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CAPITAL CITY COURIER, SATURDAY, JUNE 25, 189. ' BOUND FOR RUSSIA. OR. TALMAQE 19 ON THE BROAD ATLANTIC. X Ulctatoa a Sermon on Ota Tet, "Far tli Tim of My Departure Ii m llmid" Slgiilllrnncti of the Won! "! purturr." UuooKl.VN, Juno 10. Hv. Dr. Tiilmnm it now on ttio Atlnntlc, having willed from Now York on tliu tfttli lunt. for Liverpool for a preaching tour In Knghind, Scotland, Irclnml nnd Sweden. Hcfore vlittnvf Sweden Dr. Tnlnmge will go to Ilusslti, there to witness the reee)tlon and iIIhjiohI tlon of the cargo of hrcndfttulTn on board The Christina Herald relief nteaumhlp Leo, which nailed Inst week for St, Petersburg Previous to Ids departure he dlctntetl to his stenographer the following farewell ermon, to bo read by the vast and widely cnttered audiences whom It Is his weekly privilege to nddress through the medium of the newspaper press. Hu took his text from II Timothy Iv, 0, "The time of my departure If at hand." Departure! That Is a word used only twice In nil the llllite. Hut It is a word often used in the courtroom, and means the desertion of one courso of pleading for another. It Is used In navigation to tie scrlbu the distance between two meridians passing through the extremities of a course. It is a "word I have recently heard applied to my departure from America to Europe for u preaching tour to last until September. In a smaller and less signifi cant sense than that Impliud in the text, I can say. "The time of my departure In at hand." Through the printing press 1 address this sermon to my readers all the world over, and when they read it 1 will bo in mid ocean, and unless something now happens in my marine experiences I will he In no condition to preach. Hut how unimpor tant the word departure when applied to exchange of continents as when applied to exchange of worlds as when Paul wrote. "Tho tlmo of my departure It at hand." Now departure implies a starting place and n place of destination. When Paul left this world, what was tho starting point? It was a scene of great physical distress. It was tho Tulllauum, tho lower dungeon of tho Mamertlno prison, Home, Italy. The top dungeon was bad enough, it having no means of ingress or egress, but through an opening In the top. Through that the,, prisoner wus lowered, ami through that came all the food and air nnil light received. It was a terrible place, that upper dungeon, but tho Till liniium was the lower dungeon, and that was still more wretched, the only light and the only air coming through tho roof, lid that roof the tloor of the, upper riuu gcon. That was Paul's last earthly resi dence. I was in that lower dungeon in Novem ber, 1880. It is made of volcanic stone. I measured it, and from wall to wall It was fifteen feet. Tho highest roof was seven feet from tho floor, and thu lowest roof live feet seven inches. Tho opening in the roof through which Paul was let down was three feet wide'. Tho dungeon has a seat of rock two unit a half feet high and n shelf of rock four feet high. It was there that Paul spent his last days on earth, and it is there that I see him now, in the fearful dungeon, shivering, blue with cold, wait ing for that old overcoat which ho had sent for up toTroas, and which they had not yet sent down, notwithstanding he had written for it. PAUL'S IMI'IIISOXMKKT. If some skillful surgeon should go Into that dungeon where Paul is incarcerated, we might Hud out what are the prospects of Paul's living through the rough Impris onment. In the llrst place he Is an old man, only two years short of seventy. At that very time when ho inost needs (he worm Hi, and tho sunlight,' and the fresh air, he is shut out from tho sun. What are thoso scars on his ankles? Why, those were gotten when he was fast, his feet in the stocks. Kvery time ho turned, the Mesh on his ankles started. What are thoso scars on his back? You know ho was whipped five times, each time getting thirty-nine strokes ona hundred and ninety-live bruises on the back (count them!) mado by the Jews with rods of elm wood, each one of the one hundred and ninety-five strokes bringing the blood. Look at Paul's face and look at his arms. Where did ho get those bruises? I think it was when he was struggling ashore amid the shivered timbers