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.if GLORY.
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. YEAR'S SERMON BY THE REV.
DR. TALMAGE. '
In ThU World We Get no Idea of thm
Extant and Glory of Heaven Eye Ilatk
Not Seen nor Ear Heard Anything IJk
' the Advancing Splendors.
Brooklyn, Jan. 1. At the Tab
ernacle this morning the Rev. T. De
Witt Talmage, D. D., announced tliat
next Satbath he will legin a course of
fcernions to the women of America, with
lractical hints for men, tho following
tfubject.s among others:
"Tho Women Who Have to Fight the
Rattle of Lifo Alone." "Marriage for
Worldly Success, without Reference to
lloral Ch: meter;" "Is Engagement as
Binding as Marriage?" "Women Who
Are Already Uncongenially Married,"
"Influences Abroad for the Destruction
of Women," "Wifely Ambition Right
find Wrong," "What Kind of Men Wo
men Should Avoid," Simplicity as Op
jMjscd to Affectation," "Reformation in
Dress," "Plain Women," "Tho Female
Skeptic" and "Christian Housewifery."
This morning Dr. Talmage's subject
was: "The Coming Glory;" his text,
I Corinthians, ii, 1); "Eye hath not seen,
nor ear heard, neither have entered into
the heart of man, the tilings which God
hath prepared for them that loves him."
lit said:
Jiigliteen eighty-eight! How strange
it looks, and how strange H sounds! Not
only is the past year dead, but the cen
tury is living. Only twelve more long
breaths and the old giant will have ex-
! tired. None of the past centuries will
mj present at the olejuies. Only the
Twentieth century will see the Nine
teenth buried. As all the years are
hastening past, and all our lives on earth
will soon be ended, I propose to cheer
myself, and cheer you with the glories to
come, which shall utterly eclipse all the
glories past; for my test tells lu that
(eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, any
jhinijkc the advancing splendors.
The cify of Corinth has ljeen called tho
Paris of antiquity. Indeed, for splendor,
the world holds no such wonder today.
It stood on an isthmus washed by two
reas, the one sea bringing the commerce
)f Kuroio, the other sea bringing the
commerce of Asia. From her wharves,
in the construction of which whole king
doms had lx-cn ft)sorbed, war galleys with
three banks of oars pushed out and con
founded the navy yards or ail t!e world.
J luge handed machinery, such as modem
invention cunnot equal, lifted ships from
ihe sea on one tsido and transported them
n trucks across the isthmus and sat
them down in the sea on the other side.
The revenue olhcers of the city went
down through the olive groves that lined
t he beach to collect a tarilf from all na
tions. The mirth of all people sported in
jier Isthmian games, and the lieauty of
nil lauds eat in her theatres, walked hei
jHU'ticos, and throw itself on the altar of
her stupendous dissipations. Column,
find statue, and temple bewildered the
tjcholdcr. There were white marble
fountains into which, from nurtures at
f he side, there rushed waters everywhere
known for health giving qualities.
Around these basins, twisted into
wreaths of stone, there were all tho
Jjeuuties of sculpture and architecture;
while standing, as if to guard the costly
display, was a statue of Hercules of bur
nished Corinthian brass. Vases of terra
cotta adorned the cemeteries of the
dead vases so costly that Julius Cajsar
was not satisfied until he had captured
them for Rome. Armed officials, the
iwintharii jKiced up and down to see that
jtio statue was defaced, no ixnlestal over
thrown, no bas-relief touched. From
the edge of the city a hill arose, with its
magnificent burden of columns, and
towers, and temples (1,000 slaves wait
ing at one shrine), and a citadel so
thoroughly impregnable that Gibraltar
Js a heap of sand compared with it.
Amid all that strength and magnificence
Corinth stood and defied the world.
