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if t t r v i c f P p . o t G P I O o i g f p I ! a ;1 X G ( se: St; va TALMAGE'S SERMON. STORY OF THE HEROIC RESCUE OF ISAAC. Golden TU: Behold th Fire and the Wood. Sat Where la the Lamb T Gen 22-7 Abraham's Supreme Trial Delivered Oct. 13, 1895. ERE are Abraham and Isaac: the one a kind, old, gra cious, affectionate father; the other a brave. obedient, religious son; From his bronzed appearance you can tell that this son has been much j in the fields, and from his Ehaggy dress you know that he has been watching the herds. The mountain air has painted his cheek rubicund. He Is twenty, or twenty five, or, as some suppose, thirty-three yeaxs of age; nevertheless a boy, con sidering the length of life to which people lived in those times, and the fact that a son never is anything but a boy to a father. I remember that my father used to come into the house when the children were home on some festival occasion, and say i "Where are the boys?" although "the boys" were twenty-five, and thirty, and thirty-five years of age: So this Isaac is only a boy to Abraham, and his father's heart is in him. It is Isaac here and j Isaac there. If therw is any festivity around the father's tent, Isaac must I enjoy it. It is Isaac's walk, and Isaac's apparel, and Isaac's manners, and Isaac's prospects, and Isaac's prosper ity. The father's heart-strings are all wrapped around that boy, and wrapped gain, until nine-tenths of the old man's life is in Isaac. I can Just imagine how lovingly and proudly he looked at his only son. Well, the dear old man had borne a great deal of trouble, and it had left Its mark upon him. In hieroglyphics of wrinkle the story was written from forehead to chin. But now his trouble seems all gone, and we are glad that he is very soon to rest forever. If the old man shall get decrepit, Isaac is strong enough to wait on him. If the father get dim of eyesight, Isaac will lead him by the hand. If the father become des titute, Isaac will earn him bread. How , glad we are that the ship that has been In such & stormy sea is coming at last Into the harbor. Are you not rejoiced that glorious old Abranam is through with his troubles? No! no! A thun derbolt! From that clear eastern sky there drops Into tha lather's tent a roice with an announcement enough to turn black hair white, and to stun the patriarch into instant annihilation. God said: "Abraham!" The old man answered: "Here I am." God said to him: "Take thy son, thy only son Isaac, whom thou lovest, and get thee into the land of Moriah, and offer him there as a burnt-offering." In other words, .slay him; cut his body into fragments; put the fragments on the wood; set fire to the wood, and let Isaac's body be consumed to ashes. "Cannibalism! Murder!" says some one. "Not so," said Abraham. I hear him soliloquize: "Here is the boy on whom I have depended! Oh, how I loved him! He was given In answer to prayer, and now must I surrender him? 0 Isaac, my son! Isaac, how shall I part with you? But then it is always safer to do as God asks me to; I have been in dark places before, and God got me out. I will implicitly do as God has told me, although it is very dark. I can't see my way, but I know God makes no mistakes, and to him 1 commit myself and my darling son." Early in the morning there Is a stir "around Abraham's tent. A beast of burden is fed and saddled. Abraham makes no disclosure of the awful se cret. At the break of day he says: "Come, come, Isaac, get up! We are going off on a two or three days' jour ney." I hear the axe hewing and split ting amid the wood until the sticks are made the right length and the right thickness, and then they are fastened on the beast of burden. They pass on there are four of em Abraham, the father; Isaac, the son; and two servants. Going along the road, I see Isaac looking up Into his father's face, and saying: "Father, what is the mat ter? Are you not well! Has anything happened? Are you tired? Lean on my arm." Then, turning around to the servants, the son says: "Ah! fa ther Is getting old, ana he has had trouble enough in other days to kill hia." The third morning has come, and it Is the day of the tragedy. The two servants are left with the beast of bur den, while Abraham and his son Isaac, as was the custom of good people in those times, went up on the hill to sac rifice to the Lord. The wood is taken off the beast's back, and put on Isaac's back. Abraham has in one hand a pan of coals or a lamp, and in the other a sharp, keen knife. Here are all the appliances for sacrifice, you say. No, there is one thing wanting; there