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ffi. MMFS SEEMOH. THE ORCHARD ON THE HILL Text: “And when they were come to thi place, which is called Calvary, thqre they > crucified Him, and the malefactors, one on the right hand, and the other on the left. Luke xxiii. 33. Just outside of Jerusalem is a swell ol ground, toward which a crowd are ascend Ing; for it is the day of execution. What a mighty assemblage! Some for curiosity tc hear what the malefactors will say, and t< eee how they will act. The three persons tc be executed are already there. Some of tin spectators are vileof lip and bloated of cheek. Some look up with revenge, hardly able to keep their hands off the sufferers. Some tear their own hair in a frenzy of grief. Soirn stand in silent horrow. Some break out intc uncontrollable weeping. Some clap their hands in delight that the off enders are to be punished at last. The soldiers, with drawu swords, drive back the mob, which press on so barn. There is fear that the proceedings may be interrupted. Let the German Legion, now stationed at Jerusalem, on horseback, dash along the line, and force back the surging multitude. “Back with you!” is the cry; “Have you never seen a man die before?” Three crosses in a row. An upright piere and two transverse pieces—one on the toil, on which the hands are nailed, and one at the middle, on which the victim sat. Three trees just planted, yet bearing fruit—the one at the right bearing poison, and the one at the left bitter aloes; the one in the middle, apples of love. Norway pine, and tropical orange, and Lebanon cedar, would not make so strange a grovo ns this or chard on the bill. Stand, and give a look at the three crosses. Just look at the one on the right. Its victim dies scoffing. More trediendous than his physical anguish is his scorn and hatred of Him on the middle cross. This one on the right twists half around on the spikes to hiss at the One on the middle. If the scoffer could get one hand loose, and He were within reach, he would •mite the middle sufferer in the faro. He hates Him with a perfect hatred. I think he wishes he were down on the ground, that he might spear Him. He envies the mechanics who, with tbeir nails, have nailed Him last. Amid the settling darkness, aud louder than the crash of the rocks, I hear him jeer out these words: “Ah! ah! you poor wretch, I knew you were an impostor! You pretended to be a God, and yet you let these armed legions master you.” It was in some such hate that Voltaire, in his death hour, because be thought he saw Christ in his bedroom, got up on his elbow and cried out: “Crush that wretch!” What had the middle cross done to arouse tip this right-band cross? Nothing. Oh, the enmity of the natural heart against Christ! The world likes a sentimeutal Christ or a philanthropic Christ: but a Christ who comes to snatch men from their sins, away with Him! On this right-hand cross, to night, I see typified the unbelief of the world. Men say: “Back with Him from the heart. | I will nob let Him take my sins. If Ho will die, let Him die for Himself, not for me.” There has always been a war between this right-hand cross and the mid dle cross, and wherever there is mn unbelieving heart, there the fight goes on. O, if, when that dying malefactor per ished, the faithlessness of man bad perished, then that tree which yields poison would have budded and blossomed with life for all the world. Look up into that disturbed countenance of the sufferer, and see what a ghastly thing it is to reject Christ. Behold in that awful face, in that pitiful look, in that unblessed death hour, the stings of the sinner's departure. What a plunge into darkness! Standing high uoon the cross on the top of the hill, so that all the world may look at him, he says: “Here I go out of a miserable life into a wretched eternity! Onel Two! Three! Listen to the crash of the fall, all ye ages! Bo Hobbes, dying after he bad seventy years in which to prepare for eternity, said: “Were I master of all the world. I would give it all to live one day longer.” Sir Fran cis Newport, hovering over the brink, cried out: “Wretch that I am, whither shall I fly from this breast? What will become of me: O, that I were to lie upon the lire that never is quenched, a thousand years, to purchase the favor of God and bo reconciled to Him again! O, eternity! O, eternity!. Who can discover the abyss of eternity? Who can paraphrase upon these words: For ever and for ever r* That right-hand cross, thousands have perished on it, yea, in worse agonies. For what is physical pain . com pared with remorse. at the last, that life had been wasted, and only,a fleeting moment stands between the soul and its ever- J lasting overthrow? O God, let me die any where rather than at the foot of that right