Oh! it was not to rustics who had
never seen anything grand that Paul ut
tered this text. They had heard the
best iniuac that had come from the best
instruments in all the world; they had
Jioard songs floating from morning por
ticos and melting in evening groves; they
Jiad passed their whole lives among pict
ures, and frulpture, and architecture,
and Corinthian brass, which had been
molded and shaied until there was no
chariot wheel in which it had not sped,
i:id no lower in which it had not
glittered, and no gateway that it
Jiad not adorned. Ah, it was
H ioM thing for Paul to stand
there amid all that, and say: "All this
is nothing. These sounds that couje from
the temple of Neptune are not music
compared with the harmonies of which I
i?ieaU. These waters rushing into the
Uisln. of Pyrone are not pure. These
statues of Bacchus and Mercury are not
exquisite. Your citadel of Acrocorinthus
is not strong compared with that which I
offer to the poorest slave that puts down
his burden at that brazen gate, You
Corinthians think this is a splendid city;
von think vou have heard all sweet
pounds, and seen all beautiful sights; but
I tell vow ere
hat!
not seen nor ear
1. neither hrive entered into tho
heart of man, the things? wliieh God hath
prepared for them that lgve him."
You see my text sets forth tbo idea
that, however "exalted our ideas may be
cf heaven, they come far short of the re
olitv. Sonic wise men have been calcu
lating how many furlongs long and wide
is the New . Jerusalem ; and they hay
calculated how many inhabitants there
arc on tire earth; how" long the earth will
Trobablv stand; and then they come to
this cstiu?:Ue, that after all tho nations
have been guthorpd. to heaven there will
lj room for each soul a room sixteen
feet long and fifteen feet wide. It woujd.
pot l large enough for me, I am glaxl
to know that no human estimate is suffi
cient to take the dimensions.. ''Eye hath
not seen nor ear heard" nor arithnietica
C 1 1 C li 11 1. Oil
J first remark that we can In thla
world got no idea of the health of heaven.
When you were a cliild, and you went
out in the momipg, Low you bounded
along the road or street you had never
felt sorrow or sickness. Perhaps later
jou felt aglow n your cheek, and a
rutins fa yc r t'.
of spirits and o
made you thar": C
to live. Tt- r "...
and the mr ) :
emitted
i J trpstrings,
xrzi a coxotogy, ana
the rcctlfr" i. J were the rustling of
therct-Jt. crii crowd .rising up to
rnl ri' i LcrX You thought that you
knwwT.tit was to be well, but there
is no jpsrf ect health on earth. The diseases
of East generations came down to us. The
airs that float now upon the earth
are not like those whish floated above
.paradise. They are charged with im
purities and distempers. Hie more elastic
and robust health of earth, compared
with tliat which those exjerience before
whom tho crates have been opened, is
nothing but sickness and emaciation.
Look at that soul standing before the
throne. On earth she was a life long
invalid. See her step now, and hear her
voice now. Catch, if you can, one breath
of that celestial air. Health in all the
pulses health of vision; health of spirits;
immortal health. No racking cough, no
sharp pleurisies, no consuming fevers,
no exhausting ains, no hospitals of
wounded men. Health swinging in the
air; health flowing in all the streams;
health blooming on the banks. No head
aches, no sideaches. no backaches. That
child that died in the agonies of croup,
hear her voice now ringing in tho
anthem. Tliat old man tliat went bowed
down with the infirmities of age, see him
walk now with the stop of an immortal
athlete for ever young again. That
night when the needle woman fainted
away in the garret a wave of the heavenly
air resuscitated her forever. For ever
lasting years to have neither ache, nor
pain, nor weakness, nor fatigue. "Eye
hath nof seen it, ear hath not heard it."
I remark, further, that ye pan, in this
world, get no just idea of the splendors
of heaven. John tries to describe them.
He says: "The twelve gates are twelve
Tearls," and that "the foundations of the
walla are garnished with all manner of
precious stone. " A8 we stand looking
through the telescope of bt. John w see
a blaze of amethyst, and pearl, and em
erald, and sardonyx, and chrysoprasus,
and sapphire, a mountain of light, a cat
aract of color, a sea of glass and a city
like tho sun.
John bids us lock again, and we see
thrones; thrones of the prophets, thrones
of the patriarchs, thrones of the angels,
thrones of the apostles, thrones of the
martyrs, throne of Jesus throne of God.
