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VvrtLDLr EEAUTY.
Don't grieve over friends departed,
If lost or living or dea l I
Be jolly and bright and happy
And you'll find many niore instead.
And the world is f nil of beauty
For those who can suffer and smile,
While the sweetest task is duty,
Though adrift on a barren isle.
If you're worthy of love, you'll get it,
And there never was yet a day
That I couldn't see some beauty
As I traveled my worldly way.
John A. Joyce, the Washington Post.
THE TSIGE-LIVED DAY.
BY HOWARD C. WARREN.
"Apropos of this repeating a day,
Mr. Prescott, where does the extra day
come from, anyhow?"
Laura Marcy and a vast array of
rugs and wrap3 were joint occupants
of a steamer chair in a secluded cor
ner of the deck of the Pacific liner
City of Pekin; her voice came from
the intfirsticfts between several nil-
lows, a veil and a hood. Perry pros
cott's chair stretched over a consider
able portion of the deck in her neigh
borhood. They were gazing out at the
sea and talking fitfully.
"Why, we pick it up out here in mid
ocean, answered Perry; we carry
it along a way, and drop it where the
steamer going the other way can't find
it."
"Oh, yes, of course; but where doe3
the extra time come from ? I really
don't understand it at all."
"It's simply taken from the boats
that we pass going westward. .Some
time tonight, you know," said Perry,
gravely, "we meet a freight steamer.
They have plenty of time to spare on
board. We heave to, send out a boat,
.ask for an extra day, pay well for it,
and ship it aboard. In the morning
you and I wake up, and it is today
again. That's the way they manage
it, Miss Marcy.J'
"Mr. Prescott, I think you are very
rude. I really wanted to find out
about it. If you don't know yourself,
don't be ashamed to confess your ig
norance." "Pardon me, Miss Marcy," said Per
ry; "I was speaking in parables, of
course; but there is an element of
truth in what I said. The boats going
westward lose a day, and we gain one;
that's the truth. I was just putting
the transaction on a commercial ba
sis, that's all."
"But how can it be so?"
"Easily enough. We drop an hour
here and there, when we don't espe
cially need it; and today, when the
voyage beings to grow tedious, we call
them all in and paste them on today,
bo we can get in a day earlier."
"Thank you for alluding to the te
dium of the voyage. For my part, I
think it rather pleasant, except that
I cannot always enjoy my meditations
without interruption."
"If that, is all, I will see the voyage
Is one grand round of pleasure for you
in the future'
There was a long pause. Prescott
moved about uneasily in his chair; he
started to rise once or twice, thought
better of it each time, and finally set
tled down to a silent contemplation of
the ocean and the, extension end of his
companion's chair. A little tan shoe
swung nervously to and fro in the
line of his gaze.
"Of course, I can take my chair to
the other end of the deck, if you wish,"
he said softly, at length. "But as your
pillows and wraps constitute all your
landscape in this direction, possibly
my mere presence here will not inter
fere with your enjoyment."
"It is quite immaterial to me. what
you do," was the haughty reply.
Another long pause. The little tan
Bhoe had worked itself clear of the
wrap, a bit of black stocking and blue
skirt appeared.
"Let me obscure your view for an
instant," said Prescott, as he stooped
ever to tuck in the wrap.
"What time is it?" was the evasive
reply.
"Half past four; no, half past five.
I forgot to omit the last hour we
dropped overboard."
"Why don't you drop overboard af
ter it, and secure it for your own pri
vate use? You would spend it in very
amiable company'
The shoe had struggled loose from
its moorings again.
"You are very gracious today," said
Prescott, meekly.
"You are very gallant, sir, I'm sure.
No!" she burst out, as he stooped
over again; "don't touch that shoe?
I want it just so." "
The silence was awful. The little
shoe waved furiously. At length Lau
ra rose. J;:
"I am going down to i mother," she
said abruptly. "No, thank you, those
wraps will be all right there. Good
by." She steadied herself by the rail, and
pac-sed quickly along to the compan
way. Prescott was left! standing be
side her chair. t ,
The evening passed away without
his seeing here. The next morning
was stormy, and she stayed below with
her mother. Then it cleared and in the
afternoon she appeared on deck again.