is no victim no pigeon, or heifer, or lamb. Isaac, not knowing that he 13 to be the victim, looks up Into his fa ther's face, and asks a question which must have cut the old man to the bone "My father!" The father said: "My son, Isaac, here I am." The son said: "Behold the fire and the wood, but where is the lamb?" The father's lip quivered, and his heart fainted, and his knees knocked together, and his entire body, mind and soul shivered in Elck ening anguish E3 he struggles to gain equipoise; for he does not want to break down. And then he looks into his son's face, with a thousand rushing tendernesses, and says: "My son, God will provide himself a lamb." The twain are now tt the foot of the hill, the place which is to be famous for a most transcendent occurrence. They gather some stones out of the field, and build an altar of three or four feet high. Then they take this wood off Isaac's back and sprinkle it over the stones, so as to help and in vite the flame. The altar is done it la all done. Isaac has helped to build it. With his father h has discussed whether the top of the table is even, and whether the wood Is properly pre pared. Then there Is a pause. The son looks around to' see if there Is not some living animal that can be caught and butchered for the offering. Abra ham tries to choke down his fatherly feelings and suppress his grief, in or der that he may break to his son the terrific news that he is to be the victim. Ah! Isaac never looked more beauti ful than on that day to his father. As the old man ran his emaciated fingers through his son's hair, he said to him self: "How shall I give him up? What will his mother say when I come back without my boy? I thought he would have been the comfort of my de clining days. I thought he would have been the hope of ages to come. Beau tiful and loving, and yet to die under my own hand. Oh, God! is there not some other sacrifice that will do? Take my life, and spare his! Pour out my blood, and save Isaac for his mother and the world!" But this was an in ward struggle. The father controls his feelings, and looks into his son's face, and says: "Isaac, must I tell you all?" His son said: "Yes, father. I thought you had something on your mind; tell it." The father said: "My son, Isaac, thou art the lamb!" -Oh," you say, "why didn't that young man, if he was twenty or thirty years of age, smite into the dust his infirm father? He could have done it." Ah! Isaac knew by this time that the scene was typical of a Messiah who was to come, and so he made no struggle. .They fell on each other's necks, and wailed out the parting. Awful and matchless scene of the wilderness. The rocks echo back the breaking of their heart3. The cry: "My son! my son!" The an swer: "My father! my father!" Do not compare this, as some people have, to Agamemnon, willing to offer up his daughter, Iphigenia, to please the gods. There is nothing comparable to this wonderful obedience to the true God. You know that victims for sac rifice were always bound, so that they might not struggle away. Rawllngs, the martyr, when he was dying for Christ's sake, said to the blacksmith who held the manacles: "Fasten those chains tight now, for my flesh may struggle mightily." So Isaac's arms are fastened, his feet are tied. The old man, rallying all his strength, lifts him on to a pile of wood. Fastening a thong on one side of the altar, he makes it span the body of Isaac, and fastens the thong at the other side the altar, and another thong, and another thong. There is the lamp flickering in the wind, ready to be put under the brush-wood of the altar. There is the knife, sharp and keen. Abraham, struggling with his mortal feelings on the .one side, and the commands of God on the other takes that knife, rubs the flat of it on the palm of his hand, cries to God for help, comes up to the side of the altar, puts a parting kiss on the brow of his boy, takes a message from him for mother and home, and then, lifting the glittering weapon for the plunge of the death-stroke his muscles knitting for the work the hand begins to descend. It falls! Not on the heart of Isaac, but on the arm of God, who arrests the stroke, making the wilderness quake with the cry: "Abraham! Abraham! lay not thy hand upon the lad, nor do him any harm!" What is this sound back In the woods! It is a crackling as of tree branches, a bleating and a struggle. Go, Abraham, and see what It is. Oh, it was a ram that, going through the woods, has its crooked horns fastened and entangled in the brushwood, and could not get loose; and Abraham seizes it gladly, and quickly unloosens Isaac