TltE DAILY HERALD, PLATTSMOUTH, NEBRASKA, MONDAY, NOVEMBER 7, 1887.
CONCORD AND DISCORD.
DR. TALMAGE PREACHES AT THE
BROOKLYN TABERNACLE.
The Whole I'nlTerno Wn (him a Com-jil-to
f uil - llnrurl Itrou-ht About
by Mn Tlio Human Inl llo t Out of
Tunr lluw to IC-store Hanuoiij.
Uimjoki.yX, Nov. 0. Tho iimiii f:itur
in (In; mu.sk; of tlio Ilrooklyn tiiUimu Io
is tlio coiKro;atioii;il iniriff. Tcwlay,
after tlio ojMMiiiif; w.ii, in wlik h all tlio
thousands j:n tiiipatcil, I'rofmsor lirowno
p::ive on tliu orari .Selierzo, opun til, y
Mcwlclsttthii. The Ilev. T. I Jo Witt
Tulmay, I). D., ex jmiiihIi1 :i chapter in
tho littst I took of Samuel where; Saul,
IKjswsM'd of an evil Bpint, threw ;i jave
lin at I)uvi, who was iLivin on tho
liarp Iicforo iim, tlms showing that tho
evil spirit does not liko Kucrcil inubie;.
Tlio subject of tho M'riuoii was "t'om-ord
anil Disconl," and tlio text was from
Job xxxviii, (J, 7: "Who laid the rornor
utone thr-of; wheji tho iiiorniri.! htars
can; together?" Dr. Talinage said:
We have all seen tho ceremony at tho
laying of tho cormr Ktone of church,
asylum or Masonic temple. Into tho
hollow of the stone were placed wrolLs of
history and iiiirt ant documents to lc
KUgK-stive if, 100 or 200 years after, tho
building should lie destroyd by lire or
torn down. Wo TememU-r tho silver
trowel or iron liamim r that smote the
square )iecrj of granite into sanctity. Wo
renienibc-r fiome veiicrahlo man who pre
sided, wielding the trowel or hammer.
We rcmemlier aim) the music as the choir
stood on the scattered stones and timlx-r
of tho buililing alout to le constructed.
Tho leaves of the note. IjooIcs fluttered in
tho wind and were turned over with a
great rustling, and wo remember how
the bass, baritone, tenor, contralto and
soprano voices commingled. They had,
for many clays, lieeii rehearsing tlie spe
cial programme, that it might l worthy
f tho corner stone laying'.
In my text tho poet of Uz calls us to a
prander ceremony the laying of tho
foundation of this great temple of a
world. The corner stone was a block of
light and the trowel was of celestial crys
tal. All about and on tho embankments
of cloud stood the angelic choristers, un
rolling their librettos of overture, and
other worlds clapped shining cymbals
while the ceremony went on, and God,
the architect, by stroke of light after
stroke of light, dedicated this great ca
thedral of a world, with mountains for
pillars, and sky for frescoed ceiling, and
flowering fields for floor, and sunrise and
midnight aurora for upholstery. "Who
laid tho corner stone thereof, when tho
morning star3 sang together?"
Tho fact is that the whole universe was
a complete cadence, an unbroken dithy
rarab, a musical portfolio. The great
sheet of immensity had been spread out,
and written on it wero the stars, tho
smaller of them minims, tho larger of
them sustaiued notes. Tho meteors
marked the staccato passages; the whole
heavens a gamut, with all sounds, in
tonations anil modulations; the space be
tween the worlds a musical interval,
trembling of stellar light a quaver; the
thunder a base clef; the wind among
trees a treble clef. That is the way
God made all things a perfect harmony.
But one day a harp string snapped in
the great orchestra. One, day a voice
sounded out of tune. One day a discord,
harsh and terrific, grated upon the glori
ous antiphone. It was sin that made tho
dissonance, and that harsh discord has
been sounding through the centuries. All
the work of Christians, and philanthro
pists, and reformers of all ages is to stop
that discord, and get all things back into
the perfect harmony which was heard at
the laying of the corner stone, when tho
morning stars sang together. Before I
get through, if I am divinely helped, I
will make it plain that tin is discord and
righteousness i- harmony.