Presfcott had set her chair next to his
own in the same secluded corner and
carefully placed the rugs and pillows
upon it. .
Laura greeted his pleasantly enough,
and allowed him to tuck her in the
chair without a word. When they
spoke again it was about the storm aiid
her mother's illness. There was no
allusion ito ' their quarrel; each was
ostentatiously friendly, yet there was
a marked constraint about the con
versation, which soon died away. Both
watched, ' the storm.-swollen waves In
silence for a time. k ;.' -
Suddenly Laura broke the spell.
"Apropos of this repeating a day,
Mr. Prescott," she said mischievously,
"where does the extra day come from
anyhow?"
Quick as a flash Perry responded:
"Why, we pick it up inthe middle of
the ocean;" and an amused smile
played over his countenance. Evi
dently their thoughts had taken the
same road and reached the same des
tination at about the same time.
"But where does the extra time come
from ? I really don't understand it
at all."
"We drop an idle hour, here and
there, don't you know, all the way
around the world; and then, when we
find we have done something we are
sorry for, we pick them all up, paste
them together, and live the same day
over again. And I'm glad it s sp.'
added Prescott, with feeling, 'for I
never wanted to live a day over again
so much as yesterday, I mean today."
There was a pause. A little tan
shoe, the mate of the one that had ap
peared before, was tapping the chair
nervously. A flushed face peered
witchingly out from among the pil
lows. Laura broke the silence.
"What time is it?" she said demurs
ly.
"You mean it is time for me to
apol " he began.
"No, no, no. Listen, what time is
it?"
A light began to dawn on Pres
cott's face.
"Oh, let me see; half-past four."
A pause followed.
"Go on," urged Laura.
"Go on how?" he queried.
"Finish your remark. You forgot
something."
"Oh, yes; I forgot the last hour we
dropped overboard."
"I wish I had been dropped over
board instead of the hour," remarked
Laura, candidly. "It would have
served me right."
"Absurd!" remarked Perry, with a
warmth hardly called for by the de
mure statement. The little tan shoe
fairly danced about on the chair.
"Let me obscure your view for an
instant," quoth Perry, eagerly; and
he stooped over to replace the wrap.
"Laura," he murmured, earnestly;
"dear Laura," and observing that the
deck was deserted he pressed his lips
yes, actually to the tanned leather.
"Perry! How utterly absurd!" cried
Laura, blushing furiously. "Don't
touch that shoe! I want it so!"
Her own lips were pursed with scorn
perhaps as she said it; and the "so"
might have referred to them. Certainly
Perry interpreted the remark in that
way. New York Home Journal.
LANE WAS READY.
Witty Retort Which He Made to Thomas
A. Hendricks.
"Henry S. Lane was one of the best
stump speakers that Indiana ever pro
duced," said a gentleman the other day
who has resided in this state for over
60 years. "He was essentially a
stump speaker, using that term in the
old time sense of the word, and I am
sure that sending him to the United
States senate was equivalent to putting
him in a coffin, as far as display of his
peculiar oratorical ability was con
cerned. He was especially brilliant at
repartee, and his ability in this respect
might me likened to the play of a mas
ter with the rapier.
"I shall never forget the time that I
heard him make one of those apt re
plies to Thomas A. Hendricks. It was
back in 1857 or '&8, while I was teach
ing school down at Leavenworth, in
Crawford county. Lane and Hendricks
had been stumping the state and hold
ing a series of joint debates that roused
the interest of all the people. Their
stay at Leavenworth was limited to
the time. between two boats, and it was
agreed that the debate should be gov
erned by this fact. Hendricks spoke
first and made a very plausible argu
ment for his side of the question. Lane
arose to reply only a short time before
the boat was due, but he pitched into
th argument of his opponent with such
a vigorous attack that in a very few
minues Hendricks became uneasy, and
appeared to be very uncomfortable. I
was well down toward the front of the
audience, where I could see every ex
pression of the two orators' faces. Pres
ently, as Lane was in the midst of one
of his most scorching and sarcastic
periods, the whistle of they approach
ing steambat was heard.
