The Sioux County Journal
VOLUME VI.
HAKKISOX, NEBRASKA, THURSDAY, JAXUAltV U, 181)4.
NUMBER 18.
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A CHKiSTMAS SERMON
PULPIT FESTOONED WITH HOLI
DAY GREEN. ;
Rcr. Dr. Tulmaice'. Mrmw on thrlat the
Star-A Living, ftpxaklng, HMorir, ud
Kvaat-riUtlc Star A Diamine Tkat
Glum with KUMiueare.
Hark In Hrookljn.
In the Brooklyn Taliernacle on ( :hrifW
mas day a great audience assembled to
participate in the services. Standing
before the organ, festooned with
Christmas greens, this sermon van de
livered by Kev. Dr. Talmage, after the
throng had sung ''The Star of Beth
lehem." Text, lievelation xxii, 1,
''I am the bright and the morning
star."
This is Christinas eve. Our atten
tion and the attention of the world is
drawn to the star that pointed down to
the caravansary whore Christ was
born. Hut do not let us foreet. that
Christ himself was a star. To that
luminous fact my text calls us.
It seems as if the natural world were
anxious to make up for the damage it
did our race in furnishing the forbid
den fruit. If that fruit wrought death
among the nations, now all the natm;!
product shall become a symbol of blow
ing. The showering down of t he wealth
of the orchard will make us think cf
Him whom Solomon describes as the
apple tree among the trees of the wood,
and the flowers of tangled glen and
cultured parterre shall be the dear
glinted garland forthe brow of the'
Lord Jesus. Yes, even the nightshall
bo taxed, and its brightest star shall
be set as a gem in the coronet of oui"
holy religion.
Have you over seen the morning star
advantageously? If it was on your way
homo from a night's carousal, you saw
none of its beauty. If you merely turn
ed over on your pillow in the darknes,
glancing out of the window, you kno
nothing about the cheerful influence
of that star. But there are many in
this house to-night who in great passes!
ui mtur u'li, WJiiiw ui mum lar uttii
sea, have ga.ed at that star and been
thrilled through with lndescrib'e glad
ness. That star comes trembling at
though with the perils of tho dark
ness, and yet bright with the anticipa
tions of the day. It seems emotional)
with all tenderness, its eyes filled with.
tears of munv sorrows. It is the ae:t
on the hand of the morning thrust id.
to signal its coming. Other stars s
dim. tike hoi v candles in a cathedr
or silver beads courted injfVm'sy-MMiMA
ruuy; twt tni rt a living swr.aapv.k-
ing siar, a nisiono star, an evangelis
tic star -bright and brilliant and
triumphant symbol of the great Re
deemer. The telegraphic operator
puts his finger on the silver key of the
electric instrument, and tho tidings fly
across the continent. And so it seems
to me that the finger of inspiration is
E laced upon this silver point in the
cavens, and its thrill through all the
earth. "Behold, I bring you good tid
ings of great joy which shall be to all
people. Behold, I am the bright and
morning star. " Tho meaning of my
text is this: As the morning star pre
cedes and promises the coming of the
day, so Christ heralds the natural and
spiritual dawn.
In the first place, Christ heralded
the corning of the creation. There
was a time when there was no order,
no sound or beauty. No wing stirred.
No word was uUerod. No light sped.
As far as Cod could look up. as far
down, as far out, there was nothing.
Immeasureahlo solitude. Height and
depth and length and breadth of noth
ingness. Did Christ then exist? Oh,
yes. "By Him were all things made
that are made; things in Heaven and
things in earth and things under the
earth." Yes. He antedated the crea
tion. Ho led forth A returns and bin
sons. He shone before the tirst morn
ing. His voice was heard in the con
cert when the morning stars serenaded
tho advent of our infant earth, when,
wra,)s-d in swaddling clothes of light,
it lny in the arms of the great Jehovah.
He saw the lirst, fountain laid. He saw
the first light kindled. That hand
which was afterward crushed upon the
cross was thrust into chaos, and it
brought out one world and swung it in
that orbit, and brought o it another
world and swung it in anot her orbit,
and brought out all tho worlds and
swung them in their particular orbits.
They came like sheep at the call of a
shepherd. They knew His voice, and
He called them all by their names.
