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I) RECTORY,
Town Okkickks Mayor. L. A. Ptr-
! I V-IMMli iotll'!'-. .1. II. 'JM. J.
. :. r. t. M i" gill. V T. V'-re.
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MKruoD'ST-Ucv. oo. T .Immoiw Vastor
:rrvle' nt 7 l- im. every First suid iy. uiid
11 a in arid 7 i. in. every Foiiriii Sunday.
I'rayer lueetiiijr -very Wednesday ni.Iit nt
7 VU !;.
Sund.iy srliool every Sunday M'Tsiincr at 10
o'clock U. K. ; rant ham Suj-r:;iteiidaiit.
Meetii!1 f Siiti'i.ay-cliool Ii-ioiiary So
' i-tv every 4th. Sunday afterinK.i..
Ycuii.;,' i -n".s rr.iyer-nieetiiie,' every Mon
day t.ihf.
F v. v kS ij ytk r. i a v 1 e v . A . M
Services every r"irt and
Hassell, Pastor.
Fifth Srnday at
II a. in. aim 7 , in.
Sunday school every Sunday o niii at
:.:o o'clot:, Ir, J, II. "Daniel, Su vrciidint.
Disc in r.s Hev. J. J. IIari"r. Pastor.
Srve-s every Third Sunday, at 11 a. in
and 7 p. in
unday school every Sunday at, 2 o'clock,;
Vi-.if W f William. Sn iriliteTcailt.
Prayer meeting
7 o'ciock.
every Thursday night at
MlSPX KY liil'TIST Rev. N. E. Conn, D. I).
Pastor.
Services every Second Sunday at 11 a. in.
and 7 i . in.
Snndav seliool every Sunday inr; iiinpr at 10
oVh.ck. ll.il. Taylor. S-jp-rintejidant.
Prayer nieetioni; every Thursday niht at
T:'.M o'clock.
Fr.KK-WiLL D.vi TlsT-Uev. J. II. W orley,
p-.stor.
STvic-s every Fourth Suinlay at 11 a. in.
Sunday sdhool every Sunday evening at 3
oVliH-ei. Krasmus Lee Suporintendant.
PitniATivK BAptist Elder Buruice Wood
Pastor
Services every Third Sunday at 11 a. in. and
Saturday before the Third Sunday at 11 a.m
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EE J. BKST.
A'lTORNEY AT LAW.
DUNN. N. C:.
Practice in all the Courts.
Prompt attention to till husincj.
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A NEW LAW FIRM.
D." H. McLean ami 1. A. Farmer
rave this day associated tlumaeive
oelher in the practice f law in all
the courts of the-St:t.
Collections and geru-ral practice
solicited. ,
I. II. McLkas. of Lillinsiton, N. C
.1, A. I4aiimi:k, of Dunn, N, C.
DR. J. H DANIEL.
DUNN, HARNETT CO.
N C.
Practice confined to the disease of
Cancer.
Positivellj' will not visit patients
at distance. .
A pamphlet On Can :r, lis Tre tt
nientand Cure, will be mailed to any
aJdress tree of c arje.
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Will Practice in all the surround
ino; counties.
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J IS
FORTV YEARK.
Marri d. how long aw? Count the years ly
tie slim, old wedoiusr ring.
One" thick and heavy. How last thev fly.
the wtn'eis that melt in sirihff,
And youth jfoes with then:: ho loy. sweet
hearts, is the unly ; i-tiii thi.i-j:
We two. ah, what did we know of love,
when roi-s f June were red?
When yon w j t sweet tar at a sonar, or sob
bed for some !. i:;"rt!.ss word I said.
And blushes if I only r.-ssed our hand r a
kiss i. n your f;ir 1 rewn hea.
Our hearts were li,'h' as bright bubbles
Mow, like children in fairy land
W'e wanler"d down whore th" daisies grew,
to that wanderfulK Ideii strand.
Where, all the dreams of the heart cons
true, and lovers walk hand in hard.
Since then, ince then oh.thr lonsr, Iour r ad
w; hav wandered throuh calm ar.d storm.