of the shipwreck. I wee a gash In Paul's side. Where did he get that? I think he got that iu the tussle with highwaymen, for he had lccu in peril of robbers, and he had money of his own. He was a me chanic as well as an apostle, and I think the tents he made were as good as his ser mons. There is a wanness nbout Paul's looks. What makes that? I think a part of that came from tho fact that ho was for twenty four hours on a plank in tho Mediterranean sea, suffering terribly, before ho was res cued, for he says positively, "I was a night and n day in tho deep." Oh, worn out, emaciated old maul surely you must Ih melancholy; no constitution could enduie this and be cheerful. Hut I press my way through tho prison until I come up close to whero ho is, and by the faint light that streams through tho opening I see on his face a supernatural joy, and I bow before him, and I say. 'Aged man, how can you keep cheerful amid all this gloom?" His voice startles the darkness of the ploco as ho cries out. "I am now ready to bo offered, and the time of my departure is at hand." Hurkl What is that shullllng of feet iu the upper dungeon? Why, Paul has an invitation to a banquet, and he is going to dine today with the king. Those shullllng feet are the feet of tho executioners. They come and they cry down through the hole of the dungeon: "Hurry up, old man. Come, now, get yourself ready." Why, Paul was ready, lie hail nothing to pack up. Ho had no baggage to take. He had been ready a good while. I see him rising up, and straightening out his stiffened limbs, and pushing back his white hair from his cr-jvlccd forehead, and see him looking up through the hole iu the roof of the dungeon into the face of his execution ers, and hear him say, "I am now ready to be ollereil, and thu time of my departure U at hand." Then they lift him out of thu dungeon, and they start with him to the place of ex ecution. They say: "Hurry along, old man, or you will feel the weight of our spear. Hurry along." "How far is it," says Paul, "we have to travel?" "Three miles." Three miles is a good way for an old man to travel alter he has been whip ped and ciippled with maltreatment. Hut they soon get to the place of execution Acipiu1 Salvia and liu Is fastened to the pillar of maityidom. It does not take any strength to tie him fast. He makes no le tiMuiuu. O Patill why not now strike for jour life? You have a great many friends here. Willi that withered hand Jusj, launch the thunderbolt of the people upon those In famous soldiers. No! Paul was not going to Interfere with his own coronation. He was too tthul to go. I see him looking up In the fi:e of his executioner, and, as the grim olllclal draws the sword, Paul calmly says, "I am now rvudy to ho oilcicd, am! the tlm of tny detiarturelsathand." lint I put tny hand over my eyes, I want not to see that last struggle. One sharp, keen stroke, ntid Paul does go to the bantUet. and Paul diH-s dine w ith the king. What a transition It was! From the malaria of Home to the finest climate In all tho universe the zone of eternal lieanty nnd health. Ills ashes were put In the catacombs of Home, but In one moment thk air of heaven bathed from his soul the last ache. From shipwreck, from dungeon, from the biting pain of tho elmwood risls, .from the sharp sword of the headsman, ho goes Into the most brilliant assemblage of heaven, a king among kings, multitudes of the sainthood rushing out and stretch Ing forth hands of welcome, for I do really think that as on the right hand of (iod ft Christ, so on tho right hand of Christ I Paul, the second great In heaen. UK CIIANUKII KINGS. He changed kings likewise. He fore thu hour of death, and up to the last moment he was under Nero, tho thick necked, iIm cruel eyed, the filthy lipped, thu sculptured features of that man bringing down to us to this very day the horrible possibilities of his nature seated as lie was amid pictured marbles of Kgypt, under a roof adorned with mother-of-pearl, In a dining room which, by machinery, was kept whirling day and night with most bewitch ing magnificence, his horses standing in stalls of solid gold, and t he grounds around his palace lighted at night by its victims, who had been hciluuht-d with tar and pitch and then set on lire to Illumine the dark ness. That