Oh, it is an interesting thought to me
to know that Christ had something to
do w ith the creation. I nee now why
It was ho easy for Him to change water
into wine. Ho first created tho water.
1 see now why it was so easy for Him
to cure tho maniac. He first created
the intellect. I see now why it was so
easy for Him to hush the tempest. He
sank Ceiiiiesaret. t see now why it
was so easy for Him to swing fish into
Simon's net. He made tho tinh. I see
now why it was so easy for Him to give
sight to the blind man, He created
tho optle nerve, I see now why it was
so easy for H fin to raise I,aariis from
tho dead. He created tho lody of
Lazarus and the rock that shut him In.
Home supose that Christ came a
stranger to Bethlehem. Oh. no. lie
created the shepherds, and the Hocks
they watched, and the hills on which
they past.irod, and the heavens that
overarched their heads, nnd the
angels that chanted tho chorus on
that Christmas night. That hand
which was afterward nailed to the
cross, was an omnipotent and creative
hand and the whole universe wim poised
on the tip of one of his lingers. Be
fore tho world was Christ was. All
the world camfl trooping vp out of the
darkness, and He greeted them, as a
father greets his children, with a
"good morning," or a "good night.'
Hail, I)rd Jesus, morning star of tho
first creation.
Again, Christ hoaralds the dnwn of
comlort in a Christian soul. Some
times we como to passes in life where
all kinds of tribulations meet us. You
ar o.uitlti g up some great enterprise.
You have oulit the foundation the
wall - you are just about to put tin the
capstone, when everything is demol
ished. You have a harp all strung for
pweeiest accord, and tome great agony
crushes it. There is a little voice
hushed in the household. Blue eye
dosed. Calor dashed out of tho cheek.
The foot still. Instead of the quick
feet in the hall, the heavy tread of
those who march to the grave. Oh,
what are people to do ainia all these
sorrows? Some sit down and mourn.
Some bite their lip until the blood
comes. Koine wring their pale hands.
Some fall on their laces. Some lie on
tbeir backs helpless and look up into
what seems to tnem an unpitying
Heaven. Some pull their hair down
over their eyes and look through with
a fiend's glare. Some, with both
hands, press their hot brain and want
to die and cry. "O God, O Cod!" Long
night, bitter night, stupendous night
of the world's sutlering! Some know
not which way to turn. But not so the
Christian man. He looks up toward
the heavens. He sees a bright ap
pearance in the heavens. Can it b;
only a flashing meteor? -Can it be only
a falling star? Can it be only a delu
sion? Nay. nay. The longe r he looks
the more distinct it becomes,' until af
ter awhile he erics out. "A star a
(norning star, a Btar of comlort, a star
if grace, a star of peace, the star of
the Kedeemer!" Peace for all trouble.
Balm for all wounds. Life for all dead.
Now Jesus, the great heart healer,
comes into our home. I'eacel Peace
that passeth. all understanding. We
look up through our tears. We are
comforted. It is the morning star of
the Kedeemer. "Who broke olT that
t'ower?" said one servant in the gar
den to (mother. "Who broke off that
flower?" And the other said, "The
master." Nothing more was said, for
if the master had not a right to break
off a (lower to wear over his heart or
to set in the vase in tho mansion, who
has a right to touch the flower? And
when Christ comes down into our
garden to gather lilies, shall we fight
Him bark.'' Shall we talk as though
He had no right to come? If any one
in all the universe has a right to that
which is beautiful in our homes, then
our master has, and He will take it. and
Ho will wear it over his heart, or He
will set it in the vase of the palace
eternal. "The Lord gave, and the
Lord hath taken away; blessed be the
name of the Lord." Peace, troubled
soul.' 1 put the balm on your wounded
heart to-night. The morning star,
be morning star of the Redeemer.
Again Christ holds the dawn of mil-
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ror the vaat iaioritv o th,
ajonty 01 tne world s
population. But it seems to me there
are some intimations of the morning.
All Spain is to tie brought under the
influence of the gospel. What is that
light I see breaking over the top of
the Pyrenees? The morning! Yea,
all Italy shall receive the gospel. She
shall have her schools and colleges and
her churches. Her vast population
shall surrender themselves to Christ.
What is that light I see breaking over
the top of tho Alps? The morning.