When If.iVf.i blew by us and snowilakes
whirled, we watched l. ic swallows form
In winded clouds sweeping down the sky to
land. wjjre tlie sun was warm
There was niways lri.sr.l!ie .s for you and
and o ver 1 lie t,-ars we wept.
For life's sore losses and liurt:nt iain, a
rainbow of hope still crept.
Ar.d deep in your sweet, tear-clouded eyes
tuy suiisiiine forever slept!
Look at me, dear, with yeurtrue, kind eyes.
beaming under yoii:-soft, white h ilr:
They are far mor- beautiful now. sweetheart.
than when morning and youth were fair;
And far more lewlyyour pale, worn cheeks
than when blushes were burning there.
talk like a k,v.-? nf
lo. What else
should I talk like.
P1TO
i For a man is nt ver a lov : fu? t( the ffirl of
his heart. 1 sav.
Till he's lived as her husband, forty years and
seen lier-grow old and gray."
CHIiLST THE COXQUEJfOIi.
A Sacram antal Sermon by Hev. T.
Do Witt Talmaere.
imat I nrist lists Uone for Mnn 3in s-
Constantly Doini; for Those Depend
ant Upon Him in t!io 1
Home Circle.
The followinr sacramental discourse
on tlie subject: "Christ the Conqueror"
was delivered by Rev. T. DeWitt Tal
mapre in the ISrooklyn tabernacle, the
text beingr:
Who is this that cometh from Edom. with
dyed garments from Bozrah? this that is glori
ous in his apparel, traveling in the greatness
of his slrenx'th? Isaiah lxiii.
Edora and llozrah, having been the
scene of fierce battle, when those
words are used here or in any other
part of the Rible, they are figures of
speech setting- forth scenes of severe
conflict! As now we often use the
wortl Waterloo to tlescribe a decisive
contest of any kind, so the words Boz
rah and Edom in this text are figures
of speech descriptive of a scene of
great slaughter. Whatever else the
prophet maj' have meant to, describe,
he most certainly meant to depict the
Lord Jesus Christ, saying": "Who is
that cometh from Edom, with dyed
garments from Bozrah, traveling; in
the greatness of his sttength?
When a general is about to go out
to the wars, a flag and a sword are
publicly presented to him, and the
maidens bring flowers, and thr young
men load the cannon, and the train
starts nmid a huzza that drowns
the thunder of the wheels and the
shiiek of the whistle. Hut all this
will give no idea of the excitement
that there must have been in Heaven
when Christ started out on the cam
paign of the world's conquest. If thej'
! could have foreseen the siege that
would be laid to Him, and the mal
treatment He would suffer, and the
burdens He would have to carry, and
the battles lie won! ! have to tieht, 1
think there would have been a million
volunteers in Heaven who would have
insisted on coming along with Him;
but no, they only accompanied Him to
the gate, their last shout heard clear
down to the earth, the space be
tween the two worlds bridged
with a great hosanna. You know
there is a wide difference be
tween a man's going off to battle
and coming back again. When he goes
off- il is with epaulets untangled, with
banner unspecked, with horses sleek
and shining from the groom. All that
there is of struggle and pam is
to come yet. So it was with Christ
He had not yet fought a battle, lie
was starting out. and though this
world did not give I lira a warm-hearted
greeting, there was a gentle mother
who folded Him in l.cr arms; and a
babe finds no difference between a
stable and a palace, between courtiers
and camel-drivers. As Jesus stepped
on the stage of, this world, it was
cmidst angelic shouts in the galleries
and amidst the kindest maternal ad
ministrations. But soon hostile
forces began to gather. They de
ployed from the Sanhedrim. They
were detailed from the standing army.
there came a force together that
threatened to put to rout this newly-
arrived one from Heaven. .Jesus now
seeing the battle gathering lifted His
own standard; but who gathered
about it? How feeble the re
cruits! A few shoremen, a blind beg-
gar, a woman witn an alabaster box,
another woman with two mites, and a
group of friendless, moneyless and
positionless people came to His stand
ard. What chance was there for Him?