hand cross. Let not one drop of that blood fall upon my cheek. Rend not my ear with that cry. 1 see it now as never before—the loathsomeness and horror of my unbelief. That dying malefactor was not so much tc •blame as t Christianity was not established, and perhaps not until that day had that maD heard the Christ. But after Christ has stood almost nineteen centuries, working the won ders of His grace, you reject Him. That right-hand cross, with its long beam, over shadows all the earth. It is planted in the heart of the race. When will the time come that the Spirit of God shall, with its axe. hew down that right-hand cross, until it shall fall at the foot of that middie cross, and uu belief, the railing malefactor of the world, shall perish from all our hearts. Away front me! thou spirit of unbelief! I hate thee. With this sword of God I thrust thee bad and thrust thee through. Down to hell down, most accursed monster of the earth, and talk to the millions thou hast alreadi damned. Talk no longer to these sons ol ood (0660 heirs of heaven. “If thou bo the Son of God.” Was ther« any “if’ about it* Tell mo, thou star tnat in robe of lightdid run topointout His birth place. Tell me, thou sea that didst Bit thy band over thy lip when e bia thee be still. Tell mo, ye dead who got up to see Him die. Tell me, thou sun in mid-heaven, who for Him didst pull down over thy face the veil of darkness. Tell me, ye lepers who were cleansed, ye dead who were raised, is He the Son of God? Aye, aye! responds the universe. The flow ers breathe it; the stars chime it; the re deemed celebrate it; the angels rise up on tbeir thrones to announce it. And yet on tnat miserable malefactor’s “if” how many •hall be wrecked for all eternity. That little “if” is the insect which has enough venom in its sting to cause the death of the souL No “if” about it. I know it EcceDeus! I feel It thoroughly—through every muscle of the body, and through every faculty of my mind; and through every energy of my soul. Liv ing, I will preach it: dying, I will pillow my bead upon its consolations. Jesus the God! Away, then, from this right-hand cross. The red berries of the forest are apt to be poisonous, and around this tree of carnage grow the red, poisonous berries of which many have tasted and died. I ran see nouse for this right-hand cross, except it be used as a lever with which to upturn the unbelief of the world. Here from the right-hand cross /go to the left. Pass clear to the other side. That victim als> twists himself upon the nails to look at the centre cross—yet not to **tT. It is to worship. He, too, would like to get his hand loose, not to smite, but to de liver the sufferer of the middle cross. He mee to the railer cursing on the other side: Bilenoe! between us is innocence in agony. We suffer for our crimes. Bilenoe!” Gather around this left hand cross. O! ye People, be not afraid. Bitter herbs are some tunes a tonic for the body, and the bitter aloes that grow on this tree shall gi vo strength and life to thy souL This left-hand cross i* a repenting cross. As men who have been Pyly drowned t?ll us that in one moment, while they were under the water, their whole llto passed before them, so I suppose that in one moment the dying malefactor thought over all his post life. <)f that night when he went into an unguarde* I fyor and took the silver, the gold, the jewels, and os the sleeper stirred, he put a knife through bis heart. Os that day when, m the lonely paw, he met the wayfarer, and, regardless of the «T*“» «o<rprayers, and teard, and struggles ox his victim, he flung the mangled corpse into the dust of the highway, or heaped upon it the stones. He says: “uh! lam a guilty wretch. 1 de-erve this. There is no need of my cursing. That will not stop the pain. There is no need of blaspheming Christ, for He has done mo no wrong; aud yet I cannot die so. The tortures of iny body are out done by the tortures of my soul. The past is a scene of misdoing. The present a cruci fixion. The future an everlasting undoing. Comeback, thou hiding mid-day sun! Kisi my cheek with one bright ray of comfort w hat! no beip from above—no help from be neath i Then I must turn to my companion in sorrow, the One on the middle cross. 