"At the sound. Mr. Hendricks, who
was seatd on the platform immediate
ly behind Mr. Lane, leaned forward,
and in a whisper that could be plainly
heard by most of the auditors, said:
" 'Mr. Lane, the boat is coming.
Don't you think you had better stop?'
"Mr. Lane paused and looked i down
over his shoulder for a moment at his
interrupter with a look of utmost scorn
on his face, then, turning to the audi
ence with a smile, remarked: 'I
thought that it was about time that
the gentleman would want to take to
water This witty turn, of course,
caught the fancy of the crowd, and it
was many a day before Hendricks
heard the last of the incident." Indi
anapolis News.
Alaska's Rich Copper Deposits.
The rich copper deposits of Alaska
are beginning to be developed, the first
shipment from the White Horse belt
having been dispatched to Tacoma al
ready. This belt, traversing a tribu
tary of the Yukon; is 25 miles long
and four miles wide. The ore is said
i ranee from 25 to 75 percent cop
per, and carries trom $6 to $10 per ton
gold. '
. Family Pride. ; v
Wood I notice Sawyer Is very
proud of his family tree. - : .
Slabb Well, he ought to be. ; His
father got his start in the lumber
business. Detriot Free Press.
NO TA1UEE EETALIATION 1
FICTITIOUS ALARMS CONJURED
BY FREE TRADERS.
UP
Ho XCasis In Tact or in Prohahility For
Their Predictions Heffardinjr the l'or
mation of a European Trade Alliance
Against the United States.
Those who so confidently prophesy
foreign tariff combinations against the
United States may be rightly sus
pected of allowing their wishes to in
fluence their judgment. Apparently
they would like to see what they ex
pect to see. The dire possibilities of
international trade are conjured up by
free traders and former protectionists
as the strongest possible argument
indeed.tb only possible argument
ifl""favor or the abandonment by the
United Staters of the protective policy.
So we are tohl nearly every day that
European covWries are conducting
secret negotiations looking toward a
trade combinp against this country,
and that our only safety in this emer
gency is to repeal the Dingley law
and get right ddwu to an unrestricted
trade basis.
First of all, thare is no evidence
whatsoever of the existence of a plot
to form a Continental tariff alliance
against the Unitafl States. Still less
evidence is there of the contempla
tion of a European affiance. " It a
European combine should be at
tempted. Great Britain would have
to be left out of it, and Great Britain
is very muen the best customer the
United States has among European
countries. England must have have
our foodstuffs and raw materials, and
she is not going to join anybody in a
scheme whose object is to make those
commidities cost more in the British
market.
Coming to the possibility of a Con
tinental combine, we find little more
likelihood of it being on the Continent
than in Great Britain. Germany has
been making some experiments along
the lino of discrimination against
American products, and her experi
ence is instructive. Consul Diedrich
writes from Bremen to our State De
partment some pertinent facts relative
to the operation of the inspection law
whereby importations of American
corned beef and other beef products
are prohibited.
Not long ago Dr. Karl Frankel, pro
fessor of hygiene in the University of
Halle, declared that this law is noth
ing more than a cloak, faded and
worn, hung over tbe agrarian idol. He
showed that, while the Government
had declared that the passage of the
law was required in the interests of
public health, "nothing suffered more
from said law than did the public
health of the nation. The prevailing
high prices of meat necessarily les
sened its consumption, while the health
of the nation demanded an increase."
As a matter of fact, fuliy one-half of
Germany's population is to-day suffer
ing hardships by reason of such tariff
discrimination as Germany has - thus
far seen fit to impose against Ameri
can foodstuffs in obedience to the de
mands of the German agricultural in
terests, and it does not seem probable
that the situation will be subjected to
any additional strain of the same sort.