That things in general are out of tune
is as plain as to a musician's ear is tho
unhappy clash of clarionet and bassoon
in an orchestral rendering.
The world's health out of tune: Weak
lung and the atmosphere in collision, dis
ordered eye and noonday light in quarrel,
rheumatic limb and damp weather in
struggles neuralgias and pneumonias and
consumptions and epilepsies in flocks
swoop ujson neighborhoods and cities.
"Where you find one jktsoii with, sound
throat and keen eyesight, and alert ear,
and easy respiration, and regular pulsa
tiou, and supple limb, and prime diges
tion and steady nerves, you lind a hun
dred who have to be very careful ljecauso
this or that or the other physical func
tion is disordered.
The human intellect out of tune: The
judgment wrongly swerved or the mem
ory leaky, or the will weak, or the tem
per inflammable and the well balanced
xnind exceptional. Domestic life out of
tune: Only here and there a conjugal
outbreak of incompatibility .of temper
through the divorce courts, or a filial
outbreak out a father's will about tho
surrogate's court, or a case of wife beat
ing or husband poisoning through the
criminal courts, but thousands of fam
ilies with June outside and January
within.
Society out of tune: Labor and capital,
their hands on each other's throat. Spirit
of caste keeping those down in the social
scale in a struggle to get up, and putting
those who are up in anxiety lest they
have to come down. No wonder the old
pianoforte of society is all out of tune,
when hypocrisy and lying, and subter
fuge, and double dealing, and syco
phancy, and charlatanism and revenge
have for 6,000 years been banging
away at the keys and stamping the
pedals.""
On all sides there is a perpetual ship
wreck of harmonics. Nations in discord.
Without realizing it, so wrong is the feel
ing of nation for nation that the symbols
chosen are fierce and destructive. In this
country, where our skies are full of
robins and doves and morning larks, we
hare for our national symbol the fierce
nd filthy eagle as immoral a bird as can
be found in all the ornithological cata
logues. In Great Britain, where they
have lambs and fallow deer, their symbol
is the merciless lion. In Russia, where
from between her frozen north and
blooming south all kindly beasts dwell,
they choose the growling bear: and in
the world's heraldry a favorite figure is
the dragon, which is a winged serpent,
ferocious and deathful. And so fond is
tho world of contention that wo climb
out through tho heavens and baptize one
of the other planets with the spirit of bat
tle and call it J.lars, after tho god of war,
and wo give to the eighth sign of the
zodiac the name of tho scorpion, a
creature which is chiefly celebrated for
its rioadly sting. But, after all, these
symlxils are expressive of the way nation
fe-elst toward nation. Discord wide as the
continent and bridging the seas. I sup
jxse you have noticed how warmly in
love dry goods stores aro with other dry
gooils til ores, and how highly grocery men
think of tho KUgars of tho grocerymen on
tho same block. And in what a eulogis
tic way idiopathic and homoeopathic doc
tors sjK-ak of ea'-h other, and how minis
ters will sometimes put ministers on that
Ijcautiful cooking instrument which tho
English call a spit, an iron roller with
spikes on it, and turned by a crank be
fore a hot lire, and then, if tho minister
J icing roasted cries out against it, the men
who aro turning him say: "Hush,
brother! we aro turning this spit for the
glory of God and the good of your soul,
and you must bo quiet while we close the
services with:
"l:li-st ! tin- tii? that binds
Our lii'urs in Christian love "
Tho earth is diametered and circum
ferenced with discord, and the music that
was rendered at the laying of tho world's
corner stone, when the morning stars sang
together, is not heard now; and though
hero and there, from this and that part
of society, and from this and that part of
tho earth, there comes up a thrilling solo
of love, or a warble of worship, or a sweet
duet of patience, they are drowned out
by a discord that shakes tho earth.
Taul says: "Tho whole creation
groaneth," and while tho nightingale,
and the woodlark, and the canary, and
tho plover sometimes sing so sweetly that
their notes have Ijcen written out m musi
cal notation, and it is found that the
cuc koo sings in the key of D, and that
tho cormorant is a basso in the winged
choir, yet sportsman's gun and tho
autumnal blast often leave them ruflied
and bleeding, or dead in meadow or
forest. Paul was right, for the groan in
nature drowns out tho prima donnas of
the sky.
