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STRIKING DOWN SIN. GENIUS NOT NECESSARY TO COMBAT POWERS OF EVIL. Tier. Dr. Talmaffe Amonlahe Urn to Pcrterere In Doing Good - Perw ' Vereln the Favee of Failure Eatliv ' slasm Will Overcome Dlfflcnltleaw ' tOopyright, ISOO. by American Press Aaso- elation. Washington, Jan. 22. From a scene in ancient story Dr. Talmage. in this discourse, draws lessons as appropriate for this time as they wereppropiiate for the time when the . event occurred many centuries ago; text. Judges iii, 15, "But when the children of Israel cried unto the Lord the Lord raised them up a deliverer, Ehud, the son of Gtera, a Benjamite, a man left handed, and by him the children of Israel sent a present unto Eglon, the king of Moab." Ehud was a ruler in Israel. He was left handed, and, what was peculiar about the tribe of Benjamin, to which he belonged, there were in it . 700 left handed men, and yet so dexterous had they all become in the -use of the left hand that the Bible says they could sling stones at a hairbreadth and not miss. Well, there was a king by the name of Eglon, who was an oppressor of Israel. He imposed upon them a most outrageous tax. Ehud, the man of whom I first spoke, had adivine com mission to destroy that oppressor. He came, pretending that he was going to pay the tax, and asked to see King Eglon. He was told he was in the sum mer house, the place to which the king retired when it was too hot to sit in the" palace. This summer house was a place surrounded by flowers and trees and springing fountains and warbling birds. "Ehud entered the summer bouse and said to King Eglon that he had a secret errand with him. Immediately all the Attendants were waved but of the royal presence. King Eglon rises up to receive the messenger. Ehud, the left handed man, puts his left hand to his right idde, pulls out a dagger and thrusts Eglon through until the haft went after the blade. Eglon -falls. Ehud comes forth to blow a trumpet of liberty amid the mountains of-Ephraim, and a great host is marshaled, and proud Moab sub- mlfa - Via innnnornr on1 Tctq ol i a free! So, O Lord, let all thine enemies perish. So, O Lord, let all thy friends triumph I - I learn, first, from this, subject the - power of left handed men. There are some men who, by physical organiza tion, have as much strength in their left . hand as in their right hand, but there is something in the writing of this text which implies that Ehud had some de fect in his right hand which compelled him to use his left; Oh. the nower of left handed men I Genius is of ten self observant, careful of itself, not given to much toil, burning incense to its own aggrandizement, while many a man with no natural endowments, actually defective in physicahand mental organ ization, has an earnestness for the right, perseverance, which achieve marvels for the kingdom of Christ. Though left handed, as Ehud, they can strike down , a sin as great and imperial as Eglon. , I have seen men of wealth gathering about them all their treasures, snuffing at the cause of a world lying in wicked ness, roughly ordering Lazarus off their doorstep, sending their dogs, not to lick his sores, but to hound him off their premises, catching all the pure rain of God's blessing into thq&stagnant, ropy, frog inhabited pool of their own self ishness right handed men, worse than useless while many a man with large heart and little purse has, out of, his limited means, made poverty leap for joy and started an influence that over spans the grave nd will swing round and round the throne of God. world without end. Amen I . Ah, me ! It is high time that you left handed men, who have been longing for this gift,and that eloquence, and the other man's wealth, should take your left hand out of your pockets. Who made all these railroads? Who set up all these cities? Who started all these cnurcnes, and schools, and asylums? Who has" done the tugging, and run ning, and pulling? Men of no wonder tul endowments, thousands of them ac knowledging themselves to be left hand ed, and yet they were earnest, and yet they were determined, and yet they were triumphant, - - But I do not suppose that Ehud the first time he took a sling in his left hand could throw a stone at a hair breadth and not miss. I suppose it was practice that save him the wonderful dexteritv. Gn fnrth tn duty and be not discouraged if in your first attempts you miss the mark. Ehud missed it Take another stone, put it carefully into the sling, swing it around your head, take better aim, and the next time you will strike the center. The first time a mason rings his trowel upon the brick he does not expect to put up a perfect wall. The first time a carpenter sends the plane over a board or drives a bit through a beam he does not expect to make perfect execution. j.ne nrst time a boy attempts a rhyme he does not expect to chime a "Lalla Rookh" or a 4Lady of the Lake." Do not be surprised if in your first efforts at doing good you are not very largely successful. Understand that usefulness is an art, a science, a trade. There was ! an oculist performing a very difficult i operation on the human eye. A young , doctor stood byand said: "How easily you do that It dontseem to cause ytfu any trouble at alL " "Ah, " said the old oculist, "it is very easy now, but I spoiled a hatful of eyes to learn that." Be not surprised if it takes some prac tice before we can help men 4,o moral eyesight and bring them