Excepting Russia, all the Continental
countries of Europe are more or less
dependent upon the United States for
their food supplies and raw materials;
while Russia, albeit independent of us
in the matter of subsistence, must
either buy a considerable line of
manufactured products from us, or
else pay a higher price for them else
where. The situation and outlook as
to a European trade alliance of any
kind against the United States are
well summed up by tne Baltimore
Herald, as follows:
"When it comes to building univer
sal tariff walls, this country might
suffer a depression in trade, a slack
ening in industrial progress; but
Europe would sustain from such i
course not stagnation alone, but utter
prostration. In any case, we would
have an abundance of all things for
the homo supply. Another result
would soon ensue the 1 underfed mil
lions of Europe would begin to swarm
to our shores in an increasing ratio,
looking for relief from unbearable
home conditions. If any nation can
stand alone and depend entirely upon
her own resources, this nation can.
Most surely in the squeeze of a tariff
war we should not be the first to
cry quits."
The Scepter of Power.
Over and above the excess of ex
ports which our own country shows
in comparison with Great Britain and
Germany, It has this great advantage
namely, a large balance of trade in its
favor, as against a small balance for
Germany and a balance the other way
for the British islands. The great
American trade balance stimulates
home industry, protects iis money sup
plies and Is steadily making the world
its debtor. The scepter of commercial
and financial power, so long in the
hands of England, is being trans
ferred to this nation, which, from all
present indications, will hold it for
generations to come. Topeka Capital.
A Colossal Failure.
The talk during the campaign of
1900, about the danger of imperialism
in the event of McKinley's election,
was the worst kind of political dema
gogy. Some people may have believed
such silly twaddle, but men possessing
the intelligence and information of
William J. Bryan knew it to be merely
a fabrication, a scheme to deceive the
people, but, as such, it was a colossal
failure. Hermitage (Mo.) Index Ga
zette. "
In recent years Great Britain has
lost her supremacy among the nations
of the world in the manufacture of
hardware. The United States now leads
In the production of that commodity.
FREE TRADE STRINGENCY.
The Eritish Money Market in Great
Dread of a' Government Loan.
It seems to be the universal opinion
among bankers that there is not the
slightest possibility of stringency in
the money market in this country for
some time to come. In the words of
an officer of one of the national banks
in New York City:
"There will be no dear money. To
the contrary, it will continue easy.
Present conditions are exceptional.
Thnry is more money in the country
than ever there was before, and if
rales should go up even temporarily,
it would result in a veritable flood of
money here from out of town banks
and automatically relieve the situa
tion almost instanter."
This is the situation under the opera
tion of the Dingley law, that "robber
tariff" law, which, according to the
free traders and tariff reformers, is
swindling the American people and is
putting a clog on American industry.
From free trade England comes an
other story. The special London cor
respondent of the New York Times
financial review wrrites:
"Our money market is completely
overshadowed by the dread of a large
Gov' -amcnt loan."
flood of money" over there, it
s it too much to ask that the
uers run over their logic, so-
calle
agaih -Siitt see "if tfiey -caL!J
out where the flaw in their reasoning
is
Perhaps they can explain how it
is that the protective tariif system,
which, according to their theories, im
poverishes and handicaps a country,
has produced in the United States a
plethora of money both in private
pockets and in public purse, whil? the
blessings of "free commerce" in Eng
land have had such results as to make
the London market "dread"' a Gov
ernment loan.
Things Are Different Now.