from the altar, puts the ram on in his place, sets the lamp under the brushwood of the altar, and as the dense smoke of the sacrifice begins to rise, the blood rolls down the sides of the altar,' and drops hissing into the fire, and I hear the words: "Behold the Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world." Well, what are you going to get out of this? There is an aged minister of the Gospel. He says. "I should get cut of it that when God tells you to do a thing, whether it seems reasonable to you or not, go ahead and do it. Here Abraham couldn't have been mistaken. God didn't speak so Indistinctly that it was not certain whether he called Sarah, or Abimelech, or somebody else; but with divine articulation, divine In tonation, divine emphasis, he said: 'Abraham! Abraham rushed blindly ahead to do his duty, knowing that things would come out right. Like wise do so yourselves. There Is a mystery of your life. There is some burden you have to carry. You don't know why God has put it on you. There is some persecution, some trial, and you don't know why God allows it. There Is a work for you to do, and you have not enough grace, you think, to do it. Do as Abraham did. Advance, and do your whole duty. Be willing to give up Isaac, and perhaps you will not have to give up anything. "Jehovah Jireh the Lord will provide." A cap ital lesson this old minister gives us. Out yonder, in this house, is an aged woman; the light of heaven in her face; she is half-way through the door; she has her hand on the pearl of the gate Mother, what would you get out of this subject? "Oh," she says, "I would learn that it Is In th9 last pinch that God comes to the relief. You see the altar was ready, and Isaac was fastened on it, and the knife was lifted; and Just at the last moment God broke In and stopped proceedings. So it has been In my life of seventy years. Why, sir, there was a time when the flour was all out of the house; and I set the table at noon and had nothing to put on it; but five minutes of one o'clock a loaf of bread came. The Lord will provide. My son was very sick, and I aid: 'Dear Lord, you don't mean to takl Mm away from me, do you? Please, L.fd, don't take him away. Why, there ate neigh bors who have three and four sons; this Is my only son; this Is my Isaac. Lord, you won't take him away from me, will you?' But I saw he was get ting worse and worse all the time, and I turned round and prayed, until after awhile I felt submissive, and I could say: 'Thy will, O Lord, be done!' The doctors gave him up. And, as was the custom In those times, we had made the grave-clothes, and we were whispering about the last exercises when I looked, and I saw some perspiration on his brow, showing that the fever had broken, and he spoke to us so naturally, that I knew that he was going to get well. He did get well, and my son Isaac, whom I thought was going to be slain and consumed of disease, was loos ened from that altar. And bless your souls, that's been so for seventy years; and if my voice were not so weak, and If I could see better, I could preach to you younger people a sermon; for though I can't see much, I can see this: whenever you get Into a tough place, and your heart Is breaking, If you will look a little farther into the woods, you will see, caught in the branches, a substitute and a deliverance. 'My son, God will provide himself a lamb.' " Thank you, mother, for that short sermon. I could preach back to you for a minute or two and say, never do you fear. I wish I had half as good hope of heaven as you have. Do not fear, mother; whatever happens, no harm will ever happen to you. I was going up a long flight of stairs; and I saw an aged woman, very decrepit, and with a cane, creeping on up. She made but very little progress, and I felt very exuberant; and I said to her: "Why, mother, that is no way to go up-stairs;" and I threw my arms around her and I carried her up and put her down on the landing at the top of the stairs. She said: "Thank you, thantf you; I am very thankful." O mother, when you get through this life's work and you want to go up-stairs and rest in the good place that God has provided for you, you will not have to climb up you will not have to crawl up painfully. The two arms that were stretched on the cross will be flung around you, and you will be hoisted with a glorious lift beyond all weariness and all struggle. May the God of Abraham and Isaac be with you until you see the Lamb on the hill-tops. Now, that aged minister has made a suggestion, and this aged woman has made a suggestion; I will make a sug gestion: Isaac going up the hill makes me think of the great sacrifice. Isaac, the only son of Abraham. Jesus, the only Son of God. On those two "onlys" I build a tearful emphasis. O Isaac! O Jesus! But this last sacrifice was a most tremendous one. When the knife was lifted over Calvary, there was no voice that cried "Stop!" and no hand arrested It. Sharp, keen, aud tremen dous, it cut down through nerve and artery until the blood sprayed the faces of the executioners, and the mid-day sun dropped a veil of cloud over its face because it could not endure the spectacle. O Isaac, of Mount Moriah! 