1 have heard that He knows how to help a man when he is in trouble I have heard that He can euro the wounded. I have heard how He can pardon the sinner. Surelv. m all ills wanderings up and down theeartb He never saw one more in need of His for giveness. Blessed one! I turn to Thee! Wilt Thou look for the moment away from Thine own rangs to pity me? Lord, it is not to have my hands relieved or my feet taken from the torture. Jean stand all this; but Oh! my sms! my si us! my sins! they pierce me through and through. They tell mo I must die for over. They will push me out into the darkness unless Thou wilt help. I confess it all. Hear the cry of the dying thief. Lord remember me when Thou '-ornest into Thy kingdom. I ask no great things. I seek for no throne in heaven—no chariot to take me to the skies; but just think of me when this day's horrors have passed. Think of me a little—of me the one now hanging at Thy side; when the shout of heavenly welcome takes Thee back into glory, Thou wilt not forgot me, wilt Thou: Lord, remember me when Thou comest into Thy kingdom—only just remem ber me. Likewise must we repent. You say: “I have stolen nothing. - ’ J reply: We have all been guilty of the mightiest felony of the universe, for we have robbed God—robbed Him of our time, robbed Him of our talents, robbed Him of our services. Suppose you send a man West as an agent of your firm, aud every month you pay him his salary, and’ at the end of ten years you find out that he has been serving anot her firm, but taking your salary ; would you not at once condemn him as dishonest: God sent us into this world to servo Him. Ho has given us wages all the time. One half of us have been serving another master. When a man is convicted of treason, he is brought out; a regiment surround him, and the com mand is given: “Attention, company! Taks ntm! Fire!*' And the man falls with a hun dred bullets through his heart. There come times in a man's history when the Lord calls up the troop of his iniquities, and at God's 1 command they pour into him a concentrated volley of torture. You say: “I don’t feel myself to ho a sinner.” That may he. Walk along by the cliff's and you see sunlight and flowers at the mouth of the rave, and a chandelier of stalactite near the opening of the cave: but take a torch and go in, and before you have gone far you sea the flashing eye of a wild beast, or hear the hiss of a serpeut. So the world seems in the sunlight of worldliness; but as I wave the torch of God’s truth, and go down into the deep cavern of the heart—alas! for the bristling horrors and the rattling fangs. Havo you over noticed the climax in this passage of scripture: “The heart is deceitful.’ That se9ms enough. But the passage goes on and says: “The heart is deceitful above all things!” Will you not say that is enough : out trie passage goes on further and says “The heart is deceitful above all things and desperately wicked/’ If wo could see tin true condition of ! the upardoned before God what wringing of hands there would bo ? what a thousand voiced shriek of supplication and despair? But you are a sinner—a sinner. I speak not to the rorson who sits next to you, but to you. You are a sinner. All the transgres sions of a life-time have been gathered up into an avalanche, At any moment it may slip from the cliffs and crush you forever. May the Lord Almighty, by His grace, help us to repent of our sins while repentance is possible. The left band cross was a believing cross. There was no guess-work in that prayer; no “if” in that supplication. The left-hand cross flung it-elf at the foot of the middle cross, expecting mercy. Faith is only just opening the hand to take what Christ offers us. The work is all done, the bridge is built strong enough for all of us to walk over. Tap not at the door of God’s mercy with the tin of your Angel’s; but as a warrior, witn gauntleted fists, beats at the castle gate, so, with all the aroused energies of our sonls, let us pound at the gate of heaven. That gato is locked. You go to it with a bunch of keys. You try philosophy; that will not ; opfta it. You try good works; that will uot j open it. A large door generally has a pon derous key. I take the cross ami place the ! foot of it, in the socket of the lock, and by the two arms of the cross I turn the lock and the door opens. This left hand cross was a pardoning cross. Tho crosses were only two or three yards apart. It did uot take long for Christ to hear. Christ might have turned away, and said: How darost thou speak to Me? Jam the Lord of Heaven and Earth. I have seen your violence. When you struck down that man in the darkness, 1 saw you. i You are getting a just reward—die in dark- J ness—die forever. But Jesus said not so; but rather : “This day shalt thou lie with Me .n Paradise;’’ as much as to say: “I S'e you there; don’t worry. I will not only bear my cross, but help you with yours.” Forthwith the left-hand cross becomes the abode of contentment. The pillow of the malefactor soaked in blood, becomes like the crimson upholstery of a King’ couch. When the body bacame still, and tbe surgeons feel ing tho pulse said ono to another: “He is dear],” tho last mark of pain had gone from his face. Peace had smoothed his forehead; Peace closed his .eyes; Peace closed his lips. Now you see ! why there are two