Mi'. Jerry Simpson, some time a
member of Congress from the State
of Kansas, according to a Kansas dis
patch, has just sold cattle to the
amount of $7223, and has received
every cent but $200 cf this amount in
cash. It wTas Mr. Simpson who, as
the Kansas City Journal recalls, stated
upon the floor of Congress, not so
many years ago, that the men of his
district were selling their honor and
the women their virtue for bread. But
that statement was ' made during the
time when we were trying the experi
ment of a "change" from protection
to free trade. Things are different
now In Kansas, as in the rest of the
country. Free trade no longer para
lyzes the industries of the country,
and Mr. Simpson is no longer a mem
ber of Congress. It was the return of
economic sanity, which Kansas shared,
in common with the rest of the coun
try, which retired Mr. Simpson to pri
vate life. Yet Mr. Simpson cannot
consider this change of view on the
part of his constituents and others as
wholly unkind to him, for, while it
resulted in his retirement to private
life, it at the same time, as now ap
pears, made his private life a pros
perous one. And probably down deep
in his heart Mr. Simpson prefers the
actualities of protection prosperity
even to the opportunity of making
sensational speeches in Congress con
cerning the poverty of his constitu
ents, such as was afforded to him in
free trade days.
The World is a Good Customer.
A Great Export Snrplas.
The most sanguine American must
have been astonished at the succes
sion of changes in the foreign com
merce of this country which have kept
the surplus of exports altogether be
yond precedent for the past three
years. When the foreign demand for
American breadstuff s is only fair there
is a great boom in the cotton market
and the European sales of that staple
swell to imposing figures. When
neither grain nor cotton makes abnor
mal contributions to the credit side
of the nation's account with the rest
of the world, the steady expansion of
the export trade in machinery and
manufactures accounts for enormous
margins in favor of the United States.
Whatever changes and currents may
be noted in the foreign commerce of
this republic, it seems that nothing
can prevent an immense excess of its
sales over its purchases. That sort of
thing is fast paying all American in
debtedness in Europe, and it will soon
makevtnis country a greax cieunur
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nation:
Foreigners know this, but
they a
t able to stop the process,
however
ich they might like to
so. Clevel
Leader.
Afwa at Fearfnl C
There are Lome sincere
think the protective tari
now, and oughV to be
same Idea hasrevai
experiments in the li
always been offp
national indust
of which they
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Df.TALMAGE SERMOiM
THE GREAT DIVINE'S ELOQUEM
flESSAGE.
Subject: In Praise of the TTorld'3 Re
deemerPortraits of Some of His Great
Disciples and Exponents The X.ove of
Christ Set Forth.
lCoypri-htlPCl.1
Washington, I). C. In this discourse
Dr. Talinage sounds the praises of the
world's Kedeemer, and puts before U3 the
portraits of some of His great disciples
and exponents; text, John iii, 31, "He
that cometh from above is above all."
The most conspicuous character of his
tory steps oot upon the platform." The
finger v, hicb, diamonded with light, point
ed down to Him from the liethlehem sky
was only a ratification of the finger of
prophecy, the finger of genealogy, the
finger of chronolojry; the finger of events
all five fingers pointing in one direction.
Christ is the overtopping figure of all time..
He is the vox humana in all music, the
gracefullest line in all sculpture, the most
exquisite mingling cf lights and shades in
all painting, the acme of all climaxes, the
dome of all eathedraled grandeur and the
peroration of all splendid language.
The Greek alphabet is made up of twenty-four
letters, and when Christ com
pared Himself to the first letter and the
last letter, the alpha and omega, He ap
propriated to Himself all the splendors
that you can spell out with those two let
ters and all the letters between them. "I
am the alpha and omega, the beginning
and the end, the first and the last." Or,
if you prefer the wovds of the text,
"Above all."
It means, after you have piled up all
Alpine and Himalayan altitudes, the glory
1 "-C&Jiswould have to spread its wings
and descenda-jl?" lSZgQ$s to touch
those summits. 1'ehon. a hia-h""- JQOunta
of Thessaly: Ossa, a high mountain?
Ob'mpus, a high mountain, but mythology
telis us when the giants warred against the
gods they piled up these three mountains
and from the top of them proposed to
scale the heavens, but the height was not
great enough, and there was a complete
failure. And after all the giants Isaiah
and Paul, prophetic and apostolic giants;
Raphael and Michael Angelo, artistic
giants; cherubim and seraphim and arch
angel, celestial giants have failed to climb
to the top of Christ's glory they might all
well unite in the words of the text and
ea3'. "He that cometh from above is above
all."
