearts.&quot; There is a way of opposing the mercy of God
+too long, and then there remaineth no more sacrifice for sin, but a
+fearful looking for judgment and fiery indignation, which shall devour
+the adversary. My friends, my neighbors, what can I say to induce you
+to attend to this matter&mdash;to attend to it now? Time is flying,
+flying&mdash;the city clock joining my voice this moment, seeming to say to
+you, &quot;Now is the time! Now is the time!&quot; Oh, put it not off!</p>
+
+<p>Why should I stand here and plead, and you sit there? It is your
+immortal soul. It is a soul that shall never die. It is a soul that
+must soon appear before God for review. Why throw away your chance for
+heaven? Why plunge off into darkness when all the gates of glory are
+open? Why become a castaway from God when you can sit upon the throne?
+Why will ye die miserably when eternal life is offered you, and it
+will cost you nothing but just willingness to accept it? &quot;Come, for
+all things are now ready.&quot; Come, Christ is ready, pardon is ready! The
+Church is ready. Heaven is ready. You will never find a more
+convenient season, if you should live fifty years more, than this
+very one. Reject this, and you may die in your sins. Why do I say
+this? Is it to frighten your soul? Oh, no! It is to persuade you. I
+show you the peril. I show you the escape. Would I not be a coward
+beyond all excuse, if, believing that this great audience must soon be
+launched into the eternal world, and that all who believe in Christ
+shall be saved, and that all who reject Christ will be lost&mdash;would I
+not be the veriest coward on earth to hide that truth or to stand
+before you with a cold, or even a placid manner? My dear brethren, now
+is the day of your redemption.</p>
+
+<p>It is very certain that you and I must soon appear before God in
+judgment. We can not escape it. The Bible says: &quot;Every eye shall see
+Him, and they also which pierced Him, and all the kindreds of the
+earth shall wail because of Him.&quot; On that day all our advantages will
+come up for our glory or for our discomfiture&mdash;every prayer, every
+sermon, every exhortatory remark, every reproof, every call of grace;
+and while the heavens are rolling away like a scroll, and the world is
+being destroyed, your destiny and my destiny will be announced. Alas!
+alas! if on that day it is found that we have neglected these matters.
+We may throw them off now. We can not then. We will all be in earnest
+then. But no pardon then. No offer of salvation then. No rescue then.
+Driven away in our wickedness&mdash;banished, exiled, forever!</p>
+
+<p>Have you ever imagined what will be the soliloquy of the soul on that
+day unpardoned, as it looks back upon its past life? &quot;Oh,&quot; says the
+soul, &quot;I had glorious Sabbaths! There was one Sabbath in autumn when
+I was invited to Christ. There was a Sabbath morning when Jesus stood
+and spread out His arm and invited me to His holy heart. I refused
+Him. I have destroyed myself. I have no one else to blame. Ruin
+complete! Darkness unpitying, deep, eternal! I am lost!
+Notwithstanding all the opportunities I have had of being saved, I am
+lost! O Thou long-suffering Lord God Almighty, I am lost! O day of
+judgment, I am lost! O father, mother, brother, sister, child in
+glory, I am lost!&quot; And then as the tide goes out, your soul goes out
+with it&mdash;further from God, further from happiness, and I hear your
+voice fainter, and fainter, and fainter: &quot;Lost! Lost! Lost! Lost!
+Lost!&quot; O ye dying, yet immortal men, &quot;seek the Lord while He may be
+found.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>But I want you to take the hint of the text that I have no time to
+dwell on&mdash;the hint that there is a time when He can not be found.
+There is a man in New York, eighty years of age, who said to a
+clergyman who came in, &quot;Do you think that a man at eighty years of age
+can get pardoned?&quot; &quot;Oh, yes,&quot; said the clergyman. The old man said: &quot;I
+can't; when I was twenty years of age&mdash;I am now eighty years&mdash;the
+Spirit of God came to my soul, and I felt the importance of attending
+to these things, but I put it off. I rejected God, and since then I
+have had no feeling.&quot; &quot;Well,&quot; said the minister, &quot;wouldn't you like to
+have me pray with you?&quot; &quot;Yes,&quot; replied the old man, &quot;but it will do no
+good. You can pray with me if you like to.&quot; The minister knelt down
+and prayed, and commended the man's soul to God. It seemed to have no
+effect upon him. After awhile the last hour of the man's life came,
+and through his delirium a spark of intelligence seemed to flash, and
+with his last breath he said; &quot;I shall never be forgiven!&quot; &quot;O seek the
+Lord while He may be found.&quot;</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="the_great_assize" id="the_great_assize"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>THE GREAT ASSIZE.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0em; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Doctor Talmage's Sermon, Preached At Cork, Ireland,<br />
+Sunday Morning, Sept 6th, 1885.</p>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">&quot;When the Son of Man shall come in His glory, and all the holy
+ angels with Him, then shall He sit upon the throne of His
+ glory: and before Him shall be gathered all nations: and He
+ shall separate them one from another, as a shepherd divideth
+ his sheep from the goats.&quot;&mdash;
+<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Matthew</span> xxv: 31, 32.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>Half-way between Chamouny, Switzerland, and Martigny, I reined in the
+horse on which I was riding, and looked off upon the most wonderful
+natural amphitheater of valley and mountain and rock, and I said to my
+companion, &quot;What an appropriate place this would be for the last
+judgment. Yonder overhanging rock the place for the judgment seat.
+These galleries of surrounding hills occupied by attendant angels.
+This vast valley, sweeping miles this way and miles that, the
+audience-room for all nations.&quot; But sacred geography does not point
+out the place. Yet we know that somewhere, some time, somehow, an
+audience will be gathered together stupendous beyond all statistics,
+and just as certainly as you and I make up a part of this audience
+to-day, we will make up a part of that audience on that day.</p>
+
+<p>A common sense of justice in every man's heart demands that there
+shall be some great winding-up day, in which that which is now
+inexplicable shall be explained.</p>
+
+<p>Why did that good man suffer, and that bad man prosper? You say, &quot;I
+don't know, but I must know.&quot; Why is that good Christian woman dying
+of what is called a spider cancer, while that daughter of folly sits
+wrapped in luxury, ease, and health? You say, &quot;I don't know, but I
+must know.&quot; There are so many wrongs to be righted that if there were
+not some great righting-up day in the presence of all ages, there
+would be an outcry against God from which His glory would never
+recover. If God did not at last try the nations, the nations would try
+Him. We are, therefore, ready for the announcement of the text. The
+world never saw Christ except in disguise. If once when He was on
+earth He had let out His glory, instead of the blind eyes being
+healed, all visions would have been extinguished. No human eye could
+have endured it. And instead of bringing the dead to life, all around
+about him would have been the slain under that overpowering
+effulgence. Disguise of human flesh. Disguise of seamless robe.
+Disguise of sandal. Disguise of voice. From Bethlehem caravansary to
+mausoleum in the rock, a complete disguise.</p>
+
+<p>But on the day of which I speak the Son of Man will come in His glory.
+No hiding of luster. No sheathing of strength. No suppression of
+grandeur. No wrapping out of sight of the Godhead. Any fifty of the
+most brilliant sunsets that you ever saw on land or sea would be dim
+as compared with the cerulean appearance on that day when Christ
+rolls through, and rolls on, and rolls down in His glory. The air will
+be all abloom with His presence, and everything from horizon to
+horizon aflame with His splendor.</p>
+
+<p>Elijah rode up the sky-steep in a chariot, the wheels of whirling fire
+and the horses of galloping fire, and the charioteer drawing reins of
+fire on bits of fire; but Christ will need no such equipage, for the
+law of gravitation will be laid aside, and the natural elements will
+be laid aside, and Christ will descend swiftly enough to make speedy
+arrival, but slowly enough to allow the gaze of millions of
+spectators. In his glory! Glory of form, glory of omnipotence, glory
+of holiness, glory of justice, glory of love. In His glory! An
+unveiled, an uncovered God descending to meet the human race in an
+interview which will be prolonged only for a few hours, and yet which
+shall settle all the past and all the present and all the future, and
+be closed before the end of that day, which will close, not with
+setting sun, but with the destruction of the planet as a snuffers
+takes off the top of a burned wick.</p>
+
+<p>It is a solemn time in a court-room when there is an important case on
+hand, and the judge of the Supreme Court enters, and he sits down, and
+with gavel strikes on the desk commanding bar and jury and witnesses
+and audience into silence. All voices are hushed, all heads are
+uncovered. But how much more impressive when Christ shall take the
+judgment seat on the last day of the last week of the last month of
+the last year of the world's existence, and with gavel of thunder-bolt
+shall smite the mountains, commanding all the land and all the sea
+into silence.</p>
+
+<p>Can you have any doubt about who it is on the seat on the judgment
+day? Better make investigation, to see whether there are any scars
+about Him that reveal His person. Apparel may change. You can not
+always tell by apparel. But scars will tell the story after all else
+fails. I find under His left arm a scar, and on His right hand a scar,
+and on His left hand a scar, and on His right foot a scar, and on His
+left foot a scar. Oh, yes, He is the Son of Man in His glory. Every
+mark of wound now a badge of victory, every ridge showing the fearful
+gash now telling the story of pain and sacrifice which He suffered in
+behalf of the human race.</p>
+
+<p>But what is all that commotion and flutter, and surging to and fro
+above Him and on either side of Him? It is a detailed regiment of
+heaven, a constabulary angelic, sent forth to take part in that scene,
+and to execute the mandates that shall be issued. Ten regiments, a
+hundred regiments, a thousand regiments of angels; for on that day all
+heaven will be emptied of its inhabitants to let them attend the
+scene. All the holy angels. From what a center to what a
+circumference. Widening out and widening out, and higher up and higher
+up. Wings interlocking wings. Galleries of cloud above galleries of
+cloud, all filled with the faces of angels come to listen and come to
+watch, and come to help on that day for which all other days were
+made. Who are those two taller and more conspicuous angels? The one is
+Michael, who is the commander of all those who come out to destroy
+sin. The other is Gabriel, who is announced as commander of all those
+who come forth to help the righteous. Who is that mighty angel near
+the throne? That is the resurrection angel, his lips still aquiver and
+his cheek aflush with the blast that shattered the cemeteries and woke
+the dead. Who is that other great angel, with dark and overshadowing
+brow? That is the one who in one night, by one flap of his wing,
+turned one hundred and eighty-five thousand of Sennacherib's host into
+corpses.</p>
+
+<p>Who are those bright immortals near the throne, their faces partly
+turned toward each other as though about to sing? Oh, they are the
+Bethlehem chanters of the first Christmas night! Who are this other
+group standing so near the throne? They are the Saviour's especial
+bodyguard, which hovered over Him in the wilderness and administered
+to Him in the hour of martyrdom, and heaved away the rock of His
+sarcophagus, and escorted Him upward on Ascension Day, now
+appropriately escorting Him down. Divine glory flanked on both sides
+by angelic radiance.</p>
+
+<p>But now lower your eye from the divine and angelic to the human. The
+entire human race is present. All nations, says my text. Before that
+time the American Republic, the English Government, the French
+Republic, all modern modes of government may be obliterated for
+something better; but all nations, whether dead or alive, will be
+brought up into that assembly. Thebes and Tyre and Babylon and Greece
+and Rome as wide awake in that assembly as though they had never
+slumbered amid the dead nations. Europe, Asia, Africa, North and South
+America, and all the nineteenth century, the eighteenth century, the
+twelfth century, the tenth century, the fourth century&mdash;all centuries
+present. Not one being that ever drew the breath of life but will be
+in that assembly.</p>
+
+<p>No other audience a thousandth part as large. No other audience a
+millionth part as large. No human eye could look across it. Wing of
+albatross and falcon and eagle not strong enough to fly over it. A
+congregation, I verily believe, not assembled on any continent,
+because no continent would be large enough to hold it. But, as the
+Bible intimates, in the air. The law of gravitation unanchored, the
+world moved out of its place. As now sometimes on earth a great tent
+is spread for some great convention, so over that great audience of
+the judgment shall be lifted the blue canopy of the sky, and
+underneath it for floor the air made buoyant by the hand of Almighty
+God. An architecture of atmospheric galleries strong enough to hold up
+worlds. Surely the two arms of God's almightiness are two pillars
+strong enough to hold up any auditorium.</p>
+
+<p>But that audience is not to remain in session long. Most audiences on
+earth after an hour or two adjourn. Sometimes in court-rooms an
+audience will tarry four or five hours, but then it adjourns. So this
+audience spoken of in the text will adjourn. My text says, &quot;He will
+separate them one from another as a shepherd divideth the sheep from
+the goats.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No,&quot; says my Universalist friend, &quot;let them all stay together.&quot; But
+the text says, &quot;He shall separate them.&quot; &quot;No,&quot; say the kings of this
+world, &quot;let men have their choice, and if they prefer monarchical
+institutions, let them go together, and if they prefer republican
+institutions, let them go together.&quot; &quot;No,&quot; say the conventionalities
+of this world, &quot;let all those who moved in what are called high
+circles go together, and all those who on earth moved in low circles
+go together. The rich together, the poor together, the wise together,
+the ignorant together.&quot; Ah! no. Do you not notice in that assembly the
+king is without his scepter, and the soldier without his uniform, and
+the bishop without his pontifical ring, and the millionaire without
+his certificates of stock, and the convict without his chain, and the
+beggar without his rags, and the illiterate without his bad
+orthography, and all of us without any distinction of earthly
+inequality? So I take it from that as well as from my text that the
+mere accident of position in this world will do nothing toward
+deciding the questions of that very great day.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;He will separate them as a shepherd divideth the sheep from the
+goats.&quot; The sheep, the cleanliest of creatures, here made a symbol of
+those who have all their sins washed away in the fountain of redeeming
+mercy. The goat, one of the filthiest of creatures, here a type of
+those who in the last judgment will be found never to have had any
+divine ablution. Division according to character. Not only character
+outside, but character inside. Character of heart, character of
+choice, character of allegiance, character of affection, character
+inside as well as character outside.</p>
+
+<p>In many cases it will be a complete and immediate reversal of all
+earthly conditions. Some who in this world wore patched apparel will
+take on raiment lustrous as a summer noon. Some who occupied a palace
+will take a dungeon. Division regardless of all earthly caste, and
+some who were down will be up, and some who were up will be down. Oh,
+what a shattering of conventionalities! What an upheaval of all social
+rigidities, what a turning of the wheel of earthly condition, a
+thousand revolutions in a second! Division of all nations, of all
+ages, not by the figure 9, nor the figure 8, nor the figure 7, nor the
+figure 6, nor the figure 5, nor the figure 4; but by the figure 2.</p>
+
+<p>Two! Two characters, two destinies, two estates, two dominions, two
+eternities, a tremendous, an all-comprehensive, an all-decisive, and
+everlasting two!</p>
+
+<p>I sometimes think that the figure of the book that shall be opened
+allows us to forget the thing signified by the symbol. Where is the
+book-binder that could make a volume large enough to contain the names
+of all the people who have ever lived? Besides that, the calling of
+such a roll would take more than fifty years, more than a hundred
+years, and the judgment is to be consummated in less time than passes
+between sunrise and sunset. Ah! my friends, the leaves of that book of
+judgment are not made out of paper, but of memory. One leaf in every
+human heart. You have known persons who were near drowning, but they
+were afterward resuscitated, and they have told you that in the two or
+three minutes between the accident and the resuscitation, all their
+past life flashed before them&mdash;all they had ever thought, all they had
+ever done, all they had ever seen, in an instant came to them. The
+memory never loses anything. It is only a folded leaf. It is only a
+closed book.</p>
+
+<p>Though you be an octogenarian, though you be a nonagenarian, all the
+thoughts and acts of your life are in your mind, whether you recall
+them now or not, just as Macaulay's history is in two volumes,
+although the volumes may be closed, and you can not see a word of
+them, and will not until they are opened. As in the case of the
+drowning man, the volume of memory was partly open, or the leaf partly
+unrolled; in the case of the judgment the entire book will be opened,
+so that everything will be displayed from preface to appendix.</p>
+
+<p>You have seen self-registering instruments which recorded how many
+revolutions they had made and what work they had done, so the
+manufacturer could come days after and look at the instrument and find
+just how many revolutions had been made, or how much work had been
+accomplished. So the human mind is a self-registering instrument, and
+it records all its past movements. Now that leaf, that
+all-comprehensive leaf in your mind and mine this moment, the leaf of
+judgment, brought out under the flash of the judgment throne, you can
+easily see how all the past of our lives in an instant will be seen.
+And so great and so resplendent will be the light of that throne that
+not only this leaf in my heart and that leaf in your heart will be
+revealed at a flash, but all the leaves will be opened, and you will
+read not only your own character and your own history, but the
+character and history of others.</p>
+
+<p>In a military encampment the bugle sounded in one way means one thing,
+and sounded in another way it means another thing. Bugle sounded in
+one way means, &quot;Prepare for sudden attack.&quot; Bugle sounded in another
+way means, &quot;To your tents, and let all the lights be put out.&quot; I have
+to tell you, my brother, that the trumpet of the Old Testament, the
+trumpet that was carried in the armies of olden times, and the trumpet
+on the walls in olden times, in the last great day will give
+significant reverberation. Old, worn-out, and exhausted Time, having
+marched across decades and centuries and ages, will halt, and the sun
+and the moon and the stars will halt with it. The trumpet! the
+trumpet!</p>
+
+<p>Peal the first: Under its power the sea will stretch itself out dead,
+the white foam on the lip, in its crystal sarcophagus, and the
+mountains will stagger and reel and stumble, and fall into the valleys
+never to rise. Under one puff of that last cyclone all the candles of
+the sky will be blown out. The trumpet! the trumpet!</p>
+
+<p>Peal the second: The alabaster halls of the air will be filled with
+those who will throng up from all the cemeteries of all the ages&mdash;from
+Greyfriar's Churchyard and Roman Catacomb, from Westminster Abbey and
+from the coral crypts of oceanic cave, and some will rend off the
+bandage of Egyptian mummy, and others will remove from their brow the
+garland of green sea-weed. From the north and the south and the east
+and the west they come. The dead! The trumpet! the trumpet!</p>
+
+<p>Peal the third: Amid surging clouds and the roar of attendant armies
+of heaven, the Lord comes through, and there are lightnings and
+thunder-bolts, and an earthquake, and a hallelujah, and a wailing. The
+trumpet! the trumpet!</p>
+
+<p>Peal the fourth: All the records of human life will be revealed. The
+leaf containing the pardoned sin, the leaf containing the unpardoned
+sin. Some clapping hands with joy, some grinding their teeth with
+rage, and all the forgotten past becomes a vivid present. The trumpet!
+the trumpet!</p>
+
+<p>Peal the last: The audience breaks up. The great trial is ended. The
+high court of heaven adjourns. The audience hie themselves to their
+two termini. They rise, they rise! They sink, they sink! Then the blue
+tent of the sky will be lifted and folded up and put away. Then the
+auditorium of atmospheric galleries will be melted. Then the folded
+wings of attendant angels will be spread for upward flight. The fiery
+throne of judgment will become a dim and a vanishing cloud. The
+conflagration of divine and angelic magnificence will roll back and
+off. The day for which all other days are made has closed, and the
+world has burned down, and the last cinder has gone out, and an angel
+flying on errand from world to world will poise long enough over the
+dead earth to chant the funeral litany as he cries, &quot;Ashes to ashes!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>That judgment leaf in your heart I seize hold of this moment for
+cancellation. In your city halls the great book of mortgages has a
+large margin, so that when the mortgagor has paid the full amount to
+the mortgagee, the officer of the law comes, and he puts down on that
+margin the payment and the cancellation; and though that mortgage
+demanded vast thousands before, now it is null and void. So I have to
+tell you that that leaf in my heart and in your heart, that leaf of
+judgment, that all-comprehensive leaf, has a wide margin for
+cancellation.</p>
+
+<p>There is only one hand in all the universe that can touch that margin.
+That hand this moment lifted to make the record null and void forever.
+It may be a trembling hand, for it is a wounded hand, the nerves were
+cut and the muscles were lacerated. That record on that leaf was made
+in the black ink of condemnation; but if cancellation take place, it
+will be made in the red ink of sacrifice. O judgment-bound brother and
+sister! let Christ this moment bring to that record complete and
+glorious cancellation. This moment, in an outburst of impassioned
+prayer, ask for it. You think it is the fluttering of your heart. Oh,
+no! it is the fluttering of that leaf, that judgment leaf.</p>
+
+<p>I ask you not to take from your iron safe your last will and
+testament, but I ask for something of more importance than that. I ask
+you not to take from your private papers that letter so sacred that
+you have put it away from all human eyesight, but I ask you for
+something of more meaning than that. That leaf, that judgment leaf in
+my heart, that judgment leaf in your heart, which will decide our
+condition after this world shall have five thousand million years been
+swept out the heavens, an extinct planet, and time itself will be so
+long past that on the ocean of eternity it will seem only as now seems
+a ripple on the Atlantic.</p>
+
+<p>When the goats in vile herd start for the barren mountains of death,
+and the sheep in fleeces of snowy whiteness and bleating with joy move
+up the terraced hills to join the lambs already playing in the high
+pastures of celestial altitude, oh, may you and I be close by the
+Shepherd's crook! &quot;When the Son of Man shall come in His glory, and
+all the holy angels with Him, then shall He sit upon the throne of His
+glory; and before Him shall be gathered all nations; and He shall
+separate them one from another, as a shepherd divideth the sheep from
+the goats.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Oh, that leaf, that one leaf in my heart, that one leaf in your heart!
+That leaf of judgment! Oh, those two tremendous words at the last,
+&quot;Come!&quot; &quot;Go!&quot; As though the overhanging heavens were the cup of a
+great bell, and all the stars were welded into a silvery tongue and
+swung from side to side until it struck, &quot;Come!&quot; As though all the
+great guns of eternal disaster were discharged at once, and they
+boomed forth in one resounding cannonade of &quot;Go!&quot; Arithmetical sum in
+simple division. Eternity the dividend. The figure two the divisor.
+Your unalterable destiny the quotient.</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="the_road_to_the_city" id="the_road_to_the_city"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>THE ROAD TO THE CITY.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">
+&quot;And an highway shall be there, and a way, and it shall be
+ called the way of holiness; the unclean shall not pass over
+ it; but it shall be for those: the wayfaring men, though
+ fools, shall not err therein. No lion shall be there, nor any
+ ravenous beast shall go up thereon, it shall not be found
+ there; but the redeemed shall walk there; and the ransomed of
+ the Lord shall return, and come to Zion with songs and
+ everlasting joy upon their heads: they shall obtain joy and
+ gladness, and sorrow and sighing shall flee away.&quot;&mdash;
+<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Isaiah</span>
+ xxxv: 8-10.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>There are hundreds of people in this house this morning who want to
+find the right road. You sometimes see a person halting at cross
+roads, and you can tell by his looks that he wishes to ask a question
+as to what direction he had better take. And I stand in your presence
+this morning conscious of the fact that there are many of you here who
+realize that there are a thousand wrong roads, but only one right one;
+and I take it for granted that you have come in to ask which one it
+is. Here is one road that opens widely, but I have not much faith in
+it. There are a great many expensive toll-gates scattered all along
+that way. Indeed at every road you must pay in tears, or pay in
+genuflexions, or pay in flagellations. On that road, if you get
+through it at all, you have to pay your own way; and since this
+differs so much from what I have heard in regard to the right way, I
+believe it is the wrong way.</p>
+
+<p>Here is another road. On either side of it are houses of sinful
+entertainment, and invitations to come in, and dine and rest; but,
+from the looks of the people who stand on the piazza I am very certain
+that it is the wrong house and the wrong way. Here is another road. It
+is very beautiful and macadamized. The horses' hoofs clatter and ring,
+and they who ride over it spin along the highway, until suddenly they
+find that the road breaks over an embankment, and they try to halt,
+and they saw the bit in the mouth of the fiery steed, and cry &quot;Ho!
+ho!&quot; But it is too late, and&mdash;crash!&mdash;they go over the embankment. We
+shall turn, this morning, and see if we can not find a different kind
+of a road.</p>
+
+<p>You have heard of the Appian Way. It was three hundred and fifty miles
+long. It was twenty-four feet wide, and on either side the road was a
+path for foot passengers. It was made out of rocks cut in hexagonal
+shape and fitted together. What a road it must have been! Made of
+smooth, hard rock, three hundred and fifty miles long. No wonder that
+in the construction of it the treasures of a whole empire were
+exhausted. Because of invaders, and the elements, and time&mdash;the old
+conqueror who tears up a road as he goes over it&mdash;there is nothing
+left of that structure excepting a ruin. But I have this morning to
+tell you of a road built before the Appian Way, and yet it is as good
+as when first constructed. Millions of souls have gone over it.
+Millions more will come.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;The prophets and apostles, too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Pursued this road while here below;<br /></span>
+<span>We therefore will, without dismay<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Still walk in Christ, the good old way.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>&quot;An highway shall be there, and a way, and it shall be called the way
+of holiness; the unclean shall not pass over it; but it shall be for
+those: the wayfaring men, though fools, shall not err therein. No lion
+shall be there, nor any ravenous beast shall go up thereon, it shall
+not be found there; but the redeemed shall walk there; and the
+ransomed of the Lord shall return, and come to Zion with songs and
+everlasting joy upon their heads; they shall obtain joy and gladness,
+and sorrow and sighing shall flee away!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I. First, this road of the text is the King's highway. In the
+diligence you dash over the Bernard pass of the Alps, mile after mile,
+and there is not so much as a pebble to jar the wheels. You go over
+bridges which cross chasms that make you hold your breath; under
+projecting rock; along by dangerous precipices; through tunnels adrip
+with the meltings of the glaciers; and, perhaps for the first time,
+learn the majesty of a road built and supported by government
+authority. Well, my Lord the King decided to build a highway from
+earth to heaven. It should span all the chasms of human wretchedness;
+it should tunnel all the mountains of earthly difficulty; it should be
+wide enough and strong enough to hold fifty thousand millions of the
+human race, if so many of them should ever be born. It should be
+blasted out of the &quot;Rock of Ages,&quot; and cemented with the blood of the
+Cross, and be lifted amid the shouting of angels and the execration of
+devils.</p>
+
+<p>The King sent His Son to build that road. He put head and hand and
+heart to it, and, after the road was completed, waved His blistered
+hand over the way, crying, &quot;It is finished!&quot; Napoleon paid fifteen
+million francs for the building of the Simplon Road, that his cannon
+might go over for the devastation of Italy; but our King, at a greater
+expense, has built a road for a different purpose, that the banners of
+heavenly dominion might come down over it, and all the redeemed of
+earth travel up over it.</p>
+
+<p>Being a King's highway, of course it is well built. Bridges splendidly
+arched and buttressed have given way and crushed the passengers who
+attempted to cross them. But Christ, the King, would build no such
+thing as that. The work done, He mounts the chariot of His love, and
+multitudes mount with Him, and He drives on and up the steep of heaven
+amid the plaudits of gazing worlds! The work is done&mdash;well
+done&mdash;gloriously done&mdash;magnificently done.</p>
+
+<p>II. Still further: this road spoken of is a clean road.</p>
+
+<p>Many a fine road has become miry and foul because it has not been
+properly cared for; but my text says the unclean shall not walk on
+this one. Room on either side to throw away your sins. Indeed, if you
+want to carry them along, you are not on the right road. That bridge
+will break, those overhanging rocks will fall, the night will come
+down, leaving you at the mercy of the mountain bandits, and at the
+very next turn of the road you will perish. But if you are really on
+this clean road of which I have been speaking, then you will stop
+ever and anon to wash in the water that stands in the basin of the
+eternal rock. Ay, at almost every step of the journey you will be
+crying out: &quot;Create within me a clean heart!&quot; If you have no such
+aspirations as that, it proves that you have mistaken your way; and if
+you will only look up and see the finger-board above your head, you
+may read upon it the words: &quot;There is a way that seemeth right unto a
+man, but the end thereof is death.&quot; Without holiness no man shall see
+the Lord; and if you have any idea that you can carry along your sins,
+your lusts, your worldliness, and yet get to the end of the Christian
+race, you are so awfully mistaken that, in the name of God, this
+morning I shatter the delusion.</p>
+
+<p>III. Still further, the road spoken of is a plain road. &quot;The wayfaring
+men, though fools, shall not err therein.&quot; That is, if a man is three
+fourths an idiot, he can find this road just as well as if he were a
+philosopher. The imbecile boy, the laughing-stock of the street, and
+followed by a mob hooting at him, has only just to knock once at the
+gate of heaven, and it swings open: while there has been many a man
+who can lecture about pneumatics, and chemistry, and tell the story of
+Farraday's theory of electrical polarization, and yet has been shut
+out of heaven. There has been many a man who stood in an observatory
+and swept the heavens with his telescope, and yet has not been able to
+see the Morning Star. Many a man has been familiar with all the higher
+branches of mathematics, and yet could not do the simple sum, &quot;What
+shall it profit a man if he gain the whole world and lose his own
+soul?&quot; Many a man has been a fine reader of tragedies and poems, and
+yet could not &quot;read his title clear to mansions in the skies.&quot; Many a
+man has botanized across the continent, and yet not know the &quot;Rose of
+Sharon and the Lily of the Valley.&quot; But if one shall come in the right
+spirit, crying the way to heaven, he will find it a plain way. The
+pardon is plain. The peace is plain. Everything is plain.</p>
+
+<p>He who tries to get on the road to heaven through the New Testament
+teaching will get on beautifully. He who goes through philosophical
+discussion will not get on at all. Christ says: &quot;Come to Me, and I
+will take all your sins away, and I will take all your troubles away.&quot;
+Now what is the use of my discussing it any more? Is not that plain?
+If you wanted to go to Albany, and I pointed you out a highway
+thoroughly laid out, would I be wise in detaining you by a geological
+discussion about the gravel you will pass over, or a physiological
+discussion about the muscles you will have to bring into play? No.
+After this Bible has pointed you the way to heaven, is it wise for me
+to detain you with any discussion about the nature of the human will,
+or whether the atonement is limited or unlimited? There is the
+road&mdash;go on it. It is a plain way.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;This is a faithful saying, and worthy of all acceptation, that Christ
+Jesus came into the world to save sinners.&quot; And that is you and that
+is me. Any little child here can understand this as well as I can.
+&quot;Unless you become as a little child, you can not see the kingdom of
+God.&quot; If you are saved, it will not be as a philosopher, it will be as
+a little child. &quot;Of such is the kingdom of Heaven.&quot; Unless you get
+the spirit of little children, you will never come out at their
+glorious destiny.</p>
+
+<p>IV. Still further: this road to heaven is a safe road. Sometimes the
+traveler in those ancient highways would think himself perfectly
+secure, not knowing there was a lion by the way, burying his head deep
+between his paws, and then, when the right moment came, under the
+fearful spring the man's life was gone, and there was a mauled carcass
+by the roadside. But, says my text, &quot;No lion shall be there.&quot; I wish I
+could make you feel, this morning, your entire security. I tell you
+plainly that one minute after a man has become a child of God, he is
+as safe as though he had been ten thousand years in heaven. He may
+slip, he may slide, he may stumble; but he can not be destroyed. Kept
+by the power of God, through faith, unto complete salvation.
+Everlastingly safe.</p>
+
+<p>The severest trial to which you can subject a Christian man is to kill
+him, and that is glory. In other words, the worst thing that can
+happen a child of God is heaven. The body is only the old slippers
+that he throws aside just before putting on the sandals of light. His
+soul, you can not hurt it. No fires can consume it. No floods can
+drown it. No devils can capture it.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;Firm and unmoved are they<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who rest their souls on God;<br /></span>
+<span>Fixed as the ground where David stood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or where the ark abode.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>His soul is safe. His reputation is safe. Everything is safe. &quot;But,&quot;
+you say, &quot;suppose his store burns up?&quot; Why, then, it will be only a
+change of investments from earthly to heavenly securities. &quot;But,&quot; you
+say, &quot;suppose his name goes down under the hoof of scorn and
+contempt?&quot; The name will be so much brighter in glory. &quot;Suppose his
+physical health fails?&quot; God will pour into him the floods of
+everlasting health, and it will not make any difference. Earthly
+subtraction is heavenly addition. The tears of earth are the crystals
+of heaven. As they take rags and tatters and put them through the
+paper-mill, and they come out beautiful white sheets of paper, so,
+often, the rags of earthly destitution, under the cylinders of death,
+come out a white scroll upon which shall be written eternal
+emancipation.</p>
+
+<p>There was one passage of Scripture, the force of which I never
+understood until one day at Chamounix, with Mont Blanc on one side,
+and Montanvent on the other, I opened my Bible and read: &quot;As the
+mountains are around about Jerusalem, so the Lord is around about them
+that fear Him.&quot; The surroundings were an omnipotent commentary.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;Though troubles assail, and dangers affright;<br /></span>
+<span>Though friends should all fail, and foes all unite;<br /></span>
+<span>Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide,<br /></span>
+<span>The Scriptures assure us the Lord will provide.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>V. Still further: the road spoken of is a pleasant road. God gives a
+bond of indemnity against all evil to every man that treads it. &quot;All
+things work together for good to those who love God.&quot; No weapon formed
+against them can prosper. That is the bond, signed, sealed, and
+delivered by the President of the whole universe. What is the use of
+your fretting, O child of God, about food? &quot;Behold the fowls of the
+air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns;
+yet your heavenly Father feedeth them.&quot; And will He take care of the
+sparrow, will He take care of the hawk, and let you die? What is the
+use of your fretting about clothes? &quot;Consider the lilies of the field.
+Shall He not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?&quot; What is the
+use worrying for fear something will happen to your home? &quot;He blesseth
+the habitation of the just.&quot; What is the use of your fretting lest you
+will be overcome of temptations? &quot;God is faithful, who will not suffer
+you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation
+also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>O this King's highway! Trees of life on either side, bending over
+until their branches interlock and drop midway their fruit and shade.
+Houses of entertainment on either side the road for poor pilgrims.
+Tables spread with a feast of good things, and walls adorned with
+apples of gold in pictures of silver. I start out on this King's
+highway, and I find a harper, and I say: &quot;What is your name?&quot; The
+harper makes no response, but leaves me to guess, as, with his eyes
+toward heaven and his hand upon the trembling strings this tune comes
+rippling on the air: &quot;The Lord is my light and my salvation. Whom
+shall I fear? The Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be
+afraid?&quot; I go a little further on the same road and meet a trumpeter
+of heaven, and I say: &quot;Haven't you got some music for a tired
+pilgrim?&quot; And wiping his lip and taking a long breath, he puts his
+mouth to the trumpet and pours forth this strain: &quot;They shall hunger
+no more, neither shall they thirst any more, neither shall the sun
+light on them, nor any heat, for the Lamb which is in the midst of the
+throne shall lead them to living fountains of water, and God shall
+wipe away all tears from their eyes.&quot; I go a little distance further
+on the same road, and I meet a maiden of Israel. She has no harp, but
+she has cymbals. They look as if they had rusted from sea-spray; and I
+say to the maiden of Israel: &quot;Have you no song for a tired pilgrim?&quot;
+And like the clang of victors' shields the cymbals clap as Miriam
+begins to discourse: &quot;Sing ye to the Lord, for He hath triumphed
+gloriously; the horse and the rider hath He thrown into the sea.&quot; And
+then I see a white-robed group. They come bounding toward me, and I
+say: &quot;Who are they? The happiest, and the brightest, and the fairest
+in all heaven&mdash;who are they?&quot; And the answer comes: &quot;These are they
+who came out of great tribulations, and had their robes washed and
+made white with the blood of the Lamb.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I pursue this subject only one step further. What is the terminus? I
+do not care how fine a road you may put me on, I want to know where it
+comes out. My text declares it: &quot;The redeemed of the Lord come to
+Zion.&quot; You know what Zion was. That was the King's palace. It was a
+mountain fastness. It was impregnable. And so heaven is the fastness
+of the universe. No howitzer has long enough range to shell those
+towers. Let all the batteries of earth and hell blaze away; they can
+not break in those gates. Gibraltar was taken, Sebastopol was taken,
+Babylon fell; but these walls of heaven shall never surrender either
+to human or Satanic besiegement. The Lord God Almighty is the defense
+of it. Great capital of the universe! Terminus of the King's highway!</p>
+
+<p>Doctor Dick said that, among other things, he thought in heaven we
+should study chemistry, and geometry, and conic sections. Southey
+thought that in heaven he would have the pleasure of seeing Chaucer
+and Shakespeare. Now, Doctor Dick may have his mathematics for all
+eternity, and Southey his Shakespeare. Give me Christ and my old
+friends&mdash;that is all the heaven I want, that is heaven enough for me.
+O garden of light, whose leaves never wither, and whose fruits never
+fail! O banquet of God, whose sweetness never palls the taste, and
+whose guests are kings forever! O city of light, whose walls are
+salvation, and whose gates are praise! O palace of rest, where God is
+the monarch and everlasting ages the length of His reign! O song
+louder than the surf-beat of many waters, yet soft as the whisper of
+cherubim!</p>
+
+<p>O my heaven! When my last wound is healed, when the last heart-break
+is ended, when the last tear of earthly sorrow is wiped away, and when
+the redeemed of the Lord shall come to Zion, then let all the harpers
+take down their harps, and all the trumpeters take down their
+trumpets, and all across heaven there be chorus of morning stars,
+chorus of white-robed victors, chorus of martyrs from under the
+throne, chorus of ages, chorus of worlds, and there be but one song
+sung, and but one name spoken, and but one throne honored&mdash;that of
+Jesus only.</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="the_ransomless" id="the_ransomless"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>THE RANSOMLESS.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">
+&quot;Beware lest He take thee away with His stroke: then a great
+ransom can not deliver thee.&quot;&mdash;
+<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Job</span> xxxvi: 18.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>Trouble makes some men mad. It was so with Job. He had lost his
+property, he had lost his physical health, he had lost his dear
+children, and the losses had led to exasperation instead of any
+spiritual profit. I suppose that he was in the condition that many are
+now in who sit before me. There are those here whose fortunes have
+begun to flap their wings, as though to fly away. There is a hollow
+cough in some of your dwellings. There is a subtraction of comfort and
+happiness, and you feel disgusted with the world, and impatient with
+many events that are transpiring in your history, and you are in the
+condition in which Job was when the words of my text accosted him:
+&quot;Beware lest He take thee away with His stroke and then a ransom can
+not deliver thee.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I propose to show you that sometimes God suddenly removes from us our
+gospel opportunities, and that, when He has done so, our case is
+ransomless. &quot;Beware lest He take thee away with His stroke: then a
+great ransom can not deliver thee.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I. Sometimes the stroke comes in the removal of the intellect.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh,&quot; says some man, &quot;as long as I keep my mind I can afford to
+adjourn religion.&quot; But suppose you do not keep it? A fever, the
+hurling of a missile, the falling of a brick from a scaffolding, the
+accidental discharge of a gun&mdash;and your mind is gone. If you have ever
+been in an anatomical room, and have examined the human brain, you
+know what a delicate organ it is. And can it be possible that our
+eternity is dependent upon the healthy action of that which can be so
+easily destroyed?</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh,&quot; says some one, &quot;you don't know how strong a mind I have.&quot; I
+reply: Losses, accident, bereavement, and sickness may shipwreck the
+best physical or mental condition. There are those who have been ten
+years in lunatic asylums who had as good a mind as you. While they had
+their minds they neglected God, and when their intellect went, with it
+went their last opportunity for heaven. Now they are not responsible
+for what they do, or for what they say; but in the last day they will
+be held responsible for what they did when they were mentally well;
+and if, on that day, a soul should say: &quot;Oh, God, I was demented, and
+I had no responsibility,&quot; God will say: &quot;Yes, you were demented; but
+there were long years when you were not demented. That was your chance
+for heaven, and you missed it.&quot; Oh, better be, as the Scotch say, a
+little &quot;daft,&quot; nevertheless having grace in the heart; better be like
+poor Richard Hampson, the Cornish fool, whose biography has just
+appeared in England&mdash;a silly man he was, yet bringing souls to Jesus
+Christ by scores and scores&mdash;giving an account of his own conversion,
+when he said: &quot;The mob got after me, and I lost my hat, and climbed
+up by a meat-stand, in order that I might not be trampled under foot,
+and while I was there, my heart got on fire with love toward those who
+were chasing me, and, springing to my feet, I began to exhort and to
+pray.&quot; Oh, my God, let me be in the last, last day the Cornish fool,
+rather than have the best intellect God ever created unillumined by
+the Gospel of Jesus Christ!</p>
+
+<p>Consider what an uncertain possession you have in your intellect, when
+there are so many things around to destroy it; and beware, lest before
+you use it in making the religious choice, God takes it away with a
+stroke. I know a good many of my friends who are putting off religion
+until the last hour. They say when they get sick they will attend to
+it, but generally the intellect is beclouded; and oh; what a doleful
+thing it is to stand by a dying bed, and talk to a man about his soul,
+and feel, from what you see of the motion of his head, and the glare
+of his eye, and from what you hear of the jargon of his lips, that he
+does not understand what you are saying to him. I have stood beside
+the death-bed of a man who had lived a sinful life, and was as
+unprepared for eternity as it is possible for a man to be, and I tried
+to make him understand my pastoral errand; but all in vain. He could
+not understand it, and so he died.</p>
+
+<p>Oh! ye who are putting off until the sick hour preparation for
+eternity, let me tell you that in all probability, you will not be
+able in your last hour to attend to it at all. There are a great many
+people who say they will repent on the death-bed.</p>
+
+<p>I have no doubt there are many who have repented on the death-bed, but
+I think it is the exception. Albert Barnes, who was one of the coolest
+of men, and gave no rash statistics, said thus: that in a ministry of
+nearly half a century&mdash;he was over seventy when he went up to
+glory&mdash;he had known a great many people who said they repented on the
+dying bed, but, unexpectedly to themselves, got well; and he says, How
+many of those, do you suppose, who thought it was their dying bed, and
+who, after they repented on that dying bed, having got well, lived
+consistently, showing that it was real repentance, and not mock
+repentance&mdash;how many? not one! not one!</p>
+
+<p>II. Again: this stroke may come to you in the withdrawal of God's
+spirit.</p>
+
+<p>I see people before me who were, twenty years ago, serious about their
+souls. They are not now. They have no interest in what I am saying.
+They will never have any anxiety in what any minister of the Gospel
+says about their souls. Their time seems to have passed. I know a man,
+seventy-five years of age, who, in early life, became almost a
+Christian, but grieved away the spirit of God, and he has never
+thought earnestly since, and he can not be roused. I do not believe he
+will be roused until eternity flashes on his astonished vision.</p>
+
+<p>It does seem as if sometimes, in quite early life, the Holy Spirit
+moves upon a heart, and being grieved away and rejected, never comes
+back. You say that is all imaginary? A letter, the address of which I
+will not give, dated last Monday morning, came to me on Tuesday,
+saying this: &quot;Your sermon last night (that is, last Sabbath night)
+did not fit my case, although I believe it did all others in the
+Academy; but your sermon of a week ago did fit my case, for I am 'past
+feeling.' I am not ashamed to be a Christian. I would as soon be known
+to be a Christian as anything else. Indeed, I wish I was, but I have
+not the least power to become one. Don't you know that with some
+persons there is a tide in their spiritual natures which, if taken at
+the flood, leads on to salvation? Such a tide I felt two years ago. I
+want you to pray for me, not that I may be led to Christ&mdash;for that
+prayer would not be answered&mdash;but that I may be kept from the
+temptation to suicide!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>What I had to say to the author of that I said in a private letter;
+but what I have to say to this audience is: Beware lest you grieve the
+Holy Ghost, and He be gone, and never return. Next Wednesday, at two
+or three o'clock, a Cunard steamer will put out from Jersey City wharf
+for Liverpool. After it has gone one hour, and the vessel is down by
+the Narrows, or beyond, go out on the Jersey City wharf, and wave your
+hand, and shout, and ask that steamer to come back to the wharf. Will
+it? Yes, sooner than the Holy Ghost will come back when once He has
+taken his final flight from thy soul. With that Holy Spirit some of
+you have been in treaty, my dear friends.</p>
+
+<p>The Holy Spirit said: &quot;Come, come to Christ.&quot; You said: &quot;No, I won't.&quot;
+The Spirit said, more importunately: &quot;Come to Christ.&quot; You said:
+&quot;Well, I will after awhile, when I get my business fixed up; when my
+friends consent to my coming; when they won't laugh at me&mdash;then I'll
+come.&quot; But the Holy Spirit more emphatically said: &quot;Come now.&quot; You
+said: &quot;No, I can't. I can't come now.&quot; And that Holy Spirit stands in
+your heart to-night, with His hand on the door of your soul, ready to
+come out. Will you let Him depart? If so, then, with a pen of light,
+dipped in ink of eternal blackness, the sentence may be now writing:
+&quot;Ephraim is joined to his idols. Let him alone! Let him alone!&quot; When
+that fatal record is made, you might as well brace yourselves up
+against the sorrows of the last day, against the anguish of an
+unforgiven death-bed, against the flame and the overthrow of an undone
+eternity; for though you might live thirty years after that in the
+world, your fate would be as certain as though you had already entered
+the gates of darkness. That is the dead line. Look out how you cross
+it!</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;'There is a line by us unseen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That crosses every path;<br /></span>
+<span>The hidden boundary between<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">God's patience and His wrath.'&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>And some of you, to-night, have come up to that line. Ay, you have
+lifted your foot, and when you put it down, it will be on the other
+side! Look out how you cross it! Oh, grieve not the Spirit of God,
+lest He never come back!</p>
+
+<p>III. This fatal stroke spoken of in the text may be our exit from this
+world. I hear aged people sometimes saying: &quot;I can't live much
+longer.&quot; But do you know the fact that there are a hundred young
+people and middle-aged people who go out of this life to one aged
+person, for the simple reason that there are not many aged people to
+leave life? The aged seem to stand around like stalks&mdash;separate stalks
+of wheat at the corner of the field; but when death goes a-mowing, he
+likes to go down amid the thick of the harvest. What is more to the
+point: a man's going out of this world is never in the way he
+expects&mdash;it is never at the time he expects. The moment of leaving
+this world is always a surprise. If you expect to go in the winter, it
+may be in the summer; if in the summer, it may be in the winter; if in
+the night, it maybe in the day-time; if you think to go in the
+day-time, it may be in the night. Suddenly the event will rush upon
+you, and you will be gone. Where? If a Christian&mdash;into joy. If not a
+Christian&mdash;into suffering.</p>
+
+<p>The Gospel call stops outside of the door of the sepulcher. The
+sleeper within can not hear it. If that call should be sounded out
+with clarion voice louder than ever rang through the air, that sleeper
+could not hear it. I suppose every hour of the day, and now, while I
+am speaking, there are souls rushing into eternity unprepared. They
+slide from the pillow, or they slip from the pavement, and in an
+eye-twinkling they are gone. Elegant and eloquent funeral oration will
+not do them any good. Epitaph, cut on polished Scotch granite, will
+not do them any good. Wailing of beloved kindred can not call them
+back.</p>
+
+<p>But, says some one: &quot;I'll keep out of peril; I will not go on the sea,
+I will not go into battle&mdash;I'll keep out of all danger.&quot; That is no
+defense. Thousands of people, last night, on their couches, with the
+front door locked, and no armed assassin anywhere around, surrounded
+by all defended circumstances, slipped out of this life into the
+next. If time had been on one side of the shuttle and eternity on the
+other side of the shuttle, they could not have shot quicker across it.
+A man was saying: &quot;My father was lost at sea, and my grandfather, and
+my great-grandfather. Wasn't it strange?&quot; A man, talking to him, said:
+&quot;You ought never to venture on the sea, lest you, yourself, be lost at
+sea.&quot; The man turned to the other, and said: &quot;Where did your father
+die?&quot; He replied: &quot;In his bed.&quot; &quot;Where did your grandfather die?&quot; &quot;In
+his bed.&quot; &quot;Where did your great-grandfather die?&quot; &quot;In his bed.&quot;
+&quot;Then,&quot; he said, &quot;be careful, lest some night, while you are asleep on
+your couch, your time may come!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Death alone is sure. Suddenly, you and I will go out of life. I am not
+saying anything to your soul that I am not going to say to my own
+soul. We have got to go suddenly out of this life. If I am prepared
+for that change, I do not care where my body is taken from&mdash;at what
+point I am taken out of this life. If I am ready, all is well. If I am
+not ready, though I might be at home, and though my loved ones might
+be standing around me, and though there might be the best surgical and
+medical ability in the room, I tell you, if I were not prepared, I
+would be frightened more than tongue can tell. It may seem like
+cowardice, but I am not ashamed to say that I should have the most
+indescribable horror about going out of this world if I thought I was
+unprepared for the next&mdash;if I had no Christ in my soul; for it would
+be a plunge compared with which a leap from the top of Mont Blanc
+would be nothing.</p>
+
+<p>But this brings me to the most tremendous thought of my text. The text
+supposes that a man goes into ruin, and that an effort is made
+afterward for his rescue, and then says the thing can not be done. Is
+that so? After death seizes upon that soul, is there no resurrection?
+If a man topples off the edge of life, is there nothing to break his
+fall? If an impenitent man goes overboard, are there no
+grappling-hooks to hoist him into safety? The text says distinctly:
+&quot;Then a great ransom can not deliver thee.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I know there are people who call themselves &quot;Restorationists,&quot; and
+they say a sinful man may go down into the world of the lost; he stays
+there until he gets reformed, and then comes up into the world of
+light and blessedness. It seems to me to be a most unreasonable
+doctrine&mdash;as though the world of darkness were a place where a man
+could get reformed. Is there anything in the society of the lost
+world&mdash;the abandoned and the wretched of God's universe&mdash;to elevate a
+man's character and lift him at last to heaven? Can we go into
+companionship of the Neroes and the Herods, and the Jim Fisks, and
+spend a certain number of years in that lost world, and then by that
+society be purified and lifted up? Is that the kind of society that
+reforms a man and prepares him for heaven? Would you go to Shreveport
+or Memphis, with the yellow fever there, to get your physical health
+restored? Can it be that a man may go down into the diseased world&mdash;a
+world overwhelmed by an epidemic of transgressions&mdash;and by that
+process, and in that atmosphere, be lifted up to health and glory?
+Your common sense says: &quot;No! no!&quot; In such society as that, instead of
+being restored, you would go down worse and worse, plunging every hour
+into deeper depths of suffering and darkness. What your common sense
+says the Bible reaffirms, when it says: &quot;These shall go away into
+three months of punishment.&quot; I have quoted it wrong. &quot;These shall go
+away into ten years of punishment.&quot; I have quoted it wrong. &quot;These
+shall go into a thousand years of punishment.&quot; I have quoted it wrong.
+&quot;These shall go into <i>everlasting</i> punishment.&quot; And now I have quoted
+it right; or, if you prefer, in the words of my text: &quot;Then a great
+ransom can not deliver thee.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Now just suppose that a spirit should come down from heaven and knock
+at the gates of woe and say: &quot;Let that man out! Let me come in and
+suffer in his stead. I will be the sacrifice. Let him come out.&quot; The
+grim jailer would reply: &quot;No, you don't know what a place this is, or
+you would not ask to come in; besides that, this man had full warning
+and full opportunity of escape. He did not take the warning, and now a
+great ransom shall not deliver him.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Sometimes men are sentenced to imprisonment for life. There comes
+another judge on the bench, there comes another governor in the chair,
+and in three or four years you find the man who was sentenced for life
+in the street. You say: &quot;I thought you were sentenced for life.&quot; &quot;Oh!&quot;
+he says, &quot;politics are changed, and I am now a free man.&quot; But it will
+not be so for a soul at the last. There will be no new judge or new
+governor. If at the end of a century a soul might come out, it would
+not be so bad. If at the end of a thousand years it might come out,
+it would not be so bad. If there were any time in all the future, in
+quadrillions and quadrillions of years, that the soul might come out,
+it would not be so bad; but if the Bible be true, it is a state of
+unending duration.</p>
+
+<p>Far on in the ages one lost soul shall cry out to another lost soul:
+&quot;How long have you been here?&quot; and the soul will reply: &quot;The years of
+my ruin are countless. I estimated the time for thousands of years;
+but what is the use of estimating when all these rolling cycles bring
+us no nearer the terminus.&quot; Ages! Ages! Ages! Eternity! Eternity!
+Eternity! The wrath to come! The wrath to come! The wrath to come! No
+medicine to cure that marasmus of the soul. No hammer to strike off
+the handcuff of that incarceration. No burglar's key to pick the locks
+which the Lord hath fastened. Sir Francis Newport, in his last moment,
+caught just one glimpse of that world. He had lived a sinful life.
+Before he went into the eternal world he looked into it. The last
+words he ever uttered were, as he gathered himself up on his elbows in
+the bed: &quot;Oh, the insufferable pangs of hell!&quot; The lost soul will cry
+out: &quot;I can not stand this! I can not stand this! Is there no way
+out?&quot; and the echo will answer: &quot;No way out.&quot; And the soul will cry:
+&quot;Is this forever?&quot; and the echo will answer: &quot;Forever!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Is it all true? &quot;These shall go away into everlasting punishment,
+while the righteous go into life eternal.&quot; Are there two destinies?
+and must all this audience share one or the other? Shall I give an
+account for what I have told you to-night? Have I held back any truth,
+though it were plain, though it were unpalatable? Must I meet you
+there, oh, you dying but immortal auditory? I wish that my text, with
+all its uplifted hands of warning, could come upon your souls: &quot;Beware
+lest He take thee away with His stroke: then a great ransom can not
+deliver thee.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Glory be to God, there is a ransom that can now deliver you, braver
+than Grace Darling putting out in a life-boat from Eddystone
+Light-house for the rescue of the crew of the Forfarshire
+steamer&mdash;Christ the Lord launched from heaven, amid the shouting of
+the angels. Thirty-three years afterward, Christ the Lord launched
+from earth to heaven, amid human and infernal execration; yet staying
+here long enough to save all who will believe in Him. Do you hear
+that? To save all who will believe in Him. Oh, that pierced side! Oh,
+that bleeding brow! Oh, that crushed foot! Oh, that broken heart! That
+is your hope, sinner. That is your ransom from sin, and death, and
+hell.</p>
+
+<p>Why have I told you all these things to-night, plainly and frankly? It
+is because I know there is redemption for you, and I would have you
+now come and get it. Oh, men and women long prayed for, and striven
+with, and coaxed of the mercy of God&mdash;have you concentrated all your
+physical, mental, and spiritual energies in one awful determination to
+be lost? Is there nothing in the value of your soul, in the
+graciousness of Christ, in the thunders of the last day, in the
+blazing glories of heaven, and the surging wrath of an undone eternity
+to start you out of your indifference, and make you pray? Oh, must God
+come upon you in some other way? Must He take another darling child
+from your household? Must He take another installment from your
+worldly estate? Must life come upon you with sorrow after sorrow, and
+smite you down with sickness before you will be moved, and before you
+will feel?</p>
+
+<p>Oh, weep now, while Jesus will count the tears! Sigh, now in
+repentance, while Jesus will hear the grief. Now clutch the cross of
+the Son of God before it be swept away. Beware, lest the Holy Spirit
+leave thy heart. Beware, lest this night thy soul be required of thee.
+&quot;Beware, lest he take thee away with His stroke: then a great ransom
+can not deliver thee.&quot; Oh, Lord God of Israel, see these impenitent
+souls on the verge of death ready to topple over! See them! Is there
+no help? Is this plea all in vain? I can not believe it, blessed God.
+Oh, thou mighty One, whose garments are red with the wine-press of
+Thine own sufferings, in the greatness of Thy strength ride through
+this audience, and may all this people fall into line, the willing
+captives of Thy grace. Men and women immortal! I lay hold of you
+to-night with both hands of entreaty and of prayer, and I beg of you,
+prepare for death, judgment, and eternity.</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="the_three_groups" id="the_three_groups"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>THE THREE GROUPS.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">&quot;And they sat down in ranks by hundreds and by
+fifties.&quot;&mdash;<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Mark</span>
+ vi: 40.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>The sun was far down in the west, night was coming on, and there were
+five thousand people tired, hungry, shelterless. You know how
+Washington felt at Valley Forge, when his army was starving and
+freezing. You may imagine how any great-hearted general would feel
+while his troops were suffering. Imagine, then, how Christ, with His
+great heart, must have felt as He saw these five thousand
+hunger-bitten people. Yes, I suppose there were ten thousand there,
+for the Bible says there were five thousand men, besides women and
+children. The case is put in that way, not because the women and
+children were of less importance than the men, but because they would
+eat less; and the whole force of the miracle turns on the amount of
+food required.</p>
+
+<p>How shall this great multitude be supplied? I see a selfish man in
+that crowd pulling a luncheon out of his own pocket, and saying: &quot;Let
+the people starve. They had no business to come out here in the desert
+without any provisions. They are improvident, and the improvident
+ought to suffer.&quot; There is another man, not quite so heartless, who
+says: &quot;Go up into the village and buy bread.&quot; What a foolish
+proposition! There is not enough food in all the village for this
+crowd; besides that, who has the money to pay for it? Xerxes' army,
+one million strong, was fed by a private individual of great wealth
+for only one day, but it broke him. Who, then, shall feed this
+multitude?</p>
+
+<p>I see a man rising in that great crowd and asking: &quot;Is there any one
+here who has bread or meat?&quot; A kind of moan goes through the whole
+throng. &quot;No bread&mdash;no meat.&quot; But just at that time a lad steps up. You
+know when a great crowd goes off upon an excursion, there are always
+men and boys to go along for the purpose of merchandise and to strike
+a bargain: and so, I suppose, this boy had gone along for the purpose
+of merchandise; but he was nearly all sold out, having only five
+loaves and two fishes left. He is a generous boy, and he turns them
+over to Christ.</p>
+
+<p>But these loaves would not feed twenty people, how much less ten
+thousand! Though the action was so generous on the part of the boy, so
+far as satisfying the multitude, it was a dead failure. Then Jesus
+comes to the rescue. He is apt to come when there is a dead lift. He
+commands the people that they sit down &quot;in ranks, by hundreds and by
+fifties,&quot; as much as to say: &quot;Order! order! so that none be missed.&quot;
+It was fortunate that that arrangement was made; otherwise, at the
+very first appearance of bread, the strong ones would have clutched
+it, while the feeble and the modest would have gone unsupplied.</p>
+
+<p>I suppose it was no easy work to get that crowd seated, for they all
+wanted to be in the front row, lest the bread give out before their
+turn come. No sooner are they seated than there comes a great hush
+over all the people. Jesus stands there, His light complexion and
+auburn locks illumined by the setting sun. Every eye is on Him. They
+wonder what He will do next. He takes one of the loaves that the boy
+furnished and breaks off it a piece, which immediately grows to as
+large a size as the original loaf, the original loaf staying as large
+as it was before the piece was broken off. And they leaned forward
+with intense scrutiny, saying: &quot;Look! look!&quot; When some one, anxious to
+see more minutely what is going on, rises in front, they cry: &quot;Sit
+down in front! Let us look for ourselves.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>And then, when the bread is passed around, they taste of it
+skeptically and inquiringly, as much as to say: &quot;Is it bread? Really,
+is it bread?&quot; Yes, the best bread that was ever made, for Christ made
+it. Bread for the first fifty and second fifty. Bread for the first
+hundred and the second hundred. Bread for the first thousand and the
+second thousand. Pass it all around the circle: there, where that aged
+man sits leaning on his staff, and where that woman sits with the
+child in her arms. Pass it all around. Are you all fed? &quot;Ay! ay!&quot;
+respond the ten thousand voices; &quot;all fed.&quot; One basket would have held
+the loaves before the miracle; it takes twelve baskets now. Sound it
+through all the ages of earth and heaven, that Christ the Lord comes
+to our suffering race with the bread of this life in one hand, and the
+bread of eternal life in the other hand.</p>
+
+<p>You have all immediately run out the analogy between that scene and
+this. There were thousands there; there are thousands here. They were
+in the desert; many of you are in the desert of trouble and sin. No
+human power could feed them; no human power can feed you. Christ
+appeared to them; Christ appears to you. Bread enough for all in the
+desert; bread enough for all who are here. And, as on that occasion,
+so in this: we have the people &quot;sit down in ranks by hundreds and by
+fifties;&quot; for the fact that many of you stand is no fault of ours, for
+we have tried to give you seats. As Christ divided that company into
+groups, so I divide this audience into three groups: the pardoned, the
+seeking, the careless.</p>
+
+<p>I. And, first, I speak to the pardoned.</p>
+
+<p>It is with some of you half past five in the morning, and some faint
+streaks of light. With others it is seven o'clock, and thus full dawn.
+With others it is twelve o'clock at noon, and you sit in full blaze of
+Gospel pardon. I bring you congratulation. Joseph delivered from
+Potiphar's dungeon; Daniel lifted from the lion's den; Saul arrested
+and unhorsed on the road to Damascus. Oh, you delivered captives, how
+your eyes should gleam, and your souls should bound, and your lips
+should sing in this pardon! From what land did you come? A land of
+darkness. What is to be your destiny? A land of light. Who got you
+out? Christ, the Lord. Can you sit so placidly and unmoved while all
+heaven comes to your soul with congratulation, and harps are strung,
+and crowns are lifted, and a great joy swings round the heavens at the
+news of your disinthrallment? If you could realize out of what a pit
+you have been dug, to what height you are to be raised, and to what
+glory you are destined, you would spring to your feet with &quot;Hosanna!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>In 1808 there was a meeting of the emperors of France and Russia at
+Erfurt. There were distinguished men there also from other lands. It
+was so arranged that when any of the emperors arrived at the door of
+the reception-room, the drum should beat three times; but when a
+lesser dignitary should come, then the drum would sound but twice.
+After awhile the people in the audience-chamber heard two taps of the
+drum. They said: &quot;A prince is coming.&quot; But after awhile there were
+three taps, and they cried: &quot;The emperor!&quot; Oh, there is a more
+glorious arrival at your soul to-night! The drum beats twice at the
+coming in of the lesser joys and congratulations of your soul; but it
+beats once, twice, thrice at the coming in of a glorious King&mdash;Jesus
+the Saviour, Jesus the God! I congratulate you. All are yours&mdash;things
+present and things to come.</p>
+
+<p>II. I come now to speak of the second division&mdash;those who are seeking;
+some of you with more earnestness, some of you with less earnestness.
+But I believe that to-night, if I should ask all those who wish to
+find the way to heaven to rise, and the world did not scoff at you,
+and your own proud heart did not keep you down, there would be a
+thousand souls who would cry out as they rose up: &quot;Show me the way to
+heaven!&quot; That young man who smiled to the one next to him, as though
+he cared for none of these things, would be on his knees crying for
+mercy. Why this anxious look? Why this deep disquietude in the soul?
+Why, at the beginning of this service, did you do what you have not
+done for years&mdash;bow your head in prayer? You are seeking.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I am a gambler,&quot; says one man. There is mercy for you. &quot;I am a
+libertine,&quot; says another. There is mercy for you. &quot;I have plunged into
+every abomination.&quot; Mercy for you. The door of grace does not stand
+ajar to-night, nor half swung around on the hinges. It is wide, wide
+open; and there is nothing in the Bible, or in Christ, or God, or
+earth, or heaven, or hell, to keep you out of the door of safety, if
+you want to go in. Christ has borne your burdens, fought your battles,
+suffered for your sins. The debt is paid, and the receipt is handed to
+you, written in the blood of the Son of God&mdash;will you have it? Oh,
+decide the matter now! Decide it here! Fling your exhausted soul down
+at the feet of an all-compassionate, all-sympathizing, all-pitying,
+all-pardoning Jesus. The laceration on His brow, the gash in His side,
+the torn muscles and nerves of His feet beg you to come.</p>
+
+<p>But remember that one inch outside the door of pardon, and you are in
+as much peril as though you were a thousand miles away. Many a
+shipwrecked sailor has got almost to the beach, but did not get on it.
+There are thousands in the world of the lost who came very near being
+saved&mdash;perhaps as near as you are to-night&mdash;but were not saved.</p>
+
+<p>On the eastern coast of England, a few weeks ago, in a
+fishing-village, there was a good deal of excitement. While people
+were in church, the sailors and fishermen hearing the Gospel on the
+Sabbath, there was a cry: &quot;To the beach!&quot; and the minister closed the
+Bible, and with his congregation went out to help, and they saw in the
+offing a ship in trouble; but there was some disorder amid the
+fishing-smacks, and amid all the boats, and it was almost impossible
+to get anything launched. But after awhile they did, and they pulled
+away for the wreck, and came almost up, when suddenly the distressed
+bark in the offing capsized, and they all went down. Oh, if the
+lifeboats had only been ten minutes quicker! And how many a life-boat
+has been launched from the Gospel shore! It has come almost up to the
+drowning, and yet, after all, they were not rescued. Somehow they did
+not get into it!</p>
+
+<p>I suppose there are people who have asked for our prayers, and I
+suppose there were some in the side room, last Sabbath night, talking
+about their souls, who will miss heaven. They do not take the last
+step, and all the other steps go for nothing until you have taken the
+last step, for I have here, in the presence of God and this people, to
+announce the solemn truth, that to be almost saved is to be lost
+forever. That is all I have to say to the second division.</p>
+
+<p>III. I come now to speak to the careless. You look indifferent, and I
+suppose you are indifferent. You say: &quot;I came in here because a friend
+invited me to see what is going on, but with no serious intentions
+about my soul. I have so much work, and so much pleasure on hand,
+don't bother me about religion.&quot; And yet you are gentlemanly, and you
+are lady-like, in your behavior, and, therefore, I know that you will
+listen respectfully if I talk courteously. Christian people are
+sometimes afraid to talk to men and women of the world lest they be
+insulted. If they talk courteously to people of the world, they will
+listen courteously. So now I try to come in that way, and in that
+spirit, and talk to those of you who tell me that you are careless
+about your soul.</p>
+
+<p>Then you have a soul, have you? Yes, precious, with infinite capacity
+for joy or suffering, winged for flight somewhere. Beckoned upward,
+beckoned downward. Fought after by angels and by fiends. Immortal!</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;The sun is but a spark of fire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A transient meteor in the sky:<br /></span>
+<span>The soul, immortal as its Sire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Can never die.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Your body will soon be taken down, the castle will be destroyed, the
+tower will be in the dust, the windows will be broken out, and the
+place where your body sleeps will be forgotten; but your soul, after
+that, will be living, acting, feeling, thinking&mdash;where? where? Oh,
+there must be something of incomputable worth in that for which heaven
+gave up its best inhabitant, and Christ went into martyrdom, and at
+the coming of which angels chant an eternal litany and devils rush to
+the gate. When everything above you, and beneath you, and around you,
+is intent upon that soul, you can not afford to be careless,
+especially when I think, this moment while I speak, there are
+thousands of souls in heaven rejoicing that they attended to this
+matter in time, while at this very instant there are souls in the lost
+world mourning that they did not attend to it in time. Hark to the
+howling of the damned!</p>
+
+<p>Oh, if this room could be vacated of this audience, and you were all
+gone, and the wan spirits of the lost could come up and occupy this
+place, and I could stand before them with offers of pardon through
+Jesus Christ, and then ask them if they would accept it, there would
+come up an instantaneous, multitudinous, overwhelming cry: &quot;Yes! yes!
+yes! yes!&quot; No such fortune for them. They had their day of grace, and
+sacrificed it. You have yours; will you sacrifice it? I wish that I
+could have you see these things as you will one day see them.</p>
+
+<p>Suppose, on your way home, a runaway horse should dash across the
+street, or between the dock and the boat you should accidentally slip,
+where would you be at twelve o'clock to-night or seven o'clock
+to-morrow morning? Or for all eternity where would you be? I do not
+answer the question. I just leave it to you to answer.</p>
+
+<p>But suppose you escape fatal accident. Suppose you go out by the
+ordinary process of sickness. I will just suppose now that your last
+hour has come. The doctor says, as he goes out of the room: &quot;Can't get
+well.&quot; There is something in the faces of those who stand around you
+that prophesies that you can not get well. You say within yourself: &quot;I
+can't get well.&quot; Where are your comrades now? Oh, they are off to the
+gay party that very night! They dance as well as they ever did. They
+drink as much wine. They laugh as loud as though you were not dying.
+They destroyed your soul, but do not come to help you die.</p>
+
+<p>Well, there are father and mother in the room. They are very quiet,
+but occasionally they go out into the next room and weep bitterly. The
+bed is very much disheveled. They have not been able to make it up
+for two or three days. There are four or five pillows lying around,
+because they have been trying to make you as easy as they could. On
+the one side of your bed are all the past years of your life&mdash;the
+Bibles, the sermons, the communion-tables, the offers of mercy. You
+say: &quot;Take them away.&quot; Your mother thinks you are delirious. She says:
+&quot;There is nothing there, my dear, nothing there.&quot; There is something
+there! It is your wasted opportunities. It is your procrastinations.
+It is those years you gave to the world that you ought to have given
+to Christ. They are there; and some of them put their fingers on your
+aching temples, and some of them feel for the strings of your heart,
+and some put more thorns in your tumbled pillow, and you say: &quot;Turn me
+over.&quot; And they turn you over, but, alas! there is a more appalling
+vision. You say: &quot;Take that away!&quot; They say: &quot;There is nothing there,
+nothing there.&quot; There is&mdash;an open grave there! the judgment is there!
+a lost eternity is there! Take it away! They can not take it away.</p>
+
+<p>You say: &quot;How dark it is getting in the room!&quot; Why, the burners are
+all lighted. Your family come up one by one, and tenderly kiss you
+good-bye. Your feet are cold, and the hands are cold, and the lips are
+cold, and they take a small mirror and they put it over your mouth to
+see if there is any breathing, and that mirror is taken away without a
+single blur upon it; and they whisper through the room: &quot;She is gone.&quot;
+And then the door of the body opens and the soul flashes out. Make
+room for the destroyed spirit.</p>
+
+<p>Push back that door! Lost! Let it come into its eternal residence.
+Woe! woe! No cup of merriment now, but cup of the wrath of Almighty
+God. The last chance for heaven gone. The door of mercy shut. The doom
+sealed. The blackness of darkness forever!</p>
+
+<p>Voltaire is there. Herod is there. Robespierre is there. The
+debauchees are there. The murderers are there. All the rejectors of
+Jesus Christ are there. And you will be there unless you repent. You
+can not say, my dear brother, that you were not warned. This sermon
+would be a witness against you. You can not say that God's Holy Spirit
+never strove with your heart. He is striving now. You can not say that
+you had no chance for heaven, for the Omnipotent Son of God offers you
+His rescue. You can not say: &quot;I had no warning about that world; I
+didn't know there was any such place,&quot; for the Bible distinctly rings
+in your ears to-day, saying: &quot;At the end of the world the angels shall
+separate the wicked from among the just, and shall cast them into a
+furnace of fire.&quot; And again that book says: &quot;The wicked shall be
+turned into hell, and all the nations that forget God.&quot; And again it
+says: &quot;The smoke of their torment ascendeth for ever and ever.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>You can not say that you did not hear about heaven, the other
+alternative, for you hear of it now: &quot;The Lamb which is in the midst
+of the throne shall lead them to living fountains of water, and God
+shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.&quot; No sorrow, no suffering,
+no death. Oh, will you be careless any longer, when I tell you that
+Christ, the Conqueror of earth and hell, offers you now escape from
+all peril, and offers to introduce you this very hour into the peace
+and pardon of the Gospel, preparing you for that good land? The sides
+of Calvary run blood for you. Jesus, who had not where to lay His
+head, offers you His heart as a pillow of rest. Christ offers with His
+own body to bridge over the chasm of death, saying: &quot;Walk over Me; I
+am the way.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>O suffering Jesus! the thief scoffed at Thee, and the malefactor spat
+on Thee, and the soldiers stabbed Thee; but these who sit before Thee
+to-day have no heart to do that. O Jesus! tell them of Thy love, tell
+them of Thy sympathy, tell them of the rewards Thou wilt give them in
+the better land. Groan again, O blessed Jesus! groan again, and
+perhaps when the rocks fall, their hard hearts may break.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;Nothing brought Him from above,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Nothing but redeeming love.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>The promise is all free, the path all clear. Come, Mary, and sit
+to-night at the feet of Jesus. Come, Bartimeus, and have your eyes
+opened. Come, O prodigal! and sit at thy father's table. Come, O you
+suffering, sinning, dying the soul! and find rest on the heart of
+Jesus. The Spirit and Bride say &quot;Come,&quot; and Churches militant and
+triumphant say &quot;Come,&quot; and all the voices of the past, mingling with
+all the voices of the future, in one great thunder of emphasis, bid
+you &quot;Come now!&quot; Are not those of you who are in the third class ready
+to pass over into the second division, and become seekers after
+Christ? Ay, are you not ready to pass over into the first division,
+and become the pardoned sons and daughters of the Lord Almighty? I
+can do no more than offer you, through Jesus Christ, peace on earth
+and everlasting residence in His presence.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;When God makes up His last account<br /></span>
+<span>Of natives in His holy mount,<br /></span>
+<span>'Twill be an honor to appear<br /></span>
+<span>As one new-born and nourished there.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Good-night! The Lord bless you! Go to your homes seeking after Christ.
+Sleep not until you have made your peace with God. Good-night&mdash;a deep,
+hearty, loving, Christian good-night!</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="the_insignificant" id="the_insignificant"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>THE INSIGNIFICANT.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">&quot;And she went, and came, and gleaned in the field after the
+ reapers: and her hap was to light on a part of the field
+ belonging unto Boaz, who was of the kindred of
+ Elimelech.&quot;&mdash;<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Ruth</span> ii: 3.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>The time that Ruth and Naomi arrive at Bethlehem is harvest-time. It
+was the custom when a sheaf fell from a load in the harvest-field for
+the reapers to refuse to gather it up: that was to be left for the
+poor who might happen to come along that way. If there were handfuls
+of grain scattered across the field after the main harvest had been
+reaped, instead of raking it, as farmers do now, it was, by the custom
+of the land, left in its place, so that the poor, coming along that
+way, might glean it and get their bread. But, you say, &quot;What is the
+use of all these harvest-fields to Ruth and Naomi? Naomi is too old
+and feeble to go out and toil in the sun; and can you expect that
+Ruth, the young and the beautiful, should tan her cheeks and blister
+her hands in the harvest-field?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Boaz owns a large farm, and he goes out to see the reapers gather in
+the grain. Coming there, right behind the swarthy, sun-browned
+reapers, he beholds a beautiful woman gleaning&mdash;a woman more fit to
+bend to a harp or sit upon a throne than to stoop among the sheaves.
+Ah, that was an eventful day!</p>
+
+<p>It was love at first sight. Boaz forms an attachment for the womanly
+gleaner&mdash;an attachment full of undying interest to the Church of God
+in all ages; while Ruth, with an ephah, or nearly a bushel of barley,
+goes home to Naomi to tell her the successes and adventures of the
+day. That Ruth, who left her native land of Moab in darkness, and
+traveled through an undying affection for her mother-in-law, is in the
+harvest-field of Boaz, is affianced to one of the best families in
+Judah, and becomes in after-time the ancestress of Jesus Christ, the
+Lord of glory! Out of so dark a night did there ever dawn so bright a
+morning?</p>
+
+<p>I. I learn, in the first place, from this subject how trouble develops
+character. It was bereavement, poverty, and exile that developed,
+illustrated, and announced to all ages the sublimity of Ruth's
+character. That is a very unfortunate man who has no trouble. It was
+sorrow that made John Bunyan the better dreamer, and Doctor Young the
+better poet, and O'Connell the better orator, and Bishop Hall the
+better preacher, and Havelock the better soldier, and Kitto the better
+encyclop&aelig;dist, and Ruth the better daughter-in-law.</p>
+
+<p>I once asked an aged man in regard to his pastor, who was a very
+brilliant man, &quot;Why is it that your pastor, so very brilliant, seems
+to have so little heart and tenderness in his sermons?&quot; &quot;Well,&quot; he
+replied, &quot;the reason is, our pastor has never had any trouble. When
+misfortune comes upon him, his style will be different.&quot; After awhile
+the Lord took a child out of that pastor's house; and though the
+preacher was just as brilliant as he was before, oh, the warmth, the
+tenderness of his discourses! The fact is, that trouble is a great
+educator. You see sometimes a musician sit down at an instrument, and
+his execution is cold and formal and unfeeling. The reason is that all
+his life he has been prospered. But let misfortune or bereavement come
+to that man, and he sits down at the instrument, and you discover the
+pathos in the first sweep of the keys.</p>
+
+<p>Misfortune and trials are great educators. A young doctor comes into a
+sick-room where there is a dying child. Perhaps he is very rough in
+his prescription, and very rough in his manner, and rough in the
+feeling of the pulse, and rough in his answer to the mother's anxious
+question; but years roll on, and there has been one dead in his own
+house; and now he comes into the sick-room, and with tearful eye he
+looks at the dying child, and he says, &quot;Oh, how this reminds me of my
+Charlie!&quot; Trouble, the great educator. Sorrow&mdash;I see its touch in the
+grandest painting; I hear its tremor in the sweetest song; I feel its
+power in the mightiest argument.</p>
+
+<p>Grecian mythology said that the fountain of Hippocrene was struck out
+by the foot of the winged horse Pegasus. I have often noticed in life
+that the brightest and most beautiful fountains of Christian comfort
+and spiritual life have been struck out by the iron-shod hoof of
+disaster and calamity. I see Daniel's courage best by the flash of
+Nebuchadnezzar's furnace. I see Paul's prowess best when I find him on
+the foundering ship under the glare of the lightning in the breakers
+of Melita. God crowns His children amid the howling of wild beasts and
+the chopping of blood-splashed guillotine and the crackling fires of
+martyrdom. It took the persecutions of Marcus Aurelius to develop
+Polycarp and Justin Martyr. It took the pope's bull and the cardinal's
+curse and the world's anathema to develop Martin Luther. It took all
+the hostilities against the Scotch Covenanters and the fury of Lord
+Claverhouse to develop James Renwick, and Andrew Melville, and Hugh
+McKail, the glorious martyrs of Scotch history. It took the stormy
+sea, and the December blast, and the desolate New England coast, and
+the war-whoop of savages, to show forth the prowess of the Pilgrim
+Fathers&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;When amid the storms they sung,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the stars heard, and the sea,<br /></span>
+<span>And the sounding aisles of the dim wood<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Rang to the anthems of the free.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>It took all our past national distresses, and it takes all our present
+national sorrows, to lift up our nation on that high career where it
+will march along after the foreign aristocracies that have mocked and
+the tyrannies that have jeered, shall be swept down under the
+omnipotent wrath of God, who hates despotism, and who, by the strength
+of His own red right arm, will make all men free. And so it is
+individually, and in the family, and in the Church, and in the world,
+that through darkness and storm and trouble men, women, churches,
+nations, are developed.</p>
+
+<p>II. Again, I see in my text the beauty of unfaltering friendship. I
+suppose there were plenty of friends for Naomi while she was in
+prosperity; but of all her acquaintances, how many were willing to
+trudge off with her toward Judah, when she had to make that lonely
+journey? One&mdash;the heroine of my text. One&mdash;absolutely one. I suppose
+when Naomi's husband was living, and they had plenty of money, and all
+things went well, they had a great many callers; but I suppose that
+after her husband died, and her property went, and she got old and
+poor, she was not troubled very much with callers. All the birds that
+sung in the bower while the sun shone have gone to their nests, now
+the night has fallen.</p>
+
+<p>Oh, these beautiful sun-flowers that spread out their color in the
+morning hour! but they are always asleep when the sun is going down!
+Job had plenty of friends when he was the richest man in Uz; but when
+his property went and the trials came, then there were none so much
+that pestered as Eliphaz the Temanite, and Bildad the Shuhite, and
+Zophar the Naamathite.</p>
+
+<p>Life often seems to be a mere game, where the successful player pulls
+down all the other men into his own lap. Let suspicions arise about a
+man's character, and he becomes like a bank in a panic, and all the
+imputations rush on him and break down in a day that character which
+in due time would have had strength to defend itself. There are
+reputations that have been half a century in building, which go down
+under some moral exposure, as a vast temple is consumed by the touch
+of a sulphurous match. A hog can uproot a century plant.</p>
+
+<p>In this world, so full of heartlessness and hypocrisy, how thrilling
+it is to find some friend as faithful in days of adversity as in days
+of prosperity! David had such a friend in Hushai; the Jews had such a
+friend in Mordecai, who never forgot their cause; Paul had such a
+friend in Onesiphorus, who visited him in jail; Christ had such in
+the Marys, who adhered to Him on the cross; Naomi had such a one in
+Ruth, who cried out: &quot;Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from
+following after thee; for whither thou goest, I will go; and where
+thou lodgest, I will lodge; thy people shall be my people, and thy God
+my God; where thou diest will I die, and there will I be buried: the
+Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>III. Again, I learn from this subject that paths which open in
+hardship and darkness often come out in places of joy. When Ruth
+started from Moab toward Jerusalem, to go along with her
+mother-in-law, I suppose the people said: &quot;Oh, what a foolish creature
+to go away from her father's house, to go off with a poor old woman
+toward the land of Judah! They won't live to get across the desert.
+They will be drowned in the sea, or the jackals of the wilderness will
+destroy them.&quot; It was a very dark morning when Ruth started off with
+Naomi; but behold her in my text in the harvest-field of Boaz, to be
+affianced to one of the lords of the land, and become one of the
+grandmothers of Jesus Christ, the Lord of glory. And so it often is
+that a path which often starts very darkly ends very brightly.</p>
+
+<p>When you started out for heaven, oh, how dark was the hour of
+conviction&mdash;how Sinai thundered, and devils tormented, and the
+darkness thickened! All the sins of your life pounced upon you, and it
+was the darkest hour you ever saw when you first found out your sins.
+After awhile you went into the harvest-field of God's mercy; you
+began to glean in the fields of divine promise, and you had more
+sheaves than you could carry, as the voice of God addressed you,
+saying: &quot;Blessed is the man whose transgressions are forgiven, and
+whose sins are covered.&quot; A very dark starting in conviction, a very
+bright ending in the pardon and the hope and the triumph of the
+Gospel!</p>
+
+<p>So, very often in our worldly business or in our spiritual career, we
+start off on a very dark path. We must go. The flesh may shrink back,
+but there is a voice within, or a voice from above, saying, &quot;You must
+go;&quot; and we have to drink the gall, and we have to carry the cross,
+and we have to traverse the desert and we are pounded and flailed of
+misrepresentation and abuse, and we have to urge our way through ten
+thousand obstacles that have been slain by our own right arm. We have
+to ford the river, we have to climb the mountain, we have to storm the
+castle; but, blessed be God, the day of rest and reward will come. On
+the tip-top of the captured battlements we will shout the victory; if
+not in this world, then in that world where there is no gall to drink,
+no burdens to carry, no battles to fight. How do I know it? Know it! I
+know it because God says so: &quot;They shall hunger no more, neither
+thirst any more, neither shall the sun light on them, nor any heat,
+for the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall lead them to
+living fountains of water, and God shall wipe all tears from their
+eyes.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>It was very hard for Noah to endure the scoffing of the people in his
+day, while he was trying to build the ark, and was every morning
+quizzed about his old boat that would never be of any practical use;
+but when the deluge came, and the tops of the mountains disappeared
+like the backs of sea-monsters, and the elements, lashed up in fury,
+clapped their hands over a drowned world, then Noah in the ark
+rejoiced in his own safety and in the safety of his family, and looked
+out on the wreck of a ruined earth.</p>
+
+<p>Christ, hounded of persecutors, denied a pillow, worse maltreated than
+the thieves on either side of the cross, human hate smacking its lips
+in satisfaction after it had been draining His last drop of blood, the
+sheeted dead bursting from the sepulchers at His crucifixion. Tell me,
+O Gethsemane and Golgotha! were there ever darker times than those?
+Like the booming of the midnight sea against the rock, the surges of
+Christ's anguish beat against the gates of eternity, to be echoed back
+by all the thrones of heaven and all the dungeons of hell. But the day
+of reward comes for Christ; all the pomp and dominion of this world
+are to be hung on His throne, uncrowned heads are to bow before Him on
+whose head are many crowns, and all the celestial worship is to come
+up at His feet, like the humming of the forest, like the rushing of
+the waters, like the thundering of the seas, while all heaven, rising
+on their thrones, beat time with their scepters: &quot;Hallelujah, for the
+Lord God omnipotent reigneth! Hallelujah, the kingdoms of this world
+have become the kingdoms of our Lord Jesus Christ!&quot;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;That song of love, now low and far,<br /></span>
+<span>Ere long shall swell from star to star;<br /></span>
+<span>That light, the breaking day which tips<br /></span>
+<span>The golden-spired Apocalypse.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>IV. Again, I learn from my subject that events which seem to be most
+insignificant may be momentous. Can you imagine anything more
+unimportant than the coming of a poor woman from Moab to Judah? Can
+you imagine anything more trivial than the fact that this Ruth just
+happened to alight&mdash;as they say&mdash;just happened to alight on that field
+of Boaz? Yet all ages, all generations, have an interest in the fact
+that she was to become an ancestor of the Lord Jesus Christ, and all
+nations and kingdoms must look at that one little incident with a
+thrill of unspeakable and eternal satisfaction. So it is in your
+history and in mine: events that you thought of no importance at all
+have been of very great moment. That casual conversation, that
+accidental meeting&mdash;you did not think of it again for a long while;
+but how it changed all the phase of your life!</p>
+
+<p>It seemed to be of no importance that Jubal invented rude instruments
+of music, calling them harp and organ; but they were the introduction
+of all the world's minstrelsy; and as you hear the vibration of a
+stringed instrument, even after the fingers have been taken away from
+it, so all music now of lute and drum and cornet is only the
+long-continued strains of Jubal's harp and Jubal's organ. It seemed to
+be a matter of very little importance that Tubal Cain learned the uses
+of copper and iron; but that rude foundry of ancient days has its echo
+in the rattle of Birmingham machinery, and the roar and bang of
+factories on the Merrimac.</p>
+
+<p>It seemed to be a matter of no importance that Luther found a Bible in
+a monastery; but as he opened that Bible, and the brass-bound lids
+fell back, they jarred everything, from the Vatican to the furthest
+convent in Germany, and the rustling of the wormed leaves was the
+sound of the wings of the angel of the Reformation. It seemed to be a
+matter of no importance that a woman, whose name has been forgotten,
+dropped a tract in the way of a very bad man by the name of Richard
+Baxter. He picked up the tract and read it, and it was the means of
+his salvation.</p>
+
+<p>In after-days that man wrote a book called &quot;The Call to the
+Unconverted,&quot; that was the means of bringing a multitude to God, among
+others Philip Doddridge. Philip Doddridge wrote a book called &quot;The
+Rise and Progress of Religion,&quot; which has brought thousands and tens
+of thousands into the kingdom of God, and among others the great
+Wilberforce. Wilberforce wrote a book called &quot;A Practical View of
+Christianity,&quot; which was the means of bringing a great multitude to
+Christ, among others Legh Richmond. Legh Richmond wrote a tract called
+&quot;The Dairyman's Daughter,&quot; which has been the means of the salvation
+of unconverted multitudes. And that tide of influence started from the
+fact that one Christian woman dropped a Christian tract in the way of
+Richard Baxter&mdash;the tide of influence rolling on through Richard
+Baxter, through Philip Doddridge, through the great Wilberforce,
+through Legh Richmond, on, on, on, forever, forever. So the
+insignificant events of this world seem, after all, to be most
+momentous. The fact that you came up that street or this street seemed
+to be of no importance to you, and the fact that you went inside of
+some church may seem to be a matter of very great insignificance to
+you, but you will find it the turning-point in your history.</p>
+
+<p>V. Again, I see in my subject an illustration of the beauty of female
+industry.</p>
+
+<p>Behold Ruth toiling in the harvest-field under the hot sun, or at noon
+taking plain bread with the reapers, or eating the parched corn which
+Boaz handed to her. The customs of society, of course, have changed,
+and without the hardships and exposure to which Ruth was subjected,
+every intelligent woman will find something to do.</p>
+
+<p>I know there is a sickly sentimentality on this subject. In some
+families there are persons of no practical service to the household or
+community; and though there are so many woes all around about them in
+the world, they spend their time languishing over a new pattern, or
+bursting into tears at midnight over the story of some lover who shot
+himself! They would not deign to look at Ruth carrying back the barley
+on her way home to her mother-in-law, Naomi. All this fastidiousness
+may seem to do very well while they are under the shelter of their
+father's house; but when the sharp winter of misfortune comes, what of
+these butterflies? Persons under indulgent parentage may get upon
+themselves habits of indolence; but when they come out into practical
+life their soul will recoil with disgust and chagrin. They will feel
+in their hearts what the poet so severely satirized when he said:</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;Folks are so awkward, things so impolite,<br /></span>
+<span>They're elegantly pained from morning until night.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Through that gate of indolence how many men and women have marched,
+useless on earth, to a destroyed eternity! Spinola said to Sir Horace
+Vere: &quot;Of what did your brother die?&quot; &quot;Of having nothing to do,&quot; was
+the answer. &quot;Ah!&quot; said Spinola, &quot;that's enough to kill any general of
+us.&quot; Oh! can it be possible in this world, where there is so much
+suffering to be alleviated, so much darkness to be enlightened, and so
+many burdens to be carried, that there is any person who cannot find
+anything to do?</p>
+
+<p>Madame de Sta&euml;l did a world of work in her time; and one day, while
+she was seated amid instruments of music, all of which she had
+mastered, and amid manuscript books which she had written, some one
+said to her: &quot;How do you find time to attend to all these things?&quot;
+&quot;Oh,&quot; she replied, &quot;these are not the things I am proud of. My chief
+boast is in the fact that I have seventeen trades, by any one of which
+I could make a livelihood if necessary.&quot; And if in secular spheres
+there is so much to be done, in spiritual work how vast the field! How
+many dying all around about us without one word of comfort! We want
+more Abigails, more Hannahs, more Rebeccas, more Marys, more Deborahs
+consecrated&mdash;body, mind, soul&mdash;to the Lord who bought them.</p>
+
+<p>VI. Once more I learn from my subject the value of gleaning.</p>
+
+<p>Ruth going into that harvest-field might have said: &quot;There is a straw,
+and there is a straw, but what is a straw? I can't get any barley for
+myself or my mother-in-law out of these separate straws.&quot; Not so said
+beautiful Ruth. She gathered two straws, and she put them together,
+and more straws, until she got enough to make a sheaf. Putting that
+down, she went and gathered more straws, until she had another sheaf,
+and another, and another, and another, and then she brought them all
+together, and she threshed them out, and she had an ephah of barley,
+nigh a bushel. Oh, that we might all be gleaners!</p>
+
+<p>Elihu Burritt learned many things while toiling in a blacksmith's
+shop. Abercrombie, the world-renowned philosopher, was a philosopher
+in Scotland, and he got his philosophy, or the chief part of it,
+while, as a physician, he was waiting for the door of the sick-room to
+open. Yet how many there are in this day who say they are so busy they
+have no time for mental or spiritual improvement; the great duties of
+life cross the field like strong reapers, and carry off all the hours,
+and there is only here and there a fragment left, that is not worth
+gleaning. Ah, my friends, you could go into the busiest day and
+busiest week of your life and find golden opportunities, which,
+gathered, might at last make a whole sheaf for the Lord's garner. It
+is the stray opportunities and the stray privileges which, taken up
+and bound together and beaten out, will at last fill you with much
+joy.</p>
+
+<p>There are a few moments left worth the gleaning. Now, Ruth, to the
+field! May each one have a measure full and running over! Oh, you
+gleaners, to the field! And if there be in your household an aged one
+or a sick relative that is not strong enough to come forth and toil in
+this field, then let Ruth take home to feeble Naomi this sheaf of
+gleaning: &quot;He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed,
+shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with
+him.&quot; May the Lord God of Ruth and Naomi be our portion forever!</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="the_three_rings" id="the_three_rings"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>THE THREE RINGS.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">&quot;Put a ring on his hand.&quot;&mdash;
+<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Luke</span> xv: 22.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>I will not rehearse the familiar story of the fast young man of the
+parable. You know what a splendid home he left. You know what a hard
+time he had. And you remember how after that season of vagabondage and
+prodigality he resolved to go and weep out his sorrows on the bosom of
+parental forgiveness. Well, there is great excitement one day in front
+of the door of the old farmhouse. The servants come rushing up and
+say: &quot;What's the matter? What <i>is</i> the matter?&quot; But before they quite
+arrive, the old man cries out: &quot;Put a ring on his hand.&quot; What a
+seeming absurdity! What can such a wretched mendicant as this fellow
+that is tramping on toward the house want with a ring? Oh, he is the
+prodigal son. No more tending of the swine-trough. No more longing for
+the pods of the carob-tree. No more blistered feet. Off with the rags!
+On with the robe! Out with the ring! Even so does God receive every
+one of us when we come back. There are gold rings, and pearl rings,
+and carnelian rings, and diamond rings; but the richest ring that ever
+flashed on the vision is that which our Father puts upon a forgiven
+soul.</p>
+
+<p>I know that the impression is abroad among some people that religion
+bemeans and belittles a man; that it takes all the sparkle out of his
+soul; that he has to exchange a roistering independence for an
+ecclesiastical strait-jacket. Not so. When a man becomes a Christian,
+he does not go down, he starts upward. Religion multiplies one by ten
+thousand. Nay, the multiplier is in infinity. It is not a blotting
+out&mdash;it is a polishing, it is an arborescence, it is an efflorescence,
+it is an irradiation. When a man comes into the kingdom of God he is
+not sent into a menial service, but the Lord God Almighty from the
+palaces of heaven calls upon the messenger angels that wait upon the
+throne to fly and &quot;put a ring on his hand.&quot; In Christ are the largest
+liberty, and brightest joy, and highest honor, and richest adornment.
+&quot;Put a ring on his hand.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I remark, in the first place, that when Christ receives a soul into
+His love, He puts upon him the ring of adoption. Eight or ten years
+ago, in my church in Philadelphia, there came the representative of
+the Howard Mission of New York. He brought with him eight or ten
+children of the street that he had picked up, and he was trying to
+find for them Christian homes; and as the little ones stood on the
+pulpit and sung, our hearts melted within us. At the close of the
+services a great-hearted wealthy man came up and said: &quot;I'll take this
+little bright-eyed girl, and I'll adopt her as one of my own
+children;&quot; and he took her by the hand, lifted her into his carriage,
+and went away.</p>
+
+<p>The next day, while we were in the church gathering up garments for
+the poor of New York, this little child came back with a bundle under
+her arm, and she said: &quot;There's my old dress; perhaps some of the
+poor children would like to have it,&quot; while she herself was in bright
+and beautiful array, and those who more immediately examined her said
+that she had a ring on her hand. It was a ring of adoption.</p>
+
+<p>There are a great many persons who pride themselves on their ancestry,
+and they glory over the royal blood that pours through their arteries.
+In their line there was a lord, or a duke, or a prime minister, or a
+king. But when the Lord, our Father, puts upon us the ring of His
+adoption, we become the children of the Ruler of all nations. &quot;Behold
+what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we should
+be called the sons of God.&quot; It matters not how poor our garments may
+be in this world, or how scant our bread, or how mean the hut we live
+in, if we have that ring of Christ's adoption upon our hand we are
+assured of eternal defenses.</p>
+
+<p>Adopted! Why, then, we are brothers and sisters to all the good of
+earth and heaven. We have the family name, the family dress, the
+family keys, the family wardrobe. The Father looks after us, robes us,
+defends us, blesses us. We have royal blood in our veins, and there
+are crowns in our line. If we are His children, then princes and
+princesses. It is only a question of time when we get our coronet.