was Paul's king. Hut the next moment ho goes Into tho realm of him whose reign Is love, and whoso courts are paved with love, and whose throne is set on pillars of love, and whose scepter In adorped with jewels of love, and whoso palace Is lighted with love, and whose life time Is an eternity of love. When Paul was leaving so much on this side the pillar of martyrdom to gain so much on the other side, do you wonder at tho cheerful vale dictory of the text, "The time of my de parture is at hand?" Now, why cannot all the old people have tho same holy glee as that aged man had? Charles I, when he was combing his head, found a gray hair, and he sent It to the queen as a great Joke, but old age Is really no joke at nil. For tho last forty years you have been dreading that which ought to have boon an exhilaration. You say you most fear thu struggle at tho moment tho soul and body part. Hut millions have endured that moment, and may not we as well? They got through with It and so can we. Hesldes this, all medical men agree in saying that there Is probably no struggle at the last moment not so much pain as the prick of a pin, the seeming signs of distress being altogether involuntary. Hut you say, "It Is the uncertainty of the fu ture." Now, chllil of God, do not play the iufldel. After Cod lias filled tho Ulble till It can hold no more with stories of the good things ahead, better not talk alsjut uncertainties. Hut you say, "I cannot bear to think of parting from friends hero." If you are old, you have more friends in heaven than here. Just take tho census. Take some largo sheet of paper and begin to record the names of those who have emigrated to tho other shore; the companions of your school days, your early business associates, the friends of midlife nnd those who morn recently w-nt nwuy. Can It bo that they have been gone so long you do not care anymore about them, nnd you do not want their society? Oh, no. There have la-en days when you have felt that you could not endure another moment away from their blussvd companionship, Thoyharc gone. You say you would not like to bring them back to this world of trouble, even if you had thu power. It would not do to trust you. God would not give you resur rection power. Heforo tomorrow morning you would U rattling at tliegates of the cemetery, crying to tho departed: "Come hack to the cradle where you slept! Come back to the hall where you used to play! Come back to the table where you used to sit!" And thore would be a great burglary in heaven. No, no. God will not trust you with resurrec tion power, but he compromises tho mat ter and says, "You cannot bring them whero you are, but you can go whore they are." They are more lovely now than ever. Were they beautiful here, they are more beautiful there. A I'l.ACK OF ItKJL'VKSATION. Hesldes that, It is more healthy thorn for you than here, aged man; bettor climate hero than these hot summers ami cold winters and late springs; better hearing, better eyesight; more tonic iu the air; moreH'rfuine In the bloom; more sweet nesi In tho song. Do you not feel, aged man, sometimes as though you would like to get your arm and foot free? Do you not feel as though you would like to throw away spectacles and canes and crutches? Would you not like to feel the spring and elastic ity and mirth of an eternal boyhood When the point at which you start from this world is old age, and tho point to which you go is eternal juvcncscence.ngod man, clap your hands at the anticipation, and say, In perfect rapture of soul, "The time of my departure is at hand." I remark ngaiu, all those ought to feel tills joy of the text who have a holy curios ity to know what is beyond this'earthly terminus. And who has not any curio-it) about it v Paul, I suppose, had the mos't satisfactory view of heaven, and ho says, "It doth not yet appear what we shall bo.'" It Is like looking through a broken tele scope. "Now we see through a glass dark ly." Can you tell me anything about that heavenly place? You ask me a thousand questions about it that I cannot answer. I ask you a thousand questions about it that you cannot answer. And do you won der that Paul was so glad when martyr dom gave him a chance to go over and mako discoveries Iu that blessed country? I hope some day, by the grace of fiod, to go over nnil see for myself, hut not now. No well man, no prosper! d man, I think, wants lo go now. Hut thu time will come, I think, when 1 shall go over. I want to see what they do there, and I want to see how they do it. 1 do not want to be look lug through the gates ajar 'oiver. 