0 Jesus, of Mount Calvary! Better could God have thrown away Into an nihilation a thousand worlds than to have sacrificed his only Son. It was not one of ten sons it was his only Son. If he had not given up him, you and I 'would have perished. "God so loved the world that he gave his only .". I stop there, not because I have forgotten the quotation, but because 1 want to think. "God so loved the world that he gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth In him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Great God! break my heart at the thought of that sacrifice. Isaac the only, typical of Jesus the Only. You see Isaac going up the hill and carrying the wood. O Abraham, why not take the load off the boy? If he la going to die so soon, why not make his last hours easy? Abraham knew that In carrying that wood up Mount Moriah, Isaac was to be a symbol of Christ carrying his own cross up Calvary. I do not know how heavy that cross was whether it was made of oak, or acacia, or Lebanon cedar. I suppose it may have weighed one, or two, or three hun dred pounds. That was the lightest part of the burden. All the sins and sorrows of the world were wound around that cross. The heft of one, the heft of two worlds: earth and hell were on his shoulders. O Isaac, carry ing the wood of sacrifice up Mount Mo riah. O Jesus, carrying the wood of sacrifice up Mount Calvary, the agonies of earth and hell wrapped around that cross. I shall never see the heavy load on Isaac's back, that I shall not think of the crushing load on Christ's back. For whom that load? For you. For you. For me. For me. Would that all the tears that we have ever wept over our sorrows had been saved until this morning, and that we might now pour them out on the lacerated back and feet and heart of the Son of God. C. S. Phelps and Henry Rijrden of Ottawa, 111., were killed by a train near that place. Christopher Dalton died in jail at Nevada, Mo., of consumption. A handsome female photographer ought to do a good business with her taking ways. It is as easy for some men to be witty as it is difficult for some to be other wise than dull. "Never play at any game of chance. The man who hides four aces in his sleeve observes this rule. A courtesy or kindness on the part of a stranger should be received in the spirit in which it is meant. THE SUNDAY SCHOOL. LESSON IV SUNDAY, OCTOBER 27 THE CHILD SAMUEL. Golden Text: "Speak L.ord for Thy Servant Heareth The Condition of the Jews at the Close of the Period of Jndg-es. N T It ODUCTORY: The section In cludes the first six chapters of 1 Sam uel. The two booka of Samuel, like the two books of Kings, originally formed an undivided whole. All four were called Vxr Tornme Thfl Books of the Kings. The books are called the books of Sam uel, because they record the life and ministry of the great prophet and Judge. They are called books of Kings because they record the Introduction of royalty among the Israelites. Johnson. It Is generally agreed that the book is a compilation from different sources, Including the writings of Samuel him self (1 Sam. 10:25), the book of Nathan the prophet, and the book of Gad the seer (1 Chron. 29:29; 2 Chron. 9:29). Samuel was born about 1146 B. C; and the date of this lesson is therefore twelve years later, 1134 B. C. (The ex act dates of this period are all of them somewhat uncertain.) Place: Shiloh, the religious capital of Israel, seven teen miles north of Jerusalem, and half way between Bethel and Shechem, nine or ten miles from each. Samuel: Twelve years old; Eli, about 78 years old, high priest and judge. Today's les son Includes 1 Samuel 3:1-13. 1. And the child Samuel ministered unto the Lord before Eli. And the word of the Lord was precious in those days; there was no open vision. (Sam uel was now only i2 years old. There was no written word. There was no recognized prophet "whose word came to all Israel.") 