+Adopted! Then we have the family secrets. &quot;The secret of the Lord is
+with them that fear Him.&quot; Adopted! Then we have the family
+inheritance, and in the day when our Father shall divide the riches of
+heaven we shall take our share of the mansions and palaces and
+temples. Henceforth let us boast no more of an earthly ancestry. The
+insignia of eternal glory is our coat of arms. This ring of adoption
+puts upon us all honor and all privilege. Now we can take the words of
+Charles Wesley, that prince of hymn-makers, and sing:</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;Come, let us join our friends above,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who have obtained the prize,<br /></span>
+<span>And on the eagle wings of love<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To joy celestial rise.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;Let all the saints terrestrial sing<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With those to glory gone;<br /></span>
+<span>For all the servants of our King,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In heaven and earth, are one.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>I have been told that when any of the members of any of the great
+secret societies of this country are in a distant city and are in any
+kind of trouble, and are set upon by enemies, they have only to give a
+certain signal and the members of that organization will flock around
+for defense. And when any man belongs to this great Christian
+brotherhood, if he gets in trouble, in trial, in persecution, in
+temptation, he has only to show this ring of Christ's adoption, and
+all the armed cohorts of heaven will come to his rescue.</p>
+
+<p>Still further, when Christ takes a soul into His love He puts upon it
+a marriage-ring. Now, that is not a whim of mine: &quot;And I will betroth
+thee unto Me forever; yea, I will betroth thee unto Me in
+righteousness, and in judgment, and in loving-kindness, and in
+mercies.&quot; (Hosea ii: 19.) At the wedding altar the bridegroom puts a
+ring upon the hand of the bride, signifying love and faithfulness.
+Trouble may come upon the household, and the carpets may go, the
+pictures may go, the piano may go, everything else may go&mdash;the last
+thing that goes is that marriage-ring, for it is considered sacred. In
+the burial hour it is withdrawn from the hand and kept in a casket,
+and sometimes the box is opened on an anniversary day, and as you look
+at that ring you see under its arch a long procession of precious
+memories. Within the golden circle of that ring there is room for a
+thousand sweet recollections to revolve, and you think of the great
+contrast between the hour when, at the close of the &quot;Wedding March,&quot;
+under the flashing lights and amid the aroma of orange-blossoms, you
+set that ring on the round finger of the plump hand, and that other
+hour when, at the close of the exhaustive watching, when you knew that
+the soul had fled, you took from the hand, which gave back no
+responsive clasp, from that emaciated finger, the ring that she had
+worn so long and worn so well.</p>
+
+<p>On some anniversary day you take up that ring, and you repolish it
+until all the old luster comes back, and you can see in it the flash
+of eyes that long ago ceased to weep. Oh, it is not an unmeaning thing
+when I tell you that when Christ receives a soul into His keeping He
+puts on it a marriage-ring. He endows you from that moment with all
+His wealth. You are one&mdash;Christ and the soul&mdash;one in sympathy, one in
+affection, one in hope.</p>
+
+<p>There is no power in earth or hell to effect a divorcement after
+Christ and the soul are united. Other kings have turned out their
+companions when they got weary of them, and sent them adrift from the
+palace gate. Ahasuerus banished Vashti; Napoleon forsook Josephine;
+but Christ is the husband that is true forever. Having loved you once,
+He loves you to the end. Did they not try to divorce Margaret, the
+Scotch girl, from Jesus? They said: &quot;You must give up your religion.&quot;
+She said: &quot;I can't give up my religion.&quot; And so they took her down to
+the beach of the sea, and they drove in a stake at low-water mark, and
+they fastened her to it, expecting that as the tide came up her faith
+would fail. The tide began to rise, and came up higher and higher, and
+to the girdle, and to the lip, and in the last moment, just as the
+wave was washing her soul into glory, she shouted the praises of
+Jesus.</p>
+
+<p>Oh, no, you can not separate a soul from Christ! It is an everlasting
+marriage. Battle and storm and darkness can not do it. Is it too much
+exultation for a man, who is but dust and ashes like myself, to cry
+out this morning: &quot;I am persuaded that neither height, nor depth, nor
+principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come,
+nor any other creature shall separate me from the love of God which is
+in Christ Jesus my Lord&quot;? Glory be to God that when Christ and the
+soul are married they are bound by a chain, a golden chain&mdash;if I might
+say so&mdash;a chain with one link, and that one link the golden ring of
+God's everlasting love.</p>
+
+<p>I go a step further, and tell you that when Christ receives a soul
+into His love He puts on him the ring of festivity. You know that it
+has been the custom in all ages to bestow rings on very happy
+occasions. There is nothing more appropriate for a birthday gift than
+a ring. You delight to bestow such a gift upon your children at such
+a time. It means joy, hilarity, festivity. Well, when this old man of
+the text wanted to tell how glad he was that his boy had got back, he
+expressed it in this way. Actually, before he ordered sandals to be
+put on his bare feet; before he ordered the fatted calf to be killed
+to appease the boy's hunger, he commanded: &quot;Put a ring on his hand.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Oh, it is a merry time when Christ and the soul are united! Joy of
+forgiveness! What a splendid thing it is to feel that all is right
+between me and God. What a glorious thing it is to have God just take
+up all the sins of my life and put them in one bundle, and then fling
+them into the depths of the sea, never to rise again, never to be
+talked of again. Pollution all gone. Darkness all illumined. God
+reconciled. The prodigal home. &quot;Put a ring on his hand.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Every day I find happy Christian people. I find some of them with no
+second coat, some of them in huts and tenement houses, not one earthly
+comfort afforded them; and yet they are as happy as happy can be. They
+sing &quot;Rock of Ages&quot; as no other people in the world sing it. They
+never wore any jewelry in their life but one gold ring, and that was
+the ring of God's undying affection. Oh, how happy religion makes us!
+Did it make you gloomy and sad? Did you go with your head cast down? I
+do not think you got religion, my brother. That is not the effect of
+religion. True religion is a joy. &quot;Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
+and all her paths are peace.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Why, religion lightens all our burdens. It smooths all our way. It
+interprets all our sorrows. It changes the jar of earthly discord for
+the peal of festal bells. In front of the flaming furnace of trial it
+sets the forge on which scepters are hammered out. Would you not like
+to-day to come up from the swine-feeding and try this religion? All
+the joys of heaven would come out and meet you, and God would cry from
+the throne: &quot;Put a ring on his hand.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>You are not happy. I see it. There is no peace, and sometimes you
+laugh when you feel a great deal more like crying. The world is a
+cheat. It first wears you down with its follies, then it kicks you out
+into darkness. It comes back from the massacre of a million souls to
+attempt the destruction of your soul to-day. No peace out of God, but
+here is the fountain that can slake the thirst. Here is the harbor
+where you can drop safe anchorage.</p>
+
+<p>Would you not like, I ask you&mdash;not perfunctorily, but as one brother
+might talk to another&mdash;would you not like to have a pillow of rest to
+put your head on? And would you not like, when you retire at night, to
+feel that all is well, whether you wake up to-morrow morning at six
+o'clock, or sleep the sleep that knows no waking? Would you not like
+to exchange this awful uncertainty about the future for a glorious
+assurance of heaven? Accept of the Lord Jesus to-day, and all is well.
+If on your way home some peril should cross the street and dash your
+life out, it would not hurt you. You would rise up immediately. You
+would stand in the celestial streets. You would be amid the great
+throng that forever worship and are forever happy. If this day some
+sudden disease should come upon you, it would not frighten you. If you
+knew you were going you could give a calm farewell to your beautiful
+home on earth, and know that you are going right into the
+companionship of those who have already got beyond the toiling and the
+weeping.</p>
+
+<p>You feel on Saturday night different from the way you feel any other
+night of the week. You come home from the bank, or the store, or the
+shop, and you say: &quot;Well, now my week's work is done, and to-morrow is
+Sunday.&quot; It is a pleasant thought. There is refreshment and
+reconstruction in the very idea. Oh, how pleasant it will be, if, when
+we get through the day of our life, and we go and lie down in our bed
+of dust, we can realize: &quot;Well, now the work is all done, and
+to-morrow is Sunday&mdash;an everlasting Sunday.&quot;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;Oh, when, thou city of my God,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Shall I thy courts ascend?<br /></span>
+<span>Where congregations ne'er break up,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And Sabbaths have no end.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>There are people in this house to-day who are very near the eternal
+world. If you are Christians, I bid you be of good cheer. Bear with
+you our congratulations to the bright city. Aged men, who will soon be
+gone, take with you our love for our kindred in the better land, and
+when you see them, tell them that we are soon coming. Only a few more
+sermons to preach and hear. Only a few more heart-aches. Only a few
+more toils. Only a few more tears. And then&mdash;what an entrancing
+spectacle will open before us!</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;Beautiful heaven, where all is light,<br /></span>
+<span>Beautiful angels clothed in white,<br /></span>
+<span>Beautiful strains that never tire,<br /></span>
+<span>Beautiful harps through all the choir;<br /></span>
+<span>There shall I join the chorus sweet,<br /></span>
+<span>Worshiping at the Saviour's feet.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>I stand before you on this Sabbath, the last Sabbath preceding the
+great feast-day in this Church. On the next Lord's-day the door of
+communion will be open, and you will all be invited to come in. And so
+I approach you now with a general invitation, not picking out here and
+there a man, or here and there a woman, or here and there a child; but
+giving you an unlimited invitation, saying: &quot;Come, for all things are
+now ready.&quot; We invite you to the warm heart of Christ, and the
+inclosure of the Christian Church. I know a great many think that the
+Church does not amount to much&mdash;that it is obsolete; that it did its
+work and is gone now, so far as all usefulness is concerned. It is the
+happiest place I have ever been in except my own home.</p>
+
+<p>I know there are some people who say they are Christians who seem to
+get along without any help from others, and who culture solitary
+piety. They do not want any ordinances. I do not belong to that class.
+I can not get along without them. There are so many things in this
+world that take my attention from God, and Christ, and heaven, that I
+want all the helps of all the symbols and of all the Christian
+associations; and I want around about me a solid phalanx of men who
+love God and keep His commandments. Are there any here who would like
+to enter into that association? Then by a simple, child-like faith,
+apply for admission into the visible Church, and you will be received.
+No questions asked about your past history or present surroundings.
+Only one test&mdash;do you love Jesus?</p>
+
+<p>Baptism does not amount to anything, say a great many people; but the
+Lord Jesus declared, &quot;He that believeth and is baptized shall be
+saved,&quot; putting baptism and faith side by side. And an apostle
+declares, &quot;Repent and be baptized, every one of you.&quot; I do not stickle
+for any particular mode of baptism, but I put great emphasis on the
+fact that you ought to be baptized. Yet no more emphasis than the Lord
+Jesus Christ, the Great Head of the Church, puts upon it.</p>
+
+<p>The world is going to lose a great many of its votaries next Sabbath.
+We give you warning. There is a great host coming in to stand under
+the banner of the Lord Jesus Christ. Will you be among them? It is
+going to be a great harvest-day. Will you be among the gathered
+sheaves?</p>
+
+<p>Some of you have been thinking on this subject year after year. You
+have found out that this world is a poor portion. You want to be
+Christians. You have come almost into the kingdom of God; but there
+you stop, forgetful of the fact that to be almost saved is not to be
+saved at all. Oh, my brother, after having come so near to the door of
+mercy, if you turn back, you will never come at all. After all you
+have heard of the goodness of God, if you turn away and die, it will
+not be because you did not have a good offer.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;God's spirit will not always strive<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With hardened, self-destroying man;<br /></span>
+<span>Ye who persist His love to grieve<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">May never hear his voice again.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>May God Almighty this hour move upon your soul and bring you back from
+the husks of the wilderness to the Father's house, and set you at the
+banquet, and &quot;put a ring on your hand.&quot;</p>
+
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="how_he_came_to_say_it" id="how_he_came_to_say_it"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>HOW HE CAME TO SAY IT.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">&quot;If any man love not the Lord Jesus Christ, let him be
+ Anathema Maranatha.&quot;&mdash;
+<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">I Cor.</span> xvi: 22.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>The smallest lad in the house knows the meaning of all those words
+except the last two, Anathema Maranatha. Anathema, to cut off.
+Maranatha, at His coming. So the whole passage might be read: &quot;If any
+man love not the Lord Jesus Christ, let him be cut off at His coming.&quot;
+Well, how could the tender-hearted Paul say that? We have seen him
+with tears discoursing about human want, and flushed with excitement
+about human sorrow; and now he throws those red-hot iron words into
+this letter to the Corinthians. Had he lost his patience? Ok, no. Had
+he resigned his confidence in the Christian religion? Oh, no. Had the
+world treated him so badly that he had become its sworn enemy? Oh, no.
+It needs some explanation, I confess, and I shall proceed to show by
+what process Paul came to the vehement utterance of my text. Before I
+close, if God shall give His Spirit, you shall cease to be surprised
+at the exclamation of the Apostle, and you yourselves will employ the
+same emphasis, declaring, &quot;If any man love not the Lord Jesus Christ,
+let him be Anathema Maranatha.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>If the photographic art had been discovered early enough, we should
+have had the facial proportions of Christ&mdash;the front face, the side
+face, Jesus sitting, Jesus standing&mdash;provided He had submitted to that
+art; but since the sun did not become a portrait painter until
+eighteen centuries after Christ, our idea about the Saviour's personal
+appearance is all guess work. Still, tradition tells us that He was
+the most infinitely beautiful being that ever walked our small earth.
+If His features had been rugged, and His gait had been ungainly, that
+would not have hindered Him from being attractive. Many men you have
+known and loved have had few charms of physiognomy. Wilberforce was
+not attractive in face. Socrates was repulsive. Suwarrow, the great
+Russian hero, looked almost an imbecile. And some whom you have known,
+and honored, and loved, have not had very great attractiveness of
+personal appearance. The shape of the mouth, and the nose, and the
+eyebrow, did not hinder the soul from shining through the cuticle of
+the face in all-powerful irradiation.</p>
+
+<p>But to a lovely exterior Christ joined all loveliness of disposition.
+Run through the galleries of heaven, and find out that He is <i>a
+non-such</i>. The sunshine of His love mingling with the shadows of His
+sorrows, crossed by the crystalline stream of His tears and the
+crimson flowing forth of His blood, make a picture worthy of being
+called the masterpiece of the eternities. Hung on the wall of heaven,
+the celestial population would be enchanted but for the fact that they
+have the grand and magnificent original, and they want no picture. But
+Christ having gone away from earth, we are dependent upon four
+indistinct pictures. Matthew took one, Mark another, Luke another,
+and John another. I care not which picture you take, it is lovely.
+Lovely? He was altogether lovely.</p>
+
+<p>He had a way of taking up a dropsical limb without hurting it, and of
+removing the cataract from the eye without the knife, and of starting
+the circulation through the shrunken arteries without the shock of the
+electric battery, and of putting intelligence into the dull stare of
+lunacy, and of restringing the auditory nerve of the deaf ear, and of
+striking articulation into the stiff tongue, and of making the
+stark-naked madman dress himself and exchange tombstone for ottoman,
+and of unlocking from the skeleton grip of death the daughter of
+Jairus to embosom her in her glad father's arms. Oh, He was
+lovely&mdash;sitting, standing, kneeling, lying down&mdash;always lovely.</p>
+
+<p>Lovely in His sacrifice. Why, He gave up everything for us. Home,
+celestial companionship, music of seraphic harps, balmy breath of
+eternal summer, all joy, all light, all music, and heard the gates
+slam shut behind Him as He came out to fight for our freedom, and with
+bare feet plunged on the sharp javelins of human and satanic hate,
+until His blood spurted into the faces of those who slew Him. You want
+the soft, low, minor key of sweetest music to describe the pathos; but
+it needs an orchestra, under swinging of an archangel's baton,
+reaching from throne to manger, to drum and trumpet the doxologies of
+His praise. He took everybody's trouble&mdash;the leper's sickness, the
+widow's dead boy, the harlot's shame, the Galilean fisherman's poor
+luck, the invalidism of Simon's mother-in-law, the sting of Malchus'
+amputated ear.</p>
+
+<p>Some people cry very easily, and for some it is very difficult to cry.
+A great many tears on some cheeks do not mean so much as one tear on
+another cheek. What is it that I see glittering in the mild eye of
+Jesus? It was all the sorrows of earth, and the woes of hell, from
+which He had plucked our souls, accreted into one transparent drop,
+lingering on the lower eyelash until it fell on a cheek red with the
+slap of human hands&mdash;just one salt, bitter, burning tear of Jesus. No
+wonder the rock, the sky, and the cemetery were in consternation when
+He died! No wonder the universe was convulsed! It was the Lord God
+Almighty bursting into tears. Now, suppose that, notwithstanding all
+this, a man can not have any affection for Him. What ought to be done
+with such hard behavior?</p>
+
+<p>It seems to me that there ought to be some chastisement for a man who
+will not love such a Christ. Does it not make your blood tingle to
+think of Jesus coming over the tens of thousands of miles that seem to
+separate God from us, and then to see a man jostle Him out, and push
+Him back, and shut the door in His face, and trample upon His
+entreaties? While you may not be able to rise up to the towering
+excitement of the Apostle in my text, you can at any rate somewhat
+understand his feelings when he cried out: &quot;After all this, 'if a man
+love not the Lord Jesus Christ, let him be Anathema Maranatha.'&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Just look at the injustice of not loving Him. Now, there is nothing
+that excites a man like injustice. You go along the street, and you
+see your little child buffeted, or a ruffian comes and takes a boy's
+hat and throws it into the ditch. You say: &quot;What great meanness, what
+injustice that is!&quot; You can not stand injustice. I remember, in my
+boyhood days, attending a large meeting in Tripler Hall, New York.
+Thousands of people were huzzaing, and the same kind of audiences were
+assembled at the same time in Boston, Edinburgh, and London. Why?
+Because the Madaii family, in Italy, had been robbed of their Bible.
+&quot;A little thing,&quot; you say. Ah, that injustice was enough to arouse the
+indignation of a world. But while we are so sensitive about injustice
+as between man and man, how little sensitive we are about injustice
+between man and God. If there ever was a fair and square purchase of
+anything, then Christ purchased us. He paid for us, not in shekels,
+not in ancient coins inscribed with effigies of Hercules, or &AElig;gina's
+tortoise, or lyre of Mitylene, but in two kinds of coin&mdash;one red, the
+other glittering&mdash;blood and tears! If anything is purchased and paid
+for, ought not the goods to be delivered? If you have bought property
+and given the money, do you not want to come into possession of it?
+&quot;Yes,&quot; you say, &quot;I will have it. I bought and paid for it.&quot; And you
+will go to law for it, and you will denounce the man as a defrauder.
+Ay, if need be, you will hurl him into jail. You will say: &quot;I am bound
+to get that property. I bought it. I paid for it!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Now, transpose the case. Suppose Jesus Christ to be the wronged
+purchaser on the one side, and the impenitent soul on the other,
+trying to defraud Him of that which He bought at such an exorbitant
+price, how do you feel about that injustice? How do you feel toward
+that spiritual fraud, turpitude and perfidy? A man with an ardent
+temperament rises and he says that such injustice as between man and
+man is bad enough, but between man and God it is reprehensible and
+intolerable, and he brings his fist down on the pew, and he says: &quot;I
+can stand this injustice no longer. After all this purchase, 'if any
+man love not the Lord Jesus Christ, let him be Anathema Maranatha'!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I go still further, and show you how suicidal it is for a man not to
+love Christ. If a man gets in trouble, and he can not get out, we have
+only one feeling toward him&mdash;sympathy and a desire to help him. If he
+has failed for a vast amount of money, and can not pay more than ten
+cents on a dollar&mdash;ay, if he can not pay anything&mdash;though his
+creditors may come after him like a pack of hounds, we sympathize with
+him. We go to his store, or house, and we express our condolence. But
+suppose the day before that man failed, William E. Dodge had come into
+his store and said: &quot;My friend, I hear you are in trouble. I have come
+to help you. If ten thousand dollars will see you through your
+perplexity, I have a loan of that amount for you. Here is a check for
+the amount of that loan.&quot; Suppose the man said: &quot;With that ten
+thousand dollars I could get through until next spring, and then
+everything will be all right; but, Mr. Dodge, I don't want it; I won't
+take it; I would rather fail than take it; I don't even thank you for
+offering it.&quot; Your sympathy for that man would cease immediately. You
+would say: &quot;He had a fair offer; he might have got out; he wants to
+fail; he refuses all help; now let him fail.&quot; There is no one in all
+this house who would have any sympathy for that man.</p>
+
+<p>But do not let us be too hasty. Christ hears of our spiritual
+embarrassments, he finds that we are on the very verge of eternal
+defalcation. He finds the law knocking at our door with this dun: &quot;Pay
+me what thou owest.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>We do not know which way to turn. Pay? We can not pay a farthing of
+all the millions of obligation. Well, Christ comes in and says: &quot;Here
+is My name; you can use My name. Your name would be worthless, but My
+red handwriting on the back of this obligation will get you through
+anywhere.&quot; Now suppose the soul says: &quot;I know I am in debt; I can't
+meet these obligations either in time or eternity; but, oh, Christ, I
+want not Thy help; I ask not Thy rescue. Go away from me.&quot; You would
+say: &quot;That man, why, he deserves to die. He had the offer of help; he
+would not take it. He is a free agent; he ought to have what he wants;
+he chooses death rather than life. Ought you not give him freedom of
+choice?&quot; Though awhile ago there was only one ardent man who
+understood the Apostle, now there are hundreds in the house who can
+say, and do say within themselves: &quot;After all this ingratitude, and
+rejection, and obstinacy, 'if any man love not the Lord Jesus Christ,
+let him be Anathema Maranatha.'&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I go a step further, and say it is most cruel for a man not to love
+Jesus. The meanest thing I could do for you would be needlessly to
+hurt your feelings. Sharp words sometimes cut like a dagger. An unkind
+look will sometimes rive like the lightning. An unkind deed may
+overmaster a sensitive spirit, and if you have made up your mind that
+you have done wrong to any one, it does not take you two minutes to
+make up your mind to go and apologize. Now, Christ is a bundle of
+delicacy and sensitiveness. How you have shocked His nerves! How you
+have broken His heart!</p>
+
+<p>Did you, my brother, ever measure the meaning of that one passage:
+&quot;Behold, I stand at the door and knock&quot;? It never came to me as it did
+this morning while I was thinking on this subject. &quot;Behold, I stand at
+the door and knock.&quot; Some January day, the thermometer five degrees
+below zero, the wind and sleet beating mercilessly against you, you go
+up the steps of a house where you have a very important errand. You
+knock with one knuckle. No answer. You are very earnest, and you are
+freezing. The next time you knock harder. After awhile with your fist
+you beat against the door. You must get in, but the inmate is careless
+or stubborn, and he does not want you in. Your errand is a failure.
+You go away.</p>
+
+<p>The Lord Jesus Christ comes up on the steps of your heart, and with
+very sore hand he knocks hard at the door of your soul. He is standing
+in the cold blasts of human suffering. He knocks. He says: &quot;Let me in.
+I have come a great way. I have come all the way from Nazareth, from
+Bethlehem, from Golgotha. Let Me in. I am shivering and blue with the
+cold. Let Me in. My feet are bare but for their covering of blood. My
+head is uncovered but for a turban of brambles. By all these wounds of
+foot, and head, and heart, I beg you to let Me in. Oh, I have been
+here a great while, and the night is getting darker. I am faint with
+hunger. I am dying to get in. Oh, lift the latch&mdash;shove back the
+bolt! Won't you let Me in? Won't you? 'Behold, I stand at the door and
+knock!'&quot;</p>
+
+<p>But after awhile, my brother, the scene will change. It will be
+another door, but Christ will be on the other side of it. He will be
+on the inside, and the rejected sinner will be on the outside, and the
+sinner will come up and knock at the door, and say: &quot;Let me in, let me
+in. I have come a great way. I came all the way from earth. I am sick
+and dying. Let me in. The merciless storm beats my unsheltered head.
+The wolves of a great night are on my track. Let me in. With both
+fists I beat against this door. Oh, let me in. Oh, Christ, let me in.
+Oh, Holy Ghost, let me in. Oh, God, let me in. Oh, my glorified
+kindred, let me in.&quot; No answer save the voice of Christ, who shall
+say: &quot;Sinner, when I stood at your door you would not let Me in, and
+now you are standing at My door, and I can not let you in. The day of
+your grace is past. Officer of the law, seize him.&quot; And while the
+arrest is going on, all the myriads of heaven rise on gallery and
+throne, and cry with loud voice, that makes the eternal city quake
+from capstone to foundation, saying: &quot;If any man love not the Lord
+Jesus Christ, let him be Anathema Maranatha.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Sabbath audience in the Brooklyn Tabernacle, and all to whom these
+words shall come on both sides the sea, notice here the tremendous
+alternative: it is not whether you live in Pierrepont Street or
+Carlton Avenue, walk Trafalgar Square or the &quot;Canongate;&quot; nor whether
+your dress shall be black or brown; nor whether you shall be robust
+or an invalid; nor whether you shall live on the banks of the Hudson,
+the Shannon, the Seine, the Thames, the Tiber; but it is a question
+whether you will love Christ or suffer banishment; whether you will
+give yourselves to Him who owns you or fall under the millstone;
+whether you will rise to glories that have no terminus or plunge to a
+depth which has no bottom. I do not see how you can take the
+ten-thousandth part of a second to decide it, when there are two
+worlds fastened at opposite ends of a swivel, and the swivel turns on
+one point, and that point is now, now. Is it not fair that you love
+Him? Is it not right that you love Him? Is it not imperative that you
+love Him? What is it that keeps you from rushing up and throwing the
+arms of your affection about His neck?</p>
+
+<p>My text pronounces Anathema Maranatha upon all those who refuse to
+love Christ. Anathema&mdash;cut off. Cut off from light, from hope, from
+peace, from heaven. Oh, sharp, keen, sword-like words! Cut off!
+Everlastingly cut off! Behold, therefore, the goodness and severity of
+God: on them which fell, severity; but toward thee, goodness, if thou
+continue in His goodness; otherwise thou also shalt be cut off.
+Maranatha&mdash;that is the other word. &quot;When he comes&quot; is the meaning of
+it.</p>
+
+<p>Will He come? I see no signs of it. I looked into the sky as I rode
+down to church. I saw no signs of the coming. No signal of God's
+appearance. The earth stands solid on its foundation. No cry of
+welcome or of woe. Will He come! He will. Maranatha! Hear it ye
+mountains, and prepare to fall. Ye cities, and prepare to burn. Ye
+righteous, and prepare to reign. Ye wicked, and prepare to die.
+Maranatha! Maranatha!</p>
+
+<p>But, oh, my brother, I am not so aroused by that coming as I am by a
+previous coming, and that is the coming of our death hour, which will
+fix everything for us. I can not help now, while preaching, asking
+myself the question&mdash;Am I ready for that? If I am ready for the first
+I will be ready for the next. Are you ready for the emergency? Shall I
+tell you when your death hour will come? &quot;Oh, no,&quot; says some one, &quot;I
+don't want to know. I would rather not know.&quot; Some one says: &quot;I would
+rather know, if you can tell me.&quot; I will tell you. It will be at the
+most unexpected moment, when you are most busy, and when you think you
+can be least spared. I can not exactly say whether it will be in the
+noon, or at the sundown when people are coming home, or in the morning
+when the world is waking up, or while the clock is striking twelve at
+night. But I tell you what I think, that with some of you it will be
+before next Saturday night.</p>
+
+<p>A minister of the Gospel said to an audience: &quot;Before next Sabbath
+some of you will be gone.&quot; And a man said during the week: &quot;I shall
+watch now, and if no one dies in our congregation during this week I
+shall go and tell the minister his falsehood.&quot; A man standing next to
+him said: &quot;Why, it may be yourself.&quot; &quot;Oh, no,&quot; he replied; &quot;I shall
+live on to be an old man.&quot; That night he breathed his last.</p>
+
+<p>Standing before some who shall be launched into the great eternity,
+what are your equipments? About to jump, where will you land? Oh, the
+subject is overwhelming to me; and when I say these things to you, I
+say them to myself. &quot;Lord, is it I? Is it I?&quot; Some of us part to-night
+never to meet again. If never before, I now here commit my soul into
+the keeping of the Lord Jesus Christ. I throw my sinful heart upon His
+infinite mercy. But some of you will not do that. You will go over to
+the store to-morrow, and your comrades will say: &quot;Where were you
+yesterday?&quot; You will say: &quot;I heard Talmage preach, and I don't believe
+what he preaches.&quot; And you will go on and die in your sins.</p>
+
+<p>Feeling that you are bound unto death eternal I solemnly take leave of
+you. Be careful of your health, for when your respiration gives out
+all your good times will have ended. Be careful in walking near a
+scaffold, for one falling brick or stone might usher you into the
+great eternity for which you have no preparation. A few months, or
+weeks, or days, or hours will pass on, and then you will see the last
+light, and hear the last music, and have the last pleasant emotion,
+and a destroyed eternity will rush upon you. Farewell, oh, doomed
+spirit! As you shove off from hope, I wave you this last salutation.
+Oh, it is hard to part forever and forever! I bid you one long, last,
+bitter, eternal adieu!</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="castle_jesus" id="castle_jesus"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>CASTLE JESUS.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">&quot;Who have fled for refuge.&quot;&mdash;
+<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Heb.</span> vi: 18.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>Paul is here speaking of the consolations of Christians. He styles
+them these &quot;who have fled for refuge.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Moses established six cities of refuge&mdash;three on the east side of the
+river Jordan, and three on the west. When a man had killed any one
+accidentally he fled to one of these cities. The roads leading to them
+were kept perfectly good, so that when a man started for the refuge
+nothing might impede him. Along the cross-roads, and wherever there
+might be any mistake about the way, there were signs put up pointing
+in the right way, with the word &quot;Refuge.&quot; Having gained the limits of
+one of these cities the man was safe, and the mothers of the priests
+provided for him.</p>
+
+<p>Some of us have seen our peril, and have fled to Christ, and feel that
+we shall never be captured. We are among those &quot;who have fled for
+refuge.&quot; Christ is represented in the Bible as a Tower, a High Rock, a
+Fortress, and a Shelter. If you have seen any of the ancient castles
+of Europe, you know that they are surrounded by trenches, across which
+there is a draw-bridge. If an enemy approach, the people, for defense,
+would get into the castle, have the trenches filled with water, and
+lift up the draw-bridge. Whether to a city of safety, or a tower,
+Paul refers, I know not, and care not, for in any case he means
+Christ, the safety of the soul.</p>
+
+<p>But why talk of refuge? Who needs it, if the refuge spoken of be a
+city or a castle, into which men fly for safety? It is all sunlight
+here. No sound of war in our streets. We do not hear the rush of armed
+men against the doors of our dwellings. We do not come with weapons to
+church. Our lives are not at the mercy of an assassin. Why, then, talk
+of refuge?</p>
+
+<p>Alas! I stand before a company of imperiled men. No flock of sheep was
+ever so threatened or endangered of a pack of wolves; no ship was ever
+so beaten of a storm; no company of men were ever so environed of a
+band of savages. A refuge you must have, or fall before an
+all-devouring destruction. There are not so many serpents in Africa;
+there are not so many hyenas in Asia; there are not so many panthers
+in the forest, as there are transgressions attacking my soul. I will
+take the best unregenerated man anywhere, and say to him, You are
+utterly corrupt. If all the sins of your past life were marshaled in
+single file, they would reach from here to hell. If you have escaped
+all other sins, the fact that you have rejected the mission of the Son
+of God is enough to condemn you forever, pushing you off into
+bottomless darkness, struck by ten thousand hissing thunder-bolts of
+Omnipotent wrath.</p>
+
+<p>You are a sinner. The Bible says it, and your conscience affirms it.
+Not a small sinner, or a moderate sinner, or a tolerable sinner, but a
+great sinner, a protracted sinner, a vile sinner, an outrageous
+sinner, a condemned sinner. As God, with His all-scrutinizing gaze,
+looks upon you to-day, He can not find one sound spot in your soul.
+Sin has put scales on your eyes, and deadened your ear with an awful
+deafness, and palsied your right arm, and stunned your sensibilities,
+and blasted you with an infinite blasting. The Bible, which you admit
+to be true, affirms that you are diseased from the crown of your head
+to the sole of your foot. You are unclean; you are a leper. Believe
+not me, but believe God's Word, that over and over again announces, in
+language that a fool might understand, the total and complete
+depravity of the unchanged heart: &quot;The heart is deceitful above all
+things, and desperately wicked.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>In addition to the sins of your life there are uncounted troubles in
+pursuit of you. Bereavements, losses, disappointments are a flock of
+vultures ever on the wing. Did you get your house built, and
+furnished, and made comfortable any sooner than misfortune came in
+without knocking, and sat beside you&mdash;a skeleton apparition? Have not
+pains shot their poisoned arrows, and fevers kindled their fire in
+your brain? Many of you, for years, have walked on burning marl. You
+stepped out of one disaster into another. You may, like Job, have
+cursed the day in which you were born. This world boils over with
+trouble for you, and you are wondering where the next grave will gape,
+and where the next storm will burst. Oh, ye pursued, sinning, dying,
+troubled, exhausted souls, are you not ready now to hear me while I
+tell you of Christ, the Refuge?</p>
+
+<p>A soldier, during the war, heard of the sickness of his wife and
+asked for a furlough. It was denied him, and he ran away. He was
+caught, brought back, and sentenced to be shot as a deserter. The
+officer took from his pocket a document that announced his death on
+the following morning. As the document was read, the man flinched not
+and showed no sorrow or anxiety. But the officer then took from his
+pocket another document that contained the prisoner's pardon. Then he
+broke down with deep emotion at the thought of the leniency that had
+been extended. Though you may not appear moved while I tell you of the
+law that thundered its condemnation, while I tell you of the pardon
+and the peace of the Gospel I wonder if they will not overcome you.</p>
+
+<p>Jesus is a safe refuge. Fort Hudson, Fort Pulaski, Fort Moultrie, Fort
+Sumter, Gibraltar, Sebastopol were taken. But Jesus is a castle into
+which the righteous runneth and is safe. No battering-ram can demolish
+its wall. No sappers or miners can explode its ramparts, no storm-bolt
+of perdition leap upon its towers. The weapons that guard this fort
+are omnipotent. Hell shall unlimber its great guns as death only to
+have them dismantled. In Christ our sins are pardoned, discomforted,
+blotted out, forgiven. An ocean can not so easily drown a fly as the
+ocean of God's forgiveness swallow up, utterly and forever, our
+transgressions. He is able to save unto the uttermost.</p>
+
+<p>You who have been so often overcome in a hand-to-hand fight with the
+world, the flesh, and devil, try this fortress. Once here, you are
+safe forever. Satan may charge up the steep, and shout amid the uproar
+of the fight, Forward, to his battalions of darkness; but you will
+stand in the might of the great God, your Redeemer, safe in the
+refuge. The troubles of life, that once overwhelmed you, may come on
+with their long wagon-trains laden with care and worryment; and you
+may hear in their tramp the bereavements that once broke your heart;
+but Christ is your friend, Christ your sympathizer, Christ your
+reward. Safe in the refuge!</p>
+
+<p>Death at last may lay the siege to your spirit, and the shadows of the
+sepulcher may shake their horrors in the breeze, and the hoarse howl
+of the night wind may be mingled with the cry of despair, yet you will
+shout in triumph from the ramparts, and the pale horse shall be hurled
+back on his haunches. Safe in the refuge! To this castle I fly. This
+last fire shall but illumine its towers; and the rolling thunders of
+the judgment will be the salvo of its victory.</p>
+
+<p>Just after Queen Victoria had been crowned&mdash;she being only nineteen or
+twenty years of age&mdash;Wellington handed her a death-warrant for her
+signature. It was to take the life of a soldier in the army. She said
+to Wellington: &quot;Can there nothing good be said of this man?&quot; He said:
+&quot;No; he is a bad soldier, and deserves to die.&quot; She took up the
+death-warrant, and it trembled in her hand as she again asked: &quot;Does
+no one know anything good of this man?&quot; Wellington said: &quot;I have heard
+that at his trial a man said that he had been a good son to his old
+mother.&quot; &quot;Then let his life be spared,&quot; said the queen, and she
+ordered his sentence commuted.</p>
+
+<p>Christ is on a throne of grace. Our case is brought before him. The
+question is asked: &quot;Is there any good about this man?&quot; The law says:
+&quot;None.&quot; Justice says: &quot;None.&quot; Our own conscience says: &quot;None.&quot;
+Nevertheless, Christ hands over our pardon, and asks us to take it.
+Oh, the height and depth, the length and breadth of his mercy!</p>
+
+<p>Again, Christ is a near refuge. When we are attacked, what advantage
+is there in having a fortress on the other side of the mountain? Many
+an army has had an intrenchment, but could not get to it before the
+battle opened. Blessed be God, it is no long march to our castle. We
+may get off, with all our troops, from the worst earthly defeat in
+this stronghold. In a moment we may step from the battle into the
+tower. I sing of a Saviour near.</p>
+
+<p>During the late war the forts of the North were named after the
+Northern generals, and the forts of the South were named after the
+Southern generals. This fortress of our soul I shall call Castle
+Jesus. I have seen men pursued of sins that chased them with feet of
+lightning, and yet with one glad leap they bounded into the tower. I
+have seen troubles, with more than the speed and terror of a cavalry
+troop, dash after a retreating soul, yet were hurled back in defeat
+from the bulwarks. Jesus near! A child's cry, a prisoner's prayer, a
+sailor's death-shriek, a pauper's moan reaches him. No pilgrimages on
+spikes. No journeying with a huge pack on your back. No kneeling in
+penance in cold vestibule of mercy. But an open door! A compassionate
+Saviour! A present salvation! A near refuge! Castle Jesus!</p>
+
+<p>Oh, why do you not put out your arm and reach it? Why do you not fly
+to it? Why be riddled, and shelled, and consumed under the rattling
+bombardment of perdition, when one moment's faith would plant you in
+the glorious refuge? I preach a Jesus here; a Jesus now; a fountain
+close to your feet; a fiery pillar right over your head; bread already
+broken for your hunger; a crown already gleaming for your brow. Hark
+to the castle gates rattling back for your entrance! Hear you not the
+welcome of those who have fled for refuge to lay hold upon the hope
+set before us?</p>
+
+<p>Again, it is a universal refuge. A fortress is seldom large enough to
+hold a whole army. I look out upon fourteen hundred millions of the
+race; and then I look at this fortress, and I say that there is room
+enough for all. If it had been possible, this salvation would have
+been monopolized. Men would have said: &quot;Let us have all this to
+ourselves&mdash;no publicans, no plebeians, no lazzaroni, no converted
+pickpockets. We will ride toward heaven on fierce chargers, our feet
+in golden stirrups. Grace for lords, and dukes, and duchesses, and
+counts. Let Napoleon and his marshals come in, but not the common
+soldier that fought under him. Let the Girards and the Barings come
+in, but not the stevedores that unloaded their cargoes, or the men who
+kept their books.&quot; Heaven would have been a glorified Windsor Castle,
+or Tuileries, or Vatican; and exclusive aristocrats would have
+strutted through the golden streets to all eternity.</p>
+
+<p>Thank God, there is mercy for the poor! The great Doctor John Mason
+preached over a hundred times the same sermon; and the text was: &quot;To
+the poor the Gospel is preached.&quot; Lazarus went up, while Dives went
+down; and there are candidates for Imperial splendors in the back
+alley, and by the peat-fire of the Irish shanty. King Jesus set up His
+throne in a manger, and made a resurrection day for the poor widow of
+Nain, and sprung the gate of heaven wide open, so that all the
+beggars, and thieves, and scoundrels of the universe may come in if
+they will only repent. I can snatch the knife from the murderer's hand
+while it is yet dripping with the blood of his victim, and tell him of
+the grace that is sufficient to pardon his soul. Do you say that I
+swing open the gate of heaven too far? I swing it open no wider than
+Christ, when He says: &quot;Whosoever will, let him come.&quot; Don't you want
+to go in with such a rabble? Then you can stay out.</p>
+
+<p>The whole world will yet come into this refuge. The windows of heaven
+will be opened; God's trumpet of salvation will sound, and China will
+come from its tea-fields and rice-harvests, and lift itself up into
+the light. India will come forth, the chariots of salvation jostling
+to pieces her Juggernauts. Freezing Greenland, and sweltering
+Abyssinia, will, side by side, press into the kingdom; and transformed
+Bornesian cannibal preach of the resurrection of the missionary he has
+slain. The glory of Calvary will tinge the tip of the Pyrenees; and
+Lebanon cedars shall clap their hands; and by one swing of the sickle
+Christ shall harvest nations for the skies.</p>
+
+<p>I sing a world redeemed. In the rush of the winds that set the forest
+in motion, like giants wrestling on the hills, I see the tossing up of
+the triumphal branches that shall wave all along the line of our King
+as He comes to take empire. In the stormy diapason of the ocean's
+organ, and the more gentle strains that in the calm come sounding up
+from the crystal and jasper keys at the beach, I hear the prophecy:
+&quot;The earth shall be filled with the knowledge of God as the waters
+fill the sea.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The gospel morning will come like the natural morning. At first it
+seems only like another hue of the night. Then a pallor strikes
+through the sky, as though a company of ministering spirits, pale with
+tedious watching through the night, had turned in their flight upward
+to look back upon the earth. Then a faint glow of fire, as though on a
+barren beach a wrecked mariner was kindling a flickering flame. Then
+chariots and horses of fire racing up and down the heavens; then
+perfect day: &quot;Who is she that cometh forth as the morning?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Come in, black Hottentot and snow-white Caucasian, come in, mitered
+official and diseased beggar; let all the world come in. Room in
+Castle Jesus! Sound it through all lands; sound it by all tongues. Let
+sermons preach it, and bells chime it, and pencils sketch it, and
+processions celebrate it, and bells ring it: Room in Castle Jesus!</p>
+
+<p>Again, Christ is the only refuge. If you were very sick, and there was
+only one medicine that would cure you, how anxious you would be to get
+that medicine. If you were in a storm at sea, and you found that the
+ship could not weather it, and there was only one harbor, how anxious
+you would be to get into that harbor. Oh, sin-sick soul, Christ is the
+only medicine; oh, storm-tossed soul, Christ is the only harbor. Need
+I tell a cultured audience like this that there is no other name given
+among men by which ye can be saved? That if you want the handcuffs
+knocked from your wrists, and the hopples from your feet, and the icy
+bands from your heart, there is just one Almighty arm in all the
+universe to do everything? There are other fortresses to which you
+might fly, and other ramparts behind which you might hide, but God
+will cut to pieces, with the hail of His vengeance, all these refuges
+of lies.</p>
+
+<p>Some of you are foundering in terrible Euroclydon. Hark to the howling
+of the gale, and the splintering of the spars, and the starting of the
+timbers, and the breaking of the billow, clear across the hurricane
+deck. Down she goes! Into the life-boat! Quick! One boat! One shore!
+One oarsman! One salvation! You are polluted; there is but one well at
+which you can wash clean. You are enslaved; there is but one
+proclamation that can emancipate. You are blind; there is but one
+salve that can kindle your vision. You are dead; there is but one
+trumpet that can burst the grave.</p>
+
+<p>I have seen men come near the refuge but not make entrance. They came
+up, and fronted the gate, and looked in, but passed on, and passed
+down; and they will curse their folly through all eternity, that they
+despised the only refuge. Oh! forget everything else I have said, if
+you will but remember that there is but one atonement, one sacrifice,
+one justification, one faith, one hope, one Jesus, one refuge. There
+is that old Christian. Many a scar on his face tells where trouble
+lacerated him. He has fought with wild beasts at Ephesus. He has had
+enough misfortune to shadow his countenance with perpetual despair.
+Yet he is full of hope. Has he found any new elixir? &quot;No,&quot; he says; &quot;I
+have found Jesus the refuge.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Christ is our only defense at the last. John Holland, in his
+concluding moment, swept his hand over the Bible, and said: &quot;Come, let
+us gather a few flowers from this garden.&quot; As it was even-time he said
+to his wife: &quot;Have you lighted the candles?&quot; &quot;No,&quot; she said; &quot;we have
+not lighted the candles.&quot; &quot;Then,&quot; said he, &quot;it must be the brightness
+of the face of Jesus that I see.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Ask that dying Christian woman the source of her comfort. Why that
+supernatural glow on the curtains of the death-chamber; and the
+tossing out of one hand, as if to wave the triumph, and the reaching
+up of the other, as if to take a crown? Hosanna on the tongue. Glory
+beaming from the forehead. Heaven in the eyes. Spirit departing. Wings
+to bear it. Anthems to charm it. Open the gates to receive it.
+Hallelujah! Speak, dying Christian&mdash;what light do you see? What sounds
+do you hear? The thin lips part. The pale hand is lifted. She says:
+&quot;Jesus the refuge!&quot; Let all in the death-chamber stop weeping now.
+Celebrate the triumph. Take up a song. Clap your hands. Shout it.
+Hallelujah! Hallelujah!</p>
+
+<p>But this refuge will be of no worth to you unless you lay hold of it.
+The time will come when you will wish that you had done so. It will
+come soon. At an unexpected moment it will come. The castle bridge
+will be drawn up and the fortress closed. When you see this
+discomfiture, and look back, and look up at the storm gathering, and
+the billowy darkness of death has rolled upon the sheeted flash of
+the storm, you will discover the utter desolation of those who are
+outside of the refuge.</p>
+
+<p>What you propose to do in this matter you had better do right away. A
+mistake this morning may never be corrected. Jesus, the Great Captain
+of salvation, puts forth his wounded hand to-day to cheer you on the
+race to heaven. If you despise it, the ghastliest vision that will
+haunt the eternal darkness of your soul will be the gaping, bleeding
+wounds of the dying Redeemer.</p>
+
+<p>Jesus is to be crucified to-day. Think not of it as a day that is
+past. He comes before you to-day weary and worn. Here is the cross,
+and here is the victim. But there are no nails, and there are no
+thorns, and there are no hammers. Who will furnish these? A man out
+yonder says: &quot;I will furnish with my sins the nails!&quot; Now we have the
+cross, and the victim, and the nails. But we have no thorns. Who will
+furnish the thorns? A man in the audience says: &quot;With my sins I will
+furnish the thorns!&quot; Now we have the cross, the victim, the nails, and
+the thorns. But we have no hammers. Who will furnish the hammers? A
+voice in the audience says: &quot;My hard heart shall be the hammer!&quot;
+Everything is ready now. The crucifixion goes out! See Jesus dying!
+&quot;Behold the Lamb of God, that taketh away the sins of the world.&quot;</p>
+
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="stripping_the_slain" id="stripping_the_slain"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>STRIPPING THE SLAIN.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">
+&quot;And it came to pass on the morrow, when the Philistines came
+ to strip the slain, that they found Saul and his three sons
+ fallen in Mount Gilboa.&quot;&mdash;
+<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">I. Sam.</span> xxxi: 8.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>Some of you were at South Mountain, or Shiloh, or Ball's Bluff, or
+Gettysburg, and I ask you if there is any sadder sight than a
+battle-field after the guns have stopped firing? I walked across the
+field of Antietam just after the conflict. The scene was so sickening
+I shall not describe it. Every valuable thing had been taken from the
+bodies of the dead, for there are always vultures hovering over and
+around about an army, and they pick up the watches, and the memorandum
+books, and the letters, and the daguerreotypes, and the hats, and the
+coats, applying them to their own uses. The dead make no resistance.
+So there are always camp followers going on and after an army, as when
+Scott went down into Mexico, as when Napoleon marched up toward
+Moscow, as when Von Moltke went to Sedan. There is a similar scene in
+my text.</p>
+
+<p>Saul and his army had been horribly cut to pieces. Mount Gilboa was
+ghastly with the dead. On the morrow the stragglers came on to the
+field, and they lifted the latchet of the helmet from under the chin
+of the dead, and they picked up the swords and bent them on their
+knee to test the temper of the metal, and they opened the wallets and
+counted the coin. Saul lay dead along the ground, eight or nine feet
+in length, and I suppose the cowardly Philistines, to show their
+bravery, leaped upon the trunk of his carcass, and jeered at the
+fallen slain, and whistled through the mouth of the helmet. Before
+night those cormorants had taken everything valuable from the field:
+&quot;And it came to pass on the morrow, when the Philistines came to strip
+the slain, that they found Saul and his three sons fallen in Mount
+Gilboa.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Before I get through to-day I will show you that the same process is
+going on all the world over, and every day, and that when men have
+fallen, Satan and the world, so far from pitying them or helping them,
+go to work remorselessly to take what little is left, thus stripping
+the slain.</p>
+
+<p>There are tens of thousands of young men every year coming from the
+country to our great cities. They come with brave hearts and grand
+expectations. They think they will be Rufus Choates in the law, or
+Drapers in chemistry, or A.T. Stewarts in merchandise. The country
+lads sit down in the village grocery, with their feet on the iron rod
+around the red-hot stove, in the evening, talking over the prospects
+of the young man who has gone off to the city. Two or three of them
+think that perhaps he may get along very well and succeed, but the
+most of them prophesy failure; for it is very hard to think that those
+whom we knew in boyhood will ever make any stir in the world.</p>
+
+<p>But our young man has a fine position in a dry-goods store. The month
+is over. He gets his wages. He is not accustomed to have so much money
+belonging to himself. He is a little excited, and does not know
+exactly what to do with it, and he spends it in some places where he
+ought not. Soon there come up new companions and acquaintances from
+the bar-rooms and the saloons of the city. Soon that young man begins
+to waver in the battle of temptation, and soon his soul goes down. In
+a few months, or few years, he has fallen. He is morally dead. He is a
+mere corpse of what he once was. The harpies of sin snuff up the taint
+and come on the field. His garments gradually give out. He has pawned
+his watch. His health is failing him. His credit perishes. He is too
+poor to stay in the city, and he is too poor to pay his way home to
+the country. Down! down! Why do the low fellows of the city now stick
+to him so closely? Is it to help him back to a moral and spiritual
+life? Oh, no! I will tell you why they stay; they are the Philistines
+stripping the slain.</p>
+
+<p>Do not look where I point, but yonder stands a man who once had a
+beautiful home in this city. His house had elegant furniture, his
+children were beautifully clad, his name was synonymous with honor and
+usefulness; but evil habit knocked at his front door, knocked at his
+back door, knocked at his parlor door, knocked at his bedroom door.
+Where is the piano? Sold to pay the rent. Where is the hat-rack? Sold
+to meet the butcher's bill. Where are the carpets? Sold to get bread.
+Where is the wardrobe? Sold to get rum. Where are the daughters?
+Working their fingers off in trying to keep the family together.
+Worse and worse, until everything is gone. Who is that going up the
+front steps of that house? That is a creditor, hoping to find some
+chair or bed that has not been levied upon. Who are those two
+gentlemen now going up the front steps? The one is a constable, the
+other is the sheriff. Why do they go there? The unfortunate is morally
+dead, socially dead, financially dead. Why do they go there? I will
+tell you why the creditors, and the constables, and the sheriffs go
+there. They are, some on their own account, and some on account of the
+law, stripping the slain.</p>
+
+<p>An ex-member of Congress, one of the most eloquent men that ever stood
+in the House of Representatives, said in his last moments: &quot;This is
+the end. I am dying&mdash;dying on a borrowed bed, covered by a borrowed
+sheet, in a house built by public charity. Bury me under that tree in
+the middle of the field, where I shall not be crowded, for I have been
+crowded all my life.&quot; Where were the jolly politicians and the
+dissipating comrades who had been with him, laughing at his jokes,
+applauding his eloquence, and plunging him into sin? They have left.
+Why? His money is gone, his reputation is gone, his wit is gone, his
+clothes are gone, everything is gone. Why should they stay any longer?
+They have completed their work. They have stripped the slain.</p>
+
+<p>There is another way, however, of doing that same work. Here is a man
+who, through his sin, is prostrate. He acknowledges that he has done
+wrong. Now is the time for you to go to that man and say: &quot;Thousands
+of people have been as far astray as you are, and got back.&quot; Now is
+the time for you to go to that man and tell him of the omnipotent
+grace of God, that is sufficient for any poor soul. Now is the time to
+go to tell him how swearing John Bunyan, through the grace of God,
+afterward came to the celestial city. Now is the time to go to that
+man and tell him how profligate Newton came, through conversion, to be
+a world-renowned preacher of righteousness. Now is the time to tell
+that man that multitudes who have been pounded with all the flails of
+sin and dragged through all the sewers of pollution at last have risen
+to positive dominion of moral power.</p>
+
+<p>You do not tell him that, do you? No. You say to him: &quot;Loan you money?
+No. You are down. You will have to go to the dogs. Lend you a
+shilling? I would not lend you five cents to keep you from the
+gallows. You are debauched! Get out of my sight, now! Down; you will
+have to stay down!&quot; And thus those bruised and battered men are
+sometimes accosted by those who ought to lift them up. Thus the last
+vestige of hope is taken from them. Thus those who ought to go and
+lift and save them are guilty of stripping the slain.</p>
+
+<p>The point I want to make is this: sin is hard, cruel, and merciless.
+Instead of helping a man up it helps him down; and when, like Saul and
+his comrades, you lie on the field, it will come and steal your sword
+and helmet and shield, leaving you to the jackal and the crow.</p>
+
+<p>But the world and Satan do not do all their work with the outcast and
+abandoned. A respectable, impenitent man comes to die. He is flat on
+his back. He could not get up if the house were on fire. Adroitest
+medical skill and gentlest nursing have been a failure. He has come to
+his last hour. What does Satan do for such a man? Why, he fetches up
+all the inapt, disagreeable, and harrowing things in his life. He
+says: &quot;Do you remember those chances you had for heaven, and missed
+them? Do you remember all those lapses in conduct? Do you remember all
+those opprobrious words and thoughts and actions? Don't remember them,
+eh? I'll make you remember them.&quot; And then he takes all the past and
+empties it on that death-bed, as the mail-bags are emptied on the
+post-office floor. The man is sick. He can not get away from them.</p>
+
+<p>Then the man says to Satan: &quot;You have deceived me. You told me that
+all would be well. You said there would be no trouble at the last. You
+told me if I did so and so, you would do so and so. Now you corner me,
+and hedge me up, and submerge me in everything evil.&quot; &quot;Ha! ha!&quot; says
+Satan, &quot;I was only fooling you. It is mirth for me to see you suffer.
+I have been for thirty years plotting to get you just where you are.
+It is hard for you now&mdash;it will be worse for you after awhile. It
+pleases me. Lie still, sir. Don't flinch or shudder. Come now, I will
+tear off from you the last rag of expectation. I will rend away from
+your soul the last hope. I will leave you bare for the beating of the
+storm. It is my business to strip the slain.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>While men are in robust health, and their digestion is good, and their
+nerves are strong, they think their physical strength will get them
+safely through the last exigency. They say it is only cowardly women
+who are afraid at the last, and cry out for God. &quot;Wait till I come to
+die. I will show you. You won't hear me pray, nor call for a minister,
+nor want a chapter read me from the Bible.&quot; But after the man has been
+three weeks in a sick-room his nerves are not so steady, and his
+worldly companions are not anywhere near to cheer him up, and he is
+persuaded that he must quit life: his physical courage is all gone.</p>
+
+<p>He jumps at the fall of a teaspoon in a saucer. He shivers at the idea
+of going away. He says: &quot;Wife, I don't think my infidelity is going to
+take me through. For God's sake don't bring up the children to do as I
+have done. If you feel like it, I wish you would read a verse or two
+out of Fannie's Sabbath-school hymn-book or New Testament.&quot; But Satan
+breaks in, and says: &quot;You have always thought religion trash and a
+lie; don't give up at the last. Besides that, you can not, in the hour
+you have to live, get off on that track. Die as you lived. With my
+great black wings I shut out that light. Die in darkness. I rend away
+from you that last vestige of hope. It is my business to strip the
+slain.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>A man who had rejected Christianity and thought it all trash, came to
+die. He was in the sweat of a great agony, and his wife said: &quot;We had
+better have some prayer.&quot; &quot;Mary, not a breath of that,&quot; he said. &quot;The
+lightest word of prayer would roll back on me like rocks on a drowning
+man. I have come to the hour of test. I had a chance, and I forfeited
+it. I believed in a liar, and he has left me in the lurch. Mary, bring
+me Tom Paine, that book that I swore by and lived by, and pitch it in
+the fire, and let it burn and burn as I myself shall soon burn.&quot; And
+then, with the foam on his lip and his hands tossing wildly in the
+air, he cried out: &quot;Blackness of darkness! Oh, my God, too late!&quot; And
+the spirits of darkness whistled up from the depth, and wheeled around
+and around him, stripping the slain.</p>
+
+<p>Sin is a luxury now; it is exhilaration now; it is victory now. But
+after awhile it is collision; it is defeat; it is extermination; it is
+jackalism; it is robbing the dead; it is stripping the slain. Give it
+up to-day&mdash;give it up! Oh, how you have been cheated on, my brother,
+from one thing to another! All these years you have been under an evil
+mastery that you understood not. What have your companions done for
+you? What have they done for your health? Nearly ruined it by
+carousal. What have they done for your fortune? Almost scattered it by
+spendthrift behavior. What have they done for your reputation? Almost
+ruined it with good men. What have they done for your immortal soul?
+Almost insured its overthrow.</p>
+
+<p>You are hastening on toward the consummation of all that is sad.
+To-day you stop and think, but it is only for a moment, and then you
+will tramp on, and at the close of this service you will go out, and
+the question will be: &quot;How did you like the sermon?&quot; And one man will
+say: &quot;I liked it very well,&quot; and another man will say: &quot;I didn't like
+it at all;&quot; but neither of the answers will touch the tremendous fact
+that, if impenitent, you are going at eighteen knots an hour toward
+shipwreck! Yea, you are in a battle where you will fall; and while
+your surviving relatives will take your remaining estate, and the
+cemetery will take your body, the messengers of darkness will take
+your soul, and come and go about you for the next ten million years,
+stripping the slain.</p>
+
+<p>Many are crying out: &quot;I admit I am slain, I admit it!&quot; On what
+battle-field, my brothers? By what weapon? &quot;Polluted imagination,&quot;
+says one man; &quot;Intoxicating liquor,&quot; says another man; &quot;My own hard
+heart,&quot; says another man. Do you realize this? Then I come to tell you
+that the omnipotent Christ is ready to walk across this battle-field,
+and revive, and resuscitate, and resurrect your dead soul. Let Him
+take your hand and rub away the numbness; your head, and bathe off the
+aching; your heart, and stop its wild throb. He brought Lazarus to
+life; He brought Jairus' daughter to life; He brought the young man of
+Nain to life, and these are three proofs anyhow that he can bring you
+to life.</p>
+
+<p>When the Philistines came down on the field, they stepped between the
+corpses, and they rolled over the dead, and they took away everything
+that was valuable; and so it was with the people that followed after
+our army at Chancellorsville, and at Pittsburg Landing, and at Stone
+River, and at Atlanta, stripping the slain; but the Northern and
+Southern women&mdash;God bless them!&mdash;came on the field with basins, and
+pads, and towels, and lint, and cordials, and Christian encouragement;
+and the poor fellows that lay there lifted up their arms and said:
+&quot;Oh, how good that does feel since you dressed it!&quot; and others looked
+up and said: &quot;Oh, how you make me think of my mother!&quot; and others
+said: &quot;Tell the folks at home I died thinking about them;&quot; and another
+looked up and said: &quot;Miss, won't you sing me a verse of 'Home, Sweet
+Home,' before I die?&quot; And then the tattoo was sounded, and the hats
+were off, and the service was read: &quot;I am the resurrection and the
+life;&quot; and in honor of the departed the muskets were loaded, and the
+command given: &quot;Take aim&mdash;fire!&quot; And there was a shingle set up at the
+head of the grave, with the epitaph of &quot;Lieutenant &mdash;&mdash; in the
+Fourteenth Massachusetts Regulars,&quot; or &quot;Captain &mdash;&mdash; in the Fifteenth
+Regiment of South Carolina Volunteers.&quot; And so to-night, across this
+great field of moral and spiritual battle, the angels of God come
+walking among the slain, and there are voices of comfort, and voices
+of hope, and voices of resurrection, and voices of heaven.</p>
+
+<p>Christ is ready to give life to the dead. He will make the deaf ear to
+hear, the blind eye to see, the pulseless heart to beat, and the damp
+walls of your spiritual charnel-house will crash into ruin at His cry:
+&quot;Come forth!&quot; I verily believe there are souls in this house who are
+now dead in sin, who in half an hour will be alive forever. There was
+a thrilling dream, a glorious dream&mdash;you may have heard of it. Ezekiel
+closed his eyes, and he saw two mountains, and a valley between the
+mountains. That valley looked as though there had been a great battle
+there, and a whole army had been slain, and they had been unburied;
+and the heat of the land, and the vultures coming there, soon the
+bones were exposed to the sun, and they looked like thousands of
+snow-drifts all through the valley. Frightful spectacle! The bleaching
+skeletons of a host!</p>
+
+<p>But Ezekiel still kept his eyes shut; and lo! there were four
+currents of wind that struck the battle-field, and when those four
+currents of wind met, the bones began to rattle; and the foot came to
+the ankle, and the hand came to the wrist, and the jaws clashed
+together, and the spinal column gathered up the ganglions and the
+nervous fiber, and all the valley wriggled and writhed, and throbbed,
+and rocked, and rose up. There, a man coming to life. There, a hundred
+men. There, a thousand; and all falling into line, waiting for the
+shout of their commander. Ten thousand bleached skeletons springing up
+into ten thousand warriors, panting for the fray. I hope that instead
+of being a dream it may be a prophecy of what we shall see here
+to-day. Let this north wall be one of the mountains, and the south
+wall be taken for another of the mountains, and let all the aisles and
+the pews be the valley between, for there are thousands here to-day
+without one pulsation of spiritual life.</p>
+
+<p>I look off in one direction, and they are dead. I look off in another
+direction, and they are dead. Who will bring them to life? Who shall
+rouse them up? If I should halloo at the top of my voice I could not
+wake them. Wait a moment! Listen! There is a rustling. There is a gale
+from heaven. It comes from the north, and from the south, and from the
+east, and from the west. It shuts us in. It blows upon the slain.
+There a soul begins to move in spiritual life; there, ten souls;
+there, a score of souls; there, a hundred souls. The nostrils
+throbbing in divine respiration, the hands lifted as though to take
+hold of heaven, the tongue moving as in prayer and adoration. Life!
+immortal life coming into the slain. Ten men for God&mdash;fifty&mdash;a
+hundred&mdash;a regiment&mdash;an army for God! Oh, that we might have such a
+scene here to-day! In Ezekiel's words, and in almost a frenzy of
+prayer, I cry: &quot;Come from the four winds, O Breath! and breathe upon
+the slain.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>You will have to surrender your heart to-day to God. You can not take
+the responsibility of fighting against the Spirit in this crisis which
+will decide whether you are to go to heaven or to hell&mdash;to join the
+hallelujahs of the saved, or the lamentations of the lost. You must
+pray. You must repent. You must this day fling your sinful soul on the
+pardoning mercy of God. You must! I see your resolution against God
+giving way, your determination wavering. I break through the breach in
+the wall and follow up the advantage gained, hoping to rout your last
+opposition to Christ, and to make you &quot;ground arms&quot; at the feet of the
+Divine Conqueror. Oh, you must! You must!</p>
+
+<p>The moon does not ask the tides of the Atlantic Ocean to rise. It only
+stoops down with two great hands of light, the one at the European
+beach, and the other at the American beach, and then lifts the great
+layer of molten silver. And God, it seems to me, is now going to lift
+this audience to newness of life. Do you not feel the swellings of the
+great oceanic tides of Divine mercy? My heart is in anguish to have
+you saved. For this I pray, and preach, and long, glad to be called a
+fool for Christ's sake, and your salvation.</p>
+
+<p>Some one replies: &quot;Dear me, I do wish I could have these matters
+arranged with my God. I want to be saved. God knows I want to be
+saved; but you stand there talking about this matter, and you don't
+show me how.&quot; My dear brother, the work has all been done. Christ did
+it with His own torn hand, and lacerated foot, and bleeding side. He
+took your place, and died your death, if you will only believe
+it&mdash;only accept Him as your substitute.</p>
+
+<p>What an amazing pity that any man should go from this house unblessed,
+when such a large blessing is offered him at less cost than you would
+pay for a pin&mdash;&quot;without money and without price.&quot; I have driven down
+to-day with the Lord's ambulance to the battle-field where your soul
+lies exposed to the darkness and the storm, and I want to lift you in,
+and drive off with you toward heaven. Oh, Christians, by your prayers
+help to lift these wounded souls into the ambulance! God forbid that
+any should be left on the field, and that at last eternal sorrow, and
+remorse, and despair should come up around their soul like the bandit
+Philistines to the field of Gilboa, stripping the slain.</p>
+
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="sold_out" id="sold_out"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>SOLD OUT.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">
+&quot;Ye have sold yourselves for nought; and ye shall be redeemed
+ without money.&quot;&mdash;
+<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Isa.</span> lii: 3.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>The Jews had gone headlong into sin, and as a punishment they had been
+carried captive to Babylon. They found that iniquity did not pay.
+Cyrus seized Babylon, and felt so sorry for these poor captive Jews
+that, without a dollar of compensation, he let them go home. So that,
+literally, my text was fulfilled: &quot;Ye have sold yourselves for nought;
+and ye shall be redeemed without money.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>There is enough Gospel in this text for fifty sermons; though I never
+heard of its being preached on. There are persons in this house who
+have, like the Jews of the text, sold out. You do not seem to belong
+either to yourselves or to God. The title-deeds have been passed over
+to &quot;the world, the flesh, and the devil,&quot; but the purchaser has never
+paid up. &quot;Ye have sold yourselves for nought.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>When a man passes himself over to the world he expects to get some
+adequate compensation. He has heard the great things that the world
+does for a man, and he believes it. He wants two hundred and fifty
+thousand dollars. That will be horses, and houses, and a
+summer-resort, and jolly companionship. To get it he parts with his
+physical health by overwork. He parts with his conscience. He parts
+with much domestic enjoyment. He parts with opportunities 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 his nature is gone. He pays down
+the second installment, and one half of his nature is gone. He pays
+down the third installment, and three quarters of his nature are gone;
+and after many years have gone by he pays down the fourth installment,
+and, lo! his entire nature is gone. Then he comes up to the world and
+says: &quot;Good-morning. I have delivered to you the goods. I have passed
+over to you my body, my mind, and my soul, and I have come now to
+collect the two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.&quot; &quot;Two hundred and
+fifty thousand dollars?&quot; says the world. &quot;What do you mean?&quot; &quot;Well,&quot;
+you say, &quot;I come to collect the money you owe me, and I expect you now
+to fulfill your part of the contract.&quot; &quot;But,&quot; says the world, &quot;<i>I have
+failed. I am bankrupt.</i> I can not possibly pay that debt. I have not
+for a long while expected to pay it.&quot; &quot;Well,&quot; you then say, &quot;give me
+back the goods.&quot; &quot;Oh, no,&quot; says the world, &quot;they are all gone. I can
+not give them back to you.&quot; And there you stand on the confines of
+eternity, your spiritual character gone, staggering under the
+consideration that &quot;you have sold yourself for nought.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I tell you the world is a liar; it does not keep its promises. It is a
+cheat, and it fleeces everything it can put its hands on. It is a
+bogus world. It is a six-thousand-year-old swindle. Even if it pays
+the two hundred and fifty thousand dollars for which you contracted,
+it pays them in bonds that will not be worth anything in a little
+while. Just as a man may pay down ten thousand dollars in hard cash
+and get for it worthless scrip&mdash;so the world passes over to you the
+two hundred and fifty thousand dollars in that shape which will not be
+worth a farthing to you a thousandth part of a second after you are
+dead. &quot;Oh,&quot; you say, &quot;it will help to bury me, anyhow.&quot; Oh, my
+brother! you need not worry about that. The world will bury you soon
+enough, from sanitary considerations. After you have been deceased for
+three or four days you will compel the world to bury you.</p>
+
+<p>Post-mortem emoluments are of no use to you. The treasures of this
+world will not pass current in the future world; and if all the 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 not do it. There 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 no cotton in
+them, as to go to this world expecting to find any permanent
+happiness. It has deceived and deluded every man that has ever put his
+trust in it.</p>
+
+<p>History tells us of one who resolved that he would have all his senses
+gratified at one and the same time, and he expended thousands of
+dollars on each sense. He entered a room, and there were the first
+musicians of the land pleasing his ear, and there were fine pictures
+fascinating his eye, and there were costly aromatics regaling his
+nostril, and there were the richest meats, and wines, and fruits, and
+confections pleasing the appetite, and there was a soft couch of
+sinful indulgence on which he reclined; and the man declared afterward
+that he would give ten times what he had given if he could have one
+week of such enjoyment, even though he lost his soul by it. Ah! that
+was the rub. He did lose his soul by it! Cyrus the Conqueror thought
+for a little while that he was making a fine thing out of this world,
+and yet before he came to his grave he wrote out this pitiful epitaph
+for his monument: &quot;I am Cyrus. I occupied the Persian Empire. I was
+king over Asia. Begrudge me not this monument.&quot; But the world in after
+years plowed up his sepulcher.</p>
+
+<p>The world clapped its hands and stamped its feet in honor of Charles
+Lamb; but what does he say? &quot;I walk up and down, thinking I am happy,
+but feeling I am not.&quot; Call the roll, and be quick about it. Samuel
+Johnson, the learned! Happy? &quot;No. I am afraid I shall some day get
+crazy.&quot; William Hazlitt, the great essayist! Happy? &quot;No. I have been
+for two hours and a half going up and down Paternoster Row with a
+volcano in my breast.&quot; Smollett, the witty author! Happy? &quot;No. I am
+sick of praise and blame, and I wish to God that I had such
+circumstances around me that I could throw my pen into oblivion.&quot;
+Buchanan, the world-renowned writer, exiled from his own country,
+appealing to Henry VIII. for protection! Happy? &quot;No. Over mountains
+covered with snow, and through valleys flooded with rain, I come a
+fugitive.&quot; Moli&egrave;re, the popular dramatic author! Happy? &quot;No. That
+wretch of an actor just now recited four of my lines without the
+proper accent and gesture. To have the children of my brain so hung,
+drawn, and quartered, tortures me like a condemned spirit.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I went to see a worldling die. As I went into the hall I saw its floor
+was tessellated, and its wall was a picture-gallery. I found his
+death-chamber adorned with tapestry until it seemed as if the clouds
+of the setting sun had settled in the room. The man had given forty
+years to the world&mdash;his wit, his time, his genius, his talent, his
+soul. Did the world come in to stand by his death-bed, and clearing
+off the vials of bitter medicine, put down any compensation? Oh, no!
+The world does not like sick and dying people, and leaves them in the
+lurch. It ruined this man, and then left him. He had a magnificent
+funeral. All the ministers wore scarfs, and there were forty-three
+carriages in a row; but the departed man appreciated not the
+obsequies.</p>
+
+<p>I want to persuade my audience that this world is a poor investment;
+that it does not pay ninety per cent. of satisfaction, nor eighty per
+cent., nor twenty per cent., nor two per cent., nor one; that it gives
+no solace when a dead babe lies on your lap; that it gives no peace
+when conscience rings its alarm; that it gives no explanation in the
+day of dire trouble; and at the time of your decease it takes hold of
+the pillow-case, and shakes out the feathers, and then jolts down in
+the place thereof sighs, and groans, and execrations, and then makes
+you put your head on it. Oh, ye who have tried this world, is it a
+satisfactory portion? Would you advise your friends to make the
+investment? No. &quot;Ye have sold yourselves for nought.&quot; Your conscience
+went. Your hope went. Your Bible went. Your heaven went. Your God
+went. When a sheriff under a writ from the courts sells a man out, the
+officer generally leaves a few chairs and a bed, and a few cups and
+knives; but in this awful vendue in which you have been engaged the
+auctioneer's mallet has come down upon body, mind, and soul: Going!
+Gone! &quot;Ye have sold yourselves for nought.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>How could you do so? Did you think that your soul was a mere trinket
+which for a few pennies you could buy in a toy shop? Did you think
+that your soul, if once lost, might be found again if you went out
+with torches and lanterns? Did you think that your soul was
+short-lived, and that, panting, it would soon lie down for extinction?
+Or had you no idea what your soul was worth? Did you ever put your
+forefingers on its eternal pulses? Have you never felt the quiver of
+its peerless wing? Have you not known that, after leaving the body,
+the first step of your soul reaches to the stars, and the next step to
+the furthest outposts of God's universe, and that it will not die
+until the day when the everlasting Jehovah expires? Oh, my brother,
+what possessed you that you should part with your soul so cheap? &quot;Ye
+have sold yourselves for nought.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>But I have some good news to tell you. I want to engage in a
+litigation for the recovery of that soul of yours. I want to show that
+you have been cheated out of it. I want to prove, as I will, that you
+were crazy on that subject, and that the world, under such
+circumstances, has no right to take the title-deed from you; and if
+you will join me I shall get a decree from the High Chancery Court of
+Heaven reinstating you into the possession of your soul. &quot;Oh,&quot; you
+say, &quot;I am afraid of lawsuits; they are so expensive, and I can not
+pay the cost.&quot; Then have you forgotten the last half of my text? &quot;Ye
+have sold yourselves for nought; and ye shall be redeemed without
+money.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Money is good for a great many things, but it can not do anything in
+this matter of the soul. You can not buy your way through. Dollars and
+pounds sterling mean nothing at the gate of mercy. If you could buy
+your salvation, heaven would be a great speculation, an extension of
+Wall Street. Bad men would go up and buy out the place, and leave us
+to shift for ourselves. But as money is not a lawful tender, what is?
+I will answer: Blood! Whose? Are we to go through the slaughter? Oh,
+no; it wants richer blood than ours. It wants a king's blood. It must
+be poured from royal arteries. It must be a sinless torrent. But where
+is the king? I see a great many thrones and a great many occupants,
+yet none seem to be coming down to the rescue. But after awhile the
+clock of night in Bethlehem strikes twelve, and the silver pendulum of
+a star swings across the sky, and I see the King of Heaven rising up,
+and He descends, and steps down from star to star, and from cloud to
+cloud, lower and lower, until He touches the sheep-covered hills, and
+then on to another hill, this last skull-covered, and there, at the
+sharp stroke of persecution, a rill incarnadine trickles down, and we
+who could not be redeemed by money are redeemed by precious and
+imperial blood.</p>
+
+<p>We have in this day professed Christians who are so rarefied and
+etherealized that they do not want a religion of blood. What do you
+want? You seem to want a religion of brains. The Bible says: &quot;In the
+blood is the life.&quot; No atonement without blood. Ought not the apostle
+to know? What did he say? &quot;Ye are redeemed not with corruptible
+things, such as silver and gold, but by the precious blood of Christ.&quot;
+You put your lancet into the arm of our holy religion and withdraw the
+blood, and you leave it a mere corpse, fit only for the grave. Why did
+God command the priests of old to strike the knife into the kid, and
+the goat, and the pigeon, and the bullock, and the lamb? It was so
+that when the blood rushed out from these animals on the floor of the
+ancient tabernacle the people should be compelled to think of the
+coming carnage of the Son of God. No blood, no atonement.</p>
+
+<p>I think that God intended to impress us with the vividness of that
+color. The green of the grass, the blue of the sky, would not have
+startled and aroused us like this deep crimson. It is as if God had
+said: &quot;Now, sinner, wake up and see what the Saviour endured for you.
+This is not water. This is not wine. It is blood. It is the blood of
+my own Son. It is the blood of the Immaculate. It is the blood of
+God.&quot; Without the shedding of blood is no remission. There has been
+many a man who in courts of law has pleaded &quot;not guilty,&quot; who
+nevertheless has been condemned because there was blood found on his
+hands, or blood found in his room; and what shall we do in the last
+day if it be found that we have recrucified the Lord of Glory and have
+never repented of it? You must believe in the blood or die. No
+escape. Unless you let the sacrifice of Jesus go in your stead you
+yourself must suffer. It is either Christ's blood or your blood.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh,&quot; says some one, &quot;the thought of blood sickens me.&quot; Good. God
+intended it to sicken you with your sin. Do not act as though you had
+nothing to do with that Calvarian massacre. You had. Your sins were
+the implements of torture. Those implements were not made of steel,
+and iron, and wood, so much as out of your sins. Guilty of this
+homicide, and this regicide, and this deicide, confess your guilt
+to-day. Ten thousand voices of heaven bring in the verdict against you
+of guilty, guilty. Prepare to die, or believe in that blood. Stretch
+yourself out for the sacrifice, or accept the Saviour's sacrifice. Do
+not fling away your one chance.</p>
+
+<p>It seems to me as if all heaven were trying to bid in your soul. The
+first bid it makes is the tears of Christ at the tomb of Lazarus; but
+that is not a high enough price. The next bid heaven makes is the
+sweat of Gethsemane; but it is too cheap a price. The next bid heaven
+makes seems to be the whipped back of Pilate's hall; but it is not a
+high enough price. Can it be possible that heaven can not buy you in?
+Heaven tries once more. It says: &quot;I bid this time for that man's soul
+the tortures of Christ's martyrdom, 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 knee, the blood on His foot&mdash;the blood
+in drops, the blood in rills, the blood in pools coagulated beneath
+the cross; the blood that wet the tips of the soldiers' spears, the
+blood that plashed warm in the faces of His enemies.&quot; Glory to God,
+that bid wins it! The highest price that was ever paid for anything
+was paid for your soul. Nothing could buy it but blood! The estranged
+property is bought back. Take it. &quot;You have sold yourselves for
+nought; and ye shall be redeemed without money.&quot; O atoning blood,
+cleansing blood, life-giving blood, sanctifying blood, glorifying
+blood of Jesus! Why not burst into tears at the thought that for thee
+He shed it&mdash;for thee the hard-hearted, for thee the lost?</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No,&quot; says some one; &quot;I will have nothing to do with it except that,
+like the Jews, I put both my hands into that carnage and scoop up both
+palms full, and throw it on my head and cry: 'His blood be on us and
+on our children!'&quot; Can you do such a shocking thing as that? Just rub
+your handkerchief across your brow and look at it. It is the blood of
+the Son of God whom you have despised and driven back all these years.
+Oh, do not do that any longer! Come out frankly and boldly and
+honestly, and tell Christ you are sorry. You can not afford to so
+roughly treat Him upon whom everything depends.</p>
+
+<p>I do not know how you will get away from this subject. You see that
+you are sold out, and that Christ wants to buy you back. There are
+three persons who come after you to-night: God the Father, God the
+Son, and God the Holy Ghost. They unite their three omnipotences in
+one movement for your salvation. You will not take up arms against the
+Triune God, will you? Is there enough muscle in your arm for such a
+combat? By the highest throne in heaven, and by the deepest chasm in
+hell, I beg you look out. Unless you allow Christ to carry away your
+sins, they will carry you away. Unless you allow Christ to lift you
+up, they will drag you down. There is only one hope for you, and that
+is the blood. Christ, the sin-offering, bearing your transgressions.
+Christ, the surety, paying your debts. Christ, the divine Cyrus,
+loosening your Babylonish captivity.</p>
+
+<p>Would you not like to be free? Here is the price of your
+liberation&mdash;not money, but blood. I tremble from head to foot, not
+because I fear your presence, for I am used to that, but because I
+fear that you will miss your chance for immortal rescue, and die. This
+is the alternative divinely put: &quot;He that believeth on the Son shall
+have everlasting life; and he that believeth not on the Son shall not
+see life, but the wrath of God abideth on him.&quot; In the last day, if
+you now reject Christ, every drop of that sacrificial blood, instead
+of pleading for your release as it would have pleaded if you had
+repented, will plead against you. It will seem to say: &quot;They refused
+the ransom; they chose to die; let them die; they must die. Down with
+them to the weeping and the wailing. Depart! go away from me. You
+would not have me, now I will not have you. Sold out for eternity.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>O Lord God of the judgment day! avert that calamity! Let us see the
+quick flash of the cimeter that slays the sin but saves the sinner.
+Strike, omnipotent God, for the soul's deliverance! Beat, O eternal
+sea! with all thy waves against the barren beach of that rocky soul,
+and make it tremble. Oh! the oppressiveness of the hour, the minute,
+the second, on which the soul's destiny quivers, and this is that
+hour, that minute, that second!</p>
+
+<p>I wonder what proportion of this audience will be saved? What
+proportion will be lost? When the &quot;Schiller&quot; went down, out of three
+hundred and eighty people only forty were saved. When the &quot;Ville du
+Havre&quot; went down, out of three hundred and forty about fifty were
+saved. Out of this audience to-day, how many will get to the shore of
+heaven? It is no idle question for me to ask, for many of you I shall
+never see again until the day when the books are open.</p>
+
+<p>Some years ago there came down a fierce storm on the sea-coast, and a
+vessel got in the breakers and was going to pieces. They threw up some
+signal of distress, and the people on the shore saw them. They put out
+in a life-boat. They came on, and they saw the poor sailors, almost
+exhausted, clinging to a raft; and so afraid were the boatmen that the
+men would give up before they got to them, they gave them three rounds
+of cheers, and cried: &quot;Hold on, there! Hold on! We'll save you!&quot; After
+awhile the boat came up. One man was saved by having the boat-hook put
+in the collar of his coat; and some in one way, and some in another;
+but they all got into the boat. &quot;Now,&quot; says the captain, &quot;for the
+shore. Pull away now, pull!&quot; The people on the land were afraid the
+life-boat had gone down. They said: &quot;How long the boat stays. Why, it
+must have been swamped, and they have all perished together.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>And there were men and women on the pier-heads and on the beach
+wringing their hands; and while they waited and watched, they saw
+something looming up through the mist, and it turned out to be the
+life-boat. As soon as it came within speaking distance the people on
+the shore cried out: &quot;Did you save any of them? Did you save any of
+them?&quot; And as the boat swept through the boiling surf and came to the
+pier-head, the captain waved his hand over the exhausted sailors that
+lay flat on the bottom of the boat, and cried: &quot;All saved! Thank God!
+All saved!&quot; So may it be to-day. The waves of your sin run high, the
+storm is on you, the danger is appalling. Oh! shipwrecked soul, I have
+come for you. I cheer you with this Gospel hope. God grant that within
+the next ten minutes we may row with you into the harbor of God's
+mercy. And when these Christian men gather around to see the result of
+this service, and the glorified gathering on the pier-heads of heaven
+to watch and to listen, may we be able to report all saved! Young and
+old, good and bad! All saved! Saved from sin, and death, and hell.
+Saved for time. Saved for eternity. &quot;And so it came to pass that they
+all escaped safe to land.&quot;</p>
+
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+
+<a name="summer_temptations" id="summer_temptations"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>SUMMER TEMPTATIONS.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">&quot;Come ye yourselves apart unto a desert place and rest
+ awhile.&quot;&mdash;<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Mark</span> vi: 31.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>Here Christ advises His apostles to take a vacation. They have been
+living an excited as well as a useful life, and He advises that they
+get out into the country. When, six weeks ago, standing in this place,
+I advocated, with all the energy I could command, the Saturday
+afternoon holiday, I did not think the people would so soon get that
+release. By divine fiat it has come, and I rejoice that more people
+will have opportunity of recreation this summer than in any previous
+summer. Others will have whole weeks and months of rest. The railway
+trains are being laden with passengers and baggage on their way to the
+mountains and the lakes and the sea-shore. Multitudes of our citizens
+are packing their trunks for a restorative absence.</p>
+
+<p>The city heats are pursuing the people with torch and fear of
+sunstroke. The long silent halls of sumptuous hotels are all abuzz
+with excited arrivals. The crystalline surface of Winnipiseogee is
+shattered with the stroke of steamer, laden with excursionists. The
+antlers of Adirondack deer rattle under the shot of city sportsmen.
+The trout make fatal snaps at the hook of adroit sportsmen and toss
+their spotted brilliance into the game-basket. Already the baton of
+the orchestral leader taps the music-stand on the hotel green, and
+American life puts on festal array, and the rumbling of the tenpin
+alley, and the crack of the ivory balls on the green-baized billiard
+tables, and the jolting of the bar-room goblets, and the explosive
+uncorking of champagne bottles, and the whirl and the rustle of the
+ball-room dance, and the clattering hoofs of the race-courses, attest
+that the season for the great American watering-places is fairly
+inaugurated. Music&mdash;flute and drum and cornet-&agrave;-piston and clapping
+cymbals&mdash;will wake the echoes of the mountains.</p>
+
+<p>Glad I am that fagged-out American life for the most part will have an
+opportunity to rest, and that nerves racked and destroyed will find a
+Bethesda. I believe in watering-places. Let not the commercial firm
+begrudge the clerk, or the employer the journeyman, or the patient the
+physician, or the church its pastor, a season of inoccupation. Luther
+used to sport with his children; Edmund Burke used to caress his
+favorite horse; Thomas Chalmers, in the dark hours of the church's
+disruption, played kite for recreation&mdash;as I was told by his own
+daughter&mdash;and the busy Christ said to the busy apostles: &quot;Come ye
+apart awhile into the desert and rest yourselves.&quot; And I have observed
+that they who do not know how to rest do not know how to work.</p>
+
+<p>But I have to declare this truth to-day, that some of our fashionable
+watering-places are the temporal and eternal destruction of &quot;a
+multitude that no man can number,&quot; and amid the congratulations of
+this season and the prospect of the departure of many of you for the
+country I must utter a note of warning&mdash;plain, earnest, and
+unmistakable.</p>
+
+<p>I. The first temptation that is apt to hover in this direction is to
+leave your piety all at home. You will send the dog and cat and canary
+bird to be well cared for somewhere else; but the temptation will be
+to leave your religion in the room with the blinds down and the door
+bolted, and then you will come back in the autumn to find that it is
+starved and suffocated, lying stretched on the rug stark dead. There
+is no surplus of piety at the watering-places. I never knew any one to
+grow very rapidly in grace at the Catskill Mountain House, or Sharon
+Springs, or the Falls of Montmorency. It is generally the case that
+the Sabbath is more of a carousal than any other day, and there are
+Sunday walks and Sunday rides and Sunday excursions.</p>
+
+<p>Elders and deacons and ministers of religion who are entirely
+consistent at home, sometimes when the Sabbath dawns on them at
+Niagara Falls or the White Mountains take the day to themselves. If
+they go to the church, it is apt to be a sacred parade, and the
+discourse, instead of being a plain talk about the soul, is apt to be
+what is called <i>a crack sermon</i>&mdash;that is, some discourse picked out of
+the effusions of the year as the one most adapted to excite
+admiration; and in those churches, from the way the ladies hold their
+fans, you know that they are not so much impressed with the heat as
+with the picturesqueness of half-disclosed features. Four puny souls
+stand in the organ-loft and squall a tune that nobody knows, and
+worshipers, with two thousand dollars' worth of diamonds on the right
+hand, drop a cent into the poor-box, and then the benediction is
+pronounced and the farce is ended.</p>
+
+<p>The toughest thing I ever tried to do was to be good at a
+watering-place. The air is bewitched with &quot;the world, the flesh, and
+the devil.&quot; There are Christians who in three or four weeks in such a
+place have had such terrible rents made in their Christian robe that
+they had to keep darning it until Christmas to get it mended! The
+health of a great many people makes an annual visit to some mineral
+spring an absolute necessity; but, my dear people, take your Bible
+along with you, and take an hour for secret prayer every day, though
+you be surrounded by guffaw and saturnalia. Keep holy the Sabbath,
+though they denounce you as a bigoted Puritan. Stand off from those
+institutions which propose to imitate on this side the water the
+iniquities of Baden-Baden. Let your moral and your immortal health
+keep pace with your physical recuperation, and remember that all the
+waters of Hathorne and sulphur and chalybeate springs can not do you
+so much good as the mineral, healing, perennial flood that breaks
+forth from the &quot;Rock of Ages.&quot; This may be your last summer. If so,
+make it a fit vestibule of heaven.</p>
+
+<p>II. Another temptation around nearly all our watering-places is the
+horse-racing business. We all admire the horse. There needs to be a
+redistribution of coronets among the brute creation. For ages the lion
+has been called the king of beasts. I knock off its coronet and put
+the crown upon the horse, in every way nobler, whether in shape or
+spirit or sagacity or intelligence or affection or usefulness. He is
+semi-human, and knows how to reason on a small scale. The centaur of
+olden times, part horse and part man, seems to be a suggestion of the
+fact that the horse is something more than a beast.</p>
+
+<p>Job sets forth his strength, his beauty, his majesty, the panting of
+his nostril, the pawing of his hoof, and his enthusiasm for the
+battle. What Rosa Bonheur did for the cattle, and what Landseer did
+for the dog, Job, with mightier pencil, does for the horse.
+Eighty-eight times does the Bible speak of him. He comes into every
+kingly procession and into every great occasion and into every
+triumph. It is very evident that Job and David and Isaiah and Ezekiel
+and Jeremiah and John were fond of the horse. He came into much of
+their imagery. A red horse&mdash;that meant war; a black horse&mdash;that meant
+famine; a pale horse&mdash;that meant death; a white horse&mdash;that meant
+victory.</p>
+
+<p>As the Bible makes a favorite of the horse, the patriarch and the
+prophet and the evangelist and the apostle, stroking his sleek hide,
+and patting his rounded neck, and tenderly lifting his exquisitely
+formed hoof, and listening with a thrill to the champ of his bit, so
+all great natures in all ages have spoken of him in encomiastic terms.
+Virgil in his Georgics almost seems to plagiarize from the description
+of Job. The Duke of Wellington would not allow any one irreverently to
+touch his old war-horse, Copenhagen, on whom he had ridden fifteen
+hours without dismounting at Waterloo; and when old Copenhagen died,
+his master ordered a military salute fired over his grave. John
+Howard showed that he did not exhaust all his sympathies in pitying
+the human race, for when sick he writes home: &quot;Has my old chaise-horse
+become sick or spoiled?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>But we do not think that the speed of the horse should be cultured at
+the expense of human degradation. Horse-races, in olden times, were
+under the ban of Christian people, and in our day the same institution
+has come up under fictitious names, and it is called a &quot;Summer
+Meeting,&quot; almost suggestive of positive religious exercises. And it is
+called an &quot;Agricultural Fair,&quot; suggestive of everything that is
+improving in the art of farming. But under these deceptive titles are
+the same cheating and the same betting, the same drunkenness and the
+same vagabondage and the same abominations that were to be found under
+the old horse-racing system.</p>
+
+<p>I never knew a man yet who could give himself to the pleasures of the
+turf for a long reach of time, and not be battered in morals. They
+hook up their spanking team, and put on their sporting-cap, and light
+their cigar, and take the reins, and dash down the road to perdition.
+The great day at Saratoga, and Long Branch, and Cape May, and nearly
+all the other watering-places, is the day of the races. The hotels are
+thronged, nearly every kind of equipage is taken up at an almost
+fabulous price, and there are many respectable people mingling with
+jockeys, and gamblers, and libertines, and foul-mouthed men and flashy
+women. The bar-tender stirs up the brandy-smash. The bets run high.
+The greenhorns, supposing all is fair, put in their money soon enough
+to lose it. Three weeks before the race takes place the struggle is
+decided, and the men in the secret know on which steed to bet their
+money. The two men on the horses riding around long before arranged
+who shall beat.</p>
+
+<p>Leaning from the stand or from the carriage are men and women so
+absorbed in the struggle of bone and muscle and mettle that they make
+a grand harvest for the pickpockets, who carry off the pocket-books
+and portemonnaies. Men looking on see only two horses with two riders
+flying around the ring; but there is many a man on that stand whose
+honor and domestic happiness and fortune&mdash;white mane, white foot,
+white flank&mdash;are in the ring, racing with inebriety, and with fraud,
+and with profanity, and with ruin&mdash;black neck, black foot, black
+flank. Neck and neck they go in that moral Epsom.</p>
+
+<p>Ah, my friends, have nothing to do with horse-racing dissipations this
+summer. Long ago the English government got through looking to the
+turf for the dragoon and light-cavalry horse. They found the turf
+depreciates the stock, and it is yet worse for men. Thomas Hughes, the
+member of parliament and the author, known all the world over, hearing
+that a new turf enterprise was being started in this country, wrote a
+letter, in which he said: &quot;Heaven help you, then; for of all the
+cankers of our old civilization there is nothing in this country
+approaching in unblushing meanness, in rascality holding its head
+high, to this belauded institution of the British turf.&quot; Another
+famous sportsman writes: &quot;How many fine domains have been shared among
+these hosts of rapacious sharks during the last two hundred years; and
+unless the system be altered, how many more are doomed to fall into
+the same gulf!&quot; The Duke of Hamilton, through his horse-racing
+proclivities, in three years got through his entire fortune of
+&pound;70,000, and I will say that some of you are being undermined by it.
+With the bull-fights of Spain and the bear-baitings of the pit may the
+Lord God annihilate the infamous and accursed horse-racing of England
+and America.</p>
+
+<p>III. I go further, and speak of another temptation that hovers over
+the watering-places; and this is the temptation to sacrifice physical
+strength. The modern Bethesda was intended to recuperate the physical
+health; and yet how many come from the watering-places, their health
+absolutely destroyed! New York and Brooklyn idiots boasting of having
+imbibed twenty glasses of Congress water before breakfast. Families
+accustomed to going to bed at ten o'clock at night gossiping until one
+or two o'clock in the morning. Dyspeptics, usually very cautious about
+their health, mingling ice-creams, and lemons, and lobster-salads, and
+cocoa-nuts, until the gastric juices lift up all their voices of
+lamentation and protest. Delicate women and brainless young men
+chassezing themselves into vertigo and catalepsy. Thousands of men and
+women coming back from our watering-places in the autumn with the
+foundations laid for ailments that will last them all their life long.
+You know as well as I do that this is the simple truth.</p>
+
+<p>In the summer you say to your good health: &quot;Good-bye, I am going to
+have a good time for a little while. I will be very glad to see you
+again in the autumn.&quot; Then in the autumn, when you are hard at work in
+your office, or store, or shop, or counting-room, Good Health will
+come and say: &quot;Good-bye, I am going.&quot; You say: &quot;Where are you going?&quot;
+&quot;Oh,&quot; says Good Health, &quot;I am going to take a vacation!&quot; It is a poor
+rule that will not work both ways, and your good health will leave you
+choleric and splenetic and exhausted. You coquetted with your good
+health in the summer-time, and your good health is coquetting with you
+in the winter-time. A fragment of Paul's charge to the jailer would be
+an appropriate inscription for the hotel-register in every
+watering-place: &quot;Do thyself no harm.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>IV. Another temptation hovering around the watering-place is to the
+formation of hasty and life-long alliances. The watering-places are
+responsible for more of the domestic infelicities of this country than
+all the other things combined. Society is so artificial there that no
+sure judgment of character can be formed. Those who form
+companionships amid such circumstances go into a lottery where there
+are twenty blanks to one prize. In the severe tug of life you want
+more than glitter and splash. Life is not a ball-room where the music
+decides the step, and bow and prance and graceful swing of long trail
+can make up for strong common sense. You might as well go among the
+gayly painted yachts of a summer regatta to find war vessels as to go
+among the light spray of the summer watering-place to find character
+that can stand the test of the great struggle of human life. Ah, in
+the battle of life you want a stronger weapon than a lace fan or a
+croquet mallet! The load of life is so heavy that in order to draw it,
+you want a team stronger than one made up of a masculine grasshopper
+and a feminine butterfly.</p>
+
+<p>If there is any man in the community that excites my contempt, and
+that ought to excite the contempt of every man and woman, it is the
+soft-handed, soft-headed fop, who, perfumed until the air is actually
+sick, spends his summer in taking killing attitudes, and waving
+sentimental adieus, and talking infinitesimal nothings, and finding
+his heaven in the set of a lavender kid-glove. Boots as tight as an
+Inquisition, two hours of consummate skill exhibited in the tie of a
+flaming cravat, his conversation made up of &quot;Ah's&quot; and &quot;Oh's&quot; and
+&quot;He-hee's.&quot; It would take five hundred of them stewed down to make a
+teaspoonful of calves-foot jelly. There is only one counterpart to
+such a man as that, and that is the frothy young woman at the
+watering-place, her conversation made up of French moonshine; what she
+has on her head only equaled by what she has on her back; useless ever
+since she was born, and to be useless until she is dead: and what they
+will do with her in the next world I do not know, except to set her
+upon the banks of the River Life for eternity to look sweet! God
+intends us to admire music and fair faces and graceful step, but amid
+the heartlessness and the inflation and the fantastic influences of
+our modern watering-places, beware how you make life-long covenants!</p>
+
+<p>V. Another temptation that will hover over the watering-place is that
+of baneful literature. Almost every one starting off for the summer
+takes some reading matter. It is a book out of the library or off the
+bookstand, or bought of the boy hawking books through the cars. I
+really believe there is more pestiferous trash read among the
+intelligent classes in July and August than in all the other ten
+months of the year. Men and women who at home would not be satisfied
+with a book that was not really sensible, I found sitting on
+hotel-piazzas or under the trees reading books the index of which
+would make them blush if they knew that you knew what the book was.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh,&quot; they say, &quot;you must have intellectual recreation!&quot; Yes. There is
+no need that you take along into a watering-place &quot;Hamilton's
+Metaphysics&quot; or some thunderous discourse on the eternal decrees, or
+&quot;Faraday's Philosophy.&quot; There are many easy books that are good. You
+might as well say: &quot;I propose now to give a little rest to my
+digestive organs; and, instead of eating heavy meat and vegetables, I
+will for a little while take lighter food&mdash;a little strychnine and a
+few grains of ratsbane.&quot; Literary poison in August is as bad as
+literary poison in December. Mark that. Do not let the frogs and the
+lice of a corrupt printing-press jump and crawl into your Saratoga
+trunk or White Mountain valise.</p>
+
+<p>Would it not be an awful thing for you to be struck with lightning
+some day when you had in your hand one of these paper-covered
+romances&mdash;the hero a Parisian <i>rou&eacute;</i>, the heroine an unprincipled
+flirt&mdash;chapters in the book that you would not read to your children
+at the rate of $100 a line? Throw out all that stuff from your summer
+baggage. Are there not good books that are easy to read&mdash;books of
+entertaining travel, books of congenial history, books of pure fun,
+books of poetry ringing with merry canto, books of fine engravings,
+books that will rest the mind as well as purify the heart and elevate
+the whole life? My hearers, there will not be an hour between this
+and the day of your death when you can afford to read a book lacking
+in moral principle.</p>
+
+<p>VI. Another temptation hovering all around our watering-places is the
+intoxicating beverage. I am told that it is becoming more and more
+fashionable for woman to drink. I care not how well a woman may dress,
+if she has taken enough of wine to flush her cheek and put glassiness
+on her eyes, she is intoxicated. She may be handed into a $2500
+carriage, and have diamonds enough to confound the Tiffanys&mdash;she is
+intoxicated. She may be a graduate of Packer Institute, and the
+daughter of some man in danger of being nominated for the
+Presidency&mdash;she is drunk. You may have a larger vocabulary than I
+have, and you may say in regard to her that she is &quot;convivial,&quot; or she
+is &quot;merry,&quot; or she is &quot;festive,&quot; or she is &quot;exhilarated,&quot; but you can
+not with all your garlands of verbiage cover up the plain fact that it
+is an old-fashioned case of drunk.</p>
+
+<p>Now, the watering-places are full of temptations to men and women to
+tipple. At the close of the tenpin or billiard-game they tipple. At
+the close of the cotillon they tipple. Seated on the piazza cooling
+themselves off they tipple. The tinged glasses come around with bright
+straws, and they tipple. First they take &quot;light wines,&quot; as they call
+them; but &quot;light wines&quot; are heavy enough to debase the appetite. There
+is not a very long road between champagne at $5 a bottle and whiskey
+at five cents a glass.</p>
+
+<p>Satan has three or four grades down which he takes men to destruction.