First, Christ must be above all else in
our preaching. There are so many books
on homiletics scattered through the world
that all laymen, as well as all clergymen,
have made up their minds what sermons
ought to be. That sermon is most effec
tual which most pointedly puts forth
Phrist as the pardon of all sin and the
correction of all evil, individual, social, po
litical, national. There i3 no reason why
we should ring the endless changes on a
few phrases. There are those who think
that if an exhortation or a discourse have
frequent mention of justification, sanctifi
eation, covenant of works and covenant of
grace, therefore it must be profoundly
evangelical, while they are suspicious of a
discourse which presents the same truth,
but under different phraseology. Now, I
say there is nothing in all the opulent
realm of Anglo-Saxonism or all the word
treasures that we inherited from the Latin
and the Greek and the Indo-European,
but we have a right to marshal it in reli-
5;ious discussion. Christ sets the example,
lis illustrations were from the grass, the
flowers, the spittle, the salve, the barnyard
fowl, the crystals of salt, as well as from
the seas and the stars, and we do not pro
pose in our Sunday-school teaching and in
our pulpit address to be put on the limits.
I know that there is a great deal said
in our day against words, as though they
were nothing. They may be. misused,-but
they have an imperial power. They are
the bridge between soul and soul, between
Almighty God and the human race. What
did God write upon the tables of stone?
Words. WThat did Christ utter on Mount
Olivet? Words. Out of what did Christ
strike the spark for the illumination of the
universe? Out of words. "Let there be
light," and light was. Of course thought
is the earffo and words are onlv the ship.
but how fast would your cargo get on with
out the ship? What you need, my friends,
in all your work, in your Sunday-school
class, in your reformatory institutions,
and what we all need is to enlarge our vo
cabulary when we come to speak about
God and Christ in heaven. We ride a
few old words to death when there is such
an illimitable resource, bnakespeare em
ployed 15,000 different words for dramatic
purposes. Milton employed 8000 different
words for poetic purposes; Rufus Choate
employed over 11,000 different words for
legal purposes, but the most of us have
less than a thousand words that we can
manage, less than 500, and that makes us
so stupid.
When we come to set forth the love of
Christ, we are going to take the tenderest
phraseology wherever we rind it, and if it
nas never been used in that direction be
fore all the more shall we use it. When
we come to speak of the glory of Christ
the conqueror, we are going to draw our
similes from triumphal arch and oratorio
amd everything grand and stupendous. The
French navy has eighteen flags by which
they give signal, but those eighteen flags
they can put into 66,000 different combina
tions, combinations infinite and varieties
everlasting. And let me say to young men
who are after a while going to preach
Jesus Christ, you will have the largest lib
erty and unlimited resource. You only
have to present Christ in your own way.
Jonathan Edwards preached Christ in
the severest argument ever penned, and
John Bunyan preached Christ in the sub
limest allegory ever composed. Edward
Payson, sick and exhausted, leaned up
against the side of his pulpit and wept out
his discourse, while George Whitefield,
with the manner and the voice and the
art of an actor, overwhelmed his auditory.
It would have been a different thing if
Jonathan Edwards had tried to write and
dream about the pilgrim's progress to the
celestial city or John Bunyan had at
tempted an essay on the human will.
Brighter than the light, fresher than the
fountains, deeper than the seas, are these
gospel themes. Song has not melody,
flowers have no sweetness, sunset sky has
no color, compared with these glorious
themes. These harvests of grace spring
up quicker than we can sickle them.
Kindling pulpits with their fire and pro
ducing revolutions with their power, light
ing up dying beds with their glory, they
are the sweetest thought for the poet, and
they are the most thrilling illustration for
the orator, and they offer the most in
tense scene for the artist, and they are to
the embassador of the sky all enthusiasm.