Tartini, the great musical composer,
dreamed one night that he made a con
tract with Satan, tho latter to 1x3 ever in
tho composer's service. But one night
he handi-d to Satan a violin, on which
Diabolus played such sweet music that
tho composer was awakened by tho emo
tion and tried to reproduce tho sounds,
and therefrom was written Tartini's most
famous piece, entitled the "Devil's So
nata," a dream ingenious but faulty, for
all melody descends from heaven, and
011I3' discords ascend from hell. All
hatreds, feuds, controversies, backbitings
and revengef; aro the devil's sonata, are
diabolic fugue, are demoniac phantasy,
are grand march of doom, are allegro of
perdition.
But if in this world things in general
are out of tune to our frail ear, how much
more so to ears angelic and deific. It
takes a skilled artist fully to appreciate
disagreement of sound. Many have no
capacity to detect a defect of musical
execution, and, though there were in one
bar as many offenses against harmony as
could crowd in Isc.tween the lower F of
the bass and the higher G of the soprano,
it would giyo them no discomfort, while
on tho forehead of the educated artist
beads of perspiration would stand out as
a result of the harrowing dissonance.
While an amateur was performing on a
Xiano and had just struck the wrong
chord, John Sebastian Bach, the im
mortal composer, entered the room, and
the amateur rose in embarrassment, and
Bach rushed past the host, who stepped
forward to greet him, and before the
keyboard hail stopicd 'vibrating, put his
adroit hand upon tho keys and changed
tho painful inharmony into glorious
cadence. Then Bach turned and gave
salutation to the host who had invited
him.
But the worst of all discords is moral
discord. If society and tho world are
painfully discordant to imperfect man,
what must they bo -to a perfect God?
People try to define what sin is. It seems
to mo that sin is getting out of harmony
with God, a disagreement with his holi
ness, with his purity, with his love,
with his commands, our will clashing
with his will, tho finite dashing against
the infinite, the frail against the puissant,
the created against the creator. If a
thousand musicians, with flute, and
cornet-a-piston, and trumpet, and violon
cello, and hautboys, and trombone, and
all the winged and stringed instruments
that ever gathered in a Dusseldorf jubilee
should resolve that . ihcy would play out
of tune, and put concord to the rack, and
make the place wild with shrieking, and
grating, and rasping sounds, they could
not make such a pandemonium a3 that
which rages in a sinful soul when God
listens to the play of its thoughts, pas
sions and emotions all discord, lifelong
discord, maddening discord. The world
pays more for discord than it does for
consonance. High prices have been
paid for music. One man gave $225 to
hear the Swedish songstress in New
York, and another 025 to hear her in
Boston, and another $650 to hear her in
Providence. Fabulous prices have been
paid for sweet sounds, but far more has
been paid for discord. The Crimean war
cost $1,700,000,000, and our American
civil war over $9,500,000,000, and tho
war debts of professed Christian nations
aro -about $15,000,000,000. The world
pays for this red ticket, which admits it
to the saturnalia of broken bones, and
death agonies, and destroyed cities, and
plowed graves, and crushed hearts, any
amount of money Satan asks. Discord!.
Discord!
But I have to tell you that the song
that the morning 6tars sang together, at
the laying of the world's corner stone, is
to be resumed again. Mozart's greatest
overture was composed one night when j
he was several times overpowered with
sleep, and artists say they can tell tho
places in the music whero he was falling
asleep, and the places where he awak
ened. So the overture of the morning
stars, spoken of in my text, has been
asleep, but it will awaken and be more
grandly rendered by the evening stars of
the world's existence than by the morn
ing stars, anil, the vespers will be sweeter
than the matins. The work of all good
men and women, and of all good
churches, and all reform associations is
to bring the race back to the original
harmony. The rebellious heart to be
Attuned, social life to be attuned, com
mercial etluca to bo attuned, intorna
tionality to bo attuned, hemispheres to
bo attuned. But by what force and in
what waj?