+One man he takes up, and through one spree pitches him into eternal
+darkness. That is a rare case. Very seldom, indeed, can you find a man
+who will be such a fool as that.</p>
+
+<p>When a man goes down to destruction Satan brings him to a plane. It is
+almost a level. The depression is so slight that you can hardly see
+it. The man does not actually know that he is on the down grade, and
+it tips only a little toward darkness&mdash;just a little. And the first
+mile it is claret, and the second mile it is sherry, and the third
+mile it is punch, and the fourth mile it is ale, and the fifth mile it
+is porter, and the sixth mile it is brandy, and then it gets steeper
+and steeper and steeper, and the man gets frightened and says, &quot;Oh,
+let me get off!&quot; &quot;No,&quot; says the conductor, &quot;this is an express train,
+and it does not stop until it gets to the Grand Central Depot at
+Smashupton.&quot; Ah, &quot;look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it
+giveth its color in the cup, when it moveth itself aright. At the last
+it biteth like a serpent and stingeth like an adder.&quot; And if any young
+man in my congregation should get astray this summer in this direction
+it will not be because I have not given him fair warning.</p>
+
+<p>My friends, whether you tarry at home&mdash;which will be quite as safe and
+perhaps quite as comfortable&mdash;or go into the country, arm yourself
+against temptation. The grace of God is the only safe shelter, whether
+in town or country. There are watering-places accessible to all of us.
+You can not open a book of the Bible without finding out some such
+watering-place. Fountains open for sin and uncleanliness; wells of
+salvation; streams from Lebanon; a flood struck out of the rock by
+Moses; fountains in the wilderness discovered by Hagar; water to
+drink and water to bathe in; the river of God, which is full of water;
+water of which if a man drink he shall never thirst; wells of water in
+the Valley of Baca; living fountains of water; a pure river of water
+as clear as crystal from under the throne of God.</p>
+
+<p>These are watering-places accessible to all of us. We do not have a
+laborious packing up before we start&mdash;only the throwing away of our
+transgressions. No expensive hotel bills to pay; it is &quot;without money
+and without price.&quot; No long and dirty travel before we get there; it
+is only one step away. California in five minutes. I walked around and
+saw ten fountains, all bubbling up, and they were all different. And
+in five minutes I can get through this Bible <i>parterre</i> and find you
+fifty bright, sparkling fountains bubbling up into eternal life.</p>
+
+<p>A chemist will go to one of these summer watering-places and take the
+water and analyze it and tell you that it contains so much of iron,
+and so much of soda, and so much of lime, and so much of magnesia. I
+come to this Gospel well, this living fountain and analyze the water,
+and I find that its ingredients are peace, pardon, forgiveness, hope,
+comfort, life, heaven. &quot;Ho, every one that thirsteth, come ye&quot; to this
+watering-place!</p>
+
+<p>Crowd around this Bethesda this morning! Oh, you sick, you lame, you
+troubled, you dying&mdash;crowd around this Bethesda! Step in it! Oh, step
+in it! The angel of the covenant this morning stirs the water. Why do
+you not step in it? Some of you are too weak to take a step in that
+direction. Then we take you up in the arms of our closing prayer and
+plunge you clean under the wave, hoping that the cure may be as sudden
+and as radical as with Captain Naaman, who, blotched and carbuncled,
+stepped into the Jordan, and after the seventh dive came up, his skin
+roseate-complexioned as the flesh of a little child.</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+
+<a name="the_banished_queen" id="the_banished_queen"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>THE BANISHED QUEEN.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">
+&quot;Also Vashti the queen made a feast for the women in the royal
+ house which belonged to King Ahasuerus. On the seventh day
+ when the heart of the king was merry with wine, he commanded
+ Mehuman, Biztha, Harbona, Bigtha, and Abagtha, Zethar, and
+ Carcas, the seven chamberlains that served in the presence of
+ Ahasuerus the king, to bring Vashti the queen before the king
+ with the crown royal, to show the people and the princes her
+ beauty: for she was fair to look on. But the Queen Vashti
+ refused to come at the king's commandment by his chamberlains;
+ therefore was the king very wroth, and his anger burned in
+ him.&quot;&mdash;<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Esther</span> i: 9-12.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>We stand amid the palaces of Shushan. The pinnacles are aflame with
+the morning light. The columns rise festooned and wreathed, the wealth
+of empires flashing from the grooves; the ceilings adorned with images
+of bird and beast, and scenes of prowess and conquest. The walls are
+hung with shields, and emblazoned until it seems that the whole round
+of splendors is exhausted. Each arch is a mighty leaf of architectural
+achievement. Golden stars shining down on glowing arabesque. Hangings
+of embroidered work in which mingle the blueness of the sky, the
+greenness of the grass, and the whiteness of the sea-foam. Tapestries
+hung on silver rings, wedding together the pillars of marble.
+Pavilions reaching out in every direction. These for repose, filled
+with luxuriant couches, in which weary limbs sink until all fatigue is
+submerged. Those for carousal, where kings drink down a kingdom at one
+swallow.</p>
+
+<p>Amazing spectacle!</p>
+
+<p>Light of silver dripping down over stairs of ivory on shields of gold.
+Floors of stained marble, sunset red and night black, and inlaid with
+gleaming pearl.</p>
+
+<p>In connection with this palace there is a garden, where the mighty men
+of foreign lands are seated at a banquet. Under the spread of oak and
+linden and acacia the tables are arranged. The breath of honeysuckle
+and frankincense fills the air. Fountains leap up into the light, the
+spray struck through with rainbows falling in crystalline baptism upon
+flowering shrubs&mdash;then rolling down through channels of marble, and
+widening out here and there into pools swirling with the finny tribes
+of foreign aquariums, bordered with scarlet anemones, hypericums, and
+many-colored ranunculi.</p>
+
+<p>Meats of rarest bird and beast smoking up amid wreaths of aromatics.
+The vases filled with apricots and almonds. The baskets piled up with
+apricots and figs and oranges and pomegranates. Melons tastefully
+twined with leaves of acacia. The bright waters of Eul&aelig;us filling the
+urns and dropping outside the rim in flashing beads amid the
+traceries. Wine from the royal vats of Ispahan and Shiraz, in bottles
+of tinged shell, and lily-shaped cups of silver, and flagons and
+tankards of solid gold. The music rises higher, and the revelry breaks
+out into wilder transport, and the wine has flushed the cheek and
+touched the brain, and louder than all other voices are the hiccough
+of the inebriates, the gabble of fools, and the song of the drunkards.</p>
+
+<p>In another part of the palace, Queen Vashti is entertaining the
+princesses of Persia at a banquet. Drunken Ahasuerus says to his
+servants, &quot;You go out and fetch Vashti from, that banquet with the
+women, and bring her to this banquet with the men, and let me display
+her beauty.&quot; The servants immediately start to obey the king's
+command; but there was a rule in Oriental society that no woman might
+appear in public without having her face veiled. Yet here was a
+mandate that no one dare dispute, demanding that Vashti come in
+unveiled before the multitude. However, there was in Vashti's soul a
+principle more regal than Ahasuerus, more brilliant than the gold of
+Shushan, of more wealth than the realm of Persia, which commanded her
+to disobey this order of the king; and so all the righteousness and
+holiness and modesty of her nature rise up into one sublime refusal.
+She says, &quot;I will not go into the banquet unveiled.&quot; Ahasuerus was
+infuriate; and Vashti, robbed of her position and her estate, is
+driven forth in poverty and ruin to suffer the scorn of a nation, and
+yet to receive the applause of after generations, who shall rise up to
+admire this martyr to kingly insolence. Well, the last vestige of that
+feast is gone; the last garland has faded; the last arch has fallen;
+the last tankard has been destroyed; and Shushan is a ruin; but as
+long as the world stands there will be multitudes of men and women,
+familiar with the Bible, who will come into this picture-gallery of
+God and admire the divine portrait of Vashti the queen, Vashti the
+veiled, Vashti the sacrifice, Vashti the silent.</p>
+
+<p>I. In the first place, I want you to look upon Vashti the queen. A
+blue ribbon, rayed with white, drawn around her forehead, indicated
+her queenly position. It was no small honor to be queen in such a
+realm as that. Hark to the rustle of her robes! See the blaze of her
+jewels! And yet, my friends, it is not necessary to have place and
+regal robe in order to be queenly. When I see a woman with stout faith
+in God, putting her foot upon all meanness and selfishness and godless
+display, going right forward to serve Christ and the race by a grand
+and a glorious service, I say: &quot;That woman is a queen,&quot; and the ranks
+of heaven look over the battlements upon the coronation; and whether
+she comes up from the shanty on the commons or the mansion of the
+fashionable square, I greet her with the shout, &quot;All hail, Queen
+Vashti!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>What glory was there on the brow of Mary of Scotland, or Elizabeth of
+England, or Margaret of France, or Catherine of Russia, compared with
+the worth of some of our Christian mothers, many of them gone into
+glory?&mdash;or of that woman mentioned in the Scriptures, who put her all
+into the Lord's treasury?&mdash;or of Jephtha's daughter, who made a
+demonstration of unselfish patriotism?&mdash;or of Abigail, who rescued the
+herds and flocks of her husband? &mdash;or of Ruth, who toiled under a
+tropical sun for poor, old, helpless Naomi?&mdash;or of Florence
+Nightingale, who went at midnight to stanch the battle wounds of the
+Crimea?&mdash;or of Mrs. Adoniram Judson, who kindled the lights of
+salvation amid the darkness of Burmah?&mdash;or of Mrs. Hemans, who poured
+out her holy soul in words which will forever be associated with
+hunter's horn, and captive's chain, and bridal hour, and lute's throb,
+and curfew's knell at the dying day?&mdash;and scores and hundreds of
+women, unknown on earth, who have given water to the thirsty, and
+bread to the hungry, and medicine to the sick, and smiles to the
+discouraged&mdash;their footsteps heard along dark lane and in government
+hospital, and in almshouse corridor, and by prison gate? There may be
+no royal robe&mdash;there may be no palatial surroundings. She does not
+need them; for all charitable men will unite with the crackling lips
+of fever-struck hospital and plague-blotched lazaretto in greeting her
+as she passes: &quot;Hail! Hail! Queen Vashti!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>II. Again, I want you to consider Vashti the veiled. Had she appeared
+before Ahasuerus and his court on that day with her face uncovered she
+would have shocked all the delicacies of Oriental society, and the
+very men who in their intoxication demanded that she come, in their
+sober moments would have despised her. As some flowers seem to thrive
+best in the dark lane and in the shadow, and where the sun does not
+seem to reach them, so God appoints to most womanly natures a retiring
+and unobtrusive spirit.</p>
+
+<p>God once in awhile does call an Isabella to a throne, or a Miriam to
+strike the timbrel at the front of a host, or a Marie Antoinette to
+quell a French mob, or a Deborah to stand at the front of an armed
+battalion, crying out, &quot;Up! Up! This is the day in which the Lord will
+deliver Sisera into thy hands.&quot; And when the women are called to such
+out-door work and to such heroic positions, God prepares them for it;
+and they have iron in their soul, and lightnings in their eye, and
+whirlwinds in their breath, and the borrowed strength of the Lord
+Omnipotent in their right arm. They walk through furnaces as though
+they were hedges of wild-flowers, and cross seas as though they were
+shimmering sapphire; and all the harpies of hell down to their dungeon
+at the stamp of womanly indignation.</p>
+
+<p>But these are the exceptions. Generally, Dorcas would rather make a
+garment for the poor boy; Rebecca would rather fill the trough for the
+camels; Hannah would rather make a coat for Samuel; the Hebrew maid
+would rather give a prescription for Naaman's leprosy; the woman of
+Sarepta would rather gather a few sticks to cook a meal for famished
+Elijah; Phebe would rather carry a letter for the inspired apostle;
+Mother Lois would rather educate Timothy in the Scriptures. When I see
+a woman going about her daily duty, with cheerful dignity presiding at
+the table, with kind and gentle, but firm discipline presiding in the
+nursery, going out into the world without any blast of trumpets,
+following in the footsteps of Him who went about doing good&mdash;I say:
+&quot;This is Vashti with a veil on.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>But when I see a woman of unblushing boldness, loud-voiced, with a
+tongue of infinite clitter-clatter, with arrogant look, passing
+through the streets with the step of a walking-beam, gayly arrayed in
+a very hurricane of millinery, I cry out: &quot;Vashti has lost her veil!&quot;
+When I see a woman struggling for political preferment&mdash;trying to
+force her way on up to the ballot-box, amid the masculine demagogues
+who stand, with swollen fists and bloodshot eyes and pestiferous
+breath, to guard the polls&mdash;wanting to go through the loaferism and
+the defilement of popular sovereigns, who crawl up from the saloons
+greasy and foul and vermin-covered, to decide questions of justice and
+order and civilization&mdash;when I see a woman, I say, who wants to press
+through all that horrible scum to get to the ballot-box, I say: &quot;Ah,
+what a pity! Vashti has lost her veil!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>When I see a woman of comely features, and of adroitness of intellect,
+and endowed with all that the schools can do for one, and of high
+social position, yet moving in society with superciliousness and
+<i>hauteur</i>, as though she would have people know their place, and with
+an undefined combination of giggle and strut and rhodomontade, endowed
+with allopathic quantities of talk, but only homeopathic
+infinitesimals of sense, the terror of dry-goods clerks and railroad
+conductors, discoverers of significant meanings in plain conversation,
+prodigies of badinage and innuendo&mdash;I say: &quot;Vashti has lost her veil.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>III. Again, I want you this morning to consider Vashti the sacrifice.
+Who is this that I see coming out of that palace gate of Shushan? It
+seems to me that I have seen her before. She comes homeless,
+houseless, friendless, trudging along with a broken heart. Who is she?
+It is Vashti the sacrifice. Oh! what a change it was from regal
+position to a wayfarer's crust! A little while ago, approved and
+sought for; now, none so poor as to acknowledge her acquaintanceship.
+Vashti the sacrifice!</p>
+
+<p>Ah! you and I have seen it many a time. Here is a home empalaced with
+beauty. All that refinement and books and wealth can do for that home
+has been done; but Ahasuerus, the husband and the father, is taking
+hold on paths of sin. He is gradually going down. After awhile he will
+flounder and struggle like a wild beast in the hunter's net&mdash;further
+away from God, further away from the right. Soon the bright apparel of
+the children will turn to rags; soon the household song will become
+the sobbing of a broken heart. The old story over again. Brutal
+Centaurs breaking up the marriage feast of Lapith&aelig;. The house full of
+outrage and cruelty and abomination, while trudging forth from the
+palace gate are Vashti and her children. There are homes represented
+in this house this morning that are in danger of such breaking-up. Oh,
+Ahasuerus! that you should stand in a home, by a dissipated life
+destroying the peace and comfort of that home. God forbid that your
+children should ever have to wring their hands, and have people point
+their finger at them as they pass down the street, and say, &quot;There
+goes a drunkard's child.&quot; God forbid that the little feet should ever
+have to trudge the path of poverty and wretchedness! God forbid that
+any evil spirit born of the wine-cup or the brandy-glass should come
+forth and uproot that garden, and with a lasting, blistering,
+all-consuming curse, shut forever the palace gate against Vashti and
+the children.</p>
+
+<p>One night during the war I went to Hagerstown to look at the army, and
+I stood on a hill-top and looked down upon them. I saw the camp-fires
+all through the valleys and all over the hills. It was a weird
+spectacle, those camp-fires, and I stood and watched them; and the
+soldiers who were gathered around them were, no doubt, talking of
+their homes, and of the long march they had taken, and of the battles
+they were to fight; but after awhile I saw these camp-fires begin to
+lower; and they continued to lower, until they were all gone out, and
+the army slept. It was imposing when I saw the camp-fires; it was
+imposing in the darkness when I thought of that great host asleep.
+Well, God looks down from heaven, and He sees the fireside of
+Christendom and the loved ones gathered around these firesides. These
+are the camp-fires where we warm ourselves at the close of day, and
+talk over the battles of life we have fought and the battles that are
+yet to come. God grant that when at last these fires begin to go out,
+and continue to lower until finally they are extinguished, and the
+ashes of consumed hopes strew the hearth of the old homestead, it may
+be because we have</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;Gone to sleep that last long sleep,<br /></span>
+<span>From which none ever wake to weep.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Now we are an army on the march of life. Then we shall be an army
+bivouacked in the tent of the grave.</p>
+
+<p>IV. Once more: I want you to look at Vashti the silent. You do not
+hear any outcry from this woman as she goes forth from the palace
+gate. From the very dignity of her nature, you know there will be no
+vociferation. Sometimes in life it is necessary to make a retort;
+sometimes in life it is necessary to resist; but there are crises when
+the most triumphant thing to do is to keep silence. The philosopher,
+confident in his newly discovered principle, waited for the coming of
+more intelligent generations, willing that men should laugh at the
+lightning-rod and cotton-gin and steam-boat&mdash;waiting for long years
+through the scoffing of philosophical schools, in grand and
+magnificent silence.</p>
+
+<p>Galileo, condemned by mathematicians and monks and cardinals,
+caricatured everywhere, yet waiting and watching with his telescope to
+see the coming up of stellar reenforcements, when the stars in their
+courses would fight for the Copernican system; then sitting down in
+complete blindness and deafness to wait for the coming on of the
+generations who would build his monument and bow at his grave. The
+reformer, execrated by his contemporaries, fastened in a pillory, the
+slow fires of public contempt burning under him, ground under the
+cylinders of the printing-press, yet calmly waiting for the day when
+purity of soul and heroism of character will get the sanction of earth
+and the plaudits of heaven.</p>
+
+<p>Affliction enduring without any complaint the sharpness of the pang,
+and the violence of the storm, and the heft of the chain, and the
+darkness of the night&mdash;waiting until a Divine hand shall be put forth
+to soothe the pang, and hush the storm, and release the captive. A
+wife abused, persecuted, and a perpetual exile from every earthly
+comfort&mdash;waiting, waiting, until the Lord shall gather up His dear
+children in a heavenly home, and no poor Vashti will ever be thrust
+out from the palace gate.</p>
+
+<p>Jesus, in silence and answering not a word, drinking the gall, bearing
+the cross, in prospect of the rapturous consummation when</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;Angels thronged their chariot wheel,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And bore Him to His throne,<br /></span>
+<span>Then swept their golden harps and sung,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'The glorious work is done!'&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Oh, woman! does not this story of Vashti the queen, Vashti the veiled,
+Vashti the sacrifice, Vashti the silent, move your soul? My sermon
+converges into the one absorbing hope that none of you may be shut out
+of the palace gate of heaven. You can endure the hardships, and the
+privations, and the cruelties, and the misfortunes of this life if you
+can only gain admission there. Through the blood of the everlasting
+covenant you go through those gates, or never go at all. God forbid
+that you should at last be banished from the society of angels, and
+banished from the companionship of your glorified kindred, and
+banished forever. Through the rich grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, may
+you be enabled to imitate the example of Rachel, and Hannah, and
+Abigail, and Deborah, and Mary, and Esther, and Vashti.</p>
+
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="the_day_we_live_in" id="the_day_we_live_in"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>THE DAY WE LIVE IN.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">
+&quot;Who knoweth whether thou art come to the kingdom for such a
+ time as this?&quot;&mdash;
+<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Esther</span> iv. 14.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>Esther the beautiful was the wife of Ahasuerus the abominable. The
+time had come for her to present a petition to her infamous husband in
+behalf of the Jewish nation, to which she had once belonged. She was
+afraid to undertake the work, lest she should lose her own life; but
+her uncle, Mordecai, who had brought her up, encouraged her with the
+suggestion that probably she had been raised up of God for that
+peculiar mission. &quot;Who knoweth whether thou art come to the kingdom
+for such a time as this?&quot; Esther had her God-appointed work; you and I
+have ours. It is my business to tell you what style of men and women
+you ought to be in order that you meet the demand of the age in which
+God has cast your lot. If you have come expecting to hear abstractions
+discussed, or dry technicalities of religion glorified, you have come
+to the wrong church; but if you really would like to know what this
+age has a right to expect of you as Christian men and women, then I am
+ready in the Lord's name to look you in the face. When two armies have
+rushed into battle the officers of either army do not want a
+philosophical discussion about the chemical properties of human blood
+or the nature of gunpowder; they want some one to man the batteries
+and swab out the guns. And now, when all the forces of light and
+darkness, of heaven and hell, have plunged into the fight, it is no
+time to give ourselves to the definitions and formulas and
+technicalities and conventionalities of religion.</p>
+
+<p>What we want is practical, earnest, concentrated, enthusiastic, and
+triumphant help.</p>
+
+<p>I. In the first place, in order to meet the special demand of this
+age, you need to be an unmistakably aggressive Christian. Of
+half-and-half Christians we do not want any more. The Church of Jesus
+Christ will be better without ten thousand of them. They are the chief
+obstacle to the Church's advancement. I am speaking of another kind of
+Christian. All the appliances for your becoming an earnest Christian
+are at your hand, and there is a straight path for you into the broad
+daylight of God's forgiveness. You may have come into this Tabernacle
+the bondsmen of the world, and yet before you go out of these doors
+you may become princes of the Lord God Almighty. You remember what
+excitement there was in this country, years ago, when the Prince of
+Wales came here&mdash;how the people rushed out by hundreds of thousands to
+see him. Why? Because they expected that some day he would sit upon
+the throne of England. But what was all that honor compared with the
+honor to which God calls you&mdash;to be sons and daughters of the Lord
+Almighty; yea, to be queens and kings unto God? &quot;They shall reign with
+Him forever and forever.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>But, my friends, you need to be aggressive Christians, and not like
+those persons who spend their lives in hugging their Christian graces
+and wondering why they do not make any progress. How much robustness
+of health would a man have if he hid himself in a dark closet? A great
+deal of the piety of the day is too exclusive. It hides itself. It
+needs more fresh air, more out-door exercise. There are many
+Christians who are giving their entire life to self-examination. They
+are feeling their pulses to see what is the condition of their
+spiritual health. How long would a man have robust physical health if
+he kept all the days and weeks and months and years of his life
+feeling his pulse instead of going out into active, earnest, every-day
+work?</p>
+
+<p>I was once amid the wonderful, bewitching cactus growths of North
+Carolina. I never was more bewildered with the beauty of flowers, and
+yet when I would take up one of these cactuses and pull the leaves
+apart, the beauty was all gone. You could hardly tell that it had ever
+been a flower. And there are a great many Christian people in this day
+just pulling apart their Christian experiences to see what there is in
+them, and there is nothing left in them. This style of
+self-examination is a damage instead of an advantage to their
+Christian character. I remember when I was a boy I used to have a
+small piece in the garden that I called my own, and I planted corn
+there, and every few days I would pull it up to see how fast it was
+growing. Now, there are a great many Christian people in this day
+whose self-examination merely amounts to the pulling up of that which
+they only yesterday or the day before planted.</p>
+
+<p>O my friends! if you want to have a stalwart Christian character,
+plant it right out of doors in the great field of Christian
+usefulness, and though storms may come upon it, and though the hot sun
+of trial may try to consume it, it will thrive until it becomes a
+great tree, in which the fowls of heaven may have their habitation. I
+have no patience with these flower-pot Christians. They keep
+themselves under shelter, and all their Christian experience in a
+small, exclusive circle, when they ought to plant it in the great
+garden of the Lord, so that the whole atmosphere could be aromatic
+with their Christian usefulness. What we want in the Church of God is
+more brawn of piety.</p>
+
+<p>The century plant is wonderfully suggestive and wonderfully beautiful,
+but I never look at it without thinking of its parsimony. It lets
+whole generations go by before it puts forth one blossom; so I have
+really more heartfelt admiration when I see the dewy tears in the blue
+eyes of the violets, for they come every spring. My Christian friends,
+time is going by so rapidly that we can not afford to be idle.</p>
+
+<p>A recent statistician says that human life now has an average of only
+thirty-two years. From these thirty-two years you must subtract all
+the time you take for sleep and the taking of food and recreation;
+that will leave you about sixteen years. From those sixteen years you
+must subtract all the time that you are necessarily engaged in the
+earning of a livelihood; that will leave you about eight years. From
+those eight years you must take all the days and weeks and months&mdash;all
+the length of time that is passed in childhood and sickness, leaving
+you about one year in which to work for God. Oh, my soul, wake up!
+How darest thou sleep in harvest-time and with so few hours in which
+to reap? So that I state it as a simple fact that all the time that
+the vast majority of you will have for the exclusive service of God
+will be less than one year!</p>
+
+<p>&quot;But,&quot; says some man, &quot;I liberally support the Gospel, and the church
+is open and the Gospel is preached: all the spiritual advantages are
+spread before men, and if they want to be saved, let them come to be
+saved; I have discharged all my responsibility.&quot; Ah! is that the
+Master's spirit? Is there not an old Book somewhere that commands us
+to go out into the highways and the hedges and compel the people to
+come in? What would have become of you and me if Christ had not come
+down off the hills of heaven, and if He had not come through the door
+of the Bethlehem caravansary, and if He had not with the crushed hand
+of the crucifixion knocked at the iron gate of the sepulcher of our
+spiritual death, crying, &quot;Lazarus, come forth&quot;? Oh, my Christian
+friends, this is no time for inertia, when all the forces of darkness
+seem to be in full blast; when steam printing-presses are publishing
+infidel tracts; when express railroad trains are carrying messengers
+of sin; when fast clippers are laden with opium and rum; when the
+night-air of our cities is polluted with the laughter that breaks up
+from the ten thousand saloons of dissipation and abandonment; when the
+fires of the second death already are kindled in the cheeks of some
+who, only a little while ago, were incorrupt. Oh, never since the
+curse fell upon the earth has there been a time when it was such an
+unwise, such a cruel, such an awful thing for the Church to sleep!
+The great audiences are not gathered in the Christian churches; the
+great audiences are gathered in temples of sin&mdash;tears of unutterable
+woe their baptism, the blood of crushed hearts the awful wine of their
+sacrament, blasphemies their litany, and the groans of the lost world
+the organ dirge of their worship.</p>
+
+<p>II. Again, if you want to be qualified to meet the duties which this
+age demands of you, you must on the one hand avoid reckless
+iconoclasm, and on the other hand not stick too much to things because
+they are old. The air is full of new plans, new projects, new theories
+of government, new theologies, and I am amazed to see how so many
+Christians want only novelty in order to recommend a thing to their
+confidence; and so they vacillate and swing to and fro, and they are
+useless, and they are unhappy. New plans&mdash;secular, ethical,
+philosophical, religious, cisatlantic, transatlantic&mdash;long enough to
+make a line reaching from the German universities to Great Salt Lake
+City. Ah, my brother, do not take hold of a thing merely because it is
+new. Try it by the realities of a Judgment Day.</p>
+
+<p>But, on the other hand, do not adhere to any thing merely because it
+is old. There is not a single enterprise of the Church or the world
+but has sometimes been scoffed at. There was a time when men derided
+even Bible societies; and when a few young men met near a hay-stack in
+Massachusetts and organized the first missionary society ever
+organized in this country, there went laughter and ridicule all around
+the Christian Church. They said the undertaking was preposterous. And
+so also the work of Jesus Christ was assailed. People cried out, &quot;Who
+ever heard of such theories of ethics and government? Who ever
+noticed such a style of preaching as Jesus has?&quot; Ezekiel had talked of
+mysterious wings and wheels. Here came a man from Capernaum and
+Gennesaret, and he drew his illustration from the lakes, from the
+sand, from the ravine, from the lilies, from the corn-stalks. How the
+Pharisees scoffed! How Herod derided! How Caiaphas hissed! And this
+Jesus they plucked by the beard, and they spat in his face, and they
+called him &quot;this fellow!&quot; All the great enterprises in and out of the
+Church have at times been scoffed at, and there have been a great
+multitude who have thought that the chariot of God's truth would fall
+to pieces if it once got out of the old rut.</p>
+
+<p>And so there are those who have no patience with anything like
+improvement in church architecture, or with anything like good,
+hearty, earnest church singing, and they deride any form of religious
+discussion which goes down walking among every-day men rather than
+that which makes an excursion on rhetorical stilts. Oh, that the
+Church of God would wake up to an adaptability of work! We must admit
+the simple fact that the churches of Jesus Christ in this day do not
+reach the great masses. There are fifty thousand people in Edinburgh
+who never hear the Gospel. There are one million people in London who
+never hear the Gospel. There are at least three hundred thousand souls
+in the city of Brooklyn who come not under the immediate ministrations
+of Christ's truth; and the Church of God in this day, instead of being
+a place full of living epistles, read and known of all men, is more
+like a &quot;dead-letter&quot; post-office.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;But,&quot; say the people, &quot;the world is going to be converted; you must
+be patient; the kingdoms of this world are to become the kingdoms of
+Christ,&quot; Never, unless the Church of Jesus Christ puts on more speed
+and energy. Instead of the Church converting the world, the world is
+converting the Church. Here is a great fortress. How shall it be
+taken? An army comes and sits around about it, cuts off the supplies,
+and says: &quot;Now we will just wait until from exhaustion and starvation
+they will have to give up.&quot; Weeks and months, and perhaps a year, pass
+along, and finally the fortress surrenders through that starvation and
+exhaustion. But, my friends, the fortresses of sin are never to be
+taken in that way. If they are taken for God it will be by storm; you
+will have to bring up the great siege guns of the Gospel to the very
+wall and wheel the flying artillery into line, and when the armed
+infantry of heaven shall confront the battlements you will have to
+give the quick command, &quot;Forward! Charge!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Ah, my friends, there is work for you to do and for me to do in order
+to this grand accomplishment! Here is my pulpit, and I preach in it.
+Your pulpit is the bank. Your pulpit is the store. Your pulpit is the
+editorial chair. Your pulpit is the anvil. Your pulpit is the house
+scaffolding. Your pulpit is the mechanic's shop. I may stand in this
+place and, through cowardice or through self-seeking, may keep back
+the word I ought to utter; while you, with sleeve rolled up and brow
+besweated with toil, may utter the word that will jar the foundations
+of heaven with the shout of a great victory. Oh, that this morning
+this whole audience might feel that the Lord Almighty was putting upon
+them the hands of ordination. I tell you, every one, go forth and
+preach this gospel. You have as much right to preach as I have, or as
+any man has. Only find out the pulpit where God will have you preach,
+and there preach.</p>
+
+<p>Hedley Vicars was a wicked man in the English army. The grace of God
+came to him. He became an earnest and eminent Christian. They scoffed
+at him, and said: &quot;You are a hypocrite; you are as bad as ever you
+were.&quot; Still he kept his faith in Christ, and after awhile, finding
+that they could not turn him aside by calling him a hypocrite, they
+said to him: &quot;Oh, you are nothing but a Methodist.&quot; That did not
+disturb him. He went on performing his Christian duty until he had
+formed all his troop into a Bible-class, and the whole encampment was
+shaken with the presence of God. So Havelock went into the heathen
+temple in India while the English army was there, and put a candle
+into the hand of each of the heathen gods that stood around in the
+heathen temple, and by the light of those candles, held up by the
+idols, General Havelock preached righteousness, temperance, and
+judgment to come. And who will say, on earth or in Heaven, that
+Havelock had not the right to preach?</p>
+
+<p>In the minister's house where I prepared for college, there was a man
+who worked, by the name of Peter Croy. He could neither read nor
+write, but he was a man of God. Often theologians would stop in the
+house&mdash;grave theologians&mdash;and at family prayers Peter Croy would be
+called upon to lead; and all those wise men sat around, wonder-struck
+at his religious efficiency. When he prayed he reached up and seemed
+to take hold of the very throne of the Almighty, and he talked with
+God until the very heavens were bowed down into the sitting-room. Oh,
+if I were dying I would rather have plain Peter Croy kneel by my
+bedside and commend my immortal spirit to God than the greatest
+archbishop, arrayed in costly canonicals. Go preach this Gospel. You
+say you are not licensed. In the name of the Lord Almighty, this
+morning, I license you. Go preach this Gospel&mdash;preach it in the
+Sabbath-schools, in the prayer-meetings, in the highways, in the
+hedges. Woe be unto you if you preach it not.</p>
+
+<p>III. I remark, again, that in order to be qualified to meet your duty
+in this particular age you want unbounded faith in the triumph of the
+truth and the overthrow of wickedness. How dare the Christian Church
+ever get discouraged? Have we not the Lord Almighty on our side? How
+long did it take God to slay the hosts of Sennacherib or burn Sodom or
+shake down Jericho? How long will it take God, when He once arises in
+His strength, to overthrow all the forces of iniquity? Between this
+time and that there may be long seasons of darkness&mdash;the
+chariot-wheels of God's Gospel may seem to drag heavily; but here is
+the promise, and yonder is the throne; and when Omniscience has lost
+its eyesight, and Omnipotence falls back impotent, and Jehovah is
+driven from His throne, then the Church of Jesus Christ can afford to
+be despondent, but never until then. Despots may plan and armies may
+march, and the congresses of the nations may seem to think they are
+adjusting all the affairs of the world, but the mighty men of the
+earth are only the dust of the chariot-wheels of God's providence.</p>
+
+<p>I think that before the sun of this century shall set the last tyranny
+will fall, and with a splendor of demonstration that shall be the
+astonishment of the universe God will set forth the brightness and
+pomp and glory and perpetuity of His eternal government. Out of the
+starry flags and the emblazoned insignia of this world God will make a
+path for His own triumph, and, returning from universal conquest, He
+will sit down, the grandest, strongest, highest throne of earth His
+footstool.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;Then shall all nations' song ascend<br /></span>
+<span>To Thee, our Ruler, Father, Friend,<br /></span>
+<span>Till heaven's high arch resounds again<br /></span>
+<span>With 'Peace on earth, good will to men.'&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>I preach this sermon because I want to encourage all Christian workers
+in every possible department. Hosts of the living God, march on! march
+on! His Spirit will bless you. His shield will defend you. His sword
+will strike for you. March on! march on! The despotism will fall, and
+paganism will burn its idols, and Mohammedanism will give up its false
+prophet, and Judaism will confess the true Messiah, and the great
+walls of superstition will come down in thunder and wreck at the long,
+loud blast of the Gospel trumpet. March on! march on! The besiegement
+will soon be ended. Only a few more steps on the long way; only a few
+more sturdy blows; only a few more battle cries, then God will put the
+laurel upon your brow, and from the living fountains of heaven will
+bathe off the sweat and the heat and the dust of the conflict. March
+on! march on! For you the time for work will soon be passed, and amid
+the outflashings of the judgment throne, and the trumpeting of
+resurrection angels, and the upheaving of a world of graves, and the
+hosanna and the groaning of the saved and the lost, we shall be
+rewarded for our faithfulness or punished for our stupidity. Blessed
+be the Lord God of Israel from everlasting to everlasting, and let the
+whole earth be filled with His glory. Amen and Amen.</p>
+
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="capital_and_labor" id="capital_and_labor"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>CAPITAL AND LABOR.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">
+&quot;Whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so
+ to them.&quot;&mdash;<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Matt.</span> vii: 12.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>The greatest war the world has ever seen is between capital and labor.
+The strife is not like that which in history is called the Thirty
+Years' War, for it is a war of centuries, it is a war of the five
+continents, it is a war hemispheric. The middle classes in this
+country, upon whom the nation has depended for holding the balance of
+power and for acting as mediators between the two extremes, are
+diminishing; and if things go on at the same ratio as they are now
+going, it will not be very long before there will be no middle class
+in this country, but all will be very rich or very poor, princes or
+paupers, and the country will be given up to palaces and hovels.</p>
+
+<p>The antagonistic forces are closing in upon each other. The
+telegraphic operators' strikes, the railroad employ&eacute;s' strikes, the
+Pennsylvania miners' strikes, the movements of the Boycotters and the
+dynamiters are only skirmishes before a general engagement, or, if you
+prefer it, escapes through the safety-valves of an imprisoned force
+which promises the explosion of society. You may pooh-pooh it; you may
+say that this trouble, like an angry child, will cry itself to sleep;
+you may belittle it by calling it Fourierism, or Socialism, or St.
+Simonism, or Nihilism, or Communism; but that will not hinder the fact
+that it is the mightiest, the darkest, the most terrific threat of
+this century. All attempts at pacification have been dead failures,
+and monopoly is more arrogant, and the trades unions more bitter.
+&quot;Give us more wages,&quot; cry the employ&eacute;s. &quot;You shall have less,&quot; say the
+capitalists. &quot;Compel us to do fewer hours of toil in a day.&quot; &quot;You
+shall toil more hours,&quot; say the others. &quot;Then, under certain
+conditions, we will not work at all,&quot; say these. &quot;Then you shall
+starve,&quot; say those, and the workmen gradually using up that which they
+accumulated in better times, unless there be some radical change, we
+shall have soon in this country three million hungry men and women.
+Now, three million hungry people can not be kept quiet. All the
+enactments of legislatures and all the constabularies of the cities,
+and all the army and navy of the United States can not keep three
+million hungry people quiet. What then? Will this war between capital
+and labor be settled by human wisdom? Never. The brow of the one
+becomes more rigid, the fist of the other more clinched.</p>
+
+<p>But that which human wisdom can not achieve will be accomplished by
+Christianity if it be given full sway. You have heard of medicines so
+powerful that one drop would stop a disease and restore a patient; and
+I have to tell you that one drop of my text properly administered will
+stop all those woes of society and give convalescence and complete
+health to all classes. &quot;Whatsoever ye would that men should do to you,
+do ye even so to them.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I shall first show you this morning how this quarrel between monopoly
+and hard work can not be stopped, and then I will show you how this
+controversy will be settled.</p>
+
+<p>Futile remedies. In the first place, there will come no pacification
+to this trouble through an outcry against rich men merely because they
+are rich. There is no member of a trades-union on earth that would not
+be rich if he could be. Sometimes through a fortunate invention, or
+through some accident of prosperity, a man who had nothing comes to
+large estate, and we see him arrogant and supercilious, and taking
+people by the throat just as other people took him by the throat.
+There is something very mean about human nature when it comes to the
+top. But it is no more a sin to be rich than it is a sin to be poor.
+There are those who have gathered a great estate through fraud, and
+then there are millionaires who have gathered their fortune through
+foresight in regard to changes in the markets, and through brilliant
+business faculty, and every dollar of their estate is as honest as the
+dollar which the plumber gets for mending a pipe, or the mason gets
+for building a wall. There are those who keep in poverty because of
+their own fault. They might have been well-off, but they smoked or
+chewed up their earnings, or they lived beyond their means, while
+others on the same wages and on the same salaries went on to
+competency. I know a man who is all the time complaining of his
+poverty and crying out against rich men, while he himself keeps two
+dogs, and chews and smokes, and is filled to the chin with whisky and
+beer!</p>
+
+<p>Micawber said to David Copperfield: &quot;Copperfield, my boy, one pound
+income, twenty shillings and sixpence expenses: result misery. But,
+Copperfield, my boy, one pound income, expenses nineteen shillings and
+sixpence; result, happiness.&quot; And there are vast multitudes of people
+who are kept poor because they are the victims of their own
+improvidence. It is no sin to be rich, and it is no sin to be poor. I
+protest against this outcry which I hear against those who, through
+economy and self-denial and assiduity, have come to large fortune.
+This bombardment of commercial success will never stop this quarrel
+between capital and labor.</p>
+
+<p>Neither will the contest be settled by cynical and unsympathetic
+treatment of the laboring classes. There are those who speak of them
+as though they were only cattle or draught horses. Their nerves are
+nothing, their domestic comfort is nothing, their happiness is
+nothing. They have no more sympathy for them than a hound has for a
+hare, or a hawk for a hen, or a tiger for a calf. When Jean Valjean,
+the greatest hero of Victor Hugo's writings, after a life of suffering
+and brave endurance, goes into incarceration and death, they clap the
+book shut and say, &quot;Good for him!&quot; They stamp their feet with
+indignation and say just the opposite of &quot;Save the working-classes.&quot;
+They have all their sympathies with Shylock, and not with Antonio and
+Portia. They are plutocrats, and their feelings are infernal. They are
+filled with irritation and irascibility on this subject. To stop this
+awful imbroglio between capital and labor they will lift not so much
+as the tip end of the little finger.</p>
+
+<p>Neither will there be any pacification of this angry controversy
+through violence. God never blessed murder.</p>
+
+<p>The poorest use you can put a man to is to kill him. Blow up to-morrow
+all the country-seats on the banks of the Hudson, and all the fine
+houses on Madison Square, and Brooklyn Heights, and Bunker Hill, and
+Rittenhouse Square, and Beacon Street, and all the bricks and timber
+and stone will just fall back on the bare head of American labor. The
+worst enemies of the working-classes in the United States and Ireland
+are their demented coadjutors. Assassination&mdash;the assassination of
+Lord Frederick Cavendish and Mr. Burke in Phoenix Park, Dublin,
+Ireland, in the attempt to avenge the wrongs of Ireland, only turned
+away from that afflicted people millions of sympathizers. The recent
+attempt to blow up the House of Commons, in London, had only this
+effect: to throw out of employment tens of thousands of innocent Irish
+people in England.</p>
+
+<p>In this country the torch put to the factories that have discharged
+hands for good or bad reason; obstructions on the rail-track in front
+of midnight express trains because the offenders do not like the
+president of the company; strikes on shipboard the hour they were
+going to sail, or in printing-offices the hour the paper was to go to
+press, or in mines the day the coal was to be delivered, or on house
+scaffoldings so the builder fails in keeping his contract&mdash;all these
+are only a hard blow on the head of American labor, and cripple its
+arms, and lame its feet, and pierce its heart. Take the last great
+strike in America&mdash;the telegraph operators' strike&mdash;and you have to
+find that the operators lost four hundred thousand dollars' worth of
+wages, and have had poorer wages ever since. Traps sprung suddenly
+upon employers, and violence, never took one knot out of the knuckle
+of toil, or put one farthing of wages into a callous palm. Barbarism
+will never cure the wrongs of civilization. Mark that!</p>
+
+<p>Frederick the Great admired some land near his palace at Potsdam, and
+he resolved to get it. It was owned by a miller. He offered the miller
+three times the value of the property. The miller would not take it,
+because it was the old homestead, and he felt about as Naboth felt
+about his vineyard when Ahab wanted it. Frederick the Great was a
+rough and terrible man, and he ordered the miller into his presence;
+and the king, with a stick, in his hand&mdash;a stick with which he
+sometimes struck his officers of state&mdash;said to this miller: &quot;Now, I
+have offered you three times the value of that property, and if you
+won't sell it I'll take it anyhow.&quot; The miller said, &quot;Your majesty,
+you won't.&quot; &quot;Yes,&quot; said the king, &quot;I will take it.&quot; &quot;Then,&quot; said the
+miller, &quot;if your majesty does take it, I will sue you in the Chancery
+Court.&quot; At that threat Frederick the Great yielded his infamous
+demand. And the most imperious outrage against the working-classes
+will yet cower before the law. Violence and contrary to the law will
+never accomplish anything, but righteousness and according to law will
+accomplish it.</p>
+
+<p>Well, if this controversy between Capital and Labor can not be settled
+by human wisdom, if to-day Capital and Labor stand with their thumbs
+on each other's throat&mdash;as they do&mdash;it is time for us to look
+somewhere else for relief, and it points from my text roseate and
+jubilant, and puts one hand on the broadcloth shoulder of Capital, and
+puts the other hand on the homespun-covered shoulder of Toil, and
+says, with a voice that will grandly and gloriously settle this, and
+settle everything, &quot;Whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do
+ye even so to them.&quot; That is, the lady of the household will say: &quot;I
+must treat the maid in the kitchen just as I would like to be treated
+if I were down-stairs, and it were my work to wash, and cook, and
+sweep, and it were the duty of the maid in the kitchen to preside in
+this parlor.&quot; The maid in the kitchen must say: &quot;If my employer seems
+to be more prosperous than I, that is no fault of hers; I shall not
+treat her as an enemy. I will have the same industry and fidelity
+down-stairs as I would expect from my subordinates, if I happened to
+be the wife of a silk importer.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The owner of an iron mill, having taken a dose of my text before
+leaving home in the morning, will go into his foundry, and, passing
+into what is called the puddling-room, he will see a man there
+stripped to the waist, and besweated and exhausted with the labor and
+the toil, and he will say to him: &quot;Why, it seems to be very hot in
+here. You look very much exhausted. I hear your child is sick with
+scarlet fever. If you want your wages a little earlier this week, so
+as to pay the nurse and get the medicines, just come into my office
+any time.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>After awhile, crash goes the money market, and there is no more demand
+for the articles manufactured in that iron mill, and the owner does
+not know what to do. He says, &quot;Shall I stop the mill, or shall I run
+it on half time, or shall I cut down the men's wages?&quot; He walks the
+floor of his counting-room all day, hardly knowing what to do. Toward
+evening he calls all the laborers together. They stand all around,
+some with arms akimbo, some with folded arms, wondering what the boss
+is going to do now. The manufacturer says: &quot;Men, times are very hard;
+I don't make twenty dollars where I used to make one hundred. Somehow,
+there is no demand now for what we manufacture, or but very little
+demand. You see I am at vast expense, and I have called you together
+this afternoon to see what you would advise. I don't want to shut up
+the mill, because that would force you out of work, and you have
+always been very faithful, and I like you, and you seem to like me,
+and the bairns must be looked after, and your wife will after awhile
+want a new dress. I don't know what to do.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>There is a dead halt for a minute or two, and then one of the workmen
+steps out from the ranks of his fellows, and says: &quot;Boss, you have
+been very good to us, and when you prospered we prospered, and now you
+are in a tight place and I am sorry, and we have got to sympathize
+with you. I don't know how the others feel, but I propose that we take
+off twenty per cent. from our wages, and that when the times get good
+you will remember us and raise them again.&quot; The workman looks around
+to his comrades, and says: &quot;Boys, what do you say to this? all in
+favor of my proposition will say ay.&quot; &quot;Ay! ay! ay!&quot; shout two hundred
+voices.</p>
+
+<p>But the mill-owner, getting in some new machinery, exposes himself
+very much, and takes cold, and it settles into pneumonia, and he dies.
+In the procession to the tomb are all the workmen, tears rolling down
+their cheeks, and off upon the ground; but an hour before the
+procession gets to the cemetery the wives and the children of those
+workmen are at the grave waiting for the arrival of the funeral
+pageant. The minister of religion may have delivered an eloquent
+eulogium before they started from the house, but the most impressive
+things are said that day by the working-classes standing around the
+tomb.</p>
+
+<p>That night in all the cabins of the working-people where they have
+family prayers the widowhood and the orphanage in the mansion are
+remembered. No glaring populations look over the iron fence of the
+cemetery; but, hovering over the scene, the benediction of God and man
+is coming for the fulfillment of the Christlike injunction,
+&quot;Whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to
+them.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh,&quot; says some man here, &quot;that is all Utopian, that is apocryphal,
+that is impossible.&quot; No. Yesterday, I cut out of a paper this: &quot;One of
+the pleasantest incidents recorded in a long time is reported from
+Sheffield, England. The wages of the men in the iron works at
+Sheffield are regulated by a board of arbitration, by whose decision
+both masters and men are bound. For some time past the iron and steel
+trade has been extremely unprofitable, and the employers can not,
+without much loss, pay the wages fixed by the board, which neither
+employers nor employed have the power to change. To avoid this
+difficulty, the workmen in one of the largest steel works in Sheffield
+hit upon a device as rare as it was generous. They offered to work for
+their employers one week without any pay whatever. How much better
+that plan is than a strike would be.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>But you go with me and I will show you&mdash;not so far off as Sheffield,
+England&mdash;factories, banking-houses, storehouses, and costly
+enterprises where this Christ-like injunction of my text is fully
+kept, and you could no more get the employer to practice an injustice
+upon his men, or the men to conspire against the employer, than you
+could get your right hand and your left hand, your right eye and your
+left eye, your right ear and your left ear, into physiological
+antagonism. Now, where is this to begin? In our homes, in our stores,
+on our farms&mdash;not waiting for other people to do their duty. Is there
+a divergence now between the parlor and the kitchen? Then there is
+something wrong, either in the parlor or the kitchen, perhaps in both.
+Are the clerks in your store irate against the firm? Then there is
+something wrong, either behind the counter, or in the private office,
+or perhaps in both.</p>
+
+<p>The great want of the world to-day is the fulfillment of this
+Christ-like injunction, that which He promulgated in His sermon
+Olivetic. All the political economists under the arch or vault of the
+heavens in convention for a thousand years can not settle this
+controversy between monopoly and hard work, between capital and labor.
+During the Revolutionary War there was a heavy piece of timber to be
+lifted, perhaps for some fortress, and a corporal was overseeing the
+work, and he was giving commands to some soldiers as they lifted:
+&quot;Heave away, there! yo heave!&quot; Well, the timber was too heavy; they
+could not get it up. There was a gentleman riding by on a horse, and
+he stopped and said to this corporal, &quot;Why don't you help them lift?
+That timber is too heavy for them to lift.&quot; &quot;No,&quot; he said, &quot;I won't;
+I am a corporal.&quot; The gentleman got off his horse and came up to the
+place. &quot;Now,&quot; he said to the soldiers, &quot;all together&mdash;yo heave!&quot; and
+the timber went to its place. &quot;Now,&quot; said the gentleman to the
+corporal, &quot;when you have a piece of timber too heavy for the men to
+lift, and you want help, you send to your commander-in-chief.&quot; It was
+Washington. Now, that is about all the Gospel I know&mdash;the Gospel of
+giving somebody a lift, a lift out of darkness, a lift out of earth
+into heaven. That is all the Gospel I know&mdash;the Gospel of helping
+somebody else to lift.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh,&quot; says some wiseacre, &quot;talk as you will, the law of demand and
+supply will regulate these things until the end of time.&quot; No, they
+will not, unless God dies and the batteries of the Judgment Day are
+spiked, and Pluto and Proserpine, king and queen of the infernal
+regions, take full possession of this world. Do you know who Supply
+and Demand are? They have gone into partnership, and they propose to
+swindle this earth and are swindling it. You are drowning. Supply and
+Demand stand on the shore, one on one side, the other on the other
+side, of the life-boat, and they cry out to you, &quot;Now, you pay us what
+we ask you for getting you to shore, or go to the bottom!&quot; If you can
+borrow $5000 you can keep from failing in business. Supply and Demand
+say, &quot;Now, you pay us exorbitant usury, or you go into bankruptcy.&quot;
+This robber firm of Supply and Demand say to you: &quot;The crops are
+short. We bought up all the wheat and it is in our bin. Now, you pay
+our price or starve.&quot; That is your magnificent law of supply and
+demand.</p>
+
+<p>Supply and Demand own the largest mill on earth, and all the rivers
+roll over their wheel, and into their hopper they put all the men,
+women, and children they can shovel out of the centuries, and the
+blood and the bones redden the valley while the mill grinds. That
+diabolic law of supply and demand will yet have to stand aside, and
+instead thereof will come the law of love, the law of cooperation, the
+law of kindness, the law of sympathy, the law of Christ.</p>
+
+<p>Have you no idea of the coming of such a time? Then you do not believe
+the Bible. All the Bible is full of promises on this subject, and as
+the ages roll on the time will come when men or fortune will be giving
+larger sums to humanitarian and evangelistic purposes, and there will
+be more James Lenoxes and Peter Coopers and William E. Dodges and
+George Peabodys. As that time comes there will be more parks, more
+picture-galleries, more gardens thrown open for the holiday people and
+the working-classes.</p>
+
+<p>I was reading only this morning in regard to a charge that had been
+made in England against Lambeth Palace, that it was exclusive; and
+that charge demonstrated the sublime fact that to the grounds of that
+wealthy estate eight hundred poor families have free passes, and forty
+croquet companies, and on the hall-day holidays four thousand poor
+people recline on the grass, walk through the paths, and sit under the
+trees. That is Gospel&mdash;Gospel on the wing, Gospel out-of-doors worth
+just as much as in-doors. That time is going to come.</p>
+
+<p>That is only a hint of what is going to be. The time is going to come
+when, if you have anything in your house worth looking at&mdash;pictures,
+pieces of sculpture&mdash;you are going to invite me to come and see it,
+you are going to invite my friends to come and see it, and you will
+say, &quot;See what I have been blessed with. God has given me this, and so
+far as enjoying it, it is yours also.&quot; That is Gospel.</p>
+
+<p>In crossing the Alleghany Mountains, many years ago, the stage halted,
+and Henry Clay dismounted from the stage, and went out on a rock at
+the very verge of the cliff, and he stood there with his cloak wrapped
+about him, and he seemed to be listening for something. Some one said
+to him, &quot;What are you listening for?&quot; Standing there, on the top of
+the mountain, he said: &quot;I am listening to the tramp of the footsteps
+of the coming millions of this continent.&quot; A sublime posture for an
+American statesman! You and I to-day stand on the mountain-top of
+privilege, and on the Rock of Ages, and we look off, and we hear
+coming from the future the happy industries, and smiling populations,
+and the consecrated fortunes, and the innumerable prosperities of the
+closing nineteenth and the opening twentieth century.</p>
+
+<p>While I speak this morning, there lies in state the dead author and
+patriot of France, Victor Hugo. The ten thousand dollars in his will
+he has given to the poor of the city are only a hint of the work he
+has done for all nations and for all times. I wonder not that they
+allow eleven days to pass between his death and his burial, his body
+meantime kept under triumphal arch, for the world can hardly afford to
+let go this man who for more than eight decades has by his
+unparalleled genius blessed it. His name shall be a terror to all
+despots, and an encouragement to all the struggling. He has made the
+world's burden lighter, and its darkness less dense, and its chain
+less galling, and its thrones of iniquity less secure. Farewell,
+patriot, genius of the century, Victor Hugo! But he was not the
+overtowering friend of mankind.</p>
+
+<p>The greatest friend of capitalist and toiler, and the one who will yet
+bring them together in complete accord, was born one Christmas night
+while the curtains of heaven swung, stirred by the wings angelic.
+Owner of all things&mdash;all the continents, all worlds, and all the
+islands of light. Capitalist of immensity, crossing over to our
+condition. Coming into our world, not by gate of palace, but by door
+of barn. Spending His first night amid the shepherds. Gathering after
+around Him the fishermen to be His chief attendants. With adze, and
+saw, and chisel, and ax, and in a carpenter-shop showing himself
+brother with the tradesmen. Owner of all things, and yet on a hillock
+back of Jerusalem one day resigning everything for others, keeping not
+so much as a shekel to pay for His obsequies, by charity buried in the
+suburbs of a city that had cast Him out. Before the cross of such a
+capitalist, and such a carpenter, all men can afford to shake hands
+and worship. Here is the every man's Christ. None so high, but He was
+higher. None so poor, but He was poorer. At His feet the hostile
+extremes will yet renounce their animosities, and countenances which
+have glowered with the prejudices and revenge of centuries shall
+brighten with the smile of heaven as He commands: &quot;Whatsoever ye would
+that men should do to you, do ye even so to them.&quot;</p>
+
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="despotism_of_the_needle" id="despotism_of_the_needle"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>DESPOTISM OF THE NEEDLE.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">
+&quot;So I returned, and considered all the oppressions that are
+ done under the sun: and behold the tears of such as were
+ oppressed, and they had no comforter; and on the side of their
+ oppressors there was power; but they had no
+ comforter.&quot;&mdash;<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Eccles.</span> iv: 1.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>Very long ago the needle was busy. It was considered honorable for
+women to toil in olden time. Alexander the Great stood in his palace
+showing garments made by his own mother. The finest tapestries at
+Bayeux were made by the queen of William the Conqueror. Augustus, the
+Emperor, would not wear any garments except those that were fashioned
+by some member of his royal family. So let the toiler everywhere be
+respected!</p>
+
+<p>The needle has slain more than the sword. When the sewing-machine was
+invented some thought that invention would alleviate woman's toil and
+put an end to the despotism of the needle. But no; while the
+sewing-machine has been a great blessing to well-to-do families in
+many cases, it has added to the stab of the needle the crush of the
+wheel; and multitudes of women, notwithstanding the re-enforcement of
+the sewing-machines, can only make, work hard as they will, between
+two dollars and three dollars per week.</p>
+
+<p>The greatest blessing that could have happened to our first parents
+was being turned out of Eden after they had done wrong. Adam and Eve,
+in their perfect state, might have got along without work, or only
+such slight employment as a perfect garden with no weeds in it
+demanded. But as soon as they had sinned, the best thing for them was
+to be turned out where they would have to work. We know what a
+withering thing it is for a man to have nothing to do. Old Ashbel
+Green, at fourscore years, when asked why he kept on working, said: &quot;I
+do so to keep out of mischief.&quot; We see that a man who has a large
+amount of money to start with has no chance. Of the thousand
+prosperous and honorable men that you know, nine hundred and
+ninety-nine had to work vigorously at the beginning. But I am now to
+tell you that industry is just as important for a woman's safety and
+happiness. The most unhappy women in our communities to-day are those
+who have no engagements to call them up in the morning; who, once
+having risen and breakfasted, lounge through the dull forenoon in
+slippers down at the heel and with disheveled hair, reading Ouida's
+last novel, and who, having dragged through a wretched forenoon and
+taken their afternoon sleep, and having passed an hour and a half at
+their toilet, pick up their card-case and go out to make calls, and
+who pass their evenings waiting for somebody to come in and break up
+the monotony. Arabella Stuart never was imprisoned in so dark a
+dungeon as that.</p>
+
+<p>There is no happiness in an idle woman. It may be with hand, it may be
+with brain, it may be with foot; but work she must, or be wretched
+forever. The little girls of our families must be started with that
+idea.</p>
+
+<p>The curse of American society is that our young women are taught that
+the first, second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, tenth,
+fiftieth, thousandth thing in their life is to get somebody to take
+care of them. Instead of that, the first lesson should be how under
+God they may take care of themselves. The simple fact is that a
+majority of them do have to take care of themselves, and that, too,
+after having, through the false notions of their parents, wasted the
+years in which they ought to have learned how successfully to maintain
+themselves. We now and here declare the inhumanity, cruelty, and
+outrage of that father and mother who pass their daughters into
+womanhood, having given them no facility for earning their livelihood.
+Madame de Sta&euml;l said: &quot;It is not these writings that I am proud of,
+but the fact that I have facility in ten occupations, in any one of
+which I could make a livelihood.&quot; You say you have a fortune to leave
+them. Oh, man and woman, have you not learned that like vultures, like
+hawks, like eagles, riches have wings and fly away? Though you should
+be successful in leaving a competency behind you, the trickery of
+executors may swamp it in a night? or some officials in our churches
+may get up a mining company and induce your orphans to put their money
+into a hole in Colorado, and if by the most skillful machinery the
+sunken money can not be brought up again, prove to them, that it was
+eternally decreed that that was the way they were to lose it, and that
+it went in the most orthodox and heavenly style. Oh, the damnable
+schemes that professed Christians will engage in until God puts His
+fingers into the collar of the hypocrite's robe and strips it clear
+down to the bottom! You have no right, because you are well off, to
+conclude that your children are going to be as well off. A man died
+leaving a large fortune. His son fell dead in a Philadelphia
+grog-shop. His old comrades came in and said as they bent over his
+corpse: &quot;What is the matter with you, Boggsey?&quot; The surgeon standing
+over him said: &quot;Hush ye! He is dead!&quot; &quot;Oh, he is dead,&quot; they said.
+&quot;Come, boys; let us go and take a drink in memory of poor Boggsey!&quot;
+Have you nothing better than money to leave your children? If you have
+not, but send your daughters into the world with empty brain and
+unskilled hand, you are guilty of assassination, homicide, regicide,
+infanticide.</p>
+
+<p>There are women toiling in our cities for two and three dollars per
+week who were the daughters of merchant princes. These suffering ones
+now would be glad to have the crumbs that once fell from their
+fathers' table. That worn-out, broken shoe that she wears is the
+lineal descendant of the twelve-dollar gaiters in which her mother
+walked; and that torn and faded calico had ancestry of magnificent
+brocade that swept Broadway clean without any expense to the street
+commissioners. Though you live in an elegant residence and fare
+sumptuously every day, let your daughters feel it is a disgrace to
+them not to know how to work. I denounce the idea prevalent in society
+that, though our young women may embroider slippers and crochet and
+make mats for lamps to stand on without disgrace, the idea of doing
+anything for a livelihood is dishonorable. It is a shame for a young
+woman belonging to a large family to be inefficient when the father
+toils his life away for her support. It is a shame for a daughter to
+be idle while her mother toils at the wash-tub. It is as honorable to
+sweep the house, make beds or trim hats as it is to twist a
+watch-chain.</p>
+
+<p>As far as I can understand, the line of respectability lies between
+that which is useful and that which is useless. If women do that which
+is of no value, their work is honorable. If they do practical work, it
+is dishonorable. That our young women may escape the censure of doing
+dishonorable work, I shall particularize. You may knit a tidy for the
+back of an arm-chair, but by no means make the money wherewith to buy
+the chair. You may with a delicate brush beautify a mantel ornament,
+but die rather than earn enough to buy a marble mantel. You may learn
+artistic music until you can squall Italian, but never sing
+&quot;Ortonville&quot; or &quot;Old Hundred.&quot; Do nothing practical if you would in
+the eyes of refined society preserve your respectability. I scout
+these fine notions. I tell you a woman, no more than a man, has a
+right to occupy a place in this world unless she pays a rent for it.</p>
+
+<p>In the course of a life-time you consume whole harvests and droves of
+cattle, and every day you live, breathe forty hogsheads of good, pure
+air. You must by some kind of usefulness pay for all this. Our race
+was the last thing created&mdash;the birds and fishes on the fourth day,
+the cattle and lizards on the fifth day, and man on the sixth day. If
+geologists are right, the earth was a million of years in the
+possession of the insects, beasts, and birds before our race came upon
+it. In one sense we were innovators. The cattle, the lizards, and the
+hawks had pre-emption right. The question is not what we are to do
+with the lizards and summer insects, but what the lizards and summer
+insects are to do with us. If we want a place in this world, we must
+earn it. The partridge makes its own nest before it occupies it. The
+lark by its morning song earns its breakfast before it eats it, and
+the Bible gives an intimation that the first duty of an idler is to
+starve when it says: &quot;If he will not work, neither shall he eat.&quot;
+Idleness ruins the health; and very soon nature says: &quot;This man has
+refused to pay his rent, out with him!&quot; Society is to be reconstructed
+on the subject of woman's toil. A vast majority of those who would
+have woman industrious shut her up to a few kinds of work. My judgment
+in this matter is that a woman has a right to do anything that she can
+do well. There should be no department of merchandise, mechanism, art,
+or science barred against her. If Miss Hosmer has genius for
+sculpture, give her a chisel. If Rosa Bonheur has a fondness for
+delineating animals, let her make &quot;The Horse Fair.&quot; If Miss Mitchell
+will study astronomy, let her mount the starry ladder. If Lydia will
+be a merchant, let her sell purple. If Lucretia Mott will preach the
+Gospel, let her thrill with her womanly eloquence the Quaker
+meeting-house.</p>
+
+<p>It is said, If woman is given such opportunities she will occupy
+places that might be taken by men. I say, If she have more skill and
+adaptedness for any position than a man has, let her have it! She has
+as much right to her bread, to her apparel, and to her home, as men
+have. But it is said that her nature is so delicate that she is
+unfitted for exhausting toil. I ask in the name of all past history
+what toil on earth is more severe, exhausting, and tremendous than
+that toil of the needle to which for ages she has been subjected? The
+battering-ram, the sword, the carbine, the battle-ax, have made no
+such havoc as the needle. I would that these living sepulchers in
+which women have for ages been buried might be opened, and that some
+resurrection trumpet might bring up these living corpses to the fresh
+air and sunlight.</p>
+
+<p>Go with me and I will show you a woman who by hardest toil supports
+her children, her drunken husband, her old father and mother, pays her
+house rent, always has wholesome food on her table, and when she can
+get some neighbor on the Sabbath to come in and take care of her
+family, appears in church with hat and cloak that are far from
+indicating the toil to which she is subjected. Such a woman as that
+has body and soul enough to fit her for any position. She could stand
+beside the majority of your salesmen and dispose of more goods. She
+could go into your wheelwright shops and beat one half of your workmen
+at making carriages. We talk about woman as though we had resigned to
+her all the light work, and ourselves had shouldered the heavier. But
+the day of judgment, which will reveal the sufferings of the stake and
+Inquisition, will marshal before the throne of God and the hierarchs
+of heaven the martyrs of wash-tub and needle. Now, I say if there be
+any preference in occupation, let women have it. God knows her trials
+are the severest. By her acuter sensitiveness to misfortune, by her
+hour of anguish, I demand that no one hedge up her pathway to a
+livelihood. Oh! the meanness, the despicability of men who begrudge a
+woman the right to work anywhere in any honorable calling!</p>
+
+<p>I go still further and say that woman should have equal compensation
+with men. By what principle of justice is it that women in many of our
+cities get only two thirds as much pay as men, and in many cases only
+half? Here is the gigantic injustice&mdash;that for work equally well, if
+not better, done, woman receives far less compensation than man. Start
+with the National Government. Women clerks in Washington get nine
+hundred dollars for doing that for which men receive eighteen hundred
+dollars. The wheel of oppression is rolling over the necks of
+thousands of women who are at this moment in despair about what they
+are to do. Many of the largest mercantile establishments of our cities
+are accessory to these abominations, and from their large
+establishments there are scores of souls being pitched off into death,
+and their employers know it. Is there a God? Will there be a judgment?
+I tell you, if God rises up to redress woman's wrongs, many of our
+large establishments will be swallowed up quicker than a South
+American earthquake ever took down a city. God will catch these
+oppressors between the two millstones of his wrath and grind them to
+powder.</p>
+
+<p>Why is it that a female principal in a school gets only eight hundred
+and twenty-five dollars for doing work for which a male principal gets
+sixteen hundred and fifty dollars? I hear from all this land the wail
+of womanhood. Man has nothing to answer to that wail but flatteries.
+He says she is an angel. She is not. She knows she is not. She is a
+human being who gets hungry when she has no food, and cold when she
+has no fire. Give her no more flatteries; give her justice! There are
+sixty-five thousand sewing-girls in New York and Brooklyn. Across the
+sunlight comes their death groan. It is not such a cry as comes from
+those who are suddenly hurled out of life, but a slow, grinding,
+horrible wasting-away. Gather them before you and look into their
+faces, pinched, ghastly, hunger-struck! Look at their fingers,
+needle-pricked and blood-tipped! See that premature stoop in the
+shoulders! Hear that dry, hacking, merciless cough! At a large meeting
+of these women held in a hall in Philadelphia, grand speeches were
+delivered, but a needle-woman took the stand, threw aside her faded
+shawl, and with her shriveled arm hurled a very thunder-bolt of
+eloquence, speaking out the horrors of her own experience.</p>
+
+<p>Stand at the corner of a street in New York at six or seven o'clock in
+the morning as the women go to work. Many of them had no breakfast
+except the crumbs that were left over from the night before, or the
+crumbs they chew on their way through the street. Here they come! The
+working-girls of New York and Brooklyn. These engaged in head work,
+these in flower-making, in millinery, in paper-box making; but, most
+overworked of all and least compensated, the sewing-women. Why do they
+not take the city cars on their way up? They can not afford the five
+cents. If, concluding to deny herself something else, she gets into
+the car, give her a seat. You want to see how Latimer and Ridley
+appeared in the fire. Look at that woman and behold a more horrible
+martyrdom, a hotter fire, a more agonizing death. Ask that woman how
+much she gets for her work, and she will tell you six cents for making
+coarse shirts and find her own thread.</p>
+
+<p>Years ago, one Sabbath night in the vestibule of this church, after
+service, a woman fell in convulsions. The doctor said she needed
+medicine not so much as something to eat. As she began to revive, in
+her delirium she said, gaspingly: &quot;Eight cents! Eight cents! Eight
+cents! I wish I could get it done, I am so tired. I wish I could get
+some sleep, but I must get it done. Eight cents! Eight cents! Eight
+cents!&quot; We found afterward that she was making garments for eight
+cents apiece, and that she could make but three of them in a day. Hear
+it! Three times eight are twenty-four. Hear it, men and women who have
+comfortable homes! Some of the worst villains of our cities are the
+employers of these women. They beat them down to the last penny and
+try to cheat them out of that. The woman must deposit a dollar or two
+before she gets the garments to work on. When the work is done it is
+sharply inspected, the most insignificant flaws picked out, and the
+wages refused and sometimes the dollar deposited not given back. The
+Women's Protective Union reports a case where one of the poor souls,
+finding a place where she could get more wages, resolved to change
+employers, and went to get her pay for work done. The employer says:
+&quot;I hear you are going to leave me?&quot; &quot;Yes,&quot; she said, &quot;and I have come
+to get what you owe me.&quot; He made no answer. She said: &quot;Are you not
+going to pay me?&quot; &quot;Yes,&quot; he said, &quot;I will pay you,&quot; and he kicked her
+down-stairs.</p>
+
+<p>Oh, that Women's Protective Union, 19 Clinton Place, New York! The
+blessings of Heaven be on it for the merciful and divine work it is
+doing in the defense of toiling womanhood! What tragedies of suffering
+are presented to them day by day! A paragraph from their report: &quot;'Can
+you make Mr. Jones pay me? He owes me for three weeks at $2.50 a week,
+and I can't get anything, and my child is very sick!' The speaker, a
+young woman lately widowed, burst into a flood of tears as she spoke.
+She was bidden to come again the next afternoon and repeat her story
+to the attorney at his usual weekly hearing of frauds and impositions.
+Means were found by which Mr. Jones was induced to pay the $7.50.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Another paragraph from their report: &quot;A fortnight had passed, when she
+modestly hinted a desire to know how much her services were worth.
+'Oh, my dear,' he replied, 'you are getting to be one of the most
+valuable hands in the trade; you will always get the very best price.
+Ten dollars a week you will be able to earn very easily.' And the
+girl's fingers flew on with her work at a marvelous rate. The picture
+of $10 a week had almost turned her head. A few nights later, while
+crossing the ferry, she overheard the name of her employer in the
+conversation of girls who stood near: 'What, John Snipes? Why, he
+don't pay! Look out for him every time. He'll keep you on trial, as he
+calls it, for weeks, and then he'll let you go, and get some other
+fool!' And thus Jane Smith gained her warning against the swindler.
+But the Union held him in the toils of the law until he paid the worth
+of each of those days of 'trial.'&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Another paragraph: &quot;Her mortification may be imagined when told that
+one of the two five-dollar bills which she had just received for her
+work was counterfeit. But her mortification was swallowed up in
+indignation when her employer denied having paid her the money, and
+insultingly asked her to prove it. When the Protective Union had
+placed this matter in the courts, the judge said: 'You will pay
+Eleanor the amount of her claim, $5.83, and also the costs of the
+court.'&quot;</p>
+
+<p>How are these evils to be eradicated? Some say: &quot;Give woman the
+ballot.&quot; What effect such ballot might have on other questions I am
+not here to discuss; but what would be the effect of female suffrage
+on women's wages? I do not believe that woman will ever get justice by
+woman's ballot. Indeed, women oppress women as much as men do. Do not
+women, as much as men, beat down to the lowest figure the woman who
+sews for them? Are not women as sharp as men on washer-women and
+milliners and mantua-makers? If a woman asks a dollar for her work,
+does not her female employer ask her if she will not take ninety
+cents? You say, &quot;Only ten cents difference.&quot; But that is sometimes the
+difference between heaven and hell. Women often have less
+commiseration for women than men. If a woman steps aside from the path
+of rectitude, man may forgive&mdash;woman never! Woman will never get
+justice done her from woman's ballot. Neither will she get it from
+man's ballot. How then? God will rise up for her. God has more
+resources than we know of. The flaming sword that hung at Eden's gate
+when woman was driven out will cleave with its terrible edge her
+oppressors.</p>
+
+<p>But there is something for women to do. Let young people prepare to
+excel in spheres of work, and they will be able after awhile to get
+larger wages. Unskilled and incompetent labor must take what is given:
+skilled and competent labor will eventually make its own standard.
+Admitting that the law of supply and demand regulates these things, I
+contend that the demand for skilled labor is very great and the supply
+very small. Start with the idea that work is honorable, and that you
+can do some one thing better than anybody else. Resolve that, God
+helping, you will take care of yourself. If you are after awhile
+called into another relation you will all the better be qualified for
+it by your spirit of self-reliance, or if you are called to stay as
+you are, you can be happy and self-supporting.</p>
+
+<p>Poets are fond of talking about man as an oak and woman the vine that
+climbs it; but I have seen many a tree fall that not only went down
+itself, but took all the vines with it. I can tell you of something
+stronger than an oak for an ivy to climb on, and that is the throne of
+the great Jehovah. Single or affianced, that woman is strong who leans
+on God and does her best. Many of you will go single-handed through
+life, and you will have to choose between two characters. Young woman,
+I am sure you will turn your back upon the useless, giggling,
+irresponsible nonentity which society ignominiously acknowledges to be
+a woman, and ask God to make you an humble, active, earnest Christian.
+What will become of that womanly disciple of the world? She is more
+thoughtful of the attitude she strikes upon the carpet than how she
+will look in the judgment; more worried about her freckles than her
+sins; more interested in her apparel than in her redemption. The
+dying actress whose life had been vicious said: &quot;The scene
+closes&mdash;draw the curtain.&quot; Generally the tragedy comes first and the
+farce afterward; but in her life it was first the farce of a useless
+life and then the tragedy of a wretched eternity.</p>
+
+<p>Compare the life and death of such a one with that of some Christian
+aunt that was once a blessing to your household. I do not know that
+she was ever asked to give her hand in marriage. She lived single,
+that, untrammeled, she might be everybody's blessing. Whenever the
+sick were to be visited or the poor to be provided with bread she went
+with a blessing. She could pray or sing &quot;Rock of Ages&quot; for any sick
+pauper who asked her. As she got older there were many days when she
+was a little sharp, but for the most part auntie was a sunbeam&mdash;just
+the one for Christmas Eve. She knew better than any one else how to
+fix things. Her every prayer, as God heard it, was full of everybody
+who had trouble. The brightest things in all the house dropped from
+her fingers. She had peculiar notions, but the grandest notion she
+ever had was to make you happy. She dressed well&mdash;auntie always
+dressed well; but her highest adornment was that of a meek and quiet
+spirit, which, in the sight of God, is of great price. When she died
+you all gathered lovingly about her; and as you carried her out to
+rest, the Sunday-school class almost covered the coffin with
+japonicas; and the poor people stood at the end of the alley, with
+their aprons to their eyes, sobbing bitterly, and the man of the world
+said, with Solomon: &quot;Her price was above rubies;&quot; and Jesus, as unto
+the maiden in Judea, commanded, &quot;I say unto thee, Arise!&quot;</p>
+
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="tobacco_and_opium" id="tobacco_and_opium"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>TOBACCO AND OPIUM.</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">&quot;Let the earth bring forth grass, the herb yielding
+ seed.&quot;&mdash;<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Gen.</span> i: 11.</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>The two first born of our earth were the grass-blade and the herb.
+They preceded the brute creation and the human family&mdash;the grass for
+the animal creation, the herb for human service. The cattle came and
+took possession of their inheritance, the grass-blade; man came and
+took possession of his inheritance, the herb. We have the herb for
+food as in case of hunger, for narcotic as in case of insomnia, for
+anodyne as in case of paroxysm, for stimulant as when the pulses flag
+under the weight of disease. The caterer comes and takes the herb and
+presents it in all styles of delicacy. The physician comes and takes
+the herb and compounds it for physical recuperation. Millions of
+people come and take the herb for ruinous physical and intellectual
+delectation. The herb, which was divinely created, and for good
+purposes, has often been degraded for bad results. There is a useful
+and a baneful employment of the herbaceous kingdom.</p>
+
+<p>There sprung up in Yucatan of this continent an herb that has
+bewitched the world. In the fifteenth century it crossed the Atlantic
+Ocean and captured Spain. Afterward it captured Portugal. Then the
+French embassadors took it to Paris, and it captured the French
+Empire. Then Walter Raleigh took it to London, and it captured Great
+Britain. Nicotiana, ascribed to that genus by the botanists, but we
+all know it is the exhilarating, elevating, emparadising,
+nerve-shattering, dyspepsia-breeding, health-destroying tobacco. I
+shall not in my remarks be offensively personal, because you all use
+it, or nearly all! I know by experience how it soothes and roseates
+the world, and kindles sociality, and I also know some of its baleful
+results. I was its slave, and by the grace of God I have become its
+conqueror. Tens of thousands of people have been asking the question
+during the past two months, asking it with great pathos and great
+earnestness: &quot;Does the use of tobacco produce cancerous and other
+troubles?&quot; I shall not answer the question in regard to any particular
+case, but shall deal with the subject in a more general way.</p>
+
+<p>You say to me, &quot;Did God not create tobacco?&quot; Yes. You say to me, &quot;Is
+not God good?&quot; Yes. Well, then, you say, &quot;If God is good and he
+created tobacco, He must have created it for some good purpose.&quot; Yes,
+your logic is complete. But God created the common sense at the same
+time, by which we are to know how to use a poison and how not to use
+it. God created that just as He created henbane and nux vomica and
+copperas and belladonna and all other poisons, whether directly
+created by Himself or extracted by man.</p>
+
+<p>That it is a poison no man of common sense will deny. A case was
+reported where a little child lay upon its mother's lap and one drop
+fell from a pipe to the child's lip, and it went into convulsions and
+into death. But you say, &quot;Haven't people lived on in complete use of
+it to old age?&quot; Oh, yes; just as I have seen inebriates seventy years
+old. In Boston, years ago, there was a meeting in which there were
+several centenarians, and they were giving their experience, and one
+centenarian said that he had lived over a hundred years, and that he
+ascribed it to the fact that he had refrained from the use of
+intoxicating liquors. Right after him another centenarian said he had
+lived over a hundred years, and he ascribed it to the fact that for
+the last fifty years he had hardly seen a sober moment. It is an
+amazing thing how many outrages men may commit upon their physical
+system and yet live on. In the case of the man of the jug he lived on
+because his body was pickled. In the case of the man of the pipe, he
+lived on because his body turned into smoked liver!</p>
+
+<p>But are there no truths to be uttered in regard to this great evil?
+What is the advice to be given to the multitude of young people who
+hear me this day? What is the advice you are going to give to your
+children?</p>
+
+<p>First of all, we must advise them to abstain from the use of tobacco
+because all the medical fraternity of the United States and Great
+Britain agree in ascribing to this habit terrific unhealth. The men
+whose life-time work is the study of the science of health say so, and
+shall I set up my opinion against theirs? Dr. Agnew, Dr. Olcott, Dr.
+Barnes, Dr. Rush, Dr. Mott, Dr. Harvey, Dr. Hosack&mdash;all the doctors,
+allopathic, homeopathic, hydropathic, eclectic, denounce the habit as
+a matter of unhealth. A distinguished physician declared he considered
+the use of tobacco caused seventy different styles of disease, and he
+says: &quot;Of all the cases of cancer in the mouth that have come under my
+observation, almost in every case it has been ascribed to tobacco.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The united testimony of all physicians is that it depresses the
+nervous system, that it takes away twenty-five per cent. of the
+physical vigor of this generation, and that it goes on as the years
+multiply and, damaging this generation with accumulated curse, it
+strikes other centuries. And if it is so deleterious to the body, how
+much more destructive to the mind. An eminent physician, who was the
+superintendent of the insane asylum at Northampton, Massachusetts,
+says: &quot;Fully one half the patients we get in our asylum have lost
+their intellect through the use of tobacco.&quot; If it is such a bad thing
+to injure the body, what a bad thing, what a worse thing it is to
+injure the mind, and any man of common sense knows that tobacco
+attacks the nervous system, and everybody knows that the nervous
+system attacks the mind.</p>
+
+<p>Besides that, all reformers will tell you that the use of tobacco
+creates an unnatural thirst, and it is the cause of drunkenness in
+America to-day more than anything else. In all cases where you find
+men taking strong drink you find they use tobacco. There are men who
+use tobacco who do not take strong drink, but all who use strong drink
+use tobacco, and that shows beyond controversy there is an affinity
+between the two products. There are reformers here to-day who will
+testify to you it is impossible for a man to reform from taking strong
+drink until he quits tobacco. In many of the cases where men have been
+reformed from strong drink and have gone back to their cups, they
+have testified that they first touched tobacco and then they
+surrendered to intoxicants.</p>
+
+<p>I say in the presence of this assemblage to-day, in which there are
+many physicians&mdash;and they know that what I say is true on the
+subject&mdash;that the pathway to the drunkard's grave and the drunkard's
+hell is strewn thick with tobacco-leaves. What has been the testimony
+on this subject? Is this a mere statement of a preacher whose business
+it is to talk morals, or is the testimony of the world just as
+emphatic? What did Benjamin Franklin say? &quot;I never saw a well man in
+the exercise of common sense who would say that tobacco did him any
+good.&quot; What did Thomas Jefferson say? Certainly he is good authority.
+He says in regard to the culture of tobacco, &quot;It is a culture
+productive of infinite wretchdness.&quot; What did Horace Greeley say of
+it? &quot;It is a profane stench.&quot; What did Daniel Webster say of it? &quot;If
+those men must smoke, let them take the horse-shed!&quot; One reason why
+the habit goes on from destruction to destruction is that so many
+ministers of the gospel take it. They smoke themselves into
+bronchitis, and then the dear people have to send them to Europe to
+get them restored from exhausting religious services! They smoke until
+the nervous system is shattered. They smoke themselves to death. I
+could mention the names of five distinguished clergymen who died of
+cancer of the mouth, and the doctor said, in every case, it was the
+result of tobacco. The tombstone of many a minister of religion has
+been covered all over with handsome eulogy, when, if the true epitaph
+had been written, it would have said: &quot;Here lies a man killed by too
+much cavendish!&quot; They smoke until the world is blue, and their
+theology is blue, and everything is blue. How can a man stand in the
+pulpit and preach on the subject of temperance when he is indulging
+such a habit as that? I have seen a cuspadore in a pulpit into which
+the holy man dropped his cud before he got up to read about &quot;blessed
+are the pure in heart,&quot; and to read about the rolling of sin as a
+sweet morsel under the tongue, and to read about the unclean animals
+in Leviticus that chewed the cud.</p>
+
+<p>About sixty-five years ago a student at Andover Theological Seminary
+graduated into the ministry. He had an eloquence and a magnetism which
+sent him to the front. Nothing could stand before him. But in a few
+months he was put in an insane asylum, and the physician said tobacco
+was the cause of the disaster. It was the custom in those days to give
+a portion of tobacco to every patient in the asylum. Nearly twenty
+years passed along, and that man was walking the floor of his cell in
+the asylum, when his reason returned, and he saw the situation, and he
+took the tobacco from his mouth and threw it against the iron gate of
+the place in which he was confined, and he said: &quot;What brought me
+here? What keeps me here? Tobacco! tobacco! God forgive me, God help
+me, and I will never use it again.&quot; He was fully restored to reason,
+came forth, preached the Gospel of Christ for some ten years, and then
+went into everlasting blessedness.</p>
+
+<p>There are ministers of religion now in this country who are dying by
+inches, and they do not know what is the matter with them. They are
+being killed by tobacco. They are despoiling their influence through
+tobacco. They are malodorous with tobacco. I could give one paragraph
+of history, and that would be my own experience. It took ten cigars to
+make one sermon, and I got very nervous, and I awakened one day to see
+what an outrage I was committing upon my health by the use of tobacco.
+I was about to change settlement, and a generous tobacconist of
+Philadelphia told me if I would come to Philadelphia and be his pastor
+he would give me all the cigars I wanted for nothing all the rest of
+my life. I halted. I said to myself, &quot;If I smoke more than I ought to
+now in these war times, and when my salary is small, what would I do
+if I had gratuitous and unlimited supply?&quot; Then and there, twenty-four
+years ago, I quit once and forever. It made a new man of me. Much of
+the time the world looked blue before that, because I was looking
+through tobacco smoke. Ever since the world has been full of sunshine,
+and though I have done as much work as any one of my age, God has
+blessed me, it seems to me, with the best health that a man ever had.</p>
+
+<p>I say that no minister of religion can afford to smoke. Put in my hand
+all the money expended by Christian men in Brooklyn for tobacco, and I
+will support three orphan asylums as well and as grandly as the three
+great orphan asylums already established. Put into my hand the money
+spent by the Christians of America for tobacco, and I will clothe,
+shelter, and feed all the suffering poor of the continent. The
+American Church gives a million dollars a year for the salvation of
+the heathen, and American Christians smoke five million dollars' worth
+of tobacco.</p>
+
+<p>I stand here to-day in the presence of a vast multitude of young
+people who are forming their habits. Between seventeen and twenty-five
+years of age a great many young men get on them habits in the use of
+tobacco that they never get over. Let me say to all my young friends,
+you can not afford to smoke, you can not afford to chew. You either
+take very good tobacco, or you take very cheap tobacco. If it is
+cheap, I will tell you why it is cheap. It is made of burdock, and
+lampblack, and sawdust, and colt's-foot, and plantain leaves, and
+fuller's earth, and salt, and alum, and lime, and a little tobacco,
+and you can not afford to put such a mess as that in your mouth. But
+if you use expensive tobacco, do you not think it would be better for
+you to take that amount of money which you are now expending for this
+herb, and which you will expend during the course of your life if you
+keep the habit up, and with it buy a splendid farm and make the
+afternoon and the evening of your life comfortable?</p>
+
+<p>There are young men whose life is going out inch by inch from
+cigarettes. Now, do you not think it would be well for you to listen
+to the testimony of a merchant of New York, who said this: &quot;In early
+life I smoked six cigars a day at six and a half cents each. They
+averaged that. I thought to myself one day, I'll just put aside all I
+consume in cigars and all I would consume if I keep on in the habit,
+and I'll see what it will come to by compound interest.&quot; And he gives
+this tremendous statistic: &quot;Last July completed thirty-nine years
+since, by the grace of God, I was emancipated from the filthy habit,
+and the saving amounted to the enormous sum of $29,102.03 by compound
+interest. We lived in the city, but the children, who had learned
+something of the enjoyment of country life from their annual visits to
+their grandparents, longed for a home among the green fields. I found
+a very pleasant place in the country for sale. The cigar money came
+into requisition, and I found it amounted to a sufficient sum to
+purchase the place, and it is mine. Now, boys, you take your choice.
+Smoking without a home, or a home without smoking.&quot; This is common
+sense as well as religion.</p>
+
+<p>I must say a word to my friends who smoke the best tobacco, and who
+could stop at any time. What is your Christian influence in this
+respect? What is your influence upon young men? Do you not think it
+would be better for you to exercise a little self-denial! People
+wondered why George Briggs, Governor of Massachusetts, wore a cravat
+but no collar. &quot;Oh,&quot; they said, &quot;it is an absurd eccentricity.&quot; This
+was the history of the cravat without any collar: For many years
+before he had been talking with an inebriate, trying to persuade him
+to give up the habit of drinking and he said to the inebriate, &quot;Your
+habit is entirely unnecessary.&quot; &quot;Ah!&quot; replied the inebriate, &quot;we do a
+great many things that are not necessary. It isn't necessary that you
+should have that collar.&quot; &quot;Well,&quot; said Mr. Briggs, &quot;I'll never wear a
+collar again if you will stop drinking.&quot; &quot;Agreed,&quot; said the other.
+They joined hands in a pledge that they kept for twenty years&mdash;kept
+until death. That is magnificent. That is Gospel, practical Gospel,
+worthy of George Briggs, worthy of you. Self-denial for others.
+Subtraction from our advantage that there may be an addition to
+somebody else's advantage.</p>
+
+<p>But what I have said has been chiefly appropriate for men. Now my
+subject widens and shall be appropriate for both sexes. In all ages of
+the world there has been a search for some herb or flower that would
+stimulate lethargy and compose grief. Among the ancient Greeks and
+Egyptians they found something they called nepenthe, and the Theban
+women knew how to compound it. If a person should chew a few of those
+leaves his grief would be immediately whelmed with hilarity. Nepenthe
+passed out from the consideration of the world and then came hasheesh,
+which is from the Indian hemp. It is manufactured from the flowers at
+the top. The workman with leathern apparel walks through the field and
+the exudation of the plants adheres to the leathern garments, and then
+the man comes out and scrapes off this exudation, and it is mixed with
+aromatics and becomes an intoxicant that has brutalized whole nations.
+Its first effect is sight, spectacle glorious and grand beyond all
+description, but afterward it pulls down body, mind, and soul into
+anguish.</p>
+
+<p>I knew one of the most brilliant men of our time. His appearance in a
+newspaper column, or a book, or a magazine was an enchantment. In the
+course of a half hour he could produce more wit and more valuable
+information than any man I ever heard talk. But he chewed hasheesh. He
+first took it out of curiosity to see whether the power said to be
+attached really existed. He took it. He got under the power of it. He
+tried to break loose. He put his hand in the cockatrice's den to see
+whether it would bite, and he found out to his own undoing. His
+friends gathered around and tried to save him, but he could not be
+saved. The father, a minister of the Gospel, prayed with him and
+counseled him, and out of a comparatively small salary employed the
+first medical advice of New York, Philadelphia, Edinburgh, Paris,
+London, and Berlin, for he was his only son. No help came. First his
+body gave way in pangs and convulsions of suffering. Then his mind
+gave way and he became a raving maniac. Then his soul went out
+blaspheming God into a starless eternity. He died at thirty years of
+age. Behold the work of accursed hasheesh.</p>
+
+<p>But I must put my emphasis upon the use of opium. It is made from the
+white poppy. It is not a new discovery. Three hundred years before
+Christ we read of it; but it was not until the seventh century that it
+took up its march of death, and, passing out of the curative and the
+medicinal, through smoking and mastication it has become the curse of
+nations. In 1861 there were imported into this country one hundred and
+seven thousand pounds of opium. In 1880, nineteen years after, there
+were imported five hundred and thirty thousand pounds of opium. In
+1876 there were in this country two hundred and twenty-five thousand
+opium-consumers. Now, it is estimated there are in the United States
+to-day six hundred thousand victims of opium. It is appalling.</p>
+
+<p>We do not know why some families do not get on. There is something
+mysterious about them. The opium habit is so stealthy, it is so
+deceitful, and it is so deathful, you can cure a hundred men of
+strong drink where you can cure one opium-eater.</p>
+
+<p>I have knelt down in this very church by those who were elegant in
+apparel, and elegant in appearance, and from the depths of their souls
+and from the depths of my soul, we cried out for God's rescue. Somehow
+it did not come. In many a household only the physician and pastor
+know it&mdash;the physician called in for physical relief, the pastor
+called in for spiritual relief, and they both fail. The physician
+confesses his defeat, the minister of religion confesses his defeat,
+for somehow God does not seem to hear a prayer offered for an
+opium-eater. His grace is infinite, and I have been told there are
+cases of reformation. I never saw one. I say this not to wound the
+feelings of any who may feel this awful grip, but to utter a potent
+warning that you stand back from that gate of hell. Oh, man, oh,
+woman, tampering with this great evil, have you fallen back on this as
+a permanent resource because of some physical distress or mental
+anguish? Better stop. The ecstasies do not pay for the horrors. The
+Paradise is followed too soon by the Pandemonium. Morphia, a blessing
+of God for the relief of sudden pang and of acute dementia,
+misappropriated and never intended for permanent use.</p>
+
+<p>It is not merely the barbaric fanatics that are taken down by it. Did
+you ever read De Quincey's &quot;Confessions of an Opium-Eater?&quot; He says
+that during the first ten years the habit handed to him all the keys
+of Paradise, but it would take something as mighty as De Quincey's pen
+to describe the consequent horrors. There is nothing that I have ever
+read about the tortures of the damned that seemed more horrible than
+those which De Quincey says he suffered. Samuel Taylor Coleridge first
+conquered the world with his exquisite pen, and then was conquered by
+opium. The most brilliant, the most eloquent lawyer of the nineteenth
+century went down under its power, and there is a vast multitude of
+men and women&mdash;but more women than men&mdash;who are going into the dungeon
+of that awful incarceration.</p>
+
+<p>The worst thing about it is, it takes advantage of one's weakness. De
+Quincey says: &quot;I got to be an opium-eater on account of my
+rheumatism.&quot; Coleridge says: &quot;I got to be an opium-eater on account of
+my sleeplessness.&quot; For what are you taking it? For God's sake do not
+take it long. The wealthiest, the grandest families going down under
+its power. Twenty-five thousand victims of opium in Chicago.
+Twenty-five thousand victims of opium in St. Louis, and, according to
+that average, seventy-five thousand victims of opium in New York and
+Brooklyn.</p>
+
+<p>The clerk of a drug store says: &quot;I can tell them when they come in;
+there is something about their complexion, something about their
+manner, something about the look of their eyes that shows they are
+victims.&quot; Some in the struggle to get away from it try chloral. Whole
+tons of chloral manufactured in Germany every year. Baron Liebig says
+he knows one chemist in Germany who manufactures a half ton of chloral
+every week. Beware of hydrate of chloral. It is coming on with mighty
+tread to curse these cities. But I am chiefly under this head speaking
+of the morphine. The devil of morphia is going to be in this country,
+in my opinion, mightier than the devil of alcohol. By the power of the
+Christian pulpit, by the power of the Christianized printing-press, by
+the power of the Lord God Almighty, all these evils are going to be
+extirpated&mdash;all, all, and you have a work in regard to that, and I
+have a work. But what we do we had better do right away. The clock
+ticks now, and we hear it; after awhile the clock will tick and we
+will not hear it.</p>
+
+<p>I sat at a country fireside, and I saw the fire kindle and blaze, and
+go out. I sat long enough at that fireside to get a good many
+practical reflections, and I said: &quot;That is like human life, that fire
+on the hearth.&quot; We put on the fagots and they blaze up, and out, and
+on, and the whole room is filled with the light, gay of sparkle, gay
+of flash, gay of crackle. Emblem of boyhood. Now the fire intensifies.