And we turn round to see the glory, and
it ig thrones! thrones! thrones!
John bids us look agajn, and we see
the great procession of the redeemed
passing; Jesus, on a white horse, leads
the march, and all the armies of heaven
following on white horses. Infinite cav
alcade passing, passing; empires pressing
into line, ages following ages. Dispen
sation tramping on after dispensation.
Glory in the track of glory. Europe,
Asia, Africa, North and South America
pressing into Knes. Islands of the sea
shoulder to shoulder. Generations be
fore the flood following generations after
the flood, and as Jesus rj-ses a the head
of that great host and waves his sword
in signal of victory, all crowns are lifted,
and all ensigns slung out, and all chimes
rung, and all hallelujahs chanted,
and some cry, "Glory to God
most high;' and some, "Hosanna to' the
son of JL)avid;" and some, "Worthy is
the Lamb that was sjajn" till all excla
mations of endearment and homage in
the vocabulary of heaven are exhausted,
and there comes up surge after surge of
"Amen! amen! and amen!"
"Eye liath not seen it, ear hath not
heard it," Skim from the summer wa
ters the brightest sparkles and you will
get no idea of the sheen of the everlast
ing sea. Pile up the splendors of earthly
cities and they would not make a step
ping stone by which you might mount to
the city of God. Every house is a pal
ace. Every step a triumph. Every cov
ering of the head a coronation. Every
meal is a banquet. Every stroke from
the tower is a wedding belL Every day
is a jubilee, every hour a rapture and
every moment an ecstacy. "Eye hath
not seen it, ear hath not heard it."
I remark further, we can get no idea
on earth of the reunions of heaven. If
you have ever been across the seas, and
met a friend, or even an acquaintance,
in some strange city, you remember how
your blood thrilled, and how glad you
were to see mm. v nat wiu do our
joy, after we haye passed the seas of
death, to meet in the bright city of the
sun those from whom we have long been
separated. After we have been away
from our friends ten or fifteen years, and
we come upon them, we see how differ
ently they look. The hair has turned,
and wrinkles Jayp CQjne m their faces,
and we say : "How you liave changed 1"
But oh, when we stand before the throne,
all cares gone from the face, all marks
of sorrow disappeared, and feeling the
joy of that blessed land, methinks we
will say to each other, with an exulta
tion we cannot now imagine: "How you
have changed " In this world wo only
meet to part, it is goodby, goodby.
Farewells floating in the air. We hear it
at the rail car window and at the steam
boat wharf goodby. Children lisp it
and old age answers it. Sometimes we
say it in a light way "goodby;" and
sometimes with anguish in which the
soul breaks down, Goodby Ah that
is the word that ends the Thanksgiving
banquet ; that is the word that comes in
to close the Christmas cliant. Goodby.
goodby. But not so in heaven. Wel
comes in the air, welcomes at the gates,
welcomes at the house of many mansions
but no goodby. Tliat group is con
stantly being augmented. They are
going up from our circles of earth to
join it little voices to join the an
them little hands to take hold in
the great home circle little feet to dance
in the eternal glee little crowns to be
cast down before the feet of Jesiis, Qur
friends are in two groups a group this
side of the river .and a group on the other
side of the river. Now there goes one
from this to that, and another from this
to that, and soon we will all be gone over.
How many of your loved ones have
already entered upon that blessed place.
If I should take paper and pencil, do you
think I could put them all down? Ah,
my friends, the waves of Jordan roar so
hoarsely we cannot hear the joy on the
other side when that group is augmented.