to a vision of the cross. Left handed men, to the work! Take the gospel for a sling and xaiin ana repentance for the smooth atone from the brook. Take sure aim., God direct the weapon, and great Goli aths will tumble before you. . When Garibaldi was going out to tattle, be told his troops what he want ed them to do, and after he bad de scribed what he wanted them to do they said, "Well, general, what are you go ing to give us for all this?" "Well." he replied. "I don't know what else you will get, but you will get hunger and cold and wounds and death. How do you like it?" His men stood before him for a little while in silence, and then they threw up their hands and cried: "We are the men! We are the men!" The lord Jesus Christ calls you to his service. I do not promise yon an easy time in this world.' You may have persecutions- and trials and misrepre sentations, but afterward there "comes an eternal weight of glory, and you can bear the wounds, and the bruises, and the misrepresentations, if you can have the reward - afterward. : Have you not enough enthusiasm to cry out : "We are the men! We are the men!" '; I learn also from- this subject the danger of worldly elevation. 'This Eglon was what the world called a great man. There were hundreds of people who would have considered it the greatest honor of their life just to have him gpeak to them; yet although he is so high up in worldly position he : is not beyond the reach of Ehud's dagger. I see a great many people trying to climb np in social position, having an idea that there is a safe place somewhere far, above, not knowing that the mountain of fame has a top like Mont Blanc, cov ered with perpetual snow. ; , . ; We laugh at the children of Shinar for trying to build a tower that could reach to the heavens, but I think if our eyesight i were only good enough we could see a Babel in many a dooryard. Oh, the struggle is fierce! It is store against store, house ' against house, 'street againt street, nation against na tion. The goal for which men are run ning is chairs and chandeliers and mir rors and houses and lands and presiden tial equipments. ' If they get what they anticipate, what have they? Men are not safe from calumny while they live, and, worse than that, they are not safe after they are dead, for' I have seen swine root up graveyards. One day a man goes up into publicity, and the world does him honor, and people climb up into sycamore trees to watch him as he passes, and as he goes along on the shoulders of the people there is a wav ing of hats and a wild huzza. Tomor row the same man is caught between the jaws of the printing press and man gled and bruised, and the very same persons who applauded him before cry: "Down with the traitor! Down with himl" ' , - - ';-.;, Belshazzar sits at the f feast, the mighty men of Babylon sitting all around him.' Wit sparkles like the wine, and the wine like the wit 1 Music rolls up among the chandeliers ; the chande liers flash down on the decanters. The breath of hanging gardens floats in on the night air ; the voice of "revelry floats out Amid wreaths, and tapestry, and folded banners, a finger writes. The march of a host is heard on the stairs. Laughter catches in the throat A thou sand hearts stop beating! The blow is struck. The blood on the floor is richer hued thaathe wine on the table. The kingdom has departed. - Belshazzar was no worse, perhaps, than hundreds of people in Babylon, but his position slew him. Oh, be content with just such a position as God has placed you in. It may not be said of us, "He was a great general," or "He was an honored chief tain," or "He was mighty in worldly attainments, but this thing may be said of you and of me, "He was a good citizen, a faithful Christian, a friend of Jesus. " And that in - the last day will be the highest of all eulogiums. -1 learn further from this subject that death comes to the summer house. Eg lon did not expect to die in that fine place. Amid all the flower leaves that drifted like summer snow into the win dow ; in the tinkle and dash of the fountains; in the sound of a thousand leaves fluting on one tree branch ; in the cool breeze that came up to shake feverish trouble out of the king's locks there was nothing that spake of death, but there he died! In the winter, when the snow is a shroud, and when the wind is a dirge, it is easy to think of onr mortality ; but when the weather is pleasant, and all our surroundings are agreeable, how difficult it Is for us to appreciate . the truth that we are mortal! And yet my text teaches that death does sometimes come to the sum mer house. He is blind, and cannot see the leaves. He is deaf, and cannot hear the fountains. Oh, if death would ask us for victims, we could point him to hundreds of people who would rejoice to have him come. Push back the door of that hovel ' Look at that little child cold, and sick, and hungry. It has never heard the name of God but in blasphemy. Parents intoxicated, stag gering around its straw bed. Oh, death, there is a mark for thee I Up with it into the light! Before those little feet stum ble on life's pathway, give them rest ! "Here is an aged man. He has dene his work. He has done it gloriouslyl The companions of his youth all gone, his children dead, he longs to be at rest, and wearily the days and the nights pass. He says, "Come, Lord Jesus, come quickly." Oh, death, there is a mark for thee ! Take from him the staff and give him the scepter. Up