+Now the flame reddens into coals. Now the heat is becoming more and
+more intense, and the more it is stirred the redder is the coal. Now
+with one sweep of flame it cleaves the way, and all the hearth glows
+with the intensity. Emblem of full manhood. Now the coals begin to
+whiten. Now the heat lessens. Now the flickering shadows die along the
+wall. Now the fagots fall apart. Now the household hover over the
+expiring embers. Now the last breath of smoke is lost in the chimney.
+The fire is out. Shovel up the white remains. Ashes! Ashes!</p>
+
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<a name="why_are_satan" id="why_are_satan"></a><hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>WHY ARE SATAN AND SIN PERMITTED?</h3><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span>
+
+<p class="blkquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">&quot;Wherefore do the wicked live?&quot;&mdash;
+<span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 100%">Job</span> xxi: 7,</p>
+<br />
+
+<p>Poor Job! With tusks and horns and hoofs and stings, all the
+misfortunes of life seemed to come upon him at once. Bankruptcy,
+bereavement, scandalization, and eruptive disease so irritating that
+he had to re-enforce his ten finger-nails with pieces of earthenware
+to scratch himself withal. His wife took the diagnosis of his
+complaints and prescribed profanity. She thought he would feel better
+if between the paroxysms of grief and pain he would swear a little.
+For each boil a plaster of objurgation.</p>
+
+<p>Probably no man was ever more tempted to take the bad advice than
+when, at last, Job's three exasperating friends came in, Eliphaz,
+Zophar, and Bildad, practically saying to him, &quot;You old sinner, serves
+you right; you are a hypocrite; what a sight you are! God has sent
+these chastisements for your wickedness.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The disfigured invalid, putting down the pieces of broken saucer with
+which he had been rubbing his arms, with swollen eyelids looks up and
+says to his garrulous friends in substance, &quot;The most wicked people
+sometimes have the best health and are the most prospered,&quot; and then
+in that connection hurls the question which every man and woman has
+asked in some juncture of affairs, &quot;Wherefore do the wicked live?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>They build up fortunes that overshadow the earth. They confound all
+the life-insurance tables on the subject of longevity, dying
+octogenarians, perhaps nonagenarians, possibly centenarians. Ahab in
+the palace, Naboth in the cabinet. Unclean Herod on the throne,
+consecrated Paul twisting ropes for tent-making. Manasseh, the worst
+of all the kings of Juda, living longer than any of them. While the
+general rule is the wicked do not live out half their days, there are
+exceptions where they live on to great age and in a Paradise of beauty
+and luxuriance, and die with a whole college of physicians expending
+its skill in trying further prolongation of life, and have a funeral
+with casket under mountain of calla-lilies, the finest equipages of
+the city jingling and flashing into line, the poor, angle-worm of the
+dust carried out to its hole in the ground with the pomp that might
+make a spirit from some other world suppose that the Archangel Michael
+was dead.</p>
+
+<p>Go up among the finest residences of the city, and on some of the
+door-plates you will find the names of those mightiest for commercial
+and social iniquity. They are the vampires of society&mdash;they are the
+gorgons of the century. Some of these men have each wheel of their
+carriage a juggernaut wet with the blood of those sacrificed to their
+avarice. Some of them are like Caligula, who wished that all the
+people had only one neck that he might strike it off at one blow. Oh,
+the slain, the slain! A long procession of usurers and libertines and
+infamous quacks and legal charlatans and world-grabbing monsters. What
+apostleship of despoliation! Demons incarnate. Hundreds of men
+concentering all their energies of body, mind, and soul in one
+prolonged, ever-intensifying, and unrelenting effort to scald and
+scarify and blast and consume the world. I do not blame you for asking
+me the quivering, throbbing, burning, resounding, appalling question
+of my text, &quot;Wherefore do the wicked live?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>In the first place, they live to demonstrate beyond all controversy
+the long-suffering patience of God. You sometimes say, under some
+great affront, &quot;I will not stand it;&quot; but perhaps you are compelled to
+stand it. God, with all the batteries of omnipotence loaded with
+thunderbolts, stands it century after century. I have no doubt
+sometimes an angel comes to Him and suggests, &quot;Now is the time to
+strike.&quot; &quot;No,&quot; says God; &quot;wait a year, wait twenty years, wait a
+century, wait five centuries.&quot; What God does is not so wonderful as
+what He does not do. He has the reserve corps with which He could
+strike Mormonism and Mohammedanism and Paganism from the earth in a
+day. He could take all the fraud in New York on the west side of
+Broadway and hurl it into the Hudson, and all the fraud on the east
+side of Broadway and hurl it into the East River in an hour. He
+understands the combination lock of every dishonest money-safe, and
+could blow it up quicker than by any earthly explosive. Written all
+over the earth, written all over history are the words, &quot;Divine
+forbearance, divine leniency, divine long-suffering.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I wonder that God did not burn this world up two thousand years ago,
+scattering its ashes into immensity, its aerolites dropping into
+other worlds to be kept in their museums as specimens of a defunct
+planet. People sometimes talk of God as though He were hasty in His
+judgments and as though He snapped men up quick. Oh, no! He waited one
+hundred and twenty years for the people to get into the ark, and
+warned them all the time&mdash;one hundred and twenty years, then the flood
+came. The Anchor Line gives only a month's announcement of the sailing
+of the &quot;Circassia,&quot; the White Star Line gives only a month's
+announcement of the sailing of the &quot;Britannic,&quot; the Cunard Line gives
+only a month's announcement of the sailing of the &quot;Oregon;&quot; but of the
+sailing of that ship that Noah commanded God gave one hundred and
+twenty years' announcement and warning. Patience antediluvian,
+patience postdiluvian, patience in times Adamic, Abrahamic, Mosaic,
+Davidic, Pauline, Lutheran, Whitefieldian. Patience with men and
+nations. Patience with barbarisms and civilizations. Six thousand
+years of patience! Overtopping attribute of God, all of whose
+attributes are immeasurable. Why do the wicked live? That their
+overthrow may be the more impressive and climacteric. They must pile
+up their mischief until all the community shall see it, until the
+nation shall see it, until all the world shall see it. The higher it
+goes up the harder it will come down and the grander will be the
+divine vindication.</p>
+
+<p>God will not allow sin to sneak out of the world. God will not allow
+it merely to resign and quit. This shall not be a case that goes by
+default because no one appears against it. God will arraign it,
+handcuff it, try it, bring against it the verdict of all the good, and
+then gibbet it so high up that if one half of the gibbet stood on
+Mount Washington and the other on the Himalaya, it would not be any
+more conspicuous.</p>
+
+<p>About fifteen years ago we had in this country a most illustrious
+instance of how God lets a man go on in iniquity, so that at the close
+of the career his overthrow may be the more impressive, full of
+warning and climacteric. First, an honest chairmaker, then an
+alderman, then a member of congress, then a supervisor of a city, then
+school commissioner, then state senator, then commissioner of public
+works&mdash;on and up, stealing thousands of dollars here and thousands of
+dollars there, until the malfeasance in office overtopped anything the
+world had ever seen&mdash;making the new Court House in New York a monument
+of municipal crime, and rushing the debt of the city from thirty-six
+million dollars to ninety-seven millions. Now, he is at the top of
+millionairedom.</p>
+
+<p>Country-seat terraced and arbored and parterred clear to the water's
+brink. Horses enough to stock a king's equerry. Grooms and postilions
+in full rig. Wine cellars enough to make a whole legislature drunk.
+New York finances and New York politics in his vest pocket. He winked,
+and men in high place fell. He lifted his little finger, and
+ignoramuses took important office. He whispered, and in Albany and
+Washington they said it thundered. Wider and mightier and more baleful
+his influence, until it seemed as if Pandemonium was to be adjourned
+to this world, and in the Satanic realm there was to be a change of
+administration, and Apollyon, who had held dominion so long, should
+have a successful competitor.</p>
+
+<p>To bring all to a climax, a wedding came in the house of that man.
+Diamonds as large as hickory nuts. A pin of sixty diamonds
+representing sheaves of wheat. Musicians in a semicircle, half-hidden
+by a great harp of flowers. Ships of flowers. Forty silver sets, one
+of them with two hundred and forty pieces. One wedding-dress that cost
+five thousand dollars. A famous libertine, who owned several Long
+Island Sound steamboats, and not long before he was shot for his
+crimes, sent as a wedding present to that house a frosted silver
+iceberg, with representations of arctic bears walking on
+icicle-handles and ascending the spoons. Was there ever such a
+convocation of pictures, bronzes, of bric-&agrave;-brac, of grandeurs, social
+grandeurs? The highest wave of New York splendor rolled into that
+house and recoiled perhaps never again to rise so high. But just at
+that time, when all earthly and infernal observation was concentered
+on that man, eternal justice, impersonated by that wonder of the
+American bar, Charles O'Connor, got on the track of the offender.
+First arraignment, then sentence to twelve years' imprisonment under
+twelve indictments, then penitentiary on Blackwell's Island, then a
+lawsuit against him for six million dollars, then incarceration in
+Ludlow Street jail, then escape to foreign land, to be brought back
+under the stout grip of the constabulary, then dying of broken heart
+in a prison cell. God allowed him to go on in iniquity until all the
+world saw as never before that &quot;the way of the transgressor is hard,&quot;
+and that dishonesty will not declare permanent dividends, and that you
+had better be an honest chairmaker with a day's wages at a time than
+a brilliant commissioner of public works, all your pockets crammed
+with plunder.</p>
+
+<p>What a brilliant figure in history is William the Conqueror, the
+intimidator of France, of Anjou, of Brittany, victor at Hastings,
+snatching the crown of England and setting it on his own brow,
+destroying homesteads that he might have a larger game forest, making
+a Doomsday Book by which he could keep the whole land under despotic
+espionage, proclaiming war in revenge for a joke uttered in regard to
+his obesity. Harvest fields and vineyards going down under the cavalry
+hoof. Nations horror-struck. But one day while at the apex of all
+observation he is riding out and the horse put his hoof on a hot
+cinder, throwing the king so violently against the pommel of the
+saddle that he dies, his son hastening to England to get the crown
+before the breath has left his father's body.</p>
+
+<p>The imperial corpse drawn by a cart, most of the attendants leaving it
+in the street because of a fire alarm that they might go off and see
+the conflagration. And just as they are going to put his body down in
+the church which he had built, a man stepping up and saying, &quot;Bishop,
+the man you praise is a robber. This church stands on my father's
+homestead. The property on which this church is built is mine. I
+reclaim my right. In the name of Almighty God I forbid you to bury the
+king here, or to cover him with my glebe.&quot; &quot;Go up,&quot; said the ambition
+of William the Conqueror. &quot;Go up by conquest, go up by throne, go up
+in the sight of all nations, go up by cruelties.&quot; But one day God
+said, &quot;Come down, come down by the way of a miserable death, come down
+by the way of an ignominious obsequies, come down in the sight of all
+nations, come clear down, come down forever.&quot; And you and I see the
+same thing on a smaller scale many and many a time&mdash;illustrations of
+the fact that God lets the wicked live that He may make their
+overthrow the more climacteric.</p>
+
+<p>What is true in regard to sin is true in regard to its author, Satan,
+called Abaddon, called the Prince of the Power of the Air, called the
+serpent, called the dragon. It seems to me any intelligent man must
+admit that there is a commander-in-chief of all evil.</p>
+
+<p>The Persians called him Ahriman, the Hindus called him Siva. He was
+represented on canvas as a mythological combination of Thor and
+Cerberus and Pan and Vulcan and other horrible addenda. I do not care
+what you call him, that monster of evil is abroad, and his one work is
+destruction. John Milton almost glorified him by witchery of
+description, but he is the concentration of all meanness and of all
+despicability. My little child, seven years of age, said to her mother
+one day, &quot;Why don't God kill the devil at once, and have done with
+it?&quot; In less terse phrase we have all asked the same question. The
+Bible says he is to be imprisoned and he is to be chained down. Why
+not heave the old miscreant into his dungeon now? Does it not seem as
+if his volume of infamy were complete? Does it not seem as if the last
+fifty years would make an appropriate peroration? No; God will let him
+go on to the top of all bad endeavor, and then when all the earth and
+all constellations and galaxies and all the universe are watching, God
+will hurl him down with a violence and ghastliness enough to persuade
+five hundred eternities that a rebellion against God must perish. God
+will not do it by piecemeal, God will not do it by small skirmish. He
+will wait until all the troops are massed, and then some day when in
+defiant and confident mood, at the head of his army, this Goliath of
+hell stalks forth, our champion, the son of David, will strike him
+down, not with smooth stones from the brook, but with fragments from
+the Rock of Ages. But it will not be done until this giant of evil and
+his holy antagonist come out within full sight of the two great
+armies. The tragedy is only postponed to make the overthrow more
+impressive and climacteric. Do not fret. If God can afford to wait you
+can afford to wait. God's clock of destiny strikes only once in a
+thousand years. Do not try to measure events by the second-hand on
+your little time-piece. Sin and Satan go on only that their overthrow
+may at last be the more terrific, the more impressive, the more
+resounding, the more climacteric.</p>
+
+<p>Why do the wicked live? In order that they may build up fortresses for
+righteousness to capture. Have you not noticed that God harnesses men,
+bad men, and accomplishes good through them? Witness Cyrus, witness
+Nebuchadnezzar, witness the fact that the Bastile of oppression was
+pried open by the bayonets of a bad man. Recently there came to me the
+fact that a college had been built at the Far West for infidel
+purposes. There was to be no nonsense of chapel prayers, no Bible
+reading there. All the professors there were pronounced infidels. The
+college was opened, and the work went on, but, of course, failed. Not
+long ago a Presbyterian minister was in a bank in that village on
+purposes of business, and he heard in an adjoining room the board of
+trustees of that college discussing what they had better do with the
+institution, as it did not get on successfully, and one of the
+trustees proposed that it be handed over to the Presbyterians,
+prefacing the word Presbyterians with a very unhappy expletive. The
+resolutions were passed, and that fortress of infidelity has become a
+fortress of old-fashioned, orthodox religion, the only religion that
+will be worth a snap of your finger when you come to die or appear in
+the Day of Judgment. The devil built the college. Righteousness
+captured it.</p>
+
+<p>In some city there goes up a great club-house&mdash;the architecture, the
+furniture, all the equipment a bedazzlement of wealth. That particular
+club-house is designed to make gambling and dissipation respectable.</p>
+
+<p>Do not fret. That splendid building will after a while be a free
+library, or it will be a hospital, or it will be a gallery of pure
+art. Again and again observatories have been built by infidelity, and
+the first thing you know they go into the hand of Christian science.
+God said in the Bible that He would put a hook in Sennacherib's nose
+and pull him down by a way he knew not. And God has a hook to-day in
+the nose of every Sennacherib of infidelity and sin, and will drag him
+about as He will. Marble halls deserted to sinful amusements will yet
+be dedicated for religious assemblage. All these castles of sin are to
+be captured for God as we go forth with the battle-shout that Oliver
+Cromwell rang out at the head of his troops as he rode in on the field
+of Naseby: &quot;Let God arise and let His enemies be scattered!&quot; After a
+great fire in London, amid the ruins there was nothing left but an
+arch with the name of the architect upon it; and, my friends, whatever
+else goes down, God stays up.</p>
+
+<p>Why do the wicked live? That some of them may be monuments of mercy.</p>
+
+<p>So it was with John Newton, so it was with Augustine, perhaps so it
+was with you. Chieftains of sin to become chieftains of grace. Paul,
+the apostle, made out of Saul, the persecutor. Baxter, the flaming
+evangel, made out of Baxter, the blasphemer. Whole squadrons, with
+streamers of Emmanuel floating from the masthead, though once they
+were launched from the dry-docks of diabolism. God lets these wicked
+men live that He may make jewels out of them for coronets, that He may
+make tongues of fire out of them for Pentecosts, that He may make
+warriors out of them for Armageddons, that he may make conquerors out
+of them for the day when they shall ride at the head of the
+white-horse host in the grand review of the resurrection.</p>
+
+<p>Why do the wicked live? To make it plain beyond all controversy that
+there is another place of adjustment. So many of the bad up, so many
+of the good down. It seems to me that no man can look abroad without
+saying&mdash;no man of common sense, religious or irreligious, can look
+abroad without saying, &quot;There must be some place where brilliant
+scoundrelism shall be arrested, where innocence shall get out from
+under the heel of despotism.&quot; Common fairness as well as eternal
+justice demands it.</p>
+
+<p>We adjourn to the great assizes, the stupendous injustices of this
+life. They are not righted here. There must be some place where they
+will be righted. God can not afford to omit the judgment day or the
+reconstruction of conditions. For you can not make me believe that
+that man stuffed with all abomination, having devoured widows' houses
+and digested them, looking with basilisk or tigerish eyes upon his
+fellows, no music so sweet to him as the sound of breaking hearts, is,
+at death, to get out of the landau at the front door of the sepulcher
+and pass right on through to the back door of the sepulcher, and find
+a celestial turnout waiting for him, so that he can drive tandem right
+up primrosed hills, one glory riding as lackey ahead, and another
+glory riding as postilion behind, while that poor woman who supported
+her invalid husband and her helpless children by taking in washing and
+ironing, often putting her hand to her side where the cancerous
+trouble had already begun, and dropping dead late on Saturday night
+while she was preparing the garments for the Sabbath day, coming afoot
+to the front door of the sepulcher, shall pass through to the back
+door of the sepulcher and find nothing waiting, no one to welcome, no
+one to tell her the way to the King's gate. I will not believe it.
+Solomon was confounded in his day by what he represents as princes
+afoot and beggars a-horseback, but I tell you there must be a place
+and a time when the right foot will get into the stirrup. To
+demonstrate beyond all controversy that there is another place for
+adjustment, God lets the wicked live.</p>
+
+<p>Why do the wicked live? For the same reason that He lets us live&mdash;to
+have time for repentance.</p>
+
+<p>Where would you and I have been if sin had been followed by immediate
+catastrophe? While the foot of Christ is fleet as that of a roebuck
+when He comes to save, it does seem as if he were hoppled with great
+languors and infinite lethargies when He comes to punish. Oh, I
+celebrate God's slowness, God's retardation, God's putting off the
+retribution! Do you not think, my brother, it would be a great deal
+better for us to exchange our impatient hypercriticism of Providence
+because this man, by watering of stock, makes a million dollars in one
+day, and another man rides on in one bloated iniquity year after
+year&mdash;would it not be better for us to exchange that impatient
+hypercriticism for gratitude everlasting that God let us who were
+wicked live, though we deserved nothing but capsize and demolition?
+Oh, I celebrate God's slowness! The slower the rail-train comes the
+better, if the drawbridge is off.</p>
+
+<p>How long have you, my brother, lived unforgiven? Fifteen, twenty,
+forty, sixty years? Lived through great awakenings, lived through
+domestic sorrow, lived through commercial calamity, lived through
+providential crises that startled nations, and you are living yet,
+strangers to God, and with no hope for a great future into which you
+may be precipitated. Oh, would it not be better for us to get our
+nature through the Grace of Christ revolutionized and transfigured?
+For I want you to know that God sometimes changes His gait, and
+instead of the deliberate tread He is the swift witness, and sometimes
+the enemies of God are suddenly destroyed, and that without remedy.</p>
+
+<p>Make God your ally. What an offer that is! Do not fight against Him.
+Do not contend against your best interests. Yield this morning to the
+best impulse of your heart, and that is toward Christ and heaven. Do
+not fight the Lord that made you and offers to redeem you.</p>
+
+<p>Philip of France went out with his army, with bows and arrows, to
+fight King Edward III. of England; but just as they got into the
+critical moment of the battle, a shower of rain came and relaxed the
+bow-strings so that they were of no effect, and Philip and his army
+were worsted. And all your weaponry against God will be as nothing
+when he rains upon you discomfiture from the heavens. Do not fight the
+Lord any longer. Change allegiance. Take down the old flag of sin, run
+up the new flag of grace. It does not take the Lord Jesus Christ the
+thousandth part of a second to convert you if you will only surrender,
+be willing to be saved. The American Congress was in anxiety during
+the Revolutionary War while awaiting to hear news from the conflict
+between Washington and Cornwallis, and the anxiety became intense and
+almost unbearable as the days went by. When the news came at last that
+Cornwallis had surrendered and the war was practically over, so great
+was the excitement that the doorkeeper of the House of Congress
+dropped dead from joyful excitement. And if this long war between your
+soul and God should come to an end this morning by your entire
+surrender, the war forever over, the news would very soon reach the
+heavens, and nothing but the supernatural health of your loved ones
+before the throne would keep them from being prostrated with overjoy
+at the cessation of all spiritual hostilities.</p>
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+Project Gutenberg's New Tabernacle Sermons, by Thomas De Witt Talmage
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+Title: New Tabernacle Sermons
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+Author: Thomas De Witt Talmage
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+NEW TABERNACLE SERMONS
+BY
+T. DE WITT TALMAGE, D.D.
+
+AUTHOR OF
+"_CRUMBS SWEPT UP_," "_THE ABOMINATIONS OF MODERN SOCIETY_," etc.
+
+Delivered in the Brooklyn Tabernacle.
+
+VOL. I
+
+NEW YORK:
+GEORGE MUNRO, PUBLISHER,
+17 TO 27 VANDEWATER STREET.
+1886.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: T. De Witt Talmage]
+
+
+ _Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1885, by_
+ GEORGE MUNRO, _in the Office of the Librarian of Congress,
+ Washington, D.C._
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+ PAGE
+ BRAWN AND MUSCLE 7
+ THE PLEIADES AND ORION 21
+ THE QUEEN'S VISIT 34
+ VICARIOUS SUFFERING 45
+ POSTHUMOUS OPPORTUNITY 59
+ THE LORD'S RAZOR 72
+ WINDOWS TOWARD JERUSALEM 83
+ STORMED AND TAKEN 95
+ ALL THE WORLD AKIN 108
+ A MOMENTOUS QUEST 119
+ THE GREAT ASSIZE 134
+ THE ROAD TO THE CITY 147
+ THE RANSOMLESS 158
+ THE THREE GROUPS 171
+ THE INSIGNIFICANT 184
+ THE THREE RINGS 197
+ HOW HE CAME TO SAY IT 209
+ CASTLE JESUS 221
+ STRIPPING THE SLAIN 233
+ SOLD OUT 246
+ SUMMER TEMPTATIONS 259
+ THE BANISHED QUEEN 274
+ THE DAY WE LIVE IN 285
+ CAPITAL AND LABOR 297
+ DESPOTISM OF THE NEEDLE 311
+ TOBACCO AND OPIUM 325
+ WHY ARE SATAN AND SIN PERMITTED? 339
+
+
+
+
+BRAWN AND MUSCLE.
+
+ "And Samson went down to Timnath."--JUDGES xiv: 1.
+
+
+There are two sides to the character of Samson. The one phase of his
+life, if followed into the particulars, would administer to the
+grotesque and the mirthful; but there is a phase of his character
+fraught with lessons of solemn and eternal import. To these graver
+lessons we devote our morning sermon.
+
+This giant no doubt in early life gave evidences of what he was to be.
+It is almost always so. There were two Napoleons--the boy Napoleon and
+the man Napoleon--but both alike; two Howards--the boy Howard and the
+man Howard--but both alike; two Samsons--the boy Samson and the man
+Samson--but both alike. This giant was no doubt the hero of the
+playground, and nothing could stand before his exhibitions of youthful
+prowess. At eighteen years of age he was betrothed to the daughter of
+a Philistine. Going down toward Timnath, a lion came out upon him,
+and, although this young giant was weaponless, he seized the monster
+by the long mane and shook him as a hungry hound shakes a March hare,
+and made his bones crack, and left him by the wayside bleeding under
+the smiting of his fist and the grinding heft of his heel.
+
+There he stands, looming up above other men, a mountain of flesh, his
+arms bunched with muscle that can lift the gate of a city, taking an
+attitude defiant of everything. His hair had never been cut, and it
+rolled down in seven great plaits over his shoulders, adding to his
+bulk, fierceness, and terror. The Philistines want to conquer him, and
+therefore they must find out where the secret of his strength lies.
+
+There is a dissolute woman living in the valley of Sorek by the name
+of Delilah. They appoint her the agent in the case. The Philistines
+are secreted in the same building, and then Delilah goes to work and
+coaxes Samson to tell what is the secret of his strength. "Well," he
+says, "if you should take seven green withes such as they fasten wild
+beasts with and put them around me I should be perfectly powerless."
+So she binds him with the seven green withes. Then she claps her hands
+and says: "They come--the Philistines!" and he walks out as though
+they were no impediment. She coaxes him again, and says: "Now tell me
+the secret of this great strength?" and he replies: "If you should
+take some ropes that have never been used and tie me with them I
+should be just like other men." She ties him with the ropes, claps her
+hands, and shouts: "They come--the Philistines!" He walks out as
+easily as he did before--not a single obstruction. She coaxes him
+again, and he says: "Now, if you should take these seven long plaits
+of hair, and by this house-loom weave them into a web, I could not get
+away." So the house-loom is rolled up, and the shuttle flies backward
+and forward and the long plaits of hair are woven into a web. Then she
+claps her hands, and says: "They come--the Philistines!" He walks out
+as easily as he did before, dragging a part of the loom with him.
+
+But after awhile she persuades him to tell the truth. He says: "If you
+should take a razor or shears and cut off this long hair, I should be
+powerless and in the hands of my enemies." Samson sleeps, and that she
+may not wake him up during the process of shearing, help is called in.
+You know that the barbers of the East have such a skillful way of
+manipulating the head to this very day that, instead of waking up a
+sleeping man, they will put a man wide awake sound asleep. I hear the
+blades of the shears grinding against each other, and I see the long
+locks falling off. The shears or razor accomplishes what green withes
+and new ropes and house-loom could not do. Suddenly she claps her
+hands, and says: "The Philistines be upon thee, Samson!" He rouses up
+with a struggle, but his strength is all gone. He is in the hands of
+his enemies.
+
+I hear the groan of the giant as they take his eyes out, and then I
+see him staggering on in his blindness, feeling his way as he goes on
+toward Gaza. The prison door is open, and the giant is thrust in. He
+sits down and puts his hands on the mill-crank, which, with exhausting
+horizontal motion, goes day after day, week after week, month after
+month--work, work, work! The consternation of the world in captivity,
+his locks shorn, his eyes punctured, grinding corn in Gaza!
+
+I. First of all, behold in this giant of the text that physical power
+is not always an index of moral power. He was a huge man--the lion
+found it out, and the three thousand men whom he slew found it out;
+yet he was the subject of petty revenges and out-gianted by low
+passion. I am far from throwing any discredit upon physical stamina.
+There are those who seem to have great admiration for delicacy and
+sickliness of constitution. I never could see any glory in weak nerves
+or sick headache. Whatever effort in our day is made to make the men
+and women more robust should have the favor of every good citizen as
+well as of every Christian. Gymnastics may be positively religious.
+
+Good people sometimes ascribe to a wicked heart what they ought to
+ascribe to a slow liver. The body and the soul are such near neighbors
+that they often catch each other's diseases. Those who never saw a
+sick day, and who, like Hercules, show the giant in the cradle, have
+more to answer for than those who are the subjects of life-long
+infirmities. He who can lift twice as much as you can, and walk twice
+as far, and work twice as long, will have a double account to meet in
+the judgment.
+
+How often it is that you do not find physical energy indicative of
+spiritual power! If a clear head is worth more than one dizzy with
+perpetual vertigo--if muscles with the play of health in them are
+worth more than those drawn up in chronic "rheumatics"--if an eye
+quick to catch passing objects is better than one with vision dim and
+uncertain--then God will require of us efficiency just in proportion
+to what he has given us. Physical energy ought to be a type of moral
+power. We ought to have as good digestion of truth as we have capacity
+to assimilate food. Our spiritual hearing ought to be as good as our
+physical hearing. Our spiritual taste ought to be as clear as our
+tongue. Samsons in body, we ought to be giants in moral power.
+
+But while you find a great many men who realize that they ought to use
+their money aright, and use their intelligence aright, how few men you
+find aware of the fact that they ought to use their physical organism
+aright! With every thump of the heart there is something saying,
+"Work! work!" and, lest we should complain that we have no tools to
+work with, God gives us our hands and feet, with every knuckle, and
+with every joint, and with every muscle saying to us, "Lay hold and do
+something."
+
+But how often it is that men with physical strength do not serve
+Christ! They are like a ship full manned and full rigged, capable of
+vast tonnage, able to endure all stress of weather, yet swinging idly
+at the docks, when these men ought to be crossing and recrossing the
+great ocean of human suffering and sin with God's supplies of mercy.
+How often it is that physical strength is used in doing positive
+damage, or in luxurious ease, when, with sleeves rolled up and bronzed
+bosom, fearless of the shafts of opposition, it ought to be laying
+hold with all its might, and tugging away to lift up this sunken wreck
+of a world.
+
+It is a most shameful fact that much of the business of the Church and
+of the world must be done by those comparatively invalid. Richard
+Baxter, by reason of his diseases, all his days sitting in the door of
+the tomb, yet writing more than a hundred volumes, and sending out an
+influence for God that will endure as long as the "Saints' Everlasting
+Rest." Edward Payson, never knowing a well day, yet how he preached,
+and how he wrote, helping thousands of dying souls like himself to
+swim in a sea of glory! And Robert M'Cheyne, a walking skeleton, yet
+you know what he did in Dundee, and how he shook Scotland with zeal
+for God. Philip Doddridge, advised by his friends, because of his
+illness, not to enter the ministry, yet you know what he did for the
+"rise and progress of religion" in the Church and in the world.
+
+Wilberforce was told by his doctors that he could not live a
+fortnight, yet at that very time entering upon philanthropic
+enterprises that demanded the greatest endurance and persistence.
+Robert Hall, suffering excruciations, so that often in his pulpit
+while preaching he would stop and lie down on a sofa, then getting up
+again to preach about heaven until the glories of the celestial city
+dropped on the multitude, doing more work, perhaps, than almost any
+well man in his day.
+
+Oh, how often it is that men with great physical endurance are not as
+great in moral and spiritual stature! While there are achievements for
+those who are bent all their days with sickness--achievements of
+patience, achievements of Christian endurance--I call upon men of
+health to-day, men of muscle, men of nerve, men of physical power, to
+devote themselves to the Lord. Giants in body, you ought to be giants
+in soul.
+
+II. Behold also, in the story of my text, illustration of the fact of
+the damage that strength can do if it be misguided. It seems to me
+that this man spent a great deal of his time in doing evil--this
+Samson of my text. To pay a bet which he had lost by guessing of his
+riddle he robs and kills thirty people. He was not only gigantic in
+strength, but gigantic in mischief, and a type of those men in all
+ages of the world who, powerful in body or mind, or any faculty of
+social position or wealth, have used their strength for iniquitous
+purposes.
+
+It is not the small, weak men of the day who do the damage. These
+small men who go swearing and loafing about your stores and shops and
+banking-houses, assailing Christ and the Bible and the Church--they do
+not do the damage. They have no influence. They are vermin that you
+crush with your foot. But it is the giants of the day, the misguided
+giants, giants in physical power, or giants in mental acumen, or
+giants in social position, or giants in wealth, who do the damage.
+
+The men with sharp pens that stab religion and throw their poison all
+through our literature; the men who use the power of wealth to
+sanction iniquity, and bribe justice, and make truth and honor bow to
+their golden scepter.
+
+Misguided giants--look out for them! In the middle and the latter part
+of the last century no doubt there were thousands of men in Paris and
+Edinburgh and London who hated God and blasphemed the name of the
+Almighty; but they did but little mischief--they were small men,
+insignificant men. Yet there were giants in those days.
+
+Who can calculate the soul-havoc of a Rousseau, going on with a very
+enthusiasm of iniquity, with fiery imagination seizing upon all the
+impulsive natures of his day? or David Hume, who employed his life as
+a spider employs its summer, in spinning out silken webs to trap the
+unwary? or Voltaire, the most learned man of his day, marshaling a
+great host of skeptics, and leading them out in the dark land of
+infidelity? or Gibbon, who showed an uncontrollable grudge against
+religion in his history of one of the most fascinating periods of the
+world's existence--the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire--a book in
+which, with all the splendors of his genius, he magnified the errors
+of Christian disciples, while, with a sparseness of notice that never
+can be forgiven, he treated of the Christian heroes of whom the world
+was not worthy?
+
+Oh, men of stout physical health, men of great mental stature, men of
+high social position, men of great power of any sort, I want you to
+understand your power, and I want you to know that that power devoted
+to God will be a crown on earth, to you typical of a crown in heaven;
+but misguided, bedraggled in sin, administrative of evil, God will
+thunder against you with His condemnation in the day when millionaire
+and pauper, master and slave, king and subject, shall stand side by
+side in the judgment, and money-bags, and judicial ermine, and royal
+robe shall be riven with the lightnings.
+
+Behold also, how a giant may be slain of a woman. Delilah started the
+train of circumstances that pulled down the temple of Dagon about
+Samson's ears. And tens of thousands of giants have gone down to death
+and hell through the same impure fascinations. It seems to me that it
+is high time that pulpit and platform and printing-press speak out
+against the impurities of modern society. Fastidiousness and Prudery
+say: "Better not speak--you will rouse up adverse criticism; you will
+make worse what you want to make better; better deal in glittering
+generalities; the subject is too delicate for polite ears." But there
+comes a voice from heaven overpowering the mincing sentimentalities of
+the day, saying: "Cry aloud, spare not, lift up thy voice like a
+trumpet, and show my people their transgressions and the house of
+Jacob their sins."
+
+The trouble is that when people write or speak upon this theme they
+are apt to cover it up with the graces of belles-lettres, so that the
+crime is made attractive instead of repulsive. Lord Byron in "Don
+Juan" adorns this crime until it smiles like a May queen. Michelet,
+the great French writer, covers it up with bewitching rhetoric until
+it glows like the rising sun, when it ought to be made loathsome as a
+small-pox hospital. There are to-day influences abroad which, if
+unresisted by the pulpit and the printing-press, will turn New York
+and Brooklyn into Sodom and Gomorrah, fit only for the storm of fire
+and brimstone that whelmed the cities of the plain.
+
+You who are seated in your Christian homes, compassed by moral and
+religious restraints, do not realize the gulf of iniquity that bounds
+you on the north and the south and the east and the west. While I
+speak there are tens of thousands of men and women going over the
+awful plunge of an impure life; and while I cry to God for mercy upon
+their souls, I call upon you to marshal in the defense of your homes,
+your Church and your nation. There is a banqueting hall that you have
+never heard described. You know all about the feast of Ahasuerus,
+where a thousand lords sat. You know all about Belshazzar's carousal,
+where the blood of the murdered king spurted into the faces of the
+banqueters. You may know of the scene of riot and wassail, when there
+was set before Esopus one dish of food that cost $400,000. But I speak
+now of a different banqueting hall. Its roof is fretted with fire. Its
+floor is tesselated with fire. Its chalices are chased with fire. Its
+song is a song of fire. Its walls are buttresses of fire. Solomon
+refers to it when he says: "Her guests are in the depths of hell."
+
+Our American communities are suffering from the gospel of Free
+Loveism, which, fifteen or twenty years ago, was preached on the
+platform and in some of the churches of this country. I charge upon
+Free Loveism that it has blighted innumerable homes, and that it has
+sent innumerable souls to ruin. Free Loveism is bestial; it is
+worse--it is infernal! It has furnished this land with about one
+thousand divorces annually. In one county in the State of Indiana it
+furnished eleven divorces in one day before dinner. It has roused up
+elopements, North, South, East, and West. You can hardly take up a
+paper but you read of an elopement. As far as I can understand the
+doctrine of Free Loveism it is this: That every man ought to have
+somebody else's wife, and every wife somebody else's husband. They do
+not like our Christian organization of society, and I wish they would
+all elope, the wretches of one sex taking the wretches of the other,
+and start to-morrow morning for the great Sahara Desert, until the
+simoom shall sweep seven feet of sand all over them, and not one
+passing caravan for the next five hundred years bring back one
+miserable bone of their carcasses! Free Loveism! It is the
+double-distilled extract of nux vomica, ratsbane, and adder's tongue.
+Never until society goes back to the old Bible, and hears its eulogy
+of purity and its anathema of uncleanness--never until then will this
+evil be extirpated.
+
+IV. Behold also in this giant of the text and in the giant of our own
+century that great physical power must crumble and expire. The Samson
+of the text long ago went away. He fought the lion. He fought the
+Philistines. He could fight anything, but death was too much for him.
+He may have required a longer grave and a broader grave; but the tomb
+nevertheless was his terminus.
+
+If, then, we are to be compelled to go out of this world, where are we
+to go to? This body and soul must soon part. What shall be the destiny
+of the former I know--dust to dust. But what shall be the destiny of
+the latter? Shall it rise into the companionship of the white-robed,
+whose sins Christ has slain? or will it go down among the unbelieving,
+who tried to gain the world and save their souls, but were swindled
+out of both? Blessed be God, we have a Champion! He is so styled in
+the Bible: A Champion who has conquered death and hell, and he is
+ready to fight all our battles from the first to the last. "Who is
+this that cometh from Edom, with dyed garments from Bozrah, mighty to
+save?" If we follow in the wake of that Champion death has no power
+and the grave no victory. The worst man trusting in Him shall have his
+dying pangs alleviated and his future illumined.
+
+V. In the light of this subject I want to call your attention to a
+fact which may not have been rightly considered by five men in this
+house, and that is the fact that we must be brought into judgment for
+the employment of our physical organism. Shoulder, brain, hand,
+foot--we must answer in judgment for the use we have made of them.
+Have they been used for the elevation of society or for its
+depression? In proportion as our arm is strong and our step elastic
+will our account at last be intensified. Thousands of sermons are
+preached to invalids. I preach this sermon this morning to stout men
+and healthful women. We must give to God an account for the right use
+of this physical organism.
+
+These invalids have comparatively little to account for, perhaps. They
+could not lift twenty pounds. They could not walk half a mile without
+sitting down to rest. In the preparation of this subject I have said
+to myself, how shall I account to God in judgment for the use of a
+body which never knew one moment of real sickness? Rising up in
+judgment, standing beside the men and women who had only little
+physical energy, and yet consumed that energy in a conflagration of
+religious enthusiasm, how will we feel abashed!
+
+Oh, men of the strong arm and the stout heart, what use are you making
+of your physical forces? Will you be able to stand the test of that
+day when we must answer for the use of every talent, whether it were a
+physical energy, or a mental acumen, or a spiritual power?
+
+The day approaches, and I see one who in this world was an invalid,
+and as she stands before the throne of God to answer she says, "I was
+sick all my days. I had but very little strength, but I did as well as
+I could in being kind to those who were more sick and more
+suffering." And Christ will say, "Well done, faithful servant."
+
+And then a little child will stand before the throne, and she will
+say, "On earth I had a curvature of the spine, and I was very weak,
+and I was very sick; but I used to gather flowers out of the wild-wood
+and bring them to my sick mother, and she was comforted when she saw
+the sweet flowers out of the wild-wood. I didn't do much, but I did
+something." And Christ shall say, as He takes her up in His arm and
+kisses her, "Well done, well done, faithful servant; enter thou into
+the joy of thy Lord."
+
+What, then, will be said to us--we to whom the Lord gave physical
+strength and continuous health? Hark! it thunders again. The judgment!
+the judgment!
+
+I said to an old Scotch minister, who was one of the best friends I
+ever had, "Doctor, did you ever know Robert Pollock, the Scotch poet,
+who wrote 'The Course of Time'?" "Oh, yes," he replied, "I knew him
+well; I was his classmate." And then the doctor went on to tell me how
+that the writing of "The Course of Time" exhausted the health of
+Robert Pollock, and he expired. It seems as if no man could have such
+a glimpse of the day for which all other days were made as Robert
+Pollock had, and long survive that glimpse. In the description of that
+day he says, among other things:
+
+ "Begin the woe, ye woods, and tell it to the doleful winds
+ And doleful winds wail to the howling hills,
+ And howling hills mourn to the dismal vales,
+ And dismal vales sigh to the sorrowing brooks,
+ And sorrowing brooks weep to the weeping stream,
+ And weeping stream awake the groaning deep;
+ Ye heavens, great archway of the universe, put sack-cloth on;
+ And ocean, robe thyself in garb of widowhood,
+ And gather all thy waves into a groan, and utter it.
+ Long, loud, deep, piercing, dolorous, immense.
+ The occasion asks it, Nature dies, and angels come to lay
+ her in her grave."
+
+What Robert Pollock saw in poetic dream, you and I will see in
+positive reality--the judgment! the judgment!
+
+
+
+
+THE PLEIADES AND ORION.
+
+ "Seek Him that maketh the Seven Stars and Orion."--AMOS. v. 8
+
+
+A country farmer wrote this text--Amos of Tekoa. He plowed the earth
+and threshed the grain by a new threshing-machine just invented, as
+formerly the cattle trod out the grain. He gathered the fruit of the
+sycamore-tree, and scarified it with an iron comb just before it was
+getting ripe, as it was necessary and customary in that way to take
+from it the bitterness. He was the son of a poor shepherd, and
+stuttered; but before the stammering rustic the Philistines, and
+Syrians, and Phoenicians, and Moabites, and Ammonites, and Edomites,
+and Israelites trembled.
+
+Moses was a law-giver, Daniel was a prince, Isaiah a courtier, and
+David a king; but Amos, the author of my text, was a peasant, and, as
+might be supposed, nearly all his parallelisms are pastoral, his
+prophecy full of the odor of new-mown hay, and the rattle of locusts,
+and the rumble of carts with sheaves, and the roar of wild beasts
+devouring the flock while the shepherd came out in their defense. He
+watched the herds by day, and by night inhabited a booth made out of
+bushes, so that through these branches he could see the stars all
+night long, and was more familiar with them than we who have tight
+roofs to our houses, and hardly ever see the stars except among the
+tall brick chimneys of the great towns. But at seasons of the year
+when the herds were in special danger, he would stay out in the open
+field all through the darkness, his only shelter the curtain of the
+night, heaven, with the stellar embroideries and silvered tassels of
+lunar light.
+
+What a life of solitude, all alone with his herds! Poor Amos! And at
+twelve o'clock at night, hark to the wolf's bark, and the lion's roar,
+and the bear's growl, and the owl's te-whit-te-whos, and the serpent's
+hiss, as he unwittingly steps too near while moving through the
+thickets! So Amos, like other herdsmen, got the habit of studying the
+map of the heavens, because it was so much of the time spread out
+before him. He noticed some stars advancing and others receding. He
+associated their dawn and setting with certain seasons of the year. He
+had a poetic nature, and he read night by night, and month by month,
+and year by year, the poem of the constellations, divinely rhythmic.
+But two rosettes of stars especially attracted his attention while
+seated on the ground, or lying on his back under the open scroll of
+the midnight heavens--the Pleiades, or Seven Stars, and Orion. The
+former group this rustic prophet associated with the spring, as it
+rises about the first of May. The latter he associated with the
+winter, as it comes to the meridian in January. The Pleiades, or Seven
+Stars, connected with all sweetness and joy; Orion, the herald of the
+tempest. The ancients were the more apt to study the physiognomy and
+juxtaposition of the heavenly bodies, because they thought they had a
+special influence upon the earth; and perhaps they were right. If the
+moon every few hours lifts and lets down the tides of the Atlantic
+Ocean, and the electric storms of last year in the sun, by all
+scientific admission, affected the earth, why not the stars have
+proportionate effect?
+
+And there are some things which make me think that it may not have
+been all superstition which connected the movements and appearance of
+the heavenly bodies with great moral events on earth. Did not a meteor
+run on evangelistic errand on the first Christmas night, and designate
+the rough cradle of our Lord? Did not the stars in their courses fight
+against Sisera? Was it merely coincidental that before the destruction
+of Jerusalem the moon was eclipsed for twelve consecutive nights? Did
+it merely happen so that a new star appeared in constellation
+Cassiopeia, and then disappeared just before King Charles IX. of
+France, who was responsible for St. Bartholomew massacre, died? Was it
+without significance that in the days of the Roman Emperor Justinian
+war and famine were preceded by the dimness of the sun, which for
+nearly a year gave no more light than the moon, although there were no
+clouds to obscure it?
+
+Astrology, after all, may have been something more than a brilliant
+heathenism. No wonder that Amos of the text, having heard these two
+anthems of the stars, put down the stout rough staff of the herdsman
+and took into his brown hand and cut and knotted fingers the pen of a
+prophet, and advised the recreant people of his time to return to God,
+saying: "Seek Him that maketh the Seven Stars and Orion." This
+command, which Amos gave 785 years B.C., is just as appropriate for
+us, 1885 A.D.
+
+In the first place, Amos saw, as we must see, that the God who made
+the Pleiades and Orion must be the God of order. It was not so much a
+star here and a star there that impressed the inspired herdsman, but
+seven in one group, and seven in the other group. He saw that night
+after night and season after season and decade after decade they had
+kept step of light, each one in its own place, a sisterhood never
+clashing and never contesting precedence. From the time Hesiod called
+the Pleiades the "seven daughters of Atlas" and Virgil wrote in his
+AEneid of "Stormy Orion" until now, they have observed the order
+established for their coming and going; order written not in
+manuscript that may be pigeon-holed, but with the hand of the Almighty
+on the dome of the sky, so that all nations may read it. Order.
+Persistent order. Sublime order. Omnipotent order.
+
+What a sedative to you and me, to whom communities and nations
+sometimes seem going pell-mell, and world ruled by some fiend at
+hap-hazard, and in all directions maladministration! The God who keeps
+seven worlds in right circuit for six thousand years can certainly
+keep all the affairs of individuals and nations and continents in
+adjustment. We had not better fret much, for the peasant's argument of
+the text was right. If God can take care of the seven worlds of the
+Pleiades and the four chief worlds of Orion, He can probably take care
+of the one world we inhabit.
+
+So I feel very much as my father felt one day when we were going to
+the country mill to get a grist ground, and I, a boy of seven years,
+sat in the back part of the wagon, and our yoke of oxen ran away with
+us and along a labyrinthine road through the woods, so that I thought
+every moment we would be dashed to pieces, and I made a terrible
+outcry of fright, and my father turned to me with a face perfectly
+calm, and said: "De Witt, what are you crying about? I guess we can
+ride as fast as the oxen can run." And, my hearers, why should we be
+affrighted and lose our equilibrium in the swift movement of worldly
+events, especially when we are assured that it is not a yoke of
+unbroken steers that are drawing us on, but that order and wise
+government are in the yoke?
+
+In your occupation, your mission, your sphere, do the best you can,
+and then trust to God; and if things are all mixed and disquieting,
+and your brain is hot and your heart sick, get some one to go out with
+you into the starlight and point out to you the Pleiades, or, better
+than that, get into some observatory, and through the telescope see
+further than Amos with the naked eye could--namely, two hundred stars
+in the Pleiades, and that in what is called the sword of Orion there
+is a nebula computed to be two trillion two hundred thousand billions
+of times larger than the sun. Oh, be at peace with the God who made
+all that and controls all that--the wheel of the constellations
+turning in the wheel of galaxies for thousands of years without the
+breaking of a cog or the slipping of a band or the snap of an axle.
+For your placidity and comfort through the Lord Jesus Christ I charge
+you, "Seek Him that maketh the Seven Stars and Orion."
+
+Again, Amos saw, as we must see, that the God who made these two
+groups of the text was the God of light. Amos saw that God was not
+satisfied with making one star, or two or three stars, but He makes
+seven; and having finished that group of worlds, makes another
+group--group after group. To the Pleiades He adds Orion. It seems that
+God likes light so well that He keeps making it. Only one being in the
+universe knows the statistics of solar, lunar, stellar, meteoric
+creations, and that is the--Creator Himself. And they have all been
+lovingly christened, each one a name as distinct as the names of your
+children. "He telleth the number of the stars; He calleth them all by
+their names." The seven Pleiades had names given to them, and they are
+Alcyone, Merope, Celaeno, Electra, Sterope, Taygete, and Maia.
+
+But think of the billions and trillions of daughters of starry light
+that God calls by name as they sweep by Him with beaming brow and
+lustrous robe! So fond is God of light--natural light, moral light,
+spiritual light. Again and again is light harnessed for
+symbolization--Christ, the bright and morning star; evangelization,
+the daybreak; the redemption of nations, Sun of Righteousness rising
+with healing in His wings. Oh, men and women, with so many sorrows and
+sins and perplexities, if you want light of comfort, light of pardon,
+light of goodness, in earnest, pray through Christ, "Seek Him that
+maketh the Seven Stars and Orion."
+
+Again, Amos saw, as we must see, that the God who made these two
+archipelagoes of stars must be an unchanging God. There had been no
+change in the stellar appearance in this herdsman's life-time, and his
+father, a shepherd, reported to him that there had been no change in
+his life-time. And these two clusters hang over the celestial arbor
+now just as they were the first night that they shone on the Edenic
+bowers, the same as when the Egyptians built the Pyramids from the top
+of which to watch them, the same as when the Chaldeans calculated the
+eclipses, the same as when Elihu, according to the Book of Job, went
+out to study the aurora borealis, the same under Ptolemaic system and
+Copernican system, the same from Calisthenes to Pythagoras, and from
+Pythagoras to Herschel. Surely, a changeless God must have fashioned
+the Pleiades and Orion! Oh, what an anodyne amid the ups and downs of
+life, and the flux and reflux of the tides of prosperity, to know that
+we have a changeless God, the same yesterday, to-day, and forever.
+
+Xerxes garlanded and knighted the steersman of his boat in the
+morning, and hanged him in the evening of the same day. Fifty thousand
+people stood around the columns of the national capitol, shouting
+themselves hoarse at the presidential inaugural, and in four months so
+great were the antipathies that a ruffian's pistol in Washington depot
+expressed the sentiment of a great multitude. The world sits in its
+chariot and drives tandem, and the horse ahead is Huzza, and the horse
+behind is Anathema. Lord Cobham, in King James' time, was applauded,
+and had thirty-five thousand dollars a year, but was afterward
+execrated, and lived on scraps stolen from the royal kitchen.
+Alexander the Great after death remained unburied for thirty days,
+because no one would do the honor of shoveling him under. The Duke of
+Wellington refused to have his iron fence mended, because it had been
+broken by an infuriated populace in some hour of political
+excitement, and he left it in ruins that men might learn what a fickle
+thing is human favor. "But the mercy of the Lord is from everlasting
+to everlasting to them that fear Him, and His righteousness unto the
+children's children of such as keep His covenant, and to those who
+remember His commandments to do them." This moment "seek Him that
+maketh the Seven Stars and Orion."
+
+Again, Amos saw, as we must see, that the God who made these two
+beacons of the Oriental night sky must be a God of love and kindly
+warning. The Pleiades rising in mid-sky said to all the herdsmen and
+shepherds and husbandmen: "Come out and enjoy the mild weather, and
+cultivate your gardens and fields." Orion, coming in winter, warned
+them to prepare for tempest. All navigation was regulated by these two
+constellations. The one said to shipmaster and crew: "Hoist sail for
+the sea, and gather merchandise from other lands." But Orion was the
+storm-signal, and said: "Reef sail, make things snug, or put into
+harbor, for the hurricanes are getting their wings out." As the
+Pleiades were the sweet evangels of the spring, Orion was the warning
+prophet of the winter.
+
+Oh, now I get the best view of God I ever had! There are two kinds of
+sermons I never want to preach--the one that presents God so kind, so
+indulgent, so lenient, so imbecile that men may do what they will
+against Him, and fracture His every law, and put the cry of their
+impertinence and rebellion under His throne, and while they are
+spitting in His face and stabbing at His heart, He takes them up in
+His arms and kisses their infuriated brow and cheek, saying, "Of such
+is the kingdom of heaven." The other kind of sermon I never want to
+preach is the one that represents God as all fire and torture and
+thundercloud, and with red-hot pitch-fork tossing the human race into
+paroxysms of infinite agony. The sermon that I am now preaching
+believes in a God of loving, kindly warning, the God of spring and
+winter, the God of the Pleiades and Orion.
+
+You must remember that the winter is just as important as the spring.
+Let one winter pass without frost to kill vegetation and ice to bind
+the rivers and snow to enrich our fields, and then you will have to
+enlarge your hospitals and your cemeteries. "A green Christmas makes a
+fat grave-yard," was the old proverb. Storms to purify the air.
+Thermometer at ten degrees above zero to tone up the system. December
+and January just as important as May and June. I tell you we need the
+storms of life as much as we do the sunshine. There are more men
+ruined by prosperity than by adversity. If we had our own way in life,
+before this we would have been impersonations of selfishness and
+worldliness and disgusting sin, and puffed up until we would have been
+like Julius Caesar, who was made by sycophants to believe that he was
+divine, and the freckles on his face were as the stars of the
+firmament.
+
+One of the swiftest transatlantic voyages made last summer by the
+"Etruria" was because she had a stormy wind abaft, chasing her from
+New York to Liverpool. But to those going in the opposite direction
+the storm was a buffeting and a hinderance. It is a bad thing to have
+a storm ahead, pushing us back; but if we be God's children and
+aiming toward heaven, the storms of life will only chase us the sooner
+into the harbor. I am so glad to believe that the monsoons, and
+typhoons, and mistrals, and siroccos of the land and sea are not
+unchained maniacs let loose upon the earth, but are under divine
+supervision! I am so glad that the God of the Seven Stars is also the
+God of Orion! It was out of Dante's suffering came the sublime "Divina
+Commedia," and out of John Milton's blindness came "Paradise Lost,"
+and out of miserable infidel attack came the "Bridgewater Treatise" in
+favor of Christianity, and out of David's exile came the songs of
+consolation, and out of the sufferings of Christ came the possibility
+of the world's redemption, and out of your bereavement, your
+persecution, your poverties, your misfortunes, may yet come an eternal
+heaven.
+
+Oh, what a mercy it is that in the text and all up and down the Bible
+God induces us to look out toward other worlds! Bible astronomy in
+Genesis, in Joshua, in Job, in the Psalms, in the prophets, major and
+minor, in St. John's Apocalypse, practically saying, "Worlds! worlds!
+worlds! Get ready for them!" We have a nice little world here that we
+stick to, as though losing that we lose all. We are afraid of falling
+off this little raft of a world. We are afraid that some meteoric
+iconoclast will some night smash it, and we want everything to revolve
+around it, and are disappointed when we find that it revolves around
+the sun instead of the sun revolving around it. What a fuss we make
+about this little bit of a world, its existence only a short time
+between two spasms, the paroxysm by which it was hurled from chaos
+into order, and the paroxysm of its demolition.
+
+And I am glad that so many texts call us to look off to other worlds,
+many of them larger and grander and more resplendent. "Look there,"
+says Job, "at Mazaroth and Arcturus and his sons!" "Look there," says
+St. John, "at the moon under Christ's feet!" "Look there," says
+Joshua, "at the sun standing still above Gibeon!" "Look there," says
+Moses, "at the sparkling firmament!" "Look there," says Amos, the
+herdsman, "at the Seven Stars and Orion!" Don't let us be so sad about
+those who shove off from this world under Christly pilotage. Don't let
+us be so agitated about our own going off this little barge or sloop
+or canal-boat of a world to get on some "Great Eastern" of the
+heavens. Don't let us persist in wanting to stay in this barn, this
+shed, this outhouse of a world, when all the King's palaces already
+occupied by many of our best friends are swinging wide open their
+gates to let us in.
+
+When I read, "In my Father's house are many mansions," I do not know
+but that each world is a room, and as many rooms as there are worlds,
+stellar stairs, stellar galleries, stellar hallways, stellar windows,
+stellar domes. How our departed friends must pity us shut up in these
+cramped apartments, tired if we walk fifteen miles, when they some
+morning, by one stroke of wing, can make circuit of the whole stellar
+system and be back in time for matins! Perhaps yonder twinkling
+constellation is the residence of the martyrs; that group of twelve
+luminaries is the celestial home of the Apostles. Perhaps that steep
+of light is the dwelling-place of angels cherubic, seraphic,
+archangelic. A mansion with as many rooms as worlds, and all their
+windows illuminated for festivity.
+
+Oh, how this widens and lifts and stimulates our expectation! How
+little it makes the present, and how stupendous it makes the future!
+How it consoles us about our pious dead, that instead of being boxed
+up and under the ground have the range of as many rooms as there are
+worlds, and welcome everywhere, for it is the Father's house, in which
+there are many mansions! Oh, Lord God of the Seven Stars and Orion,
+how can I endure the transport, the ecstasy, of such a vision! I must
+obey my text and seek Him. I will seek Him. I seek Him now, for I call
+to mind that it is not the material universe that is most valuable,
+but the spiritual, and that each of us has a soul worth more than all
+the worlds which the inspired herdsman saw from his booth on the hills
+of Tekoa.
+
+I had studied it before, but the Cathedral of Cologne, Germany, never
+impressed me as it did this summer. It is admittedly the grandest
+Gothic structure in the world, its foundation laid in 1248, only two
+or three years ago completed. More than six hundred years in building.
+All Europe taxed for its construction. Its chapel of the Magi with
+precious stones enough to purchase a kingdom. Its chapel of St. Agnes
+with masterpieces of painting. Its spire springing five hundred and
+eleven feet into the heavens. Its stained glass the chorus of all rich
+colors. Statues encircling the pillars and encircling all. Statues
+above statues, until sculpture can do no more, but faints and falls
+back against carved stalls and down on pavements over which the kings
+and queens of the earth have walked to confession. Nave and aisles and
+transept and portals combining the splendors of sunrise. Interlaced,
+interfoliated, intercolumned grandeur. As I stood outside, looking at
+the double range of flying buttresses and the forest of pinnacles,
+higher and higher and higher, until I almost reeled from dizziness, I
+exclaimed; "Great doxology in stone! Frozen prayer of many nations!"
+
+But while standing there I saw a poor man enter and put down his pack
+and kneel beside his burden on the hard floor of that cathedral. And
+tears of deep emotion came into my eyes, as I said to myself: "There
+is a soul worth more than all the material surroundings. That man will
+live after the last pinnacle has fallen, and not one stone of all that
+cathedral glory shall remain uncrumbled. He is now a Lazarus in rags
+and poverty and weariness, but immortal, and a son of the Lord God
+Almighty; and the prayer he now offers, though amid many
+superstitions, I believe God will hear; and among the Apostles whose
+sculptured forms stand in the surrounding niches he will at last be
+lifted, and into the presence of that Christ whose sufferings are
+represented by the crucifix before which he bows; and be raised in due
+time out of all his poverties into the glorious home built for him and
+built for us by 'Him who maketh the Seven Stars and Orion.'"
+
+
+
+
+THE QUEEN'S VISIT.
+
+ "Behold, the half was not told me."--I KINGS x: 7.
+
+
+Solomon had resolved that Jerusalem should be the center of all
+sacred, regal, and commercial magnificence. He set himself to work,
+and monopolized the surrounding desert as a highway for his caravans.
+He built the city of Palmyra around one of the principal wells of the
+East, so that all the long trains of merchandise from the East were
+obliged to stop there, pay toll, and leave part of their wealth in the
+hands of Solomon's merchants. He manned the fortress Thapsacus at the
+chief ford of the Euphrates, and put under guard everything that
+passed there. The three great products of Palestine--wine pressed from
+the richest clusters and celebrated all the world over; oil which in
+that hot country is the entire substitute for butter and lard, and was
+pressed from the olive branches until every tree in the country became
+an oil well; and honey which was the entire substitute for
+sugar--these three great products of the country Solomon exported, and
+received in return fruits and precious woods and the animals of every
+clime.
+
+He went down to Ezion-geber and ordered a fleet of ships to be
+constructed, oversaw the workmen, and watched the launching of the
+flotilla which was to go out on more than a year's voyage, to bring
+home the wealth of the then known world. He heard that the Egyptian
+horses were large and swift, and long-maned and round-limbed, and he
+resolved to purchase them, giving eighty-five dollars apiece for them,
+putting the best of these horses in his own stall, and selling the
+surplus to foreign potentates at great profit.
+
+He heard that there was the best of timber on Mount Lebanon, and he
+sent out one hundred and eighty thousand men to hew down the forest
+and drag the timber through the mountain gorges, to construct it into
+rafts to be floated to Joppa, and from thence to be drawn by ox-teams
+twenty-five miles across the land to Jerusalem. He heard that there
+were beautiful flowers in other lands. He sent for them, planted them
+in his own gardens, and to this very day there are flowers found in
+the ruins of that city such as are to be found in no other part of
+Palestine, the lineal descendants of the very flowers that Solomon
+planted. He heard that in foreign groves there were birds of richest
+voice and most luxuriant wing. He sent out people to catch them and
+bring them there, and he put them into his cages.
+
+Stand back now and see this long train of camels coming up to the
+king's gate, and the ox-trains from Egypt, gold and silver and
+precious stones, and beasts of every hoof, and birds of every wing,
+and fish of every scale! See the peacocks strut under the cedars, and
+the horsemen run, and the chariots wheel! Hark to the orchestra! Gaze
+upon the dance! Not stopping to look into the wonders of the temple,
+step right on to the causeway, and pass up to Solomon's palace!
+
+Here we find ourselves amid a collection of buildings on which the
+king had lavished the wealth of many empires. The genius of Hiram, the
+architect, and of the other artists is here seen in the long line of
+corridors and the suspended gallery and the approach to the throne.
+Traceried window opposite traceried window. Bronzed ornaments bursting
+into lotus and lily and pomegranate. Chapiters surrounded by network
+of leaves in which imitation fruit seemed suspended as in hanging
+baskets. Three branches--so Josephus tells us--three branches
+sculptured on the marble, so thin and subtle that even the leaves
+seemed to quiver. A laver capable of holding five hundred barrels of
+water on six hundred brazen ox-heads, which gushed with water and
+filled the whole place with coolness and crystalline brightness and
+musical plash. Ten tables chased with chariot wheel and lion and
+cherubim. Solomon sat on a throne of ivory. At the seating place of
+the throne, on each end of the steps, a brazen lion. Why, my friends,
+in that place they trimmed their candles with snuffers of gold, and
+they cut their fruits with knives of gold, and they washed their faces
+in basins of gold, and they scooped out the ashes with shovels of
+gold, and they stirred the altar fires with tongs of gold. Gold
+reflected in the water! Gold flashing from the apparel! Gold blazing
+in the crown! Gold, gold, gold!
+
+Of course the news of the affluence of that place went out everywhere
+by every caravan and by wing of every ship, until soon the streets of
+Jerusalem are crowded with curiosity seekers. What is that long
+procession approaching Jerusalem? I think from the pomp of it there
+must be royalty in the train. I smell the breath of the spices which
+are brought as presents, and I hear the shout of the drivers, and I
+see the dust-covered caravan showing that they come from far away. Cry
+the news up to the palace. The Queen of Sheba advances. Let all the
+people come out to see. Let the mighty men of the land come out on the
+palace corridors. Let Solomon come down the stairs of the palace
+before the queen has alighted. Shake out the cinnamon, and the
+saffron, and the calamus, and the frankincense, and pass it into the
+treasure house. Take up the diamonds until they glitter in the sun.
+
+The Queen of Sheba alights. She enters the palace. She washes at the
+bath. She sits down at the banquet. The cup-bearers bow. The meat
+smokes. The music trembles in the dash of the waters from the molten
+sea. Then she rises from the banquet, and walks through the
+conservatories, and gazes on the architecture, and she asks Solomon
+many strange questions, and she learns about the religion of the
+Hebrews, and she then and there becomes a servant of the Lord God.
+
+She is overwhelmed. She begins to think that all the spices she
+brought, and all the precious woods which are intended to be turned
+into harps and psalteries and into railings for the causeway between
+the temple and the palace, and the one hundred and eighty thousand
+dollars in money--she begins to think that all these presents amount
+to nothing in such a place, and she is almost ashamed that she has
+brought them, and she says within herself: "I heard a great deal
+about this place, and about this wonderful religion of the Hebrews,
+but I find it far beyond my highest anticipations. I must add more
+than fifty per cent. to what has been related. It exceeds everything
+that I could have expected. The half--the half was not told me."
+
+Learn from this subject what a beautiful thing it is when social
+position and wealth surrender themselves to God. When religion comes
+to a neighborhood, the first to receive it are the women. Some men say
+it is because they are weak-minded. I say it is because they have
+quicker perception of what is right, more ardent affection and
+capacity for sublimer emotion. After the women have received the
+Gospel then all the distressed and the poor of both sexes, those who
+have no friends, accept Jesus. Last of all come the people of
+affluence and high social position. Alas, that it is so!
+
+If there are those here to-day who have been favored of fortune, or,
+as I might better put it, favored of God, surrender all you have and
+all you expect to be to the Lord who blessed this Queen of Sheba.
+Certainly you are not ashamed to be found in this queen's company. I
+am glad that Christ has had His imperial friends in all
+ages--Elizabeth Christina, Queen of Prussia; Maria Feodorovna, Queen
+of Russia; Marie, Empress of France; Helena, the imperial mother of
+Constantine; Arcadia, from her great fortunes building public baths in
+Constantinople and toiling for the alleviation of the masses; Queen
+Clotilda, leading her husband and three thousand of his armed warriors
+to Christian baptism; Elizabeth of Burgundy, giving her jeweled glove
+to a beggar, and scattering great fortunes among the distressed;
+Prince Albert, singing "Rock of Ages" in Windsor Castle, and Queen
+Victoria, incognita, reading the Scriptures to a dying pauper.
+
+I bless God that the day is coming when royalty will bring all its
+thrones, and music all its harmonies, and painting all its pictures,
+and sculpture all its statuary, and architecture all its pillars, and
+conquest all its scepters; and the queens of the earth, in long line
+of advance, frankincense filling the air and the camels laden with
+gold, shall approach Jerusalem, and the gates shall be hoisted, and
+the great burden of splendor shall be lifted into the palace of this
+greater than Solomon.
+
+Again, my subject teaches me what is earnestness in the search of
+truth. Do you know where Sheba was? It was in Abyssinia, or some say
+in the southern part of Arabia Felix. In either case it was a great
+way off from Jerusalem. To get from there to Jerusalem she had to
+cross a country infested with bandits, and go across blistering
+deserts. Why did not the Queen of Sheba stay at home and send a
+committee to inquire about this new religion, and have the delegates
+report in regard to that religion and wealth of King Solomon? She
+wanted to see for herself, and hear for herself. She could not do this
+by work of committee. She felt she had a soul worth ten thousand
+kingdoms like Sheba, and she wanted a robe richer than any woven by
+Oriental shuttles, and she wanted a crown set with the jewels of
+eternity. Bring out the camels. Put on the spices. Gather up the
+jewels of the throne and put them on the caravan. Start now; no time
+to be lost. Goad on the camels. When I see that caravan,
+dust-covered, weary, and exhausted, trudging on across the desert and
+among the bandits until it reaches Jerusalem, I say: "There is an
+earnest seeker after the truth."
+
+But there are a great many of you, my friends, who do not act in that
+way. You all want to get the truth, but you want the truth to come
+to-you; you do not want to go to it. There are people who fold their
+arms and say: "I am ready to become a Christian at any time; if I am
+to be saved I shall be saved, and if I am to be lost I shall be lost."
+A man who says that and keeps on saying it, will be lost. Jerusalem
+will never come to you; you must go to Jerusalem. The religion of the
+Lord Jesus Christ will not come to you; you must go and get religion.
+Bring out the camels; put on all the sweet spices, all the treasures
+of the heart's affection. Start for the throne. Go in and hear the
+waters of salvation dashing in fountains all around about the throne.
+Sit down at the banquet--the wine pressed from the grapes of the
+heavenly Eschol, the angels of God the cup-bearers. Goad on the
+camels; Jerusalem will never come to you; you must go to Jerusalem.
+The Bible declares it: "The Queen of the South"--that is, this very
+woman I am speaking of--"the Queen of the South shall rise up in
+judgment against this generation and condemn it; for she came from the
+uttermost parts of the earth to hear the wisdom of Solomon: and,
+behold! a greater than Solomon is here." God help me to break up the
+infatuation of those people who are sitting down in idleness expecting
+to be saved. "Strive to enter in at the strait gate. Ask, and it
+shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be
+opened to you." Take the Kingdom of Heaven by violence. Urge on the
+camels!
+
+Again, my subject impresses me with the fact that religion is a
+surprise to any one that gets it. This story of the new religion in
+Jerusalem, and of the glory of King Solomon, who was a type of
+Christ--that story rolls on and on, and is told by every traveler
+coming back from Jerusalem. The news goes on the wing of every ship
+and with every caravan, and you know a story enlarges as it is retold,
+and by the time that story gets down into the southern part of Arabia
+Felix, and the Queen of Sheba hears it, it must be a tremendous story.
+And yet this queen declares in regard to it, although she had heard so
+much and had her anticipations raised so high, the half--the half was
+not told her.
+
+So religion is always a surprise to any one that gets it. The story of
+grace--an old story. Apostles preached it with rattle of chain;
+martyrs declared it with arm of fire; death-beds have affirmed it with
+visions of glory, and ministers of religion have sounded it through
+the lanes, and the highways, and the chapels, and the cathedrals. It
+has been cut into stone with chisel, and spread on the canvas with
+pencil; and it has been recited in the doxology of great
+congregations. And yet when a man first comes to look on the palace of
+God's mercy, and to see the royalty of Christ, and the wealth of this
+banquet, and the luxuriance of His attendants, and the loveliness of
+His face, and the joy of His service, he exclaims with prayers, with
+tears, with sighs, with triumphs: "The half--the half was not told
+me!"
+
+I appeal to those in this house who are Christians. Compare the idea
+you had of the joy of the Christian life before you became a Christian
+with the appreciation of that joy you have now since you have become a
+Christian, and you are willing to attest before angels and men that
+you never in the days of your spiritual bondage had any appreciation
+of what was to come. You are ready to-day to answer, and if I gave you
+an opportunity in the midst of this assemblage, you would speak out
+and say in regard to the discoveries you have made of the mercy and
+the grace and the goodness of God: "The half--the half was not told
+me!"
+
+Well, we hear a great deal about the good time that is coming to this
+world, when it is to be girded with salvation. Holiness on the bells
+of the horses. The lion's mane patted by the hand of a babe. Ships of
+Tarshish bringing cargoes for Jesus, and the hard, dry, barren,
+winter-bleached, storm-scarred, thunder-split rock breaking into
+floods of bright water. Deserts into which dromedaries thrust their
+nostrils, because they were afraid of the simoom--deserts blooming
+into carnation roses and silver-tipped lilies.
+
+It is the old story. Everybody tells it. Isaiah told it, John told it,
+Paul told it, Ezekiel told it, Luther told it, Calvin told it, John
+Milton told it--everybody tells it; and yet--and yet when the midnight
+shall fly the hills, and Christ shall marshal His great army, and
+China, dashing her idols into the dust, shall hear the voice of God
+and wheel into line; and India, destroying her Juggernaut and
+snatching up her little children from the Ganges, shall hear the
+voice of God and wheel into line; and vine-covered Italy, and
+wheat-crowned Russia, and all the nations of the earth shall hear the
+voice of God and fall into line; then the Church, which has been
+toiling and struggling through the centuries, robed and garlanded like
+a bride adorned for her husband, shall put aside her veil and look up
+into the face of her Lord the King, and say: "The half--the half was
+not told me."
+
+Well, there is coming a greater surprise to every Christian--a greater
+surprise than anything I have depicted. Heaven is an old story.
+Everybody talks about it. There is hardly a hymn in the hymn-book that
+does not refer to it. Children read about it in their Sabbath-school
+book. Aged men put on their spectacles to study it. We say it is a
+harbor from the storm. We call it our home. We say it is the house of
+many mansions. We weave together all sweet, beautiful, delicate,
+exhilarant words; we weave them into letters, and then we spell it out
+in rose and lily and amaranth. And yet that place is going to be a
+surprise to the most intelligent Christian. Like the Queen of Sheba,
+the report has come to us from the far country, and many of us have
+started. It is a desert march, but we urge on the camels. What though
+our feet be blistered with the way? We are hastening to the palace. We
+take all our loves and hopes and Christian ambitions, as frankincense
+and myrrh and cassia, to the great King. We must not rest. We must not
+halt. The night is coming on, and it is not safe out here in the
+desert. Urge on the camels. I see the domes against the sky, and the
+houses of Lebanon, and the temples and the gardens. See the fountains
+dance in the sun, and the gates flash as they open to let in the poor
+pilgrims.
+
+Send the word up to the palace that we are coming, and that we are
+weary of the march of the desert. The King will come out and say:
+"Welcome to the palace; bathe in these waters, recline on these banks.
+Take this cinnamon and frankincense and myrrh and put it upon a censer
+and swing it before the altar." And yet, my friends, when heaven
+bursts upon us it will be a greater surprise than that--Jesus on the
+throne, and we made like Him! All our Christian friends surrounding us
+in glory! All our sorrows and tears and sins gone by forever! The
+thousands of thousands, the one hundred and forty-and-four thousand,
+the great multitudes that no man can number, will cry, world without
+end: "The half--the half was not told us!"
+
+
+
+
+VICARIOUS SUFFERING.
+
+ "Without shedding of blood is no remission."--HEB. ix: 22.
+
+
+John G. Whittier, the last of the great school of American poets that
+made the last quarter of a century brilliant, asked me in the White
+Mountains, one morning after prayers, in which I had given out
+Cowper's famous hymn about "The Fountain Filled with Blood," "Do you
+really believe there is a literal application of the blood of Christ
+to the soul?" My negative reply then is my negative reply now. The
+Bible statement agrees with all physicians, and all physiologists, and
+all scientists, in saying that the blood is the life, and in the
+Christian religion it means simply that Christ's life was given for
+our life. Hence all this talk of men who say the Bible story of blood
+is disgusting, and that they don't want what they call a
+"slaughter-house religion," only shows their incapacity or
+unwillingness to look through the figure of speech toward the thing
+signified. The blood that, on the darkest Friday the world ever saw,
+oozed, or trickled, or poured from the brow, and the side, and the
+hands, and the feet of the illustrious sufferer, back of Jerusalem, in
+a few hours coagulated and dried up, and forever disappeared; and if
+man had depended on the application of the literal blood of Christ,
+there would not have been a soul saved for the last eighteen
+centuries.
+
+In order to understand this red word of my text, we only have to
+exercise as much common sense in religion as we do in everything else.
+Pang for pang, hunger for hunger, fatigue for fatigue, tear for tear,
+blood for blood, life for life, we see every day illustrated. The act
+of substitution is no novelty, although I hear men talk as though the
+idea of Christ's suffering substituted for our suffering were
+something abnormal, something distressingly odd, something wildly
+eccentric, a solitary episode in the world's history; when I could
+take you out into this city, and before sundown point you to five
+hundred cases of substitution and voluntary suffering of one in behalf
+of another.
+
+At two o'clock to-morrow afternoon go among the places of business or
+toil. It will be no difficult thing for you to find men who, by their
+looks, show you that they are overworked. They are prematurely old.
+They are hastening rapidly toward their decease. They have gone
+through crises in business that shattered their nervous system, and
+pulled on the brain. They have a shortness of breath, and a pain in
+the back of the head, and at night an insomnia that alarms them. Why
+are they drudging at business early and late? For fun? No; it would be
+difficult to extract any amusement out of that exhaustion. Because
+they are avaricious? In many cases no. Because their own personal
+expenses are lavish? No; a few hundred dollars would meet all their
+wants. The simple fact is, the man is enduring all that fatigue and
+exasperation, and wear and tear, to keep his home prosperous. There
+is an invisible line reaching from that store, from that bank, from
+that shop, from that scaffolding, to a quiet scene a few blocks, a few
+miles away, and there is the secret of that business endurance. He is
+simply the champion of a homestead, for which he wins bread, and
+wardrobe, and education, and prosperity, and in such battle ten
+thousand men fall. Of ten business men whom I bury, nine die of
+overwork for others. Some sudden disease finds them with no power of
+resistance, and they are gone. Life for life. Blood for blood.
+Substitution!
+
+At one o'clock to-morrow morning, the hour when slumber is most
+uninterrupted and most profound, walk amid the dwelling-houses of the
+city. Here and there you will find a dim light, because it is the
+household custom to keep a subdued light burning: but most of the
+houses from base to top are as dark as though uninhabited. A merciful
+God has sent forth the archangel of sleep, and he puts his wings over
+the city. But yonder is a clear light burning, and outside on the
+window casement a glass or pitcher containing food for a sick child;
+the food is set in the fresh air. This is the sixth night that mother
+has sat up with that sufferer. She has to the last point obeyed the
+physician's prescription, not giving a drop too much or too little, or
+a moment too soon or too late. She is very anxious, for she has buried
+three children with the same disease, and she prays and weeps, each
+prayer and sob ending with a kiss of the pale cheek. By dint of
+kindness she gets the little one through the ordeal. After it is all
+over, the mother is taken down. Brain or nervous fever sets in, and
+one day she leaves the convalescent child with a mother's blessing,
+and goes up to join the three in the kingdom of heaven. Life for life.
+Substitution! The fact is that there are an uncounted number of
+mothers who, after they have navigated a large family of children
+through all the diseases of infancy, and got them fairly started up
+the flowering slope of boyhood and girlhood, have only strength enough
+left to die. They fade away. Some call it consumption; some call it
+nervous prostration; some call it intermittent or malarial
+disposition; but I call it martyrdom of the domestic circle. Life for
+life. Blood for blood. Substitution!
+
+Or perhaps the mother lingers long enough to see a son get on the
+wrong road, and his former kindness becomes rough reply when she
+expresses anxiety about him. But she goes right on, looking carefully
+after his apparel, remembering his every birthday with some memento,
+and when he is brought home worn out with dissipation, nurses him till
+he gets well and starts him again, and hopes, and expects, and prays,
+and counsels, and suffers, until her strength gives out and she fails.
+She is going, and attendants, bending over her pillow, ask her if she
+has any message to leave, and she makes great effort to say something,
+but out of three or four minutes of indistinct utterance they can
+catch but three words: "My poor boy!" The simple fact is she died for
+him. Life for life. Substitution!
+
+About twenty-four years ago there went forth from our homes hundreds
+of thousands of men to do battle for their country. All the poetry of
+war soon vanished, and left them nothing but the terrible prose. They
+waded knee-deep in mud. They slept in snow-banks. They marched till
+their cut feet tracked the earth. They were swindled out of their
+honest rations, and lived on meat not fit for a dog. They had jaws all
+fractured, and eyes extinguished, and limbs shot away. Thousands of
+them cried for water as they lay dying on the field the night after
+the battle, and got it not. They were homesick, and received no
+message from their loved ones. They died in barns, in bushes, in
+ditches, the buzzards of the summer heat the only attendants on their
+obsequies. No one but the infinite God who knows everything, knows the
+ten thousandth part of the length, and breadth, and depth, and height
+of anguish of the Northern and Southern battlefields. Why did these
+fathers leave their children and go to the front, and why did these
+young men, postponing the marriage-day, start out into the
+probabilities of never coming back? For the country they died. Life
+for life. Blood for blood. Substitution!
+
+But we need not go so far. What is that monument in Greenwood? It is
+to the doctors who fell in the Southern epidemics. Why go? Were there
+not enough sick to be attended in these Northern latitudes? Oh, yes;
+but the doctor puts a few medical books in his valise, and some vials
+of medicine, and leaves his patients here in the hands of other
+physicians, and takes the rail-train. Before he gets to the infected
+regions he passes crowded rail-trains, regular and extra, taking the
+flying and affrighted populations. He arrives in a city over which a
+great horror is brooding. He goes from couch to couch, feeling of
+pulse and studying symptoms, and prescribing day after day, night
+after night, until a fellow-physician says: "Doctor, you had better go
+home and rest; you look miserable." But he can not rest while so many
+are suffering. On and on, until some morning finds him in a delirium,
+in which he talks of home, and then rises and says he must go and look
+after those patients. He is told to lie down; but he fights his
+attendants until he falls back, and is weaker and weaker, and dies for
+people with whom he had no kinship, and far away from his own family,
+and is hastily put away in a stranger's tomb, and only the fifth part
+of a newspaper line tells us of his sacrifice--his name just mentioned
+among five. Yet he has touched the furthest height of sublimity in
+that three weeks of humanitarian service. He goes straight as an arrow
+to the bosom of Him who said: "I was sick and ye visited Me." Life for
+life. Blood for blood. Substitution!
+
+In the legal profession I see the same principle of self-sacrifice. In
+1846, William Freeman, a pauperized and idiotic negro, was at Auburn,
+N.Y., on trial for murder. He had slain the entire Van Nest family.
+The foaming wrath of the community could be kept off him only by armed
+constables. Who would volunteer to be his counsel? No attorney wanted
+to sacrifice his popularity by such an ungrateful task. All were
+silent save one, a young lawyer with feeble voice, that could hardly
+be heard outside the bar, pale and thin and awkward. It was William H.
+Seward, who saw that the prisoner was idiotic and irresponsible, and
+ought to be put in an asylum rather than put to death, the heroic
+counsel uttering these beautiful words:
+
+"I speak now in the hearing of a people who have prejudged prisoner
+and condemned me for pleading in his behalf. He is a convict, a
+pauper, a negro, without intellect, sense, or emotion. My child with
+an affectionate smile disarms my care-worn face of its frown whenever
+I cross my threshold. The beggar in the street obliges me to give
+because he says, 'God bless you!' as I pass. My dog caresses me with
+fondness if I will but smile on him. My horse recognizes me when I
+fill his manger. What reward, what gratitude, what sympathy and
+affection can I expect here? There the prisoner sits. Look at him.
+Look at the assemblage around you. Listen to their ill-suppressed
+censures and their excited fears, and tell me where among my neighbors
+or my fellow-men, where, even in his heart, I can expect to find a
+sentiment, a thought, not to say of reward or of acknowledgment, or
+even of recognition? Gentlemen, you may think of this evidence what
+you please, bring in what verdict you can, but I asseverate before
+Heaven and you, that, to the best of my knowledge and belief, the
+prisoner at the bar does not at this moment know why it is that my
+shadow falls on you instead of his own."
+
+The gallows got its victim, but the post-mortem examination of the
+poor creature showed to all the surgeons and to all the world that the
+public were wrong, and William H. Seward was right, and that hard,
+stony step of obloquy in the Auburn court-room was the first step of
+the stairs of fame up which he went to the top, or to within one step
+of the top, that last denied him through the treachery of American
+politics. Nothing sublimer was ever seen in an American court-room
+than William H. Seward, without reward, standing between the fury of
+the populace and the loathsome imbecile. Substitution!
+
+In the realm of the fine arts there was as remarkable an instance. A
+brilliant but hypercriticised painter, Joseph William Turner, was met
+by a volley of abuse from all the art galleries of Europe. His
+paintings, which have since won the applause of all civilized nations,
+"The Fifth Plague of Egypt," "Fishermen on a Lee Shore in Squally
+Weather," "Calais Pier," "The Sun Rising Through Mist," and "Dido
+Building Carthage," were then targets for critics to shoot at. In
+defense of this outrageously abused man, a young author of twenty-four
+years, just one year out of college, came forth with his pen, and
+wrote the ablest and most famous essays on art that the world ever
+saw, or ever will see--John Ruskin's "Modern Painters." For seventeen
+years this author fought the battles of the maltreated artist, and
+after, in poverty and broken-heartedness, the painter had died, and
+the public tried to undo their cruelties toward him by giving him a
+big funeral and burial at St. Paul's Cathedral, his old-time friend
+took out of a tin box nineteen thousand pieces of paper containing
+drawings by the old painter, and through many weary and uncompensated
+months assorted and arranged them for public observation. People say
+John Ruskin in his old days is cross, misanthropic, and morbid.
+Whatever he may do that he ought not to do, and whatever he may say
+that he ought not to say between now and his death, he will leave this
+world insolvent as far as it has any capacity to pay this author's pen
+for its chivalric and Christian defense of a poor painter's pencil.
+John Ruskin for William Turner. Blood for blood. Substitution!
+
+What an exalting principle this which leads one to suffer for another!
+Nothing so kindles enthusiasm or awakens eloquence, or chimes poetic
+canto, or moves nations. The principle is the dominant one in our
+religion--Christ the Martyr, Christ the celestial Hero, Christ the
+Defender, Christ the Substitute. No new principle, for it was as old
+as human nature; but now on a grander, wider, higher, deeper, and more
+world-resounding scale! The shepherd boy as a champion for Israel with
+a sling toppled the giant of Philistine braggadocio in the dust; but
+here is another David who, for all the armies of churches militant and
+triumphant, hurls the Goliath of perdition into defeat, the crash of
+his brazen armor like an explosion at Hell Gate. Abraham had at God's
+command agreed to sacrifice his son Isaac, and the same God just in
+time had provided a ram of the thicket as a substitute; but here is
+another Isaac bound to the altar, and no hand arrests the sharp edges
+of laceration and death, and the universe shivers and quakes and
+recoils and groans at the horror.
+
+All good men have for centuries been trying to tell whom this
+Substitute was like, and every comparison, inspired and uninspired,
+evangelistic, prophetic, apostolic, and human, falls short, for Christ
+was the Great Unlike. Adam a type of Christ, because he came directly
+from God; Noah a type of Christ, because he delivered his own family
+from deluge; Melchisedec a type of Christ, because he had no
+predecessor or successor; Joseph a type of Christ, because he was cast
+out by his brethren; Moses a type of Christ, because he was a
+deliverer from bondage; Joshua a type of Christ, because he was a
+conqueror; Samson a type of Christ, because of his strength to slay
+the lions and carry off the iron gates of impossibility; Solomon a
+type of Christ, in the affluence of his dominion; Jonah a type of
+Christ, because of the stormy sea in which he threw himself for the
+rescue of others; but put together Adam and Noah and Melchisedec and
+Joseph and Moses and Joshua and Samson and Solomon and Jonah, and they
+would not make a fragment of a Christ, a quarter of a Christ, the half
+of a Christ, or the millionth part of a Christ.
+
+He forsook a throne and sat down on His own footstool. He came from
+the top of glory to the bottom of humiliation, and changed a
+circumference seraphic for a circumference diabolic. Once waited on by
+angels, now hissed at by brigands. From afar and high up He came down;
+past meteors swifter than they; by starry thrones, Himself more
+lustrous; past larger worlds to smaller worlds; down stairs of
+firmaments, and from cloud to cloud, and through tree-tops and into
+the earners stall, to thrust His shoulder under our burdens and take
+the lances of pain through His vitals, and wrapped himself in all the
+agonies which we deserve for our misdoings, and stood on the splitting
+decks of a foundering vessel, amid the drenching surf of the sea, and
+passed midnights on the mountains amid wild beasts of prey, and stood
+at the point where all earthly and infernal hostilities charged on Him
+at once with their keen sabers--our Substitute!
+
+When did attorney ever endure so much for a pauper client, or
+physician for the patient in the lazaretto, or mother for the child in
+membranous croup, as Christ for us, and Christ for you, and Christ for
+me? Shall any man or woman or child in this audience who has ever
+suffered for another find it hard to understand this Christly
+suffering for us? Shall those whose sympathies have been wrung in
+behalf of the unfortunate have no appreciation of that one moment
+which was lifted out of all the ages of eternity as most conspicuous,
+when Christ gathered up all the sins of those to be redeemed under His
+one arm, and all their sorrows under His other arm, and said: "I will
+atone for these under my right arm, and will heal all those under my
+left arm. Strike me with all thy glittering shafts, O Eternal Justice!
+Roll over me with all thy surges, ye oceans of sorrow"? And the
+thunderbolts struck Him from above, and the seas of trouble rolled up
+from beneath, hurricane after hurricane, and cyclone after cyclone,
+and then and there in presence of heaven and earth and hell, yea, all
+worlds witnessing, the price, the bitter price, the transcendent
+price, the awful price, the glorious price, the infinite price, the
+eternal price, was paid that sets us free.
+
+That is what Paul means, that is what I mean, that is what all those
+who have ever had their heart changed mean by "blood." I glory in this
+religion of blood! I am thrilled as I see the suggestive color in
+sacramental cup, whether it be of burnished silver set on cloth
+immaculately white, or rough-hewn from wood set on table in log-hut
+meeting-house of the wilderness. Now I am thrilled as I see the altars
+of ancient sacrifice crimson with the blood of the slain lamb, and
+Leviticus is to me not so much the Old Testament as the New. Now I see
+why the destroying angel passing over Egypt in the night spared all
+those houses that had blood sprinkled on their door-posts. Now I know
+what Isaiah means when he speaks of "one in red apparel coming with
+dyed garments from Bozrah;" and whom the Apocalypse means when it
+describes a heavenly chieftain whose "vesture was dipped in blood;"
+and what Peter, the apostle, means when he speaks of the "precious
+blood that cleanseth from all sin;" and what the old, worn-out,
+decrepit missionary Paul means when, in my text, he cries, "Without
+shedding of blood is no remission." By that blood you and I will be
+saved--or never saved at all. In all the ages of the world God has not
+once pardoned a single sin except through the Saviour's expiation, and
+He never will. Glory be to God that the hill back of Jerusalem was the
+battle-field on which Christ achieved our liberty!
+
+The most exciting and overpowering day of last summer was the day I
+spent on the battle-field of Waterloo. Starting out with the morning
+train from Brussels, Belgium, we arrived in about an hour on that
+famous spot. A son of one who was in the battle, and who had heard
+from his father a thousand times the whole scene recited, accompanied
+us over the field. There stood the old Hougomont Chateau, the walls
+dented, and scratched, and broken, and shattered by grape-shot and
+cannon-ball. There is the well in which three hundred dying and dead
+were pitched. There is the chapel with the head of the infant Christ
+shot off. There are the gates at which, for many hours, English and
+French armies wrestled. Yonder were the one hundred and sixty guns of
+the English, and the two hundred and fifty guns of the French. Yonder
+the Hanoverian Hussars fled for the woods. Yonder was the ravine of
+Ohain, where the French cavalry, not knowing there was a hollow in the
+ground, rolled over and down, troop after troop, tumbling into one
+awful mass of suffering, hoof of kicking horses against brow and
+breast of captains and colonels and private soldiers, the human and
+the beastly groan kept up until, the day after, all was shoveled under
+because of the malodor arising in that hot month of June.
+
+"There," said our guide, "the Highland regiments lay down on their
+faces waiting for the moment to spring upon the foe. In that orchard
+twenty-five hundred men were cut to pieces. Here stood Wellington with
+white lips, and up that knoll rode Marshal Ney on his sixth horse,
+five having been shot under him. Here the ranks of the French broke,
+and Marshal Ney, with his boot slashed of a sword, and his hat off,
+and his face covered with powder and blood, tried to rally his troops
+as he cried: 'Come and see how a marshal of French dies on the
+battle-field.' From yonder direction Grouchy was expected for the
+French re-enforcement, but he came not. Around those woods Blucher was
+looked for to re-enforce the English, and just in time he came up.
+Yonder is the field where Napoleon stood, his arm through the reins of
+the horse's bridle, dazed and insane, trying to go back." Scene of a
+battle that went on from twenty-five minutes to twelve o'clock, on the
+eighteenth of June, until four o'clock, when the English seemed
+defeated, and their commander cried out; "Boys, can you think of
+giving way? Remember old England!" and the tides turned, and at eight
+o'clock in the evening the man of destiny, who was called by his
+troops Old Two Hundred Thousand, turned away with broken heart, and
+the fate of centuries was decided.
+
+No wonder a great mound has been reared there, hundreds of feet
+high--a mound at the expense of millions of dollars and many years in
+rising, and on the top is the great Belgian lion of bronze, and a
+grand old lion it is. But our great Waterloo was in Palestine. There
+came a day when all hell rode up, led by Apollyon, and the Captain of
+our salvation confronted them alone. The Rider on the white horse of
+the Apocalypse going out against the black horse cavalry of death, and
+the battalions of the demoniac, and the myrmidons of darkness. From
+twelve o'clock at noon to three o'clock in the afternoon the greatest
+battle of the universe went on. Eternal destinies were being decided.
+All the arrows of hell pierced our Chieftain, and the battle-axes
+struck Him, until brow and cheek and shoulder and hand and foot were
+incarnadined with oozing life; but He fought on until He gave a final
+stroke with sword from Jehovah's buckler, and the commander-in-chief
+of hell and all his forces fell back in everlasting ruin, and the
+victory is ours. And on the mound that celebrates the triumph we plant
+this day two figures, not in bronze or iron or sculptured marble, but
+two figures of living light, the Lion of Judah's tribe and the Lamb
+that was slain.
+
+
+
+
+POSTHUMOUS OPPORTUNITY.
+
+ "If the tree fall toward the south or toward the north, in the
+ place where the tree falleth there it shall be."--ECCLES. xi: 3.
+
+
+There is a hovering hope in the minds of a vast multitude that there
+will be an opportunity in the next world to correct the mistakes of
+this; that, if we do make complete shipwreck of our earthly life, it
+will be on a shore up which we may walk to a palace; that, as a
+defendant may lose his case in the Circuit Court, and carry it up to
+the Supreme Court or Court of Chancery and get a reversal of judgment
+in his behalf, all the costs being thrown over on the other party, so,
+if we fail in the earthly trial, we may in the higher jurisdiction of
+eternity have the judgment of the lower court set aside, all the costs
+remitted, and we may be victorious defendants forever.
+
+My object in this sermon is to show that common sense, as well as my
+text, declares that such an expectation is chimerical. You say that
+the impenitent man, having got into the next world and seeing the
+disaster, will, as a result of that disaster, turn, the pain the cause
+of his reformation. But you can find ten thousand instances in this
+world of men who have done wrong and distress overtook them suddenly.
+Did the distress heal them? No; they went right on.
+
+That man was flung of dissipations. "You must stop drinking," said
+the doctor, "and quit the fast life you are leading, or it will
+destroy you.". The patient suffers paroxysm after paroxysm; but, under
+skillful medical treatment, he begins to sit up, begins to walk about
+the room, begins to go to business. And, lo! he goes back to the same
+grog-shops for his morning dram, and his even dram, and the drams
+between. Flat down again! Same doctor. Same physical anguish. Same
+medical warning.
+
+Now, the illness is more protracted; the liver is more stubborn, the
+stomach more irritable, and the digestive organs are more rebellious.
+But after awhile he is out again, goes back to the same dram-shops,
+and goes the same round of sacrilege against his physical health.
+
+He sees that his downward course is ruining his household, that his
+life is a perpetual perjury against his marriage vow, that that
+broken-hearted woman is so unlike the roseate young wife that he
+married, that her old schoolmates do not recognize her; that his sons
+are to be taunted for a life-time by the father's drunkenness, that
+the daughters are to pass into life under the scarification of a
+disreputable ancestor. He is drinking up their happiness, their
+prospects for this life, and, perhaps, for the life to come. Sometimes
+an appreciation of what he is doing comes upon him. His nervous system
+is all a tangle. From crown of head to sole of foot he is one aching,
+rasping, crucifying, damning torture. Where is he? In hell on earth.
+Does it reform him?
+
+After awhile he has delirium tremens, with a whole jungle of hissing
+reptiles let out on his pillow, and his screams horrify the neighbors
+as he dashes out of his bed, crying: "Take these things off me!" As he
+sits, pale and convalescent, the doctor says: "Now I want to have a
+plain talk with you, my dear fellow. The next attack of this kind you
+will have you will be beyond all medical skill, and you will die." He
+gets better and goes forth into the same round again. This time
+medicine takes no effect. Consultation of physicians agree in saying
+there is no hope. Death ends the scene.
+
+That process of inebriation, warning, and dissolution is going on
+within stone's throw of this church, going on in all the neighborhoods
+of Christendom. Pain does not correct. Suffering does not reform. What
+is true in one sense is true in all senses, and will forever be so,
+and yet men are expecting in the next world purgatorial rejuvenation.