1 want them to swing wide open. There ate ten thousand things 1 want explained about you, about m) self, about the government of this world, about (iod, about ever) tiling. We start iu a plain path of what we know, and in a minute come up against a high wall of w hat we do not know, I won der how it looks over them. Somebody tells mo It is like a paved city paved with gold; and another man tells me it is like a fountain, and It Is like a tree, and it Is like a triumphal procession; and the next man I meet tells melt Isiill figurative. I it-ally want to know, after the body Is resurrect ed, what they wear and what they rat, and j I have nu Immeasurable curiosity to know i what It Is, iiml how It Is, and where it Is. Columbus risked his life to find this con tinent, and shall we shudder to go out on a voyage of iliMovcry which shall recal a vaster and more lit 1 1 limit country? John Franklin risked his life to find a passage between IcelH-rgs, and shall we dread to find u passage to eternal slimmer? Men In Switzerland travel up the heights of the Matterhorn with alpenstock and guides and rockets and rocs and, getting half way up, stumble and fall down in a horri ble massacre. They just wanted to say they had Is'en on tho tops of those high peaks. And shall wo fear to go out for the ascent of the eternal hills which start a thousand miles Ih)oiiiI wheie stop the highest peaks of the Alps, when In that ascent there Is no peril? A man doomed to die stepped on the scaftold and said iu Joy, "Now, In ten minutes I will know thu great secret." One minute after the vital function ceased tho little child that died last night knew more than Jonathan I'M wards, or St. Paul himself, befoie he died. Friends, the exit from this world, or death, if you please to call It, to the Christian is glorious expla nation. It isdrmotistratlou. It Is Illumina tion. It Is sunburst. It Is the opening of nil tho windows. It Is shutting up the catechism of doubt and the unrolling of all the scrolls of positive and accurate In formation. Instead of standing at the foot of the ladder and looking up, It Is standing at thu top of the ladder and look ing down. It Is the last mystery taken out of botany and geology and astronomy and theology. Oh, will It not he grand to have all ques tions answered? The perpetually recur ring Interrogation point changed for thu mark of exclamation. All riddles solved. Who will fear to go out on that discovert when nil tlie questions are to Imi decided which we have been discussing all our lives? Who shall not clap his hands In the anticipation of that blessed country, If It Iki no better than through holy curiosity crying, "The time of my departure Is at hand?" I remark again wo ought to have the Joy of the text, because, leaving this world, we move Into the best society of tho universe, You see a great crowd of people In some street, and you say: "Who Is passing there What general, what prince Is going up there?" Well, I see a great throng In heaven. I say: "Who Is tho focus of all that admiration? Who Is tho center of that glittering company?" It Is Jestu, tho champion of all worlds, thu favorite of all ages. Do you know what Is the first question tho soul will ask when It comes through the gate of heaven? I think the llrstques tlon will bo, "Whero Is Jesus, thu Saviour that pardoned my sin; that carried my sor rows; that fought my battles; that won my victories?" O radiant one! how 1 would like to see thee! thou of t lie manger, but without it.4 humiliations; thou of the cross, but without Its pangs; thou of the grave, but without its darkness. TALK WITH .IKSU8. The Illble intimates that we will talk with Jesus In heaven Just as a brother talks with a brother. Now what will you ask him first? I do not know. I can think what I would ask Paul first If I saw him in heaven. I think I would like to hear him describe thu storm that came upon the ship when there were two hundred and seventy-five souls on the vessel, Paul Is lng the only man