All India shall come toGod. Her idols
shall 1)6 cast down. Her juggernauts
shall be broken. Her temples of in
iquity shall be demolished. What is
that light I see breaking over the top
of the Himalayas? Tho morning. The
empurpled clouds shall gild the path
of the conquering day. The Hottentot
will come out of liis mud hovel to look
at the dawn: tho Chinaman will come
up on the granite cliffs, the Norwegian
will get up on the rocks, and all the
beach of Heaven will be crowded with
celestial inhabitants come out to see
the sun rise over the ocean of the
world's agony. They shall come from
the Kast, and from the West, from the
North, and from the South, and sit
down in tho kingdom of God. These
sweltered under tropical suns. These
shivered under Icelandic temperature.
Those plucked tho vineyards in Italy.
These packed the teaboxes in China.
These were ulxirigincs lifting up their
dusky faces in the dawn. And the
wind shall waft it, and every mountain
shall become a transfiguration, and the
sea will become the walking place of
Him who trod the wave cliffs of stormy
Tiberias, and the song of joy shall rise
toward Heaven, imd the great sky will
become a hounding board which shall
strike back the shout of salvation to
the cart h until it relsiunds again to
the throne of tin; Almighty, and the
morning star of Christian hope will lie
come tho full sunburst of millcnial
glory.
Again. Christ heralds the dawn of
Heaven upon every Christian's dying
pillow. I suppose you have noticed
that the characteristics of people in
their healthful days are very apt to be
their characteristics in .their dying
days. Tho dying words of ambitions
Napoleon were, "Bead of the Army.'
Tho dying words of poetic Ird Byron
were, "1 must sleep now." The dying
words of affectionate l.ord Nelson were,
"Kiss me, Hardy." The dying words
of oltaire were, as ho saw one be sup
posed to be Jesus In tho room. "(!riir.h
that wretch." But 1 have noticed that,
the dying words of Christ inns always
mean peace. Generally the pain is ail
gone, and there is a great quietude
through the room. As one of these
brothers told me of his mot (icr in the
last moment. "She looked up ami
sitid. point ing to some supernatural Us
ing that seemed to lie in the room.
'Look at that, bright form. Why. they
have come for :i.e now."'
The lattice is turned so that t he light
is very pleasunt. It is peace nil around.
You ask yourself: "VVhv. can this be
a dying loom? It is so different from
anything I ever expected." And you
vvaik the lloor, und you look out of the
winnow, and you come bark and look
ut, your watch, and you look at the
face of the patient again, and there is
no change, excent that the face is be
coming more radiant, more illuminated.
The wave of deal h seems coming up
higher and higher, until it has touched
the ankle, ami then it comes on up un
til it touches tl e knee, and then it
comes on up until it reaches the glrdlo.
and thes H comes on up until it
reaches the lip, and the soul is about
to be floated away into glory, and you
roll back the patient's sleeve, and you
put your finger on the pulse, and it is
getting weaker and weaker, and the
pulse stops, and you hardly know
whether life has gone out or not. In
deed, you cannot tell when she goes
away, she goes away so calmly. Per
haps it is 4 o clock in the morning, and
you have the bed wheeled around to
the window, and the dying one looks
out into the night sky, and she sees
something that attracts her attention,
and you wonder what it is.
Why, it is a star. It is a star that
out of its silver rim is pouring a super-natural
light into' that dying ex
perience. And you say, "What is it
that you are looking sty" She Bays,
"It is a star." You say, "What star is
that seems so well to please you?
"Oh," she says, "that is the morning
star Jesus!" I would like to have my
death bed under that evangelical star
I vould like to have my eye on that
star, so that I could be ass n red of the
morning. Then the dash of the surf
of the sea of death would only be the
billowing up of the promise, "When
thou passest through t he waters, I will
be with thee, and the rivers, they shall
not overflow thee." All other lights
will fail-- the HgK will fail from the
scroll of fame, the light that flashes
from the gem in the beautiful apparel,
the light that flames from the burning
lamps of a banquet but this light
burns on and burns on. Paul kept his
eye on that morning star, until he
wou'd say: "I am now ready to be
offered, and the time of my departure
is at hand; I have fought the cood
light. 1 have finished my course. I
have kept the faith." Edward Payson
kept his eye on that star until he could
sav, "The breezes of Heaven fan me."