+Take up the printed reports of the prisons of the United States, and
+you will find that the vast majority of the incarcerated have been
+there before, some of them four, five, six times. With a million
+illustrations all working the other way in this world, people are
+expecting that distress in the next state will be salvatory. You can
+not imagine any worse torture in any other world than that which some
+men have suffered here, and without any salutary consequence.
+
+Furthermore, the prospect of a reformation in the next world is more
+improbable than a reformation here. In this world the life started
+with innocence of infancy. In the case supposed the other life will
+open with all the accumulated bad habits of many years upon him.
+Surely, it is easier to build a strong ship out of new timber than out
+of an old hulk that has been ground up in the breakers. If with
+innocence to start with in this life a man does not become godly, what
+prospect is there that in the next world, starting with sin, there
+would be a seraph evoluted? Surely the sculptor has more prospect of
+making a fine statue out of a block of pure white Parian marble than
+out of an old black rock seamed and cracked with the storms of a half
+century. Surely upon a clean, white sheet of paper it is easier to
+write a deed or a will than upon a sheet of paper all scribbled and
+blotted and torn from top to bottom. Yet men seem to think that,
+though the life that began here comparatively perfect turned out
+badly, the next life will succeed, though it starts with a dead
+failure.
+
+"But," says some one, "I think we ought to have a chance in the next
+life, because this life is so short it allows only small opportunity.
+We hardly have time to turn around between cradle and tomb, the wood
+of the one almost touching the marble of the other." But do you know
+what made the ancient deluge a necessity? It was the longevity of the
+antediluvians. They were worse in the second century of their
+life-time than in the first hundred years, and still worse in the
+third century, and still worse all the way on to seven, eight, and
+nine hundred years, and the earth had to be washed, and scrubbed, and
+soaked, and anchored, clear out of sight for more than a month before
+it could be made fit for decent people to live in. Longevity never
+cures impenitency. All the pictures of Time represent him with a
+scythe to cut, but I never saw any picture of Time with a case of
+medicines to heal. Seneca says that Nero for the first five years of
+his public life was set up for an example of clemency and kindness,
+but his path all the way descended until at sixty-eight he became a
+suicide. If eight hundred years did not make antediluvians any better,
+but only made them worse, the ages of eternity could have no effect
+except prolongation of depravity.
+
+"But," says some one, "in the future state evil surroundings will be
+withdrawn and elevated influences substituted, and hence expurgation,
+and sublimation, and glorification." But the righteous, all their sins
+forgiven, have passed on into a beatific state, and consequently the
+unsaved will be left alone. It can not be expected that Doctor Duff,
+who exhausted himself in teaching Hindoos the way to heaven, and
+Doctor Abeel, who gave his life in the evangelization of China, and
+Adoniram Judson, who toiled for the redemption of Borneo, should be
+sent down by some celestial missionary society to educate those who
+wasted all their earthly existence. Evangelistic and missionary
+efforts are ended. The entire kingdom of the morally bankrupt by
+themselves, where are the salvatory influences to come from? Can one
+speckled and bad apple in a barrel of diseased apples turn the other
+apples good? Can those who are themselves down help others up? Can
+those who have themselves failed in the business of the soul pay the
+debts of their spiritual insolvents? Can a million wrongs make one
+right?
+
+Poneropolis was a city where King Philip of Thracia put all the bad
+people of his kingdom. If any man had opened a primary school at
+Poneropolis I do not think the parents from other cities would have
+sent their children there. Instead of amendment in the other world,
+all the associations, now that the good are evolved, will be
+degenerating and down. You would not want to send a man to a cholera
+or yellow fever hospital for his health; and the great lazaretto of
+the next world, containing the diseased and plague-struck, will be a
+poor place for moral recovery. If the surroundings in this world were
+crowded of temptation, the surroundings of the next world, after the
+righteous have passed up and on, will be a thousand per cent. more
+crowded of temptation.
+
+The Count of Chateaubriand made his little son sleep at night at the
+top of a castle turret, where the winds howled and where specters were
+said to haunt the place; and while the mother and sisters almost died
+with fright, the son tells us that the process gave him nerves that
+could not tremble and a courage that never faltered. But I don't think
+that towers of darkness and the spectral world swept by Sirocco and
+Euroclydon will ever fit one for the land of eternal sunshine. I
+wonder what is the curriculum of that college of Inferno, where, after
+proper preparation by the sins of this life, the candidate enters,
+passing on from freshman class of depravity to sophomore of
+abandonment, and from sophomore to junior, and from junior to senior,
+and day of graduation comes, and with diploma signed by Satan, the
+president, and other professorial demoniacs, attesting that the
+candidate has been long enough under their drill, he passes up to
+enter heaven! Pandemonium a preparative course for heavenly admission!
+Ah, my friends, Satan and his cohorts have fitted uncounted
+multitudes for ruin, but never fitted one soul for happiness.
+
+Furthermore, it would not be safe for this world if men had another
+chance in the next. If it had been announced that, however wickedly a
+man might act in this world, he could fix it up all right in the next,
+society would be terribly demoralized, and the human race demolished
+in a few years. The fear that, if we are bad and unforgiven here, it
+will not be well for us in the next existence, is the chief influence
+that keeps civilization from rushing back to semi-barbarism, and
+semi-barbarism from rushing into midnight savagery, and midnight
+savagery from extinction; for it is the astringent impression of all
+nations, Christian and heathen, that there is no future chance for
+those who have wasted this.
+
+Multitudes of men who are kept within bounds would say, "Go to, now!
+Let me get all out of this life there is in it. Come, gluttony, and
+inebriation, and uncleanness, and revenge, and all sensualities, and
+wait upon me! My life may be somewhat shortened in this world by
+dissoluteness, but that will only make heavenly indulgence on a larger
+scale the sooner possible. I will overtake the saints at last, and
+will enter the Heavenly Temple only a little later than those who
+behaved themselves here. I will on my way to heaven take a little
+wider excursion than those who were on earth pious, and I shall go to
+heaven _via_ Gehenna and _via_ Sheol." Another chance in the next
+world means free license and wild abandonment in this.
+
+Suppose you were a party in an important case at law, and you knew
+from consultation with judges and attorneys that it would be tried
+twice, and the first trial would be of little importance, but that the
+second would decide everything; for which trial would you make the
+most preparation, for which retain the ablest attorneys, for which be
+most anxious about the attendance of witnesses? You would put all the
+stress upon the second trial, all the anxiety, all the expenditure,
+saying, "The first is nothing, the last is everything." Give the race
+assurance of a second and more important trial in the subsequent life,
+and all the preparation for eternity would be _post-mortem_,
+post-funeral, post-sepulchral, and the world with one jerk be pitched
+off into impiety and godlessness.
+
+Furthermore, let me ask why a chance should be given in the next world
+if we have refused innumerable chances in this? Suppose you give a
+banquet, and you invite a vast number of friends, but one man declines
+to come, or treats your invitation with indifference. You in the
+course of twenty years give twenty banquets, and the same man is
+invited to them all, and treats them all in the same obnoxious way.
+After awhile you remove to another house, larger and better, and you
+again invite your friends, but send no invitation to the man who
+declined or neglected the other invitations. Are you to blame? Has he
+a right to expect to be invited after all the indignities he has done
+you? God in this world has invited us all to the banquet of His grace.
+He invited us by His Providence and His Spirit three hundred and
+sixty-five days of every year since we knew our right hand from our
+left. If we declined it every time, or treated the invitation with
+indifference, and gave twenty or forty or fifty years of indignity on
+our part toward the Banqueter, and at last He spreads the banquet in a
+more luxurious and kingly place, amid the heavenly gardens, have we a
+right to expect Him to invite us again, and have we a right to blame
+Him if He does not invite us?
+
+If twelve gates of salvation stood open twenty years or fifty years
+for our admission, and at the end of that time they are closed, can we
+complain of it and say, "These gates ought to be open again. Give us
+another chance"? If the steamer is to sail for Hamburg, and we want to
+get to Germany by that line, and we read in every evening and every
+morning newspaper that it will sail on a certain day, for two weeks we
+have that advertisement before our eyes, and then we go down to the
+docks fifteen minutes after it has shoved off into the stream and say:
+"Come back. Give me another chance. It is not fair to treat me in this
+way. Swing up to the dock again, and throw out planks, and let me come
+on board." Such behavior would invite arrest as a madman.
+
+And if, after the Gospel ship has lain at anchor before our eyes for
+years and years, and all the benign voices of earth and heaven have
+urged us to get on board, as she might sail away at any moment, and
+after awhile she sails without us, is it common sense to expect her to
+come back? You might as well go out on the Highlands at Neversink and
+call to the "Aurania" after she has been three days out, and expect
+her to return, as to call back an opportunity for heaven when it once
+has sped away. All heaven offered us as a gratuity, and for a
+life-time we refuse to take it, and then rush on the bosses of
+Jehovah's buckler demanding another chance. There ought to be, there
+can be, there will be no such thing as posthumous opportunity. Thus,
+our common sense agrees with my text--"If the tree fall toward the
+south, or toward the north, in the place where the tree falleth, there
+it shall be."
+
+You see that this idea lifts this world up from an unimportant
+way-station to a platform of stupendous issues, and makes all eternity
+whirl around this hour. But one trial for which all the preparation
+must be made in this world, or never made at all. That piles up all
+the emphases and all the climaxes and all the destinies into life
+here. No other chance! Oh, how that augments the value and the
+importance of this chance!
+
+Alexander with his army used to surround a city, and then would lift a
+great light in token to the people that, if they surrendered before
+that light went out, all would be well; but if once the light went
+out, then the battering-rams would swing against the wall, and
+demolition and disaster would follow. Well, all we need do for our
+present and everlasting safety is to make surrender to Christ, the
+King and Conqueror--surrender of our hearts, surrender of our lives,
+surrender of everything. And He keeps a great light burning, light of
+Gospel invitation, light kindled with the wood of the cross and
+flaming up against the dark night of our sin and sorrow. Surrender
+while that great light continues to burn, for after it goes out there
+will be no other opportunity of making peace with God through our Lord
+Jesus Christ. Talk of another chance! Why, this is a supernal chance!
+
+In the time of Edward the Sixth, at the battle of Musselburgh, a
+private soldier, seeing that the Earl of Huntley had lost his helmet,
+took off his own helmet and put it upon the head of the earl; and the
+head of the private soldier uncovered, he was soon slain, while his
+commander rode safely out of the battle. But in our case, instead of a
+private soldier offering helmet to an earl, it is a King putting His
+crown upon an unworthy subject, the King dying that we might live.
+Tell it to all points of the compass. Tell it to night and day. Tell
+it to all earth and heaven. Tell it to all centuries, all ages, all
+millenniums, that we have such a magnificent chance in this world that
+we need no other chance in the next.
+
+I am in the burnished Judgment Hall of the Last Day. A great white
+throne is lifted, but the Judge has not yet taken it. While we are
+waiting for His arrival I hear immortal spirits in conversation. "What
+are you waiting here for?" says a soul that went up from Madagascar to
+a soul that ascended from America. The latter says: "I came from
+America, where forty years I heard the Gospel preached, and Bible
+read, and from the prayer that I learned in infancy at my mother's
+knee until my last hour I had Gospel advantage, but, for some reason,
+I did not make the Christian choice, and I am here waiting for the
+Judge to give me a new trial and another chance." "Strange!" says the
+other; "I had but one Gospel call in Madagascar, and I accepted it,
+and I do not need another chance."
+
+"Why are you here?" says one who on earth had feeblest intellect to
+one who had great brain, and silvery tongue, and scepters of
+influence. The latter responds: "Oh, I knew more than my fellows. I
+mastered libraries, and had learned titles from colleges, and my name
+was a synonym for eloquence and power. And yet I neglected my soul,
+and I am here waiting for a new trial." "Strange," says the one of the
+feeble earthly capacity; "I knew but little of worldly knowledge, but
+I knew Christ, and made Him my partner, and I have no need of another
+chance."
+
+Now the ground trembles with the approaching chariot. The great
+folding-doors of the Hall swing open. "Stand back!" cry the celestial
+ushers. "Stand back, and let the Judge of quick and dead pass
+through!" He takes the throne, and, looking over the throng of
+nations, He says: "Come to judgment, the last judgment, the only
+judgment!" By one flash from the throne all the history of each one
+flames forth to the vision of himself and all others. "Divide!" says
+the Judge to the assembly. "Divide!" echo the walls. "Divide!" cry the
+guards angelic.
+
+And now the immortals separate, rushing this way and that, and after
+awhile there is a great aisle between them, and a great vacuum
+widening and widening, and the Judge, turning to the throng on one
+side, says: "He that is righteous, let him be righteous still, and he
+that is holy, let him be holy still;" and then, turning toward the
+throng on the opposite side, He says: "He that is unjust, let him be
+unjust still, and he that is filthy, let him be filthy still;" and
+then, lifting one hand toward each group, He declares: "If the tree
+fall toward the south or toward the north, in the place where the
+tree falleth, there it shall be." And then I hear something jar with a
+great sound. It is the closing of the Book of Judgment. The Judge
+ascends the stairs behind the throne. The hall of the last assize is
+cleared and shut. The high court of eternity is adjourned forever.
+
+
+
+
+THE LORD'S RAZOR.
+
+ "In the same day shall the Lord shave with a razor that is
+ hired, namely, by them beyond the river, by the King of
+ Assyria."--ISAIAH vii: 20.
+
+
+The Bible is the boldest book ever written. There are no similitudes
+in Ossian or the Iliad or the Odyssey so daring. Its imagery sometimes
+seems on the verge of the reckless, but only seems so. The fact is
+that God would startle and arouse and propel men and nations. A tame
+and limping similitude would fail to accomplish the object. While
+there are times when He employs in the Bible the gentle dew and the
+morning cloud and the dove and the daybreak in the presentation of
+truth, we often find the iron chariot, the lightning, the earthquake,
+the spray, the sword, and, in my text, the razor.
+
+This keen-bladed instrument has advanced in usefulness with the ages.
+In Bible times and lands the beard remained uncut save in the seasons
+of mourning and humiliation, but the razor was always a suggestive
+symbol. David says of Doeg, his antagonist: "Thy tongue is a sharp
+razor working deceitfully;" that is, it pretends to clear the face,
+but is really used for deadly incision. In this morning's text the
+weapon of the toilet appears under the following circumstances: Judea
+needed to have some of its prosperities cut off, and God sends
+against it three Assyrian kings--first Sennacherib, then Esrahaddon,
+and afterward Nebuchadnezzar. Those three sharp invasions, that cut
+down the glory of Judea, are compared to so many sweeps of the razor
+across the face of the land. And these circumstances were called a
+hired razor because God took the kings of Assyria, with whom He had no
+sympathy, to do the work, and paid them in palaces and spoils and
+annexations. These kings were hired to execute the divine behests. And
+now the text, which on its first reading may have seemed trivial or
+inapt, is charged with momentous import: "In the same day shall the
+Lord shave with a razor that is hired--namely, by them beyond the
+river, by the King of Assyria."
+
+Well, if God's judgments are razors, we had better be careful how we
+use them on other people. In careful sheath these domestic weapons are
+put away, where no one by accident may touch them, and where the hands
+of children may not reach them. Such instruments must be carefully
+handled or not handled at all. But how recklessly some people wield
+the judgments of God! If a man meet with business misfortune, how many
+there are ready to cry out: "That is a judgment of God upon him
+because he was unscrupulous, or arrogant, or overreaching, or miserly.
+I thought he would get cut down! What a clean sweep of everything! His
+city house and country house gone! His stables emptied of all the fine
+bays and sorrels and grays that used to prance by his door! All his
+resources overthrown, and all that he prided himself on tumbled into
+demolition! Good for him!" Stop, my brother. Don't sling around too
+freely the judgments of God, for they are razors.
+
+Some of the most wicked business men succeed, and they live and die in
+prosperity, and some of the most honest and conscientious are driven
+into bankruptcy. Perhaps his manner was unfortunate, and he was not
+really as proud as he looked to be. Some of those who carry their head
+erect and look imperial are humble as a child, while many a man in
+seedy coat and slouch hat and unblacked shoes is as proud as Lucifer.
+You can not tell by a man's look. Perhaps he was not unscrupulous in
+business, for there are two sides to every story, and everybody that
+accomplishes anything for himself or others gets industriously lied
+about. Perhaps his business misfortune was not a punishment, but the
+fatherly discipline to prepare him for heaven, and God may love him
+far more than He loves you, who can pay dollar for dollar, and are put
+down in the commercial catalogues as A1. Whom the Lord loveth He gives
+four hundred thousand dollars and lets die on embroidered pillows? No:
+whom the Lord loveth He chasteneth. Better keep your hand off the
+Lord's razors, lest they cut and wound people that do not deserve it.
+If you want to shave off some of the bristling pride of your own heart
+do so; but be very careful how you put the sharp edge on others.
+
+How I do dislike the behavior of those persons who, when people are
+unfortunate, say: "I told you so--getting punished--served him right."
+If those I-told-you-so's got their desert they would long ago have
+been pitched over the battlements. The mote in their neighbor's
+eyes--so small that it takes a microscope to find it--gives them more
+trouble than the beam which obscures their own optics. With air
+sometimes supercilious and sometimes Pharisaical, and always
+blasphemous, they take the razor of the divine judgment and sharpen it
+on the hone of their own hard hearts, and then go to work on men
+sprawled out at full length under disaster, cutting mercilessly. They
+begin by soft expressions of sympathy and pity and half praise, and,
+lather the victim all over before they put on the sharp edge.
+
+Let us be careful how we shoot at others lest we take down the wrong
+one, remembering the servant of King William Rufus who shot at a deer,
+but the arrow glanced against a tree and killed the king. Instead of
+going out with shafts to pierce, and razors to cut, we had better
+imitate the friend of Richard Coeur de Lion, who, in the war of the
+Crusades, was captured and imprisoned, but none of his friends knew
+where. So his loyal friend went around the land from stronghold to
+stronghold, and sung at each window a snatch of song that Richard
+Coeur de Lion had taught him in other days. And one day, coming before
+a jail where he suspected his king might be incarcerated, he sung two
+lines of song, and immediately King Richard responded from his cell
+with the other two lines, and so his whereabouts were discovered, and
+immediately a successful movement was made for his liberation. So let
+us go up and down the world with the music of kind words and
+sympathetic hearts, serenading the unfortunate, and trying to get out
+of trouble men who had noble natures, but, by unforeseen
+circumstances, have been incarcerated, thus liberating kings. More
+hymn-book and less razor.
+
+Especially ought we to be apologetic and merciful toward those who,
+while they have great faults, have also great virtues. Some people are
+barren of virtues. No weeds verily, but no flowers. I must not be too
+much enraged at a nettle along the fence if it be in a field
+containing forty acres of ripe Michigan wheat. At the present time,
+naturalists tell us, there is on the sun a spot twenty thousand miles
+long, but from the brightness and warmth I conclude it is a good deal
+of a sun yet.
+
+Again, when I read in my text that the Lord shaves with the hired
+razor of Assyria the land of Judea, I bethink myself of the precision
+of God's providence. A razor swung the tenth part of an inch out of
+the right line means either failure or laceration, but God's dealings
+never slip, and they do not miss by the thousandth part of an inch the
+right direction. People talk as though things in this world were at
+loose ends. Cholera sweeps across Marseilles and Madrid and Palermo,
+and we watch anxiously. Will the epidemic sweep Europe and America?
+People say, "That will entirely depend on whether inoculation is a
+successful experiment; that will depend entirely on quarantine
+regulations; that will depend on the early or late appearance of
+frost; that epidemic is pitched into the world, and it goes blundering
+across the continents, and it is all guess-work and an appalling
+perhaps."
+
+My friends, I think, perhaps, that God had something to do with it,
+and that His mercy may have in some way protected us--that He may have
+done as much for us as the quarantine and the health officers. It was
+right and a necessity that all caution should be used, but there has
+come enough macaroni from Italy, and enough grapes from the south of
+France, and enough rags from tatterdemalions, and hidden in these
+articles of transportation enough choleraic germs to have left by this
+time all Brooklyn mourning at Greenwood, and all Philadelphia at
+Laurel Hill, and all Boston at Mount Auburn. I thank all the doctors
+and quarantines; but, more than all, and first of all, and last of
+all, and all the time, I thank God. In all the six thousand years of
+the world's existence there has not one thing merely "happened so."
+God is not an anarchist, but a King, a Father.
+
+When little Tod, the son of President Lincoln, died, all the land
+sympathized with the sorrow in the White House. He used to rush into
+the room where the cabinet was in session, and while the most eminent
+men of the land were discussing the questions of national existence.
+But the child had no care about those questions. Now God the Father,
+and God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost are in perpetual session in
+regard to this world and kindred worlds. Shall you, His child, rush in
+to criticise or arraign or condemn the divine government? No; the
+Cabinet of the Eternal Three can govern and will govern in the wisest
+and best way, and there never will be a mistake, and like razor
+skillfully swung, shall cut that which ought to be cut, and avoid that
+which ought to be avoided. Precision to the very hair-breadth. Earthly
+time-pieces may get out of order and strike wrong, saying that it is
+one o'clock when it is two, or two when it is three. God's clock is
+always right, and when it is one it strikes one, and when it is twelve
+it strikes twelve, and the second hand is as accurate as the minute
+hand.
+
+Further, my text tells us that God sometimes shaves nations: "In the
+same day shall the Lord shave with the razor that is hired." With one
+sharp sweep He went across Judea and down went its pride and its
+power. In 1861 God shaved our nation. We had allowed to grow Sabbath
+desecration, and oppression, and blasphemy, and fraud, and impurity,
+and all sorts of turpitude. The South had its sins, and the North its
+sins, and the East its sins, and the West its sins. We had been warned
+again and again, and we did not heed. At length the sword of war cut
+from the St. Lawrence to the Gulf, and from Atlantic seaboard to
+Pacific seaboard. The pride of the land, not the cowards, but the
+heroes, on both sides went down. And that which we took for the sword
+of war was the Lord's razor.
+
+In 1862, again, it went across the land. In 1863 again. In 1864 again.
+Then the sharp instrument was incased and put away. Never in the
+history of the ages was any land more thoroughly shaved than during
+those four years of civil combat; and, my brethren, if we do not quit
+some of our individual sins, national sins, the Lord will again take
+us in hand. He has other razors within reach besides war: epidemics,
+droughts, deluges, plagues--grasshopper and locust; or our
+overtowering success may so far excite the jealousy of other lands
+that, under some pretext, the great nations of Europe and Asia may
+combine to put us down. This nation, so easily approached on north
+and south and from both oceans, might have on hand at once more
+hostilities than were ever arrayed against any power.
+
+We have recently been told by skillful engineers that all our
+fortresses around New York harbor could not keep the shells from being
+hurled from the sea into the heart of these great cities. Insulated
+China, the wealthiest of all nations, as will be realized when her
+resources are developed, will have adopted all the modes of modern
+warfare, and at the Golden Gate may be discussing whether Americans
+must go. If the combined jealousies of Europe and Asia should come
+upon us, we should have more work on hand than would be pleasant. I
+hope no such combination against us will ever be formed, but I want to
+show that, as Assyria was the hired razor against Judea, and Cyrus the
+hired razor against Babylon, and the Huns the hired razor against the
+Goths, there are now many razors that the Lord could hire if, because
+of our national sins, He should undertake to shave us. In 1870,
+Germany was the razor with which the Lord shaved France. England is
+the razor with which very shortly the Lord will shave Russia. But
+nations are to repent in a day. May a speedy and world-wide coming to
+God hinder, on both sides the sea, all national calamity. But do not
+let us, as a nation, either by unrighteous law at Washington, or bad
+lives among ourselves, defy the Almighty.
+
+One would think that our national symbol of the eagle might sometimes
+suggest another eagle, that which ancient Rome carried. In the talons
+of that eagle were clutched at one time Britain, France, Spain, Italy,
+Dalmatia, Rhactia, Noricum, Pannonia, Moesia, Dacia, Thrace,
+Macedonia, Greece, Asia Minor, Syria, Phoenicia, Palestine, Egypt, and
+all Northern Africa, and all the islands of the Mediterranean, indeed,
+all the world that was worth having, an hundred and twenty millions of
+people under the wings of that one eagle. Where is she now? Ask
+Gibbon, the historian, in his prose poem, the "Decline and Fall of the
+Roman Empire." Ask her gigantic ruins straggling their sadness through
+the ages, the screech owl at windows out of which world-wide
+conquerors looked. Ask the day of judgment when her crowned
+debauchees, Commodus and Pertinax, and Caligula and Diocletian, shall
+answer for their infamy? As men and as nations let us repent, and have
+our trust in a pardoning God, rather than depend on former successes
+for immunity! Out of thirteen greatest battles of the world, Napoleon
+had lost but one before Waterloo. Pride and destruction often ride in
+the same saddle.
+
+But notice once more, and more than all in my text, that God is so
+kind and loving, that when it is necessary for Him to cut, He has to
+go to others for the sharp-edged weapon. "In the same day shall the
+Lord shave with a razor that is hired." God is love. God is pity. God
+is help. God is shelter. God is rescue. There are no sharp edges about
+Him, no thrusting points, no instruments of laceration. If you want
+balm for wounds, He has that. If you want salve for divine eyesight,
+He has that. But if there is sharp and cutting work to do which
+requires a razor, that He hires. God has nothing about Him that hurts,
+save when dire necessity demands, and then He has to go clear off to
+some one else to get the instrument.
+
+This divine geniality will be no novelty to those who have pondered
+the Calvarean massacre, where God submerged Himself in human tears,
+and crimsoned Himself from punctured arteries, and let the terrestrial
+and infernal worlds maul Him until the chandeliers of the sky had to
+be turned out, because the universe could not endure the indecency.
+Illustrious for love He must have been to take all that as our
+substitute, paying out of His own heart the price of our admission at
+the gates of heaven.
+
+King Henry II., of England, crowned his son as king, and on the day of
+coronation put on a servant's garb and waited, he, the king, at the
+son's table, to the astonishment of all the princes. But we know of a
+more wondrous scene, the King of heaven and earth offering to put on
+you, His child, the crown of life, and in the form of a servant
+waiting on you with blessing. Extol that love, all painting, all
+sculpture, all music, all architecture, all worship! In Dresdenian
+gallery let Raphael hold Him up as a child, and in Antwerp Cathedral
+let Rubens hand Him down from the cross as a martyr, and Handel make
+all his oratorio vibrate around that one chord--"He was wounded for
+our transgressions, bruised for our iniquity." But not until all the
+redeemed get home, and from the countenances of all the piled-up
+galleries of the ransomed shall be revealed the wonders of redemption,
+shall either man or seraph or archangel know the height, and depth,
+and length, and breadth of the love of God.
+
+At our national capital, a monument in honor of him who did more than
+any one to achieve our American Independence, was for scores of years
+in building, and most of us were discouraged and said it never would
+be completed. And how glad we all were when in the presence of the
+highest officials of the nation, the work was done! But will the
+monument to Him who died for the eternal liberation of the human race
+ever be completed? For ages the work has been going up; evangelists
+and apostles and martyrs have been adding to the heavenly pile, and
+every one of the millions of the redeemed going up from earth, has
+made to it contribution of gladness, and weight of glory is swung to
+the top of other weight of glory, higher and higher as the centuries
+go by, higher and higher as the whole millenniums roll, sapphire on
+the top of jasper, sardonyx on the top of chalcedony, and chrysoprasus
+above topaz, until, far beneath shall be the walls and towers and
+domes of the great capitol, a monument forever and forever rising, and
+yet never done. "Unto Him who hath loved us and washed us from our
+sins in His own blood, and made us kings and priests forever."
+
+Allelujah, amen.
+
+
+
+
+WINDOWS TOWARD JERUSALEM.
+
+ "His windows being open and his chamber toward
+ Jerusalem."--DAN. vi: 10.
+
+
+The scoundrelly princes of Persia, urged on by political jealousy
+against Daniel, have succeeded in getting a law passed that whosoever
+prays to God shall be put under the paws and teeth of the lions, who
+are lashing themselves in rage and hunger up and down the stone cage,
+or putting their lower jaws on the ground, bellowing till the earth
+trembles. But the leonine threat did not hinder the devotion of
+Daniel, the Coeur-de-Lion of the ages. His enemies might as well have
+a law that the sun should not draw water or that the south wind should
+not sweep across a garden of magnolias or that God should be
+abolished. They could not scare him with the red-hot furnaces, and
+they can not now scare him with the lions. As soon as Daniel hears of
+this enactment he leaves his office of Secretary of State, with its
+upholstery of crimson and gold, and comes down the white marble steps
+and goes to his own house. He opens his window and puts the shutters
+back and pulls the curtain aside so that he can look toward the sacred
+city of Jerusalem, and then prays.
+
+I suppose the people in the street gathered under and before his
+window, and said: "Just see that man defying the law; he ought to be
+arrested." And the constabulary of the city rush to the police
+head-quarters and report that Daniel is on his knees at the wide-open
+window. "You are my prisoner," says the officer of the law, dropping a
+heavy hand on the shoulder of the kneeling Daniel. As the constables
+open the door of the cavern to thrust in their prisoner, they see the
+glaring eyes of the monsters. But Daniel becomes the first lion-tamer,
+and they lick his hand and fawn at his feet, and that night he sleeps
+with the shaggy mane of a wild beast for his pillow, while the king
+that night, sleepless in the palace, has on him the paw and teeth of a
+lion he can not tame--the lion of a remorseful conscience.
+
+What a picture it would be for some artist; Darius, in the early dusk
+of morning, not waiting for footmen or chariot, hastening to the den,
+all flushed and nervous and in dishabille, and looking through the
+crevices of the cage to see what had become of his prime-minister!
+"What, no sound!" he says: "Daniel is surely devoured, and the lions
+are sleeping after their horrid meal, the bones of the poor man
+scattered across the floor of the cavern." With trembling voice Darius
+calls out, "Daniel!" No answer, for the prophet is yet in profound
+slumber. But a lion, more easily awakened, advances, and, with hot
+breath blown through the crevice, seems angrily to demand the cause of
+this interruption, and then another wild beast lifts his mane from
+under Daniel's head, and the prophet, waking up, comes forth to report
+himself all unhurt and well.
+
+But our text stands us at Daniel's window, open toward Jerusalem. Why
+in that direction open? Jerusalem was his native land, and all the
+pomp of his Babylonish successes could not make him forget it. He
+came there from Jerusalem at eighteen years of age, and he never
+visited it, though he lived to be eighty-five years. Yet, when he
+wanted to arouse the deepest emotions and grandest aspirations of his
+heart, he had his window open toward his native Jerusalem. There are
+many of you to-day who understand that without any exposition. This is
+getting to be a nation of foreigners. They have come into all
+occupations and professions. They sit in all churches. It may be
+twenty years ago since you got your naturalization papers, and you may
+be thoroughly Americanized, but you can't forget the land of your
+birth, and your warmest sympathies go out toward it. Your windows are
+open toward Jerusalem. Your father and mother are buried there. It may
+have been a very humble home in which you were born, but your memory
+often plays around it, and you hope some day to go and see it--the
+hill, the tree, the brook, the house, the place so sacred, the door
+from which you started off with parental blessing to make your own way
+in the world; and God only knows how sometimes you have longed to see
+the familiar places of your childhood, and how in awful crises of life
+you would like to have caught a glimpse of the old, wrinkled face that
+bent over you as you lay on the gentle lap twenty or forty or fifty
+years ago. You may have on this side of the sea risen in fortune, and,
+like Daniel, have become great, and may have come into prosperities
+which you never could have reached if you had stayed there, and you
+may have many windows to your house--bay-windows, and
+sky-light-windows, and windows of conservatory, and windows on all
+sides--but you have at least one window open toward Jerusalem.
+
+When the foreign steamer comes to the wharf, you see the long line of
+sailors, with shouldered mail-bags, coming down the planks, carrying
+as many letters as you might suppose would be enough for a year's
+correspondence, and this repeated again and again during the week.
+Multitudes of them are letters from home, and at all the post-offices
+of the land people will go to the window and anxiously ask for them,
+hundreds of thousands of persons finding that window of foreign mails
+the open window toward Jerusalem. Messages that say: "When are you
+coming home to see us? Brother has gone into the army. Sister is dead.
+Father and mother are getting very feeble. We are having a great
+struggle to get on here. Would you advise us to come to you, or will
+you come to us? All join in love, and hope to meet you, if not in this
+world, then in a better. Good-bye."
+
+Yes, yes; in all these cities, and amid the flowering western
+prairies, and on the slopes of the Pacific, and amid the Sierras, and
+on the banks of the lagoon, and on the ranches of Texas there is an
+uncounted multitude who, this hour, stand and sit and kneel with their
+windows open toward Jerusalem. Some of them played on the heather of
+the Scottish hills. Some of them were driven out by Irish famine. Some
+of them, in early life, drilled in the German army. Some of them were
+accustomed at Lyons or Marseilles or Paris to see on the street Victor
+Hugo and Gambetta. Some chased the chamois among the Alpine
+precipices. Some plucked the ripe clusters from Italian vineyard.
+Some lifted their faces under the midnight sun of Norway. It is no
+dishonor to our land that they remember the place of their nativity.
+Miscreants would they be if, while they have some of their windows
+open to take in the free air of America and the sunlight of an
+atmosphere which no kingly despot has ever breathed, they forgot
+sometime to open the window toward Jerusalem.
+
+No wonder that the son of the Swiss, when far away from home, hearing
+the national air of his country sung, the malady of home-sickness
+comes on him so powerfully as to cause his death. You have the example
+of the heroic Daniel of my text for keeping early memories fresh.
+Forget not the old folks at home. Write often; and, if you have
+surplus of means and they are poor, make practical contribution, and
+rejoice that America is bound to all the world by ties of sanguinity
+as is no other nation. Who can doubt but it is appointed for the
+evangelization of other lands? What a stirring, melting, gospelizing
+theory that all the doors of other nations are open toward us, while
+our windows are open toward them!
+
+But Daniel, in the text, kept this port-hole of his domestic fortress
+unclosed because Jerusalem was the capital of sacred influences. There
+had smoked the sacrifice. There was the Holy of Holies. There was the
+Ark of the Covenant. There stood the temple. We are all tempted to
+keep our windows open on the opposite side, toward the world, that we
+may see and hear and appropriate its advantages. What does the world
+say? What does the world think? What does the world do? Worshipers of
+the world instead of worshipers of God. Windows open toward Babylon.
+Windows open toward Corinth. Windows open toward Athens. Windows open
+toward Sodom. Windows open toward the flats, instead of windows open
+toward the hills. Sad mistake, for this world as a god is like
+something I saw the other day in the museum of Strasburg, Germany--the
+figure of a virgin in wood and iron. The victim in olden time was
+brought there, and this figure would open its arms to receive him,
+and, once infolded, the figure closed with a hundred knives and lances
+upon him, and then let him drop one hundred and eighty feet sheer
+down. So the world first embraces its idolaters, then closes upon them
+with many tortures, and then lets them drop forever down. The highest
+honor the world could confer was to make a man Roman emperor; but, out
+of sixty-three emperors, it allowed only six to die peacefully in
+their beds.
+
+The dominion of this world over multitudes is illustrated by the names
+of coins of many countries. They have their pieces of money which they
+call sovereigns and half sovereigns, crowns and half crowns, Napoleons
+and half Napoleons, Fredericks and double Fredericks, and ducats, and
+Isabellinos, all of which names mean not so much usefulness as
+dominion. The most of our windows open toward the exchange, toward the
+salon of fashion, toward the god of this world. In olden times the
+length of the English yard was fixed by the length of the arm of King
+Henry I., and we are apt to measure things by a variable standard and
+by the human arm that in the great crises of life can give us no help.
+We need, like Daniel, to open our windows toward God and religion.
+
+But, mark you, that good lion-tamer is not standing at the window, but
+kneeling, while he looks out. Most photographs are taken of those in
+standing or sitting posture. I now remember but one picture of a man
+kneeling, and that was David Livingstone, who in the cause of God and
+civilization sacrificed himself; and in the heart of Africa his
+servant, Majwara, found him in the tent by the light of a candle,
+stuck on the top of a box, his head in his hands upon the pillow, and
+dead on his knees. But here is a great lion-tamer, living under the
+dash of the light, and his hair disheveled of the breeze, praying. The
+fact is, that a man can see further on his knees than standing on
+tiptoe. Jerusalem was about five hundred and fifty statute miles from
+Babylon, and the vast Arabian Desert shifted its sands between them.
+Yet through that open window Daniel saw Jerusalem, saw all between it,
+saw beyond, saw time, saw eternity, saw earth, and saw heaven. Would
+you like to see the way through your sins to pardon, through your
+troubles to comfort, through temptation to rescue, through dire
+sickness to immortal health, through night to day, through things
+terrestrial to things celestial, you will not see them till you take
+Daniel's posture. No cap of bone to the joints of the fingers, no cap
+of bone to the joints of the elbow, but cap of bone to the knees, made
+so because the God of the body was the God of the soul, and especial
+provision for those who want to pray, and physiological structure
+joins with spiritual necessity in bidding us pray, and pray, and pray.
+
+In olden time the Earl of Westmoreland said he had no need to pray,
+because he had enough pious tenants on his estate to pray for him;
+but all the prayers of the church universal amount to nothing unless,
+like Daniel, we pray for ourselves. Oh, men and women, bounded on one
+side by Shadrach's red-hot furnace, and the other side by devouring
+lions, learn the secret of courage and deliverance by looking at that
+Babylonish window open toward the south-west! "Oh," you say, "that is
+the direction of the Arabian Desert!" Yes; but on the other side of
+the desert is God, is Christ, is Jerusalem, is heaven.
+
+The Brussels lace is superior to all other lace, so beautiful, so
+multiform, so expensive--four hundred francs a pound. All the world
+seeks it. Do you know how it is made? The spinning is done in a dark
+room, the only light admitted through a small aperture, and that light
+falling directly on the pattern. And the finest specimens of Christian
+character I have ever seen or ever expect to see are those to be found
+in lives all of whose windows have been darkened by bereavement and
+misfortune save one, but under that one window of prayer the
+interlacing of divine workmanship went on until it was fit to deck a
+throne, a celestial embroidery which angels admired and God approved.
+
+But it is another Jerusalem toward which we now need to open our
+windows. The exiled evangelist of Ephesus saw it one day as the surf
+of the Icarian sea foamed and splashed over the bowlders at his feet,
+and his vision reminded me of a wedding-day when the bride by sister
+and maid was having garlands twisted for her hair and jewels strung
+for her neck just before she puts her betrothed hand into the hand of
+her affianced: "I, John, saw the Holy City, New Jerusalem, coming
+down from God out of heaven prepared as a bride adorned for her
+husband." Toward that bridal Jerusalem are our windows opened?
+
+We would do well to think more of heaven. It is not a mere annex of
+earth. It is not a desolate outpost. As Jerusalem was the capital of
+Judae, and Babylon the capital of the Babylonian monarchy, and London
+is the capital of Great Britain, and Washington is the capital of our
+own republic, the New Jerusalem is the capital of the universe. The
+king lives there, and the royal family of the redeemed have their
+palaces there, and there is a congress of many nations and the
+parliament of all the worlds. Yea, as Daniel had kindred in Jerusalem
+of whom he often thought, though he had left home when a very young
+man, perhaps father and mother and brothers and sisters still living,
+and was homesick to see them, and they belonged to the high circles of
+royalty, Daniel himself having royal blood in his veins, so we have in
+the New Jerusalem a great many kindred, and we are sometimes homesick
+to see them, and they are all princes and princesses, in them the
+blood imperial, and we do well to keep our windows open toward their
+eternal residence.
+
+It is a joy for us to believe that while we are interested in them
+they are interested in us. Much thought of heaven makes one heavenly.
+The airs that blow through that open window are charged with life, and
+sweep up to us aromas from gardens that never wither, under skies that
+never cloud, in a spring-tide that never terminates. Compared with it
+all other heavens are dead failures.
+
+Homer's heaven was an elysium which he describes as a plain at the
+end of the earth or beneath, with no snow nor rainfall, and the sun
+never goes down, and Rhadamanthus, the justest of men, rules. Hesiod's
+heaven is what he calls the islands of the blessed, in the midst of
+the ocean, three times a year blooming with most exquisite flowers,
+and the air is tinted with purple, while games and music and
+horse-races occupy the time. The Scandinavian's heaven was the hall of
+Walhalla, where the god Odin gave unending wine-suppers to earthly
+heroes and heroines. The Mohammedan's heaven passes its disciples in
+over the bridge Al-Sirat, which is finer than a hair and sharper than
+a sword, and then they are let loose into a riot of everlasting
+sensuality.
+
+The American aborigines look forward to a heaven of illimitable
+hunting-ground, partridge and deer and wild duck more than plentiful,
+and the hounds never off the scent, and the guns never missing fire.
+But the geographer has followed the earth round, and found no Homer's
+elysium. Voyagers have traversed the deep in all directions, and found
+no Hesiod's islands of the blessed. The Mohammedan's celestial
+debauchery and the Indian's eternal hunting-ground for vast multitudes
+have no charm. But here rolls in the Bible heaven. No more sea--that
+is, no wide separation. No more night--that is, no insomnia. No more
+tears--that is, no heart-break. No more pain--that is, dismissal of
+lancet and bitter draught and miasma, and banishment of neuralgias and
+catalepsies and consumptions. All colors in the wall except gloomy
+black; all the music in the major-key, because celebrative and
+jubilant. River crystalline, gate crystalline, and skies crystalline,
+because everything is clear and without doubt. White robes, and that
+means sinlessness. Vials full of odors, and that means pure regalement
+of the senses. Rainbow, and that means the storm is over. Marriage
+supper, and that means gladdest festivity. Twelve manner of fruits,
+and that means luscious and unending variety. Harp, trumpet, grand
+march, anthem, amen, and hallelujah in the same orchestra. Choral
+meeting solo, and overture meeting antiphon, and strophe joining
+dithyramb, as they roll into the ocean of doxologies. And you and I
+may have all that, and have it forever through Christ, if we will let
+Him with the blood of one wounded hand rub out our sin, and with the
+other wounded hand swing open the shining portals.
+
+Day and night keep your window open toward that Jerusalem. Sing about
+it. Pray about it. Think about it. Talk about it. Dream about it. Do
+not be inconsolable about your friends who have gone into it. Do not
+worry if something in your heart indicates that you are not far off
+from its ecstasies. Do not think that when a Christian dies he stops,
+for he goes on.
+
+An ingenious man has taken the heavenly furlongs as mentioned in
+Revelation, and has calculated that there will be in heaven one
+hundred rooms sixteen feet square for each ascending soul, though this
+world should lose a hundred millions yearly. But all the rooms of
+heaven will be ours, for they are family rooms; and as no room in your
+house is too good for your children, so all the rooms of all the
+palaces of the heavenly Jerusalem will be free to God's children and
+even the throne-room will not be denied, and you may run up the steps
+of the throne, and put your hand on the side of the throne, and sit
+down beside the king according to the promise: "To him that overcometh
+will I grant to sit with me in my throne."
+
+But you can not go in except as conquerors. Many years ago the Turks
+and Christians were in battle, and the Christians were defeated, and
+with their commander Stephen fled toward a fortress where the mother
+of this commander was staying. When she saw her son and his army in
+disgraceful retreat, she had the gates of the fortress rolled shut,
+and then from the top of the battlement cried out to her son, "You can
+not enter here except as conqueror!" Then Stephen rallied his forces
+and resumed the battle and gained the day, twenty thousand driving
+back two hundred thousand. For those who are defeated in the battle
+with sin and death and hell nothing but shame and contempt; but for
+those who gain the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ the gates of
+the New Jerusalem will hoist, and there shall be an abundant entrance
+into the everlasting kingdom of our Lord, toward which you do well to
+keep your windows open.
+
+
+
+
+STORMED AND TAKEN.
+
+ "And Abimelech gat him up to Mount Zalmon, he and all the
+ people that were with him, and Abimelech took an ax in his
+ hand, and cut down a bough from the trees, and took it, and
+ laid it on his shoulder.... And all the people likewise cut
+ down every man his bough, and followed Abimelech, and put them
+ to the hold, and set the hold on fire upon them; so that all
+ the men of the tower of Shechem died also, about a thousand
+ men and women."--JUDGES ix: 48, 49.
+
+
+Abimelech is a name malodorous in Bible history, and yet full of
+profitable suggestion. Buoys are black and uncomely, but they tell
+where the rocks are. The snake's rattle is hideous, but it gives
+timely warning. From the piazza of my summer home, night by night I
+saw a lighthouse fifteen miles away, not placed there for adornment,
+but to tell mariners to stand off from that dangerous point. So all
+the iron-bound coast of moral danger is marked with Saul, and Herod,
+and Rehoboam, and Jezebel, and Abimelech. These bad people are
+mentioned in the Bible, not only as warnings, but because there were
+sometimes flashes of good conduct in their lives worthy of imitation.
+God sometimes drives a very straight nail with a very poor hammer.
+
+The city of Shechem had to be taken, and Abimelech and his men were to
+do it. I see the dust rolling up from their excited march. I hear the
+shouting of the captains and the yell of the besiegers. The swords
+clack sharply on the parrying shields, and the vociferation of two
+armies in death-grapple is horrible to hear. The battle goes on all
+day, and as the sun is setting Abimelech and his army cry "Surrender!"
+to the beaten foe. And, unable longer to resist, the city of Shechem
+falls; and there are pools of blood, and dissevered limbs, and glazed
+eyes looking up beggingly for mercy that war never shows, and dying
+soldiers with their head on the lap of mother, or wife, or sister, who
+have come out for the last offices of kindness and affection: and a
+groan rolls across the city, stopping not, because there is no spot
+for it to rest, so full is the place of other groans. A city wounded!
+A city dying! A city dead! Wail for Shechem, all ye who know the
+horrors of a sacked town!
+
+As I look over the city I can find only one building standing, and
+that is the temple of the god Berith. Some soldiers outside of the
+city, in a tower, finding that they can no longer defend Shechem, now
+begin to look out for their own personal safety, and they fly to this
+temple of Berith. They get within the door, shut it, and they say,
+"Now we are safe. Abimelech has taken the whole city, but he can not
+take this temple of Berith. Here we shall be under the protection of
+the gods." Oh, Berith, the god! do your best now for these refugees.
+If you have eyes, pity them. If you have hands, help them. If you have
+thunderbolts, strike for them.
+
+But how shall Abimelech and his army take this temple of Berith and
+the men who are there fortified? Will they do it with sword? Nay.
+Will they do it with spear? Nay. With battering-ram, rolled up by
+hundred-armed strength, crashing against the walls? Nay. Abimelech
+marches his men to a wood in Zalmon. With his ax he hews off a limb of
+a tree, and puts that limb upon his own shoulder, and then he says to
+his men, "You do the same." They are obedient to their commander.
+
+Oh, what a strange army, with what strange equipment! They come to the
+foot of the temple of Berith, and Abimelech takes his limb of a tree
+and throws it down; and the first platoon of soldiers come up and they
+throw down their branches; and the second platoon, and the third,
+until all around about the temple of Berith there is a pile of
+tree-branches. The Shechemites look out from the windows of the temple
+upon what seems to them childish play on the part of their enemies.
+But soon the flints are struck, and the spark begins to kindle the
+brush, and the flame comes up all through the pile, and the red
+elements leap to the casement, and the woodwork begins to blaze, and
+one arm of flame is thrown up on the right side of the temple, and
+another arm of flame is thrown up on the left side of the temple,
+until they clasp their lurid palms under the wild night sky, and the
+cry of "Fire!" within, and "Fire!" without announces the terror, and
+the strangulation, and the doom of the Shechemites, and the complete
+overthrow of the temple of the god Berith. Then there went up a shout,
+long and loud, from the stout lungs and swarthy chests of Abimelech
+and his men, as they stood amid the ashes and the dust, crying:
+"Victory! Victory!"
+
+Now, I learn first from this subject the folly of depending upon any
+one form of tactics in anything we have to do for this world or for
+God. Look over the weaponry of olden times--javelins, battle-axes,
+habergeons--and show me a single weapon with which Abimelech and his
+men could have gained such complete victory. It is no easy thing to
+take a temple thus armed. I saw a house where, during revolutionary
+times, a man and his wife kept back a whole regiment hour after hour,
+because they were inside the house, and the assaulting soldiers were
+outside the house. Yet here Abimelech and his army come up, they
+surround this temple, and they capture it without the loss of a single
+man on the part of Abimelech, although I suppose some of the old
+Israelitish heroes told Abimelech: "You are only going up there to be
+cut to pieces." Yet you are willing to testify to-day that by no other
+mode--certainly not by ordinary modes--could that temple so easily, so
+thoroughly have been taken. Fathers and mothers, brethren and sisters
+in Jesus Christ, what the Church most wants to learn this day is that
+any plan is right, is lawful, is best, which helps to overthrow the
+temple of sin, and capture this world for God. We are very apt to
+stick to the old modes of attack.
+
+We put on the old-style coat of mail. We come up with the sharp, keen,
+glittering steel spear of argument, expecting in that way to take the
+castle, but they have a thousand spears where we have ten. And so the
+castle of sin stands. Oh, my friends, we will never capture this world
+for God by any keen saber of sarcasm, by any glittering lances of
+rhetoric, by any sapping and mining of profound disquisition, by any
+gunpowdery explosions of indignation, by sharp shootings of wit, by
+howitzers of mental strength made to swing shell five miles, by
+cavalry horses gorgeously caparisoned pawing the air. In vain all the
+attempts on the part of these ecclesiastical foot soldiers, light
+horsemen, and grenadiers.
+
+My friends, I propose this morning a different style of tactics. Let
+each one go to the forest of God's promise and invitation, and hew
+down a branch and put it on his shoulder, and let us all come around
+these obstinate iniquities, and then, with this pile, kindled by the
+fires of a holy zeal and the flames of a consecrated life, we will
+burn them out. What steel can not do, fire may. And I, this morning,
+announce myself in favor of any plan of religious attack that
+succeeds--any plan of religious attack, however radical, however odd,
+however unpopular, however hostile to all the conventionalities of
+Church and State. We want more heart in our song, more heart in our
+alms-giving, more heart in our prayers, more heart in our preaching.
+Oh, for less of Abimelech's sword, and more of Abimelech's
+conflagration! I have often heard
+
+ "There is a fountain filled with blood"
+
+sung artistically by four birds perched on their Sunday roost in the
+gallery, until I thought of Jenny Lind, and Nilsson, and Sontag, and
+all the other warblers; but there came not one tear to my eye, nor one
+master emotion to my heart. But one night I went down to the African
+Methodist meeting-house in Philadelphia, and at the close of the
+service a black woman, in the midst of the audience, began to sing
+that hymn, and all the audience joined in, and we were floated some
+three or four miles nearer heaven than I have ever been since. I saw
+with my own eyes that "fountain filled with blood"--red, agonizing,
+sacrificial, redemptive--and I heard the crimson plash of the wave as
+we all went down under it:
+
+ "For sinners plunged beneath that flood
+ Lose all their guilty stains."
+
+Oh, my friends, the Gospel is not a syllogism; It is not casuistry, it
+is not polemics, or the science of squabble. It is blood-red fact; it
+is warm-hearted invitation; it is leaping, bounding, flying good news;
+it is efflorescent with all light; it is rubescent with all glow; it
+is arborescent with all sweet shade. I have seen the sun rise on Mount
+Washington, and from the Tip-top House; but there was no beauty in
+that compared with the day-spring from on high when Christ gives light
+to a soul. I have heard Parepa sing; but there was no music in that
+compared with the voice of Christ when He said: "Thy sins are forgiven
+thee; go in peace." Good news! Let every one cut down a branch of this
+tree of life and wave it. Let him throw it down and kindle it. Let all
+the way from Mount Zalmon to Shechem be filled with the tossing joy.
+Good news! This bonfire of the Gospel shall consume the last temple of
+sin, and will illumine the sky with apocalyptic joy that Jesus Christ
+came into the world to save sinners. Any new plan that makes a man
+quit his sin, and that prostrates a wrong, I am as much in favor of as
+though all the doctors, and the bishops, and the archbishops, and the
+synods, and the academical gownsmen of Christianity sanctioned it. The
+temple of Berith must come down, and I do not care how it comes.
+
+Still further, I learn from this subject the power of example. If
+Abimelech had sat down on the grass and told his men to go and get the
+boughs, and go out to the battle, they would never have gone at all,
+or, if they had, it would have been without any spirit or effective
+result; but when Abimelech goes with his own ax and hews down a
+branch, and with Abimelech's arm puts it on Abimelech's shoulder, and
+marches on--then, my text says, all the people did the same. How
+natural that was! What made Garibaldi and Stonewall Jackson the most
+magnetic commanders of this century? They always rode ahead. Oh, the
+overcoming power of example! Here is a father on the wrong road; all
+his boys go on the wrong road. Here is a father who enlists for
+Christ; his children enlist.
+
+I saw, in some of the picture-galleries of Europe, that before many of
+the great works of the masters--the old masters--there would be
+sometimes four or five artists taking copies of the pictures. These
+copies they were going to carry with them, perhaps to distant lands;
+and I have thought that your life and character are a masterpiece, and
+it is being copied, and long after you are gone it will bloom or blast
+in the homes of those who knew you, and be a Gorgon or a Madonna. Look
+out what you say. Look out what you do. Eternity will hear the echo.
+The best sermon ever preached is a holy life. The best music ever
+chanted is a consistent walk.
+
+I saw, near the beach, a wrecker's machine. It was a cylinder with
+some holes at the side, made for the thrusting in of some long poles
+with strong leverage; and when there is a vessel in trouble or going
+to pieces out in the offing, the wreckers shoot a rope out to the
+suffering men. They grasp it, and the wreckers turn the cylinder, and
+the rope winds around the cylinder, and those who are shipwrecked are
+saved. So at your feet to-day there is an influence with a tremendous
+leverage. The rope attached to it swings far out into the billowy
+future. Your children, your children's children, and all the
+generations that are to follow, will grip that influence and feel the
+long-reaching pull long after the figures on your tombstone are so
+near worn out that the visitor can not tell whether it was in 1885, or
+1775, or 1675 that you died.
+
+Still further, I learn from this subject the advantages of concerted
+action. If Abimelech had merely gone out with a tree-branch the work
+would not have been accomplished, or if ten, twenty, or thirty men had
+gone; but when all the axes are lifted, and all the sharp edges fall,
+and all these men carry each his tree-branch down and throw it about
+the temple, the victory is gained--the temple falls. My friends, where
+there is one man in the Church of God at this day shouldering his
+whole duty there are a great many who never lift an ax or swing a
+blow.
+
+Oh, we all want our boat to get over to the golden sands, but the most
+of us are seated either in the prow or in the stern, wrapped in our
+striped shawl, holding a big-handled sunshade, while others are
+blistered in the heat, and pull until the oar-locks groan, and the
+blades bend till they snap. Oh, religious sleepy-heads, wake up! While
+we have in our church a great many who are toiling for God, there are
+some too lazy to brush the flies off their heavy eyelids.
+
+Suppose, in military circles, on the morning of battle the roll is
+called, and out of a thousand men only a hundred men in the regiment
+answered. What excitement there would be in the camp! What would the
+colonel say? What high talking there would be among the captains, and
+majors, and the adjutants! Suppose word came to head-quarters that
+these delinquents excused themselves on the ground that they had
+overslept themselves, or that the morning was damp and they were
+afraid of getting their feet wet, or that they were busy cooking
+rations. My friends, this is the morning of the day of God Almighty's
+battle! Do you not see the troops? Hear you not all the trumpets of
+heaven and all the drums of hell? Which side are you on? If you are on
+the right side, to what cavalry troop, to what artillery service, to
+what garrison duty do you belong? In other words, in what
+Sabbath-school do you teach? in what prayer-meeting do you exhort? to
+what penitentiary do you declare eternal liberty? to what almshouse do
+you announce the riches of heaven? What broken bone of sorrow have you
+ever set? Are you doing nothing? Is it possible that a man or woman
+sworn to be a follower of the Lord Jesus Christ is doing nothing? Then
+hide the horrible secret from the angels. Keep it away from the book
+of judgment. If you are doing nothing do not let the world find it
+out, lest they charge your religion with being a false-face. Do not
+let your cowardice and treason be heard among the martyrs about the
+throne, lest they forget the sanctity of the place and curse your
+betrayal of that cause for which they agonized and died.
+
+May the eternal God rouse us all to action! As for myself, I feel I
+would be ashamed to die now and enter heaven until I have accomplished
+something more decisive for the Lord that bought me. I would like to
+join with you in an oath, with hand high uplifted to heaven, swearing
+new allegiance to Jesus Christ, and to work more for His kingdom. Are
+you ready to join with me in some new work for Christ? I feel that
+there is such a thing as claustral piety, that there is such a thing
+as insular work; but it seems to me that what we want now is concerted
+action. The temple of Berith is very broad, and it is very high. It
+has been going up by the hands of men and devils, and no human
+enginery can demolish it; but if the fifty thousand ministers of
+Christ in this country should each take a branch of the tree of life,
+and all their congregations should do the same, and we should march on
+and throw these branches around the great temples of sin, and
+worldliness and folly, it would need no match, or coal, or torch of
+ours to touch off the pile; for, as in the days of Elijah, fire would
+fall from heaven and kindle the bonfire of Christian victory over
+demolished sin. It is kindling now! Huzzah! The day is ours!
+
+Still further, I learn from this subject the danger of false refuges.
+As soon as these Shechemites got into the temple they thought they
+were safe. They said: "Berith will take care of us. Abimelech may
+batter down everything else; he can not batter down this temple where
+we are now hid." But very soon they heard the timbers crackling, and
+they were smothered with smoke, and they miserably died. And you and I
+are just as much tempted to false refuges. The mirror this morning may
+have persuaded you that you have a comely cheek; your best friends
+may have persuaded you that you have elegant manners. Satan may have
+told you that you are all right; but bear with me if I tell you that,
+if unpardoned, you are all wrong. I have no clinometer by which to
+measure how steep is the inclined plane you are descending, but I know
+it is very steep. "Well," you say, "if the Bible is true I am a
+sinner. Show me some refuge; I will step right into it."
+
+I suppose every person in this audience this moment is stepping into
+some kind of refuge. Here you step in the tower of good works. You
+say: "I shall be safe here in this refuge." The battlements are
+adorned; the steps are varnished; on the wall are pictures of all the
+suffering you have alleviated, and all the schools you have
+established, and all the fine things you have ever done. Up in that
+tower you feel you are safe. But hear you not the tramp of your
+unpardoned sins all around the tower? They each have a match. They are
+kindling the combustible material. You feel the heat and the
+suffocation. Oh, may you leap in time, the Gospel declaring: "By the
+deeds of the law shall no flesh living be justified."
+
+"Well," you say, "I have been driven out of that tower; where shall I
+go?" Step into this tower of indifference. You say: "If this tower is
+attacked, it will be a great while before it is taken." You feel at
+ease. But there is an Abimelech, with ruthless assaults, coming on.
+Death and his forces are gathering around, and they demand that you
+surrender everything, and they clamor for your immortal overthrow, and
+they throw their skeleton arms in the windows, and with their iron
+fists they beat against the door; and while you are trying to keep
+them out you see the torches of judgment kindling, and every forest is
+a torch, and every mountain a torch, and every sea a torch; and while
+the Alps, the Pyrenees, and Himalayas turn into a live coal, blown
+redder and redder by the whirlwind breath of a God omnipotent, what
+will become of your refuge of lies?
+
+"But," says some one, "you are engaged in a very mean business,
+driving us from tower to tower." Oh, no. I want to tell you of a
+Gibraltar that never has been and never will be taken; of a wall that
+no satanic assault can scale; of a bulwark that the judgment
+earthquakes can not budge. The Bible refers to it when it says: "In
+God is thy refuge, and underneath thee are the everlasting arms." Oh,
+fling yourself into it! Tread down unceremoniously everything that
+intercepts you. Wedge your way there. There are enough hounds of death
+and peril after you to make you hurry. Many a man has perished just
+outside the tower, with his foot on the step, with his hand on the
+latch. Oh, get inside! Not one surplus second have you to spare.
+Quick, quick, quick!
+
+Great God, is life such an uncertain thing? If I bear a little too
+hard with my right foot on the earth, does it break through into the
+grave? Is this world, which swings at the speed of thousands of miles
+an hour around the sun, going with tenfold more speed toward the
+judgment-day? Oh, I am overborne with the thought; and in the
+conclusion I cry to one and I cry to the other: "Oh, time! Oh,
+eternity! Oh, the dead! Oh, the judgment-day! Oh, Jesus! Oh, God!"
+But, catching at the last apostrophe, I feel that I have something to
+hold on to: for "in God is thy refuge, and underneath thee are the
+everlasting arms." And, exhausted with my failure to save myself, I
+throw my whole weight of body, mind, and soul on this divine promise,
+as a weary child throws itself into the arms of its mother; as a
+wounded soldier throws himself on the hospital pillow; as a pursued
+man throws himself into the refuge; for "in God is thy refuge, and
+underneath thee are the everlasting arms." Oh, for a flood of tears
+with which to express the joy of this eternal rescue!
+
+
+
+
+ALL THE WORLD AKIN.
+
+ "And hath made of one blood all nations of men."--ACTS xvii: 26.
+
+
+Some have supposed that God originally made an Asiatic Adam and a
+European Adam and an African Adam and an American Adam, but that
+theory is entirely overthrown by my text, which says that all nations
+are blood relatives, having sprung from one and the same stock. A
+difference in climate makes much of the difference in national temper.
+
+An American goes to Europe and stays there a long while, and finds his
+pulse moderating and his temper becoming more calm. The air on this
+side the ocean is more tonic than on the other side. An American
+breathes more oxygen than a European. A European coming to America
+finds a great change taking place in himself. He walks with more rapid
+strides, and finds his voice becoming keener and shriller. The
+Englishman who walks in London Strand at the rate of three miles the
+hour, coming to America and residing for a long while here, walks
+Broadway at the rate of four miles the hour. Much of the difference
+between an American and a European, between an Asiatic and an African,
+is atmospheric. The lack of the warm sunlight pales the Greenlander.
+The full dash of the sunlight darkens the African.
+
+Then, ignorance or intelligence makes its impression on the physical
+organism--in the one case ignorance flattening the skull, as with the
+Egyptian; in the other case intelligence building up the great dome of
+the forehead, as with the German. Then the style of god that the
+nation worships decides how much it shall be elevated or debased, so
+that those nations that worship reptiles are themselves only a
+superior form of reptile, while those nations that worship the natural
+sun in the heavens are the noblest style of barbaric people. But
+whatever be the difference of physiognomy, and whatever the difference
+of temperament, the physiologist tells us that after careful analysis
+he finds out that the plasma and the disk in the human blood have the
+same characteristics: so that if you should put twenty men from twenty
+nationalities abreast in line of battle, and a bullet should fly
+through the hearts of the twenty men, the blood flowing forth would,
+through analysis, prove itself to be the same blood in every instance.
+In other words, the science of the day confirming the truth of my text
+that "God hath made of one blood all nations of men."
+
+I have thought, my friends, it might be profitable this morning if I
+gave you some of the moral and religious impressions which I received
+when, through your indulgence, I had transatlantic absence. First, I
+observe that the majority of people in all lands are in a mighty
+struggle for bread. While in nearly all lands there are only a few
+cases of actual starvation reported, there is a vast population in
+every country I visited who have a limited supply of food, or such
+food as is incompetent to sustain physical vigor. This struggle in
+some lands is becoming more agonizing, while here and there it is
+lightened. I have joy in reporting that Ireland, about the sufferings
+of which we have heard so much, has far better prospects than I have
+seen there in previous visits. In 1879, coming home from that land, I
+prophesied the famine that must come upon, and did come upon, the
+deluged fields of that country. This year the crops are large, and
+both parties--those who like the English Government and those who
+don't like it--are expecting relief. I said to one of the intelligent
+men of Ireland: "Tell me in a few words what are the sufferings of
+Ireland, and what is the Land Relief enactment?" He replied: "I will
+tell you. Suppose I am a landlord and you a tenant. You rent from me a
+place for ten pounds a year. You improve it. You turn it from a bog
+into a garden. You put a house upon it. After a while I, the landlord,
+come around, and I say to my agent: 'How much rent is this man
+paying;' He answers, 'Ten pounds.' 'Is that all? Put his rent up to
+twenty pounds.' The tenant goes on improving his property, and after
+awhile I come around and I say to my agent, 'How much rent is this man
+paying?' He says, 'Twenty pounds.' 'Put his rent up to twenty-five
+pounds.' The tenant protests and says, 'I can't pay it.' Then I, the
+landlord, say, 'Pay it or get out;' and the tenant is helpless, and,
+leaving the place, the property in its improved condition turns over
+to the landlord. Now, to stop that outrage the Relief Enactment comes
+in and appoints commissioners who shall see that if the tenant is
+turned out, he shall receive the difference of value between the farm
+as he got it and the farm as he surrenders it. Moreover, the
+government loans money to the tenant, so that he may buy the property
+out and out if the landlord will sell." Mighty advancement toward the
+righting of a great wrong! But there and in all lands, not excepting
+our own, there is a far-reaching distress. And let those who broke
+their fast this morning, and those who shall dine to-day, remember
+those who are in want, and by prayer and practical beneficence do all
+they can to alleviate the hunger swoon of nations.
+
+Another impression was--indeed the impression carried with me all the
+summer--the thought already suggested, the brotherhood of man. The
+fact is that the differences are so small between nations that they
+may be said to be all alike. Though I spent the most of the summer in
+silence, I spoke a few times and to people of different nations, and
+how soon I noticed that they were very much alike! If a man knows how
+to play the piano, it does not make any difference whether he finds it
+in New Orleans or San Francisco or Boston or St. Petersburg or Moscow
+or Madras; it has so many keys, and he puts his fingers right on them.
+And the human heart is a divine instrument, with just so many keys in
+all cases, and you strike some of them and there is joy, and you
+strike some of them and there is sorrow. Plied by the same motives,
+lifted up by the same success, depressed by the same griefs. The
+cab-men of London have the same characteristics as the cab-men of New
+York, and are just as modest and retiring. The gold and silver drive
+Piccadilly and the Boulevards just as they drive Wall Street. If there
+be a great political excitement in Europe, the Bourse in Paris howls
+just as loudly as ever did the American gold-room.
+
+The same grief that we saw in our country in 1864 you may find now in
+the military hospitals of England containing the wounded and sick from
+the Egyptian wars. The same widowhood and orphanage that sat down in
+despair after the battles of Shiloh and South Mountain poured their
+grief in the Shannon and the Clyde and the Dee and the Thames. Oh, ye
+men and women who know how to pray, never get up from your knees until
+you have implored God in behalf of the fourteen hundred millions of
+the race just like yourselves, finding life a tremendous struggle! For
+who knows but that as the sun to-day draws up drops of water from the
+Caspian and the Black seas and from the Amazon and the Mississippi,
+after a while to distill the rain, these very drops on the fields--who
+knows but that the sun of righteousness may draw up the tears of your
+sympathy, and then rain them down in distillation of comfort o'er all
+the world?
+
+Who is that poor man, carried on a stretcher to the Afghan ambulance?
+He is your brother. If in the Pantheon at Paris you smite your hand
+against the wall among the tombs of the dead, you will hear a very
+strange echo coming from all parts of the Pantheon just as soon as you
+smite the wall. And I suppose it is so arranged that every stroke of
+sorrow among the tombs of bereavement ought to have loud, long, and
+oft-repeated echoes of sympathy all around the world. Oh, what a
+beautiful theory it is--and it is a Christian theory--that Englishman,
+Scotchman, Irishman, Norwegian, Frenchman, Italian, Russian, are all
+akin. Of one blood all nations. That is a very beautiful inscription
+that I saw a few days ago over the door in Edinburgh, the door of the
+house where John Knox used to live. It is getting somewhat dim now,
+but there is the inscription, fit for the door of any household--"Love
+God above all, and your neighbor as yourself."
+
+I was also impressed in journeying on the other side the sea with the
+difference the Bible makes in countries. The two nations of Europe
+that are the most moral to-day and that have the least crime are
+Scotland and Wales. They have by statistics, as you might find, fewer
+thefts, fewer arsons, fewer murders. What is the reason? A bad book
+can hardly live in Wales. The Bible crowds it out. I was told by one
+of the first literary men in Wales: "There is not a bad book in the
+Welsh language." He said: "Bad books come down from London, but they
+can not live here." It is the Bible that is dominant in Wales. And
+then in Scotland just open your Bible to give out your text, and there
+is a rustling all over the house almost startling to an American. What
+is it? The people opening their Bibles to find the text, looking at
+the context, picking out the referenced passages, seeing whether you
+make right quotation. Scotland and Wales Bible-reading people. That
+accounts for it. A man, a city, a nation that reads God's Word must be
+virtuous. That Book is the foe of all wrong-doing. What makes
+Edinburgh better than Constantinople? The Bible.
+
+Oh, I am afraid in America we are allowing the good book to be covered
+up with other good books! We have our ever-welcome morning and evening
+newspapers, and we have our good books on all subjects--geological
+subjects, botanical subjects, physiological subjects, theological
+subjects--good books, beautiful books, and so many good books that we
+have not time to read the Bible. Oh, my friends, it is not a matter of
+very great importance that you have a family Bible on the center-table
+in your parlor! Better have one pocket New Testament, the passages
+marked, the leaves turned down, the binding worn smooth with much
+usage, than fifty pictorial family Bibles too handsome to read! Oh,
+let us take a whisk-broom and brush the dust off our Bibles! Do you
+want poetry? Go and hear Job describe the war-horse, or David tell how
+the mountains skipped like lambs. Do you want logic? Go and hear Paul
+reason until your brain aches under the spell of his mighty intellect.
+Do you want history? Go and see Moses put into a few pages stupendous
+information which Herodotus, Thucydides, and Prescott never preached
+after. And, above all, if you want to find how a nation struck down by
+sin can rise to happiness and to heaven, read of that blood which can
+wash away the pollution of a world. There is one passage in the Bible
+of vast tonnage: "God so loved the world that He gave His only
+begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but
+have everlasting life." Oh, may God fill this country with Bibles and
+help the people to read them!
+
+I was also impressed in my transatlantic journeys with the wonderful
+power that Christ holds among the nations. The great name in Europe
+to-day is not Victoria, not Marquis of Salisbury, not William the
+Emperor, not Bismarck; the great name in Europe to-day is Christ. You
+find the crucifix on the gate-post, you find it in the hay field, you
+find it at the entrance of the manor, you find it by the side of the
+road.
+
+The greatest pictures in all the galleries of Italy, Germany, France,
+England, and Scotland are Bible pictures. What were the subjects of
+Raphael's great paintings? "The Transfiguration," "The Miraculous
+Draught of Fishes," "The Charge to Peter," "The Holy Family," "The
+Massacre of the Innocents," "Moses at the Burning Bush," "The
+Nativity," "Michael the Archangel," and the four or five exquisite
+"Madonnas." What are Tintoretto's great pictures? "Fall of Adam,"
+"Cain and Abel," "The Plague of the Fiery Serpent," "Paradise," "Agony
+in the Garden," "The Temptation," "The Adoration of the Magi," "The
+Communication," "Baptism," "Massacre of the Innocents," "The Flight
+into Egypt," "The Crucifixion," "The Madonna." What are Titian's great
+pictures? "The Flagellation of Christ," "The Supper at Emmaus," "The
+Death of Abel," "The Assumption," "The Entombment," "Faith," "The
+Madonna." What are Michael Angelo's great pictures? "The
+Annunciation," "The Spirits in Prison," "At the feet of Christ," "The
+Infant Christ," "The Crucifixion," "The Last Judgment." What are Paul
+Veronese's great pictures? "Queen of Sheba," "The Marriage in Cana,"
+"Magdalen Washing the Feet of Christ," "The Holy Family." Who has not
+heard of Da Vinci's "Last Supper"? Who has not heard of Turner's
+"Pools of Solomon"? Who has not heard of Claude's "Marriage of Isaac
+and Rebecca"? Who has not heard of Duerer's "Dragon of the
+Apocalypse"? The mightiest picture on this planet is Rubens'
+"Scourging of Christ." Painter's pencil loves to sketch the face of
+Christ. Sculptor's chisel loves to present the form of Christ. Organs
+love to roll forth the sorrows of Christ.
+
+The first time you go to London go into the Dore picture gallery. As I
+went and sat down before "Christ Descending the Steps of the
+Praetorium," at the first I was disappointed. I said: "There isn't
+enough majesty in that countenance, not enough tenderness in that
+eye;" but as I sat and looked at the picture it grew upon me until I
+was overwhelmed with its power, and I staggered with emotion as I went
+out into the fresh air, and said; "Oh, for that Christ I must live,
+and for that Christ I must be willing to die!" Make that Christ your
+personal friend, my sister, my brother. You may never go to Milan to
+see Da Vinci's "Last Supper;" but, better than that, you can have
+Christ come and sup with you. You may never get to Antwerp to see
+Rubens' "Descent of Christ from the Cross," but you can have Christ
+come down from the mountain of His suffering into your heart and abide
+there forever. Oh, you must have Him! We are all so diseased with sin
+that we want that which hurts us, and we won't have that which cures
+us. The best thing for you and for me to do to-day is to get down on
+our bended knees before God and say: "Oh, Almighty Son of God, I am
+blind! I want to see. My arms are palsied. I want to take hold of thy
+cross. Have mercy on me, O Lord Jesus!" Why will you live on husks
+when you may sit down to this white bread of heaven? Oh, with such a
+God, and with such a Christ, and with such a Holy Spirit, and with
+such an immortal nature, wake up!
+
+Once more, I was impressed greatly on the other side the sea with the
+wonderful triumphs of the Christian religion. The tide is rising, the
+tide of moral and spiritual prosperity in the world. I think that any
+man who keeps his eyes open, traveling in foreign lands, will come to
+that conclusion. More Bibles than ever before, more churches, more
+consecrated men and women, more people ready to be martyrs now than
+ever before, if need be; so that instead of there being, as people
+sometimes say, less spirit of martyrdom now than ever before, I
+believe where there was once one martyr there would be a thousand
+martyrs if the fires were kindled--men ready to go through flood and
+fire for Christ's sake. Oh, the signs are promising! The world is on
+the way to millennial brightness. All art, all invention, all
+literature, all commerce will be the Lord's.
+
+These ships that you see going up and down New York harbor are to be
+brought into the service of God. All those ships I saw at Liverpool,
+at Southampton, at Glasgow, are to be brought into the service of
+Christ. What is that passage, "Ships of Tarshish shall bring
+presents"? That is what it means. Oh, what a goodly fleet when the
+vessels of the sea come into the service of God! No guns frowning
+through the port-holes, no pikes hung in the gangway, nothing from
+cut-water to taffrail to suggest atrocity. Those ships will come from
+all parts of the seas. Great flocks of ships that never met on the
+high sea but in wrath, will cry, "Ship ahoy!" and drop down beside
+each other in calmness, the flags of Emmanuel streaming from the
+top-gallants. The old slaver, with decks scrubbed and washed and
+glistened and burnished--the old slaver will wheel into line; and the
+Chinese junk and the Venetian gondola, and the miners' and the
+pirates' corvette, will fall into line, equipped, readorned,
+beautified, only the small craft of this grand flotilla which shall
+float out for the truth--a flotilla mightier than the armada of Xerxes
+moving in the pomp and pride of Persian insolence; mightier than the
+Carthaginian navy rushing with forty thousand oarsmen upon the Roman
+galleys, the life of nations dashed out against the gunwales.
+
+Rise, O sea! and shine, O heavens! to greet this squadron of light and
+victory! On the glistening decks are the feet of them that bring good
+tidings, and songs of heaven float among the rigging. Crowd on all the
+canvas. Line-of-battle ship and merchantmen wheel into the way. It is
+noon. Strike eight bells. From all the squadron the sailors' songs
+arise. "Surely the isles shall wait for thee, and the ships of
+Tarshish to bring thy sons from afar, their silver and their gold with
+them, to the name of the Lord thy God, and the Holy One of Israel."
+
+
+
+
+A MOMENTOUS QUEST.
+
+ "Seek ye the Lord while he may be found."--ISA. lv: 6.
+
+
+Isaiah stands head and shoulders above the other Old Testament authors
+in vivid descriptiveness of Christ. Other prophets give an outline of
+our Saviour's features. Some of them present, as it were, the side
+face of Christ; others a bust of Christ; but Isaiah gives us the
+full-length portrait of Christ. Other Scripture writers excel in some
+things. Ezekiel more weird, David more pathetic, Solomon more
+epigrammatic, Habakkuk more sublime; but when you want to see Christ
+coming out from the gates of prophecy in all His grandeur and glory,
+you involuntarily turn to Isaiah. So that if the prophecies in regard
+to Christ might be called the "Oratorio of the Messiah," the writing
+of Isaiah is the "Hallelujah Chorus," where all the batons wave and
+all the trumpets come in. Isaiah was not a man picked up out of
+insignificance by inspiration. He was known and honored. Josephus, and
+Philo, and Sirach extolled him in their writings. What Paul was among
+the apostles, Isaiah was among the prophets.
+
+My text finds him standing on a mountain of inspiration, looking out
+into the future, beholding Christ advancing and anxious that all men
+might know Him; his voice rings down the ages: "Seek ye the Lord while
+He may be found." "Oh," says some one: "that was for olden times."
+No, my hearer. If you have traveled in other lands you have taken a
+circular letter of credit from some banking-house in New York, and in
+St. Petersburg, or Venice, or Rome, or Antwerp, or Brussels, or Paris;
+you presented that letter and got financial help immediately. And I
+want you to understand that the text, instead of being appropriate for
+one age, or for one land, is a circular letter for all ages and for
+all lands, and wherever it is presented for help, the help comes:
+"Seek ye the Lord while He may be found."
+
+I come, to-day, with no hair-spun theories of religion, with no nice
+distinctions, with no elaborate disquisition; but with a plain talk on
+the matters of personal religion. I feel that the sermon I preach this
+morning will be the savor of life unto life, or of death unto death.
+In other words, the Gospel of Christ is a powerful medicine: it either
+kills or cures. There are those who say: "I would like to become a
+Christian, I have been waiting a good while for the right kind of
+influences to come;" and still you are waiting. You are wiser in
+worldly things than you are in religious things. If you want to get to
+Albany, you go to the Grand Central Depot, or to the steam-boat wharf,
+and, having got your ticket, you do not sit down on the wharf or sit
+in the depot; you get aboard the boat or train. And yet there are men
+who say they are waiting to get to heaven--waiting, waiting, but not
+with intelligent waiting, or they would get on board the line of
+Christian influences that would bear them into the kingdom of God.
+
+Now you know very well that to seek a thing is to search for it with
+earnest endeavor. If you want to see a certain man in New York, and
+there is a matter of $10,000 connected with your seeing him, and you
+can not at first find him, you do not give up the search. You look in
+the directory, but can not find the name; you go in circles where you
+think, perhaps, he may mingle, and, having found the part of the city
+where he lives, but perhaps not knowing the street, you go through
+street after street, and from block to block, and you keep on
+searching for weeks and for months.
+
+You say: "It is a matter of $10,000 whether I see him or not." Oh,
+that men were as persistent in seeking for Christ! Had you one half
+that persistence you would long ago have found Him who is the joy of
+the forgiven spirit. We may pay our debts, we may attend church, we
+may relieve the poor, we may be public benefactors, and yet all our
+life disobey the text, never seek God, never gain heaven. Oh, that the
+Spirit of God would help this morning while I try to show you, in
+carrying out the idea of my text, first, how to seek the Lord, and in
+the next place, when to seek Him. "Seek ye the Lord while He may be
+found."
+
+I remark, in the first place, you are to seek the Lord through earnest
+and believing prayer. God is not an autocrat or a despot seated on a
+throne, with His arms resting on brazen lions, and a sentinel pacing
+up and down at the foot of the throne. God is a father seated in a
+bower, waiting for His children to come and climb on His knee, and get
+His kiss and His benediction. Prayer is the cup with which we go to
+the "fountain of living water," and dip up refreshment for our
+thirsty soul. Grace does not come to the heart as we set a cask at the
+corner of the house to catch the rain in the shower. It is a pulley
+fastened to the throne of God, which we pull, bringing the blessing.
+
+I do not care so much what posture you take in prayer, nor how large
+an amount of voice you use. You might get down on your face before
+God, if you did not pray right inwardly, and there would be no
+response. You might cry at the top of your voice, and unless you had a
+believing spirit within, your cry would not go further up than the
+shout of a plow-boy to his oxen. Prayer must be believing, earnest,
+loving. You are in your house some summer day, and a shower comes up,
+and a bird, affrighted, darts into the window, and wheels about the
+room. You seize it. You smooth its ruffled plumage. You feel its
+fluttering heart. You say, "Poor thing, poor thing!" Now, a prayer
+goes out of the storm of this world into the window of God's mercy,
+and He catches it, and He feels its fluttering pulse, and He puts it
+in His own bosom of affection and safety. Prayer is a warm, ardent,
+pulsating exercise. It is the electric battery which, touched, thrills
+to the throne of God! It is the diving-bell in which we go down into
+the depths of God's mercy and bring up "pearls of great price." There
+was an instance where prayer made the waves of the Gennesaret solid as
+Russ pavement. Oh, how many wonderful things prayer has accomplished!
+Have you ever tried it? In the days when the Scotch Covenanters were
+persecuted, and the enemies were after them, one of the head men
+among the Covenanters prayed: "Oh, Lord, we be as dead men unless Thou
+shalt help us! Oh, Lord, throw the lap of Thy cloak over these poor
+things!" And instantly a Scotch mist enveloped and hid the persecuted
+from their persecutors--the promise literally fulfilled: "While they
+are yet speaking I will hear."
+
+Oh, impenitent soul, have you ever tried the power of prayer? God
+says: "He is loving, and faithful, and patient." Do you believe that?
+You are told that Christ came to save sinners. Do you believe that?
+You are told that all you have to do to get the pardon of the Gospel
+is to ask for it. Do you believe that? Then come to Him and say: "Oh,
+Lord! I know Thou canst not lie. Thou hast told me to come for pardon,
+and I could get it. I come, Lord. Keep Thy promise, and liberate my
+captive soul."
+
+Oh, that you might have an altar in the parlor, in the kitchen, in the
+store, in the barn, for Christ will be willing to come again to the
+manger to hear prayer. He would come in your place of business, as He
+confronted Matthew, the tax commissioner. If a measure should come
+before Congress that you thought would ruin the nation, how you would
+send in petitions and remonstrances! And yet there has been enough sin
+in your heart to ruin it forever, and you have never remonstrated or
+petitioned against it. If your physical health failed, and you had the
+means, you would go and spend the summer in Germany, and the winter in
+Italy, and you would think it a very cheap outlay if you had to go all
+round the earth to get back your physical health. Have you made any
+effort, any expenditure, any exertion for your immortal and spiritual
+health? No, you have not taken one step.
+
+O that you might now begin to seek after God with earnest prayer. Some
+of you have been working for years and years for the support of your
+families. Have you given one half day to the working out of your
+salvation with fear and trembling? You came here this morning with an
+earnest purpose, I take it, as I have come hither with an earnest
+purpose, and we meet face to face, and I tell you, first of all, if
+you want to find the Lord, you must pray, and pray, and pray.
+
+I remark again, you must seek the Lord through Bible study. The Bible
+is the newest book in the world. "Oh," you say, "it was made hundreds
+of years ago, and the learned men of King James translated it hundreds
+of years ago." I confute that idea by telling you it is not five
+minutes old, when God, by His blessed Spirit, retranslates it into the
+heart. If you will, in the seeking of the way of life through
+Scripture study, implore God's light to fall upon the page, you will
+find that these promises are not one second old, and that they drop
+straight from the throne of God into your heart.
+
+There are many people to whom the Bible does not amount to much. If
+they merely look at the outside beauty, why it will no more lead them
+to Christ than Washington's farewell address or the Koran of Mohammed
+or the Shaster of the Hindoos. It is the inward light of God's Word
+you must get or die. I went up to the church of the Madeleine, in
+Paris, and looked at the doors which were the most wonderfully
+constructed I ever saw, and I could have stayed there for a whole
+week; but I had only a little time, so, having glanced at the
+wonderful carving on the doors, I passed in and looked at the radiant
+altars, and the sculptured dome. Alas, that so many stop at the
+outside door of God's Holy Word, looking at the rhetorical beauties,
+instead of going in and looking at the altars of sacrifice and the
+dome of God's mercy and salvation that hovers over penitent and
+believing souls!
+
+O my friends! if you merely want to study the laws of language, do not
+go to the Bible. It was not made for that. Take "Howe's Elements of
+Criticism"--it will be better than the Bible for that. If you want to
+study metaphysics, better than the Bible will be the writings of
+William Hamilton. But if you want to know how to have sin pardoned,
+and at last to gain the blessedness of Heaven, search the Scriptures,
+"for in them ye have eternal life."
+
+When people are anxious about their souls--and there are some such
+here to-day--there are those who recommend good books. That is all
+right. But I want to tell you that the Bible is the best book under
+such circumstances. Baxter wrote "A Call to the Unconverted," but the
+Bible is the best call to the unconverted. Philip Doddridge wrote "The
+Rise and Progress of Religion in the Soul," but the Bible is the best
+rise and progress. John Angell James wrote "Advice to the Anxious
+Inquirer," but the Bible is the best advice to the anxious inquirer.
+
+O, the Bible is the very book you need, anxious and inquiring soul! A
+dying soldier said to his mate: "Comrade, give me a drop!" The comrade
+shook up the canteen, and said: "There isn't a drop of water in the
+canteen." "Oh," said the dying soldier, "that's not what I want; feel
+in my knapsack for my Bible," and his comrade found the Bible, and
+read him a few of the gracious promises, and the dying soldier said:
+"Ah, that's what I want. There isn't anything like the Bible for a
+dying soldier, is there, my comrade?" O blessed book while we live!
+Blessed book when we die!
+
+I remark, again, we must seek God through church ordinances. "What,"
+say you, "can't a man be saved without going to church?" I reply,
+there are men, I suppose, in glory, who have never seen a church: but
+the church is the ordained means by which we are to be brought to God;
+and if truth affects us when we are alone, it affects us more mightily
+when we are in the assembly--the feelings of others emphasizing our
+own feelings. The great law of sympathy comes into play, and a truth
+that would take hold only with the grasp of a sick man, beats mightily
+against the soul with a thousand heart-throbs.
+
+When you come into the religious circle, come only with one notion,
+and only for one purpose--to find the way to Christ. When I see people
+critical about sermons, and critical about tones of voice, and
+critical about sermonic delivery, they make me think of a man in
+prison. He is condemned to death, but an officer of the government
+brings a pardon and puts it through the wicket of the prison, and
+says: "Here is your pardon. Come and get it." "What! Do you expect me
+to take that pardon offered with such a voice as you have, with such
+an awkward manner as you have? I would rather die than so compromise
+my rhetorical notions!" Ah, the man does not say that; he takes it! It
+is his life. He does not care how it is handed to him. And if, this
+morning, that pardon from the throne of God is offered to our souls,
+should we not seize it, regardless of all criticism, feeling that it
+is a matter of heaven or hell?
+
+But I come now to the last part of my text. It tells us when we are to
+seek the Lord. "While He may be found." When is that? Old age? You may
+not see old age. To-morrow? You may not see to-morrow. To-night? You
+may not see to-night. Now! O if I could only write on every heart in
+three capital letters, that word N-O-W--Now!
+
+Sin is an awful disease. I hear people say with a toss of the head and
+with a trivial manner: "Oh, yes, I'm a sinner." Sin is an awful
+disease. It is leprosy. It is dropsy. It is consumption. It is all
+moral disorders in one. Now you know there is a crisis in a disease.
+Perhaps you have had some illustration of it in your family. Sometimes
+the physician has called, and he has looked at the patient and said:
+"That case was simple enough; but the crisis has passed. If you had
+called me yesterday, or this morning, I could have cured the patient.
+It is too late now; the crisis has passed." Just so it is in the
+spiritual treatment of the soul--there is a crisis. Before that, life!
+After that, death! O my dear brother, as you love your soul do not let
+the crisis pass unattended to!
+
+There are some here who can remember instances in life when, if they
+had bought a certain property, they would have become very rich. A few
+acres that would have cost them almost nothing were offered them.
+They refused them. Afterward a large village or city sprung up on
+those acres of ground, and they see what a mistake they made in not
+buying the property. There was an opportunity of getting it. It never
+came back again. And so it is in regard to a man's spiritual and
+eternal fortune. There is a chance; if you let that go, perhaps it
+never comes back. Certainly, that one never comes back.
+
+A gentleman told me that at the battle of Gettysburg he stood upon a
+height looking off upon the conflicting armies. He said it was the
+most exciting moment of his life; now one army seeming to triumph, and
+now the other. After awhile the host wheeled in such a way that he
+knew in five minutes the whole question would be decided. He said the
+emotion was almost unbearable. There is just such a time to-day with
+you, O impenitent soul!--the forces of light on the one side, and the
+siege-guns of hell on the other side, and in a few moments the matter
+will be settled for eternity.
+
+There is a time which mercy has set for leaving port. If you are on
+board before that, you will get a passage for heaven. If you are not
+on board, you miss your passage for heaven. As in law courts a case is
+sometimes adjourned from term to term, and from year to year till the
+bill of costs eats up the entire estate, so there are men who are
+adjourning the matter of religion from time to time, and from year to
+year, until heavenly bliss is the bill of costs the man will have to
+pay for it.
+
+Why defer this matter, oh, my dear hearer? Have you any idea that sin
+will wear out? that it will evaporate? that it will relax its grasp?
+that you may find religion as a man accidentally finds a lost
+pocket-book? Ah, no! No man ever became a Christian by accident, or by
+the relaxing of sin. The embarrassments are all the time increasing.
+The hosts of darkness are recruiting, and the longer you postpone this
+matter the steeper the path will become. I ask those men who are
+before me this morning, whether, in the ten or fifteen years they have
+passed in the postponement of these matters, they have come any nearer
+God or heaven?
+
+I would not be afraid to challenge this whole audience, so far as they
+may not have found the peace of the Gospel, in regard to the matter.
+Your hearts, you are willing frankly to tell me, are becoming harder
+and harder, and that if you come to Christ it will be more of an
+undertaking now than it ever would have been before. Oh, fly for
+refuge! The avenger of blood is on the track! The throne of judgment
+will soon be set; and, if you have anything to do toward your eternal
+salvation, you had better do it now, for the redemption of your soul
+is precious, and it ceaseth forever!
+
+Oh, if men could only catch just one glimpse of Christ, I know they
+would love Him! Your heart leaps at the sight of a glorious sunrise or
+sunset. Can you be without emotion as the Sun of Righteousness rises
+behind Calvary, and sets behind Joseph's sepulcher? He is a blessed
+Saviour! Every nation has its type of beauty. There is German beauty,
+and Swiss beauty, and Italian beauty, and English beauty; but I care
+not in what land a man first looks at Christ, he pronounces Him "chief
+among ten thousand, and the One altogether lovely." O my blessed
+Jesus! Light in darkness! The Rock on which I build! The Captain of
+Salvation! My joy! My strength! How strange it is that men can not
+love Thee!
+
+The diamond districts of Brazil are carefully guarded, and a man does
+not get in there except by a pass from the government; but the love of
+Christ is a diamond district we may all enter, and pick up treasures
+for eternity. Oh, cry for mercy! "To-day, if ye will hear His voice,
+harden not your hearts." There is a way of opposing the mercy of God
+too long, and then there remaineth no more sacrifice for sin, but a
+fearful looking for judgment and fiery indignation, which shall devour
+the adversary. My friends, my neighbors, what can I say to induce you
+to attend to this matter--to attend to it now? Time is flying,
+flying--the city clock joining my voice this moment, seeming to say to
+you, "Now is the time! Now is the time!" Oh, put it not off!
+
+Why should I stand here and plead, and you sit there? It is your
+immortal soul. It is a soul that shall never die. It is a soul that
+must soon appear before God for review. Why throw away your chance for
+heaven? Why plunge off into darkness when all the gates of glory are
+open? Why become a castaway from God when you can sit upon the throne?
+Why will ye die miserably when eternal life is offered you, and it
+will cost you nothing but just willingness to accept it? "Come, for
+all things are now ready." Come, Christ is ready, pardon is ready! The
+Church is ready. Heaven is ready. You will never find a more
+convenient season, if you should live fifty years more, than this
+very one. Reject this, and you may die in your sins. Why do I say
+this? Is it to frighten your soul? Oh, no! It is to persuade you. I
+show you the peril. I show you the escape. Would I not be a coward
+beyond all excuse, if, believing that this great audience must soon be
+launched into the eternal world, and that all who believe in Christ
+shall be saved, and that all who reject Christ will be lost--would I
+not be the veriest coward on earth to hide that truth or to stand
+before you with a cold, or even a placid manner? My dear brethren, now
+is the day of your redemption.
+
+It is very certain that you and I must soon appear before God in
+judgment. We can not escape it. The Bible says: "Every eye shall see
+Him, and they also which pierced Him, and all the kindreds of the
+earth shall wail because of Him." On that day all our advantages will
+come up for our glory or for our discomfiture--every prayer, every
+sermon, every exhortatory remark, every reproof, every call of grace;
+and while the heavens are rolling away like a scroll, and the world is
+being destroyed, your destiny and my destiny will be announced. Alas!
+alas! if on that day it is found that we have neglected these matters.
+We may throw them off now. We can not then. We will all be in earnest
+then. But no pardon then. No offer of salvation then. No rescue then.
+Driven away in our wickedness--banished, exiled, forever!
+
+Have you ever imagined what will be the soliloquy of the soul on that
+day unpardoned, as it looks back upon its past life? "Oh," says the
+soul, "I had glorious Sabbaths! There was one Sabbath in autumn when
+I was invited to Christ. There was a Sabbath morning when Jesus stood
+and spread out His arm and invited me to His holy heart. I refused
+Him. I have destroyed myself. I have no one else to blame. Ruin
+complete! Darkness unpitying, deep, eternal! I am lost!
+Notwithstanding all the opportunities I have had of being saved, I am
+lost! O Thou long-suffering Lord God Almighty, I am lost! O day of
+judgment, I am lost! O father, mother, brother, sister, child in
+glory, I am lost!" And then as the tide goes out, your soul goes out
+with it--further from God, further from happiness, and I hear your
+voice fainter, and fainter, and fainter: "Lost! Lost! Lost! Lost!
+Lost!" O ye dying, yet immortal men, "seek the Lord while He may be
+found."
+
+But I want you to take the hint of the text that I have no time to
+dwell on--the hint that there is a time when He can not be found.
+There is a man in New York, eighty years of age, who said to a
+clergyman who came in, "Do you think that a man at eighty years of age
+can get pardoned?" "Oh, yes," said the clergyman. The old man said: "I
+can't; when I was twenty years of age--I am now eighty years--the
+Spirit of God came to my soul, and I felt the importance of attending
+to these things, but I put it off. I rejected God, and since then I
+have had no feeling." "Well," said the minister, "wouldn't you like to
+have me pray with you?" "Yes," replied the old man, "but it will do no
+good. You can pray with me if you like to." The minister knelt down
+and prayed, and commended the man's soul to God. It seemed to have no
+effect upon him. After awhile the last hour of the man's life came,
+and through his delirium a spark of intelligence seemed to flash, and
+with his last breath he said; "I shall never be forgiven!" "O seek the
+Lord while He may be found."
+
+
+
+
+THE GREAT ASSIZE.
+
+DOCTOR TALMAGE'S SERMON, PREACHED AT CORK, IRELAND,
+SUNDAY MORNING, SEPT 6th, 1885.
+
+ "When the Son of Man shall come in His glory, and all the holy
+ angels with Him, then shall He sit upon the throne of His
+ glory: and before Him shall be gathered all nations: and He
+ shall separate them one from another, as a shepherd divideth
+ his sheep from the goats."--MATTHEW xxv: 31, 32.
+
+
+Half-way between Chamouny, Switzerland, and Martigny, I reined in the
+horse on which I was riding, and looked off upon the most wonderful
+natural amphitheater of valley and mountain and rock, and I said to my
+companion, "What an appropriate place this would be for the last
+judgment. Yonder overhanging rock the place for the judgment seat.