2. And it came to pass at that time, 'when Ell was laid down in his place, and his eyes began to wax dim, that he could not see; 3. And ere the lamp of God went out in the temple of the Lord, where the ark of God was, and Samuel was laid down to sleep; 4. That the Lord called Samuel: and he answered, Here am I. 5. And he ran unto Eli, and said, Here am I; for thou calledst me. And he said, I called not; lie down again. And he went and lay down. (And he ran unto Eli. Unacquainted with the visions of the Almighty, he took that to be only Eli's call which was really the call of God. Such mistakes we make oftener than we think.) 6. And the Lord called yet again, Samuel. And Samuel arose and went to Ell, and said, Here am I; for thou didst call me. And he answered, I called not, my son; lie down again. 7. Now Samuel did not yet know ths Lord, neither wa3 the word of the Lord yet revealed unto him. 8. And the Lord called Samuel again the third time. And he arose and went to Eli, and said. Here am I; for thou didst call me. And Eli perceived that the Lord had called the child. (High Priest.) 9. Therefore Eli said unto Samuel, Go, lie down: and it shall be, if he call thee, that thou shalt say, Speak, Lord; for thy servant heareth. So Samuel went and lay down in his place. 10. And the Lord came, and stood, and called as at other times, Samuel, Samuel. Then Samuel answered. Speak; for thy servant heareth. ! 11. And the Lord said to Samuel, Be hold, I will do a thing in Israel, at which both the ears of every one thai heareth it shall tingle. (Now Samuel did not yet know the Lord. He did not recognize his call, he did not know how God communicated his will to his prophets. This was his first experience, as is stated in the last part of the verse. 8. The third time. God kept repeating his call. For he knew it was not from unwillingness to hear and obey that Samuel did not answer him, but from Inexperience. Indeed, Sam uel's prompt obedience to Eli's sup' posed call was the assurance that hi would answer God's call whenever he recognized It. TEMPERANCE TALKS. Every drinker has the devil for hi. master. I An animal will not disobey the laws 'of nature. j "Death loves a shining mark," and so does whisky. I The boy of to-day is the man of to Imorrow. Are you setting him a good lexample f The devil will assure you that "just one drink will do you no harm." The devil is a liar. KJfi - -1 a ' 'wp v"riE til f7. $ Shells for Wall Pockets. "I have often wondered," said a fish erman, "that somebody didn't fix up a lot of horseshoe crab shells and put them on the market as wall pockets. They are commonly used for that pur pose in fishermens' houses for catchalls and for slipper holders, and very pretty they are, too. 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She was busy, and the baby was crying, and the man, so far as appears, was doing nothing. "John," she said, "I wish you would rock tne baby." 4Oh, bother,' was the answer, 4'why should I rock the baby?" Why, because he isu't very well and I have this mending to do. Hesides, half of him belongs to you anyhow, and you ought to be willing to help take care of him." "Well, half of him belongs to yoc, too, and you can rock your half and let my half holler." "AMONG THE OZARKS." The Land of Big Red Apples, is an attractive and interesting book, handsomely illustr.ted with views' of South Missouri scenery, including the famous O.dea fruit farm of 3,000 acres in Howell county. It pertains to fruit raising in that great fruit belt of America, the southern slope of the Ozards, and will prove of great value, noj only to fruit-growers, but to every farmer and homeaoeker looking for a farm and a home. Mailed fro?. Address, J. E. Lockwood, Kansas City, Mo. An important paper, "The Future in Relation to American Naval Power," is contributed to the October Harper's by Captain A. T. Mahan. I. S. N., who advocates the maintenance of a strong navy, not only for national defence, but for the promotion of the interests of the United States in the interna tional complications which are certain to arise in the near future through the growing importance of China and Ja pan and the approaching absorption of all the unclaimed islands of the sea by the great powers of the world. The Teetli. "Even absolutely clean teeth will de cay," said a dentist, "but constant care in this respect greatly prolongs the life of a tooth. The general health visually has a good deal to do with it. People used to think that it was a useless ex penditure to have children's teeth tilled before the arrival of the second set, but more of them are beinp educated to the fact that the longer the first set is preserved the better the quality of the second set will be. 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