Complete pardon for direst guilt. Sweet
est comfort for ghastliest agony. Bright
est hope for grimmest death. Grandest
resurrection for darkest sepulcher. j
"Oh, what a.dsp?l'to preach! Christ
over all in it,' His birth, His suffering,
His miracles, His parables, His sweat, His
fears, 'His blood, His atonement. His in
tercession what glorious themes! Do we
exercise faith? Christ is its object. Do
we have love? It fastens on Jesus. Have
we a fondness for the church? It is be
cause Christ died for it. Have we a hope
af heaven? It is because Jesus went ahead
the herald and the forerunner.
Tke royal "robe of - Demetrius was so
costly, bo beautiful, that after he had put
it off no ne ever dared put it n. Bat
hia robe of Christ, richer than that, the
Poorest and wannest and the worst may
r. Where sin abounded grace , may
vh mere abound.
' my sing, my sins," said- Martin
to Staupitz; "my sins, my sins!"
at is that the brawny German stu
na4 found a Latin Bible that had
iMB fnake, nd aouung else ever did
make him quake, and when he found how,
through Christ, he was pardoned and
saved he wrote to a friend, saying: "Coma
over and join us, great and awful sinners
saved by the grace of God. You seem to
be only a slender sinner, and you don't
much extol the mercy of God. but we who
have Vicen such very awful sinner3 praise
His grace the more now that we have been,
redeemed." Can it be thai? you are so des
perately egotistical that you feel yourself
m first rate spiritual trim, and that from
the root of the hair to the tip of the too
you are scarles3 and immaculate? What
you need is a looking glass, and here it is
in the Bible. Poor and wretched and mis
erable and blind and naked from the crown,
of the head to the sole of the foot, full
of wounds and putrefying sores. No health
in us. And then take the fact that Christ
gathered up all the notes against us and
paid them and then offered us the receipt.
And how much we need Him in our sor
rows! We are independent of circum
stances if we have His grace.- Why, He
made Paul sing in the dungeon, and under
that grace St. John from desolate Patmoa
heard the blast of the apocalyptic trum
pets. After all other candles have been
snuffed out this is the light that gets
brighter and brighter unto the perfect
day, and after, under the hard hoofs of
calamity, all the pools of worldly enjoy
ment have been trampled into deep mire,
at the foot of the eternal rock, the Chris
tian, from cups of granite, lily rimmed
and vine covered, puts out the thirst of
his soul.-
A cain I remark that Christ i3 above all
in dying alleviations. I have not any sym
pathy with the morbidity abroad about
our demise. The Emperor of Constantino
pje arranged that on the day of his coron
nation the stonemason should come and
consult him about his tombstone that after
a while he would need;' and there are men
who are monomanical on the subject ol
departure from this life by death, and tho
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they thinK or it ine less prepares
!iey to go. This is an .unmanlmera
thy of you, nor worthy ot me.
day. while dying ordereaLLunie had
on him to be carried after his death on a
spear at the head of his army, and then
the soldier ever and anon should stop and
say: "Behold all that is left of Saladin, the
emperor and conqueror! Of all the- states
he conquered, of all the wealth he accumu
lated, nothing did he retain but this
shroud!". - ': ::;..
I have no sympathy with such behavior
or such absurd demonstration, or with
much that we hear uttered in regard to de-
narttire frnm Vhia life in t.K nort TVioj-o
is a common-sensicai idea on this, subject
that you and I; need to consider that
there are only two styles of departure.
A thousand feet under ground, by light
of torch toilins in a miner's shaft, a ledge
of rock mav fall unnn us. and we mav die
a miner's death. Far out at sea, falling
from the slippery ratlines and broken on
the halyards, we may die a sailor s death.
On mission of mercv in hospital, amid bro
ken bones and reeling leprosies and raging
fevers, we may die a philanthropist's
death.