+These galleries of surrounding hills occupied by attendant angels.
+This vast valley, sweeping miles this way and miles that, the
+audience-room for all nations." But sacred geography does not point
+out the place. Yet we know that somewhere, some time, somehow, an
+audience will be gathered together stupendous beyond all statistics,
+and just as certainly as you and I make up a part of this audience
+to-day, we will make up a part of that audience on that day.
+
+A common sense of justice in every man's heart demands that there
+shall be some great winding-up day, in which that which is now
+inexplicable shall be explained.
+
+Why did that good man suffer, and that bad man prosper? You say, "I
+don't know, but I must know." Why is that good Christian woman dying
+of what is called a spider cancer, while that daughter of folly sits
+wrapped in luxury, ease, and health? You say, "I don't know, but I
+must know." There are so many wrongs to be righted that if there were
+not some great righting-up day in the presence of all ages, there
+would be an outcry against God from which His glory would never
+recover. If God did not at last try the nations, the nations would try
+Him. We are, therefore, ready for the announcement of the text. The
+world never saw Christ except in disguise. If once when He was on
+earth He had let out His glory, instead of the blind eyes being
+healed, all visions would have been extinguished. No human eye could
+have endured it. And instead of bringing the dead to life, all around
+about him would have been the slain under that overpowering
+effulgence. Disguise of human flesh. Disguise of seamless robe.
+Disguise of sandal. Disguise of voice. From Bethlehem caravansary to
+mausoleum in the rock, a complete disguise.
+
+But on the day of which I speak the Son of Man will come in His glory.
+No hiding of luster. No sheathing of strength. No suppression of
+grandeur. No wrapping out of sight of the Godhead. Any fifty of the
+most brilliant sunsets that you ever saw on land or sea would be dim
+as compared with the cerulean appearance on that day when Christ
+rolls through, and rolls on, and rolls down in His glory. The air will
+be all abloom with His presence, and everything from horizon to
+horizon aflame with His splendor.
+
+Elijah rode up the sky-steep in a chariot, the wheels of whirling fire
+and the horses of galloping fire, and the charioteer drawing reins of
+fire on bits of fire; but Christ will need no such equipage, for the
+law of gravitation will be laid aside, and the natural elements will
+be laid aside, and Christ will descend swiftly enough to make speedy
+arrival, but slowly enough to allow the gaze of millions of
+spectators. In his glory! Glory of form, glory of omnipotence, glory
+of holiness, glory of justice, glory of love. In His glory! An
+unveiled, an uncovered God descending to meet the human race in an
+interview which will be prolonged only for a few hours, and yet which
+shall settle all the past and all the present and all the future, and
+be closed before the end of that day, which will close, not with
+setting sun, but with the destruction of the planet as a snuffers
+takes off the top of a burned wick.
+
+It is a solemn time in a court-room when there is an important case on
+hand, and the judge of the Supreme Court enters, and he sits down, and
+with gavel strikes on the desk commanding bar and jury and witnesses
+and audience into silence. All voices are hushed, all heads are
+uncovered. But how much more impressive when Christ shall take the
+judgment seat on the last day of the last week of the last month of
+the last year of the world's existence, and with gavel of thunder-bolt
+shall smite the mountains, commanding all the land and all the sea
+into silence.
+
+Can you have any doubt about who it is on the seat on the judgment
+day? Better make investigation, to see whether there are any scars
+about Him that reveal His person. Apparel may change. You can not
+always tell by apparel. But scars will tell the story after all else
+fails. I find under His left arm a scar, and on His right hand a scar,
+and on His left hand a scar, and on His right foot a scar, and on His
+left foot a scar. Oh, yes, He is the Son of Man in His glory. Every
+mark of wound now a badge of victory, every ridge showing the fearful
+gash now telling the story of pain and sacrifice which He suffered in
+behalf of the human race.
+
+But what is all that commotion and flutter, and surging to and fro
+above Him and on either side of Him? It is a detailed regiment of
+heaven, a constabulary angelic, sent forth to take part in that scene,
+and to execute the mandates that shall be issued. Ten regiments, a
+hundred regiments, a thousand regiments of angels; for on that day all
+heaven will be emptied of its inhabitants to let them attend the
+scene. All the holy angels. From what a center to what a
+circumference. Widening out and widening out, and higher up and higher
+up. Wings interlocking wings. Galleries of cloud above galleries of
+cloud, all filled with the faces of angels come to listen and come to
+watch, and come to help on that day for which all other days were
+made. Who are those two taller and more conspicuous angels? The one is
+Michael, who is the commander of all those who come out to destroy
+sin. The other is Gabriel, who is announced as commander of all those
+who come forth to help the righteous. Who is that mighty angel near
+the throne? That is the resurrection angel, his lips still aquiver and
+his cheek aflush with the blast that shattered the cemeteries and woke
+the dead. Who is that other great angel, with dark and overshadowing
+brow? That is the one who in one night, by one flap of his wing,
+turned one hundred and eighty-five thousand of Sennacherib's host into
+corpses.
+
+Who are those bright immortals near the throne, their faces partly
+turned toward each other as though about to sing? Oh, they are the
+Bethlehem chanters of the first Christmas night! Who are this other
+group standing so near the throne? They are the Saviour's especial
+bodyguard, which hovered over Him in the wilderness and administered
+to Him in the hour of martyrdom, and heaved away the rock of His
+sarcophagus, and escorted Him upward on Ascension Day, now
+appropriately escorting Him down. Divine glory flanked on both sides
+by angelic radiance.
+
+But now lower your eye from the divine and angelic to the human. The
+entire human race is present. All nations, says my text. Before that
+time the American Republic, the English Government, the French
+Republic, all modern modes of government may be obliterated for
+something better; but all nations, whether dead or alive, will be
+brought up into that assembly. Thebes and Tyre and Babylon and Greece
+and Rome as wide awake in that assembly as though they had never
+slumbered amid the dead nations. Europe, Asia, Africa, North and South
+America, and all the nineteenth century, the eighteenth century, the
+twelfth century, the tenth century, the fourth century--all centuries
+present. Not one being that ever drew the breath of life but will be
+in that assembly.
+
+No other audience a thousandth part as large. No other audience a
+millionth part as large. No human eye could look across it. Wing of
+albatross and falcon and eagle not strong enough to fly over it. A
+congregation, I verily believe, not assembled on any continent,
+because no continent would be large enough to hold it. But, as the
+Bible intimates, in the air. The law of gravitation unanchored, the
+world moved out of its place. As now sometimes on earth a great tent
+is spread for some great convention, so over that great audience of
+the judgment shall be lifted the blue canopy of the sky, and
+underneath it for floor the air made buoyant by the hand of Almighty
+God. An architecture of atmospheric galleries strong enough to hold up
+worlds. Surely the two arms of God's almightiness are two pillars
+strong enough to hold up any auditorium.
+
+But that audience is not to remain in session long. Most audiences on
+earth after an hour or two adjourn. Sometimes in court-rooms an
+audience will tarry four or five hours, but then it adjourns. So this
+audience spoken of in the text will adjourn. My text says, "He will
+separate them one from another as a shepherd divideth the sheep from
+the goats."
+
+"No," says my Universalist friend, "let them all stay together." But
+the text says, "He shall separate them." "No," say the kings of this
+world, "let men have their choice, and if they prefer monarchical
+institutions, let them go together, and if they prefer republican
+institutions, let them go together." "No," say the conventionalities
+of this world, "let all those who moved in what are called high
+circles go together, and all those who on earth moved in low circles
+go together. The rich together, the poor together, the wise together,
+the ignorant together." Ah! no. Do you not notice in that assembly the
+king is without his scepter, and the soldier without his uniform, and
+the bishop without his pontifical ring, and the millionaire without
+his certificates of stock, and the convict without his chain, and the
+beggar without his rags, and the illiterate without his bad
+orthography, and all of us without any distinction of earthly
+inequality? So I take it from that as well as from my text that the
+mere accident of position in this world will do nothing toward
+deciding the questions of that very great day.
+
+"He will separate them as a shepherd divideth the sheep from the
+goats." The sheep, the cleanliest of creatures, here made a symbol of
+those who have all their sins washed away in the fountain of redeeming
+mercy. The goat, one of the filthiest of creatures, here a type of
+those who in the last judgment will be found never to have had any
+divine ablution. Division according to character. Not only character
+outside, but character inside. Character of heart, character of
+choice, character of allegiance, character of affection, character
+inside as well as character outside.
+
+In many cases it will be a complete and immediate reversal of all
+earthly conditions. Some who in this world wore patched apparel will
+take on raiment lustrous as a summer noon. Some who occupied a palace
+will take a dungeon. Division regardless of all earthly caste, and
+some who were down will be up, and some who were up will be down. Oh,
+what a shattering of conventionalities! What an upheaval of all social
+rigidities, what a turning of the wheel of earthly condition, a
+thousand revolutions in a second! Division of all nations, of all
+ages, not by the figure 9, nor the figure 8, nor the figure 7, nor the
+figure 6, nor the figure 5, nor the figure 4; but by the figure 2.
+
+Two! Two characters, two destinies, two estates, two dominions, two
+eternities, a tremendous, an all-comprehensive, an all-decisive, and
+everlasting two!
+
+I sometimes think that the figure of the book that shall be opened
+allows us to forget the thing signified by the symbol. Where is the
+book-binder that could make a volume large enough to contain the names
+of all the people who have ever lived? Besides that, the calling of
+such a roll would take more than fifty years, more than a hundred
+years, and the judgment is to be consummated in less time than passes
+between sunrise and sunset. Ah! my friends, the leaves of that book of
+judgment are not made out of paper, but of memory. One leaf in every
+human heart. You have known persons who were near drowning, but they
+were afterward resuscitated, and they have told you that in the two or
+three minutes between the accident and the resuscitation, all their
+past life flashed before them--all they had ever thought, all they had
+ever done, all they had ever seen, in an instant came to them. The
+memory never loses anything. It is only a folded leaf. It is only a
+closed book.
+
+Though you be an octogenarian, though you be a nonagenarian, all the
+thoughts and acts of your life are in your mind, whether you recall
+them now or not, just as Macaulay's history is in two volumes,
+although the volumes may be closed, and you can not see a word of
+them, and will not until they are opened. As in the case of the
+drowning man, the volume of memory was partly open, or the leaf partly
+unrolled; in the case of the judgment the entire book will be opened,
+so that everything will be displayed from preface to appendix.
+
+You have seen self-registering instruments which recorded how many
+revolutions they had made and what work they had done, so the
+manufacturer could come days after and look at the instrument and find
+just how many revolutions had been made, or how much work had been
+accomplished. So the human mind is a self-registering instrument, and
+it records all its past movements. Now that leaf, that
+all-comprehensive leaf in your mind and mine this moment, the leaf of
+judgment, brought out under the flash of the judgment throne, you can
+easily see how all the past of our lives in an instant will be seen.
+And so great and so resplendent will be the light of that throne that
+not only this leaf in my heart and that leaf in your heart will be
+revealed at a flash, but all the leaves will be opened, and you will
+read not only your own character and your own history, but the
+character and history of others.
+
+In a military encampment the bugle sounded in one way means one thing,
+and sounded in another way it means another thing. Bugle sounded in
+one way means, "Prepare for sudden attack." Bugle sounded in another
+way means, "To your tents, and let all the lights be put out." I have
+to tell you, my brother, that the trumpet of the Old Testament, the
+trumpet that was carried in the armies of olden times, and the trumpet
+on the walls in olden times, in the last great day will give
+significant reverberation. Old, worn-out, and exhausted Time, having
+marched across decades and centuries and ages, will halt, and the sun
+and the moon and the stars will halt with it. The trumpet! the
+trumpet!
+
+Peal the first: Under its power the sea will stretch itself out dead,
+the white foam on the lip, in its crystal sarcophagus, and the
+mountains will stagger and reel and stumble, and fall into the valleys
+never to rise. Under one puff of that last cyclone all the candles of
+the sky will be blown out. The trumpet! the trumpet!
+
+Peal the second: The alabaster halls of the air will be filled with
+those who will throng up from all the cemeteries of all the ages--from
+Greyfriar's Churchyard and Roman Catacomb, from Westminster Abbey and
+from the coral crypts of oceanic cave, and some will rend off the
+bandage of Egyptian mummy, and others will remove from their brow the
+garland of green sea-weed. From the north and the south and the east
+and the west they come. The dead! The trumpet! the trumpet!
+
+Peal the third: Amid surging clouds and the roar of attendant armies
+of heaven, the Lord comes through, and there are lightnings and
+thunder-bolts, and an earthquake, and a hallelujah, and a wailing. The
+trumpet! the trumpet!
+
+Peal the fourth: All the records of human life will be revealed. The
+leaf containing the pardoned sin, the leaf containing the unpardoned
+sin. Some clapping hands with joy, some grinding their teeth with
+rage, and all the forgotten past becomes a vivid present. The trumpet!
+the trumpet!
+
+Peal the last: The audience breaks up. The great trial is ended. The
+high court of heaven adjourns. The audience hie themselves to their
+two termini. They rise, they rise! They sink, they sink! Then the blue
+tent of the sky will be lifted and folded up and put away. Then the
+auditorium of atmospheric galleries will be melted. Then the folded
+wings of attendant angels will be spread for upward flight. The fiery
+throne of judgment will become a dim and a vanishing cloud. The
+conflagration of divine and angelic magnificence will roll back and
+off. The day for which all other days are made has closed, and the
+world has burned down, and the last cinder has gone out, and an angel
+flying on errand from world to world will poise long enough over the
+dead earth to chant the funeral litany as he cries, "Ashes to ashes!"
+
+That judgment leaf in your heart I seize hold of this moment for
+cancellation. In your city halls the great book of mortgages has a
+large margin, so that when the mortgagor has paid the full amount to
+the mortgagee, the officer of the law comes, and he puts down on that
+margin the payment and the cancellation; and though that mortgage
+demanded vast thousands before, now it is null and void. So I have to
+tell you that that leaf in my heart and in your heart, that leaf of
+judgment, that all-comprehensive leaf, has a wide margin for
+cancellation.
+
+There is only one hand in all the universe that can touch that margin.
+That hand this moment lifted to make the record null and void forever.
+It may be a trembling hand, for it is a wounded hand, the nerves were
+cut and the muscles were lacerated. That record on that leaf was made
+in the black ink of condemnation; but if cancellation take place, it
+will be made in the red ink of sacrifice. O judgment-bound brother and
+sister! let Christ this moment bring to that record complete and
+glorious cancellation. This moment, in an outburst of impassioned
+prayer, ask for it. You think it is the fluttering of your heart. Oh,
+no! it is the fluttering of that leaf, that judgment leaf.
+
+I ask you not to take from your iron safe your last will and
+testament, but I ask for something of more importance than that. I ask
+you not to take from your private papers that letter so sacred that
+you have put it away from all human eyesight, but I ask you for
+something of more meaning than that. That leaf, that judgment leaf in
+my heart, that judgment leaf in your heart, which will decide our
+condition after this world shall have five thousand million years been
+swept out the heavens, an extinct planet, and time itself will be so
+long past that on the ocean of eternity it will seem only as now seems
+a ripple on the Atlantic.
+
+When the goats in vile herd start for the barren mountains of death,
+and the sheep in fleeces of snowy whiteness and bleating with joy move
+up the terraced hills to join the lambs already playing in the high
+pastures of celestial altitude, oh, may you and I be close by the
+Shepherd's crook! "When the Son of Man shall come in His glory, and
+all the holy angels with Him, then shall He sit upon the throne of His
+glory; and before Him shall be gathered all nations; and He shall
+separate them one from another, as a shepherd divideth the sheep from
+the goats."
+
+Oh, that leaf, that one leaf in my heart, that one leaf in your heart!
+That leaf of judgment! Oh, those two tremendous words at the last,
+"Come!" "Go!" As though the overhanging heavens were the cup of a
+great bell, and all the stars were welded into a silvery tongue and
+swung from side to side until it struck, "Come!" As though all the
+great guns of eternal disaster were discharged at once, and they
+boomed forth in one resounding cannonade of "Go!" Arithmetical sum in
+simple division. Eternity the dividend. The figure two the divisor.
+Your unalterable destiny the quotient.
+
+
+
+
+THE ROAD TO THE CITY.
+
+ "And an highway shall be there, and a way, and it shall be
+ called the way of holiness; the unclean shall not pass over
+ it; but it shall be for those: the wayfaring men, though
+ fools, shall not err therein. No lion shall be there, nor any
+ ravenous beast shall go up thereon, it shall not be found
+ there; but the redeemed shall walk there; and the ransomed of
+ the Lord shall return, and come to Zion with songs and
+ everlasting joy upon their heads: they shall obtain joy and
+ gladness, and sorrow and sighing shall flee away."--ISAIAH
+ xxxv: 8-10.
+
+
+There are hundreds of people in this house this morning who want to
+find the right road. You sometimes see a person halting at cross
+roads, and you can tell by his looks that he wishes to ask a question
+as to what direction he had better take. And I stand in your presence
+this morning conscious of the fact that there are many of you here who
+realize that there are a thousand wrong roads, but only one right one;
+and I take it for granted that you have come in to ask which one it
+is. Here is one road that opens widely, but I have not much faith in
+it. There are a great many expensive toll-gates scattered all along
+that way. Indeed at every road you must pay in tears, or pay in
+genuflexions, or pay in flagellations. On that road, if you get
+through it at all, you have to pay your own way; and since this
+differs so much from what I have heard in regard to the right way, I
+believe it is the wrong way.
+
+Here is another road. On either side of it are houses of sinful
+entertainment, and invitations to come in, and dine and rest; but,
+from the looks of the people who stand on the piazza I am very certain
+that it is the wrong house and the wrong way. Here is another road. It
+is very beautiful and macadamized. The horses' hoofs clatter and ring,
+and they who ride over it spin along the highway, until suddenly they
+find that the road breaks over an embankment, and they try to halt,
+and they saw the bit in the mouth of the fiery steed, and cry "Ho!
+ho!" But it is too late, and--crash!--they go over the embankment. We
+shall turn, this morning, and see if we can not find a different kind
+of a road.
+
+You have heard of the Appian Way. It was three hundred and fifty miles
+long. It was twenty-four feet wide, and on either side the road was a
+path for foot passengers. It was made out of rocks cut in hexagonal
+shape and fitted together. What a road it must have been! Made of
+smooth, hard rock, three hundred and fifty miles long. No wonder that
+in the construction of it the treasures of a whole empire were
+exhausted. Because of invaders, and the elements, and time--the old
+conqueror who tears up a road as he goes over it--there is nothing
+left of that structure excepting a ruin. But I have this morning to
+tell you of a road built before the Appian Way, and yet it is as good
+as when first constructed. Millions of souls have gone over it.
+Millions more will come.
+
+ "The prophets and apostles, too,
+ Pursued this road while here below;
+ We therefore will, without dismay
+ Still walk in Christ, the good old way."
+
+"An highway shall be there, and a way, and it shall be called the way
+of holiness; the unclean shall not pass over it; but it shall be for
+those: the wayfaring men, though fools, shall not err therein. No lion
+shall be there, nor any ravenous beast shall go up thereon, it shall
+not be found there; but the redeemed shall walk there; and the
+ransomed of the Lord shall return, and come to Zion with songs and
+everlasting joy upon their heads; they shall obtain joy and gladness,
+and sorrow and sighing shall flee away!"
+
+I. First, this road of the text is the King's highway. In the
+diligence you dash over the Bernard pass of the Alps, mile after mile,
+and there is not so much as a pebble to jar the wheels. You go over
+bridges which cross chasms that make you hold your breath; under
+projecting rock; along by dangerous precipices; through tunnels adrip
+with the meltings of the glaciers; and, perhaps for the first time,
+learn the majesty of a road built and supported by government
+authority. Well, my Lord the King decided to build a highway from
+earth to heaven. It should span all the chasms of human wretchedness;
+it should tunnel all the mountains of earthly difficulty; it should be
+wide enough and strong enough to hold fifty thousand millions of the
+human race, if so many of them should ever be born. It should be
+blasted out of the "Rock of Ages," and cemented with the blood of the
+Cross, and be lifted amid the shouting of angels and the execration of
+devils.
+
+The King sent His Son to build that road. He put head and hand and
+heart to it, and, after the road was completed, waved His blistered
+hand over the way, crying, "It is finished!" Napoleon paid fifteen
+million francs for the building of the Simplon Road, that his cannon
+might go over for the devastation of Italy; but our King, at a greater
+expense, has built a road for a different purpose, that the banners of
+heavenly dominion might come down over it, and all the redeemed of
+earth travel up over it.
+
+Being a King's highway, of course it is well built. Bridges splendidly
+arched and buttressed have given way and crushed the passengers who
+attempted to cross them. But Christ, the King, would build no such
+thing as that. The work done, He mounts the chariot of His love, and
+multitudes mount with Him, and He drives on and up the steep of heaven
+amid the plaudits of gazing worlds! The work is done--well
+done--gloriously done--magnificently done.
+
+II. Still further: this road spoken of is a clean road.
+
+Many a fine road has become miry and foul because it has not been
+properly cared for; but my text says the unclean shall not walk on
+this one. Room on either side to throw away your sins. Indeed, if you
+want to carry them along, you are not on the right road. That bridge
+will break, those overhanging rocks will fall, the night will come
+down, leaving you at the mercy of the mountain bandits, and at the
+very next turn of the road you will perish. But if you are really on
+this clean road of which I have been speaking, then you will stop
+ever and anon to wash in the water that stands in the basin of the
+eternal rock. Ay, at almost every step of the journey you will be
+crying out: "Create within me a clean heart!" If you have no such
+aspirations as that, it proves that you have mistaken your way; and if
+you will only look up and see the finger-board above your head, you
+may read upon it the words: "There is a way that seemeth right unto a
+man, but the end thereof is death." Without holiness no man shall see
+the Lord; and if you have any idea that you can carry along your sins,
+your lusts, your worldliness, and yet get to the end of the Christian
+race, you are so awfully mistaken that, in the name of God, this
+morning I shatter the delusion.
+
+III. Still further, the road spoken of is a plain road. "The wayfaring
+men, though fools, shall not err therein." That is, if a man is three
+fourths an idiot, he can find this road just as well as if he were a
+philosopher. The imbecile boy, the laughing-stock of the street, and
+followed by a mob hooting at him, has only just to knock once at the
+gate of heaven, and it swings open: while there has been many a man
+who can lecture about pneumatics, and chemistry, and tell the story of
+Farraday's theory of electrical polarization, and yet has been shut
+out of heaven. There has been many a man who stood in an observatory
+and swept the heavens with his telescope, and yet has not been able to
+see the Morning Star. Many a man has been familiar with all the higher
+branches of mathematics, and yet could not do the simple sum, "What
+shall it profit a man if he gain the whole world and lose his own
+soul?" Many a man has been a fine reader of tragedies and poems, and
+yet could not "read his title clear to mansions in the skies." Many a
+man has botanized across the continent, and yet not know the "Rose of
+Sharon and the Lily of the Valley." But if one shall come in the right
+spirit, crying the way to heaven, he will find it a plain way. The
+pardon is plain. The peace is plain. Everything is plain.
+
+He who tries to get on the road to heaven through the New Testament
+teaching will get on beautifully. He who goes through philosophical
+discussion will not get on at all. Christ says: "Come to Me, and I
+will take all your sins away, and I will take all your troubles away."
+Now what is the use of my discussing it any more? Is not that plain?
+If you wanted to go to Albany, and I pointed you out a highway
+thoroughly laid out, would I be wise in detaining you by a geological
+discussion about the gravel you will pass over, or a physiological
+discussion about the muscles you will have to bring into play? No.
+After this Bible has pointed you the way to heaven, is it wise for me
+to detain you with any discussion about the nature of the human will,
+or whether the atonement is limited or unlimited? There is the
+road--go on it. It is a plain way.
+
+"This is a faithful saying, and worthy of all acceptation, that Christ
+Jesus came into the world to save sinners." And that is you and that
+is me. Any little child here can understand this as well as I can.
+"Unless you become as a little child, you can not see the kingdom of
+God." If you are saved, it will not be as a philosopher, it will be as
+a little child. "Of such is the kingdom of Heaven." Unless you get
+the spirit of little children, you will never come out at their
+glorious destiny.
+
+IV. Still further: this road to heaven is a safe road. Sometimes the
+traveler in those ancient highways would think himself perfectly
+secure, not knowing there was a lion by the way, burying his head deep
+between his paws, and then, when the right moment came, under the
+fearful spring the man's life was gone, and there was a mauled carcass
+by the roadside. But, says my text, "No lion shall be there." I wish I
+could make you feel, this morning, your entire security. I tell you
+plainly that one minute after a man has become a child of God, he is
+as safe as though he had been ten thousand years in heaven. He may
+slip, he may slide, he may stumble; but he can not be destroyed. Kept
+by the power of God, through faith, unto complete salvation.
+Everlastingly safe.
+
+The severest trial to which you can subject a Christian man is to kill
+him, and that is glory. In other words, the worst thing that can
+happen a child of God is heaven. The body is only the old slippers
+that he throws aside just before putting on the sandals of light. His
+soul, you can not hurt it. No fires can consume it. No floods can
+drown it. No devils can capture it.
+
+ "Firm and unmoved are they
+ Who rest their souls on God;
+ Fixed as the ground where David stood,
+ Or where the ark abode."
+
+His soul is safe. His reputation is safe. Everything is safe. "But,"
+you say, "suppose his store burns up?" Why, then, it will be only a
+change of investments from earthly to heavenly securities. "But," you
+say, "suppose his name goes down under the hoof of scorn and
+contempt?" The name will be so much brighter in glory. "Suppose his
+physical health fails?" God will pour into him the floods of
+everlasting health, and it will not make any difference. Earthly
+subtraction is heavenly addition. The tears of earth are the crystals
+of heaven. As they take rags and tatters and put them through the
+paper-mill, and they come out beautiful white sheets of paper, so,
+often, the rags of earthly destitution, under the cylinders of death,
+come out a white scroll upon which shall be written eternal
+emancipation.
+
+There was one passage of Scripture, the force of which I never
+understood until one day at Chamounix, with Mont Blanc on one side,
+and Montanvent on the other, I opened my Bible and read: "As the
+mountains are around about Jerusalem, so the Lord is around about them
+that fear Him." The surroundings were an omnipotent commentary.
+
+ "Though troubles assail, and dangers affright;
+ Though friends should all fail, and foes all unite;
+ Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide,
+ The Scriptures assure us the Lord will provide."
+
+V. Still further: the road spoken of is a pleasant road. God gives a
+bond of indemnity against all evil to every man that treads it. "All
+things work together for good to those who love God." No weapon formed
+against them can prosper. That is the bond, signed, sealed, and
+delivered by the President of the whole universe. What is the use of
+your fretting, O child of God, about food? "Behold the fowls of the
+air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns;
+yet your heavenly Father feedeth them." And will He take care of the
+sparrow, will He take care of the hawk, and let you die? What is the
+use of your fretting about clothes? "Consider the lilies of the field.
+Shall He not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?" What is the
+use worrying for fear something will happen to your home? "He blesseth
+the habitation of the just." What is the use of your fretting lest you
+will be overcome of temptations? "God is faithful, who will not suffer
+you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation
+also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it."
+
+O this King's highway! Trees of life on either side, bending over
+until their branches interlock and drop midway their fruit and shade.
+Houses of entertainment on either side the road for poor pilgrims.
+Tables spread with a feast of good things, and walls adorned with
+apples of gold in pictures of silver. I start out on this King's
+highway, and I find a harper, and I say: "What is your name?" The
+harper makes no response, but leaves me to guess, as, with his eyes
+toward heaven and his hand upon the trembling strings this tune comes
+rippling on the air: "The Lord is my light and my salvation. Whom
+shall I fear? The Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be
+afraid?" I go a little further on the same road and meet a trumpeter
+of heaven, and I say: "Haven't you got some music for a tired
+pilgrim?" And wiping his lip and taking a long breath, he puts his
+mouth to the trumpet and pours forth this strain: "They shall hunger
+no more, neither shall they thirst any more, neither shall the sun
+light on them, nor any heat, for the Lamb which is in the midst of the
+throne shall lead them to living fountains of water, and God shall
+wipe away all tears from their eyes." I go a little distance further
+on the same road, and I meet a maiden of Israel. She has no harp, but
+she has cymbals. They look as if they had rusted from sea-spray; and I
+say to the maiden of Israel: "Have you no song for a tired pilgrim?"
+And like the clang of victors' shields the cymbals clap as Miriam
+begins to discourse: "Sing ye to the Lord, for He hath triumphed
+gloriously; the horse and the rider hath He thrown into the sea." And
+then I see a white-robed group. They come bounding toward me, and I
+say: "Who are they? The happiest, and the brightest, and the fairest
+in all heaven--who are they?" And the answer comes: "These are they
+who came out of great tribulations, and had their robes washed and
+made white with the blood of the Lamb."
+
+I pursue this subject only one step further. What is the terminus? I
+do not care how fine a road you may put me on, I want to know where it
+comes out. My text declares it: "The redeemed of the Lord come to
+Zion." You know what Zion was. That was the King's palace. It was a
+mountain fastness. It was impregnable. And so heaven is the fastness
+of the universe. No howitzer has long enough range to shell those
+towers. Let all the batteries of earth and hell blaze away; they can
+not break in those gates. Gibraltar was taken, Sebastopol was taken,
+Babylon fell; but these walls of heaven shall never surrender either
+to human or Satanic besiegement. The Lord God Almighty is the defense
+of it. Great capital of the universe! Terminus of the King's highway!
+
+Doctor Dick said that, among other things, he thought in heaven we
+should study chemistry, and geometry, and conic sections. Southey
+thought that in heaven he would have the pleasure of seeing Chaucer
+and Shakespeare. Now, Doctor Dick may have his mathematics for all
+eternity, and Southey his Shakespeare. Give me Christ and my old
+friends--that is all the heaven I want, that is heaven enough for me.
+O garden of light, whose leaves never wither, and whose fruits never
+fail! O banquet of God, whose sweetness never palls the taste, and
+whose guests are kings forever! O city of light, whose walls are
+salvation, and whose gates are praise! O palace of rest, where God is
+the monarch and everlasting ages the length of His reign! O song
+louder than the surf-beat of many waters, yet soft as the whisper of
+cherubim!
+
+O my heaven! When my last wound is healed, when the last heart-break
+is ended, when the last tear of earthly sorrow is wiped away, and when
+the redeemed of the Lord shall come to Zion, then let all the harpers
+take down their harps, and all the trumpeters take down their
+trumpets, and all across heaven there be chorus of morning stars,
+chorus of white-robed victors, chorus of martyrs from under the
+throne, chorus of ages, chorus of worlds, and there be but one song
+sung, and but one name spoken, and but one throne honored--that of
+Jesus only.
+
+
+
+
+THE RANSOMLESS.
+
+ "Beware lest He take thee away with His stroke: then a great
+ ransom can not deliver thee."--JOB xxxvi: 18.
+
+
+Trouble makes some men mad. It was so with Job. He had lost his
+property, he had lost his physical health, he had lost his dear
+children, and the losses had led to exasperation instead of any
+spiritual profit. I suppose that he was in the condition that many are
+now in who sit before me. There are those here whose fortunes have
+begun to flap their wings, as though to fly away. There is a hollow
+cough in some of your dwellings. There is a subtraction of comfort and
+happiness, and you feel disgusted with the world, and impatient with
+many events that are transpiring in your history, and you are in the
+condition in which Job was when the words of my text accosted him:
+"Beware lest He take thee away with His stroke and then a ransom can
+not deliver thee."
+
+I propose to show you that sometimes God suddenly removes from us our
+gospel opportunities, and that, when He has done so, our case is
+ransomless. "Beware lest He take thee away with His stroke: then a
+great ransom can not deliver thee."
+
+I. Sometimes the stroke comes in the removal of the intellect.
+
+"Oh," says some man, "as long as I keep my mind I can afford to
+adjourn religion." But suppose you do not keep it? A fever, the
+hurling of a missile, the falling of a brick from a scaffolding, the
+accidental discharge of a gun--and your mind is gone. If you have ever
+been in an anatomical room, and have examined the human brain, you
+know what a delicate organ it is. And can it be possible that our
+eternity is dependent upon the healthy action of that which can be so
+easily destroyed?
+
+"Oh," says some one, "you don't know how strong a mind I have." I
+reply: Losses, accident, bereavement, and sickness may shipwreck the
+best physical or mental condition. There are those who have been ten
+years in lunatic asylums who had as good a mind as you. While they had
+their minds they neglected God, and when their intellect went, with it
+went their last opportunity for heaven. Now they are not responsible
+for what they do, or for what they say; but in the last day they will
+be held responsible for what they did when they were mentally well;
+and if, on that day, a soul should say: "Oh, God, I was demented, and
+I had no responsibility," God will say: "Yes, you were demented; but
+there were long years when you were not demented. That was your chance
+for heaven, and you missed it." Oh, better be, as the Scotch say, a
+little "daft," nevertheless having grace in the heart; better be like
+poor Richard Hampson, the Cornish fool, whose biography has just
+appeared in England--a silly man he was, yet bringing souls to Jesus
+Christ by scores and scores--giving an account of his own conversion,
+when he said: "The mob got after me, and I lost my hat, and climbed
+up by a meat-stand, in order that I might not be trampled under foot,
+and while I was there, my heart got on fire with love toward those who
+were chasing me, and, springing to my feet, I began to exhort and to
+pray." Oh, my God, let me be in the last, last day the Cornish fool,
+rather than have the best intellect God ever created unillumined by
+the Gospel of Jesus Christ!
+
+Consider what an uncertain possession you have in your intellect, when
+there are so many things around to destroy it; and beware, lest before
+you use it in making the religious choice, God takes it away with a
+stroke. I know a good many of my friends who are putting off religion
+until the last hour. They say when they get sick they will attend to
+it, but generally the intellect is beclouded; and oh; what a doleful
+thing it is to stand by a dying bed, and talk to a man about his soul,
+and feel, from what you see of the motion of his head, and the glare
+of his eye, and from what you hear of the jargon of his lips, that he
+does not understand what you are saying to him. I have stood beside
+the death-bed of a man who had lived a sinful life, and was as
+unprepared for eternity as it is possible for a man to be, and I tried
+to make him understand my pastoral errand; but all in vain. He could
+not understand it, and so he died.
+
+Oh! ye who are putting off until the sick hour preparation for
+eternity, let me tell you that in all probability, you will not be
+able in your last hour to attend to it at all. There are a great many
+people who say they will repent on the death-bed.
+
+I have no doubt there are many who have repented on the death-bed, but
+I think it is the exception. Albert Barnes, who was one of the coolest
+of men, and gave no rash statistics, said thus: that in a ministry of
+nearly half a century--he was over seventy when he went up to
+glory--he had known a great many people who said they repented on the
+dying bed, but, unexpectedly to themselves, got well; and he says, How
+many of those, do you suppose, who thought it was their dying bed, and
+who, after they repented on that dying bed, having got well, lived
+consistently, showing that it was real repentance, and not mock
+repentance--how many? not one! not one!
+
+II. Again: this stroke may come to you in the withdrawal of God's
+spirit.
+
+I see people before me who were, twenty years ago, serious about their
+souls. They are not now. They have no interest in what I am saying.
+They will never have any anxiety in what any minister of the Gospel
+says about their souls. Their time seems to have passed. I know a man,
+seventy-five years of age, who, in early life, became almost a
+Christian, but grieved away the spirit of God, and he has never
+thought earnestly since, and he can not be roused. I do not believe he
+will be roused until eternity flashes on his astonished vision.
+
+It does seem as if sometimes, in quite early life, the Holy Spirit
+moves upon a heart, and being grieved away and rejected, never comes
+back. You say that is all imaginary? A letter, the address of which I
+will not give, dated last Monday morning, came to me on Tuesday,
+saying this: "Your sermon last night (that is, last Sabbath night)
+did not fit my case, although I believe it did all others in the
+Academy; but your sermon of a week ago did fit my case, for I am 'past
+feeling.' I am not ashamed to be a Christian. I would as soon be known
+to be a Christian as anything else. Indeed, I wish I was, but I have
+not the least power to become one. Don't you know that with some
+persons there is a tide in their spiritual natures which, if taken at
+the flood, leads on to salvation? Such a tide I felt two years ago. I
+want you to pray for me, not that I may be led to Christ--for that
+prayer would not be answered--but that I may be kept from the
+temptation to suicide!"
+
+What I had to say to the author of that I said in a private letter;
+but what I have to say to this audience is: Beware lest you grieve the
+Holy Ghost, and He be gone, and never return. Next Wednesday, at two
+or three o'clock, a Cunard steamer will put out from Jersey City wharf
+for Liverpool. After it has gone one hour, and the vessel is down by
+the Narrows, or beyond, go out on the Jersey City wharf, and wave your
+hand, and shout, and ask that steamer to come back to the wharf. Will
+it? Yes, sooner than the Holy Ghost will come back when once He has
+taken his final flight from thy soul. With that Holy Spirit some of
+you have been in treaty, my dear friends.
+
+The Holy Spirit said: "Come, come to Christ." You said: "No, I won't."
+The Spirit said, more importunately: "Come to Christ." You said:
+"Well, I will after awhile, when I get my business fixed up; when my
+friends consent to my coming; when they won't laugh at me--then I'll
+come." But the Holy Spirit more emphatically said: "Come now." You
+said: "No, I can't. I can't come now." And that Holy Spirit stands in
+your heart to-night, with His hand on the door of your soul, ready to
+come out. Will you let Him depart? If so, then, with a pen of light,
+dipped in ink of eternal blackness, the sentence may be now writing:
+"Ephraim is joined to his idols. Let him alone! Let him alone!" When
+that fatal record is made, you might as well brace yourselves up
+against the sorrows of the last day, against the anguish of an
+unforgiven death-bed, against the flame and the overthrow of an undone
+eternity; for though you might live thirty years after that in the
+world, your fate would be as certain as though you had already entered
+the gates of darkness. That is the dead line. Look out how you cross
+it!
+
+ "'There is a line by us unseen,
+ That crosses every path;
+ The hidden boundary between
+ God's patience and His wrath.'"
+
+And some of you, to-night, have come up to that line. Ay, you have
+lifted your foot, and when you put it down, it will be on the other
+side! Look out how you cross it! Oh, grieve not the Spirit of God,
+lest He never come back!
+
+III. This fatal stroke spoken of in the text may be our exit from this
+world. I hear aged people sometimes saying: "I can't live much
+longer." But do you know the fact that there are a hundred young
+people and middle-aged people who go out of this life to one aged
+person, for the simple reason that there are not many aged people to
+leave life? The aged seem to stand around like stalks--separate stalks
+of wheat at the corner of the field; but when death goes a-mowing, he
+likes to go down amid the thick of the harvest. What is more to the
+point: a man's going out of this world is never in the way he
+expects--it is never at the time he expects. The moment of leaving
+this world is always a surprise. If you expect to go in the winter, it
+may be in the summer; if in the summer, it may be in the winter; if in
+the night, it maybe in the day-time; if you think to go in the
+day-time, it may be in the night. Suddenly the event will rush upon
+you, and you will be gone. Where? If a Christian--into joy. If not a
+Christian--into suffering.
+
+The Gospel call stops outside of the door of the sepulcher. The
+sleeper within can not hear it. If that call should be sounded out
+with clarion voice louder than ever rang through the air, that sleeper
+could not hear it. I suppose every hour of the day, and now, while I
+am speaking, there are souls rushing into eternity unprepared. They
+slide from the pillow, or they slip from the pavement, and in an
+eye-twinkling they are gone. Elegant and eloquent funeral oration will
+not do them any good. Epitaph, cut on polished Scotch granite, will
+not do them any good. Wailing of beloved kindred can not call them
+back.
+
+But, says some one: "I'll keep out of peril; I will not go on the sea,
+I will not go into battle--I'll keep out of all danger." That is no
+defense. Thousands of people, last night, on their couches, with the
+front door locked, and no armed assassin anywhere around, surrounded
+by all defended circumstances, slipped out of this life into the
+next. If time had been on one side of the shuttle and eternity on the
+other side of the shuttle, they could not have shot quicker across it.
+A man was saying: "My father was lost at sea, and my grandfather, and
+my great-grandfather. Wasn't it strange?" A man, talking to him, said:
+"You ought never to venture on the sea, lest you, yourself, be lost at
+sea." The man turned to the other, and said: "Where did your father
+die?" He replied: "In his bed." "Where did your grandfather die?" "In
+his bed." "Where did your great-grandfather die?" "In his bed."
+"Then," he said, "be careful, lest some night, while you are asleep on
+your couch, your time may come!"
+
+Death alone is sure. Suddenly, you and I will go out of life. I am not
+saying anything to your soul that I am not going to say to my own
+soul. We have got to go suddenly out of this life. If I am prepared
+for that change, I do not care where my body is taken from--at what
+point I am taken out of this life. If I am ready, all is well. If I am
+not ready, though I might be at home, and though my loved ones might
+be standing around me, and though there might be the best surgical and
+medical ability in the room, I tell you, if I were not prepared, I
+would be frightened more than tongue can tell. It may seem like
+cowardice, but I am not ashamed to say that I should have the most
+indescribable horror about going out of this world if I thought I was
+unprepared for the next--if I had no Christ in my soul; for it would
+be a plunge compared with which a leap from the top of Mont Blanc
+would be nothing.
+
+But this brings me to the most tremendous thought of my text. The text
+supposes that a man goes into ruin, and that an effort is made
+afterward for his rescue, and then says the thing can not be done. Is
+that so? After death seizes upon that soul, is there no resurrection?
+If a man topples off the edge of life, is there nothing to break his
+fall? If an impenitent man goes overboard, are there no
+grappling-hooks to hoist him into safety? The text says distinctly:
+"Then a great ransom can not deliver thee."
+
+I know there are people who call themselves "Restorationists," and
+they say a sinful man may go down into the world of the lost; he stays
+there until he gets reformed, and then comes up into the world of
+light and blessedness. It seems to me to be a most unreasonable
+doctrine--as though the world of darkness were a place where a man
+could get reformed. Is there anything in the society of the lost
+world--the abandoned and the wretched of God's universe--to elevate a
+man's character and lift him at last to heaven? Can we go into
+companionship of the Neroes and the Herods, and the Jim Fisks, and
+spend a certain number of years in that lost world, and then by that
+society be purified and lifted up? Is that the kind of society that
+reforms a man and prepares him for heaven? Would you go to Shreveport
+or Memphis, with the yellow fever there, to get your physical health
+restored? Can it be that a man may go down into the diseased world--a
+world overwhelmed by an epidemic of transgressions--and by that
+process, and in that atmosphere, be lifted up to health and glory?
+Your common sense says: "No! no!" In such society as that, instead of
+being restored, you would go down worse and worse, plunging every hour
+into deeper depths of suffering and darkness. What your common sense
+says the Bible reaffirms, when it says: "These shall go away into
+three months of punishment." I have quoted it wrong. "These shall go
+away into ten years of punishment." I have quoted it wrong. "These
+shall go into a thousand years of punishment." I have quoted it wrong.
+"These shall go into _everlasting_ punishment." And now I have quoted
+it right; or, if you prefer, in the words of my text: "Then a great
+ransom can not deliver thee."
+
+Now just suppose that a spirit should come down from heaven and knock
+at the gates of woe and say: "Let that man out! Let me come in and
+suffer in his stead. I will be the sacrifice. Let him come out." The
+grim jailer would reply: "No, you don't know what a place this is, or
+you would not ask to come in; besides that, this man had full warning
+and full opportunity of escape. He did not take the warning, and now a
+great ransom shall not deliver him."
+
+Sometimes men are sentenced to imprisonment for life. There comes
+another judge on the bench, there comes another governor in the chair,
+and in three or four years you find the man who was sentenced for life
+in the street. You say: "I thought you were sentenced for life." "Oh!"
+he says, "politics are changed, and I am now a free man." But it will
+not be so for a soul at the last. There will be no new judge or new
+governor. If at the end of a century a soul might come out, it would
+not be so bad. If at the end of a thousand years it might come out,
+it would not be so bad. If there were any time in all the future, in
+quadrillions and quadrillions of years, that the soul might come out,
+it would not be so bad; but if the Bible be true, it is a state of
+unending duration.
+
+Far on in the ages one lost soul shall cry out to another lost soul:
+"How long have you been here?" and the soul will reply: "The years of
+my ruin are countless. I estimated the time for thousands of years;
+but what is the use of estimating when all these rolling cycles bring
+us no nearer the terminus." Ages! Ages! Ages! Eternity! Eternity!
+Eternity! The wrath to come! The wrath to come! The wrath to come! No
+medicine to cure that marasmus of the soul. No hammer to strike off
+the handcuff of that incarceration. No burglar's key to pick the locks
+which the Lord hath fastened. Sir Francis Newport, in his last moment,
+caught just one glimpse of that world. He had lived a sinful life.
+Before he went into the eternal world he looked into it. The last
+words he ever uttered were, as he gathered himself up on his elbows in
+the bed: "Oh, the insufferable pangs of hell!" The lost soul will cry
+out: "I can not stand this! I can not stand this! Is there no way
+out?" and the echo will answer: "No way out." And the soul will cry:
+"Is this forever?" and the echo will answer: "Forever!"
+
+Is it all true? "These shall go away into everlasting punishment,
+while the righteous go into life eternal." Are there two destinies?
+and must all this audience share one or the other? Shall I give an
+account for what I have told you to-night? Have I held back any truth,
+though it were plain, though it were unpalatable? Must I meet you
+there, oh, you dying but immortal auditory? I wish that my text, with
+all its uplifted hands of warning, could come upon your souls: "Beware
+lest He take thee away with His stroke: then a great ransom can not
+deliver thee."
+
+Glory be to God, there is a ransom that can now deliver you, braver
+than Grace Darling putting out in a life-boat from Eddystone
+Light-house for the rescue of the crew of the Forfarshire
+steamer--Christ the Lord launched from heaven, amid the shouting of
+the angels. Thirty-three years afterward, Christ the Lord launched
+from earth to heaven, amid human and infernal execration; yet staying
+here long enough to save all who will believe in Him. Do you hear
+that? To save all who will believe in Him. Oh, that pierced side! Oh,
+that bleeding brow! Oh, that crushed foot! Oh, that broken heart! That
+is your hope, sinner. That is your ransom from sin, and death, and
+hell.
+
+Why have I told you all these things to-night, plainly and frankly? It
+is because I know there is redemption for you, and I would have you
+now come and get it. Oh, men and women long prayed for, and striven
+with, and coaxed of the mercy of God--have you concentrated all your
+physical, mental, and spiritual energies in one awful determination to
+be lost? Is there nothing in the value of your soul, in the
+graciousness of Christ, in the thunders of the last day, in the
+blazing glories of heaven, and the surging wrath of an undone eternity
+to start you out of your indifference, and make you pray? Oh, must God
+come upon you in some other way? Must He take another darling child
+from your household? Must He take another installment from your
+worldly estate? Must life come upon you with sorrow after sorrow, and
+smite you down with sickness before you will be moved, and before you
+will feel?
+
+Oh, weep now, while Jesus will count the tears! Sigh, now in
+repentance, while Jesus will hear the grief. Now clutch the cross of
+the Son of God before it be swept away. Beware, lest the Holy Spirit
+leave thy heart. Beware, lest this night thy soul be required of thee.
+"Beware, lest he take thee away with His stroke: then a great ransom
+can not deliver thee." Oh, Lord God of Israel, see these impenitent
+souls on the verge of death ready to topple over! See them! Is there
+no help? Is this plea all in vain? I can not believe it, blessed God.
+Oh, thou mighty One, whose garments are red with the wine-press of
+Thine own sufferings, in the greatness of Thy strength ride through
+this audience, and may all this people fall into line, the willing
+captives of Thy grace. Men and women immortal! I lay hold of you
+to-night with both hands of entreaty and of prayer, and I beg of you,
+prepare for death, judgment, and eternity.
+
+
+
+
+THE THREE GROUPS.
+
+ "And they sat down in ranks by hundreds and by fifties."--MARK
+ vi: 40.
+
+
+The sun was far down in the west, night was coming on, and there were
+five thousand people tired, hungry, shelterless. You know how
+Washington felt at Valley Forge, when his army was starving and
+freezing. You may imagine how any great-hearted general would feel
+while his troops were suffering. Imagine, then, how Christ, with His
+great heart, must have felt as He saw these five thousand
+hunger-bitten people. Yes, I suppose there were ten thousand there,
+for the Bible says there were five thousand men, besides women and
+children. The case is put in that way, not because the women and
+children were of less importance than the men, but because they would
+eat less; and the whole force of the miracle turns on the amount of
+food required.
+
+How shall this great multitude be supplied? I see a selfish man in
+that crowd pulling a luncheon out of his own pocket, and saying: "Let
+the people starve. They had no business to come out here in the desert
+without any provisions. They are improvident, and the improvident
+ought to suffer." There is another man, not quite so heartless, who
+says: "Go up into the village and buy bread." What a foolish
+proposition! There is not enough food in all the village for this
+crowd; besides that, who has the money to pay for it? Xerxes' army,
+one million strong, was fed by a private individual of great wealth
+for only one day, but it broke him. Who, then, shall feed this
+multitude?
+
+I see a man rising in that great crowd and asking: "Is there any one
+here who has bread or meat?" A kind of moan goes through the whole
+throng. "No bread--no meat." But just at that time a lad steps up. You
+know when a great crowd goes off upon an excursion, there are always
+men and boys to go along for the purpose of merchandise and to strike
+a bargain: and so, I suppose, this boy had gone along for the purpose
+of merchandise; but he was nearly all sold out, having only five
+loaves and two fishes left. He is a generous boy, and he turns them
+over to Christ.
+
+But these loaves would not feed twenty people, how much less ten
+thousand! Though the action was so generous on the part of the boy, so
+far as satisfying the multitude, it was a dead failure. Then Jesus
+comes to the rescue. He is apt to come when there is a dead lift. He
+commands the people that they sit down "in ranks, by hundreds and by
+fifties," as much as to say: "Order! order! so that none be missed."
+It was fortunate that that arrangement was made; otherwise, at the
+very first appearance of bread, the strong ones would have clutched
+it, while the feeble and the modest would have gone unsupplied.
+
+I suppose it was no easy work to get that crowd seated, for they all
+wanted to be in the front row, lest the bread give out before their
+turn come. No sooner are they seated than there comes a great hush
+over all the people. Jesus stands there, His light complexion and
+auburn locks illumined by the setting sun. Every eye is on Him. They
+wonder what He will do next. He takes one of the loaves that the boy
+furnished and breaks off it a piece, which immediately grows to as
+large a size as the original loaf, the original loaf staying as large
+as it was before the piece was broken off. And they leaned forward
+with intense scrutiny, saying: "Look! look!" When some one, anxious to
+see more minutely what is going on, rises in front, they cry: "Sit
+down in front! Let us look for ourselves."
+
+And then, when the bread is passed around, they taste of it
+skeptically and inquiringly, as much as to say: "Is it bread? Really,
+is it bread?" Yes, the best bread that was ever made, for Christ made
+it. Bread for the first fifty and second fifty. Bread for the first
+hundred and the second hundred. Bread for the first thousand and the
+second thousand. Pass it all around the circle: there, where that aged
+man sits leaning on his staff, and where that woman sits with the
+child in her arms. Pass it all around. Are you all fed? "Ay! ay!"
+respond the ten thousand voices; "all fed." One basket would have held
+the loaves before the miracle; it takes twelve baskets now. Sound it
+through all the ages of earth and heaven, that Christ the Lord comes
+to our suffering race with the bread of this life in one hand, and the
+bread of eternal life in the other hand.
+
+You have all immediately run out the analogy between that scene and
+this. There were thousands there; there are thousands here. They were
+in the desert; many of you are in the desert of trouble and sin. No
+human power could feed them; no human power can feed you. Christ
+appeared to them; Christ appears to you. Bread enough for all in the
+desert; bread enough for all who are here. And, as on that occasion,
+so in this: we have the people "sit down in ranks by hundreds and by
+fifties;" for the fact that many of you stand is no fault of ours, for
+we have tried to give you seats. As Christ divided that company into
+groups, so I divide this audience into three groups: the pardoned, the
+seeking, the careless.
+
+I. And, first, I speak to the pardoned.
+
+It is with some of you half past five in the morning, and some faint
+streaks of light. With others it is seven o'clock, and thus full dawn.
+With others it is twelve o'clock at noon, and you sit in full blaze of
+Gospel pardon. I bring you congratulation. Joseph delivered from
+Potiphar's dungeon; Daniel lifted from the lion's den; Saul arrested
+and unhorsed on the road to Damascus. Oh, you delivered captives, how
+your eyes should gleam, and your souls should bound, and your lips
+should sing in this pardon! From what land did you come? A land of
+darkness. What is to be your destiny? A land of light. Who got you
+out? Christ, the Lord. Can you sit so placidly and unmoved while all
+heaven comes to your soul with congratulation, and harps are strung,
+and crowns are lifted, and a great joy swings round the heavens at the
+news of your disinthrallment? If you could realize out of what a pit
+you have been dug, to what height you are to be raised, and to what
+glory you are destined, you would spring to your feet with "Hosanna!"
+
+In 1808 there was a meeting of the emperors of France and Russia at
+Erfurt. There were distinguished men there also from other lands. It
+was so arranged that when any of the emperors arrived at the door of
+the reception-room, the drum should beat three times; but when a
+lesser dignitary should come, then the drum would sound but twice.
+After awhile the people in the audience-chamber heard two taps of the
+drum. They said: "A prince is coming." But after awhile there were
+three taps, and they cried: "The emperor!" Oh, there is a more
+glorious arrival at your soul to-night! The drum beats twice at the
+coming in of the lesser joys and congratulations of your soul; but it
+beats once, twice, thrice at the coming in of a glorious King--Jesus
+the Saviour, Jesus the God! I congratulate you. All are yours--things
+present and things to come.
+
+II. I come now to speak of the second division--those who are seeking;
+some of you with more earnestness, some of you with less earnestness.
+But I believe that to-night, if I should ask all those who wish to
+find the way to heaven to rise, and the world did not scoff at you,
+and your own proud heart did not keep you down, there would be a
+thousand souls who would cry out as they rose up: "Show me the way to
+heaven!" That young man who smiled to the one next to him, as though
+he cared for none of these things, would be on his knees crying for
+mercy. Why this anxious look? Why this deep disquietude in the soul?
+Why, at the beginning of this service, did you do what you have not
+done for years--bow your head in prayer? You are seeking.
+
+"I am a gambler," says one man. There is mercy for you. "I am a
+libertine," says another. There is mercy for you. "I have plunged into
+every abomination." Mercy for you. The door of grace does not stand
+ajar to-night, nor half swung around on the hinges. It is wide, wide
+open; and there is nothing in the Bible, or in Christ, or God, or
+earth, or heaven, or hell, to keep you out of the door of safety, if
+you want to go in. Christ has borne your burdens, fought your battles,
+suffered for your sins. The debt is paid, and the receipt is handed to
+you, written in the blood of the Son of God--will you have it? Oh,
+decide the matter now! Decide it here! Fling your exhausted soul down
+at the feet of an all-compassionate, all-sympathizing, all-pitying,
+all-pardoning Jesus. The laceration on His brow, the gash in His side,
+the torn muscles and nerves of His feet beg you to come.
+
+But remember that one inch outside the door of pardon, and you are in
+as much peril as though you were a thousand miles away. Many a
+shipwrecked sailor has got almost to the beach, but did not get on it.
+There are thousands in the world of the lost who came very near being
+saved--perhaps as near as you are to-night--but were not saved.
+
+On the eastern coast of England, a few weeks ago, in a
+fishing-village, there was a good deal of excitement. While people
+were in church, the sailors and fishermen hearing the Gospel on the
+Sabbath, there was a cry: "To the beach!" and the minister closed the
+Bible, and with his congregation went out to help, and they saw in the
+offing a ship in trouble; but there was some disorder amid the
+fishing-smacks, and amid all the boats, and it was almost impossible
+to get anything launched. But after awhile they did, and they pulled
+away for the wreck, and came almost up, when suddenly the distressed
+bark in the offing capsized, and they all went down. Oh, if the
+lifeboats had only been ten minutes quicker! And how many a life-boat
+has been launched from the Gospel shore! It has come almost up to the
+drowning, and yet, after all, they were not rescued. Somehow they did
+not get into it!
+
+I suppose there are people who have asked for our prayers, and I
+suppose there were some in the side room, last Sabbath night, talking
+about their souls, who will miss heaven. They do not take the last
+step, and all the other steps go for nothing until you have taken the
+last step, for I have here, in the presence of God and this people, to
+announce the solemn truth, that to be almost saved is to be lost
+forever. That is all I have to say to the second division.
+
+III. I come now to speak to the careless. You look indifferent, and I
+suppose you are indifferent. You say: "I came in here because a friend
+invited me to see what is going on, but with no serious intentions
+about my soul. I have so much work, and so much pleasure on hand,
+don't bother me about religion." And yet you are gentlemanly, and you
+are lady-like, in your behavior, and, therefore, I know that you will
+listen respectfully if I talk courteously. Christian people are
+sometimes afraid to talk to men and women of the world lest they be
+insulted. If they talk courteously to people of the world, they will
+listen courteously. So now I try to come in that way, and in that
+spirit, and talk to those of you who tell me that you are careless
+about your soul.
+
+Then you have a soul, have you? Yes, precious, with infinite capacity
+for joy or suffering, winged for flight somewhere. Beckoned upward,
+beckoned downward. Fought after by angels and by fiends. Immortal!
+
+ "The sun is but a spark of fire,
+ A transient meteor in the sky:
+ The soul, immortal as its Sire,
+ Can never die."
+
+Your body will soon be taken down, the castle will be destroyed, the
+tower will be in the dust, the windows will be broken out, and the
+place where your body sleeps will be forgotten; but your soul, after
+that, will be living, acting, feeling, thinking--where? where? Oh,
+there must be something of incomputable worth in that for which heaven
+gave up its best inhabitant, and Christ went into martyrdom, and at
+the coming of which angels chant an eternal litany and devils rush to
+the gate. When everything above you, and beneath you, and around you,
+is intent upon that soul, you can not afford to be careless,
+especially when I think, this moment while I speak, there are
+thousands of souls in heaven rejoicing that they attended to this
+matter in time, while at this very instant there are souls in the lost
+world mourning that they did not attend to it in time. Hark to the
+howling of the damned!
+
+Oh, if this room could be vacated of this audience, and you were all
+gone, and the wan spirits of the lost could come up and occupy this
+place, and I could stand before them with offers of pardon through
+Jesus Christ, and then ask them if they would accept it, there would
+come up an instantaneous, multitudinous, overwhelming cry: "Yes! yes!
+yes! yes!" No such fortune for them. They had their day of grace, and
+sacrificed it. You have yours; will you sacrifice it? I wish that I
+could have you see these things as you will one day see them.
+
+Suppose, on your way home, a runaway horse should dash across the
+street, or between the dock and the boat you should accidentally slip,
+where would you be at twelve o'clock to-night or seven o'clock
+to-morrow morning? Or for all eternity where would you be? I do not
+answer the question. I just leave it to you to answer.
+
+But suppose you escape fatal accident. Suppose you go out by the
+ordinary process of sickness. I will just suppose now that your last
+hour has come. The doctor says, as he goes out of the room: "Can't get
+well." There is something in the faces of those who stand around you
+that prophesies that you can not get well. You say within yourself: "I
+can't get well." Where are your comrades now? Oh, they are off to the
+gay party that very night! They dance as well as they ever did. They
+drink as much wine. They laugh as loud as though you were not dying.
+They destroyed your soul, but do not come to help you die.
+
+Well, there are father and mother in the room. They are very quiet,
+but occasionally they go out into the next room and weep bitterly. The
+bed is very much disheveled. They have not been able to make it up
+for two or three days. There are four or five pillows lying around,
+because they have been trying to make you as easy as they could. On
+the one side of your bed are all the past years of your life--the
+Bibles, the sermons, the communion-tables, the offers of mercy. You
+say: "Take them away." Your mother thinks you are delirious. She says:
+"There is nothing there, my dear, nothing there." There is something
+there! It is your wasted opportunities. It is your procrastinations.
+It is those years you gave to the world that you ought to have given
+to Christ. They are there; and some of them put their fingers on your
+aching temples, and some of them feel for the strings of your heart,
+and some put more thorns in your tumbled pillow, and you say: "Turn me
+over." And they turn you over, but, alas! there is a more appalling
+vision. You say: "Take that away!" They say: "There is nothing there,
+nothing there." There is--an open grave there! the judgment is there!
+a lost eternity is there! Take it away! They can not take it away.
+
+You say: "How dark it is getting in the room!" Why, the burners are
+all lighted. Your family come up one by one, and tenderly kiss you
+good-bye. Your feet are cold, and the hands are cold, and the lips are
+cold, and they take a small mirror and they put it over your mouth to
+see if there is any breathing, and that mirror is taken away without a
+single blur upon it; and they whisper through the room: "She is gone."
+And then the door of the body opens and the soul flashes out. Make
+room for the destroyed spirit.
+
+Push back that door! Lost! Let it come into its eternal residence.
+Woe! woe! No cup of merriment now, but cup of the wrath of Almighty
+God. The last chance for heaven gone. The door of mercy shut. The doom
+sealed. The blackness of darkness forever!
+
+Voltaire is there. Herod is there. Robespierre is there. The
+debauchees are there. The murderers are there. All the rejectors of
+Jesus Christ are there. And you will be there unless you repent. You
+can not say, my dear brother, that you were not warned. This sermon
+would be a witness against you. You can not say that God's Holy Spirit
+never strove with your heart. He is striving now. You can not say that
+you had no chance for heaven, for the Omnipotent Son of God offers you
+His rescue. You can not say: "I had no warning about that world; I
+didn't know there was any such place," for the Bible distinctly rings
+in your ears to-day, saying: "At the end of the world the angels shall
+separate the wicked from among the just, and shall cast them into a
+furnace of fire." And again that book says: "The wicked shall be
+turned into hell, and all the nations that forget God." And again it
+says: "The smoke of their torment ascendeth for ever and ever."
+
+You can not say that you did not hear about heaven, the other
+alternative, for you hear of it now: "The Lamb which is in the midst
+of the throne shall lead them to living fountains of water, and God
+shall wipe away all tears from their eyes." No sorrow, no suffering,
+no death. Oh, will you be careless any longer, when I tell you that
+Christ, the Conqueror of earth and hell, offers you now escape from
+all peril, and offers to introduce you this very hour into the peace
+and pardon of the Gospel, preparing you for that good land? The sides
+of Calvary run blood for you. Jesus, who had not where to lay His
+head, offers you His heart as a pillow of rest. Christ offers with His
+own body to bridge over the chasm of death, saying: "Walk over Me; I
+am the way."
+
+O suffering Jesus! the thief scoffed at Thee, and the malefactor spat
+on Thee, and the soldiers stabbed Thee; but these who sit before Thee
+to-day have no heart to do that. O Jesus! tell them of Thy love, tell
+them of Thy sympathy, tell them of the rewards Thou wilt give them in
+the better land. Groan again, O blessed Jesus! groan again, and
+perhaps when the rocks fall, their hard hearts may break.
+
+ "Nothing brought Him from above,
+ Nothing but redeeming love."
+
+The promise is all free, the path all clear. Come, Mary, and sit
+to-night at the feet of Jesus. Come, Bartimeus, and have your eyes
+opened. Come, O prodigal! and sit at thy father's table. Come, O you
+suffering, sinning, dying the soul! and find rest on the heart of
+Jesus. The Spirit and Bride say "Come," and Churches militant and
+triumphant say "Come," and all the voices of the past, mingling with
+all the voices of the future, in one great thunder of emphasis, bid
+you "Come now!" Are not those of you who are in the third class ready
+to pass over into the second division, and become seekers after
+Christ? Ay, are you not ready to pass over into the first division,
+and become the pardoned sons and daughters of the Lord Almighty? I
+can do no more than offer you, through Jesus Christ, peace on earth
+and everlasting residence in His presence.
+
+ "When God makes up His last account
+ Of natives in His holy mount,
+ 'Twill be an honor to appear
+ As one new-born and nourished there."
+
+Good-night! The Lord bless you! Go to your homes seeking after Christ.
+Sleep not until you have made your peace with God. Good-night--a deep,
+hearty, loving, Christian good-night!
+
+
+
+
+THE INSIGNIFICANT.
+
+ "And she went, and came, and gleaned in the field after the
+ reapers: and her hap was to light on a part of the field
+ belonging unto Boaz, who was of the kindred of
+ Elimelech."--RUTH ii: 3.
+
+
+The time that Ruth and Naomi arrive at Bethlehem is harvest-time. It
+was the custom when a sheaf fell from a load in the harvest-field for
+the reapers to refuse to gather it up: that was to be left for the
+poor who might happen to come along that way. If there were handfuls
+of grain scattered across the field after the main harvest had been
+reaped, instead of raking it, as farmers do now, it was, by the custom
+of the land, left in its place, so that the poor, coming along that
+way, might glean it and get their bread. But, you say, "What is the
+use of all these harvest-fields to Ruth and Naomi? Naomi is too old
+and feeble to go out and toil in the sun; and can you expect that
+Ruth, the young and the beautiful, should tan her cheeks and blister
+her hands in the harvest-field?"
+
+Boaz owns a large farm, and he goes out to see the reapers gather in
+the grain. Coming there, right behind the swarthy, sun-browned
+reapers, he beholds a beautiful woman gleaning--a woman more fit to
+bend to a harp or sit upon a throne than to stoop among the sheaves.
+Ah, that was an eventful day!
+
+It was love at first sight. Boaz forms an attachment for the womanly
+gleaner--an attachment full of undying interest to the Church of God
+in all ages; while Ruth, with an ephah, or nearly a bushel of barley,
+goes home to Naomi to tell her the successes and adventures of the
+day. That Ruth, who left her native land of Moab in darkness, and
+traveled through an undying affection for her mother-in-law, is in the
+harvest-field of Boaz, is affianced to one of the best families in
+Judah, and becomes in after-time the ancestress of Jesus Christ, the
+Lord of glory! Out of so dark a night did there ever dawn so bright a
+morning?
+
+I. I learn, in the first place, from this subject how trouble develops
+character. It was bereavement, poverty, and exile that developed,
+illustrated, and announced to all ages the sublimity of Ruth's
+character. That is a very unfortunate man who has no trouble. It was
+sorrow that made John Bunyan the better dreamer, and Doctor Young the
+better poet, and O'Connell the better orator, and Bishop Hall the
+better preacher, and Havelock the better soldier, and Kitto the better
+encyclopaedist, and Ruth the better daughter-in-law.
+
+I once asked an aged man in regard to his pastor, who was a very
+brilliant man, "Why is it that your pastor, so very brilliant, seems
+to have so little heart and tenderness in his sermons?" "Well," he
+replied, "the reason is, our pastor has never had any trouble. When
+misfortune comes upon him, his style will be different." After awhile
+the Lord took a child out of that pastor's house; and though the
+preacher was just as brilliant as he was before, oh, the warmth, the
+tenderness of his discourses! The fact is, that trouble is a great
+educator. You see sometimes a musician sit down at an instrument, and
+his execution is cold and formal and unfeeling. The reason is that all
+his life he has been prospered. But let misfortune or bereavement come
+to that man, and he sits down at the instrument, and you discover the
+pathos in the first sweep of the keys.
+
+Misfortune and trials are great educators. A young doctor comes into a
+sick-room where there is a dying child. Perhaps he is very rough in
+his prescription, and very rough in his manner, and rough in the
+feeling of the pulse, and rough in his answer to the mother's anxious
+question; but years roll on, and there has been one dead in his own
+house; and now he comes into the sick-room, and with tearful eye he
+looks at the dying child, and he says, "Oh, how this reminds me of my
+Charlie!" Trouble, the great educator. Sorrow--I see its touch in the
+grandest painting; I hear its tremor in the sweetest song; I feel its
+power in the mightiest argument.
+
+Grecian mythology said that the fountain of Hippocrene was struck out
+by the foot of the winged horse Pegasus. I have often noticed in life
+that the brightest and most beautiful fountains of Christian comfort
+and spiritual life have been struck out by the iron-shod hoof of
+disaster and calamity. I see Daniel's courage best by the flash of
+Nebuchadnezzar's furnace. I see Paul's prowess best when I find him on
+the foundering ship under the glare of the lightning in the breakers
+of Melita. God crowns His children amid the howling of wild beasts and
+the chopping of blood-splashed guillotine and the crackling fires of
+martyrdom. It took the persecutions of Marcus Aurelius to develop
+Polycarp and Justin Martyr. It took the pope's bull and the cardinal's
+curse and the world's anathema to develop Martin Luther. It took all
+the hostilities against the Scotch Covenanters and the fury of Lord
+Claverhouse to develop James Renwick, and Andrew Melville, and Hugh
+McKail, the glorious martyrs of Scotch history. It took the stormy
+sea, and the December blast, and the desolate New England coast, and
+the war-whoop of savages, to show forth the prowess of the Pilgrim
+Fathers--
+
+ "When amid the storms they sung,
+ And the stars heard, and the sea,
+ And the sounding aisles of the dim wood
+ Rang to the anthems of the free."
+
+It took all our past national distresses, and it takes all our present
+national sorrows, to lift up our nation on that high career where it
+will march along after the foreign aristocracies that have mocked and
+the tyrannies that have jeered, shall be swept down under the
+omnipotent wrath of God, who hates despotism, and who, by the strength
+of His own red right arm, will make all men free. And so it is
+individually, and in the family, and in the Church, and in the world,
+that through darkness and storm and trouble men, women, churches,
+nations, are developed.
+
+II. Again, I see in my text the beauty of unfaltering friendship. I
+suppose there were plenty of friends for Naomi while she was in
+prosperity; but of all her acquaintances, how many were willing to
+trudge off with her toward Judah, when she had to make that lonely
+journey? One--the heroine of my text. One--absolutely one. I suppose
+when Naomi's husband was living, and they had plenty of money, and all
+things went well, they had a great many callers; but I suppose that
+after her husband died, and her property went, and she got old and
+poor, she was not troubled very much with callers. All the birds that
+sung in the bower while the sun shone have gone to their nests, now
+the night has fallen.
+
+Oh, these beautiful sun-flowers that spread out their color in the
+morning hour! but they are always asleep when the sun is going down!
+Job had plenty of friends when he was the richest man in Uz; but when
+his property went and the trials came, then there were none so much
+that pestered as Eliphaz the Temanite, and Bildad the Shuhite, and
+Zophar the Naamathite.
+
+Life often seems to be a mere game, where the successful player pulls
+down all the other men into his own lap. Let suspicions arise about a
+man's character, and he becomes like a bank in a panic, and all the
+imputations rush on him and break down in a day that character which
+in due time would have had strength to defend itself. There are
+reputations that have been half a century in building, which go down
+under some moral exposure, as a vast temple is consumed by the touch
+of a sulphurous match. A hog can uproot a century plant.
+
+In this world, so full of heartlessness and hypocrisy, how thrilling
+it is to find some friend as faithful in days of adversity as in days
+of prosperity! David had such a friend in Hushai; the Jews had such a
+friend in Mordecai, who never forgot their cause; Paul had such a
+friend in Onesiphorus, who visited him in jail; Christ had such in
+the Marys, who adhered to Him on the cross; Naomi had such a one in
+Ruth, who cried out: "Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from
+following after thee; for whither thou goest, I will go; and where
+thou lodgest, I will lodge; thy people shall be my people, and thy God
+my God; where thou diest will I die, and there will I be buried: the
+Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me."
+
+III. Again, I learn from this subject that paths which open in
+hardship and darkness often come out in places of joy. When Ruth
+started from Moab toward Jerusalem, to go along with her
+mother-in-law, I suppose the people said: "Oh, what a foolish creature
+to go away from her father's house, to go off with a poor old woman
+toward the land of Judah! They won't live to get across the desert.
+They will be drowned in the sea, or the jackals of the wilderness will
+destroy them." It was a very dark morning when Ruth started off with
+Naomi; but behold her in my text in the harvest-field of Boaz, to be
+affianced to one of the lords of the land, and become one of the
+grandmothers of Jesus Christ, the Lord of glory. And so it often is
+that a path which often starts very darkly ends very brightly.
+
+When you started out for heaven, oh, how dark was the hour of
+conviction--how Sinai thundered, and devils tormented, and the
+darkness thickened! All the sins of your life pounced upon you, and it
+was the darkest hour you ever saw when you first found out your sins.
+After awhile you went into the harvest-field of God's mercy; you
+began to glean in the fields of divine promise, and you had more
+sheaves than you could carry, as the voice of God addressed you,
+saying: "Blessed is the man whose transgressions are forgiven, and
+whose sins are covered." A very dark starting in conviction, a very
+bright ending in the pardon and the hope and the triumph of the
+Gospel!
+
+So, very often in our worldly business or in our spiritual career, we
+start off on a very dark path. We must go. The flesh may shrink back,
+but there is a voice within, or a voice from above, saying, "You must
+go;" and we have to drink the gall, and we have to carry the cross,
+and we have to traverse the desert and we are pounded and flailed of
+misrepresentation and abuse, and we have to urge our way through ten
+thousand obstacles that have been slain by our own right arm. We have
+to ford the river, we have to climb the mountain, we have to storm the
+castle; but, blessed be God, the day of rest and reward will come. On
+the tip-top of the captured battlements we will shout the victory; if
+not in this world, then in that world where there is no gall to drink,
+no burdens to carry, no battles to fight. How do I know it? Know it! I
+know it because God says so: "They shall hunger no more, neither
+thirst any more, neither shall the sun light on them, nor any heat,
+for the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall lead them to
+living fountains of water, and God shall wipe all tears from their
+eyes."
+
+It was very hard for Noah to endure the scoffing of the people in his
+day, while he was trying to build the ark, and was every morning
+quizzed about his old boat that would never be of any practical use;
+but when the deluge came, and the tops of the mountains disappeared
+like the backs of sea-monsters, and the elements, lashed up in fury,
+clapped their hands over a drowned world, then Noah in the ark
+rejoiced in his own safety and in the safety of his family, and looked
+out on the wreck of a ruined earth.
+
+Christ, hounded of persecutors, denied a pillow, worse maltreated than
+the thieves on either side of the cross, human hate smacking its lips
+in satisfaction after it had been draining His last drop of blood, the
+sheeted dead bursting from the sepulchers at His crucifixion. Tell me,
+O Gethsemane and Golgotha! were there ever darker times than those?
+Like the booming of the midnight sea against the rock, the surges of
+Christ's anguish beat against the gates of eternity, to be echoed back
+by all the thrones of heaven and all the dungeons of hell. But the day
+of reward comes for Christ; all the pomp and dominion of this world
+are to be hung on His throne, uncrowned heads are to bow before Him on
+whose head are many crowns, and all the celestial worship is to come
+up at His feet, like the humming of the forest, like the rushing of
+the waters, like the thundering of the seas, while all heaven, rising
+on their thrones, beat time with their scepters: "Hallelujah, for the
+Lord God omnipotent reigneth! Hallelujah, the kingdoms of this world
+have become the kingdoms of our Lord Jesus Christ!"
+
+ "That song of love, now low and far,
+ Ere long shall swell from star to star;
+ That light, the breaking day which tips
+ The golden-spired Apocalypse."
+
+IV. Again, I learn from my subject that events which seem to be most
+insignificant may be momentous. Can you imagine anything more
+unimportant than the coming of a poor woman from Moab to Judah? Can
+you imagine anything more trivial than the fact that this Ruth just
+happened to alight--as they say--just happened to alight on that field
+of Boaz? Yet all ages, all generations, have an interest in the fact
+that she was to become an ancestor of the Lord Jesus Christ, and all
+nations and kingdoms must look at that one little incident with a
+thrill of unspeakable and eternal satisfaction. So it is in your
+history and in mine: events that you thought of no importance at all
+have been of very great moment. That casual conversation, that
+accidental meeting--you did not think of it again for a long while;
+but how it changed all the phase of your life!
+
+It seemed to be of no importance that Jubal invented rude instruments
+of music, calling them harp and organ; but they were the introduction
+of all the world's minstrelsy; and as you hear the vibration of a
+stringed instrument, even after the fingers have been taken away from
+it, so all music now of lute and drum and cornet is only the
+long-continued strains of Jubal's harp and Jubal's organ. It seemed to
+be a matter of very little importance that Tubal Cain learned the uses
+of copper and iron; but that rude foundry of ancient days has its echo
+in the rattle of Birmingham machinery, and the roar and bang of
+factories on the Merrimac.
+
+It seemed to be a matter of no importance that Luther found a Bible in
+a monastery; but as he opened that Bible, and the brass-bound lids
+fell back, they jarred everything, from the Vatican to the furthest
+convent in Germany, and the rustling of the wormed leaves was the
+sound of the wings of the angel of the Reformation. It seemed to be a
+matter of no importance that a woman, whose name has been forgotten,
+dropped a tract in the way of a very bad man by the name of Richard
+Baxter. He picked up the tract and read it, and it was the means of
+his salvation.
+
+In after-days that man wrote a book called "The Call to the
+Unconverted," that was the means of bringing a multitude to God, among
+others Philip Doddridge. Philip Doddridge wrote a book called "The
+Rise and Progress of Religion," which has brought thousands and tens
+of thousands into the kingdom of God, and among others the great
+Wilberforce. Wilberforce wrote a book called "A Practical View of
+Christianity," which was the means of bringing a great multitude to
+Christ, among others Legh Richmond. Legh Richmond wrote a tract called
+"The Dairyman's Daughter," which has been the means of the salvation
+of unconverted multitudes. And that tide of influence started from the
+fact that one Christian woman dropped a Christian tract in the way of
+Richard Baxter--the tide of influence rolling on through Richard
+Baxter, through Philip Doddridge, through the great Wilberforce,
+through Legh Richmond, on, on, on, forever, forever. So the
+insignificant events of this world seem, after all, to be most
+momentous. The fact that you came up that street or this street seemed
+to be of no importance to you, and the fact that you went inside of
+some church may seem to be a matter of very great insignificance to
+you, but you will find it the turning-point in your history.
+
+V. Again, I see in my subject an illustration of the beauty of female
+industry.
+
+Behold Ruth toiling in the harvest-field under the hot sun, or at noon
+taking plain bread with the reapers, or eating the parched corn which
+Boaz handed to her. The customs of society, of course, have changed,
+and without the hardships and exposure to which Ruth was subjected,
+every intelligent woman will find something to do.
+
+I know there is a sickly sentimentality on this subject. In some
+families there are persons of no practical service to the household or
+community; and though there are so many woes all around about them in
+the world, they spend their time languishing over a new pattern, or
+bursting into tears at midnight over the story of some lover who shot
+himself! They would not deign to look at Ruth carrying back the barley
+on her way home to her mother-in-law, Naomi. All this fastidiousness
+may seem to do very well while they are under the shelter of their
+father's house; but when the sharp winter of misfortune comes, what of
+these butterflies? Persons under indulgent parentage may get upon
+themselves habits of indolence; but when they come out into practical
+life their soul will recoil with disgust and chagrin. They will feel
+in their hearts what the poet so severely satirized when he said:
+
+ "Folks are so awkward, things so impolite,
+ They're elegantly pained from morning until night."
+
+Through that gate of indolence how many men and women have marched,
+useless on earth, to a destroyed eternity! Spinola said to Sir Horace
+Vere: "Of what did your brother die?" "Of having nothing to do," was
+the answer. "Ah!" said Spinola, "that's enough to kill any general of
+us." Oh! can it be possible in this world, where there is so much
+suffering to be alleviated, so much darkness to be enlightened, and so
+many burdens to be carried, that there is any person who cannot find
+anything to do?
+
+Madame de Stael did a world of work in her time; and one day, while
+she was seated amid instruments of music, all of which she had
+mastered, and amid manuscript books which she had written, some one
+said to her: "How do you find time to attend to all these things?"
+"Oh," she replied, "these are not the things I am proud of. My chief
+boast is in the fact that I have seventeen trades, by any one of which
+I could make a livelihood if necessary." And if in secular spheres
+there is so much to be done, in spiritual work how vast the field! How
+many dying all around about us without one word of comfort! We want
+more Abigails, more Hannahs, more Rebeccas, more Marys, more Deborahs
+consecrated--body, mind, soul--to the Lord who bought them.
+
+VI. Once more I learn from my subject the value of gleaning.
+
+Ruth going into that harvest-field might have said: "There is a straw,
+and there is a straw, but what is a straw? I can't get any barley for
+myself or my mother-in-law out of these separate straws." Not so said
+beautiful Ruth. She gathered two straws, and she put them together,
+and more straws, until she got enough to make a sheaf. Putting that
+down, she went and gathered more straws, until she had another sheaf,
+and another, and another, and another, and then she brought them all
+together, and she threshed them out, and she had an ephah of barley,
+nigh a bushel. Oh, that we might all be gleaners!
+
+Elihu Burritt learned many things while toiling in a blacksmith's
+shop. Abercrombie, the world-renowned philosopher, was a philosopher
+in Scotland, and he got his philosophy, or the chief part of it,
+while, as a physician, he was waiting for the door of the sick-room to
+open. Yet how many there are in this day who say they are so busy they
+have no time for mental or spiritual improvement; the great duties of
+life cross the field like strong reapers, and carry off all the hours,
+and there is only here and there a fragment left, that is not worth
+gleaning. Ah, my friends, you could go into the busiest day and
+busiest week of your life and find golden opportunities, which,
+gathered, might at last make a whole sheaf for the Lord's garner. It
+is the stray opportunities and the stray privileges which, taken up
+and bound together and beaten out, will at last fill you with much
+joy.
+
+There are a few moments left worth the gleaning. Now, Ruth, to the
+field! May each one have a measure full and running over! Oh, you
+gleaners, to the field! And if there be in your household an aged one
+or a sick relative that is not strong enough to come forth and toil in
+this field, then let Ruth take home to feeble Naomi this sheaf of
+gleaning: "He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed,
+shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with
+him." May the Lord God of Ruth and Naomi be our portion forever!
+
+
+
+
+THE THREE RINGS.
+
+ "Put a ring on his hand."--LUKE xv: 22.
+
+
+I will not rehearse the familiar story of the fast young man of the
+parable. You know what a splendid home he left. You know what a hard
+time he had. And you remember how after that season of vagabondage and
+prodigality he resolved to go and weep out his sorrows on the bosom of
+parental forgiveness. Well, there is great excitement one day in front
+of the door of the old farmhouse. The servants come rushing up and
+say: "What's the matter? What _is_ the matter?" But before they quite
+arrive, the old man cries out: "Put a ring on his hand." What a
+seeming absurdity! What can such a wretched mendicant as this fellow
+that is tramping on toward the house want with a ring? Oh, he is the
+prodigal son. No more tending of the swine-trough. No more longing for
+the pods of the carob-tree. No more blistered feet. Off with the rags!
+On with the robe! Out with the ring! Even so does God receive every
+one of us when we come back. There are gold rings, and pearl rings,
+and carnelian rings, and diamond rings; but the richest ring that ever
+flashed on the vision is that which our Father puts upon a forgiven
+soul.
+
+I know that the impression is abroad among some people that religion
+bemeans and belittles a man; that it takes all the sparkle out of his
+soul; that he has to exchange a roistering independence for an
+ecclesiastical strait-jacket. Not so. When a man becomes a Christian,
+he does not go down, he starts upward. Religion multiplies one by ten
+thousand. Nay, the multiplier is in infinity. It is not a blotting
+out--it is a polishing, it is an arborescence, it is an efflorescence,
+it is an irradiation. When a man comes into the kingdom of God he is
+not sent into a menial service, but the Lord God Almighty from the
+palaces of heaven calls upon the messenger angels that wait upon the
+throne to fly and "put a ring on his hand." In Christ are the largest
+liberty, and brightest joy, and highest honor, and richest adornment.
+"Put a ring on his hand."
+
+I remark, in the first place, that when Christ receives a soul into
+His love, He puts upon him the ring of adoption. Eight or ten years
+ago, in my church in Philadelphia, there came the representative of
+the Howard Mission of New York. He brought with him eight or ten
+children of the street that he had picked up, and he was trying to
+find for them Christian homes; and as the little ones stood on the
+pulpit and sung, our hearts melted within us. At the close of the
+services a great-hearted wealthy man came up and said: "I'll take this
+little bright-eyed girl, and I'll adopt her as one of my own
+children;" and he took her by the hand, lifted her into his carriage,
+and went away.
+
+The next day, while we were in the church gathering up garments for
+the poor of New York, this little child came back with a bundle under
+her arm, and she said: "There's my old dress; perhaps some of the
+poor children would like to have it," while she herself was in bright
+and beautiful array, and those who more immediately examined her said
+that she had a ring on her hand. It was a ring of adoption.
+
+There are a great many persons who pride themselves on their ancestry,
+and they glory over the royal blood that pours through their arteries.
+In their line there was a lord, or a duke, or a prime minister, or a
+king. But when the Lord, our Father, puts upon us the ring of His
+adoption, we become the children of the Ruler of all nations. "Behold
+what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we should
+be called the sons of God." It matters not how poor our garments may
+be in this world, or how scant our bread, or how mean the hut we live
+in, if we have that ring of Christ's adoption upon our hand we are
+assured of eternal defenses.
+
+Adopted! Why, then, we are brothers and sisters to all the good of
+earth and heaven. We have the family name, the family dress, the
+family keys, the family wardrobe. The Father looks after us, robes us,
+defends us, blesses us. We have royal blood in our veins, and there
+are crowns in our line. If we are His children, then princes and
+princesses. It is only a question of time when we get our coronet.
+Adopted! Then we have the family secrets. "The secret of the Lord is
+with them that fear Him." Adopted! Then we have the family
+inheritance, and in the day when our Father shall divide the riches of
+heaven we shall take our share of the mansions and palaces and
+temples. Henceforth let us boast no more of an earthly ancestry. The
+insignia of eternal glory is our coat of arms. This ring of adoption
+puts upon us all honor and all privilege. Now we can take the words of
+Charles Wesley, that prince of hymn-makers, and sing:
+
+ "Come, let us join our friends above,
+ Who have obtained the prize,
+ And on the eagle wings of love
+ To joy celestial rise.
+
+ "Let all the saints terrestrial sing
+ With those to glory gone;
+ For all the servants of our King,
+ In heaven and earth, are one."
+
+I have been told that when any of the members of any of the great
+secret societies of this country are in a distant city and are in any
+kind of trouble, and are set upon by enemies, they have only to give a
+certain signal and the members of that organization will flock around
+for defense. And when any man belongs to this great Christian
+brotherhood, if he gets in trouble, in trial, in persecution, in
+temptation, he has only to show this ring of Christ's adoption, and
+all the armed cohorts of heaven will come to his rescue.
+
+Still further, when Christ takes a soul into His love He puts upon it
+a marriage-ring. Now, that is not a whim of mine: "And I will betroth
+thee unto Me forever; yea, I will betroth thee unto Me in
+righteousness, and in judgment, and in loving-kindness, and in
+mercies." (Hosea ii: 19.) At the wedding altar the bridegroom puts a
+ring upon the hand of the bride, signifying love and faithfulness.
+Trouble may come upon the household, and the carpets may go, the
+pictures may go, the piano may go, everything else may go--the last
+thing that goes is that marriage-ring, for it is considered sacred. In
+the burial hour it is withdrawn from the hand and kept in a casket,
+and sometimes the box is opened on an anniversary day, and as you look
+at that ring you see under its arch a long procession of precious
+memories. Within the golden circle of that ring there is room for a
+thousand sweet recollections to revolve, and you think of the great
+contrast between the hour when, at the close of the "Wedding March,"
+under the flashing lights and amid the aroma of orange-blossoms, you
+set that ring on the round finger of the plump hand, and that other
+hour when, at the close of the exhaustive watching, when you knew that
+the soul had fled, you took from the hand, which gave back no
+responsive clasp, from that emaciated finger, the ring that she had
+worn so long and worn so well.
+
+On some anniversary day you take up that ring, and you repolish it
+until all the old luster comes back, and you can see in it the flash
+of eyes that long ago ceased to weep. Oh, it is not an unmeaning thing
+when I tell you that when Christ receives a soul into His keeping He
+puts on it a marriage-ring. He endows you from that moment with all
+His wealth. You are one--Christ and the soul--one in sympathy, one in
+affection, one in hope.
+
+There is no power in earth or hell to effect a divorcement after
+Christ and the soul are united. Other kings have turned out their
+companions when they got weary of them, and sent them adrift from the
+palace gate. Ahasuerus banished Vashti; Napoleon forsook Josephine;
+but Christ is the husband that is true forever. Having loved you once,
+He loves you to the end. Did they not try to divorce Margaret, the
+Scotch girl, from Jesus? They said: "You must give up your religion."
+She said: "I can't give up my religion." And so they took her down to
+the beach of the sea, and they drove in a stake at low-water mark, and
+they fastened her to it, expecting that as the tide came up her faith
+would fail. The tide began to rise, and came up higher and higher, and
+to the girdle, and to the lip, and in the last moment, just as the
+wave was washing her soul into glory, she shouted the praises of
+Jesus.
+
+Oh, no, you can not separate a soul from Christ! It is an everlasting
+marriage. Battle and storm and darkness can not do it. Is it too much
+exultation for a man, who is but dust and ashes like myself, to cry
+out this morning: "I am persuaded that neither height, nor depth, nor
+principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come,
+nor any other creature shall separate me from the love of God which is
+in Christ Jesus my Lord"? Glory be to God that when Christ and the
+soul are married they are bound by a chain, a golden chain--if I might
+say so--a chain with one link, and that one link the golden ring of
+God's everlasting love.
+
+I go a step further, and tell you that when Christ receives a soul
+into His love He puts on him the ring of festivity. You know that it
+has been the custom in all ages to bestow rings on very happy
+occasions. There is nothing more appropriate for a birthday gift than
+a ring. You delight to bestow such a gift upon your children at such
+a time. It means joy, hilarity, festivity. Well, when this old man of
+the text wanted to tell how glad he was that his boy had got back, he
+expressed it in this way. Actually, before he ordered sandals to be
+put on his bare feet; before he ordered the fatted calf to be killed
+to appease the boy's hunger, he commanded: "Put a ring on his hand."
+
+Oh, it is a merry time when Christ and the soul are united! Joy of
+forgiveness! What a splendid thing it is to feel that all is right
+between me and God. What a glorious thing it is to have God just take
+up all the sins of my life and put them in one bundle, and then fling
+them into the depths of the sea, never to rise again, never to be
+talked of again. Pollution all gone. Darkness all illumined. God
+reconciled. The prodigal home. "Put a ring on his hand."
+
+Every day I find happy Christian people. I find some of them with no
+second coat, some of them in huts and tenement houses, not one earthly
+comfort afforded them; and yet they are as happy as happy can be. They
+sing "Rock of Ages" as no other people in the world sing it. They
+never wore any jewelry in their life but one gold ring, and that was
+the ring of God's undying affection. Oh, how happy religion makes us!
+Did it make you gloomy and sad? Did you go with your head cast down? I
+do not think you got religion, my brother. That is not the effect of
+religion. True religion is a joy. "Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
+and all her paths are peace."
+
+Why, religion lightens all our burdens. It smooths all our way. It
+interprets all our sorrows. It changes the jar of earthly discord for
+the peal of festal bells. In front of the flaming furnace of trial it
+sets the forge on which scepters are hammered out. Would you not like
+to-day to come up from the swine-feeding and try this religion? All
+the joys of heaven would come out and meet you, and God would cry from
+the throne: "Put a ring on his hand."
+
+You are not happy. I see it. There is no peace, and sometimes you
+laugh when you feel a great deal more like crying. The world is a
+cheat. It first wears you down with its follies, then it kicks you out
+into darkness. It comes back from the massacre of a million souls to
+attempt the destruction of your soul to-day. No peace out of God, but
+here is the fountain that can slake the thirst. Here is the harbor
+where you can drop safe anchorage.
+
+Would you not like, I ask you--not perfunctorily, but as one brother
+might talk to another--would you not like to have a pillow of rest to
+put your head on? And would you not like, when you retire at night, to
+feel that all is well, whether you wake up to-morrow morning at six
+o'clock, or sleep the sleep that knows no waking? Would you not like
+to exchange this awful uncertainty about the future for a glorious
+assurance of heaven? Accept of the Lord Jesus to-day, and all is well.
+If on your way home some peril should cross the street and dash your
+life out, it would not hurt you. You would rise up immediately. You
+would stand in the celestial streets. You would be amid the great
+throng that forever worship and are forever happy. If this day some
+sudden disease should come upon you, it would not frighten you. If you
+knew you were going you could give a calm farewell to your beautiful
+home on earth, and know that you are going right into the
+companionship of those who have already got beyond the toiling and the
+weeping.
+
+You feel on Saturday night different from the way you feel any other
+night of the week. You come home from the bank, or the store, or the
+shop, and you say: "Well, now my week's work is done, and to-morrow is
+Sunday." It is a pleasant thought. There is refreshment and
+reconstruction in the very idea. Oh, how pleasant it will be, if, when
+we get through the day of our life, and we go and lie down in our bed
+of dust, we can realize: "Well, now the work is all done, and
+to-morrow is Sunday--an everlasting Sunday."
+
+ "Oh, when, thou city of my God,
+ Shall I thy courts ascend?
+ Where congregations ne'er break up,
+ And Sabbaths have no end."
+
+There are people in this house to-day who are very near the eternal
+world. If you are Christians, I bid you be of good cheer. Bear with
+you our congratulations to the bright city. Aged men, who will soon be
+gone, take with you our love for our kindred in the better land, and
+when you see them, tell them that we are soon coming. Only a few more
+sermons to preach and hear. Only a few more heart-aches. Only a few
+more toils. Only a few more tears. And then--what an entrancing
+spectacle will open before us!
+
+ "Beautiful heaven, where all is light,
+ Beautiful angels clothed in white,
+ Beautiful strains that never tire,
+ Beautiful harps through all the choir;
+ There shall I join the chorus sweet,
+ Worshiping at the Saviour's feet."
+
+I stand before you on this Sabbath, the last Sabbath preceding the
+great feast-day in this Church. On the next Lord's-day the door of
+communion will be open, and you will all be invited to come in. And so
+I approach you now with a general invitation, not picking out here and
+there a man, or here and there a woman, or here and there a child; but
+giving you an unlimited invitation, saying: "Come, for all things are
+now ready." We invite you to the warm heart of Christ, and the
+inclosure of the Christian Church. I know a great many think that the
+Church does not amount to much--that it is obsolete; that it did its
+work and is gone now, so far as all usefulness is concerned. It is the
+happiest place I have ever been in except my own home.
+
+I know there are some people who say they are Christians who seem to
+get along without any help from others, and who culture solitary
+piety. They do not want any ordinances. I do not belong to that class.
+I can not get along without them. There are so many things in this
+world that take my attention from God, and Christ, and heaven, that I
+want all the helps of all the symbols and of all the Christian
+associations; and I want around about me a solid phalanx of men who
+love God and keep His commandments. Are there any here who would like
+to enter into that association? Then by a simple, child-like faith,
+apply for admission into the visible Church, and you will be received.
+No questions asked about your past history or present surroundings.
+Only one test--do you love Jesus?
+
+Baptism does not amount to anything, say a great many people; but the
+Lord Jesus declared, "He that believeth and is baptized shall be
+saved," putting baptism and faith side by side. And an apostle
+declares, "Repent and be baptized, every one of you." I do not stickle
+for any particular mode of baptism, but I put great emphasis on the
+fact that you ought to be baptized. Yet no more emphasis than the Lord
+Jesus Christ, the Great Head of the Church, puts upon it.
+
+The world is going to lose a great many of its votaries next Sabbath.
+We give you warning. There is a great host coming in to stand under
+the banner of the Lord Jesus Christ. Will you be among them? It is
+going to be a great harvest-day. Will you be among the gathered
+sheaves?
+
+Some of you have been thinking on this subject year after year. You
+have found out that this world is a poor portion. You want to be
+Christians. You have come almost into the kingdom of God; but there
+you stop, forgetful of the fact that to be almost saved is not to be
+saved at all. Oh, my brother, after having come so near to the door of
+mercy, if you turn back, you will never come at all. After all you
+have heard of the goodness of God, if you turn away and die, it will
+not be because you did not have a good offer.