In olden time tho choristers had a tun
ing fork with two prongs, and they
would strike it on the back of pew or
music rack, and put it to the ear, and
then start tho tuno and all the other
voices would join. In modern orchestra
tho leader has a complete instrument,
rightly attuned, and ho sounds that, and
all the other performers turn tho keys of
their instruments to make them corro
sjoind, and sound the liow over the
string and listen, and sound out over
again, until all tho keys aro screwed to
concert pitch and the discords melt into
0110 great symphony, and tho curtain
hoists and tho baton taps, and audiences
aro raptured with Schumann's "Paradise
and tho Peri," or Rossini's "Stabat
Mater," or Bach's "Magnificat" in D,
or Gounod's "Redemption."
Now, our world can never be attuned
by an imperfect instrument. Even a
Cremona would not do. Heaven has or
dained tho only instrument, and it Li
made out of tho wood of the cross, and
tho voices that accompany it are im
ported void's, cantatriees of tho first
Christmas night, when heaven serenaded
the earth with: "(J lory to God in tho
highest and on earth jK-ace, good will to
men." Lest wo start too far off and get
lost in generalities, we had better In-gin
with ourselves, get our own hearts and
life in harmony with the eternal Christ.
Oh, for his almighty spirit to attune us,
to chord our will with Ilis will, to modu
lato our life with His life and bring us
into unison with all that is pure and self
sacrificing and heavenly. Tho strings of
our nature are all broken and twisted,
and the bow is so slack it cannot evoke
anything mellifluous. Tho instrument
made for heaven to play on has been
roughly twanged and struck by influ
ences worldly ami demoniac. O master
hand of Christ, restore this split and frac
tured and despoiled and unstrung nature
until first it shall wail out for our sin and
then trill with divine pardon.
The whole world must also be attuned
by tho same power. A few days ago I
was in the Fairbanks weighing scale
manufactory of Vermont. Six hundred
hands, and they have never had a strike.
Complete harmony between labor and
capital; tho operatives of scores of years
in their beautiful homes, near by the
mansions of tho manufacturers, whose
invention and Christian behavior made
the great enterprise. So, all the world
over, labor and capital will bo brought
into euphony. You may have heard
what is called the "Anvil Chorus," com
posed by Verdi, a tuno played by ham
mers, great and small, now with mighty
stroke, and now with heavy stroke, beat
ing a great iron anvil. That is what the
world has got to come to anvil chorus,
yardstick chorus, shuttle chorus, trowel
chorus, crowbar chorus, pickax chorus,
gold mine chorus, rail track chorus, loco
motive chorus. It can be done and it will
be done. So all social life will be at
tuned by the Gospel harp. There will be
as many classes in society as now, but
the classes will not be regulated by birth,
or wealth, or accident, but by tho scale
of virtue and benevolence, and people
will be assigned to their places as good,
or very good, or most excellent. So.
also, commercial life will be attuned, and
there will bo twelve in every dozen, and
sixteen ounces in every pound, and ap
ples at the bottom of the barrel will bo as
sound as those on tho top, and silk goxls
will not be cotton, and sellers will not
have to charge honest people more than
the right price because 'others will not
pay, and goods will come to you corre
sponding with the sample by which you
purchased them, and coffee will not bo
chickoried, and sugar. will not be sanded,
and milk will not be chalked, and adul
teration of food will be a state's prison
offense. Aye, all things shall bo attuned.
Elections in England and the United
States will no more be a grand carr.ivai
of defamation and scurrility, but tho elo
vation of righteous men in a righteous
way.
In the Sixteenth century the singers
called the Fischer Brothers reached tli
lowest bass ever recorded, and the high
est note ever trilled was by La Bat-tar-della,
and Catalini's voice had
of three and a half octaves: but Chris
tianity is more wonderful; for it runs all
up and down the greatest heights and the
deepest depths of the world's necessity,
and it will compass everything and bring
it in accord with the song which the
morning stars sang at the laying of the
world's corner stone. All the sacred
music in homes, and concert halls and
churches tends toward this consumma
tion. Make it more and more hearty.