Dr. Goodwin kept his eye on that evan
gelistic star until he could say, "I am
swallowed up in Cod." John Tennant
kept his eye on that evangelistic star
until he could say, "Welcome, sweet
Lord Jesus welcome, eternity." No
other star ever pointed a mariner into
so safer a harlior. No other star ever
sunk its silvered anchor into the
waters. No other star ev;r pierced
such accumulated cloud, or beckoned
with such a holy luster.
With lanterns and torches and a
guide, we went down in the Mammoth
cave of Kentucky. You may walk
fourteen miles and see no sunlight. It
is a stupendous place. Some places
the roof of the cave a hundred feet
high. The grottoes filled with weird
echoes, cascades falling from invisible
height to invisible depth. Stalagmites
rising rp .from the floor of the cave-,
talactites des sending from the roof pt
itits t?, jiiiiih eieh oLuer, alid iiiaK
ing pillars of the Almighty 's sculptur
ing. There are rosettes of amethyst
in halls of gypsum. As. the guide car
ries his lantern ahead of you, the
shadows have an appearance super
natural and spectral. The darkness is
fearful. Two people, getting lost from
their guide only for a few hours, year
ago, wero demented, and for years sat
in their insanity. You feel like hold
ing your breath as you walk across the
bridges that seem to span the bottom
less abyss. The guide throws his cal
cium light down Into the caverns, and
the light rolls and tosses from rock to
rock and from depth to depth, making
at every plunge a new revelation of
the awful power that could have made
such a place as that.
A sense of suffocation comes uoon
you as you think that you are 1150 feet
in a straight lino from the sunlit sur
face of the earth. The guide after
awhile takes you into what is called
the "Star Chamber," and then ho says
to you, "Sit here," and then he takes
the lantern and goes down under the
rocks, and it gets darker and darker,
until the night is so thick that the
hand an inch from the eye is unobserv
able. And then, by kindling one of
tho lanterns and placing it in a cleft
of the rock, there is a reflection cast
on the dome of the cave, and there are
stars coming out in constellations - a
brilliant night heavens-and you in
voluntarily exclaim: "Beautiful!
beautiful!" Then he takes the lantern
down in ether depths f tho cavern,
and wanders on, and wanders
off, until he comes up from be
hind the rocks gradually, and it
seems like the dawn of the morning,
and it gets brighter and brighter. The
guide is a skilled ventriloquist, and he
imitates the voices of the morning,
and soon the gloom is all gone, and you
stand congratulating yourself over the
woiidertul spectacle.. Well, there are
a great many people who look down
into the grave as agnat cavern. They
think it is a thousand miles subterran
eous, and all the echoes seem to be tho
voices of despair, and the cascades
seem to he the falling tears that al
ways fall, and the gloom of earth seems
coming up in stalagmite, and the gloom
of the eternal world seems descending
in the stalacite. making pillars of in
describable horror! The grave is no
such place as that to me, thank God.
Our divine Guide takes us down into
the great caverns, and wo have the
lump to our feet and the light to our
path, and all the echoes in the rifts of
t he ro k are ant hems, and all the fall
ing waters are fountains of salvation,
and after awhile we look up and, be
hold! the cavern of the tomb has bo
come a king's star chamber. And
while we are looking at the pomp of it
an everlasting morning begins to rise,
and all the tears of earth crystali.o
into stalagmite, rising up in a pi liar on
the one side, and all the glor
ious of II, aven seem to be de
scending in stalactite, making a pillar
on the other side, and you push
against the gate that swings between
the two pillars, and as the gate flushes
open you hnd it is one of the twelve
gates which are twelve pearls. Blessed
lie God that through this gospel the
mammoth cave of the sepulclior has
become the illumined Star Chamber of
the King!
1 would God that if my sermon to
day does not lead you to Christ, that
before morning, lx;king out of the
window, tho astronomy of tho night
heavens might lead you to the feet of
Jesus.
FLEET-FOOTED ZEBRAS.
Their lBh of Speed When Alarmad bf
tbe Vhir of a Uifle Ball.