Nazareth against Him. Bethlehem
against Him. Capernaum against II im.
Jerusalem against' Him. Galilee
against Him. The courts against I lira.
The army pgainst Ilim. The throne
against Him. The world against Him.
All hell against Him. No wonder
they asked Ilim to surrender. But He
could not surrender, He could not
apologize, He could not take any back
steps. lie hud come to strike for the
deliverance of an enslaved, race, and
lie must do the work. Then th.ry sent
out their pickets to watch Him. They
saw in what house He went, and when
He came out. They watched what He
ate,, and who with; what lie cirmlr.
and how much. They did not dare to
make their final assault, for they knew
not but that behind Ilim there might
be rc.-enforcement thai, was not seen.
Uut at last the battle came. It was
to be more fierce than Bozrah, more
bloody than Gettj'sbunr, involving
more than Austeriitz, more combat
ants employed than at Chalons, a
ghastlier conflict than all the battles
of the earth together, though Edmund
Burke's estimate of thi-ty-Hve thou
sand millions of the slain be accurate.
The day was Friday. The hour was
between 12 and 3 o'clock. The field
was a slight hillock northwest of Jeru
salem. The forces engaged were earth
and hell, joined as allies, on one side,
and Heaven represented by a solitary
inhabitant, on the ether.
The hour came. Oh, what a time it
was! I think that thnt day the uni
verse looked on. The spirits that
could be spared from the heavenly
temple, and could get conveyance of
wing or chariot, came down from
above, and spirits getting furlough
from beneath came up, and they list
ened, and they looked, and they
watched. Oh, what an uneven battle!
Two worlds armed ou 'one side; an un
armed man on the other. The regi
ment of the Roman army at that time
stationed at Jerusalem began the at
tack. The' knew how to tight, for
they belonged to the most thorough ly
driled army of all the world.
With spears glittering in the
sun they charge up the hill. The
horses prance and rear amidst
the excitement of the populace the
heels of the rjders plunged in the
flanks, urging them on. The weapons
begin to tell on Christ. See how faint
He looks. There the bkod starts, and
there, and there, and there. If lie ii
to have reinforcements let Ilim call
them up now. No; He must do this
work alone alone. He is dying. Feel
for 3'ourself of tht- wrist; the pulse is
feebler. Feel under the arm; the
warmth ii less. He is dying. Ay,
they pronounce Him dead. And just
at that moment that they pronounced
Him dead He rallied, and from His
wounds He unsheathed a weapon
which staggered the Roman legion.
down the hill and hurled the satanie
battalions into the pit. It was a weapon
of love infinite love, all-conquering
love. Mightier than javelin or spear.
It triumphed over all. Put back, ye
armies of earth and hell! The tide of
battle turns. Jesus hath overcome.
Let the people stand apart and make a
line, that He may pass down from Cal
var3r to Jerusalem, and thence on and
out all around the world. The battle
is fought. The victory is achieved.
The triumphal march is begun. Hark
to the hoofs of the warrior's steed,
and the tramping of a great multitude!
for He ha many friends now. The
Hero of earth and Heaven advances.
Cheer! cheer! "Who is this that com
eth from Edom, with dyed garments
from Bozrah. traveling in the great
ness of His strength?"
We behold here a new revelation of
a blessed and startling fact. People
talk of Christ as though He were go
ing to do something grand for us after
awhile. He has done it. People talk
as though, ten or twenty 3-ears from
now, in the closing hours of our lif
or in some terrible pass of life. Jesus
will help us. He has done the work
already. He did it eighteen hundred
and sixty-one years ago. You might
as well talk of Washington as though
he were going to achieve our national
independence in 190, as to speak
of Christ as though He was going to
achieve our salvation in the future. He
did it in the ear of our Lord eight
een hundred and sixty-one years ago.
on the field of llozrah. the captain of
our salvation fighting unto death for
your and my emancipation. All we
have to do is to accept that fact in our
heart of hearts, ar.d we are free for
this world and we are free for the
world to come. Bat, lest we might
not accept. Christ comes through here
to-tlay, "traveling in the greatness of
His strength," not to tell you that He
is going to r!ght for you some battle
in the future, but to tell you that the
battle is already fought, and the vic
tory already won-
You have noticed that, when soldiers
come home from the wars, they carry
on their flags the names of the battle
fields where they were distinguished.