Sing in your families. Sing in your
places of business. If we with proper
spirit use these faculties, we are rehears
ing for the skies.
Heaven is to have a new song, an en
tirely new song, but I should not wonder
if, as soinetimo on earth a tune is fash
ioned out of many tunes, or it is one tune
with the variations, so some of the songs
of tho redeemed may have playing
through them the songs of earth, and
how thrilling as coming through the
great anthem of the saved, accompanied
by harpers with their harps, and trumpet
ers with their trumpets, we should hear
some of the strains of Antioch, and
Mount Pisgah, and Coronation, and
Lenox, and St. Martin's, and Fountain,
and Ariel, and Old Hundred. How they
would bring to mincl, the praying circles,
and communion days, and the Christmas
festivals, and the church worship in
which on earth we mingled! I have no !
idea that when we lid farewell to earth
wo are to bid farewell to all these grand
old Gospel hymns, which melted and
raptured our souls for so many years. :
Now, my friends, if sin is discord and
righteousness is harmony, let us get out
of the one and enter the other. After
our dreadful civil war was over,
and in the summer of 1SC9, a great
national peace jubilee was held
in Boston, and as an elder of
this church had been honored by the
selection of some of his music, to be ren
dered on that occasion, I accompanied
him to the jubilee. Forty thousand peo
ple sat and stood in the great Coliseum
erected for that purpose. Thousands of
wind and 6tringed instruments. Twelve
thousand trained voices. The master
pieces of all ages rendered, hour after
hour, and day after day Handel"3
"Juelas Maccabaeus," Spohr's "Last
Judgment," Beethoven's "Mount of Ol
ives," Haydn's "Creation," Mendel- ,
Clrvfanl' KlnlnMt to a Oh 1.1.
The G-year-old daughter of Frederick
E. lioux, Florence, is proiiably the proud
est and most delighted child in the? city.
During tho president's viit hero last Sep
tember 6ho decided to make l.im tlio
recipient of a liouquet of wild flowers,
which she had gathered and arranged.
Without telling any one of her determi
nation, little Floroneo proceeded to the
I-afaye-tte hotel, and giving the bunch of
wild flowers to tho hotel clerk, asked him
that it might lo sent to tho president.
Florence was very much surprised, but
not at all disconcerted, when the clerk,
calling a lx-11 I joy. placed her in hi care
that she might make the gift in pcrs':i.
On entering the rooms occupied by tho
chief magistrate, tho child walked
straight up to him and, presenting the
flowers, said: "1 picked thereon purpose
for you, Mr. President." Tin; president,
.-bowing in hw faco tho pleasure which
tho childish gift and simplicity called
forth, asked her name. This she readily
gave, without, however, giving her resi
dence, and, after being kissed by tho
president, she returned to her home on
South Sixth street.
The parents of tho child could scarcely
credit tho story when she told them of
the incident of tho day, but they were;
convinced a few days ago when the por
trait of the president, with an autograph
letter of thanks, arrived at their house
directed to Florence. She was rejoiced
upon receiving so much notice from the
president, and desired that she might
write a letter to him thanking him for
his remembrance. Her teacher was re
quested by her to write tho letter, but re
fused, telling her that she would Ijo ablo
in a few weeks to write it herself. Ever
since then Florence lias been laltoring
faithfully to accomplish that end, and
looks forward with delight to tho time
when she will have reached the height f
her ambition. In finding tho address of
his little admirer tho president employed
the aid of the Philadelphia postofiice.
Tho name was given to every letter car
rier by Postmaster Ilarrity with instruc
tions to inquire if such a child lived on
their route. After patient search Flor
ence was found and tho presidential pres
ent was forwarded to its destination.
Philadelphia Call.
Hair Crowing After Death.
Sitting in tho office of the comptroller
of the treasury the other day wero two
gentlemen waiting for the preparation of
301110 document which tho bureau wa.i
just aljout compiling. On tho wall oppo
site hung a fine oil iortrait of Salmon P.
Chase, tho lir.-t comptroller, showing
him as a handsome, florid faced man,
without beard and with head partiallv
bald.
That doesn't look much as he 3id a
year ago," sr.i l one of them, noting the
handsome portrait.