transverse nieces on the ■ Cross, for it has become a ladder into the 1 skies. That dyiDg head is easy which has j uuder it the promise: “This day shalt thou | be with Me in Paradise.” Ye whose lips have been filled with blasphemy, ye whose hands for many years have wrought unrighteous ness, ye who have companioned with the un clean, yo who have sealed every height of transgression, and fathomed every depth, and passed every extreme of iniquity—mercy! i mercy! “The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day; And there may I, as vile as he, Wash all my sins away.” I have shown you the right-hand cross and I the left-hand cross. Now come to the middle cross. We stood at the one and found it ; yielded poison. We stood at tho other and found it yielded bitter aloe 3. Come now to i the middle cross, and shako down apples of • love. Uncover your head. You never saw | so tender a scene as this. You may havo seen father, or mother, or companion, or 1 child die, but never so affecting a scene as this. The railing thief looked from one way and saw only the right side of Christ s fa :e. Tho penitent thief looked from the other way and saw the left sido of Christ's face. But where you sit to-day, in full blaze of Gospel ; light, you Beo Christ’s full face. It was a suffering cros . If the weapons . of torture had gone only through the tatty Kortions of the body, the torture would not five been so great; but they went through the hands, and feet, and temples; the most sensitive portions It was not only the spear , that went into His s de, but the sins of all I the race—a thousand spears—plunge aftei ; plunge, deeper and deeper, until the silence and composure that before characterized I Him gave way in a groan, through which ! rumbled the sorrows or time and the woes of eternity. Human hate had done its worst, and hell had hurled its sharpest javelin, and devils had vented their hottest rage when, with every nerve in His body in torture, and every fibre of His heart in excruciation. He cried out: “Mfftod, my God, why hast Thou forsaken Me!”^ It was a vicarious cross—the right-hand cross suffered for itself; the left hand cross for itself; but the middle crow for you. When a King was dying, a young man cried: “Pour my blood into his veins, that lie die not.” The veins of the young man were i tapped, aud the blood transferred; so that tU* King lived, but tbe young man died. Christ saw the race perishing. He cried: “Pour my blood into their veins, that they die not.” My hand is free now, because Christ’s was crushed. My brow is painless now, because Christ’s was torn. My soul escapes, because Christ’s was bound. I gain heaven, because* Christ for me endured the horrors of hell When the Swiss were many years ago con tending against their enemies they saw these enemies standing in solid phalanx,and know not how to break their ranks; butone of their heroes rushed out in front of his regiment and shouted: “Make way for liberty!” The weapons of the enemy were plunged into his heart, but while they were slaying him of course their ranks were - broken, and through that gap in the ranks the Swiss marched to victory. Christ saw all the powers of dark ness assailing men. He cried out: “Make way for the redemption of the world.” Ail the weapons of infernal wrath struck Him. but as they struck Him our race marched out free. To this middle cross, my dying hearers, look, that your souls may live. I showed you tho right-hand cross in order that you might see what an awful thing it is to be unbeliev ing. I showed you the left-hand cross that you might see what it is to repent. Now I show you the middle cross that you may see what Christ has done to save your soul. Poets have sung its praise, and sculptors have attempted to commemorate it in mar ble. and martyrs have clung to it in the fire, and Christians dying quietly in their beds havo loaned their head 3 against it. This hour may all our souls embrace it with an ec stacy of affection. Lay hold of that cross,O sinner. Everything else will fail you. Without a strong grip 'of that you perish. Put your haud ou that and you are safe, though a worl l swing from beneath your feet. Oh! that I might engrave on your souls inefface ably the three crosses, and that if in your waking moments you will not heed, then that in your dream this coming night you migkt see on the hill back of Jerusalem the three spectacles—the right-hand cross, show ing unbelief dying wit hout Christ—the teft hand. showing what it is to be pardoned— while the central cross pours upon your soul the sunburst of heaven as It says: “By all these wounds I plead for thy heart. I have loved thee with an everlasting love. Rivers cannot quench it. The floods cannot drown it!” And while you look the rightrband cross will fade out of