The Englishman coming back has on
his banner Inkermann and Balaklava;
the Frenchman, Jena and Eylhu; the
German. Versailles and Sedan. And
Christ has on the banner He carries as
conquerer the names of ten thousand
battlefields He' won for you and for me.
He rides past all our homes of be
reavement by the doorbell swathed
in sorrow, by the wan I robe black with
woe, by the dismantled fortress of our
strength. Come out and greet Ilim to
day, O, .ye people! See the names of
all the battle-passes on Bis flag.
Ye who are poor read on this
ensign the story of Christ's hard
crusts and pillowless head. Ye
who are persecuted read here of the
ruCians who chased Him from His first
breath to Ilis last. Mighty to soothe
your troubles, 'might3T'to balk your
foes, "traveling in the greatness of His
strength." Though the horse be
brown with the dust of His master,and
the fetlocks be wet with the carnage,
and the bit be red with the blood of
3rour spiritual fees, He comes up now,
not exhausted from the battle, but
fresh us when He went into it coming
up from Bozrah, "traveling in the
greatness of His strength."
You know that when Augustus, and
Constantino., and Trajan, and Titus
came back from the wars what. a time
there was. You know they came on
horst-back or in chariots, and there
were trophies before and there were
captives behind, and there were peo
ple shouting from all skies, and
there were garlands flung from
the windows, and over the high
way a triumphal arch was sprung.
The solid masonry to-day at Beneven
tnm, Rimini and Rome still tell
their admiration of their heroes.
And shall we let our Conqueror go
without lifting an3' acclaim? Have
we not flowers l'ed enough to depict
the carnage, white enough to celebrate
the victory, fragrant enough to
breathe the jor? Those men of whom
I just spoke dragged their victims at
the chariot wheels; but Christ, our
Loi'd, takes those who once were cap
tives anrt invites them into His chariot
to ride, while He puts around them
the arm of His strength, sa3ring: "I
have loved thee with an everlasting
love, and the waters shall not drown
it, and the fires shall not burn it, and
eternit3r shall not exhaust it."
If this be true, I can not see how any
man can carry his sorrows a great
while. If this Conqueror from Bozrah
is.going to beat back all jrour griefs,
why not trust Him? Oh! do you not
feel under this Gospel 3our griefs fall
ing back, and Tour tears dicing up, as
3'ou hear the tramp of a thousand illus
trious promises led on by the Conqueror
from Bozrah, "traveling, traveling, in
the greatness of His strength?"
On that Fridar which the Episcopal
church rightly celebrates, calling it
"Good Friday," your soul and mine
were contended for. On that day
Jesus proved Himself mightier than
earth and hell; and when the lances
struck Ilim, He gathered them up into
a sheaf, as a reaper gathers the grain,
and He stacked them. Mounting the
horse of the Apocal3'pse, He rode down
through the ages, "traveling in the
greatness of His strength." On that
day your sin and mine perished, if we
will onl3' believe it.
There ma3' be some one here who
may say: "I don't like the color of
this Conqueror's garments. You tell
me that His garments were not only
spattered .with the blood of conflict,
but also that thej were soaked, that
they were saturated, that they were
d'ed in it. I admit it. You sa3" you do
not like that. Then I quote to you
two passages of Scripture: "Without
the shedding of blood there is n re
mission." "In the blood is the atone
ment." But it was not .your bloo.I. It
was His own. Not only enough to red
den His garments and to redden His
horse, but enough to wash away the
sins of the world. Oh, the bhnxl on
His brow, the b'nrl on His Inn Is. the
blood on Ilis feet, the blood on His side!
It seems as if au artery must have been
cut.