on hoard cool enough to describe the storm. There is a fascination nbout u ship and thu sea that I never shall get over, and I think I would like to hear him talk about that llrst. Hut when I meet my Lord Jesus Christ, of what shall I first delight to hear him speak? Now I think what It Is. I shall first want to hear the tragedy of his last hours, and then Luke's account of the crucifixion, and Mark's account of the crucifixion, and John's account of the. crucifixion will he nothing, while from the living lips of Christ the story shall lie told of tho gloom that fell, and the devils that arose, and the fact that Upon his endur ance depended the rescue of a race, and there was darkness in the sky, and there was darkness In the soul, and tho pain became more sharp, and tho burdens became more heavy, until the mob began to swim away from the dying vision of Christ, ami the cursing of the mob came to his ears more faintly, and his hands were fastened to the horizontal plecu of the cross, and his feet were fastened to the perH-nillcular piece of the cross, and his head fell forward In a swoon as he uttered the last moan and cried, "It Is finished!" All heaven will stop to listen until the story Is done, and every harp will be put down, nnd every lip closed, and all eyes fixed upon the divine narrator until the story Is done; and then, at the tap of the baton, the eternal orchestra will rouse up; finger on string of harp, and lips to the mouth of trumpet, there shall roll forth the oratorio of the .Messiah, "Worthy Is tho Lamb that was slain to receive bless ing and riches and honor and glory and power, world without end!" What ho endured, oh, w ho cun tell, To save our souls from death and hell! When thero was between Paul and that magnificent Personage only thothlnmss of tho sharp edge of the sword of the execu tioner, do you wonder that he wanted to go? O my Lord Jesus, let one wave of that glory roll over us! Hark! I hear the wisldiiig bolls of heaven ringing now. The marriage of the Lamb has come, and t he bride hath maile herself ready. Ami now for a little while goodby! I have no mor bid feelings about tho future. Hut If any thing should happen that wo never meet again in this world, let us meet where thero are no partings. Our friendship have been delightful on earth, hut they will b- more delightful in heaven. And now I commend you to God and the word of his grace, which Is able to build u-up and give us an Inheritance among all them that aro sanctified. Where She Miw KuIiiImmts. A teacher In one of the schools was ex plaining the phenomenon of thu rainbow ton class when a member of It, a girl f sixteen, asked if it was necessary always to Iiiuuii laxly of water near to produce a rainbow. "I saw one on tho Huil-on once, and I have seen them over the little bay where wo go summers, but I never saw ouu In New Yoik,"shu exclaimed naively. "Poor child," said tho teacher, recount ing the Incident. "I told her tho glorlos of the heavens and tho beauties of tho firma ment did leally hang over tills wilder ne of brick and moitar, though we got scant view of ihem."-Hi-r Point of View In New York Times. lls'iys UriiMiieil In the Flood. Itissatil that there scarcely a llvlnir fish In an of the creeki and livers iu this and adjoining counties in consequence of the late rain, which worked down so much I sediment from the black Imni that the I water became so thick the fish could nut ' breathe Tiiousauds are found on the banks and sun filiating down the streams. Cor. Galveston News. ' TOMMY ON MU8IC. lie Urltr. An t'.oiiy That Is WorlU Printing. "Now, Tommy," said tho now teacher, "you must leai n to speak well and wtilii well, and todo this you must have prac tice, sojoii can wrlteoue essay a week. Is thero any subject you would prefer?" "No'm," answered Tommy, hoping to escape the formidable task. "Then," said the teacher,"! will give you one You may write your first ossay on inuslc " Poor Tommy was discouraged. Thu Idea of a boy like him writing an essay on musto! All light, hu wasn't going to be bluffed, and ho told the teacher he would dolt. Tho netTuo!i!ay oflornoon tho teacher was handed the following: hSSAV ON MUSIC. All noises aro of two kinds mtislkel and otherwise, generally otherwise. When uiiisii! begun uolssly Is sure. Meb