On the field of battle, serving God and
our country, slugs through the heart, the
gun carriage may roll over us. and we may
die a patriot's death. But, after all, there
are only two styles of departure the death
of the righteous and of the wicked, and
we all want to die the former.
wnat cnci x,ne aying janeway sayr x
can as easily die as elose my eyes or turn
my head in sleep. Before a few hours have
passed I shall stand on Mount Zion with
the one hundrfed and forty and four thou
sand and witu the just men made perfect,
and we shall ascribe riches and honor and
glory and marjesty and dominion unto God
and the Lamb." Dr. Taylor, condemned
to burn at the stake, on his way thither
broke away from the guardRmen and wens
bounding find leaping and jumping toward
the fire, gwd to. go to Jesus and to die for
Him. Sir Varies Hare in his last moment
had such rapturous vision that he cried,
"Upward, upward, upward!" And bo
great was the peace of one of Christ's dis
ciples that he put his finger upon the
pulse in his wrist and counted it and obh
ended here to begin in heaven. But
grander than that was the tcimpny o
the wornout first misionar,?when in tb
Mamartine dungeon hecrled: "I am no
ready to be 'offered, anci the twie of my
departure U at hand! I have fought the
good fight. I have finished my course. I
have kept the faith. Henceforth there is
laid up for me a crown of righteousness,
which the Lord, the righteous judge, will
give me in that day, and not to me only,
but to all them that love His appearing!'
Do you not see that Christ is above all in
flvln. allAvi'a f trio
Toward the last hour of our earthly resi
dence we are speeding. When I see the
spring blossoms scattered, I say, "Another
season gone iwever. ucu
Bible on Sabbath night, I say, "Another
Sabbath departed." When I bury a friend,
I gay, "Another earthly attraction gone
forever." What nimble feet the years
have!
The roebucks and. the lightnings run not
so fast. From decade to decade, from Bky
to skv, they go at a bound. There is a
place for us, whether marked or not, where
you and I will sleep the last sleep, and the
men are now living who will with solemn
tread carry us to our resting place.
So, also, Christ is above all, in heaven.
The Bible distinctly says that Christ is
the chief theme of the celestial ascription,
all the thrones facing His throne, all the
palms waved before His face, all - the
crowns down at His feet. Cherubim to
cherubim, seraphim to seraphim, redeemed,
spirit to i redeemed spirit, shall recite the
Saviour's earthly sacrifice.
Stand on some high , hill of heaven, and
in all the radiant sweep the most glorious
object will be Jesus. .Myriads gazing on
the scars of His suffering, in silence first,
afterward breaking forth into acclamation.
The martyrs, all the purer for the flame
through which they passed, will say, I his
is Jesus, tor wnom we uieu.
ties, all the happier for the shipwreck and
the scourging through which they went,
will say, "This is the Jesus whom we
preached at Corinth, and in Cappadocia,
and at Antioch, and at Jerusalem. , Lit
tle children, clad in white will say, This
is the Jesus who took us in His arms and
blessed us, and when the storms of the
world were too cold and loud brought us
into this beautiful place." The multitudes
of the bereft will say, "This is the Jesus
who comforted us when our heart broke.
Many who had wandered clear off from
God and plunged into vagaDonaism, uuk
were saved by grace, will say ; "This is the
Jesus who pardoned us. We were lost on
the mountains, and He brought us home.
We were guilty and He made us white as
snow." Mercy boundless, grace unparal
leled. And then, after each one nas reciteu
his peculiar deliverances and peculiar mer
cies, recited them as by solo, all the voices
will come together in a great chorus,
which shall make the arches re-echo with
the eternal reverberation of gladness and
peace and triumph. , .,
Edward I. 'was so anxious to go to the
Holy Land that when he was about to ex
riJ he beaueathed $160,000 to have his
heart after his decease taken and deposit
ed in the Holy Land, and his request was
complied with. But there are hundreds to,
day whose hearts are already m the holy
land of heaven. Where your treasures are,
there are your hearts also. John Lurry an,
of whom I spoke afc -ths-..o.penimr of tt
dLourse, caught a glimpse of tMt -Viand
in his quaint way he sai
heard in my dream, and, lo, t
th city rang again for joy. A
opened the gates to let in t
looked in after them, and, lo
shone like the. sun, and there w
of gold, and men walked on tt
in their hands to sing praises ;
And after that they shut up
which when JL had seen I wish
among, them. . .-
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