"A year ago; why, ho has ljocn dead
these ten years or more, hasn't he?"
"Yes, eighteen of them. Yet I saw
him only a year ago with full beard and
a full head of hair, very different from
the picture you sec before us. '
"What do you mean?"
"Simply this: I was present when
his remains v.-ere taken from Oak View
cemetery fer transmission to Cincinnati a
year ago. Although seventeen 3-earshad
elapsed tlio remains wero still in an
almost perfect state. The features were
entirely distinguishable to those who
knew him in life. Tho clothing was in
a perfect state of preservation. Tho
principal changes were that tho face was
dark, and instead of L-eing smooth, as
was Ins custom in life, it was coveivd
with a full growth of bcr.rd, two inch'
or so in length and mixed with gir.y.
'"!;.' head, which you see was bald in lil';
covered with a full suit of hair,
partly gray." Omaha Herald.
M!s i'Iii'Is I i!i: ration.
The announcement i f Mi s Phelps' new
"Gntu" story, entitled "Tho Gates Be
tween." recalls the remark of a promi
nent Kansas City l.-.rly who was driving
witli some guests ::! ng the Hesperus reael
this summer, between Magnolia and
Gloucester. Mass. As a curve of the
beautiful driveway disclosed the narrow
"Neck" stretching out to fori, the western
woman turned Ut h'. r c-'mpanion, saying:
"Wo drove out on tho neck last week
when wo went to Manchoster-by-tho-Seu,
and had a view of Elizabeth Stuart
Phelps' summer home. After that vi. k
I understand why she's always writing
about gates. Why, there is nothing els
as noticeable. They thrust themseivca
across the road at every turn without the
shadow of an excuse; but not one of the?
six was 'ajar.' And warnings were
posted at every one against leaving it
ajar 'under extreme penalty of the
law.' " American Magazine.
1'ashioiinble 'C'olorcl" 'Weddings.
"Colored" weddings are among the
fashionable experiments in the east. Tlio
regulation toilet of white silk prevails
with brides, but tho chromatic style may
be run and rerun before a color is found
suitable to tho bridesmaids. At yel'.ow
weddings only brunettes aro chosen, and
either soft silk, brocade, tulle or plush i.-,
used in the costumes. The maids cany
Neil roses, the wedding table is orna
mented with yellow and that color is used
about the reception room, wherever prac
tical. At blue weddings the maids of
honor dress in pale blue moire and trans
parent cloth, and the favors from the
groom are turquoise. Bunches of blue
hydrangia are used for hand bouquets,
and blue asters for house decoration.
Chicago Times.
A Story from Pittsburg.
In the cork leg he has worn since the
war a Waynesburg dcctor discovered a
large colony of bedbugs this week. There
were at least 500 of them. They seemed
to breed in tho knee joint and in a hole
'on the side of the limb, nis wife, a very
neat woman, faintetl upon the discovery.
She had been mystified by the fact that
the beds in her splendid mansion were
infested with vermin. Houses which she
and her husband visited were similarly
infested by the leg being unscrewed and
left on the floor at night. The New
York firm to which the leg has been
sent for cleaning says that bedbugs liave
a partiality for cork logs. Chicago
News.
Mrs. Robert T. Lincoln keeps a scrap
book in which she preserves all the news
paper and magazine articles which appear
concerning her ixumortal father-in-law.
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"Vc have also added to our line of carpets ome new patterns,
riooi on Giotiis, rqtts qii itms.
In men's heavy and fine Loots and slioe?. also in Ladit!,, Jiii-ses ;;r,d
Childrens Footgear, we have a cwnpieto line to which we INVITE
your inspeetionr All departments i-ull and Complete.
5
mm
ti
cent, clanjifr than any liouse wtbt ot
uiuletxu'J. Call ami befoiivinced.
EMPORIUM
BEDROOM
SET I
CLASSLS OF
1T.ATTS.M O UTI 1, N KHU A S KA
.r. m. kohi i: is ;
a full and ci-niple'e Kock of jui.-e-
es, rainis, uns,
E. G. Dovey & Son.
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Pii tii i
111 IBS
Goods
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9 W. B