bo when Adam waked up on creation inoriilu ami went out to kill a Spring Chicken for Kvc's breakfast, hu heard tin first Cow singing cont raltoo, which made our fourfalher feel very bad. It made him worst to go In tho house and hear l-jvu singing "Sweet Violets" to little Cain, who was afterw-anls a murderer, and no wonder. Several hundred years after that "Only a Pans) Hlnssom" was composed, and then began the Dark Ages. Now music rules the world, (I found that In a book.) No other art or si-Icihm ever had so many followers not even Poker. And that is why wo have (511 more's Ockestrn and Thomases Hand and the High School Ockestrn, A tnoug thu great est muslshlons the world over seen Is Moark and Hccthovcn. Sap pho gave piano, violin and harmony Irs sous iu ancient Grease, mid became sit famous that she had u ferryboat named after her. Mo.ark is host known by a picture called "Last Hours of Moxiirk." Sappho, Mo.ark and Ileethoveii arodead. hut Joe Fl I tin still lives, because lie wrotii "Down Went McGlnty." I will close my esay with some sweet music of my own: Of all sweet words that tongue can speak. The sweetest are thvae, 'no school liuit week,' Tommy. Detroit Free Press. Her Hraaiin. F.ven an artistic judgment depends on "the point of view." A Indy who saw t ha, her servant girl seemed to take a certain Interest In the objects of art In her parlor said to her: "Which one of these figures do you llkii best, Mary?" "This one, mum," said Mary, pointing to the nrmless Venus of Mllo. "And why do you like tho Venus best?" "Sure. It's thoalsiest to doost, mum," answered the girl. Youth's Companion. I'liker Term. j- rJmf "A IIUHTKD FLUSH;" -Life. Iteuisurtil. Lady (whose young niece Is about to gn for a sail with some members of a row lie; club) I should like to go with you, only I mu so afraid of drowning Aro the gentle men good swimmers? Gentlemen (In chorus) Oh, no: wo can't swim nt all! Ijuly Then I think I'll go with you, to' In that case you aro suro to be careful. Plauderecke. Nothing- Thrown In. Landlord of Watering Place Hotel Doc Mnneywug like that south room? Clerk Yes, sir, he's delighted with It. Says he takes a sun bath In the bay win dow every day. Landlord He does, hey? We'll look In to that; our charges are extra for baths Chicago Tribune. A I'Ii-h In Kxtenimtlon. Judge (to prisoner) You admit bavin;; perpetrated the burglary at the govern ment tax office. Have you anything mont to say? Prisoner I plead extenuating circum stances, as 1 used the money for paying my arrears of taxes. Seifenhlason. KUIiIuk. A youth be-Me thu water sits, Tho noonday sun Is warmly beaming: HU nose and neck are turkey red, Ills eye iviMi radiant hope l (.'learning. Ho watches ilosu tho Isililiing cork Advancii iim the tiny billows; A Jerk, a i-li. and high almve Helmuts a sin ker In the willows. That's llshliis. A fair maid trips thu lentils court, A iloi-u c)i admire her going; Her hlai k ami ellov IjIhit burns A hole right throtlk'h the sunset's glowing. She drlw-s the hall acrns the net. And into In aria consumed with wishing ho ill Ives a dart from Cupid's Ism; She'll hind a sucker too. She's tUhlng. That's llshlug. The politician on his rounds Tackle-, hath worklnguian and grancvr: He tries to make them think that III) Alone tan save the land from danger. He chunks the baby nu thu chin. Hu i-.i otir wife looks renllj titit lif ill, Aud.tliouuh miii kinm jou're lift). live, You look Just tui-uty-lf he's tiuthfuL That's Ashing. M little wife beside lilt- ttauds Ami steals a dimpled arm around me; A kits iism no lips -that's halt Nuiie information to aitoiuid mu. Her bonnet i unite out of st)U-, Iter summer n nip ipilte iut the uslug; That Imelj one soctieap utllronn'a Is just thu one she would bo choosing. That's rtslilug. bo, whether the game be tlh or men, The halt be kisses, worms or blushes Thu place it t home, by sunn) ol,a Or tennis ground al eM'iiln.-'s hushes TU tlionlil a:no the serpent pla)ed W'Jtli Mother V.i In lMi n' Ismcr. And A-lum's "in mid dauu'hteisall Will I ne the sim.i t to Hum's l.ul hours, That's itshini;. John W Matthews In Auicrii.au AugUr. fv .sar. "" "s-- vC GUT THIS OUT Have just unloaded a carload of Leonard -:- Prices lower than ever. Come and see us. 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