sight, and then the left will lie gone; nothing will remain but th9 middle cross, and even that in your dream will begin to change until it be comes a throne, and the worn face of Calva ry will bi?ome radiant with gladness; and instead of the mad mob at the foot of the cross will l>e a multitude kneeling. And you and I will be among them. But no! we will not wait for such a dream. In this our most aroused mood we throw down at the foot of that middle cross sin, sorrow, life, death, everything. We are slaves; Christ gives deliverance to the captive. We are thirsty; Christ is the river of salvation to slake our thirst We are hungry; Jesus says, “I am the bread of life’” We are condemned to die; Christsays: “Save that man from go ing down to the pit; lam tho ransom.” We are tossed on a ses of troubles; Jesus ccmes over it, saying: “It is I, b 3 not afraid.” We are in darkness; Jesus says: “I am tbe bright and tho morning star.” Wo are sick; Jesus is tho balm of Gilead. We are dead; hear the shrouds rend and the grave hillocks heave as he cries: *‘l am the ressurrection and the l.fe; he that believeth in Me, though he were dead,yet shall he live.” We want justification. “Being justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ.” We want to exercise faith; “Believe in the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved.” I want to get from under condemnation; “There is now, therefore, no condemnation to them who are in Christ Jo3us.” Tho cross—he carried it The flames of hell—he suffered them. The shame—he endured it The crown—he won it. Heights of heaven sing it, and worlds of light to worlds of light all round the heavens cry: “Glory, glory 1” Let us go forth and gather the trophies for Jesus. From Golcouda mines wo gather the diamonds, from Ceylon banks we gather the pearls, from all lands and kingdoms we gather precious stones, and we bring the glittering burdons and put them down at tho feet of Jesus, and say: “All these are Thine. Thou art worthy.” ‘We go forth again for more trophies, and into one sheaf we gather all the sceptres of the Caesars, and the Alex anders, and the Czars, and the Saltans, of all royalties and dominions, and then we bring the sheaf of sceptres and put it down at tho feet of Jesus, and sav: “Thou art King of kings, and these Thou hast con queued.” And then we go forth again to gather more trophies, and wo bid the redeemed of all ages, the sons and daughters of the Lord Almighty, to como, and the hosts of heaven bring crown, and palm, and sceptre, and hero by these bleeding feet and by this riven side, and by this wounded heart, cry: “Blessing, and honor, and glory, aud power unto the Lamb forever and for everl” The Isle of Man. In (he midst of the Irish Sea, at about an equal distance from England, Scot land, and Ireland, is situated a small island, thirty 1 hreo miles long, twelve miles broad and about 100 miles in cir cumference, which bears the name of the lide of Man. Whence it derived this name is uncertn n. Some say that it comes from a Saxon word, inang, which means surrounded; others from a Scan dinavian word, mon, signifying isolated, to which, it is mid, Cicsar gave a Latin 1 termination, calling it Moua. Accord ing to some philologists it is said tho Sanscrit word man (equal to knowi, and was so called because it was the abode of “holy, wise men,” viz: the Druidic priests. The mono to which Tacitus re fers is undoubtedly Angle-sea, for he speaks of the infantry of Suetonius crossing from main land in flat-bottomed boats aud of horses swimming across aud fording the stream; but i*. is not im probable that the same word was used byCusar to designate this remote island also, especially if the derivation is accepted, as the Druids occupied both islands. The natives call it in their tongue Mannin (it being the Celtic for island), which some render into “the middle island,” and others “the island of the wise men.” They also speak of anninvegveen (the dear little Isle of Mail) and Elian Vaunin. Sonic regard the name as a corruption of Manne, the Bur name of St. Patrick; but both words may have been derived from the same root. The Danes and Northmen appear to have pronounced it Maun. France’s Fighting Strength The following are tbe latest figures at the strength of the French army. They are taken from the book, “Avant la Ba taille!” which was published not long ago by the “Patriotic League,” and hail been a sort of nine days’ wonder in Po'rt». There are eighteen corps d’armee, com prising 450 battalions of infantry, 153 squadrons of cavalry, and 324 batteries. The total effective force is said to be: Officers, 18,738; men, 071,202; horses, 200,092;gun5, I,944* carriages, 38,754. Is one proparatir.n,and produce* a permanent color. 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