+
+ "God's spirit will not always strive
+ With hardened, self-destroying man;
+ Ye who persist His love to grieve
+ May never hear his voice again."
+
+May God Almighty this hour move upon your soul and bring you back from
+the husks of the wilderness to the Father's house, and set you at the
+banquet, and "put a ring on your hand."
+
+
+
+
+HOW HE CAME TO SAY IT.
+
+ "If any man love not the Lord Jesus Christ, let him be
+ Anathema Maranatha."--I COR. xvi: 22.
+
+
+The smallest lad in the house knows the meaning of all those words
+except the last two, Anathema Maranatha. Anathema, to cut off.
+Maranatha, at His coming. So the whole passage might be read: "If any
+man love not the Lord Jesus Christ, let him be cut off at His coming."
+Well, how could the tender-hearted Paul say that? We have seen him
+with tears discoursing about human want, and flushed with excitement
+about human sorrow; and now he throws those red-hot iron words into
+this letter to the Corinthians. Had he lost his patience? Ok, no. Had
+he resigned his confidence in the Christian religion? Oh, no. Had the
+world treated him so badly that he had become its sworn enemy? Oh, no.
+It needs some explanation, I confess, and I shall proceed to show by
+what process Paul came to the vehement utterance of my text. Before I
+close, if God shall give His Spirit, you shall cease to be surprised
+at the exclamation of the Apostle, and you yourselves will employ the
+same emphasis, declaring, "If any man love not the Lord Jesus Christ,
+let him be Anathema Maranatha."
+
+If the photographic art had been discovered early enough, we should
+have had the facial proportions of Christ--the front face, the side
+face, Jesus sitting, Jesus standing--provided He had submitted to that
+art; but since the sun did not become a portrait painter until
+eighteen centuries after Christ, our idea about the Saviour's personal
+appearance is all guess work. Still, tradition tells us that He was
+the most infinitely beautiful being that ever walked our small earth.
+If His features had been rugged, and His gait had been ungainly, that
+would not have hindered Him from being attractive. Many men you have
+known and loved have had few charms of physiognomy. Wilberforce was
+not attractive in face. Socrates was repulsive. Suwarrow, the great
+Russian hero, looked almost an imbecile. And some whom you have known,
+and honored, and loved, have not had very great attractiveness of
+personal appearance. The shape of the mouth, and the nose, and the
+eyebrow, did not hinder the soul from shining through the cuticle of
+the face in all-powerful irradiation.
+
+But to a lovely exterior Christ joined all loveliness of disposition.
+Run through the galleries of heaven, and find out that He is _a
+non-such_. The sunshine of His love mingling with the shadows of His
+sorrows, crossed by the crystalline stream of His tears and the
+crimson flowing forth of His blood, make a picture worthy of being
+called the masterpiece of the eternities. Hung on the wall of heaven,
+the celestial population would be enchanted but for the fact that they
+have the grand and magnificent original, and they want no picture. But
+Christ having gone away from earth, we are dependent upon four
+indistinct pictures. Matthew took one, Mark another, Luke another,
+and John another. I care not which picture you take, it is lovely.
+Lovely? He was altogether lovely.
+
+He had a way of taking up a dropsical limb without hurting it, and of
+removing the cataract from the eye without the knife, and of starting
+the circulation through the shrunken arteries without the shock of the
+electric battery, and of putting intelligence into the dull stare of
+lunacy, and of restringing the auditory nerve of the deaf ear, and of
+striking articulation into the stiff tongue, and of making the
+stark-naked madman dress himself and exchange tombstone for ottoman,
+and of unlocking from the skeleton grip of death the daughter of
+Jairus to embosom her in her glad father's arms. Oh, He was
+lovely--sitting, standing, kneeling, lying down--always lovely.
+
+Lovely in His sacrifice. Why, He gave up everything for us. Home,
+celestial companionship, music of seraphic harps, balmy breath of
+eternal summer, all joy, all light, all music, and heard the gates
+slam shut behind Him as He came out to fight for our freedom, and with
+bare feet plunged on the sharp javelins of human and satanic hate,
+until His blood spurted into the faces of those who slew Him. You want
+the soft, low, minor key of sweetest music to describe the pathos; but
+it needs an orchestra, under swinging of an archangel's baton,
+reaching from throne to manger, to drum and trumpet the doxologies of
+His praise. He took everybody's trouble--the leper's sickness, the
+widow's dead boy, the harlot's shame, the Galilean fisherman's poor
+luck, the invalidism of Simon's mother-in-law, the sting of Malchus'
+amputated ear.
+
+Some people cry very easily, and for some it is very difficult to cry.
+A great many tears on some cheeks do not mean so much as one tear on
+another cheek. What is it that I see glittering in the mild eye of
+Jesus? It was all the sorrows of earth, and the woes of hell, from
+which He had plucked our souls, accreted into one transparent drop,
+lingering on the lower eyelash until it fell on a cheek red with the
+slap of human hands--just one salt, bitter, burning tear of Jesus. No
+wonder the rock, the sky, and the cemetery were in consternation when
+He died! No wonder the universe was convulsed! It was the Lord God
+Almighty bursting into tears. Now, suppose that, notwithstanding all
+this, a man can not have any affection for Him. What ought to be done
+with such hard behavior?
+
+It seems to me that there ought to be some chastisement for a man who
+will not love such a Christ. Does it not make your blood tingle to
+think of Jesus coming over the tens of thousands of miles that seem to
+separate God from us, and then to see a man jostle Him out, and push
+Him back, and shut the door in His face, and trample upon His
+entreaties? While you may not be able to rise up to the towering
+excitement of the Apostle in my text, you can at any rate somewhat
+understand his feelings when he cried out: "After all this, 'if a man
+love not the Lord Jesus Christ, let him be Anathema Maranatha.'"
+
+Just look at the injustice of not loving Him. Now, there is nothing
+that excites a man like injustice. You go along the street, and you
+see your little child buffeted, or a ruffian comes and takes a boy's
+hat and throws it into the ditch. You say: "What great meanness, what
+injustice that is!" You can not stand injustice. I remember, in my
+boyhood days, attending a large meeting in Tripler Hall, New York.
+Thousands of people were huzzaing, and the same kind of audiences were
+assembled at the same time in Boston, Edinburgh, and London. Why?
+Because the Madaii family, in Italy, had been robbed of their Bible.
+"A little thing," you say. Ah, that injustice was enough to arouse the
+indignation of a world. But while we are so sensitive about injustice
+as between man and man, how little sensitive we are about injustice
+between man and God. If there ever was a fair and square purchase of
+anything, then Christ purchased us. He paid for us, not in shekels,
+not in ancient coins inscribed with effigies of Hercules, or AEgina's
+tortoise, or lyre of Mitylene, but in two kinds of coin--one red, the
+other glittering--blood and tears! If anything is purchased and paid
+for, ought not the goods to be delivered? If you have bought property
+and given the money, do you not want to come into possession of it?
+"Yes," you say, "I will have it. I bought and paid for it." And you
+will go to law for it, and you will denounce the man as a defrauder.
+Ay, if need be, you will hurl him into jail. You will say: "I am bound
+to get that property. I bought it. I paid for it!"
+
+Now, transpose the case. Suppose Jesus Christ to be the wronged
+purchaser on the one side, and the impenitent soul on the other,
+trying to defraud Him of that which He bought at such an exorbitant
+price, how do you feel about that injustice? How do you feel toward
+that spiritual fraud, turpitude and perfidy? A man with an ardent
+temperament rises and he says that such injustice as between man and
+man is bad enough, but between man and God it is reprehensible and
+intolerable, and he brings his fist down on the pew, and he says: "I
+can stand this injustice no longer. After all this purchase, 'if any
+man love not the Lord Jesus Christ, let him be Anathema Maranatha'!"
+
+I go still further, and show you how suicidal it is for a man not to
+love Christ. If a man gets in trouble, and he can not get out, we have
+only one feeling toward him--sympathy and a desire to help him. If he
+has failed for a vast amount of money, and can not pay more than ten
+cents on a dollar--ay, if he can not pay anything--though his
+creditors may come after him like a pack of hounds, we sympathize with
+him. We go to his store, or house, and we express our condolence. But
+suppose the day before that man failed, William E. Dodge had come into
+his store and said: "My friend, I hear you are in trouble. I have come
+to help you. If ten thousand dollars will see you through your
+perplexity, I have a loan of that amount for you. Here is a check for
+the amount of that loan." Suppose the man said: "With that ten
+thousand dollars I could get through until next spring, and then
+everything will be all right; but, Mr. Dodge, I don't want it; I won't
+take it; I would rather fail than take it; I don't even thank you for
+offering it." Your sympathy for that man would cease immediately. You
+would say: "He had a fair offer; he might have got out; he wants to
+fail; he refuses all help; now let him fail." There is no one in all
+this house who would have any sympathy for that man.
+
+But do not let us be too hasty. Christ hears of our spiritual
+embarrassments, he finds that we are on the very verge of eternal
+defalcation. He finds the law knocking at our door with this dun: "Pay
+me what thou owest."
+
+We do not know which way to turn. Pay? We can not pay a farthing of
+all the millions of obligation. Well, Christ comes in and says: "Here
+is My name; you can use My name. Your name would be worthless, but My
+red handwriting on the back of this obligation will get you through
+anywhere." Now suppose the soul says: "I know I am in debt; I can't
+meet these obligations either in time or eternity; but, oh, Christ, I
+want not Thy help; I ask not Thy rescue. Go away from me." You would
+say: "That man, why, he deserves to die. He had the offer of help; he
+would not take it. He is a free agent; he ought to have what he wants;
+he chooses death rather than life. Ought you not give him freedom of
+choice?" Though awhile ago there was only one ardent man who
+understood the Apostle, now there are hundreds in the house who can
+say, and do say within themselves: "After all this ingratitude, and
+rejection, and obstinacy, 'if any man love not the Lord Jesus Christ,
+let him be Anathema Maranatha.'"
+
+I go a step further, and say it is most cruel for a man not to love
+Jesus. The meanest thing I could do for you would be needlessly to
+hurt your feelings. Sharp words sometimes cut like a dagger. An unkind
+look will sometimes rive like the lightning. An unkind deed may
+overmaster a sensitive spirit, and if you have made up your mind that
+you have done wrong to any one, it does not take you two minutes to
+make up your mind to go and apologize. Now, Christ is a bundle of
+delicacy and sensitiveness. How you have shocked His nerves! How you
+have broken His heart!
+
+Did you, my brother, ever measure the meaning of that one passage:
+"Behold, I stand at the door and knock"? It never came to me as it did
+this morning while I was thinking on this subject. "Behold, I stand at
+the door and knock." Some January day, the thermometer five degrees
+below zero, the wind and sleet beating mercilessly against you, you go
+up the steps of a house where you have a very important errand. You
+knock with one knuckle. No answer. You are very earnest, and you are
+freezing. The next time you knock harder. After awhile with your fist
+you beat against the door. You must get in, but the inmate is careless
+or stubborn, and he does not want you in. Your errand is a failure.
+You go away.
+
+The Lord Jesus Christ comes up on the steps of your heart, and with
+very sore hand he knocks hard at the door of your soul. He is standing
+in the cold blasts of human suffering. He knocks. He says: "Let me in.
+I have come a great way. I have come all the way from Nazareth, from
+Bethlehem, from Golgotha. Let Me in. I am shivering and blue with the
+cold. Let Me in. My feet are bare but for their covering of blood. My
+head is uncovered but for a turban of brambles. By all these wounds of
+foot, and head, and heart, I beg you to let Me in. Oh, I have been
+here a great while, and the night is getting darker. I am faint with
+hunger. I am dying to get in. Oh, lift the latch--shove back the
+bolt! Won't you let Me in? Won't you? 'Behold, I stand at the door and
+knock!'"
+
+But after awhile, my brother, the scene will change. It will be
+another door, but Christ will be on the other side of it. He will be
+on the inside, and the rejected sinner will be on the outside, and the
+sinner will come up and knock at the door, and say: "Let me in, let me
+in. I have come a great way. I came all the way from earth. I am sick
+and dying. Let me in. The merciless storm beats my unsheltered head.
+The wolves of a great night are on my track. Let me in. With both
+fists I beat against this door. Oh, let me in. Oh, Christ, let me in.
+Oh, Holy Ghost, let me in. Oh, God, let me in. Oh, my glorified
+kindred, let me in." No answer save the voice of Christ, who shall
+say: "Sinner, when I stood at your door you would not let Me in, and
+now you are standing at My door, and I can not let you in. The day of
+your grace is past. Officer of the law, seize him." And while the
+arrest is going on, all the myriads of heaven rise on gallery and
+throne, and cry with loud voice, that makes the eternal city quake
+from capstone to foundation, saying: "If any man love not the Lord
+Jesus Christ, let him be Anathema Maranatha."
+
+Sabbath audience in the Brooklyn Tabernacle, and all to whom these
+words shall come on both sides the sea, notice here the tremendous
+alternative: it is not whether you live in Pierrepont Street or
+Carlton Avenue, walk Trafalgar Square or the "Canongate;" nor whether
+your dress shall be black or brown; nor whether you shall be robust
+or an invalid; nor whether you shall live on the banks of the Hudson,
+the Shannon, the Seine, the Thames, the Tiber; but it is a question
+whether you will love Christ or suffer banishment; whether you will
+give yourselves to Him who owns you or fall under the millstone;
+whether you will rise to glories that have no terminus or plunge to a
+depth which has no bottom. I do not see how you can take the
+ten-thousandth part of a second to decide it, when there are two
+worlds fastened at opposite ends of a swivel, and the swivel turns on
+one point, and that point is now, now. Is it not fair that you love
+Him? Is it not right that you love Him? Is it not imperative that you
+love Him? What is it that keeps you from rushing up and throwing the
+arms of your affection about His neck?
+
+My text pronounces Anathema Maranatha upon all those who refuse to
+love Christ. Anathema--cut off. Cut off from light, from hope, from
+peace, from heaven. Oh, sharp, keen, sword-like words! Cut off!
+Everlastingly cut off! Behold, therefore, the goodness and severity of
+God: on them which fell, severity; but toward thee, goodness, if thou
+continue in His goodness; otherwise thou also shalt be cut off.
+Maranatha--that is the other word. "When he comes" is the meaning of
+it.
+
+Will He come? I see no signs of it. I looked into the sky as I rode
+down to church. I saw no signs of the coming. No signal of God's
+appearance. The earth stands solid on its foundation. No cry of
+welcome or of woe. Will He come! He will. Maranatha! Hear it ye
+mountains, and prepare to fall. Ye cities, and prepare to burn. Ye
+righteous, and prepare to reign. Ye wicked, and prepare to die.
+Maranatha! Maranatha!
+
+But, oh, my brother, I am not so aroused by that coming as I am by a
+previous coming, and that is the coming of our death hour, which will
+fix everything for us. I can not help now, while preaching, asking
+myself the question--Am I ready for that? If I am ready for the first
+I will be ready for the next. Are you ready for the emergency? Shall I
+tell you when your death hour will come? "Oh, no," says some one, "I
+don't want to know. I would rather not know." Some one says: "I would
+rather know, if you can tell me." I will tell you. It will be at the
+most unexpected moment, when you are most busy, and when you think you
+can be least spared. I can not exactly say whether it will be in the
+noon, or at the sundown when people are coming home, or in the morning
+when the world is waking up, or while the clock is striking twelve at
+night. But I tell you what I think, that with some of you it will be
+before next Saturday night.
+
+A minister of the Gospel said to an audience: "Before next Sabbath
+some of you will be gone." And a man said during the week: "I shall
+watch now, and if no one dies in our congregation during this week I
+shall go and tell the minister his falsehood." A man standing next to
+him said: "Why, it may be yourself." "Oh, no," he replied; "I shall
+live on to be an old man." That night he breathed his last.
+
+Standing before some who shall be launched into the great eternity,
+what are your equipments? About to jump, where will you land? Oh, the
+subject is overwhelming to me; and when I say these things to you, I
+say them to myself. "Lord, is it I? Is it I?" Some of us part to-night
+never to meet again. If never before, I now here commit my soul into
+the keeping of the Lord Jesus Christ. I throw my sinful heart upon His
+infinite mercy. But some of you will not do that. You will go over to
+the store to-morrow, and your comrades will say: "Where were you
+yesterday?" You will say: "I heard Talmage preach, and I don't believe
+what he preaches." And you will go on and die in your sins.
+
+Feeling that you are bound unto death eternal I solemnly take leave of
+you. Be careful of your health, for when your respiration gives out
+all your good times will have ended. Be careful in walking near a
+scaffold, for one falling brick or stone might usher you into the
+great eternity for which you have no preparation. A few months, or
+weeks, or days, or hours will pass on, and then you will see the last
+light, and hear the last music, and have the last pleasant emotion,
+and a destroyed eternity will rush upon you. Farewell, oh, doomed
+spirit! As you shove off from hope, I wave you this last salutation.
+Oh, it is hard to part forever and forever! I bid you one long, last,
+bitter, eternal adieu!
+
+
+
+
+CASTLE JESUS.
+
+ "Who have fled for refuge."--HEB. vi: 18.
+
+
+Paul is here speaking of the consolations of Christians. He styles
+them these "who have fled for refuge."
+
+Moses established six cities of refuge--three on the east side of the
+river Jordan, and three on the west. When a man had killed any one
+accidentally he fled to one of these cities. The roads leading to them
+were kept perfectly good, so that when a man started for the refuge
+nothing might impede him. Along the cross-roads, and wherever there
+might be any mistake about the way, there were signs put up pointing
+in the right way, with the word "Refuge." Having gained the limits of
+one of these cities the man was safe, and the mothers of the priests
+provided for him.
+
+Some of us have seen our peril, and have fled to Christ, and feel that
+we shall never be captured. We are among those "who have fled for
+refuge." Christ is represented in the Bible as a Tower, a High Rock, a
+Fortress, and a Shelter. If you have seen any of the ancient castles
+of Europe, you know that they are surrounded by trenches, across which
+there is a draw-bridge. If an enemy approach, the people, for defense,
+would get into the castle, have the trenches filled with water, and
+lift up the draw-bridge. Whether to a city of safety, or a tower,
+Paul refers, I know not, and care not, for in any case he means
+Christ, the safety of the soul.
+
+But why talk of refuge? Who needs it, if the refuge spoken of be a
+city or a castle, into which men fly for safety? It is all sunlight
+here. No sound of war in our streets. We do not hear the rush of armed
+men against the doors of our dwellings. We do not come with weapons to
+church. Our lives are not at the mercy of an assassin. Why, then, talk
+of refuge?
+
+Alas! I stand before a company of imperiled men. No flock of sheep was
+ever so threatened or endangered of a pack of wolves; no ship was ever
+so beaten of a storm; no company of men were ever so environed of a
+band of savages. A refuge you must have, or fall before an
+all-devouring destruction. There are not so many serpents in Africa;
+there are not so many hyenas in Asia; there are not so many panthers
+in the forest, as there are transgressions attacking my soul. I will
+take the best unregenerated man anywhere, and say to him, You are
+utterly corrupt. If all the sins of your past life were marshaled in
+single file, they would reach from here to hell. If you have escaped
+all other sins, the fact that you have rejected the mission of the Son
+of God is enough to condemn you forever, pushing you off into
+bottomless darkness, struck by ten thousand hissing thunder-bolts of
+Omnipotent wrath.
+
+You are a sinner. The Bible says it, and your conscience affirms it.
+Not a small sinner, or a moderate sinner, or a tolerable sinner, but a
+great sinner, a protracted sinner, a vile sinner, an outrageous
+sinner, a condemned sinner. As God, with His all-scrutinizing gaze,
+looks upon you to-day, He can not find one sound spot in your soul.
+Sin has put scales on your eyes, and deadened your ear with an awful
+deafness, and palsied your right arm, and stunned your sensibilities,
+and blasted you with an infinite blasting. The Bible, which you admit
+to be true, affirms that you are diseased from the crown of your head
+to the sole of your foot. You are unclean; you are a leper. Believe
+not me, but believe God's Word, that over and over again announces, in
+language that a fool might understand, the total and complete
+depravity of the unchanged heart: "The heart is deceitful above all
+things, and desperately wicked."
+
+In addition to the sins of your life there are uncounted troubles in
+pursuit of you. Bereavements, losses, disappointments are a flock of
+vultures ever on the wing. Did you get your house built, and
+furnished, and made comfortable any sooner than misfortune came in
+without knocking, and sat beside you--a skeleton apparition? Have not
+pains shot their poisoned arrows, and fevers kindled their fire in
+your brain? Many of you, for years, have walked on burning marl. You
+stepped out of one disaster into another. You may, like Job, have
+cursed the day in which you were born. This world boils over with
+trouble for you, and you are wondering where the next grave will gape,
+and where the next storm will burst. Oh, ye pursued, sinning, dying,
+troubled, exhausted souls, are you not ready now to hear me while I
+tell you of Christ, the Refuge?
+
+A soldier, during the war, heard of the sickness of his wife and
+asked for a furlough. It was denied him, and he ran away. He was
+caught, brought back, and sentenced to be shot as a deserter. The
+officer took from his pocket a document that announced his death on
+the following morning. As the document was read, the man flinched not
+and showed no sorrow or anxiety. But the officer then took from his
+pocket another document that contained the prisoner's pardon. Then he
+broke down with deep emotion at the thought of the leniency that had
+been extended. Though you may not appear moved while I tell you of the
+law that thundered its condemnation, while I tell you of the pardon
+and the peace of the Gospel I wonder if they will not overcome you.
+
+Jesus is a safe refuge. Fort Hudson, Fort Pulaski, Fort Moultrie, Fort
+Sumter, Gibraltar, Sebastopol were taken. But Jesus is a castle into
+which the righteous runneth and is safe. No battering-ram can demolish
+its wall. No sappers or miners can explode its ramparts, no storm-bolt
+of perdition leap upon its towers. The weapons that guard this fort
+are omnipotent. Hell shall unlimber its great guns as death only to
+have them dismantled. In Christ our sins are pardoned, discomforted,
+blotted out, forgiven. An ocean can not so easily drown a fly as the
+ocean of God's forgiveness swallow up, utterly and forever, our
+transgressions. He is able to save unto the uttermost.
+
+You who have been so often overcome in a hand-to-hand fight with the
+world, the flesh, and devil, try this fortress. Once here, you are
+safe forever. Satan may charge up the steep, and shout amid the uproar
+of the fight, Forward, to his battalions of darkness; but you will
+stand in the might of the great God, your Redeemer, safe in the
+refuge. The troubles of life, that once overwhelmed you, may come on
+with their long wagon-trains laden with care and worryment; and you
+may hear in their tramp the bereavements that once broke your heart;
+but Christ is your friend, Christ your sympathizer, Christ your
+reward. Safe in the refuge!
+
+Death at last may lay the siege to your spirit, and the shadows of the
+sepulcher may shake their horrors in the breeze, and the hoarse howl
+of the night wind may be mingled with the cry of despair, yet you will
+shout in triumph from the ramparts, and the pale horse shall be hurled
+back on his haunches. Safe in the refuge! To this castle I fly. This
+last fire shall but illumine its towers; and the rolling thunders of
+the judgment will be the salvo of its victory.
+
+Just after Queen Victoria had been crowned--she being only nineteen or
+twenty years of age--Wellington handed her a death-warrant for her
+signature. It was to take the life of a soldier in the army. She said
+to Wellington: "Can there nothing good be said of this man?" He said:
+"No; he is a bad soldier, and deserves to die." She took up the
+death-warrant, and it trembled in her hand as she again asked: "Does
+no one know anything good of this man?" Wellington said: "I have heard
+that at his trial a man said that he had been a good son to his old
+mother." "Then let his life be spared," said the queen, and she
+ordered his sentence commuted.
+
+Christ is on a throne of grace. Our case is brought before him. The
+question is asked: "Is there any good about this man?" The law says:
+"None." Justice says: "None." Our own conscience says: "None."
+Nevertheless, Christ hands over our pardon, and asks us to take it.
+Oh, the height and depth, the length and breadth of his mercy!
+
+Again, Christ is a near refuge. When we are attacked, what advantage
+is there in having a fortress on the other side of the mountain? Many
+an army has had an intrenchment, but could not get to it before the
+battle opened. Blessed be God, it is no long march to our castle. We
+may get off, with all our troops, from the worst earthly defeat in
+this stronghold. In a moment we may step from the battle into the
+tower. I sing of a Saviour near.
+
+During the late war the forts of the North were named after the
+Northern generals, and the forts of the South were named after the
+Southern generals. This fortress of our soul I shall call Castle
+Jesus. I have seen men pursued of sins that chased them with feet of
+lightning, and yet with one glad leap they bounded into the tower. I
+have seen troubles, with more than the speed and terror of a cavalry
+troop, dash after a retreating soul, yet were hurled back in defeat
+from the bulwarks. Jesus near! A child's cry, a prisoner's prayer, a
+sailor's death-shriek, a pauper's moan reaches him. No pilgrimages on
+spikes. No journeying with a huge pack on your back. No kneeling in
+penance in cold vestibule of mercy. But an open door! A compassionate
+Saviour! A present salvation! A near refuge! Castle Jesus!
+
+Oh, why do you not put out your arm and reach it? Why do you not fly
+to it? Why be riddled, and shelled, and consumed under the rattling
+bombardment of perdition, when one moment's faith would plant you in
+the glorious refuge? I preach a Jesus here; a Jesus now; a fountain
+close to your feet; a fiery pillar right over your head; bread already
+broken for your hunger; a crown already gleaming for your brow. Hark
+to the castle gates rattling back for your entrance! Hear you not the
+welcome of those who have fled for refuge to lay hold upon the hope
+set before us?
+
+Again, it is a universal refuge. A fortress is seldom large enough to
+hold a whole army. I look out upon fourteen hundred millions of the
+race; and then I look at this fortress, and I say that there is room
+enough for all. If it had been possible, this salvation would have
+been monopolized. Men would have said: "Let us have all this to
+ourselves--no publicans, no plebeians, no lazzaroni, no converted
+pickpockets. We will ride toward heaven on fierce chargers, our feet
+in golden stirrups. Grace for lords, and dukes, and duchesses, and
+counts. Let Napoleon and his marshals come in, but not the common
+soldier that fought under him. Let the Girards and the Barings come
+in, but not the stevedores that unloaded their cargoes, or the men who
+kept their books." Heaven would have been a glorified Windsor Castle,
+or Tuileries, or Vatican; and exclusive aristocrats would have
+strutted through the golden streets to all eternity.
+
+Thank God, there is mercy for the poor! The great Doctor John Mason
+preached over a hundred times the same sermon; and the text was: "To
+the poor the Gospel is preached." Lazarus went up, while Dives went
+down; and there are candidates for Imperial splendors in the back
+alley, and by the peat-fire of the Irish shanty. King Jesus set up His
+throne in a manger, and made a resurrection day for the poor widow of
+Nain, and sprung the gate of heaven wide open, so that all the
+beggars, and thieves, and scoundrels of the universe may come in if
+they will only repent. I can snatch the knife from the murderer's hand
+while it is yet dripping with the blood of his victim, and tell him of
+the grace that is sufficient to pardon his soul. Do you say that I
+swing open the gate of heaven too far? I swing it open no wider than
+Christ, when He says: "Whosoever will, let him come." Don't you want
+to go in with such a rabble? Then you can stay out.
+
+The whole world will yet come into this refuge. The windows of heaven
+will be opened; God's trumpet of salvation will sound, and China will
+come from its tea-fields and rice-harvests, and lift itself up into
+the light. India will come forth, the chariots of salvation jostling
+to pieces her Juggernauts. Freezing Greenland, and sweltering
+Abyssinia, will, side by side, press into the kingdom; and transformed
+Bornesian cannibal preach of the resurrection of the missionary he has
+slain. The glory of Calvary will tinge the tip of the Pyrenees; and
+Lebanon cedars shall clap their hands; and by one swing of the sickle
+Christ shall harvest nations for the skies.
+
+I sing a world redeemed. In the rush of the winds that set the forest
+in motion, like giants wrestling on the hills, I see the tossing up of
+the triumphal branches that shall wave all along the line of our King
+as He comes to take empire. In the stormy diapason of the ocean's
+organ, and the more gentle strains that in the calm come sounding up
+from the crystal and jasper keys at the beach, I hear the prophecy:
+"The earth shall be filled with the knowledge of God as the waters
+fill the sea."
+
+The gospel morning will come like the natural morning. At first it
+seems only like another hue of the night. Then a pallor strikes
+through the sky, as though a company of ministering spirits, pale with
+tedious watching through the night, had turned in their flight upward
+to look back upon the earth. Then a faint glow of fire, as though on a
+barren beach a wrecked mariner was kindling a flickering flame. Then
+chariots and horses of fire racing up and down the heavens; then
+perfect day: "Who is she that cometh forth as the morning?"
+
+Come in, black Hottentot and snow-white Caucasian, come in, mitered
+official and diseased beggar; let all the world come in. Room in
+Castle Jesus! Sound it through all lands; sound it by all tongues. Let
+sermons preach it, and bells chime it, and pencils sketch it, and
+processions celebrate it, and bells ring it: Room in Castle Jesus!
+
+Again, Christ is the only refuge. If you were very sick, and there was
+only one medicine that would cure you, how anxious you would be to get
+that medicine. If you were in a storm at sea, and you found that the
+ship could not weather it, and there was only one harbor, how anxious
+you would be to get into that harbor. Oh, sin-sick soul, Christ is the
+only medicine; oh, storm-tossed soul, Christ is the only harbor. Need
+I tell a cultured audience like this that there is no other name given
+among men by which ye can be saved? That if you want the handcuffs
+knocked from your wrists, and the hopples from your feet, and the icy
+bands from your heart, there is just one Almighty arm in all the
+universe to do everything? There are other fortresses to which you
+might fly, and other ramparts behind which you might hide, but God
+will cut to pieces, with the hail of His vengeance, all these refuges
+of lies.
+
+Some of you are foundering in terrible Euroclydon. Hark to the howling
+of the gale, and the splintering of the spars, and the starting of the
+timbers, and the breaking of the billow, clear across the hurricane
+deck. Down she goes! Into the life-boat! Quick! One boat! One shore!
+One oarsman! One salvation! You are polluted; there is but one well at
+which you can wash clean. You are enslaved; there is but one
+proclamation that can emancipate. You are blind; there is but one
+salve that can kindle your vision. You are dead; there is but one
+trumpet that can burst the grave.
+
+I have seen men come near the refuge but not make entrance. They came
+up, and fronted the gate, and looked in, but passed on, and passed
+down; and they will curse their folly through all eternity, that they
+despised the only refuge. Oh! forget everything else I have said, if
+you will but remember that there is but one atonement, one sacrifice,
+one justification, one faith, one hope, one Jesus, one refuge. There
+is that old Christian. Many a scar on his face tells where trouble
+lacerated him. He has fought with wild beasts at Ephesus. He has had
+enough misfortune to shadow his countenance with perpetual despair.
+Yet he is full of hope. Has he found any new elixir? "No," he says; "I
+have found Jesus the refuge."
+
+Christ is our only defense at the last. John Holland, in his
+concluding moment, swept his hand over the Bible, and said: "Come, let
+us gather a few flowers from this garden." As it was even-time he said
+to his wife: "Have you lighted the candles?" "No," she said; "we have
+not lighted the candles." "Then," said he, "it must be the brightness
+of the face of Jesus that I see."
+
+Ask that dying Christian woman the source of her comfort. Why that
+supernatural glow on the curtains of the death-chamber; and the
+tossing out of one hand, as if to wave the triumph, and the reaching
+up of the other, as if to take a crown? Hosanna on the tongue. Glory
+beaming from the forehead. Heaven in the eyes. Spirit departing. Wings
+to bear it. Anthems to charm it. Open the gates to receive it.
+Hallelujah! Speak, dying Christian--what light do you see? What sounds
+do you hear? The thin lips part. The pale hand is lifted. She says:
+"Jesus the refuge!" Let all in the death-chamber stop weeping now.
+Celebrate the triumph. Take up a song. Clap your hands. Shout it.
+Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
+
+But this refuge will be of no worth to you unless you lay hold of it.
+The time will come when you will wish that you had done so. It will
+come soon. At an unexpected moment it will come. The castle bridge
+will be drawn up and the fortress closed. When you see this
+discomfiture, and look back, and look up at the storm gathering, and
+the billowy darkness of death has rolled upon the sheeted flash of
+the storm, you will discover the utter desolation of those who are
+outside of the refuge.
+
+What you propose to do in this matter you had better do right away. A
+mistake this morning may never be corrected. Jesus, the Great Captain
+of salvation, puts forth his wounded hand to-day to cheer you on the
+race to heaven. If you despise it, the ghastliest vision that will
+haunt the eternal darkness of your soul will be the gaping, bleeding
+wounds of the dying Redeemer.
+
+Jesus is to be crucified to-day. Think not of it as a day that is
+past. He comes before you to-day weary and worn. Here is the cross,
+and here is the victim. But there are no nails, and there are no
+thorns, and there are no hammers. Who will furnish these? A man out
+yonder says: "I will furnish with my sins the nails!" Now we have the
+cross, and the victim, and the nails. But we have no thorns. Who will
+furnish the thorns? A man in the audience says: "With my sins I will
+furnish the thorns!" Now we have the cross, the victim, the nails, and
+the thorns. But we have no hammers. Who will furnish the hammers? A
+voice in the audience says: "My hard heart shall be the hammer!"
+Everything is ready now. The crucifixion goes out! See Jesus dying!
+"Behold the Lamb of God, that taketh away the sins of the world."
+
+
+
+
+STRIPPING THE SLAIN.
+
+ "And it came to pass on the morrow, when the Philistines came
+ to strip the slain, that they found Saul and his three sons
+ fallen in Mount Gilboa."--I. SAM. xxxi: 8.
+
+
+Some of you were at South Mountain, or Shiloh, or Ball's Bluff, or
+Gettysburg, and I ask you if there is any sadder sight than a
+battle-field after the guns have stopped firing? I walked across the
+field of Antietam just after the conflict. The scene was so sickening
+I shall not describe it. Every valuable thing had been taken from the
+bodies of the dead, for there are always vultures hovering over and
+around about an army, and they pick up the watches, and the memorandum
+books, and the letters, and the daguerreotypes, and the hats, and the
+coats, applying them to their own uses. The dead make no resistance.
+So there are always camp followers going on and after an army, as when
+Scott went down into Mexico, as when Napoleon marched up toward
+Moscow, as when Von Moltke went to Sedan. There is a similar scene in
+my text.
+
+Saul and his army had been horribly cut to pieces. Mount Gilboa was
+ghastly with the dead. On the morrow the stragglers came on to the
+field, and they lifted the latchet of the helmet from under the chin
+of the dead, and they picked up the swords and bent them on their
+knee to test the temper of the metal, and they opened the wallets and
+counted the coin. Saul lay dead along the ground, eight or nine feet
+in length, and I suppose the cowardly Philistines, to show their
+bravery, leaped upon the trunk of his carcass, and jeered at the
+fallen slain, and whistled through the mouth of the helmet. Before
+night those cormorants had taken everything valuable from the field:
+"And it came to pass on the morrow, when the Philistines came to strip
+the slain, that they found Saul and his three sons fallen in Mount
+Gilboa."
+
+Before I get through to-day I will show you that the same process is
+going on all the world over, and every day, and that when men have
+fallen, Satan and the world, so far from pitying them or helping them,
+go to work remorselessly to take what little is left, thus stripping
+the slain.
+
+There are tens of thousands of young men every year coming from the
+country to our great cities. They come with brave hearts and grand
+expectations. They think they will be Rufus Choates in the law, or
+Drapers in chemistry, or A.T. Stewarts in merchandise. The country
+lads sit down in the village grocery, with their feet on the iron rod
+around the red-hot stove, in the evening, talking over the prospects
+of the young man who has gone off to the city. Two or three of them
+think that perhaps he may get along very well and succeed, but the
+most of them prophesy failure; for it is very hard to think that those
+whom we knew in boyhood will ever make any stir in the world.
+
+But our young man has a fine position in a dry-goods store. The month
+is over. He gets his wages. He is not accustomed to have so much money
+belonging to himself. He is a little excited, and does not know
+exactly what to do with it, and he spends it in some places where he
+ought not. Soon there come up new companions and acquaintances from
+the bar-rooms and the saloons of the city. Soon that young man begins
+to waver in the battle of temptation, and soon his soul goes down. In
+a few months, or few years, he has fallen. He is morally dead. He is a
+mere corpse of what he once was. The harpies of sin snuff up the taint
+and come on the field. His garments gradually give out. He has pawned
+his watch. His health is failing him. His credit perishes. He is too
+poor to stay in the city, and he is too poor to pay his way home to
+the country. Down! down! Why do the low fellows of the city now stick
+to him so closely? Is it to help him back to a moral and spiritual
+life? Oh, no! I will tell you why they stay; they are the Philistines
+stripping the slain.
+
+Do not look where I point, but yonder stands a man who once had a
+beautiful home in this city. His house had elegant furniture, his
+children were beautifully clad, his name was synonymous with honor and
+usefulness; but evil habit knocked at his front door, knocked at his
+back door, knocked at his parlor door, knocked at his bedroom door.
+Where is the piano? Sold to pay the rent. Where is the hat-rack? Sold
+to meet the butcher's bill. Where are the carpets? Sold to get bread.
+Where is the wardrobe? Sold to get rum. Where are the daughters?
+Working their fingers off in trying to keep the family together.
+Worse and worse, until everything is gone. Who is that going up the
+front steps of that house? That is a creditor, hoping to find some
+chair or bed that has not been levied upon. Who are those two
+gentlemen now going up the front steps? The one is a constable, the
+other is the sheriff. Why do they go there? The unfortunate is morally
+dead, socially dead, financially dead. Why do they go there? I will
+tell you why the creditors, and the constables, and the sheriffs go
+there. They are, some on their own account, and some on account of the
+law, stripping the slain.
+
+An ex-member of Congress, one of the most eloquent men that ever stood
+in the House of Representatives, said in his last moments: "This is
+the end. I am dying--dying on a borrowed bed, covered by a borrowed
+sheet, in a house built by public charity. Bury me under that tree in
+the middle of the field, where I shall not be crowded, for I have been
+crowded all my life." Where were the jolly politicians and the
+dissipating comrades who had been with him, laughing at his jokes,
+applauding his eloquence, and plunging him into sin? They have left.
+Why? His money is gone, his reputation is gone, his wit is gone, his
+clothes are gone, everything is gone. Why should they stay any longer?
+They have completed their work. They have stripped the slain.
+
+There is another way, however, of doing that same work. Here is a man
+who, through his sin, is prostrate. He acknowledges that he has done
+wrong. Now is the time for you to go to that man and say: "Thousands
+of people have been as far astray as you are, and got back." Now is
+the time for you to go to that man and tell him of the omnipotent
+grace of God, that is sufficient for any poor soul. Now is the time to
+go to tell him how swearing John Bunyan, through the grace of God,
+afterward came to the celestial city. Now is the time to go to that
+man and tell him how profligate Newton came, through conversion, to be
+a world-renowned preacher of righteousness. Now is the time to tell
+that man that multitudes who have been pounded with all the flails of
+sin and dragged through all the sewers of pollution at last have risen
+to positive dominion of moral power.
+
+You do not tell him that, do you? No. You say to him: "Loan you money?
+No. You are down. You will have to go to the dogs. Lend you a
+shilling? I would not lend you five cents to keep you from the
+gallows. You are debauched! Get out of my sight, now! Down; you will
+have to stay down!" And thus those bruised and battered men are
+sometimes accosted by those who ought to lift them up. Thus the last
+vestige of hope is taken from them. Thus those who ought to go and
+lift and save them are guilty of stripping the slain.
+
+The point I want to make is this: sin is hard, cruel, and merciless.
+Instead of helping a man up it helps him down; and when, like Saul and
+his comrades, you lie on the field, it will come and steal your sword
+and helmet and shield, leaving you to the jackal and the crow.
+
+But the world and Satan do not do all their work with the outcast and
+abandoned. A respectable, impenitent man comes to die. He is flat on
+his back. He could not get up if the house were on fire. Adroitest
+medical skill and gentlest nursing have been a failure. He has come to
+his last hour. What does Satan do for such a man? Why, he fetches up
+all the inapt, disagreeable, and harrowing things in his life. He
+says: "Do you remember those chances you had for heaven, and missed
+them? Do you remember all those lapses in conduct? Do you remember all
+those opprobrious words and thoughts and actions? Don't remember them,
+eh? I'll make you remember them." And then he takes all the past and
+empties it on that death-bed, as the mail-bags are emptied on the
+post-office floor. The man is sick. He can not get away from them.
+
+Then the man says to Satan: "You have deceived me. You told me that
+all would be well. You said there would be no trouble at the last. You
+told me if I did so and so, you would do so and so. Now you corner me,
+and hedge me up, and submerge me in everything evil." "Ha! ha!" says
+Satan, "I was only fooling you. It is mirth for me to see you suffer.
+I have been for thirty years plotting to get you just where you are.
+It is hard for you now--it will be worse for you after awhile. It
+pleases me. Lie still, sir. Don't flinch or shudder. Come now, I will
+tear off from you the last rag of expectation. I will rend away from
+your soul the last hope. I will leave you bare for the beating of the
+storm. It is my business to strip the slain."
+
+While men are in robust health, and their digestion is good, and their
+nerves are strong, they think their physical strength will get them
+safely through the last exigency. They say it is only cowardly women
+who are afraid at the last, and cry out for God. "Wait till I come to
+die. I will show you. You won't hear me pray, nor call for a minister,
+nor want a chapter read me from the Bible." But after the man has been
+three weeks in a sick-room his nerves are not so steady, and his
+worldly companions are not anywhere near to cheer him up, and he is
+persuaded that he must quit life: his physical courage is all gone.
+
+He jumps at the fall of a teaspoon in a saucer. He shivers at the idea
+of going away. He says: "Wife, I don't think my infidelity is going to
+take me through. For God's sake don't bring up the children to do as I
+have done. If you feel like it, I wish you would read a verse or two
+out of Fannie's Sabbath-school hymn-book or New Testament." But Satan
+breaks in, and says: "You have always thought religion trash and a
+lie; don't give up at the last. Besides that, you can not, in the hour
+you have to live, get off on that track. Die as you lived. With my
+great black wings I shut out that light. Die in darkness. I rend away
+from you that last vestige of hope. It is my business to strip the
+slain."
+
+A man who had rejected Christianity and thought it all trash, came to
+die. He was in the sweat of a great agony, and his wife said: "We had
+better have some prayer." "Mary, not a breath of that," he said. "The
+lightest word of prayer would roll back on me like rocks on a drowning
+man. I have come to the hour of test. I had a chance, and I forfeited
+it. I believed in a liar, and he has left me in the lurch. Mary, bring
+me Tom Paine, that book that I swore by and lived by, and pitch it in
+the fire, and let it burn and burn as I myself shall soon burn." And
+then, with the foam on his lip and his hands tossing wildly in the
+air, he cried out: "Blackness of darkness! Oh, my God, too late!" And
+the spirits of darkness whistled up from the depth, and wheeled around
+and around him, stripping the slain.
+
+Sin is a luxury now; it is exhilaration now; it is victory now. But
+after awhile it is collision; it is defeat; it is extermination; it is
+jackalism; it is robbing the dead; it is stripping the slain. Give it
+up to-day--give it up! Oh, how you have been cheated on, my brother,
+from one thing to another! All these years you have been under an evil
+mastery that you understood not. What have your companions done for
+you? What have they done for your health? Nearly ruined it by
+carousal. What have they done for your fortune? Almost scattered it by
+spendthrift behavior. What have they done for your reputation? Almost
+ruined it with good men. What have they done for your immortal soul?
+Almost insured its overthrow.
+
+You are hastening on toward the consummation of all that is sad.
+To-day you stop and think, but it is only for a moment, and then you
+will tramp on, and at the close of this service you will go out, and
+the question will be: "How did you like the sermon?" And one man will
+say: "I liked it very well," and another man will say: "I didn't like
+it at all;" but neither of the answers will touch the tremendous fact
+that, if impenitent, you are going at eighteen knots an hour toward
+shipwreck! Yea, you are in a battle where you will fall; and while
+your surviving relatives will take your remaining estate, and the
+cemetery will take your body, the messengers of darkness will take
+your soul, and come and go about you for the next ten million years,
+stripping the slain.
+
+Many are crying out: "I admit I am slain, I admit it!" On what
+battle-field, my brothers? By what weapon? "Polluted imagination,"
+says one man; "Intoxicating liquor," says another man; "My own hard
+heart," says another man. Do you realize this? Then I come to tell you
+that the omnipotent Christ is ready to walk across this battle-field,
+and revive, and resuscitate, and resurrect your dead soul. Let Him
+take your hand and rub away the numbness; your head, and bathe off the
+aching; your heart, and stop its wild throb. He brought Lazarus to
+life; He brought Jairus' daughter to life; He brought the young man of
+Nain to life, and these are three proofs anyhow that he can bring you
+to life.
+
+When the Philistines came down on the field, they stepped between the
+corpses, and they rolled over the dead, and they took away everything
+that was valuable; and so it was with the people that followed after
+our army at Chancellorsville, and at Pittsburg Landing, and at Stone
+River, and at Atlanta, stripping the slain; but the Northern and
+Southern women--God bless them!--came on the field with basins, and
+pads, and towels, and lint, and cordials, and Christian encouragement;
+and the poor fellows that lay there lifted up their arms and said:
+"Oh, how good that does feel since you dressed it!" and others looked
+up and said: "Oh, how you make me think of my mother!" and others
+said: "Tell the folks at home I died thinking about them;" and another
+looked up and said: "Miss, won't you sing me a verse of 'Home, Sweet
+Home,' before I die?" And then the tattoo was sounded, and the hats
+were off, and the service was read: "I am the resurrection and the
+life;" and in honor of the departed the muskets were loaded, and the
+command given: "Take aim--fire!" And there was a shingle set up at the
+head of the grave, with the epitaph of "Lieutenant ---- in the
+Fourteenth Massachusetts Regulars," or "Captain ---- in the Fifteenth
+Regiment of South Carolina Volunteers." And so to-night, across this
+great field of moral and spiritual battle, the angels of God come
+walking among the slain, and there are voices of comfort, and voices
+of hope, and voices of resurrection, and voices of heaven.
+
+Christ is ready to give life to the dead. He will make the deaf ear to
+hear, the blind eye to see, the pulseless heart to beat, and the damp
+walls of your spiritual charnel-house will crash into ruin at His cry:
+"Come forth!" I verily believe there are souls in this house who are
+now dead in sin, who in half an hour will be alive forever. There was
+a thrilling dream, a glorious dream--you may have heard of it. Ezekiel
+closed his eyes, and he saw two mountains, and a valley between the
+mountains. That valley looked as though there had been a great battle
+there, and a whole army had been slain, and they had been unburied;
+and the heat of the land, and the vultures coming there, soon the
+bones were exposed to the sun, and they looked like thousands of
+snow-drifts all through the valley. Frightful spectacle! The bleaching
+skeletons of a host!
+
+But Ezekiel still kept his eyes shut; and lo! there were four
+currents of wind that struck the battle-field, and when those four
+currents of wind met, the bones began to rattle; and the foot came to
+the ankle, and the hand came to the wrist, and the jaws clashed
+together, and the spinal column gathered up the ganglions and the
+nervous fiber, and all the valley wriggled and writhed, and throbbed,
+and rocked, and rose up. There, a man coming to life. There, a hundred
+men. There, a thousand; and all falling into line, waiting for the
+shout of their commander. Ten thousand bleached skeletons springing up
+into ten thousand warriors, panting for the fray. I hope that instead
+of being a dream it may be a prophecy of what we shall see here
+to-day. Let this north wall be one of the mountains, and the south
+wall be taken for another of the mountains, and let all the aisles and
+the pews be the valley between, for there are thousands here to-day
+without one pulsation of spiritual life.
+
+I look off in one direction, and they are dead. I look off in another
+direction, and they are dead. Who will bring them to life? Who shall
+rouse them up? If I should halloo at the top of my voice I could not
+wake them. Wait a moment! Listen! There is a rustling. There is a gale
+from heaven. It comes from the north, and from the south, and from the
+east, and from the west. It shuts us in. It blows upon the slain.
+There a soul begins to move in spiritual life; there, ten souls;
+there, a score of souls; there, a hundred souls. The nostrils
+throbbing in divine respiration, the hands lifted as though to take
+hold of heaven, the tongue moving as in prayer and adoration. Life!
+immortal life coming into the slain. Ten men for God--fifty--a
+hundred--a regiment--an army for God! Oh, that we might have such a
+scene here to-day! In Ezekiel's words, and in almost a frenzy of
+prayer, I cry: "Come from the four winds, O Breath! and breathe upon
+the slain."
+
+You will have to surrender your heart to-day to God. You can not take
+the responsibility of fighting against the Spirit in this crisis which
+will decide whether you are to go to heaven or to hell--to join the
+hallelujahs of the saved, or the lamentations of the lost. You must
+pray. You must repent. You must this day fling your sinful soul on the
+pardoning mercy of God. You must! I see your resolution against God
+giving way, your determination wavering. I break through the breach in
+the wall and follow up the advantage gained, hoping to rout your last
+opposition to Christ, and to make you "ground arms" at the feet of the
+Divine Conqueror. Oh, you must! You must!
+
+The moon does not ask the tides of the Atlantic Ocean to rise. It only
+stoops down with two great hands of light, the one at the European
+beach, and the other at the American beach, and then lifts the great
+layer of molten silver. And God, it seems to me, is now going to lift
+this audience to newness of life. Do you not feel the swellings of the
+great oceanic tides of Divine mercy? My heart is in anguish to have
+you saved. For this I pray, and preach, and long, glad to be called a
+fool for Christ's sake, and your salvation.
+
+Some one replies: "Dear me, I do wish I could have these matters
+arranged with my God. I want to be saved. God knows I want to be
+saved; but you stand there talking about this matter, and you don't
+show me how." My dear brother, the work has all been done. Christ did
+it with His own torn hand, and lacerated foot, and bleeding side. He
+took your place, and died your death, if you will only believe
+it--only accept Him as your substitute.
+
+What an amazing pity that any man should go from this house unblessed,
+when such a large blessing is offered him at less cost than you would
+pay for a pin--"without money and without price." I have driven down
+to-day with the Lord's ambulance to the battle-field where your soul
+lies exposed to the darkness and the storm, and I want to lift you in,
+and drive off with you toward heaven. Oh, Christians, by your prayers
+help to lift these wounded souls into the ambulance! God forbid that
+any should be left on the field, and that at last eternal sorrow, and
+remorse, and despair should come up around their soul like the bandit
+Philistines to the field of Gilboa, stripping the slain.
+
+
+
+
+SOLD OUT.
+
+ "Ye have sold yourselves for nought; and ye shall be redeemed
+ without money."--ISA. lii: 3.
+
+
+The Jews had gone headlong into sin, and as a punishment they had been
+carried captive to Babylon. They found that iniquity did not pay.
+Cyrus seized Babylon, and felt so sorry for these poor captive Jews
+that, without a dollar of compensation, he let them go home. So that,
+literally, my text was fulfilled: "Ye have sold yourselves for nought;
+and ye shall be redeemed without money."
+
+There is enough Gospel in this text for fifty sermons; though I never
+heard of its being preached on. There are persons in this house who
+have, like the Jews of the text, sold out. You do not seem to belong
+either to yourselves or to God. The title-deeds have been passed over
+to "the world, the flesh, and the devil," but the purchaser has never
+paid up. "Ye have sold yourselves for nought."
+
+When a man passes himself over to the world he expects to get some
+adequate compensation. He has heard the great things that the world
+does for a man, and he believes it. He wants two hundred and fifty
+thousand dollars. That will be horses, and houses, and a
+summer-resort, and jolly companionship. To get it he parts with his
+physical health by overwork. He parts with his conscience. He parts
+with much domestic enjoyment. He parts with opportunities 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 his nature is gone. He pays down
+the second installment, and one half of his nature is gone. He pays
+down the third installment, and three quarters of his nature are gone;
+and after many years have gone by he pays down the fourth installment,
+and, lo! his entire nature is gone. Then he comes up to the world and
+says: "Good-morning. I have delivered to you the goods. I have passed
+over to you my body, my mind, and my soul, and I have come now to
+collect the two hundred and fifty thousand dollars." "Two hundred 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 now
+to fulfill your part of the contract." "But," says the world, "_I have
+failed. I am bankrupt._ I can not possibly pay that debt. I have not
+for a long while expected to pay it." "Well," you then say, "give me
+back the goods." "Oh, no," says the world, "they are all gone. I can
+not give them back to you." And there you stand on the confines of
+eternity, your spiritual character gone, staggering under the
+consideration that "you have sold yourself for nought."
+
+I tell you the world is a liar; it does not keep its promises. It is a
+cheat, and it fleeces everything it can put its hands on. It is a
+bogus world. It is a six-thousand-year-old swindle. Even if it pays
+the two hundred and fifty thousand dollars for which you contracted,
+it pays them in bonds that will not be worth anything in a little
+while. Just as a man may pay down ten thousand dollars in hard cash
+and get 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 a farthing to you a thousandth part of a second after you are
+dead. "Oh," you say, "it will help to bury me, anyhow." Oh, my
+brother! you need not worry about that. The world will bury you soon
+enough, from sanitary considerations. After you have been deceased for
+three or four days you will compel the world to bury you.
+
+Post-mortem emoluments are of no use to you. The treasures of this
+world will not pass current in the future world; and if all the 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 not do it. There 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 no cotton in
+them, as to go to this world expecting to find any permanent
+happiness. It has deceived and deluded every man that has ever put his
+trust in it.
+
+History tells us of one who resolved that he would have all his senses
+gratified at one and the same time, and he expended thousands of
+dollars on each sense. He entered a room, and there were the first
+musicians of the land pleasing his ear, and there were fine pictures
+fascinating his eye, and there were costly aromatics regaling his
+nostril, and there were the richest meats, and wines, and fruits, and
+confections pleasing the appetite, and there was a soft couch of
+sinful indulgence on which he reclined; and the man declared afterward
+that he would give ten times what he had given if he could have one
+week of such enjoyment, even though he lost his soul by it. Ah! that
+was the rub. He did lose his soul by it! Cyrus the Conqueror thought
+for a little while that he was making a fine thing out of this world,
+and yet before he came to his grave he wrote out this pitiful epitaph
+for his monument: "I am Cyrus. I occupied the Persian Empire. I was
+king over Asia. Begrudge me not this monument." But 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, thinking I am happy,
+but feeling I am not." Call the roll, and be quick about it. Samuel
+Johnson, the learned! Happy? "No. I am afraid I shall some day get
+crazy." William Hazlitt, the great essayist! Happy? "No. I have been
+for two hours and a half going up and down Paternoster Row with a
+volcano in my breast." Smollett, the witty author! Happy? "No. I am
+sick of praise and blame, and I wish to God that I 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. for protection! Happy? "No. Over mountains
+covered with snow, and through valleys flooded with rain, I come a
+fugitive." Moliere, the popular dramatic author! Happy? "No. That
+wretch of an actor just now recited four of my lines without the
+proper accent and gesture. To have the children of my brain so hung,
+drawn, and quartered, tortures me like a condemned spirit."
+
+I went to see a worldling die. As I went into the hall I saw its floor
+was tessellated, and its wall was a picture-gallery. I found his
+death-chamber adorned with tapestry until it seemed as if the clouds
+of the setting sun had settled in the room. The man had given forty
+years to the world--his wit, his time, his genius, his talent, his
+soul. Did the world come in to stand by his death-bed, and clearing
+off the vials of bitter medicine, put down any compensation? Oh, no!
+The world does not like sick and dying people, and leaves them in the
+lurch. It ruined this man, and then left him. He had a magnificent
+funeral. All the ministers wore scarfs, and there were forty-three
+carriages in a row; but the departed man appreciated not the
+obsequies.
+
+I want to persuade my audience that this world is a poor investment;
+that it does not pay ninety per cent. of satisfaction, nor eighty per
+cent., nor twenty per cent., nor two per cent., nor one; that it gives
+no solace when a dead babe lies on your lap; that it gives no peace
+when conscience rings its alarm; that it gives no explanation in the
+day of dire trouble; and at the time of your decease it takes hold of
+the pillow-case, and shakes out the feathers, and then jolts down in
+the place thereof sighs, and groans, and execrations, and then makes
+you put your head on it. Oh, ye who have tried this world, is it a
+satisfactory portion? Would you advise your friends to make the
+investment? No. "Ye have sold yourselves for nought." Your conscience
+went. Your hope went. Your Bible went. Your heaven went. Your God
+went. When a sheriff under a writ from the courts sells a man out, the
+officer generally leaves a few chairs and a bed, and a few cups and
+knives; but in this awful vendue in which you have been engaged the
+auctioneer's mallet has come down upon body, mind, and soul: Going!
+Gone! "Ye have sold yourselves for nought."
+
+How could you do so? Did you think that your soul was a mere trinket
+which for a few pennies you could buy in a toy shop? Did you think
+that your soul, if once lost, might be found again if you went out
+with torches and lanterns? Did you think that your soul was
+short-lived, and that, panting, it would soon lie down for extinction?
+Or had you no idea what your soul was worth? Did you ever put your
+forefingers on its eternal pulses? Have you never felt the quiver of
+its peerless wing? Have you not known that, after leaving the body,
+the first step of your soul reaches to the stars, and the next step to
+the furthest outposts of God's universe, and that it will not die
+until the day when the everlasting Jehovah expires? Oh, my brother,
+what possessed you that you should part with your soul so cheap? "Ye
+have sold yourselves for nought."
+
+But I have some good news to tell you. I want to engage in a
+litigation for the recovery of that soul of yours. I want to show that
+you have been cheated out of it. I want to prove, as I will, that you
+were crazy on that subject, and that the world, under such
+circumstances, has no right to take the title-deed from you; and if
+you will join me I shall get a decree from the High Chancery Court of
+Heaven reinstating you into the possession of your soul. "Oh," you
+say, "I am afraid of lawsuits; they are so expensive, and I can not
+pay the cost." Then have you forgotten the last half of my text? "Ye
+have sold yourselves for nought; and ye shall be redeemed without
+money."
+
+Money is good for a great many things, but it can not do anything in
+this matter of the soul. You can not buy your way through. Dollars and
+pounds sterling mean nothing at the gate of mercy. If you could buy
+your salvation, heaven would be a great speculation, an extension of
+Wall Street. Bad men would go up and buy out the place, and leave us
+to shift for ourselves. But as money is not a lawful tender, what is?
+I will answer: Blood! Whose? Are we to go through the slaughter? Oh,
+no; it wants richer blood than ours. It wants a king's blood. It must
+be poured from royal arteries. It must be a sinless torrent. But where
+is the king? I see a great many thrones and a great many occupants,
+yet none seem to be coming down to the rescue. But after awhile the
+clock of night in Bethlehem strikes twelve, and the silver pendulum of
+a star swings across the sky, and I see the King of Heaven rising up,
+and He descends, and steps down from star to star, and from cloud to
+cloud, lower and lower, until He touches the sheep-covered hills, and
+then on to another hill, this last skull-covered, and there, at the
+sharp stroke of persecution, a rill incarnadine trickles down, and we
+who could not be redeemed by money are redeemed by precious and
+imperial blood.
+
+We have in this day professed Christians who are so rarefied and
+etherealized that they do not want a religion of blood. What do you
+want? You seem to want a religion of brains. The Bible says: "In the
+blood is the life." No atonement without blood. Ought not the apostle
+to know? What did he say? "Ye are redeemed not with corruptible
+things, such as silver and gold, but by the precious blood of Christ."
+You put your lancet into the arm of our holy religion and withdraw the
+blood, and you leave it a mere corpse, fit only for the grave. Why did
+God command the priests of old to strike the knife into the kid, and
+the goat, and the pigeon, and the bullock, and the lamb? It was so
+that when the blood rushed out from these animals on the floor of the
+ancient tabernacle the people should be compelled to think of the
+coming carnage of the Son of God. No blood, no atonement.
+
+I think that God intended to impress us with the vividness of that
+color. The green of the grass, the blue of the sky, would not have
+startled and aroused us like this deep crimson. It is as if God had
+said: "Now, sinner, wake up and see what the Saviour endured for you.
+This is not water. This is not wine. It is blood. It is the blood of
+my own Son. It is the blood of the Immaculate. It is the blood of
+God." Without the shedding of blood is no remission. There has been
+many a man who in courts of law has pleaded "not guilty," who
+nevertheless has been condemned because there was blood found on his
+hands, or blood found in his room; and what shall we do in the last
+day if it be found that we have recrucified the Lord of Glory and have
+never repented of it? You must believe in the blood or die. No
+escape. Unless you let the sacrifice of Jesus go in your stead you
+yourself must suffer. It is either Christ's blood or your blood.
+
+"Oh," says some one, "the thought of blood sickens me." Good. God
+intended it to sicken you with your sin. Do not act as though you had
+nothing to do with that Calvarian massacre. You had. Your sins were
+the implements of torture. Those implements were not made of steel,
+and iron, and wood, so much as out of your sins. Guilty of this
+homicide, and this regicide, and this deicide, confess your guilt
+to-day. Ten thousand voices of heaven bring in the verdict against you
+of guilty, guilty. Prepare to die, or believe in that blood. Stretch
+yourself out for the sacrifice, or accept the Saviour's sacrifice. Do
+not fling away your one chance.
+
+It seems to me as if all heaven were trying to bid in your soul. The
+first bid it makes is the tears of Christ at the tomb of Lazarus; but
+that is not a high enough price. The next bid heaven makes is the
+sweat of Gethsemane; but it is too cheap a price. The next bid heaven
+makes seems to be the whipped back of Pilate's hall; but it is not a
+high enough price. Can it be possible that heaven can not buy you in?
+Heaven tries once more. It says: "I bid this time for that man's soul
+the tortures of Christ's martyrdom, 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 knee, the blood on His foot--the blood
+in drops, the blood in rills, the blood in pools coagulated beneath
+the cross; the blood that wet the tips of the soldiers' spears, the
+blood that plashed warm in the faces of His enemies." Glory to God,
+that bid wins it! The highest price that was ever paid for anything
+was paid for your soul. Nothing could buy it but blood! The estranged
+property is bought back. Take it. "You have sold yourselves for
+nought; and ye shall be redeemed without money." O atoning blood,
+cleansing blood, life-giving blood, sanctifying blood, glorifying
+blood of Jesus! Why not burst 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 nothing to do with it except that,
+like the Jews, I put both my hands into that carnage and scoop up both
+palms full, and throw it on my head and cry: 'His blood be on us and
+on our children!'" Can you do such a shocking thing as that? Just rub
+your handkerchief across your brow and look at it. It is the blood of
+the Son of God whom you have despised and driven back all these years.
+Oh, do not do that any longer! Come out frankly and boldly and
+honestly, and tell Christ you are sorry. You can not afford to so
+roughly treat Him upon whom everything depends.
+
+I do not know how you will get away from this subject. You see that
+you are sold out, and that Christ wants to buy you back. There are
+three persons who come after you to-night: God the Father, God the
+Son, and God the Holy Ghost. They unite their three omnipotences in
+one movement for your salvation. You will not take up arms against the
+Triune God, will you? Is there enough muscle in your arm for such a
+combat? By the highest throne in heaven, and by the deepest chasm in
+hell, I beg you look out. Unless you allow Christ to carry away your
+sins, they will carry you away. Unless you allow Christ to lift you
+up, they will drag you down. There is only one hope for you, and that
+is the blood. Christ, the sin-offering, bearing your transgressions.
+Christ, the surety, paying your debts. Christ, the divine Cyrus,
+loosening your Babylonish captivity.
+
+Would you not like to be free? Here is the price of your
+liberation--not money, but blood. I tremble from head to foot, not
+because I fear your presence, for I am used to that, but because I
+fear that you will miss your chance for immortal rescue, and die. This
+is the alternative divinely put: "He that believeth on the Son shall
+have everlasting life; and he that believeth not on the Son shall not
+see life, but the wrath of God abideth on him." In the last day, if
+you now reject Christ, every drop of that sacrificial blood, instead
+of pleading for your release as it would have pleaded if you had
+repented, will plead against you. It will seem to say: "They refused
+the ransom; they chose to die; let them die; they must die. Down with
+them to the weeping and the wailing. Depart! go away from me. You
+would not have me, now I will not have you. Sold out for eternity."
+
+O Lord God of the judgment day! avert that calamity! Let us see the
+quick flash of the cimeter that slays the sin but saves the sinner.
+Strike, omnipotent God, for the soul's deliverance! Beat, O eternal
+sea! with all thy waves against the barren beach of that rocky soul,
+and make it tremble. Oh! the oppressiveness of the hour, the minute,
+the second, on which the soul's destiny quivers, and this is that
+hour, that minute, that second!
+
+I wonder what proportion of this audience will be saved? What
+proportion will be lost? When the "Schiller" went down, out of three
+hundred and eighty people only forty were saved. When the "Ville du
+Havre" went down, out of three hundred and forty about fifty were
+saved. Out of this audience to-day, how many will get to the shore of
+heaven? It is no idle question for me to ask, for many of you I shall
+never see again until the day when the books are open.
+
+Some years ago there came down a fierce storm on the sea-coast, and a
+vessel got in the breakers and was going to pieces. They threw up some
+signal of distress, and the people on the shore saw them. They put out
+in a life-boat. They came on, and they saw the poor sailors, almost
+exhausted, clinging to a raft; and so afraid were the boatmen that the
+men would give up before they got to them, they gave them three rounds
+of cheers, and cried: "Hold on, there! Hold on! We'll save you!" After
+awhile the boat came up. One man was saved by having the boat-hook put
+in the collar of his coat; and some in one way, and some in another;
+but they all got into the boat. "Now," says the captain, "for the
+shore. Pull away now, pull!" The people on the land were afraid the
+life-boat had gone down. They said: "How long the boat stays. Why, it
+must have been swamped, and they have all perished together."
+
+And there were men and women on the pier-heads and on the beach
+wringing their hands; and while they waited and watched, they saw
+something looming up through the mist, and it turned out to be the
+life-boat. As soon as it came within speaking distance the people on
+the shore cried out: "Did you save any of them? Did you save any of
+them?" And as the boat swept through the boiling surf and came to the
+pier-head, the captain waved his hand over the exhausted sailors that
+lay flat on the bottom of the boat, and cried: "All saved! Thank God!
+All saved!" So may it be to-day. The waves of your sin run high, the
+storm is on you, the danger is appalling. Oh! shipwrecked soul, I have
+come for you. I cheer you with this Gospel hope. God grant that within
+the next ten minutes we may row with you into the harbor of God's
+mercy. And when these Christian men gather around to see the result of
+this service, and the glorified gathering on the pier-heads of heaven
+to watch and to listen, may we be able to report all saved! Young and
+old, good and bad! All saved! Saved from sin, and death, and hell.
+Saved for time. Saved for eternity. "And so it came to pass that they
+all escaped safe to land."
+
+
+
+
+SUMMER TEMPTATIONS.
+
+ "Come ye yourselves apart unto a desert place and rest
+ awhile."--MARK vi: 31.
+
+
+Here Christ advises His apostles to take a vacation. They have been
+living an excited as well as a useful life, and He advises that they
+get out into the country. When, six weeks ago, standing in this place,
+I advocated, with all the energy I could command, the Saturday
+afternoon holiday, I did not think the people would so soon get that
+release. By divine fiat it has come, and I rejoice that more people
+will have opportunity of recreation this summer than in any previous
+summer. Others will have whole weeks and months of rest. The railway
+trains are being laden with passengers and baggage on their way to the
+mountains and the lakes and the sea-shore. Multitudes of our citizens
+are packing their trunks for a restorative absence.
+
+The city heats are pursuing the people with torch and fear of
+sunstroke. The long silent halls of sumptuous hotels are all abuzz
+with excited arrivals. The crystalline surface of Winnipiseogee is
+shattered with the stroke of steamer, laden with excursionists. The
+antlers of Adirondack deer rattle under the shot of city sportsmen.
+The trout make fatal snaps at the hook of adroit sportsmen and toss
+their spotted brilliance into the game-basket. Already the baton of
+the orchestral leader taps the music-stand on the hotel green, and
+American life puts on festal array, and the rumbling of the tenpin
+alley, and the crack of the ivory balls on the green-baized billiard
+tables, and the jolting of the bar-room goblets, and the explosive
+uncorking of champagne bottles, and the whirl and the rustle of the
+ball-room dance, and the clattering hoofs of the race-courses, attest
+that the season for the great American watering-places is fairly
+inaugurated. Music--flute and drum and cornet-a-piston and clapping
+cymbals--will wake the echoes of the mountains.
+
+Glad I am that fagged-out American life for the most part will have an
+opportunity to rest, and that nerves racked and destroyed will find a
+Bethesda. I believe in watering-places. Let not the commercial firm
+begrudge the clerk, or the employer the journeyman, or the patient the
+physician, or the church its pastor, a season of inoccupation. Luther
+used to sport with his children; Edmund Burke used to caress his
+favorite horse; Thomas Chalmers, in the dark hours of the church's
+disruption, played kite for recreation--as I was told by his own
+daughter--and the busy Christ said to the busy apostles: "Come ye
+apart awhile into the desert and rest yourselves." And I have observed
+that they who do not know how to rest do not know how to work.
+
+But I have to declare this truth to-day, that some of our fashionable
+watering-places are the temporal and eternal destruction of "a
+multitude that no man can number," and amid the congratulations of
+this season and the prospect of the departure of many of you for the
+country I must utter a note of warning--plain, earnest, and
+unmistakable.
+
+I. The first temptation that is apt to hover in this direction is to
+leave your piety all at home. You will send the dog and cat and canary
+bird to be well cared for somewhere else; but the temptation will be
+to leave your religion in the room with the blinds down and the door
+bolted, and then you will come back in the autumn to find that it is
+starved and suffocated, lying stretched on the rug stark dead. There
+is no surplus of piety at the watering-places. I never knew any one to
+grow very rapidly in grace at the Catskill Mountain House, or Sharon
+Springs, or the Falls of Montmorency. It is generally the case that
+the Sabbath is more of a carousal than any other day, and there are
+Sunday walks and Sunday rides and Sunday excursions.
+
+Elders and deacons and ministers of religion who are entirely
+consistent at home, sometimes when the Sabbath dawns on them at
+Niagara Falls or the White Mountains take the day to themselves. If
+they go to the church, it is apt to be a sacred parade, and the
+discourse, instead of being a plain talk about the soul, is apt to be
+what is called _a crack sermon_--that is, some discourse picked out of
+the effusions of the year as the one most adapted to excite
+admiration; and in those churches, from the way the ladies hold their
+fans, you know that they are not so much impressed with the heat as
+with the picturesqueness of half-disclosed features. Four puny souls
+stand in the organ-loft and squall a tune that nobody knows, and
+worshipers, with two thousand dollars' worth of diamonds on the right
+hand, drop a cent into the poor-box, and then the benediction is
+pronounced and the farce is ended.
+
+The toughest thing I ever tried to do was to be good at a
+watering-place. The air is bewitched with "the world, the flesh, and
+the devil." There are Christians who in three or four weeks in such a
+place have had such terrible rents made in their Christian robe that
+they had to keep darning it until Christmas to get it mended! The
+health of a great many people makes an annual visit to some mineral
+spring an absolute necessity; but, my dear people, take your Bible
+along with you, and take an hour for secret prayer every day, though
+you be surrounded by guffaw and saturnalia. Keep holy the Sabbath,
+though they denounce you as a bigoted Puritan. Stand off from those
+institutions which propose to imitate on this side the water the
+iniquities of Baden-Baden. Let your moral and your immortal health
+keep pace with your physical recuperation, and remember that all the
+waters of Hathorne and sulphur and chalybeate springs can not do you
+so much good as the mineral, healing, perennial flood that breaks
+forth from the "Rock of Ages." This may be your last summer. If so,
+make it a fit vestibule of heaven.
+
+II. Another temptation around nearly all our watering-places is the
+horse-racing business. We all admire the horse. There needs to be a
+redistribution of coronets among the brute creation. For ages the lion
+has been called the king of beasts. I knock off its coronet and put
+the crown upon the horse, in every way nobler, whether in shape or
+spirit or sagacity or intelligence or affection or usefulness. He is
+semi-human, and knows how to reason on a small scale. The centaur of
+olden times, part horse and part man, seems to be a suggestion of the
+fact that the horse is something more than a beast.
+
+Job sets forth his strength, his beauty, his majesty, the panting of
+his nostril, the pawing of his hoof, and his enthusiasm for the
+battle. What Rosa Bonheur did for the cattle, and what Landseer did
+for the dog, Job, with mightier pencil, does for the horse.
+Eighty-eight times does the Bible speak of him. He comes into every
+kingly procession and into every great occasion and into every
+triumph. It is very evident that Job and David and Isaiah and Ezekiel
+and Jeremiah and John were fond of the horse. He came into much of
+their imagery. A red horse--that meant war; a black horse--that meant
+famine; a pale horse--that meant death; a white horse--that meant
+victory.
+
+As the Bible makes a favorite of the horse, the patriarch and the
+prophet and the evangelist and the apostle, stroking his sleek hide,
+and patting his rounded neck, and tenderly lifting his exquisitely
+formed hoof, and listening with a thrill to the champ of his bit, so
+all great natures in all ages have spoken of him in encomiastic terms.
+Virgil in his Georgics almost seems to plagiarize from the description
+of Job. The Duke of Wellington would not allow any one irreverently to
+touch his old war-horse, Copenhagen, on whom he had ridden fifteen
+hours without dismounting at Waterloo; and when old Copenhagen died,
+his master ordered a military salute fired over his grave. John
+Howard showed that he did not exhaust all his sympathies in pitying
+the human race, for when sick he writes home: "Has my old chaise-horse
+become sick or spoiled?"
+
+But we do not think that the speed of the horse should be cultured at
+the expense of human degradation. Horse-races, in olden times, were
+under the ban of Christian people, and in our day the same institution
+has come up under fictitious names, and it is called a "Summer
+Meeting," almost suggestive of positive religious exercises. And it is
+called an "Agricultural Fair," suggestive of everything that is
+improving in the art of farming. But under these deceptive titles are
+the same cheating and the same betting, the same drunkenness and the
+same vagabondage and the same abominations that were to be found under
+the old horse-racing system.
+
+I never knew a man yet who could give himself to the pleasures of the
+turf for a long reach of time, and not be battered in morals. They
+hook up their spanking team, and put on their sporting-cap, and light
+their cigar, and take the reins, and dash down the road to perdition.
+The great day at Saratoga, and Long Branch, and Cape May, and nearly
+all the other watering-places, is the day of the races. The hotels are
+thronged, nearly every kind of equipage is taken up at an almost
+fabulous price, and there are many respectable people mingling with
+jockeys, and gamblers, and libertines, and foul-mouthed men and flashy
+women. The bar-tender stirs up the brandy-smash. The bets run high.
+The greenhorns, supposing all is fair, put in their money soon enough
+to lose it. Three weeks before the race takes place the struggle is
+decided, and the men in the secret know on which steed to bet their
+money. The two men on the horses riding around long before arranged
+who shall beat.
+
+Leaning from the stand or from the carriage are men and women so
+absorbed in the struggle of bone and muscle and mettle that they make
+a grand harvest for the pickpockets, who carry off the pocket-books
+and portemonnaies. Men looking on see only two horses with two riders
+flying around the ring; but there is many a man on that stand whose
+honor and domestic happiness and fortune--white mane, white foot,
+white flank--are in the ring, racing with inebriety, and with fraud,
+and with profanity, and with ruin--black neck, black foot, black
+flank. Neck and neck they go in that moral Epsom.
+
+Ah, my friends, have nothing to do with horse-racing dissipations this
+summer. Long ago the English government got through looking to the
+turf for the dragoon and light-cavalry horse. They found the turf
+depreciates the stock, and it is yet worse for men. Thomas Hughes, the
+member of parliament and the author, known all the world over, hearing
+that a new turf enterprise was being started in this country, wrote a
+letter, in which he said: "Heaven help you, then; for of all the
+cankers of our old civilization there is nothing in this country
+approaching in unblushing meanness, in rascality holding its head
+high, to this belauded institution of the British turf." Another
+famous sportsman writes: "How many fine domains have been shared among
+these hosts of rapacious sharks during the last two hundred years; and
+unless the system be altered, how many more are doomed to fall into
+the same gulf!" The Duke of Hamilton, through his horse-racing
+proclivities, in three years got through his entire fortune of
+L70,000, and I will say that some of you are being undermined by it.
+With the bull-fights of Spain and the bear-baitings of the pit may the
+Lord God annihilate the infamous and accursed horse-racing of England
+and America.
+
+III. I go further, and speak of another temptation that hovers over
+the watering-places; and this is the temptation to sacrifice physical
+strength. The modern Bethesda was intended to recuperate the physical
+health; and yet how many come from the watering-places, their health
+absolutely destroyed! New York and Brooklyn idiots boasting of having
+imbibed twenty glasses of Congress water before breakfast. Families
+accustomed to going to bed at ten o'clock at night gossiping until one
+or two o'clock in the morning. Dyspeptics, usually very cautious about
+their health, mingling ice-creams, and lemons, and lobster-salads, and
+cocoa-nuts, until the gastric juices lift up all their voices of
+lamentation and protest. Delicate women and brainless young men
+chassezing themselves into vertigo and catalepsy. Thousands of men and
+women coming back from our watering-places in the autumn with the
+foundations laid for ailments that will last them all their life long.
+You know as well as I do that this is the simple truth.
+
+In the summer you say to your good health: "Good-bye, I am going to
+have a good time for a little while. I will be very glad to see you
+again in the autumn." Then in the autumn, when you are hard at work in
+your office, or store, or shop, or counting-room, Good Health will
+come and say: "Good-bye, I am going." You say: "Where are you going?"
+"Oh," says Good Health, "I am going to take a vacation!" It is a poor
+rule that will not work both ways, and your good health will leave you
+choleric and splenetic and exhausted. You coquetted with your good
+health in the summer-time, and your good health is coquetting with you
+in the winter-time. A fragment of Paul's charge to the jailer would be
+an appropriate inscription for the hotel-register in every
+watering-place: "Do thyself no harm."
+
+IV. Another temptation hovering around the watering-place is to the
+formation of hasty and life-long alliances. The watering-places are
+responsible for more of the domestic infelicities of this country than
+all the other things combined. Society is so artificial there that no
+sure judgment of character can be formed. Those who form
+companionships amid such circumstances go into a lottery where there
+are twenty blanks to one prize. In the severe tug of life you want
+more than glitter and splash. Life is not a ball-room where the music
+decides the step, and bow and prance and graceful swing of long trail
+can make up for strong common sense. You might as well go among the
+gayly painted yachts of a summer regatta to find war vessels as to go
+among the light spray of the summer watering-place to find character
+that can stand the test of the great struggle of human life. Ah, in
+the battle of life you want a stronger weapon than a lace fan or a
+croquet mallet! The load of life is so heavy that in order to draw it,
+you want a team stronger than one made up of a masculine grasshopper
+and a feminine butterfly.
+
+If there is any man in the community that excites my contempt, and
+that ought to excite the contempt of every man and woman, it is the
+soft-handed, soft-headed fop, who, perfumed until the air is actually
+sick, spends his summer in taking killing attitudes, and waving
+sentimental adieus, and talking infinitesimal nothings, and finding
+his heaven in the set of a lavender kid-glove. Boots as tight as an
+Inquisition, two hours of consummate skill exhibited in the tie of a
+flaming cravat, his conversation made up of "Ah's" and "Oh's" and
+"He-hee's." It would take five hundred of them stewed down to make a
+teaspoonful of calves-foot jelly. There is only one counterpart to
+such a man as that, and that is the frothy young woman at the
+watering-place, her conversation made up of French moonshine; what she
+has on her head only equaled by what she has on her back; useless ever
+since she was born, and to be useless until she is dead: and what they
+will do with her in the next world I do not know, except to set her
+upon the banks of the River Life for eternity to look sweet! God
+intends us to admire music and fair faces and graceful step, but amid
+the heartlessness and the inflation and the fantastic influences of
+our modern watering-places, beware how you make life-long covenants!
+
+V. Another temptation that will hover over the watering-place is that
+of baneful literature. Almost every one starting off for the summer
+takes some reading matter. It is a book out of the library or off the
+bookstand, or bought of the boy hawking books through the cars. I
+really believe there is more pestiferous trash read among the
+intelligent classes in July and August than in all the other ten
+months of the year. Men and women who at home would not be satisfied
+with a book that was not really sensible, I found sitting on
+hotel-piazzas or under the trees reading books the index of which
+would make them blush if they knew that you knew what the book was.
+
+"Oh," they say, "you must have intellectual recreation!" Yes. There is
+no need that you take along into a watering-place "Hamilton's
+Metaphysics" or some thunderous discourse on the eternal decrees, or
+"Faraday's Philosophy." There are many easy books that are good. You
+might as well say: "I propose now to give a little rest to my
+digestive organs; and, instead of eating heavy meat and vegetables, I
+will for a little while take lighter food--a little strychnine and a
+few grains of ratsbane." Literary poison in August is as bad as
+literary poison in December. Mark that. Do not let the frogs and the
+lice of a corrupt printing-press jump and crawl into your Saratoga
+trunk or White Mountain valise.
+
+Would it not be an awful thing for you to be struck with lightning
+some day when you had in your hand one of these paper-covered
+romances--the hero a Parisian _roue_, the heroine an unprincipled
+flirt--chapters in the book that you would not read to your children
+at the rate of $100 a line? Throw out all that stuff from your summer
+baggage. Are there not good books that are easy to read--books of
+entertaining travel, books of congenial history, books of pure fun,
+books of poetry ringing with merry canto, books of fine engravings,
+books that will rest the mind as well as purify the heart and elevate
+the whole life? My hearers, there will not be an hour between this
+and the day of your death when you can afford to read a book lacking
+in moral principle.
+
+VI. Another temptation hovering all around our watering-places is the
+intoxicating beverage. I am told that it is becoming more and more
+fashionable for woman to drink. I care not how well a woman may dress,
+if she has taken enough of wine to flush her cheek and put glassiness
+on her eyes, she is intoxicated. She may be handed into a $2500
+carriage, and have diamonds enough to confound the Tiffanys--she is
+intoxicated. She may be a graduate of Packer Institute, and the
+daughter of some man in danger of being nominated for the
+Presidency--she is drunk. You may have a larger vocabulary than I
+have, and you may say in regard to her that she is "convivial," or she
+is "merry," or she is "festive," or she is "exhilarated," but you can
+not with all your garlands of verbiage cover up the plain fact that it
+is an old-fashioned case of drunk.
+
+Now, the watering-places are full of temptations to men and women to
+tipple. At the close of the tenpin or billiard-game they tipple. At
+the close of the cotillon they tipple. Seated on the piazza cooling
+themselves off they tipple. The tinged glasses come around with bright
+straws, and they tipple. First they take "light wines," as they call
+them; but "light wines" are heavy enough to debase the appetite. There
+is not a very long road between champagne at $5 a bottle and whiskey
+at five cents a glass.
+
+Satan has three or four grades down which he takes men to destruction.
+One man he takes up, and through one spree pitches him into eternal
+darkness. That is a rare case. Very seldom, indeed, can you find a man
+who will be such a fool as that.
+
+When a man goes down to destruction Satan brings him to a plane. It is
+almost a level. The depression is so slight that you can hardly see
+it. The man does not actually know that he is on the down grade, and
+it tips only a little toward darkness--just a little. And the first
+mile it is claret, and the second mile it is sherry, and the third
+mile it is punch, and the fourth mile it is ale, and the fifth mile it
+is porter, and the sixth mile it is brandy, and then it gets steeper
+and steeper and steeper, and the man gets frightened and says, "Oh,
+let me get off!" "No," says the conductor, "this is an express train,
+and it does not stop until it gets to the Grand Central Depot at
+Smashupton." Ah, "look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it
+giveth its color in the cup, when it moveth itself aright. At the last
+it biteth like a serpent and stingeth like an adder." And if any young
+man in my congregation should get astray this summer in this direction
+it will not be because I have not given him fair warning.
+
+My friends, whether you tarry at home--which will be quite as safe and
+perhaps quite as comfortable--or go into the country, arm yourself
+against temptation. The grace of God is the only safe shelter, whether
+in town or country. There are watering-places accessible to all of us.
+You can not open a book of the Bible without finding out some such
+watering-place. Fountains open for sin and uncleanliness; wells of
+salvation; streams from Lebanon; a flood struck out of the rock by
+Moses; fountains in the wilderness discovered by Hagar; water to
+drink and water to bathe in; the river of God, which is full of water;
+water of which if a man drink he shall never thirst; wells of water in
+the Valley of Baca; living fountains of water; a pure river of water
+as clear as crystal from under the throne of God.
+
+These are watering-places accessible to all of us. We do not have a
+laborious packing up before we start--only the throwing away of our
+transgressions. No expensive hotel bills to pay; it is "without money
+and without price." No long and dirty travel before we get there; it
+is only one step away. California in five minutes. I walked around and
+saw ten fountains, all bubbling up, and they were all different. And
+in five minutes I can get through this Bible _parterre_ and find you
+fifty bright, sparkling fountains bubbling up into eternal life.
+
+A chemist will go to one of these summer watering-places and take the
+water and analyze it and tell you that it contains so much of iron,
+and so much of soda, and so much of lime, and so much of magnesia. I
+come to this Gospel well, this living fountain and analyze the water,
+and I find that its ingredients are peace, pardon, forgiveness, hope,
+comfort, life, heaven. "Ho, every one that thirsteth, come ye" to this
+watering-place!
+
+Crowd around this Bethesda this morning! Oh, you sick, you lame, you
+troubled, you dying--crowd around this Bethesda! Step in it! Oh, step
+in it! The angel of the covenant this morning stirs the water. Why do
+you not step in it? Some of you are too weak to take a step in that
+direction. Then we take you up in the arms of our closing prayer and
+plunge you clean under the wave, hoping that the cure may be as sudden
+and as radical as with Captain Naaman, who, blotched and carbuncled,
+stepped into the Jordan, and after the seventh dive came up, his skin
+roseate-complexioned as the flesh of a little child.
+
+
+
+
+THE BANISHED QUEEN.
+
+ "Also Vashti the queen made a feast for the women in the royal
+ house which belonged to King Ahasuerus. On the seventh day
+ when the heart of the king was merry with wine, he commanded
+ Mehuman, Biztha, Harbona, Bigtha, and Abagtha, Zethar, and
+ Carcas, the seven chamberlains that served in the presence of
+ Ahasuerus the king, to bring Vashti the queen before the king
+ with the crown royal, to show the people and the princes her
+ beauty: for she was fair to look on. But the Queen Vashti
+ refused to come at the king's commandment by his chamberlains;
+ therefore was the king very wroth, and his anger burned in
+ him."--ESTHER i: 9-12.
+
+
+We stand amid the palaces of Shushan. The pinnacles are aflame with
+the morning light. The columns rise festooned and wreathed, the wealth
+of empires flashing from the grooves; the ceilings adorned with images
+of bird and beast, and scenes of prowess and conquest. The walls are
+hung with shields, and emblazoned until it seems that the whole round
+of splendors is exhausted. Each arch is a mighty leaf of architectural
+achievement. Golden stars shining down on glowing arabesque. Hangings
+of embroidered work in which mingle the blueness of the sky, the
+greenness of the grass, and the whiteness of the sea-foam. Tapestries
+hung on silver rings, wedding together the pillars of marble.
+Pavilions reaching out in every direction. These for repose, filled
+with luxuriant couches, in which weary limbs sink until all fatigue is
+submerged. Those for carousal, where kings drink down a kingdom at one
+swallow.
+
+Amazing spectacle!
+
+Light of silver dripping down over stairs of ivory on shields of gold.
+Floors of stained marble, sunset red and night black, and inlaid with
+gleaming pearl.
+
+In connection with this palace there is a garden, where the mighty men
+of foreign lands are seated at a banquet. Under the spread of oak and
+linden and acacia the tables are arranged. The breath of honeysuckle
+and frankincense fills the air. Fountains leap up into the light, the
+spray struck through with rainbows falling in crystalline baptism upon
+flowering shrubs--then rolling down through channels of marble, and
+widening out here and there into pools swirling with the finny tribes
+of foreign aquariums, bordered with scarlet anemones, hypericums, and
+many-colored ranunculi.
+
+Meats of rarest bird and beast smoking up amid wreaths of aromatics.
+The vases filled with apricots and almonds. The baskets piled up with
+apricots and figs and oranges and pomegranates. Melons tastefully
+twined with leaves of acacia. The bright waters of Eulaeus filling the
+urns and dropping outside the rim in flashing beads amid the
+traceries. Wine from the royal vats of Ispahan and Shiraz, in bottles
+of tinged shell, and lily-shaped cups of silver, and flagons and
+tankards of solid gold. The music rises higher, and the revelry breaks
+out into wilder transport, and the wine has flushed the cheek and
+touched the brain, and louder than all other voices are the hiccough
+of the inebriates, the gabble of fools, and the song of the drunkards.
+
+In another part of the palace, Queen Vashti is entertaining the
+princesses of Persia at a banquet. Drunken Ahasuerus says to his
+servants, "You go out and fetch Vashti from, that banquet with the
+women, and bring her to this banquet with the men, and let me display
+her beauty." The servants immediately start to obey the king's
+command; but there was a rule in Oriental society that no woman might
+appear in public without having her face veiled. Yet here was a
+mandate that no one dare dispute, demanding that Vashti come in
+unveiled before the multitude. However, there was in Vashti's soul a
+principle more regal than Ahasuerus, more brilliant than the gold of
+Shushan, of more wealth than the realm of Persia, which commanded her
+to disobey this order of the king; and so all the righteousness and
+holiness and modesty of her nature rise up into one sublime refusal.
+She says, "I will not go into the banquet unveiled." Ahasuerus was
+infuriate; and Vashti, robbed of her position and her estate, is
+driven forth in poverty and ruin to suffer the scorn of a nation, and
+yet to receive the applause of after generations, who shall rise up to
+admire this martyr to kingly insolence. Well, the last vestige of that
+feast is gone; the last garland has faded; the last arch has fallen;
+the last tankard has been destroyed; and Shushan is a ruin; but as
+long as the world stands there will be multitudes of men and women,
+familiar with the Bible, who will come into this picture-gallery of
+God and admire the divine portrait of Vashti the queen, Vashti the
+veiled, Vashti the sacrifice, Vashti the silent.
+
+I. In the first place, I want you to look upon Vashti the queen. A
+blue ribbon, rayed with white, drawn around her forehead, indicated
+her queenly position. It was no small honor to be queen in such a
+realm as that. Hark to the rustle of her robes! See the blaze of her
+jewels! And yet, my friends, it is not necessary to have place and
+regal robe in order to be queenly. When I see a woman with stout faith
+in God, putting her foot upon all meanness and selfishness and godless
+display, going right forward to serve Christ and the race by a grand
+and a glorious service, I say: "That woman is a queen," and the ranks
+of heaven look over the battlements upon the coronation; and whether
+she comes up from the shanty on the commons or the mansion of the
+fashionable square, I greet her with the shout, "All hail, Queen
+Vashti!"
+
+What glory was there on the brow of Mary of Scotland, or Elizabeth of
+England, or Margaret of France, or Catherine of Russia, compared with
+the worth of some of our Christian mothers, many of them gone into
+glory?--or of that woman mentioned in the Scriptures, who put her all
+into the Lord's treasury?--or of Jephtha's daughter, who made a
+demonstration of unselfish patriotism?--or of Abigail, who rescued the
+herds and flocks of her husband?--or of Ruth, who toiled under a
+tropical sun for poor, old, helpless Naomi?--or of Florence
+Nightingale, who went at midnight to stanch the battle wounds of the
+Crimea?--or of Mrs. Adoniram Judson, who kindled the lights of
+salvation amid the darkness of Burmah?--or of Mrs. Hemans, who poured
+out her holy soul in words which will forever be associated with
+hunter's horn, and captive's chain, and bridal hour, and lute's throb,
+and curfew's knell at the dying day?--and scores and hundreds of
+women, unknown on earth, who have given water to the thirsty, and
+bread to the hungry, and medicine to the sick, and smiles to the
+discouraged--their footsteps heard along dark lane and in government
+hospital, and in almshouse corridor, and by prison gate? There may be
+no royal robe--there may be no palatial surroundings. She does not
+need them; for all charitable men will unite with the crackling lips
+of fever-struck hospital and plague-blotched lazaretto in greeting her
+as she passes: "Hail! Hail! Queen Vashti!"
+
+II. Again, I want you to consider Vashti the veiled. Had she appeared
+before Ahasuerus and his court on that day with her face uncovered she
+would have shocked all the delicacies of Oriental society, and the
+very men who in their intoxication demanded that she come, in their
+sober moments would have despised her. As some flowers seem to thrive
+best in the dark lane and in the shadow, and where the sun does not
+seem to reach them, so God appoints to most womanly natures a retiring
+and unobtrusive spirit.
+
+God once in awhile does call an Isabella to a throne, or a Miriam to
+strike the timbrel at the front of a host, or a Marie Antoinette to
+quell a French mob, or a Deborah to stand at the front of an armed
+battalion, crying out, "Up! Up! This is the day in which the Lord will
+deliver Sisera into thy hands." And when the women are called to such
+out-door work and to such heroic positions, God prepares them for it;
+and they have iron in their soul, and lightnings in their eye, and
+whirlwinds in their breath, and the borrowed strength of the Lord
+Omnipotent in their right arm. They walk through furnaces as though
+they were hedges of wild-flowers, and cross seas as though they were
+shimmering sapphire; and all the harpies of hell down to their dungeon
+at the stamp of womanly indignation.
+
+But these are the exceptions. Generally, Dorcas would rather make a
+garment for the poor boy; Rebecca would rather fill the trough for the
+camels; Hannah would rather make a coat for Samuel; the Hebrew maid
+would rather give a prescription for Naaman's leprosy; the woman of
+Sarepta would rather gather a few sticks to cook a meal for famished
+Elijah; Phebe would rather carry a letter for the inspired apostle;
+Mother Lois would rather educate Timothy in the Scriptures. When I see
+a woman going about her daily duty, with cheerful dignity presiding at
+the table, with kind and gentle, but firm discipline presiding in the
+nursery, going out into the world without any blast of trumpets,
+following in the footsteps of Him who went about doing good--I say:
+"This is Vashti with a veil on."
+
+But when I see a woman of unblushing boldness, loud-voiced, with a
+tongue of infinite clitter-clatter, with arrogant look, passing
+through the streets with the step of a walking-beam, gayly arrayed in
+a very hurricane of millinery, I cry out: "Vashti has lost her veil!"
+When I see a woman struggling for political preferment--trying to
+force her way on up to the ballot-box, amid the masculine demagogues
+who stand, with swollen fists and bloodshot eyes and pestiferous
+breath, to guard the polls--wanting to go through the loaferism and
+the defilement of popular sovereigns, who crawl up from the saloons
+greasy and foul and vermin-covered, to decide questions of justice and
+order and civilization--when I see a woman, I say, who wants to press
+through all that horrible scum to get to the ballot-box, I say: "Ah,
+what a pity! Vashti has lost her veil!"
+
+When I see a woman of comely features, and of adroitness of intellect,
+and endowed with all that the schools can do for one, and of high
+social position, yet moving in society with superciliousness and
+_hauteur_, as though she would have people know their place, and with
+an undefined combination of giggle and strut and rhodomontade, endowed
+with allopathic quantities of talk, but only homeopathic
+infinitesimals of sense, the terror of dry-goods clerks and railroad
+conductors, discoverers of significant meanings in plain conversation,
+prodigies of badinage and innuendo--I say: "Vashti has lost her veil."
+
+III. Again, I want you this morning to consider Vashti the sacrifice.
+Who is this that I see coming out of that palace gate of Shushan? It
+seems to me that I have seen her before. She comes homeless,
+houseless, friendless, trudging along with a broken heart. Who is she?