The rapidity with which the differ
ent zebras have been exterminated,
owing to tbe advance of civilization
in South Africa, is shown by refer
euce to such works as that of Sir
Coi dw liis Harris, written in 1840,
in which tbe author tells us that the
quagga was at the time found in "In
terminable herds," bands of man
hundreds being frequently seen, while
he describes Burchell's zebra as con
gregating in herd? of eighty or 100,
and abounding to a great extent; but
now, after tbe expiration of but fifty
years, tbe one species is extinct or
practically so, while the other has
been dcJven much farther afield and
its nuniSir-i are yearly being reduced.
This author's description of the com
mon zebra is well worth repeating.
He says: Seeking tbe wildest and
most sequestered spots, haughty
troops are exceedingly difficult to ap
proach, as well on account of their
extreme agility and fleetness of foot
as irom the abrupt a id inaccessible
nature of tbeir highland abode. Un
der the spec al charge of a sentiutl,
so posted on some ad acent crag as to
command a view of every avenue of
apnruach, the checkered herd whom
'painted skins adorn' is to be viewed
perambulating some rocky '..jge, on
which tbe rifle bail alone can reach
them. No sooner has tbe note of
alarm been sounded by the vidette,
than, pricking their long ears, the
whole flock hurry forward to ascer
tain the nature of the approaching
danger, and, having gazed a moment
at tbe advancing hunter, whisking
their brindli 1 tails aloft, helter
skelter away they thunder, down
craggy precipices and ever yawning
ravines, where no less agile foot could
dare to follow them." Of Burchell's
zebra he says: "Fierce, strong, fleet
and surpassingly beautiful, there is,
perhaps, no quadruped, in the crea
tion, not even excepting the moun
tain zebra, more splendidly attired or
presenting a flcture of more singu
larly attractive Tseautv." Zebras are
by no meansamiable animals, and.
though many of the stories told of
their ferocity are doubtless much ex
aggerated, they have bo far not
proved themselves amenable to do-
?Vticatien. & ,
Prof. Nippold, who was for many
years at tbe head of the law school at
the Tokio University, says that much
of the healthfulncss of the Japanese
is due to their habitual use of very
hot water in bathing, and that, by
comparison, nations outside Japan
hardly know what a hot bath meaDS.
The Japanese take their morning tub
at a temperature of over 104 degrees
Fahrenheit, and immediately after
wards douch themselves with per
fectly cold water. Herr Nippold de
cla es that after a bath of this heat
and the subsequent cold douche, he
used to feel warm all day in the cold
est winter weather, while in summer
the bath had the exactly contrary
effect, and was most cooling and re
freshing. One of the most remarka
ble water-cure resorts in Japan is
Kusatsu, where the boiling sulphur
springs bubble up out of the earth at
a temperature of 158 degrees Fahren
heit, a beat which appalls even the
Japanese. At 5 o'clock in the morn
ing, all through the bathing season, a
great bell announ es to all patients
who are ordered to take boiling baths
that their time of ordeal has come.
In the middle of the bath house is a
huge basin, filled with the sulphur
water. The bathars cluster around,
throw water over their head-i, and
screw up theircourage. Thedecisive
moment conies when the head bath
ing oiliclal gives the word of com
mand. Then all who have the nerve,
and many have not, to subject them
selves to the scalding liquid answer
in chorus, and begin to get into the
bath. This is done as gradually and
slowly as possible, because the more
the water is moved about the more
it scalds. Inch by inch the bodies
disappear, till at last the bathers are
up to their necks in water. Then
they stand motionless. To keep up
their mettle, the head bathraan, who
stands in the middle of the bath,
gives notice every time a minute has
passed and the victims respond in
chorus, "Two minutes more" or
whatever the remaining term of trib
ulation may be, and when the time
is ui), they all rush and so; amble out
of the water at a rate tnat Is a cur
ious contrast to the pace at which
they go in.
A I. our Wait.
Saint-I'uix, the French poet, had a
large income, but was always in
debt. Much of his time was spent
(lodging creditors. He sat one day
in a barber chair with his face lath
ered and ready to be shaved when
one of his largest creditors entered
the shop. The man faw Saint-Folx
and angrily demanded the money
due him.
"Won't you wait until 1 pet a
shave?" quietly inquired the poet
"Certainly," answered the other,
pleased at the prospect of getting tho
money.
Tbe poet made tho barber a wit
ness to the agrceinont and calmly
wined the lather from his face. He
wore a beard to his dvt.ig day.
UknkiiaIjLy, the dearest things are
those which are advertised as free.
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