with him into the light where eyes. never grow dim,' and the hair whitens not through the long years of eternity. Ah, death will not do that I Death turns back from the straw. bed, and from the aged man ready for the skies, and comes to the rammer bouse. What doest thou here, thou bony, ghastly monster, amid this waving grass and nndeif this sunlight sifting through the tree branches ? Chil dren are at play. How quickly their feet go and their locks toss in the wind. Father and mother stand at the side of the room looking, on, enjoying their glee. It does not seem possible that the wolf should ever break into that fold and carry off a lamb. Meanwhile an old archer stands looking through the thicket He points his arrow at the brightest of the group. He , is a sure marksman. The bow bends, the arrow speeds. Hush now. The quick feet have stopped, and the locks toss no more in the wind. Laughter has gone out of the hall. Death in the summer house ! Here is a father in midlife. His coin ing home at night is the signal fox mirth. The children rush to the door, and there are books on the evening stand, and the hours pass away on glad feet There is nothing wanting in that home. Religion is there and sacrifices on the altar morning and night You look in' that household and say : "I can not think of anything happier. I do not really believe the world is so sad a place as some people describe it to be. " The scene changes. ! Father is sick. The doors must be kept shut The death watch chirps dolefully on the hearth. The children whisper and walk softly where once they romped. Passing the house at night you see the quick glanc ing of lights from room to room. It is all over. Death in the summer house! Here is an aged mother- aged, but not infirm. You think you will have the joy of caring for her wants a good while yet As she goes from house to house, to children and grandchildren, her coming is a dropping of sunlight in the dwelling. Your children see her coming through the lane, and they cry, "Grandmother's come I" Care for 'you has marked up her face with many a deep wrinkle and her back stoops with carrying your burdens. Some day she is very quiet She says she is not sick; but something tells' you you will not much longer have a mother. "She will sit with you no more at the table, nor at the hearth. Her soul? goes out so gently you do not exactly know the mo ment of its going. Fold the hands that haye done so many kindnesses for you right over the heart that has beat with love toward you since before you were born. Let the pilgrim rest ' She is weary. t Death in the summer house! Gather about us what we will of com fort and luxury. When the pale mes senger comes, he does not stop to look at the architecture of the house before he comes in, nor, entering, does he wait to examine the pictures' we have gathered on the wall, or, bending oyer your pillow, he does not stop to see whether there is color, in the cheek, or gentleness in the eye, or intelligence in the brow. But what of that ? Must we stand forever mourning among 'the graves of our dead? No! No! The peo ple in Bengal bring cages of birds to the graves of their dead, and then they open the cages, and the birds go singing heavenward. So I would bring to the graves of your dead all bright thoughts and congratulations and bid them sing of victory and redemption. (: I stamp on the bottom of the grave, and it breaks through into the light and the glory of heaven. The ancients used to think that the straits entering the Bed sea were very dangerous places, and they supposed that every ship that went through those straits would be destroy ed, and they were in the habit of put ting on weeds of . mourning for those who had gone on that voyage, as though they were actually dead. Do you know what they called those straits? They called them the "Gate of Tears." I stand at the gate of tears through which many of your loved ones have gone, and I want to tell you that all ate not ship wrecked that have gone through those straits into the great ocean stretching out beyond. The sound that comes from that other shore on still nights when we are wrapped in prayer makes me, think that the departed are not dead. We are the dead -we who toil, we who weep,; we who sin we are the dead. How my heart aches for human sorrow! This sound of breaking hearts that I hear all about me! - This last look of faces that never will brighten again! This last kiss of lips that never will speak again! This widowhood and or phanage! Oh, when will the day of sor row be gone! After the sharpest winter the spring dismounts from the shoulder of a south ern gale and puts its warm hand upon the earth, and in its palm there comes the grass, and there come the flowers, and God reads over the poetry of bird and brook and bloom and pronounces it very good. What my friends, if every winter had .not its spring, and every night its day, and every gloom its glow, and every bitter now its sweet hereaft er V If you have been on the sea, you know, as the ship passes in the night, there is a phosphorescent track left be hind it, and as the waters roll up they toss with unimaginable splendor. Well, across this, great ocean of human trouble Jesus walks. Oh, that in the phos phorescent track of . his feet we might all follow and be illumined. - There was a 'gentleman in a rail car who saw in that same car three passen gers of very different ' circumstances. The first was a maniac. He was care fully