+It is Vashti the sacrifice. Oh! what a change it was from regal
+position to a wayfarer's crust! A little while ago, approved and
+sought for; now, none so poor as to acknowledge her acquaintanceship.
+Vashti the sacrifice!
+
+Ah! you and I have seen it many a time. Here is a home empalaced with
+beauty. All that refinement and books and wealth can do for that home
+has been done; but Ahasuerus, the husband and the father, is taking
+hold on paths of sin. He is gradually going down. After awhile he will
+flounder and struggle like a wild beast in the hunter's net--further
+away from God, further away from the right. Soon the bright apparel of
+the children will turn to rags; soon the household song will become
+the sobbing of a broken heart. The old story over again. Brutal
+Centaurs breaking up the marriage feast of Lapithae. The house full of
+outrage and cruelty and abomination, while trudging forth from the
+palace gate are Vashti and her children. There are homes represented
+in this house this morning that are in danger of such breaking-up. Oh,
+Ahasuerus! that you should stand in a home, by a dissipated life
+destroying the peace and comfort of that home. God forbid that your
+children should ever have to wring their hands, and have people point
+their finger at them as they pass down the street, and say, "There
+goes a drunkard's child." God forbid that the little feet should ever
+have to trudge the path of poverty and wretchedness! God forbid that
+any evil spirit born of the wine-cup or the brandy-glass should come
+forth and uproot that garden, and with a lasting, blistering,
+all-consuming curse, shut forever the palace gate against Vashti and
+the children.
+
+One night during the war I went to Hagerstown to look at the army, and
+I stood on a hill-top and looked down upon them. I saw the camp-fires
+all through the valleys and all over the hills. It was a weird
+spectacle, those camp-fires, and I stood and watched them; and the
+soldiers who were gathered around them were, no doubt, talking of
+their homes, and of the long march they had taken, and of the battles
+they were to fight; but after awhile I saw these camp-fires begin to
+lower; and they continued to lower, until they were all gone out, and
+the army slept. It was imposing when I saw the camp-fires; it was
+imposing in the darkness when I thought of that great host asleep.
+Well, God looks down from heaven, and He sees the fireside of
+Christendom and the loved ones gathered around these firesides. These
+are the camp-fires where we warm ourselves at the close of day, and
+talk over the battles of life we have fought and the battles that are
+yet to come. God grant that when at last these fires begin to go out,
+and continue to lower until finally they are extinguished, and the
+ashes of consumed hopes strew the hearth of the old homestead, it may
+be because we have
+
+ "Gone to sleep that last long sleep,
+ From which none ever wake to weep."
+
+Now we are an army on the march of life. Then we shall be an army
+bivouacked in the tent of the grave.
+
+IV. Once more: I want you to look at Vashti the silent. You do not
+hear any outcry from this woman as she goes forth from the palace
+gate. From the very dignity of her nature, you know there will be no
+vociferation. Sometimes in life it is necessary to make a retort;
+sometimes in life it is necessary to resist; but there are crises when
+the most triumphant thing to do is to keep silence. The philosopher,
+confident in his newly discovered principle, waited for the coming of
+more intelligent generations, willing that men should laugh at the
+lightning-rod and cotton-gin and steam-boat--waiting for long years
+through the scoffing of philosophical schools, in grand and
+magnificent silence.
+
+Galileo, condemned by mathematicians and monks and cardinals,
+caricatured everywhere, yet waiting and watching with his telescope to
+see the coming up of stellar reenforcements, when the stars in their
+courses would fight for the Copernican system; then sitting down in
+complete blindness and deafness to wait for the coming on of the
+generations who would build his monument and bow at his grave. The
+reformer, execrated by his contemporaries, fastened in a pillory, the
+slow fires of public contempt burning under him, ground under the
+cylinders of the printing-press, yet calmly waiting for the day when
+purity of soul and heroism of character will get the sanction of earth
+and the plaudits of heaven.
+
+Affliction enduring without any complaint the sharpness of the pang,
+and the violence of the storm, and the heft of the chain, and the
+darkness of the night--waiting until a Divine hand shall be put forth
+to soothe the pang, and hush the storm, and release the captive. A
+wife abused, persecuted, and a perpetual exile from every earthly
+comfort--waiting, waiting, until the Lord shall gather up His dear
+children in a heavenly home, and no poor Vashti will ever be thrust
+out from the palace gate.
+
+Jesus, in silence and answering not a word, drinking the gall, bearing
+the cross, in prospect of the rapturous consummation when
+
+ "Angels thronged their chariot wheel,
+ And bore Him to His throne,
+ Then swept their golden harps and sung,
+ 'The glorious work is done!'"
+
+Oh, woman! does not this story of Vashti the queen, Vashti the veiled,
+Vashti the sacrifice, Vashti the silent, move your soul? My sermon
+converges into the one absorbing hope that none of you may be shut out
+of the palace gate of heaven. You can endure the hardships, and the
+privations, and the cruelties, and the misfortunes of this life if you
+can only gain admission there. Through the blood of the everlasting
+covenant you go through those gates, or never go at all. God forbid
+that you should at last be banished from the society of angels, and
+banished from the companionship of your glorified kindred, and
+banished forever. Through the rich grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, may
+you be enabled to imitate the example of Rachel, and Hannah, and
+Abigail, and Deborah, and Mary, and Esther, and Vashti.
+
+
+
+
+THE DAY WE LIVE IN.
+
+ "Who knoweth whether thou art come to the kingdom for such a
+ time as this?"--ESTHER iv. 14.
+
+
+Esther the beautiful was the wife of Ahasuerus the abominable. The
+time had come for her to present a petition to her infamous husband in
+behalf of the Jewish nation, to which she had once belonged. She was
+afraid to undertake the work, lest she should lose her own life; but
+her uncle, Mordecai, who had brought her up, encouraged her with the
+suggestion that probably she had been raised up of God for that
+peculiar mission. "Who knoweth whether thou art come to the kingdom
+for such a time as this?" Esther had her God-appointed work; you and I
+have ours. It is my business to tell you what style of men and women
+you ought to be in order that you meet the demand of the age in which
+God has cast your lot. If you have come expecting to hear abstractions
+discussed, or dry technicalities of religion glorified, you have come
+to the wrong church; but if you really would like to know what this
+age has a right to expect of you as Christian men and women, then I am
+ready in the Lord's name to look you in the face. When two armies have
+rushed into battle the officers of either army do not want a
+philosophical discussion about the chemical properties of human blood
+or the nature of gunpowder; they want some one to man the batteries
+and swab out the guns. And now, when all the forces of light and
+darkness, of heaven and hell, have plunged into the fight, it is no
+time to give ourselves to the definitions and formulas and
+technicalities and conventionalities of religion.
+
+What we want is practical, earnest, concentrated, enthusiastic, and
+triumphant help.
+
+I. In the first place, in order to meet the special demand of this
+age, you need to be an unmistakably aggressive Christian. Of
+half-and-half Christians we do not want any more. The Church of Jesus
+Christ will be better without ten thousand of them. They are the chief
+obstacle to the Church's advancement. I am speaking of another kind of
+Christian. All the appliances for your becoming an earnest Christian
+are at your hand, and there is a straight path for you into the broad
+daylight of God's forgiveness. You may have come into this Tabernacle
+the bondsmen of the world, and yet before you go out of these doors
+you may become princes of the Lord God Almighty. You remember what
+excitement there was in this country, years ago, when the Prince of
+Wales came here--how the people rushed out by hundreds of thousands to
+see him. Why? Because they expected that some day he would sit upon
+the throne of England. But what was all that honor compared with the
+honor to which God calls you--to be sons and daughters of the Lord
+Almighty; yea, to be queens and kings unto God? "They shall reign with
+Him forever and forever."
+
+But, my friends, you need to be aggressive Christians, and not like
+those persons who spend their lives in hugging their Christian graces
+and wondering why they do not make any progress. How much robustness
+of health would a man have if he hid himself in a dark closet? A great
+deal of the piety of the day is too exclusive. It hides itself. It
+needs more fresh air, more out-door exercise. There are many
+Christians who are giving their entire life to self-examination. They
+are feeling their pulses to see what is the condition of their
+spiritual health. How long would a man have robust physical health if
+he kept all the days and weeks and months and years of his life
+feeling his pulse instead of going out into active, earnest, every-day
+work?
+
+I was once amid the wonderful, bewitching cactus growths of North
+Carolina. I never was more bewildered with the beauty of flowers, and
+yet when I would take up one of these cactuses and pull the leaves
+apart, the beauty was all gone. You could hardly tell that it had ever
+been a flower. And there are a great many Christian people in this day
+just pulling apart their Christian experiences to see what there is in
+them, and there is nothing left in them. This style of
+self-examination is a damage instead of an advantage to their
+Christian character. I remember when I was a boy I used to have a
+small piece in the garden that I called my own, and I planted corn
+there, and every few days I would pull it up to see how fast it was
+growing. Now, there are a great many Christian people in this day
+whose self-examination merely amounts to the pulling up of that which
+they only yesterday or the day before planted.
+
+O my friends! if you want to have a stalwart Christian character,
+plant it right out of doors in the great field of Christian
+usefulness, and though storms may come upon it, and though the hot sun
+of trial may try to consume it, it will thrive until it becomes a
+great tree, in which the fowls of heaven may have their habitation. I
+have no patience with these flower-pot Christians. They keep
+themselves under shelter, and all their Christian experience in a
+small, exclusive circle, when they ought to plant it in the great
+garden of the Lord, so that the whole atmosphere could be aromatic
+with their Christian usefulness. What we want in the Church of God is
+more brawn of piety.
+
+The century plant is wonderfully suggestive and wonderfully beautiful,
+but I never look at it without thinking of its parsimony. It lets
+whole generations go by before it puts forth one blossom; so I have
+really more heartfelt admiration when I see the dewy tears in the blue
+eyes of the violets, for they come every spring. My Christian friends,
+time is going by so rapidly that we can not afford to be idle.
+
+A recent statistician says that human life now has an average of only
+thirty-two years. From these thirty-two years you must subtract all
+the time you take for sleep and the taking of food and recreation;
+that will leave you about sixteen years. From those sixteen years you
+must subtract all the time that you are necessarily engaged in the
+earning of a livelihood; that will leave you about eight years. From
+those eight years you must take all the days and weeks and months--all
+the length of time that is passed in childhood and sickness, leaving
+you about one year in which to work for God. Oh, my soul, wake up!
+How darest thou sleep in harvest-time and with so few hours in which
+to reap? So that I state it as a simple fact that all the time that
+the vast majority of you will have for the exclusive service of God
+will be less than one year!
+
+"But," says some man, "I liberally support the Gospel, and the church
+is open and the Gospel is preached: all the spiritual advantages are
+spread before men, and if they want to be saved, let them come to be
+saved; I have discharged all my responsibility." Ah! is that the
+Master's spirit? Is there not an old Book somewhere that commands us
+to go out into the highways and the hedges and compel the people to
+come in? What would have become of you and me if Christ had not come
+down off the hills of heaven, and if He had not come through the door
+of the Bethlehem caravansary, and if He had not with the crushed hand
+of the crucifixion knocked at the iron gate of the sepulcher of our
+spiritual death, crying, "Lazarus, come forth"? Oh, my Christian
+friends, this is no time for inertia, when all the forces of darkness
+seem to be in full blast; when steam printing-presses are publishing
+infidel tracts; when express railroad trains are carrying messengers
+of sin; when fast clippers are laden with opium and rum; when the
+night-air of our cities is polluted with the laughter that breaks up
+from the ten thousand saloons of dissipation and abandonment; when the
+fires of the second death already are kindled in the cheeks of some
+who, only a little while ago, were incorrupt. Oh, never since the
+curse fell upon the earth has there been a time when it was such an
+unwise, such a cruel, such an awful thing for the Church to sleep!
+The great audiences are not gathered in the Christian churches; the
+great audiences are gathered in temples of sin--tears of unutterable
+woe their baptism, the blood of crushed hearts the awful wine of their
+sacrament, blasphemies their litany, and the groans of the lost world
+the organ dirge of their worship.
+
+II. Again, if you want to be qualified to meet the duties which this
+age demands of you, you must on the one hand avoid reckless
+iconoclasm, and on the other hand not stick too much to things because
+they are old. The air is full of new plans, new projects, new theories
+of government, new theologies, and I am amazed to see how so many
+Christians want only novelty in order to recommend a thing to their
+confidence; and so they vacillate and swing to and fro, and they are
+useless, and they are unhappy. New plans--secular, ethical,
+philosophical, religious, cisatlantic, transatlantic--long enough to
+make a line reaching from the German universities to Great Salt Lake
+City. Ah, my brother, do not take hold of a thing merely because it is
+new. Try it by the realities of a Judgment Day.
+
+But, on the other hand, do not adhere to any thing merely because it
+is old. There is not a single enterprise of the Church or the world
+but has sometimes been scoffed at. There was a time when men derided
+even Bible societies; and when a few young men met near a hay-stack in
+Massachusetts and organized the first missionary society ever
+organized in this country, there went laughter and ridicule all around
+the Christian Church. They said the undertaking was preposterous. And
+so also the work of Jesus Christ was assailed. People cried out, "Who
+ever heard of such theories of ethics and government? Who ever
+noticed such a style of preaching as Jesus has?" Ezekiel had talked of
+mysterious wings and wheels. Here came a man from Capernaum and
+Gennesaret, and he drew his illustration from the lakes, from the
+sand, from the ravine, from the lilies, from the corn-stalks. How the
+Pharisees scoffed! How Herod derided! How Caiaphas hissed! And this
+Jesus they plucked by the beard, and they spat in his face, and they
+called him "this fellow!" All the great enterprises in and out of the
+Church have at times been scoffed at, and there have been a great
+multitude who have thought that the chariot of God's truth would fall
+to pieces if it once got out of the old rut.
+
+And so there are those who have no patience with anything like
+improvement in church architecture, or with anything like good,
+hearty, earnest church singing, and they deride any form of religious
+discussion which goes down walking among every-day men rather than
+that which makes an excursion on rhetorical stilts. Oh, that the
+Church of God would wake up to an adaptability of work! We must admit
+the simple fact that the churches of Jesus Christ in this day do not
+reach the great masses. There are fifty thousand people in Edinburgh
+who never hear the Gospel. There are one million people in London who
+never hear the Gospel. There are at least three hundred thousand souls
+in the city of Brooklyn who come not under the immediate ministrations
+of Christ's truth; and the Church of God in this day, instead of being
+a place full of living epistles, read and known of all men, is more
+like a "dead-letter" post-office.
+
+"But," say the people, "the world is going to be converted; you must
+be patient; the kingdoms of this world are to become the kingdoms of
+Christ," Never, unless the Church of Jesus Christ puts on more speed
+and energy. Instead of the Church converting the world, the world is
+converting the Church. Here is a great fortress. How shall it be
+taken? An army comes and sits around about it, cuts off the supplies,
+and says: "Now we will just wait until from exhaustion and starvation
+they will have to give up." Weeks and months, and perhaps a year, pass
+along, and finally the fortress surrenders through that starvation and
+exhaustion. But, my friends, the fortresses of sin are never to be
+taken in that way. If they are taken for God it will be by storm; you
+will have to bring up the great siege guns of the Gospel to the very
+wall and wheel the flying artillery into line, and when the armed
+infantry of heaven shall confront the battlements you will have to
+give the quick command, "Forward! Charge!"
+
+Ah, my friends, there is work for you to do and for me to do in order
+to this grand accomplishment! Here is my pulpit, and I preach in it.
+Your pulpit is the bank. Your pulpit is the store. Your pulpit is the
+editorial chair. Your pulpit is the anvil. Your pulpit is the house
+scaffolding. Your pulpit is the mechanic's shop. I may stand in this
+place and, through cowardice or through self-seeking, may keep back
+the word I ought to utter; while you, with sleeve rolled up and brow
+besweated with toil, may utter the word that will jar the foundations
+of heaven with the shout of a great victory. Oh, that this morning
+this whole audience might feel that the Lord Almighty was putting upon
+them the hands of ordination. I tell you, every one, go forth and
+preach this gospel. You have as much right to preach as I have, or as
+any man has. Only find out the pulpit where God will have you preach,
+and there preach.
+
+Hedley Vicars was a wicked man in the English army. The grace of God
+came to him. He became an earnest and eminent Christian. They scoffed
+at him, and said: "You are a hypocrite; you are as bad as ever you
+were." Still he kept his faith in Christ, and after awhile, finding
+that they could not turn him aside by calling him a hypocrite, they
+said to him: "Oh, you are nothing but a Methodist." That did not
+disturb him. He went on performing his Christian duty until he had
+formed all his troop into a Bible-class, and the whole encampment was
+shaken with the presence of God. So Havelock went into the heathen
+temple in India while the English army was there, and put a candle
+into the hand of each of the heathen gods that stood around in the
+heathen temple, and by the light of those candles, held up by the
+idols, General Havelock preached righteousness, temperance, and
+judgment to come. And who will say, on earth or in Heaven, that
+Havelock had not the right to preach?
+
+In the minister's house where I prepared for college, there was a man
+who worked, by the name of Peter Croy. He could neither read nor
+write, but he was a man of God. Often theologians would stop in the
+house--grave theologians--and at family prayers Peter Croy would be
+called upon to lead; and all those wise men sat around, wonder-struck
+at his religious efficiency. When he prayed he reached up and seemed
+to take hold of the very throne of the Almighty, and he talked with
+God until the very heavens were bowed down into the sitting-room. Oh,
+if I were dying I would rather have plain Peter Croy kneel by my
+bedside and commend my immortal spirit to God than the greatest
+archbishop, arrayed in costly canonicals. Go preach this Gospel. You
+say you are not licensed. In the name of the Lord Almighty, this
+morning, I license you. Go preach this Gospel--preach it in the
+Sabbath-schools, in the prayer-meetings, in the highways, in the
+hedges. Woe be unto you if you preach it not.
+
+III. I remark, again, that in order to be qualified to meet your duty
+in this particular age you want unbounded faith in the triumph of the
+truth and the overthrow of wickedness. How dare the Christian Church
+ever get discouraged? Have we not the Lord Almighty on our side? How
+long did it take God to slay the hosts of Sennacherib or burn Sodom or
+shake down Jericho? How long will it take God, when He once arises in
+His strength, to overthrow all the forces of iniquity? Between this
+time and that there may be long seasons of darkness--the
+chariot-wheels of God's Gospel may seem to drag heavily; but here is
+the promise, and yonder is the throne; and when Omniscience has lost
+its eyesight, and Omnipotence falls back impotent, and Jehovah is
+driven from His throne, then the Church of Jesus Christ can afford to
+be despondent, but never until then. Despots may plan and armies may
+march, and the congresses of the nations may seem to think they are
+adjusting all the affairs of the world, but the mighty men of the
+earth are only the dust of the chariot-wheels of God's providence.
+
+I think that before the sun of this century shall set the last tyranny
+will fall, and with a splendor of demonstration that shall be the
+astonishment of the universe God will set forth the brightness and
+pomp and glory and perpetuity of His eternal government. Out of the
+starry flags and the emblazoned insignia of this world God will make a
+path for His own triumph, and, returning from universal conquest, He
+will sit down, the grandest, strongest, highest throne of earth His
+footstool.
+
+ "Then shall all nations' song ascend
+ To Thee, our Ruler, Father, Friend,
+ Till heaven's high arch resounds again
+ With 'Peace on earth, good will to men.'"
+
+I preach this sermon because I want to encourage all Christian workers
+in every possible department. Hosts of the living God, march on! march
+on! His Spirit will bless you. His shield will defend you. His sword
+will strike for you. March on! march on! The despotism will fall, and
+paganism will burn its idols, and Mohammedanism will give up its false
+prophet, and Judaism will confess the true Messiah, and the great
+walls of superstition will come down in thunder and wreck at the long,
+loud blast of the Gospel trumpet. March on! march on! The besiegement
+will soon be ended. Only a few more steps on the long way; only a few
+more sturdy blows; only a few more battle cries, then God will put the
+laurel upon your brow, and from the living fountains of heaven will
+bathe off the sweat and the heat and the dust of the conflict. March
+on! march on! For you the time for work will soon be passed, and amid
+the outflashings of the judgment throne, and the trumpeting of
+resurrection angels, and the upheaving of a world of graves, and the
+hosanna and the groaning of the saved and the lost, we shall be
+rewarded for our faithfulness or punished for our stupidity. Blessed
+be the Lord God of Israel from everlasting to everlasting, and let the
+whole earth be filled with His glory. Amen and Amen.
+
+
+
+
+CAPITAL AND LABOR.
+
+ "Whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so
+ to them."--MATT. vii: 12.
+
+
+The greatest war the world has ever seen is between capital and labor.
+The strife is not like that which in history is called the Thirty
+Years' War, for it is a war of centuries, it is a war of the five
+continents, it is a war hemispheric. The middle classes in this
+country, upon whom the nation has depended for holding the balance of
+power and for acting as mediators between the two extremes, are
+diminishing; and if things go on at the same ratio as they are now
+going, it will not be very long before there will be no middle class
+in this country, but all will be very rich or very poor, princes or
+paupers, and the country will be given up to palaces and hovels.
+
+The antagonistic forces are closing in upon each other. The
+telegraphic operators' strikes, the railroad employes' strikes, the
+Pennsylvania miners' strikes, the movements of the Boycotters and the
+dynamiters are only skirmishes before a general engagement, or, if you
+prefer it, escapes through the safety-valves of an imprisoned force
+which promises the explosion of society. You may pooh-pooh it; you may
+say that this trouble, like an angry child, will cry itself to sleep;
+you may belittle it by calling it Fourierism, or Socialism, or St.
+Simonism, or Nihilism, or Communism; but that will not hinder the fact
+that it is the mightiest, the darkest, the most terrific threat of
+this century. All attempts at pacification have been dead failures,
+and monopoly is more arrogant, and the trades unions more bitter.
+"Give us more wages," cry the employes. "You shall have less," say the
+capitalists. "Compel us to do fewer hours of toil in a day." "You
+shall toil more hours," say the others. "Then, under certain
+conditions, we will not work at all," say these. "Then you shall
+starve," say those, and the workmen gradually using up that which they
+accumulated in better times, unless there be some radical change, we
+shall have soon in this country three million hungry men and women.
+Now, three million hungry people can not be kept quiet. All the
+enactments of legislatures and all the constabularies of the cities,
+and all the army and navy of the United States can not keep three
+million hungry people quiet. What then? Will this war between capital
+and labor be settled by human wisdom? Never. The brow of the one
+becomes more rigid, the fist of the other more clinched.
+
+But that which human wisdom can not achieve will be accomplished by
+Christianity if it be given full sway. You have heard of medicines so
+powerful that one drop would stop a disease and restore a patient; and
+I have to tell you that one drop of my text properly administered will
+stop all those woes of society and give convalescence and complete
+health to all classes. "Whatsoever ye would that men should do to you,
+do ye even so to them."
+
+I shall first show you this morning how this quarrel between monopoly
+and hard work can not be stopped, and then I will show you how this
+controversy will be settled.
+
+Futile remedies. In the first place, there will come no pacification
+to this trouble through an outcry against rich men merely because they
+are rich. There is no member of a trades-union on earth that would not
+be rich if he could be. Sometimes through a fortunate invention, or
+through some accident of prosperity, a man who had nothing comes to
+large estate, and we see him arrogant and supercilious, and taking
+people by the throat just as other people took him by the throat.
+There is something very mean about human nature when it comes to the
+top. But it is no more a sin to be rich than it is a sin to be poor.
+There are those who have gathered a great estate through fraud, and
+then there are millionaires who have gathered their fortune through
+foresight in regard to changes in the markets, and through brilliant
+business faculty, and every dollar of their estate is as honest as the
+dollar which the plumber gets for mending a pipe, or the mason gets
+for building a wall. There are those who keep in poverty because of
+their own fault. They might have been well-off, but they smoked or
+chewed up their earnings, or they lived beyond their means, while
+others on the same wages and on the same salaries went on to
+competency. I know a man who is all the time complaining of his
+poverty and crying out against rich men, while he himself keeps two
+dogs, and chews and smokes, and is filled to the chin with whisky and
+beer!
+
+Micawber said to David Copperfield: "Copperfield, my boy, one pound
+income, twenty shillings and sixpence expenses: result misery. But,
+Copperfield, my boy, one pound income, expenses nineteen shillings and
+sixpence; result, happiness." And there are vast multitudes of people
+who are kept poor because they are the victims of their own
+improvidence. It is no sin to be rich, and it is no sin to be poor. I
+protest against this outcry which I hear against those who, through
+economy and self-denial and assiduity, have come to large fortune.
+This bombardment of commercial success will never stop this quarrel
+between capital and labor.
+
+Neither will the contest be settled by cynical and unsympathetic
+treatment of the laboring classes. There are those who speak of them
+as though they were only cattle or draught horses. Their nerves are
+nothing, their domestic comfort is nothing, their happiness is
+nothing. They have no more sympathy for them than a hound has for a
+hare, or a hawk for a hen, or a tiger for a calf. When Jean Valjean,
+the greatest hero of Victor Hugo's writings, after a life of suffering
+and brave endurance, goes into incarceration and death, they clap the
+book shut and say, "Good for him!" They stamp their feet with
+indignation and say just the opposite of "Save the working-classes."
+They have all their sympathies with Shylock, and not with Antonio and
+Portia. They are plutocrats, and their feelings are infernal. They are
+filled with irritation and irascibility on this subject. To stop this
+awful imbroglio between capital and labor they will lift not so much
+as the tip end of the little finger.
+
+Neither will there be any pacification of this angry controversy
+through violence. God never blessed murder.
+
+The poorest use you can put a man to is to kill him. Blow up to-morrow
+all the country-seats on the banks of the Hudson, and all the fine
+houses on Madison Square, and Brooklyn Heights, and Bunker Hill, and
+Rittenhouse Square, and Beacon Street, and all the bricks and timber
+and stone will just fall back on the bare head of American labor. The
+worst enemies of the working-classes in the United States and Ireland
+are their demented coadjutors. Assassination--the assassination of
+Lord Frederick Cavendish and Mr. Burke in Phoenix Park, Dublin,
+Ireland, in the attempt to avenge the wrongs of Ireland, only turned
+away from that afflicted people millions of sympathizers. The recent
+attempt to blow up the House of Commons, in London, had only this
+effect: to throw out of employment tens of thousands of innocent Irish
+people in England.
+
+In this country the torch put to the factories that have discharged
+hands for good or bad reason; obstructions on the rail-track in front
+of midnight express trains because the offenders do not like the
+president of the company; strikes on shipboard the hour they were
+going to sail, or in printing-offices the hour the paper was to go to
+press, or in mines the day the coal was to be delivered, or on house
+scaffoldings so the builder fails in keeping his contract--all these
+are only a hard blow on the head of American labor, and cripple its
+arms, and lame its feet, and pierce its heart. Take the last great
+strike in America--the telegraph operators' strike--and you have to
+find that the operators lost four hundred thousand dollars' worth of
+wages, and have had poorer wages ever since. Traps sprung suddenly
+upon employers, and violence, never took one knot out of the knuckle
+of toil, or put one farthing of wages into a callous palm. Barbarism
+will never cure the wrongs of civilization. Mark that!
+
+Frederick the Great admired some land near his palace at Potsdam, and
+he resolved to get it. It was owned by a miller. He offered the miller
+three times the value of the property. The miller would not take it,
+because it was the old homestead, and he felt about as Naboth felt
+about his vineyard when Ahab wanted it. Frederick the Great was a
+rough and terrible man, and he ordered the miller into his presence;
+and the king, with a stick, in his hand--a stick with which he
+sometimes struck his officers of state--said to this miller: "Now, I
+have offered you three times the value of that property, and if you
+won't sell it I'll take it anyhow." The miller said, "Your majesty,
+you won't." "Yes," said the king, "I will take it." "Then," said the
+miller, "if your majesty does take it, I will sue you in the Chancery
+Court." At that threat Frederick the Great yielded his infamous
+demand. And the most imperious outrage against the working-classes
+will yet cower before the law. Violence and contrary to the law will
+never accomplish anything, but righteousness and according to law will
+accomplish it.
+
+Well, if this controversy between Capital and Labor can not be settled
+by human wisdom, if to-day Capital and Labor stand with their thumbs
+on each other's throat--as they do--it is time for us to look
+somewhere else for relief, and it points from my text roseate and
+jubilant, and puts one hand on the broadcloth shoulder of Capital, and
+puts the other hand on the homespun-covered shoulder of Toil, and
+says, with a voice that will grandly and gloriously settle this, and
+settle everything, "Whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do
+ye even so to them." That is, the lady of the household will say: "I
+must treat the maid in the kitchen just as I would like to be treated
+if I were down-stairs, and it were my work to wash, and cook, and
+sweep, and it were the duty of the maid in the kitchen to preside in
+this parlor." The maid in the kitchen must say: "If my employer seems
+to be more prosperous than I, that is no fault of hers; I shall not
+treat her as an enemy. I will have the same industry and fidelity
+down-stairs as I would expect from my subordinates, if I happened to
+be the wife of a silk importer."
+
+The owner of an iron mill, having taken a dose of my text before
+leaving home in the morning, will go into his foundry, and, passing
+into what is called the puddling-room, he will see a man there
+stripped to the waist, and besweated and exhausted with the labor and
+the toil, and he will say to him: "Why, it seems to be very hot in
+here. You look very much exhausted. I hear your child is sick with
+scarlet fever. If you want your wages a little earlier this week, so
+as to pay the nurse and get the medicines, just come into my office
+any time."
+
+After awhile, crash goes the money market, and there is no more demand
+for the articles manufactured in that iron mill, and the owner does
+not know what to do. He says, "Shall I stop the mill, or shall I run
+it on half time, or shall I cut down the men's wages?" He walks the
+floor of his counting-room all day, hardly knowing what to do. Toward
+evening he calls all the laborers together. They stand all around,
+some with arms akimbo, some with folded arms, wondering what the boss
+is going to do now. The manufacturer says: "Men, times are very hard;
+I don't make twenty dollars where I used to make one hundred. Somehow,
+there is no demand now for what we manufacture, or but very little
+demand. You see I am at vast expense, and I have called you together
+this afternoon to see what you would advise. I don't want to shut up
+the mill, because that would force you out of work, and you have
+always been very faithful, and I like you, and you seem to like me,
+and the bairns must be looked after, and your wife will after awhile
+want a new dress. I don't know what to do."
+
+There is a dead halt for a minute or two, and then one of the workmen
+steps out from the ranks of his fellows, and says: "Boss, you have
+been very good to us, and when you prospered we prospered, and now you
+are in a tight place and I am sorry, and we have got to sympathize
+with you. I don't know how the others feel, but I propose that we take
+off twenty per cent. from our wages, and that when the times get good
+you will remember us and raise them again." The workman looks around
+to his comrades, and says: "Boys, what do you say to this? all in
+favor of my proposition will say ay." "Ay! ay! ay!" shout two hundred
+voices.
+
+But the mill-owner, getting in some new machinery, exposes himself
+very much, and takes cold, and it settles into pneumonia, and he dies.
+In the procession to the tomb are all the workmen, tears rolling down
+their cheeks, and off upon the ground; but an hour before the
+procession gets to the cemetery the wives and the children of those
+workmen are at the grave waiting for the arrival of the funeral
+pageant. The minister of religion may have delivered an eloquent
+eulogium before they started from the house, but the most impressive
+things are said that day by the working-classes standing around the
+tomb.
+
+That night in all the cabins of the working-people where they have
+family prayers the widowhood and the orphanage in the mansion are
+remembered. No glaring populations look over the iron fence of the
+cemetery; but, hovering over the scene, the benediction of God and man
+is coming for the fulfillment of the Christlike injunction,
+"Whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to
+them."
+
+"Oh," says some man here, "that is all Utopian, that is apocryphal,
+that is impossible." No. Yesterday, I cut out of a paper this: "One of
+the pleasantest incidents recorded in a long time is reported from
+Sheffield, England. The wages of the men in the iron works at
+Sheffield are regulated by a board of arbitration, by whose decision
+both masters and men are bound. For some time past the iron and steel
+trade has been extremely unprofitable, and the employers can not,
+without much loss, pay the wages fixed by the board, which neither
+employers nor employed have the power to change. To avoid this
+difficulty, the workmen in one of the largest steel works in Sheffield
+hit upon a device as rare as it was generous. They offered to work for
+their employers one week without any pay whatever. How much better
+that plan is than a strike would be."
+
+But you go with me and I will show you--not so far off as Sheffield,
+England--factories, banking-houses, storehouses, and costly
+enterprises where this Christ-like injunction of my text is fully
+kept, and you could no more get the employer to practice an injustice
+upon his men, or the men to conspire against the employer, than you
+could get your right hand and your left hand, your right eye and your
+left eye, your right ear and your left ear, into physiological
+antagonism. Now, where is this to begin? In our homes, in our stores,
+on our farms--not waiting for other people to do their duty. Is there
+a divergence now between the parlor and the kitchen? Then there is
+something wrong, either in the parlor or the kitchen, perhaps in both.
+Are the clerks in your store irate against the firm? Then there is
+something wrong, either behind the counter, or in the private office,
+or perhaps in both.
+
+The great want of the world to-day is the fulfillment of this
+Christ-like injunction, that which He promulgated in His sermon
+Olivetic. All the political economists under the arch or vault of the
+heavens in convention for a thousand years can not settle this
+controversy between monopoly and hard work, between capital and labor.
+During the Revolutionary War there was a heavy piece of timber to be
+lifted, perhaps for some fortress, and a corporal was overseeing the
+work, and he was giving commands to some soldiers as they lifted:
+"Heave away, there! yo heave!" Well, the timber was too heavy; they
+could not get it up. There was a gentleman riding by on a horse, and
+he stopped and said to this corporal, "Why don't you help them lift?
+That timber is too heavy for them to lift." "No," he said, "I won't;
+I am a corporal." The gentleman got off his horse and came up to the
+place. "Now," he said to the soldiers, "all together--yo heave!" and
+the timber went to its place. "Now," said the gentleman to the
+corporal, "when you have a piece of timber too heavy for the men to
+lift, and you want help, you send to your commander-in-chief." It was
+Washington. Now, that is about all the Gospel I know--the Gospel of
+giving somebody a lift, a lift out of darkness, a lift out of earth
+into heaven. That is all the Gospel I know--the Gospel of helping
+somebody else to lift.
+
+"Oh," says some wiseacre, "talk as you will, the law of demand and
+supply will regulate these things until the end of time." No, they
+will not, unless God dies and the batteries of the Judgment Day are
+spiked, and Pluto and Proserpine, king and queen of the infernal
+regions, take full possession of this world. Do you know who Supply
+and Demand are? They have gone into partnership, and they propose to
+swindle this earth and are swindling it. You are drowning. Supply and
+Demand stand on the shore, one on one side, the other on the other
+side, of the life-boat, and they cry out to you, "Now, you pay us what
+we ask you for getting you to shore, or go to the bottom!" If you can
+borrow $5000 you can keep from failing in business. Supply and Demand
+say, "Now, you pay us exorbitant usury, or you go into bankruptcy."
+This robber firm of Supply and Demand say to you: "The crops are
+short. We bought up all the wheat and it is in our bin. Now, you pay
+our price or starve." That is your magnificent law of supply and
+demand.
+
+Supply and Demand own the largest mill on earth, and all the rivers
+roll over their wheel, and into their hopper they put all the men,
+women, and children they can shovel out of the centuries, and the
+blood and the bones redden the valley while the mill grinds. That
+diabolic law of supply and demand will yet have to stand aside, and
+instead thereof will come the law of love, the law of cooperation, the
+law of kindness, the law of sympathy, the law of Christ.
+
+Have you no idea of the coming of such a time? Then you do not believe
+the Bible. All the Bible is full of promises on this subject, and as
+the ages roll on the time will come when men or fortune will be giving
+larger sums to humanitarian and evangelistic purposes, and there will
+be more James Lenoxes and Peter Coopers and William E. Dodges and
+George Peabodys. As that time comes there will be more parks, more
+picture-galleries, more gardens thrown open for the holiday people and
+the working-classes.
+
+I was reading only this morning in regard to a charge that had been
+made in England against Lambeth Palace, that it was exclusive; and
+that charge demonstrated the sublime fact that to the grounds of that
+wealthy estate eight hundred poor families have free passes, and forty
+croquet companies, and on the hall-day holidays four thousand poor
+people recline on the grass, walk through the paths, and sit under the
+trees. That is Gospel--Gospel on the wing, Gospel out-of-doors worth
+just as much as in-doors. That time is going to come.
+
+That is only a hint of what is going to be. The time is going to come
+when, if you have anything in your house worth looking at--pictures,
+pieces of sculpture--you are going to invite me to come and see it,
+you are going to invite my friends to come and see it, and you will
+say, "See what I have been blessed with. God has given me this, and so
+far as enjoying it, it is yours also." That is Gospel.
+
+In crossing the Alleghany Mountains, many years ago, the stage halted,
+and Henry Clay dismounted from the stage, and went out on a rock at
+the very verge of the cliff, and he stood there with his cloak wrapped
+about him, and he seemed to be listening for something. Some one said
+to him, "What are you listening for?" Standing there, on the top of
+the mountain, he said: "I am listening to the tramp of the footsteps
+of the coming millions of this continent." A sublime posture for an
+American statesman! You and I to-day stand on the mountain-top of
+privilege, and on the Rock of Ages, and we look off, and we hear
+coming from the future the happy industries, and smiling populations,
+and the consecrated fortunes, and the innumerable prosperities of the
+closing nineteenth and the opening twentieth century.
+
+While I speak this morning, there lies in state the dead author and
+patriot of France, Victor Hugo. The ten thousand dollars in his will
+he has given to the poor of the city are only a hint of the work he
+has done for all nations and for all times. I wonder not that they
+allow eleven days to pass between his death and his burial, his body
+meantime kept under triumphal arch, for the world can hardly afford to
+let go this man who for more than eight decades has by his
+unparalleled genius blessed it. His name shall be a terror to all
+despots, and an encouragement to all the struggling. He has made the
+world's burden lighter, and its darkness less dense, and its chain
+less galling, and its thrones of iniquity less secure. Farewell,
+patriot, genius of the century, Victor Hugo! But he was not the
+overtowering friend of mankind.
+
+The greatest friend of capitalist and toiler, and the one who will yet
+bring them together in complete accord, was born one Christmas night
+while the curtains of heaven swung, stirred by the wings angelic.
+Owner of all things--all the continents, all worlds, and all the
+islands of light. Capitalist of immensity, crossing over to our
+condition. Coming into our world, not by gate of palace, but by door
+of barn. Spending His first night amid the shepherds. Gathering after
+around Him the fishermen to be His chief attendants. With adze, and
+saw, and chisel, and ax, and in a carpenter-shop showing himself
+brother with the tradesmen. Owner of all things, and yet on a hillock
+back of Jerusalem one day resigning everything for others, keeping not
+so much as a shekel to pay for His obsequies, by charity buried in the
+suburbs of a city that had cast Him out. Before the cross of such a
+capitalist, and such a carpenter, all men can afford to shake hands
+and worship. Here is the every man's Christ. None so high, but He was
+higher. None so poor, but He was poorer. At His feet the hostile
+extremes will yet renounce their animosities, and countenances which
+have glowered with the prejudices and revenge of centuries shall
+brighten with the smile of heaven as He commands: "Whatsoever ye would
+that men should do to you, do ye even so to them."
+
+
+
+
+DESPOTISM OF THE NEEDLE.
+
+ "So I returned, and considered all the oppressions that are
+ done under the sun: and behold the tears of such as were
+ oppressed, and they had no comforter; and on the side of their
+ oppressors there was power; but they had no
+ comforter."--ECCLES. iv: 1.
+
+
+Very long ago the needle was busy. It was considered honorable for
+women to toil in olden time. Alexander the Great stood in his palace
+showing garments made by his own mother. The finest tapestries at
+Bayeux were made by the queen of William the Conqueror. Augustus, the
+Emperor, would not wear any garments except those that were fashioned
+by some member of his royal family. So let the toiler everywhere be
+respected!
+
+The needle has slain more than the sword. When the sewing-machine was
+invented some thought that invention would alleviate woman's toil and
+put an end to the despotism of the needle. But no; while the
+sewing-machine has been a great blessing to well-to-do families in
+many cases, it has added to the stab of the needle the crush of the
+wheel; and multitudes of women, notwithstanding the re-enforcement of
+the sewing-machines, can only make, work hard as they will, between
+two dollars and three dollars per week.
+
+The greatest blessing that could have happened to our first parents
+was being turned out of Eden after they had done wrong. Adam and Eve,
+in their perfect state, might have got along without work, or only
+such slight employment as a perfect garden with no weeds in it
+demanded. But as soon as they had sinned, the best thing for them was
+to be turned out where they would have to work. We know what a
+withering thing it is for a man to have nothing to do. Old Ashbel
+Green, at fourscore years, when asked why he kept on working, said: "I
+do so to keep out of mischief." We see that a man who has a large
+amount of money to start with has no chance. Of the thousand
+prosperous and honorable men that you know, nine hundred and
+ninety-nine had to work vigorously at the beginning. But I am now to
+tell you that industry is just as important for a woman's safety and
+happiness. The most unhappy women in our communities to-day are those
+who have no engagements to call them up in the morning; who, once
+having risen and breakfasted, lounge through the dull forenoon in
+slippers down at the heel and with disheveled hair, reading Ouida's
+last novel, and who, having dragged through a wretched forenoon and
+taken their afternoon sleep, and having passed an hour and a half at
+their toilet, pick up their card-case and go out to make calls, and
+who pass their evenings waiting for somebody to come in and break up
+the monotony. Arabella Stuart never was imprisoned in so dark a
+dungeon as that.
+
+There is no happiness in an idle woman. It may be with hand, it may be
+with brain, it may be with foot; but work she must, or be wretched
+forever. The little girls of our families must be started with that
+idea.
+
+The curse of American society is that our young women are taught that
+the first, second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, tenth,
+fiftieth, thousandth thing in their life is to get somebody to take
+care of them. Instead of that, the first lesson should be how under
+God they may take care of themselves. The simple fact is that a
+majority of them do have to take care of themselves, and that, too,
+after having, through the false notions of their parents, wasted the
+years in which they ought to have learned how successfully to maintain
+themselves. We now and here declare the inhumanity, cruelty, and
+outrage of that father and mother who pass their daughters into
+womanhood, having given them no facility for earning their livelihood.
+Madame de Stael said: "It is not these writings that I am proud of,
+but the fact that I have facility in ten occupations, in any one of
+which I could make a livelihood." You say you have a fortune to leave
+them. Oh, man and woman, have you not learned that like vultures, like
+hawks, like eagles, riches have wings and fly away? Though you should
+be successful in leaving a competency behind you, the trickery of
+executors may swamp it in a night? or some officials in our churches
+may get up a mining company and induce your orphans to put their money
+into a hole in Colorado, and if by the most skillful machinery the
+sunken money can not be brought up again, prove to them, that it was
+eternally decreed that that was the way they were to lose it, and that
+it went in the most orthodox and heavenly style. Oh, the damnable
+schemes that professed Christians will engage in until God puts His
+fingers into the collar of the hypocrite's robe and strips it clear
+down to the bottom! You have no right, because you are well off, to
+conclude that your children are going to be as well off. A man died
+leaving a large fortune. His son fell dead in a Philadelphia
+grog-shop. His old comrades came in and said as they bent over his
+corpse: "What is the matter with you, Boggsey?" The surgeon standing
+over him said: "Hush ye! He is dead!" "Oh, he is dead," they said.
+"Come, boys; let us go and take a drink in memory of poor Boggsey!"
+Have you nothing better than money to leave your children? If you have
+not, but send your daughters into the world with empty brain and
+unskilled hand, you are guilty of assassination, homicide, regicide,
+infanticide.
+
+There are women toiling in our cities for two and three dollars per
+week who were the daughters of merchant princes. These suffering ones
+now would be glad to have the crumbs that once fell from their
+fathers' table. That worn-out, broken shoe that she wears is the
+lineal descendant of the twelve-dollar gaiters in which her mother
+walked; and that torn and faded calico had ancestry of magnificent
+brocade that swept Broadway clean without any expense to the street
+commissioners. Though you live in an elegant residence and fare
+sumptuously every day, let your daughters feel it is a disgrace to
+them not to know how to work. I denounce the idea prevalent in society
+that, though our young women may embroider slippers and crochet and
+make mats for lamps to stand on without disgrace, the idea of doing
+anything for a livelihood is dishonorable. It is a shame for a young
+woman belonging to a large family to be inefficient when the father
+toils his life away for her support. It is a shame for a daughter to
+be idle while her mother toils at the wash-tub. It is as honorable to
+sweep the house, make beds or trim hats as it is to twist a
+watch-chain.
+
+As far as I can understand, the line of respectability lies between
+that which is useful and that which is useless. If women do that which
+is of no value, their work is honorable. If they do practical work, it
+is dishonorable. That our young women may escape the censure of doing
+dishonorable work, I shall particularize. You may knit a tidy for the
+back of an arm-chair, but by no means make the money wherewith to buy
+the chair. You may with a delicate brush beautify a mantel ornament,
+but die rather than earn enough to buy a marble mantel. You may learn
+artistic music until you can squall Italian, but never sing
+"Ortonville" or "Old Hundred." Do nothing practical if you would in
+the eyes of refined society preserve your respectability. I scout
+these fine notions. I tell you a woman, no more than a man, has a
+right to occupy a place in this world unless she pays a rent for it.
+
+In the course of a life-time you consume whole harvests and droves of
+cattle, and every day you live, breathe forty hogsheads of good, pure
+air. You must by some kind of usefulness pay for all this. Our race
+was the last thing created--the birds and fishes on the fourth day,
+the cattle and lizards on the fifth day, and man on the sixth day. If
+geologists are right, the earth was a million of years in the
+possession of the insects, beasts, and birds before our race came upon
+it. In one sense we were innovators. The cattle, the lizards, and the
+hawks had pre-emption right. The question is not what we are to do
+with the lizards and summer insects, but what the lizards and summer
+insects are to do with us. If we want a place in this world, we must
+earn it. The partridge makes its own nest before it occupies it. The
+lark by its morning song earns its breakfast before it eats it, and
+the Bible gives an intimation that the first duty of an idler is to
+starve when it says: "If he will not work, neither shall he eat."
+Idleness ruins the health; and very soon nature says: "This man has
+refused to pay his rent, out with him!" Society is to be reconstructed
+on the subject of woman's toil. A vast majority of those who would
+have woman industrious shut her up to a few kinds of work. My judgment
+in this matter is that a woman has a right to do anything that she can
+do well. There should be no department of merchandise, mechanism, art,
+or science barred against her. If Miss Hosmer has genius for
+sculpture, give her a chisel. If Rosa Bonheur has a fondness for
+delineating animals, let her make "The Horse Fair." If Miss Mitchell
+will study astronomy, let her mount the starry ladder. If Lydia will
+be a merchant, let her sell purple. If Lucretia Mott will preach the
+Gospel, let her thrill with her womanly eloquence the Quaker
+meeting-house.
+
+It is said, If woman is given such opportunities she will occupy
+places that might be taken by men. I say, If she have more skill and
+adaptedness for any position than a man has, let her have it! She has
+as much right to her bread, to her apparel, and to her home, as men
+have. But it is said that her nature is so delicate that she is
+unfitted for exhausting toil. I ask in the name of all past history
+what toil on earth is more severe, exhausting, and tremendous than
+that toil of the needle to which for ages she has been subjected? The
+battering-ram, the sword, the carbine, the battle-ax, have made no
+such havoc as the needle. I would that these living sepulchers in
+which women have for ages been buried might be opened, and that some
+resurrection trumpet might bring up these living corpses to the fresh
+air and sunlight.
+
+Go with me and I will show you a woman who by hardest toil supports
+her children, her drunken husband, her old father and mother, pays her
+house rent, always has wholesome food on her table, and when she can
+get some neighbor on the Sabbath to come in and take care of her
+family, appears in church with hat and cloak that are far from
+indicating the toil to which she is subjected. Such a woman as that
+has body and soul enough to fit her for any position. She could stand
+beside the majority of your salesmen and dispose of more goods. She
+could go into your wheelwright shops and beat one half of your workmen
+at making carriages. We talk about woman as though we had resigned to
+her all the light work, and ourselves had shouldered the heavier. But
+the day of judgment, which will reveal the sufferings of the stake and
+Inquisition, will marshal before the throne of God and the hierarchs
+of heaven the martyrs of wash-tub and needle. Now, I say if there be
+any preference in occupation, let women have it. God knows her trials
+are the severest. By her acuter sensitiveness to misfortune, by her
+hour of anguish, I demand that no one hedge up her pathway to a
+livelihood. Oh! the meanness, the despicability of men who begrudge a
+woman the right to work anywhere in any honorable calling!
+
+I go still further and say that woman should have equal compensation
+with men. By what principle of justice is it that women in many of our
+cities get only two thirds as much pay as men, and in many cases only
+half? Here is the gigantic injustice--that for work equally well, if
+not better, done, woman receives far less compensation than man. Start
+with the National Government. Women clerks in Washington get nine
+hundred dollars for doing that for which men receive eighteen hundred
+dollars. The wheel of oppression is rolling over the necks of
+thousands of women who are at this moment in despair about what they
+are to do. Many of the largest mercantile establishments of our cities
+are accessory to these abominations, and from their large
+establishments there are scores of souls being pitched off into death,
+and their employers know it. Is there a God? Will there be a judgment?
+I tell you, if God rises up to redress woman's wrongs, many of our
+large establishments will be swallowed up quicker than a South
+American earthquake ever took down a city. God will catch these
+oppressors between the two millstones of his wrath and grind them to
+powder.
+
+Why is it that a female principal in a school gets only eight hundred
+and twenty-five dollars for doing work for which a male principal gets
+sixteen hundred and fifty dollars? I hear from all this land the wail
+of womanhood. Man has nothing to answer to that wail but flatteries.
+He says she is an angel. She is not. She knows she is not. She is a
+human being who gets hungry when she has no food, and cold when she
+has no fire. Give her no more flatteries; give her justice! There are
+sixty-five thousand sewing-girls in New York and Brooklyn. Across the
+sunlight comes their death groan. It is not such a cry as comes from
+those who are suddenly hurled out of life, but a slow, grinding,
+horrible wasting-away. Gather them before you and look into their
+faces, pinched, ghastly, hunger-struck! Look at their fingers,
+needle-pricked and blood-tipped! See that premature stoop in the
+shoulders! Hear that dry, hacking, merciless cough! At a large meeting
+of these women held in a hall in Philadelphia, grand speeches were
+delivered, but a needle-woman took the stand, threw aside her faded
+shawl, and with her shriveled arm hurled a very thunder-bolt of
+eloquence, speaking out the horrors of her own experience.
+
+Stand at the corner of a street in New York at six or seven o'clock in
+the morning as the women go to work. Many of them had no breakfast
+except the crumbs that were left over from the night before, or the
+crumbs they chew on their way through the street. Here they come! The
+working-girls of New York and Brooklyn. These engaged in head work,
+these in flower-making, in millinery, in paper-box making; but, most
+overworked of all and least compensated, the sewing-women. Why do they
+not take the city cars on their way up? They can not afford the five
+cents. If, concluding to deny herself something else, she gets into
+the car, give her a seat. You want to see how Latimer and Ridley
+appeared in the fire. Look at that woman and behold a more horrible
+martyrdom, a hotter fire, a more agonizing death. Ask that woman how
+much she gets for her work, and she will tell you six cents for making
+coarse shirts and find her own thread.
+
+Years ago, one Sabbath night in the vestibule of this church, after
+service, a woman fell in convulsions. The doctor said she needed
+medicine not so much as something to eat. As she began to revive, in
+her delirium she said, gaspingly: "Eight cents! Eight cents! Eight
+cents! I wish I could get it done, I am so tired. I wish I could get
+some sleep, but I must get it done. Eight cents! Eight cents! Eight
+cents!" We found afterward that she was making garments for eight
+cents apiece, and that she could make but three of them in a day. Hear
+it! Three times eight are twenty-four. Hear it, men and women who have
+comfortable homes! Some of the worst villains of our cities are the
+employers of these women. They beat them down to the last penny and
+try to cheat them out of that. The woman must deposit a dollar or two
+before she gets the garments to work on. When the work is done it is
+sharply inspected, the most insignificant flaws picked out, and the
+wages refused and sometimes the dollar deposited not given back. The
+Women's Protective Union reports a case where one of the poor souls,
+finding a place where she could get more wages, resolved to change
+employers, and went to get her pay for work done. The employer says:
+"I hear you are going to leave me?" "Yes," she said, "and I have come
+to get what you owe me." He made no answer. She said: "Are you not
+going to pay me?" "Yes," he said, "I will pay you," and he kicked her
+down-stairs.
+
+Oh, that Women's Protective Union, 19 Clinton Place, New York! The
+blessings of Heaven be on it for the merciful and divine work it is
+doing in the defense of toiling womanhood! What tragedies of suffering
+are presented to them day by day! A paragraph from their report: "'Can
+you make Mr. Jones pay me? He owes me for three weeks at $2.50 a week,
+and I can't get anything, and my child is very sick!' The speaker, a
+young woman lately widowed, burst into a flood of tears as she spoke.
+She was bidden to come again the next afternoon and repeat her story
+to the attorney at his usual weekly hearing of frauds and impositions.
+Means were found by which Mr. Jones was induced to pay the $7.50."
+
+Another paragraph from their report: "A fortnight had passed, when she
+modestly hinted a desire to know how much her services were worth.
+'Oh, my dear,' he replied, 'you are getting to be one of the most
+valuable hands in the trade; you will always get the very best price.
+Ten dollars a week you will be able to earn very easily.' And the
+girl's fingers flew on with her work at a marvelous rate. The picture
+of $10 a week had almost turned her head. A few nights later, while
+crossing the ferry, she overheard the name of her employer in the
+conversation of girls who stood near: 'What, John Snipes? Why, he
+don't pay! Look out for him every time. He'll keep you on trial, as he
+calls it, for weeks, and then he'll let you go, and get some other
+fool!' And thus Jane Smith gained her warning against the swindler.
+But the Union held him in the toils of the law until he paid the worth
+of each of those days of 'trial.'"
+
+Another paragraph: "Her mortification may be imagined when told that
+one of the two five-dollar bills which she had just received for her
+work was counterfeit. But her mortification was swallowed up in
+indignation when her employer denied having paid her the money, and
+insultingly asked her to prove it. When the Protective Union had
+placed this matter in the courts, the judge said: 'You will pay
+Eleanor the amount of her claim, $5.83, and also the costs of the
+court.'"
+
+How are these evils to be eradicated? Some say: "Give woman the
+ballot." What effect such ballot might have on other questions I am
+not here to discuss; but what would be the effect of female suffrage
+on women's wages? I do not believe that woman will ever get justice by
+woman's ballot. Indeed, women oppress women as much as men do. Do not
+women, as much as men, beat down to the lowest figure the woman who
+sews for them? Are not women as sharp as men on washer-women and
+milliners and mantua-makers? If a woman asks a dollar for her work,
+does not her female employer ask her if she will not take ninety
+cents? You say, "Only ten cents difference." But that is sometimes the
+difference between heaven and hell. Women often have less
+commiseration for women than men. If a woman steps aside from the path
+of rectitude, man may forgive--woman never! Woman will never get
+justice done her from woman's ballot. Neither will she get it from
+man's ballot. How then? God will rise up for her. God has more
+resources than we know of. The flaming sword that hung at Eden's gate
+when woman was driven out will cleave with its terrible edge her
+oppressors.
+
+But there is something for women to do. Let young people prepare to
+excel in spheres of work, and they will be able after awhile to get
+larger wages. Unskilled and incompetent labor must take what is given:
+skilled and competent labor will eventually make its own standard.
+Admitting that the law of supply and demand regulates these things, I
+contend that the demand for skilled labor is very great and the supply
+very small. Start with the idea that work is honorable, and that you
+can do some one thing better than anybody else. Resolve that, God
+helping, you will take care of yourself. If you are after awhile
+called into another relation you will all the better be qualified for
+it by your spirit of self-reliance, or if you are called to stay as
+you are, you can be happy and self-supporting.
+
+Poets are fond of talking about man as an oak and woman the vine that
+climbs it; but I have seen many a tree fall that not only went down
+itself, but took all the vines with it. I can tell you of something
+stronger than an oak for an ivy to climb on, and that is the throne of
+the great Jehovah. Single or affianced, that woman is strong who leans
+on God and does her best. Many of you will go single-handed through
+life, and you will have to choose between two characters. Young woman,
+I am sure you will turn your back upon the useless, giggling,
+irresponsible nonentity which society ignominiously acknowledges to be
+a woman, and ask God to make you an humble, active, earnest Christian.
+What will become of that womanly disciple of the world? She is more
+thoughtful of the attitude she strikes upon the carpet than how she
+will look in the judgment; more worried about her freckles than her
+sins; more interested in her apparel than in her redemption. The
+dying actress whose life had been vicious said: "The scene
+closes--draw the curtain." Generally the tragedy comes first and the
+farce afterward; but in her life it was first the farce of a useless
+life and then the tragedy of a wretched eternity.
+
+Compare the life and death of such a one with that of some Christian
+aunt that was once a blessing to your household. I do not know that
+she was ever asked to give her hand in marriage. She lived single,
+that, untrammeled, she might be everybody's blessing. Whenever the
+sick were to be visited or the poor to be provided with bread she went
+with a blessing. She could pray or sing "Rock of Ages" for any sick
+pauper who asked her. As she got older there were many days when she
+was a little sharp, but for the most part auntie was a sunbeam--just
+the one for Christmas Eve. She knew better than any one else how to
+fix things. Her every prayer, as God heard it, was full of everybody
+who had trouble. The brightest things in all the house dropped from
+her fingers. She had peculiar notions, but the grandest notion she
+ever had was to make you happy. She dressed well--auntie always
+dressed well; but her highest adornment was that of a meek and quiet
+spirit, which, in the sight of God, is of great price. When she died
+you all gathered lovingly about her; and as you carried her out to
+rest, the Sunday-school class almost covered the coffin with
+japonicas; and the poor people stood at the end of the alley, with
+their aprons to their eyes, sobbing bitterly, and the man of the world
+said, with Solomon: "Her price was above rubies;" and Jesus, as unto
+the maiden in Judea, commanded, "I say unto thee, Arise!"
+
+
+
+
+TOBACCO AND OPIUM.
+
+ "Let the earth bring forth grass, the herb yielding
+ seed."--GEN. i: 11.
+
+
+The two first born of our earth were the grass-blade and the herb.
+They preceded the brute creation and the human family--the grass for
+the animal creation, the herb for human service. The cattle came and
+took possession of their inheritance, the grass-blade; man came and
+took possession of his inheritance, the herb. We have the herb for
+food as in case of hunger, for narcotic as in case of insomnia, for
+anodyne as in case of paroxysm, for stimulant as when the pulses flag
+under the weight of disease. The caterer comes and takes the herb and
+presents it in all styles of delicacy. The physician comes and takes
+the herb and compounds it for physical recuperation. Millions of
+people come and take the herb for ruinous physical and intellectual
+delectation. The herb, which was divinely created, and for good
+purposes, has often been degraded for bad results. There is a useful
+and a baneful employment of the herbaceous kingdom.
+
+There sprung up in Yucatan of this continent an herb that has
+bewitched the world. In the fifteenth century it crossed the Atlantic
+Ocean and captured Spain. Afterward it captured Portugal. Then the
+French embassadors took it to Paris, and it captured the French
+Empire. Then Walter Raleigh took it to London, and it captured Great
+Britain. Nicotiana, ascribed to that genus by the botanists, but we
+all know it is the exhilarating, elevating, emparadising,
+nerve-shattering, dyspepsia-breeding, health-destroying tobacco. I
+shall not in my remarks be offensively personal, because you all use
+it, or nearly all! I know by experience how it soothes and roseates
+the world, and kindles sociality, and I also know some of its baleful
+results. I was its slave, and by the grace of God I have become its
+conqueror. Tens of thousands of people have been asking the question
+during the past two months, asking it with great pathos and great
+earnestness: "Does the use of tobacco produce cancerous and other
+troubles?" I shall not answer the question in regard to any particular
+case, but shall deal with the subject in a more general way.
+
+You say to me, "Did God not create tobacco?" Yes. You say to me, "Is
+not God good?" Yes. Well, then, you say, "If God is good and he
+created tobacco, He must have created it for some good purpose." Yes,
+your logic is complete. But God created the common sense at the same
+time, by which we are to know how to use a poison and how not to use
+it. God created that just as He created henbane and nux vomica and
+copperas and belladonna and all other poisons, whether directly
+created by Himself or extracted by man.
+
+That it is a poison no man of common sense will deny. A case was
+reported where a little child lay upon its mother's lap and one drop
+fell from a pipe to the child's lip, and it went into convulsions and
+into death. But you say, "Haven't people lived on in complete use of
+it to old age?" Oh, yes; just as I have seen inebriates seventy years
+old. In Boston, years ago, there was a meeting in which there were
+several centenarians, and they were giving their experience, and one
+centenarian said that he had lived over a hundred years, and that he
+ascribed it to the fact that he had refrained from the use of
+intoxicating liquors. Right after him another centenarian said he had
+lived over a hundred years, and he ascribed it to the fact that for
+the last fifty years he had hardly seen a sober moment. It is an
+amazing thing how many outrages men may commit upon their physical
+system and yet live on. In the case of the man of the jug he lived on
+because his body was pickled. In the case of the man of the pipe, he
+lived on because his body turned into smoked liver!
+
+But are there no truths to be uttered in regard to this great evil?
+What is the advice to be given to the multitude of young people who
+hear me this day? What is the advice you are going to give to your
+children?
+
+First of all, we must advise them to abstain from the use of tobacco
+because all the medical fraternity of the United States and Great
+Britain agree in ascribing to this habit terrific unhealth. The men
+whose life-time work is the study of the science of health say so, and
+shall I set up my opinion against theirs? Dr. Agnew, Dr. Olcott, Dr.
+Barnes, Dr. Rush, Dr. Mott, Dr. Harvey, Dr. Hosack--all the doctors,
+allopathic, homeopathic, hydropathic, eclectic, denounce the habit as
+a matter of unhealth. A distinguished physician declared he considered
+the use of tobacco caused seventy different styles of disease, and he
+says: "Of all the cases of cancer in the mouth that have come under my
+observation, almost in every case it has been ascribed to tobacco."
+
+The united testimony of all physicians is that it depresses the
+nervous system, that it takes away twenty-five per cent. of the
+physical vigor of this generation, and that it goes on as the years
+multiply and, damaging this generation with accumulated curse, it
+strikes other centuries. And if it is so deleterious to the body, how
+much more destructive to the mind. An eminent physician, who was the
+superintendent of the insane asylum at Northampton, Massachusetts,
+says: "Fully one half the patients we get in our asylum have lost
+their intellect through the use of tobacco." If it is such a bad thing
+to injure the body, what a bad thing, what a worse thing it is to
+injure the mind, and any man of common sense knows that tobacco
+attacks the nervous system, and everybody knows that the nervous
+system attacks the mind.
+
+Besides that, all reformers will tell you that the use of tobacco
+creates an unnatural thirst, and it is the cause of drunkenness in
+America to-day more than anything else. In all cases where you find
+men taking strong drink you find they use tobacco. There are men who
+use tobacco who do not take strong drink, but all who use strong drink
+use tobacco, and that shows beyond controversy there is an affinity
+between the two products. There are reformers here to-day who will
+testify to you it is impossible for a man to reform from taking strong
+drink until he quits tobacco. In many of the cases where men have been
+reformed from strong drink and have gone back to their cups, they
+have testified that they first touched tobacco and then they
+surrendered to intoxicants.
+
+I say in the presence of this assemblage to-day, in which there are
+many physicians--and they know that what I say is true on the
+subject--that the pathway to the drunkard's grave and the drunkard's
+hell is strewn thick with tobacco-leaves. What has been the testimony
+on this subject? Is this a mere statement of a preacher whose business
+it is to talk morals, or is the testimony of the world just as
+emphatic? What did Benjamin Franklin say? "I never saw a well man in
+the exercise of common sense who would say that tobacco did him any
+good." What did Thomas Jefferson say? Certainly he is good authority.
+He says in regard to the culture of tobacco, "It is a culture
+productive of infinite wretchdness." What did Horace Greeley say of
+it? "It is a profane stench." What did Daniel Webster say of it? "If
+those men must smoke, let them take the horse-shed!" One reason why
+the habit goes on from destruction to destruction is that so many
+ministers of the gospel take it. They smoke themselves into
+bronchitis, and then the dear people have to send them to Europe to
+get them restored from exhausting religious services! They smoke until
+the nervous system is shattered. They smoke themselves to death. I
+could mention the names of five distinguished clergymen who died of
+cancer of the mouth, and the doctor said, in every case, it was the
+result of tobacco. The tombstone of many a minister of religion has
+been covered all over with handsome eulogy, when, if the true epitaph
+had been written, it would have said: "Here lies a man killed by too
+much cavendish!" They smoke until the world is blue, and their
+theology is blue, and everything is blue. How can a man stand in the
+pulpit and preach on the subject of temperance when he is indulging
+such a habit as that? I have seen a cuspadore in a pulpit into which
+the holy man dropped his cud before he got up to read about "blessed
+are the pure in heart," and to read about the rolling of sin as a
+sweet morsel under the tongue, and to read about the unclean animals
+in Leviticus that chewed the cud.
+
+About sixty-five years ago a student at Andover Theological Seminary
+graduated into the ministry. He had an eloquence and a magnetism which
+sent him to the front. Nothing could stand before him. But in a few
+months he was put in an insane asylum, and the physician said tobacco
+was the cause of the disaster. It was the custom in those days to give
+a portion of tobacco to every patient in the asylum. Nearly twenty
+years passed along, and that man was walking the floor of his cell in
+the asylum, when his reason returned, and he saw the situation, and he
+took the tobacco from his mouth and threw it against the iron gate of
+the place in which he was confined, and he said: "What brought me
+here? What keeps me here? Tobacco! tobacco! God forgive me, God help
+me, and I will never use it again." He was fully restored to reason,
+came forth, preached the Gospel of Christ for some ten years, and then
+went into everlasting blessedness.
+
+There are ministers of religion now in this country who are dying by
+inches, and they do not know what is the matter with them. They are
+being killed by tobacco. They are despoiling their influence through
+tobacco. They are malodorous with tobacco. I could give one paragraph
+of history, and that would be my own experience. It took ten cigars to
+make one sermon, and I got very nervous, and I awakened one day to see
+what an outrage I was committing upon my health by the use of tobacco.
+I was about to change settlement, and a generous tobacconist of
+Philadelphia told me if I would come to Philadelphia and be his pastor
+he would give me all the cigars I wanted for nothing all the rest of
+my life. I halted. I said to myself, "If I smoke more than I ought to
+now in these war times, and when my salary is small, what would I do
+if I had gratuitous and unlimited supply?" Then and there, twenty-four
+years ago, I quit once and forever. It made a new man of me. Much of
+the time the world looked blue before that, because I was looking
+through tobacco smoke. Ever since the world has been full of sunshine,
+and though I have done as much work as any one of my age, God has
+blessed me, it seems to me, with the best health that a man ever had.
+
+I say that no minister of religion can afford to smoke. Put in my hand
+all the money expended by Christian men in Brooklyn for tobacco, and I
+will support three orphan asylums as well and as grandly as the three
+great orphan asylums already established. Put into my hand the money
+spent by the Christians of America for tobacco, and I will clothe,
+shelter, and feed all the suffering poor of the continent. The
+American Church gives a million dollars a year for the salvation of
+the heathen, and American Christians smoke five million dollars' worth
+of tobacco.
+
+I stand here to-day in the presence of a vast multitude of young
+people who are forming their habits. Between seventeen and twenty-five
+years of age a great many young men get on them habits in the use of
+tobacco that they never get over. Let me say to all my young friends,
+you can not afford to smoke, you can not afford to chew. You either
+take very good tobacco, or you take very cheap tobacco. If it is
+cheap, I will tell you why it is cheap. It is made of burdock, and
+lampblack, and sawdust, and colt's-foot, and plantain leaves, and
+fuller's earth, and salt, and alum, and lime, and a little tobacco,
+and you can not afford to put such a mess as that in your mouth. But
+if you use expensive tobacco, do you not think it would be better for
+you to take that amount of money which you are now expending for this
+herb, and which you will expend during the course of your life if you
+keep the habit up, and with it buy a splendid farm and make the
+afternoon and the evening of your life comfortable?
+
+There are young men whose life is going out inch by inch from
+cigarettes. Now, do you not think it would be well for you to listen
+to the testimony of a merchant of New York, who said this: "In early
+life I smoked six cigars a day at six and a half cents each. They
+averaged that. I thought to myself one day, I'll just put aside all I
+consume in cigars and all I would consume if I keep on in the habit,
+and I'll see what it will come to by compound interest." And he gives
+this tremendous statistic: "Last July completed thirty-nine years
+since, by the grace of God, I was emancipated from the filthy habit,
+and the saving amounted to the enormous sum of $29,102.03 by compound
+interest. We lived in the city, but the children, who had learned
+something of the enjoyment of country life from their annual visits to
+their grandparents, longed for a home among the green fields. I found
+a very pleasant place in the country for sale. The cigar money came
+into requisition, and I found it amounted to a sufficient sum to
+purchase the place, and it is mine. Now, boys, you take your choice.
+Smoking without a home, or a home without smoking." This is common
+sense as well as religion.
+
+I must say a word to my friends who smoke the best tobacco, and who
+could stop at any time. What is your Christian influence in this
+respect? What is your influence upon young men? Do you not think it
+would be better for you to exercise a little self-denial! People
+wondered why George Briggs, Governor of Massachusetts, wore a cravat
+but no collar. "Oh," they said, "it is an absurd eccentricity." This
+was the history of the cravat without any collar: For many years
+before he had been talking with an inebriate, trying to persuade him
+to give up the habit of drinking and he said to the inebriate, "Your
+habit is entirely unnecessary." "Ah!" replied the inebriate, "we do a
+great many things that are not necessary. It isn't necessary that you
+should have that collar." "Well," said Mr. Briggs, "I'll never wear a
+collar again if you will stop drinking." "Agreed," said the other.
+They joined hands in a pledge that they kept for twenty years--kept
+until death. That is magnificent. That is Gospel, practical Gospel,
+worthy of George Briggs, worthy of you. Self-denial for others.
+Subtraction from our advantage that there may be an addition to
+somebody else's advantage.
+
+But what I have said has been chiefly appropriate for men. Now my
+subject widens and shall be appropriate for both sexes. In all ages of
+the world there has been a search for some herb or flower that would
+stimulate lethargy and compose grief. Among the ancient Greeks and
+Egyptians they found something they called nepenthe, and the Theban
+women knew how to compound it. If a person should chew a few of those
+leaves his grief would be immediately whelmed with hilarity. Nepenthe
+passed out from the consideration of the world and then came hasheesh,
+which is from the Indian hemp. It is manufactured from the flowers at
+the top. The workman with leathern apparel walks through the field and
+the exudation of the plants adheres to the leathern garments, and then
+the man comes out and scrapes off this exudation, and it is mixed with
+aromatics and becomes an intoxicant that has brutalized whole nations.
+Its first effect is sight, spectacle glorious and grand beyond all
+description, but afterward it pulls down body, mind, and soul into
+anguish.
+
+I knew one of the most brilliant men of our time. His appearance in a
+newspaper column, or a book, or a magazine was an enchantment. In the
+course of a half hour he could produce more wit and more valuable
+information than any man I ever heard talk. But he chewed hasheesh. He
+first took it out of curiosity to see whether the power said to be
+attached really existed. He took it. He got under the power of it. He
+tried to break loose. He put his hand in the cockatrice's den to see
+whether it would bite, and he found out to his own undoing. His
+friends gathered around and tried to save him, but he could not be
+saved. The father, a minister of the Gospel, prayed with him and
+counseled him, and out of a comparatively small salary employed the
+first medical advice of New York, Philadelphia, Edinburgh, Paris,
+London, and Berlin, for he was his only son. No help came. First his
+body gave way in pangs and convulsions of suffering. Then his mind
+gave way and he became a raving maniac. Then his soul went out
+blaspheming God into a starless eternity. He died at thirty years of
+age. Behold the work of accursed hasheesh.
+
+But I must put my emphasis upon the use of opium. It is made from the
+white poppy. It is not a new discovery. Three hundred years before
+Christ we read of it; but it was not until the seventh century that it
+took up its march of death, and, passing out of the curative and the
+medicinal, through smoking and mastication it has become the curse of
+nations. In 1861 there were imported into this country one hundred and
+seven thousand pounds of opium. In 1880, nineteen years after, there
+were imported five hundred and thirty thousand pounds of opium. In
+1876 there were in this country two hundred and twenty-five thousand
+opium-consumers. Now, it is estimated there are in the United States
+to-day six hundred thousand victims of opium. It is appalling.
+
+We do not know why some families do not get on. There is something
+mysterious about them. The opium habit is so stealthy, it is so
+deceitful, and it is so deathful, you can cure a hundred men of
+strong drink where you can cure one opium-eater.
+
+I have knelt down in this very church by those who were elegant in
+apparel, and elegant in appearance, and from the depths of their souls
+and from the depths of my soul, we cried out for God's rescue. Somehow
+it did not come. In many a household only the physician and pastor
+know it--the physician called in for physical relief, the pastor
+called in for spiritual relief, and they both fail. The physician
+confesses his defeat, the minister of religion confesses his defeat,
+for somehow God does not seem to hear a prayer offered for an
+opium-eater. His grace is infinite, and I have been told there are
+cases of reformation. I never saw one. I say this not to wound the
+feelings of any who may feel this awful grip, but to utter a potent
+warning that you stand back from that gate of hell. Oh, man, oh,
+woman, tampering with this great evil, have you fallen back on this as
+a permanent resource because of some physical distress or mental
+anguish? Better stop. The ecstasies do not pay for the horrors. The
+Paradise is followed too soon by the Pandemonium. Morphia, a blessing
+of God for the relief of sudden pang and of acute dementia,
+misappropriated and never intended for permanent use.
+
+It is not merely the barbaric fanatics that are taken down by it. Did
+you ever read De Quincey's "Confessions of an Opium-Eater?" He says
+that during the first ten years the habit handed to him all the keys
+of Paradise, but it would take something as mighty as De Quincey's pen
+to describe the consequent horrors. There is nothing that I have ever
+read about the tortures of the damned that seemed more horrible than
+those which De Quincey says he suffered. Samuel Taylor Coleridge first
+conquered the world with his exquisite pen, and then was conquered by
+opium. The most brilliant, the most eloquent lawyer of the nineteenth
+century went down under its power, and there is a vast multitude of
+men and women--but more women than men--who are going into the dungeon
+of that awful incarceration.
+
+The worst thing about it is, it takes advantage of one's weakness. De
+Quincey says: "I got to be an opium-eater on account of my
+rheumatism." Coleridge says: "I got to be an opium-eater on account of
+my sleeplessness." For what are you taking it? For God's sake do not
+take it long. The wealthiest, the grandest families going down under
+its power. Twenty-five thousand victims of opium in Chicago.
+Twenty-five thousand victims of opium in St. Louis, and, according to
+that average, seventy-five thousand victims of opium in New York and
+Brooklyn.
+
+The clerk of a drug store says: "I can tell them when they come in;
+there is something about their complexion, something about their
+manner, something about the look of their eyes that shows they are
+victims." Some in the struggle to get away from it try chloral. Whole
+tons of chloral manufactured in Germany every year. Baron Liebig says
+he knows one chemist in Germany who manufactures a half ton of chloral
+every week. Beware of hydrate of chloral. It is coming on with mighty
+tread to curse these cities. But I am chiefly under this head speaking
+of the morphine. The devil of morphia is going to be in this country,
+in my opinion, mightier than the devil of alcohol. By the power of the
+Christian pulpit, by the power of the Christianized printing-press, by
+the power of the Lord God Almighty, all these evils are going to be
+extirpated--all, all, and you have a work in regard to that, and I
+have a work. But what we do we had better do right away. The clock
+ticks now, and we hear it; after awhile the clock will tick and we
+will not hear it.
+
+I sat at a country fireside, and I saw the fire kindle and blaze, and
+go out. I sat long enough at that fireside to get a good many
+practical reflections, and I said: "That is like human life, that fire
+on the hearth." We put on the fagots and they blaze up, and out, and
+on, and the whole room is filled with the light, gay of sparkle, gay
+of flash, gay of crackle. Emblem of boyhood. Now the fire intensifies.
+Now the flame reddens into coals. Now the heat is becoming more and
+more intense, and the more it is stirred the redder is the coal. Now
+with one sweep of flame it cleaves the way, and all the hearth glows
+with the intensity. Emblem of full manhood. Now the coals begin to
+whiten. Now the heat lessens. Now the flickering shadows die along the
+wall. Now the fagots fall apart. Now the household hover over the
+expiring embers. Now the last breath of smoke is lost in the chimney.
+The fire is out. Shovel up the white remains. Ashes! Ashes!
+
+
+
+
+WHY ARE SATAN AND SIN PERMITTED?
+
+ "Wherefore do the wicked live?"--JOB xxi: 7,
+
+
+Poor Job! With tusks and horns and hoofs and stings, all the
+misfortunes of life seemed to come upon him at once. Bankruptcy,
+bereavement, scandalization, and eruptive disease so irritating that
+he had to re-enforce his ten finger-nails with pieces of earthenware
+to scratch himself withal. His wife took the diagnosis of his
+complaints and prescribed profanity. She thought he would feel better
+if between the paroxysms of grief and pain he would swear a little.
+For each boil a plaster of objurgation.
+
+Probably no man was ever more tempted to take the bad advice than
+when, at last, Job's three exasperating friends came in, Eliphaz,
+Zophar, and Bildad, practically saying to him, "You old sinner, serves
+you right; you are a hypocrite; what a sight you are! God has sent
+these chastisements for your wickedness."
+
+The disfigured invalid, putting down the pieces of broken saucer with
+which he had been rubbing his arms, with swollen eyelids looks up and
+says to his garrulous friends in substance, "The most wicked people
+sometimes have the best health and are the most prospered," and then
+in that connection hurls the question which every man and woman has
+asked in some juncture of affairs, "Wherefore do the wicked live?"
+
+They build up fortunes that overshadow the earth. They confound all
+the life-insurance tables on the subject of longevity, dying
+octogenarians, perhaps nonagenarians, possibly centenarians. Ahab in
+the palace, Naboth in the cabinet. Unclean Herod on the throne,
+consecrated Paul twisting ropes for tent-making. Manasseh, the worst
+of all the kings of Juda, living longer than any of them. While the
+general rule is the wicked do not live out half their days, there are
+exceptions where they live on to great age and in a Paradise of beauty
+and luxuriance, and die with a whole college of physicians expending
+its skill in trying further prolongation of life, and have a funeral
+with casket under mountain of calla-lilies, the finest equipages of
+the city jingling and flashing into line, the poor, angle-worm of the
+dust carried out to its hole in the ground with the pomp that might
+make a spirit from some other world suppose that the Archangel Michael
+was dead.
+
+Go up among the finest residences of the city, and on some of the
+door-plates you will find the names of those mightiest for commercial
+and social iniquity. They are the vampires of society--they are the
+gorgons of the century. Some of these men have each wheel of their
+carriage a juggernaut wet with the blood of those sacrificed to their
+avarice. Some of them are like Caligula, who wished that all the
+people had only one neck that he might strike it off at one blow. Oh,
+the slain, the slain! A long procession of usurers and libertines and
+infamous quacks and legal charlatans and world-grabbing monsters. What
+apostleship of despoliation! Demons incarnate. Hundreds of men
+concentering all their energies of body, mind, and soul in one
+prolonged, ever-intensifying, and unrelenting effort to scald and
+scarify and blast and consume the world. I do not blame you for asking
+me the quivering, throbbing, burning, resounding, appalling question
+of my text, "Wherefore do the wicked live?"
+
+In the first place, they live to demonstrate beyond all controversy
+the long-suffering patience of God. You sometimes say, under some
+great affront, "I will not stand it;" but perhaps you are compelled to
+stand it. God, with all the batteries of omnipotence loaded with
+thunderbolts, stands it century after century. I have no doubt
+sometimes an angel comes to Him and suggests, "Now is the time to
+strike." "No," says God; "wait a year, wait twenty years, wait a
+century, wait five centuries." What God does is not so wonderful as
+what He does not do. He has the reserve corps with which He could
+strike Mormonism and Mohammedanism and Paganism from the earth in a
+day. He could take all the fraud in New York on the west side of
+Broadway and hurl it into the Hudson, and all the fraud on the east
+side of Broadway and hurl it into the East River in an hour. He
+understands the combination lock of every dishonest money-safe, and
+could blow it up quicker than by any earthly explosive. Written all
+over the earth, written all over history are the words, "Divine
+forbearance, divine leniency, divine long-suffering."
+
+I wonder that God did not burn this world up two thousand years ago,
+scattering its ashes into immensity, its aerolites dropping into
+other worlds to be kept in their museums as specimens of a defunct
+planet. People sometimes talk of God as though He were hasty in His
+judgments and as though He snapped men up quick. Oh, no! He waited one
+hundred and twenty years for the people to get into the ark, and
+warned them all the time--one hundred and twenty years, then the flood
+came. The Anchor Line gives only a month's announcement of the sailing
+of the "Circassia," the White Star Line gives only a month's
+announcement of the sailing of the "Britannic," the Cunard Line gives
+only a month's announcement of the sailing of the "Oregon;" but of the
+sailing of that ship that Noah commanded God gave one hundred and
+twenty years' announcement and warning. Patience antediluvian,
+patience postdiluvian, patience in times Adamic, Abrahamic, Mosaic,
+Davidic, Pauline, Lutheran, Whitefieldian. Patience with men and
+nations. Patience with barbarisms and civilizations. Six thousand
+years of patience! Overtopping attribute of God, all of whose
+attributes are immeasurable. Why do the wicked live? That their
+overthrow may be the more impressive and climacteric. They must pile
+up their mischief until all the community shall see it, until the
+nation shall see it, until all the world shall see it. The higher it
+goes up the harder it will come down and the grander will be the
+divine vindication.
+
+God will not allow sin to sneak out of the world. God will not allow
+it merely to resign and quit. This shall not be a case that goes by
+default because no one appears against it. God will arraign it,
+handcuff it, try it, bring against it the verdict of all the good, and
+then gibbet it so high up that if one half of the gibbet stood on
+Mount Washington and the other on the Himalaya, it would not be any
+more conspicuous.
+
+About fifteen years ago we had in this country a most illustrious
+instance of how God lets a man go on in iniquity, so that at the close
+of the career his overthrow may be the more impressive, full of
+warning and climacteric. First, an honest chairmaker, then an
+alderman, then a member of congress, then a supervisor of a city, then
+school commissioner, then state senator, then commissioner of public
+works--on and up, stealing thousands of dollars here and thousands of
+dollars there, until the malfeasance in office overtopped anything the
+world had ever seen--making the new Court House in New York a monument
+of municipal crime, and rushing the debt of the city from thirty-six
+million dollars to ninety-seven millions. Now, he is at the top of
+millionairedom.
+
+Country-seat terraced and arbored and parterred clear to the water's
+brink. Horses enough to stock a king's equerry. Grooms and postilions
+in full rig. Wine cellars enough to make a whole legislature drunk.
+New York finances and New York politics in his vest pocket. He winked,
+and men in high place fell. He lifted his little finger, and
+ignoramuses took important office. He whispered, and in Albany and
+Washington they said it thundered. Wider and mightier and more baleful
+his influence, until it seemed as if Pandemonium was to be adjourned
+to this world, and in the Satanic realm there was to be a change of
+administration, and Apollyon, who had held dominion so long, should
+have a successful competitor.
+
+To bring all to a climax, a wedding came in the house of that man.
+Diamonds as large as hickory nuts. A pin of sixty diamonds
+representing sheaves of wheat. Musicians in a semicircle, half-hidden
+by a great harp of flowers. Ships of flowers. Forty silver sets, one
+of them with two hundred and forty pieces. One wedding-dress that cost
+five thousand dollars. A famous libertine, who owned several Long
+Island Sound steamboats, and not long before he was shot for his
+crimes, sent as a wedding present to that house a frosted silver
+iceberg, with representations of arctic bears walking on
+icicle-handles and ascending the spoons. Was there ever such a
+convocation of pictures, bronzes, of bric-a-brac, of grandeurs, social
+grandeurs? The highest wave of New York splendor rolled into that
+house and recoiled perhaps never again to rise so high. But just at
+that time, when all earthly and infernal observation was concentered
+on that man, eternal justice, impersonated by that wonder of the
+American bar, Charles O'Connor, got on the track of the offender.
+First arraignment, then sentence to twelve years' imprisonment under
+twelve indictments, then penitentiary on Blackwell's Island, then a
+lawsuit against him for six million dollars, then incarceration in
+Ludlow Street jail, then escape to foreign land, to be brought back
+under the stout grip of the constabulary, then dying of broken heart
+in a prison cell. God allowed him to go on in iniquity until all the
+world saw as never before that "the way of the transgressor is hard,"
+and that dishonesty will not declare permanent dividends, and that you
+had better be an honest chairmaker with a day's wages at a time than
+a brilliant commissioner of public works, all your pockets crammed
+with plunder.
+
+What a brilliant figure in history is William the Conqueror, the
+intimidator of France, of Anjou, of Brittany, victor at Hastings,
+snatching the crown of England and setting it on his own brow,
+destroying homesteads that he might have a larger game forest, making
+a Doomsday Book by which he could keep the whole land under despotic
+espionage, proclaiming war in revenge for a joke uttered in regard to
+his obesity. Harvest fields and vineyards going down under the cavalry
+hoof. Nations horror-struck. But one day while at the apex of all
+observation he is riding out and the horse put his hoof on a hot
+cinder, throwing the king so violently against the pommel of the
+saddle that he dies, his son hastening to England to get the crown
+before the breath has left his father's body.
+
+The imperial corpse drawn by a cart, most of the attendants leaving it
+in the street because of a fire alarm that they might go off and see
+the conflagration. And just as they are going to put his body down in
+the church which he had built, a man stepping up and saying, "Bishop,
+the man you praise is a robber. This church stands on my father's
+homestead. The property on which this church is built is mine. I
+reclaim my right. In the name of Almighty God I forbid you to bury the
+king here, or to cover him with my glebe." "Go up," said the ambition
+of William the Conqueror. "Go up by conquest, go up by throne, go up
+in the sight of all nations, go up by cruelties." But one day God
+said, "Come down, come down by the way of a miserable death, come down
+by the way of an ignominious obsequies, come down in the sight of all
+nations, come clear down, come down forever." And you and I see the
+same thing on a smaller scale many and many a time--illustrations of
+the fact that God lets the wicked live that He may make their
+overthrow the more climacteric.
+
+What is true in regard to sin is true in regard to its author, Satan,
+called Abaddon, called the Prince of the Power of the Air, called the
+serpent, called the dragon. It seems to me any intelligent man must
+admit that there is a commander-in-chief of all evil.
+
+The Persians called him Ahriman, the Hindus called him Siva. He was
+represented on canvas as a mythological combination of Thor and
+Cerberus and Pan and Vulcan and other horrible addenda. I do not care
+what you call him, that monster of evil is abroad, and his one work is
+destruction. John Milton almost glorified him by witchery of
+description, but he is the concentration of all meanness and of all
+despicability. My little child, seven years of age, said to her mother
+one day, "Why don't God kill the devil at once, and have done with
+it?" In less terse phrase we have all asked the same question. The
+Bible says he is to be imprisoned and he is to be chained down. Why
+not heave the old miscreant into his dungeon now? Does it not seem as
+if his volume of infamy were complete? Does it not seem as if the last
+fifty years would make an appropriate peroration? No; God will let him
+go on to the top of all bad endeavor, and then when all the earth and
+all constellations and galaxies and all the universe are watching, God
+will hurl him down with a violence and ghastliness enough to persuade
+five hundred eternities that a rebellion against God must perish. God
+will not do it by piecemeal, God will not do it by small skirmish. He
+will wait until all the troops are massed, and then some day when in
+defiant and confident mood, at the head of his army, this Goliath of
+hell stalks forth, our champion, the son of David, will strike him
+down, not with smooth stones from the brook, but with fragments from
+the Rock of Ages. But it will not be done until this giant of evil and
+his holy antagonist come out within full sight of the two great
+armies. The tragedy is only postponed to make the overthrow more
+impressive and climacteric. Do not fret. If God can afford to wait you
+can afford to wait. God's clock of destiny strikes only once in a
+thousand years. Do not try to measure events by the second-hand on
+your little time-piece. Sin and Satan go on only that their overthrow
+may at last be the more terrific, the more impressive, the more
+resounding, the more climacteric.
+
+Why do the wicked live? In order that they may build up fortresses for
+righteousness to capture. Have you not noticed that God harnesses men,
+bad men, and accomplishes good through them? Witness Cyrus, witness
+Nebuchadnezzar, witness the fact that the Bastile of oppression was
+pried open by the bayonets of a bad man. Recently there came to me the
+fact that a college had been built at the Far West for infidel
+purposes. There was to be no nonsense of chapel prayers, no Bible
+reading there. All the professors there were pronounced infidels. The
+college was opened, and the work went on, but, of course, failed. Not
+long ago a Presbyterian minister was in a bank in that village on
+purposes of business, and he heard in an adjoining room the board of
+trustees of that college discussing what they had better do with the
+institution, as it did not get on successfully, and one of the
+trustees proposed that it be handed over to the Presbyterians,
+prefacing the word Presbyterians with a very unhappy expletive. The
+resolutions were passed, and that fortress of infidelity has become a
+fortress of old-fashioned, orthodox religion, the only religion that
+will be worth a snap of your finger when you come to die or appear in
+the Day of Judgment. The devil built the college. Righteousness
+captured it.
+
+In some city there goes up a great club-house--the architecture, the
+furniture, all the equipment a bedazzlement of wealth. That particular
+club-house is designed to make gambling and dissipation respectable.
+
+Do not fret. That splendid building will after a while be a free
+library, or it will be a hospital, or it will be a gallery of pure
+art. Again and again observatories have been built by infidelity, and
+the first thing you know they go into the hand of Christian science.
+God said in the Bible that He would put a hook in Sennacherib's nose
+and pull him down by a way he knew not. And God has a hook to-day in
+the nose of every Sennacherib of infidelity and sin, and will drag him
+about as He will. Marble halls deserted to sinful amusements will yet
+be dedicated for religious assemblage. All these castles of sin are to
+be captured for God as we go forth with the battle-shout that Oliver
+Cromwell rang out at the head of his troops as he rode in on the field
+of Naseby: "Let God arise and let His enemies be scattered!" After a
+great fire in London, amid the ruins there was nothing left but an
+arch with the name of the architect upon it; and, my friends, whatever
+else goes down, God stays up.
+
+Why do the wicked live? That some of them may be monuments of mercy.
+
+So it was with John Newton, so it was with Augustine, perhaps so it
+was with you. Chieftains of sin to become chieftains of grace. Paul,
+the apostle, made out of Saul, the persecutor. Baxter, the flaming
+evangel, made out of Baxter, the blasphemer. Whole squadrons, with
+streamers of Emmanuel floating from the masthead, though once they
+were launched from the dry-docks of diabolism. God lets these wicked
+men live that He may make jewels out of them for coronets, that He may
+make tongues of fire out of them for Pentecosts, that He may make
+warriors out of them for Armageddons, that he may make conquerors out
+of them for the day when they shall ride at the head of the
+white-horse host in the grand review of the resurrection.
+
+Why do the wicked live? To make it plain beyond all controversy that
+there is another place of adjustment. So many of the bad up, so many
+of the good down. It seems to me that no man can look abroad without
+saying--no man of common sense, religious or irreligious, can look
+abroad without saying, "There must be some place where brilliant
+scoundrelism shall be arrested, where innocence shall get out from
+under the heel of despotism." Common fairness as well as eternal
+justice demands it.
+
+We adjourn to the great assizes, the stupendous injustices of this
+life. They are not righted here. There must be some place where they
+will be righted. God can not afford to omit the judgment day or the
+reconstruction of conditions. For you can not make me believe that
+that man stuffed with all abomination, having devoured widows' houses
+and digested them, looking with basilisk or tigerish eyes upon his
+fellows, no music so sweet to him as the sound of breaking hearts, is,
+at death, to get out of the landau at the front door of the sepulcher
+and pass right on through to the back door of the sepulcher, and find
+a celestial turnout waiting for him, so that he can drive tandem right
+up primrosed hills, one glory riding as lackey ahead, and another
+glory riding as postilion behind, while that poor woman who supported
+her invalid husband and her helpless children by taking in washing and
+ironing, often putting her hand to her side where the cancerous
+trouble had already begun, and dropping dead late on Saturday night
+while she was preparing the garments for the Sabbath day, coming afoot
+to the front door of the sepulcher, shall pass through to the back
+door of the sepulcher and find nothing waiting, no one to welcome, no
+one to tell her the way to the King's gate. I will not believe it.
+Solomon was confounded in his day by what he represents as princes
+afoot and beggars a-horseback, but I tell you there must be a place
+and a time when the right foot will get into the stirrup. To
+demonstrate beyond all controversy that there is another place for
+adjustment, God lets the wicked live.
+
+Why do the wicked live? For the same reason that He lets us live--to
+have time for repentance.
+
+Where would you and I have been if sin had been followed by immediate
+catastrophe? While the foot of Christ is fleet as that of a roebuck
+when He comes to save, it does seem as if he were hoppled with great
+languors and infinite lethargies when He comes to punish. Oh, I
+celebrate God's slowness, God's retardation, God's putting off the
+retribution! Do you not think, my brother, it would be a great deal
+better for us to exchange our impatient hypercriticism of Providence
+because this man, by watering of stock, makes a million dollars in one
+day, and another man rides on in one bloated iniquity year after
+year--would it not be better for us to exchange that impatient
+hypercriticism for gratitude everlasting that God let us who were
+wicked live, though we deserved nothing but capsize and demolition?
+Oh, I celebrate God's slowness! The slower the rail-train comes the
+better, if the drawbridge is off.
+
+How long have you, my brother, lived unforgiven? Fifteen, twenty,
+forty, sixty years? Lived through great awakenings, lived through
+domestic sorrow, lived through commercial calamity, lived through
+providential crises that startled nations, and you are living yet,
+strangers to God, and with no hope for a great future into which you
+may be precipitated. Oh, would it not be better for us to get our
+nature through the Grace of Christ revolutionized and transfigured?
+For I want you to know that God sometimes changes His gait, and
+instead of the deliberate tread He is the swift witness, and sometimes
+the enemies of God are suddenly destroyed, and that without remedy.
+
+Make God your ally. What an offer that is! Do not fight against Him.
+Do not contend against your best interests. Yield this morning to the
+best impulse of your heart, and that is toward Christ and heaven. Do
+not fight the Lord that made you and offers to redeem you.
+
+Philip of France went out with his army, with bows and arrows, to
+fight King Edward III. of England; but just as they got into the
+critical moment of the battle, a shower of rain came and relaxed the
+bow-strings so that they were of no effect, and Philip and his army
+were worsted. And all your weaponry against God will be as nothing
+when he rains upon you discomfiture from the heavens. Do not fight the
+Lord any longer. Change allegiance. Take down the old flag of sin, run
+up the new flag of grace. It does not take the Lord Jesus Christ the
+thousandth part of a second to convert you if you will only surrender,
+be willing to be saved. The American Congress was in anxiety during
+the Revolutionary War while awaiting to hear news from the conflict
+between Washington and Cornwallis, and the anxiety became intense and
+almost unbearable as the days went by. When the news came at last that
+Cornwallis had surrendered and the war was practically over, so great
+was the excitement that the doorkeeper of the House of Congress
+dropped dead from joyful excitement. And if this long war between your
+soul and God should come to an end this morning by your entire
+surrender, the war forever over, the news would very soon reach the
+heavens, and nothing but the supernatural health of your loved ones
+before the throne would keep them from being prostrated with overjoy
+at the cessation of all spiritual hostilities.
+
+
+THE END.
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