There is a fountain file I with Mood
. Irnw:i from Emmnu'I's veins.
An.l sIim-T pluniitil Ix.-neutli that ficod
Ix-c ail the'.r tuilir slain.
Or perhaps the mother lingers long
enough to ,-ee a son get on the wrong
read and his former kindness Ix-eomes
rough reply when she trxpres
anxiety alnuit him. Hut she goes
right on. looking carefully after his
apparel, rememlKTing his every birth
day with sorae memento, and when hs
is brought home worn out with dissipa
tion, nurses him till he gts well and
stn-t him again, and hojx's, and ex
v s, and prays and conn'H, and
suffers, until her ftrength gives out
and she fails. She is going, and at
tendants, bending over hr pillow,
ask her if she has any message tc
leave, and she makes great effort to
sax something, but out of three or four
minutes of indistinct utterance thev
can catch but three words: "My poor
boy!" The simple fact is she died for
him. Life for life, Substitution!
About thirtj'-four years ago there
went forth from our homes hundreds
of thousands of men to do battle for
their country. All the poetrj' of battle
soon vanished and left them nothing
but the terrible prose. They waded
knee-deep in rand. They slept insuow
banks. They marched till their cut
feet tracked the earth. They "wer
swindled out of their honest rations,
and iived on meal not fit for a
dog. They had jaws all fractured,
and eyes extinguished, and limbs
shot away. Thou;ands of them cried
for water as they lay dying on the
field the night after the battle, and
got it not. They xvere homesick, and
received no message for their loved
ones. They died in barns, in bushes,
in ditches, the buzzards of the sum
mer heat, the only attendant on
their obsequies. No one but the
infinite God who knows every
thing, knows the ten thousandth
part of the length, and breadth, and
depth, height of anguish of the north
ern 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 ia
to the doctors who fell in the southern
epidemics. Why go? Were there not
enough sick to be attended in these
northern Utitudes? 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 ho
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 studjdng sxrinptoms, and
prescribing day afer day, night after
night, until a feRow physician says:
"Doctor, you had better go home and
rest; 3'ou look miserable." But he can
not rest xvhile so many arc 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. Ho
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 has
tily 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 sublim
ity in that three xveeks of humanita
rian 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. - Substitu
tion! Some of our modern theologians who
want to give God lessons about the
best way to save the world tell us they
do not want any blood in their redemp
tion. They xvant to take His horse by
the bit and hurl him back on his
haunches and tell this rider from Boz
rah to go around some otner way.
Look out, lest ye fall under the flylnjr
hoof of His horse; lest ye go down
uuder the sword of this Conqueror from,
llozrah. What meant the blood of the
pigeons in the old dispensation? the
blcod of the Bullock? the blood of the
heifer? of the lamb? It meant to
prophesy the cleansing blood of this
Conqueror who came from Bozrah,
"traveling in the greatness of His
strength." I catch a handful of the
red torrent that rushes out from
the heart of the Lord, and now
I throw it over this audience,
hoping that one drop of its cleansing
power may come upon your soul. O
Jesus! in that crimson tide wash our
houls! We accept Thy sacrifice! Con
queror of Bozrah, have mercy upon us!
We throw our garments in the way!
We fail into line! Ride on. Jesus, ride
on! "Traveling, traveling in the great
ness of Thy strength-
But after awhile, the returning Con
queror will reach the gate, and' all the
armies of the saved will be with Ilim.
I hope you will be there, and I will be.
there. As we go through the gate and
around about the throne for the re
view, "a great multitude that no man
can number" all Heaven can tell
without asking, right away, which
one is Jesus, not only because of
the brightness of His face, but be
cause, while the other inhabitants ia
glory are robed in white saints In
white, cherubim in white, seraphim in
white- His roles shall be vcarlrt. even
the dyed garments of Bozrah; J catch
a glimpse of that triumphant joy, but
the gates open and, shut so quickly I
can hear onlv half a sentence, and it ia
this: "Unto Him who hath washed to&
in Ilis blcodT
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