It is graves here, ana coffins" and hearses
here. A little child's mother had died
and they comforted her. They said:
"Your mother has gone to heaven
don't cry;" and, the next day, they
went to tho graTeyard, and . they
laid tho body of the mother
down into the ground; and the little girl
came ttp to the verge or tho grave, and,
looking down at the body of her mother,
said: "Is this heaven?" Oh! wo have
no idea- what heaven is. It is tho grave
hero it is darkness here but thero is
merrymaking yonder. Methinks when
a soul arrives some angel takes it around
to show it the wonders of that blessed
place. The usher angel says to the newly
arrived: "These are the martyrs that
jH'iished at Piedmont: these were torn
to nieces at the Inquisition; this is tho
throne of tho great Jehovah ; this is Jesus,
"I am going to see Jesus," said a dying
boy; "I am going to see Jesus." Tho
missionary said. "You are sure you will
see him?" "Oh! yes; that's what I
want to go to heaven for." "But," said
the missionary, "supiose Jesus should go
awav from heaven what then.'' "I
should follow him," said the dying Imy,
"But if Jesus went down to hell what
then?" The dying lxv thought
for a moment and. then said
"Where Jesus is thero can tie no
hell!" Oh! to stand in his presence!
That will bo neaven! Onl to put our
hand in that hand which was wounded
for us on tho cross to go around amid
the groups of the redeemed, and shake
hands with the prophets, and apostles,
and martyrs, and with our own dear,
lieloved ones! That will bo tho great re
union: we cannot imagine it now. our
loved ones seem so far away. When
we uro in troublo and lonesome, they
don t seem to como to us. W e go ou tho
banks of the Jordan and call across to
them, but they don't seem to hear. We
say: "Is it well with the child? Is it well
with the loved ones? and we listen to
hear if any voice comes back over tho
waters. None! none! Unbelief says.
"They are dead, and they aro annihi
lated," but, blessed be God, we have a
Bible that tells us different. We open it
and we find they are neither dead nor
annihilated that they never were so
much alivo as now that they aro only
waiting for pv popiing, ant flurt we
shall join them on tho other side of tho
river. Oh, glorious reunion! We can
not grasp it now. "Eye hath not seen,
nor ear heard, neither havo entered into
tho heart of man the things which God
hath prepared for them that love him."
Oh, what ft placo of eplanautt it will
be!
I see, every day, profound mysteries
of Providence. There is no question we
ask oftener than Why? There" are hun
dreds of graves in Greenwood and Lau
rel Hill that need to bo explained. Hos
pitals for tl?P blind and lame, asylums for
tho idiotic and insane, almshouses for
the destitute, and a worjd of pain and
misfortune that demand more than hu
man solution. Ah! God will clear it all
up. In the light that jxnirs from the
throne, no dark mystery can live.
Things now utterly inscrutable will be
illumined us plainly as though the
answer were written on the " jasper
wall, or sounded in the temple anthem.
Bartimeus will thank God that he
was blind; and Lazarus that he was
covered with eores ; and Joseph tha.t ho
was cast into tho pit; and Daniel that he
denned with lions; and Paul that ho was
humpbacked; and David that he was
driven from Jerusalem; and that invalid
that for twenty years he could not lift
his head from the pillow ; and that widow
that she had such hard work to earn
bread for he children. The song will be
all the grander for earth's weeping eyes,
and aching heads, and exhausted hands,
and scourged backs, and martyred
agonies. But we can get no idea of that
anthem here. We appreciate the power
of secular music, but do we appreciate
the power of sacred song? There is noth
ing more inspiriting to me than a whole
congregation' lifted on the wave of
holy melody. When we sing somo
of those dear ld psalms and tunes
they rouse all tho memories of the
past. Why some of them were cradle
songs in our father's house. They are
all sparkling with the morning dew of a
thousand Christian Sabbaths. They were
sung by brothers and sisters gone now
by voices tliat were aged and broken in
the music- voices none tho less sweet
because they did tremble and break.
When I hear those old songs sung, it
seems as if all the old country meeting
homes joined in the chorus, and city
church, and sailors' bethel and western
cabins, until the whole continent lifts the
doxology and the scepters of eternity
beat time in the uiusio. Away then
with your starveling tunes that chill the
devotions of tho sanctuary, and make
the people sit silent when Jesus
is marching on to victory. When
generals come back from victorious wars,
don't we cheer them and shout, "Huzza,
huzza?'' and when Jesus passes along in
the conquest of the earth, shall wo not
have for him one loud, ringing cheer?
All hall the power of Jesus' name!