guarded by his attendants. His mind, like a ship dismasted, was beat ing against a dark, desolate coast, from which no help could come. The train stopped, and the man was taken out into the asylum, to waste away perhaps' through" years of gloom. -The second passenger was a culprit The outraged law had seized on him. As the cars jolted the chains rattled. On his face were crime, depravity and despair. The train halted, and he was taken out to the penitentiary, to which he had been condemned. There was the third pas senger, under far different circum stances. She was abride. Every hour was gay as a4 marriage belL Life glit tered and Jaeckoned. Her companion was taking her to his father's house. The train halted. The old man was there to welcome her to her hew home, and his white locks snowed down upon her as he sealed his word with a father's kiss. Quickly we fly toward eternity. We will soon be there. Some leave this life condemned culprits, and they refuse a pardon. Oh, may it be with us that leaving this fleeting life for the next we may find our Father ready to greet us to our new home with him forever. That will be a marriage banquet Fa ther's welcome! Father's bosom I Fa ther's kiss! Heaven 1 Heaven I 1 I J j' Is to te Rut the Hfsnosition of one hundred Mackintoshes ,?; - trio - -r move in our business. the price will range to il fe M With VELVET COLLARS, WORSTED and SILK-LIKUi If you want a good j awayl; ; that's' "what theyi are built c for ; 'Remember its- At MS Qrtl aoivi -w J W. Criwford, W. H. Beei, Harry B. Donntll, StiieS Illml . Will. n. Bankin, John W. Beec. A CONSIDERATE MOTHER. Realized That 8he TP as in No Posi tion to Give Matrimonial Ad vioeJ I bad taken a very toothsome but not highly finished dinner at the mountain farmhouse, and when I started on my way at 1 o'clock in the afternoon the daughter, who had looked after my wants at the table, informed me that if I had no objections she would "ride a piece' with me. As she was a good-looking, ruddy mountain maid, unlike the majority of her kind, I gave an immediate and unanimous consent, and' we were presently jogging along toward the Cumberland river, which we could see lying like a silver thread across the green val ley far below us. "I presume," I said, bowing with as much gallantry as the circum stances would permit, "that if any of your beaus Bbould see us riding together my life would scarcely be safe from their jealous rage." ( Oh, I reckon 'taint so bad's that, all to' onQe, she laughed in response. '.'' :- I'm sure they are not so indif ferent as you would lead me to think. Pretty girls ' are not ; so plenty in the mountains," I smiled, and she blushed; - j "Well, I s'pose ef Jim wuz here," she hesitated, t4it mightn't be sioh a picnic as it looks, for Jim's mighty bad about me. That's why he ain't here now." j "Why?" I asked with considera bly more interest and not nearly so much bow and palaver. . "He shot a hole through the last feller I rid with; and had to take to the woods till he gits well." This was not altogether as pleas ing as it might have been, but I couldn't run away from tie lady, so I remained. '''..:. "Well," I said in a tone of strong disapproval, "do you intend to marry a man like that?" "'Taint safe to marry any other not f er him, ner me neither, even ef I wanted to, which I don't. Jim's plenty suitable fer me?' j "Does your mother approve of your marrying him?" I asked, hop ing somebody might be found who would come to the rescue. "No," she responded easily, "maw ain't talkin' one way ntr t'other. She's been married four times, and has made such a dratted muss uv it every time that she says she ain't a fittin' person to give ad vice on the marryin' question, no how, even ef I wuzn't old enough to do my own pickin' an' choosinf" which seemed to be such an unan swerable argument that I retired from tha field. Washington Star. . . ' Mr. S. A. Fackler, Editor of the Micanopy (Fla.) Hustler, with his wife and children, goffered terribly from La Grippe7 One Minute Cough Care was the onlj remedy that helped them.; It acted quickly. Thousands of others use this remedy as a specific 'for La Grippe, and its,exhausting aftereffects. Howard Gardner. i j When a man can't do anything else he can develop into a chronic kicker. ! lha Kind Vsa Kara Always Bstt Basis tU SraJTTOKf. EzlJ IX KdstezJlX IX IX Kzs JXJ i ISMxriGdL, s 3Few I?ssess St i - , - . . . We are going to from . . ..... Cap Goats aii $ J to Mackintosh don't lfet ill 300 South Elm St., Portrait of a Notable Man. The grand lodge, of Masons of North Carolina has received from Albert Hey wood, of Albany, N. Y., an oil portrait of Governor Benja min Smith. - Heywood is a relative of the Smith family. Grand Sec retary' Drewry says that though Smith was once rich, he died in ab ject poverty and in debt; that creditors seized his body, to hold it until the debt was paid, but a band of Masons, headed by Colonel Cowan, hired a negro to steal the body from the custody of Bruns wick county. A deputy sheriff and the negro did so, taking the body on foot to carry it across the Cape Fear river for burial at St. Phillip's church, but the negro, becoming excited, threw the body into the river, and on his death-bed con fessed this. The portrait will be placed on the walls of the grand lodge and a copy will be made to be placed in the Governor's Man sion. Smith was grand master in 1808. 1 , . How to Find Out. 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