Let angels prostrate fall.
Bring forth tne royal diadem.
And crown him Lord of all.
But, my friends, if music on earth is
so sweet, what will it be in heaven!
They all know the tune there. A1J the
best singers of all the ages will join it
choirs of white robed children, choirs of
patriarchs, choirs of apostles. Morning
stars clapping their cymbals. Harpers
with their harps. Great anthems of
God, roll on! roll on! other empires
joining tho harmony till the thrones are
all full, and the nations all saved. An
them shall touch anthem, chorus join
chorus, and all the sweet sounds of earth
and heaven be poured into the ear of
Christ. David of the harp will be there.
Gabriel of the trumpet will be there.
Germany, redeemed, will pour its deep
bass voice into the song, and Africa will
add to the music with, her matchless
voices.
I wish we could anticipate that song.
l wish in our closing nymn today we
might catch an echo that slips, from the
gates. Who knows but that when the
heavenly door opens today to let some
soul through there may come forth the
strain of the jubilant voices until we
oatch it? Oh, tliat as the song drops
down from heaven, it might meet half
way a song coming up from earth.
They rise for the doxology, all the
multitude pf the blest ! jet us rise with
them; and so at this hour the joys of the
church on earth and the joys of the
church in heaven will mingle their chal
ices, and the dark apparel of our morn
ing will seem to whiten into the spotless
raiment of the skies. God grant that
through the rich mercy of our Lord Jesus
Chrtit wo may all get there.
AT CIIICKAMAUGA.
A BIT OF EXPERIENCE WHICH TWO
MEN WILL REMEMBER.
What Happened to a Federal Artillery,
mun Making Friend with u 'Wounded
Confederate Ilwbbed 1jr Choul A
Clotte Call In the Swamp.
Miles P. Cook, of Flint, Mich., went to tho
front during tho relmllion in the Twentieth
Ohio Buttery, antl had an experience at tho
buttle of Chiekamauga which h will ever
reineinlier. lie suys:
"On tbo first duy of tho fight our battery
was charged tiino ufter time, but wo repulsl
the Confederates each time until about lniil
afteruoon. A raw regiment was then brought
up to act as support for the lottery, und lit
tho very first charge they fled in wild disor
der. We were left stark alono ou open
ground, and though wo gave them double
charges of canister tho" Confederate liuoa
swept right up to our guns ami over us. I
was shot jn the arm and leg, and was left ly
ing on the ground with scores of others when
tho guns were drawn oft.
"As soon as I could look around mo I
found that tho man on my right, who was
wounded in tho hand, shoulder and thigh,
wus a Confederate. Ho was u member of tho
Riuth Alabama infantry one of the charg
ing regiments and his namo was A. R. Car
ter. Thero wero other Federal and Confed
erate wounded around us, and tho ground
was covered with dead men and horses.
dressed Carter's wounds and he dressed lain,
and with tho roar of battle around ua wo be
came the lest of friends. None of "tho
wounded were removed that night, and early
next day tho ghouls h?"Ri! to T r. - v
a numljer of Coiil'ederutua ruLtuUig tho uei
and wounded, and by and by a member of
Hood's Texan rangers approached us. I had
oa a puir of new boots of fancy make, and.
ashocanviup h? ordered mo to pull them
off. t replied that I was wounded and could
not do it. He remarked that he would havo
them off in a jiffy, and ho seized my foot
and drew tho boot off in a rough manner. Tho
other leg was tho wounded one, and as ho
grabbed my foot I cried out with tho pain. I
was then braced up egainst a bank pf earth
in a fitting ositlo:i, and tho wound had be
come very painful. Carter reproved tho
ranger for his want of feeling, and with an
oath he dropcd my foot and picked up u
musket with a bayonet attached.
A CLOSE CALl.,
believfi Jio meant to kill me, bub as bo
thrust at mo tho bayonet passed through my
right hip and entered tho earth, pinning mo
fast. The merciless Hanger then picked up my
foot, bruced one of his lect against my tKxly,
and pulled off the boot. Everything turned
dark to me, although I did not lose conscious
ness. He was going away with tho lwots
under his arm wheu Carter reached over and
possessed himself of a revolver from a caval
ryman's holster, and taking careful aim
across my legs, ho sent a bullet into the
Hanger's back and dropped him dead in his
tracks. I expected wo would both bo mur
dered for this, but tho fellow's own comrades
camo up and agreed that it served hint light.
They raised mo up, cleaned tho bayonet of a
dirt, and then pulled it out as carefully as
possible.
"Just below us was u bit of swamp, and
Carter, mj-solf and several others jnauaged
to. crawl down to it, Thej-o was u bed of
soft, wet muck into which wo burrowed
clear up to our chins, and we wero thero
another twenty-four hours before the Fed
erals came to take us off the field. The mud
b.ith was doubtless tho means of saving our
lives, as it kept the flies away, stopicd th.
loss of blood, and acted as a dressing. When
they camo to wash mc off in hospital tl'.t
flesh about iny wounds wan as whito as
chicken meat, and the soreness had nearly
all disapiKsared. Carter was taken to th.
same hospital, but I never saw him after
ward. But for him I should certainly have
been murdered by the ranger, and it was ho j
who revenged me. lie may yet be living,
and if so I would give more to receive w or.l
from him than I would to bo appointed u
member pf thu presidents cabinet, Detroit
Freo Press.
Not a Clove Wearing People.
Pleasant promenade days always exhibit
tho peculiarities of the glove wearing Ameri
can. He invariably covers his hands with
dogskins on a cold day; but when tho air is
warm enough he discards them altogether, or
carries them half the time in his cano hand,
There'll have to bo another genoiation or
fashion m tho IJnited tStatea before it be
comes a man's second nature to glove him
self before leaving home. The society writers
iuvariatil3'' make their heroes tcmo to tho
notch on tho glove question, and tho fashion
articles earnestly insist on its importance
But careless men, men with fine hand3 l1t'.
white, tapering fingers, men with big rings,
men in a hurry and men who like to wash
their hands often, won't wear gloves if they
can help it. Yet they recognize it as a sign
manual of the mode.
Roscoe Conkling is rarely seen on the street
without gloves, John W. Mackey and Bob In-
gersoll rarely with them. Tho late Algernon
S. Sullivan never left homo without covering
his hands as carefully as his head. The young
Vanderbilts ore often seen with light street
gloves carried in the left hand. William L.
Scott often wears light kids, a nobby Derby
and a slender cano as jauntily as if ho wero
under his thirties. Benjamin H. Bristow
doesn't wear gloves often. Postmaster Pear
son is fond of keeping his fingers well clothod,
Mme. do Barrios imports her ovyn gloves,
Now York Bun.
frozen to Dcatli.
In tho Sandy Creek Valley, Dak., a fam
ily lived ten miles from the nearest neighbor,
After one of the winter storms had ceased.
tho family not having been heard from in six
weeks, two Indians undertook to reach the
spot.
They found that tho cabm had been com
pletely covered in with snow. After consid
erable work they made an entrance. On tho
bed lay the wife, with a new-born babe at
her breast. By the bed stood tho husband,
half reclining against the post, as if in tho act
of waiting upon his wifo. In a trundle bed,
in the corner of the room, were two boys
and one girl, clinging closely together, as if
trying to keep warm.
The scene was lifelike and realistic, but on
touch they were all found to bo dead frozen
stiff, JTot one had survived to tell the story
of their sufferings.
The cattle stood around like statues outside,
and as tho snow was shoveled aside their
bodies were brought to view much as the
relics of Pompeii were rescued from their
beds of lava. This is but a sample of tho
terrible suffering endured in that region,
Youth's Companion,
A Titled Crowd.
IIo (at a Chicago restaurant) '. nere are a
number of prominent people present, A'lrs.
YTabash. There u an es-governor and an ex
judge and an ex-president of a railroad and
an cx-district attorney.
She Yes, and the gentleman talking to tho
cs-jadrja is an ex-husband of mine. New
I York Bun,
itiolis"Mcl
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