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III lllllhiMII II - L- The Sioux County Journal, i . VOLUME VI. HARKISOX, NEBRASKA, THURSDAY, MARCH 22, 1894. NUMBER 28. TALMAOE'S SEEMON. 'CHRIST THE CONQUEROR," HIS SUBJECT SUNDAY. "Th. rntried Soldier Want Forth to Io Haiti Agaliut Sin with the World Ar rayed Ag-alntt II I tn How the Victor Treated tha Concurred. At the Taheraarle. From the startling- figure of the text ehtxion by Hov. Dr. Talmajrc in hU bt tnon in the Brooklyn Tabernacle Sun day, the Dreacher brought out the radical truthsof the Ohrihtian religion. It wag sacramental day in the Talier--tiade. The subject of the aermon wa ''Christ the Conqueror," the text being Indian lxlii, 1, "Whola thiathatoometh from KUom, with dyed garments from lio .'.rah - this thut is glorioes in Hi p arel, traveling in the great ne of etrentrtb?'' Kdora and liorah having been the -one of fierce battle, when those wonU are lined here or in any oilier part of the Hi Vile, they are figures of sw;on rtting forth tu-encs of nevero conflict. As now we often use the word Waterloo to descriiie a decisive contest of any kind, so the words Dorah and Mom in this text are figures of H;ech descrip tive of a scene of great slaughter. Whatever else the j rophet may have meant to describe, he most certainly meant to depict the lird Jesus Christ, aying, "Who is this that cometh from K!om, with dyed garments from l5o. rah. traveling in the greatness of His Strength?'' When a general isaliout to go out to the wars, a Hag and a sword are puli licly presented to him, and the maidens bring flowers, and the young men load the canon, and the train starts amid a huzza that drowns thelthunder of the wheels and the shriek of the whistle. Hut all this will give no idea of the ex citement that there must havo lieen in Heaven when Christ started out on the campaign of the worlds conquest. If they could have forseen the siege that would be laid to Him, and the mal treatment He would suffer, and the bur dens He would have to carry, and the battles Ho would have toght, I think there would have loerya million vol unteers in Heaven wJk would have in sisted on coming a)nng with Him. Hut. no, they only aci:iipaniod Him to the gate, their hut shout heard clear down to the earth the space between thri two worbfs bridgod with a g"eat bosann ' The I'ntlred Molriler. . - "fou know there Is a wide difference . ' between a man's troing off to Vattle and coming back again. When ho goes off, It U with epaulets untangled, with banner unapecked, with horses sleek and shining from the groom. All that there is of struggle and pain Is to come yet. So it was with Christ. Ho had not yet fouht a battle. He was start ing out, and though this world did not give Him a warm hearted greeting there was a gentle mother who folded Him In her arms, and a baltc finds no difference between a stable and a palace, between courtiers and camel drivers. As Jesus stejqied on the stage of this world, it was amid angelic shouts in the galleries and amid the kindest maternul ministrations. Hut soon hostile forces began to gather. They deployed from the ian hoarin. They were detailed from the standing army. They rarao out from the Ciesarean castles. The vagalionds in the street joined tie gentlemen of the mansion. Spirits rode up from hell, and in long array there came a force together that threatened to put, to rout this newly arrived one from Iloaven. Jesus now seeing the battle gathering lifted hisown standard. Hut who gathered alsiut it' How feeble the recruits! A few shoremen, a blind beggar, a woman With an alabaster box, another woman with two mites and a group of friend less, moneyless and positionlos people came to His standard. What chance was there for Him';' Nazareth against Him. Bethlehem against Him. Ca pernaum against Him. Jerusalem airain.-t Him. Galilee against Him. The courts against Him. The army against Him. The throne against Him. The world aganst Him. All hell against Him. No wonder they a-ked Him to sur render. Hut Ho could not surronder; He could not Apologize; Ho could not take any back steps. He had come to strike for the deliverance of an en slaved race, and He must do the work. Then they sent out their pickets to watch Him. They saw in wnat house He went and when Ho came out. They watched what Ho ate and who with, what He drank and how much. They did not dare to make their final assault, for they know not but that behind Him there might be a re-enforcement that was not seen. Hut at last the battle came. It was to Ve more fierce than liozrah. more bloody than Gettysburg, involving more than AusterliU, more combatants employed than at Chalons, a ghastlier L'onllict than all the bat ties of the earth put together, though Edmund Hurko'n estimate of thirty-live thousand million of its slain be accurate. The day was Friday. The hour was between 12 and 3 o'clock. The field was a slight hil lock northwest of Jerusalem. The forces en gsged were earth and hell, joined as allies on one side, and Heaven, represented by a solitary Inhabitant on the other. An I'neven Itattl. , The hour name. Oh, what a time It was! I think that day the universe looked on. The spirits that could be spared from the hoavonly temple and could get conveyance of wing or char iot came down from ahovo, and spirits getting furlough from beneath came up, and thev listened, and thoy looked, and they watched. Oh, what an un nven battle! Two worlds armed on one side, an unarmed man on the other. The regiment of the Horn an army at that tins start toned at Jerusalem be faath atttvolc. Tay knew how to fight, for they belonged to the most tborouf bljr drilled annjr of all the world. With spears glittering in the sud they charged up the hilL The horses prance and rear amid the ex citement of the populace, the heels of the riders plunged in tae flanks, urg ing them on. The weapons begin to tell on Christ. See how faint he looks! There the blood starts, ana there and there and there. If he is to have reinforcements, let him call them up now No, he must do this work aloue alone. Ho is dying. Keel for yourself of the wrisi; the pulse is feeble. Keel under the arm: the warmth is less. He is dying. Aye, they pronounce him dead. And just at that moment that they pronounced him dead he rallied, and from his wounds he unsheathed a weapon which staggered .the Human legions down the hill and hurled the satanio battalions into the pit. It was a weapon of love infinite love, all con quering love. Mightier than javelin or spear, it triumphed over all. l'ut back, ye armies of earth and heir? The tide of battle turns. Jesus hath overcome. Let the people stand apart .and make a line thut he may pass down from Calvary to Jerusalem, and thence on and on all around the world, The battle is fought. The victory is achieved. The triumphal march is begun Hark to the hoofs of the war rior's stead and the tramping of a great multitude, for He has many friends now. The hero of earth and Heaven advances. Cheer! cheer! '"Who is this that cometh from Kdom, with dyed garments trom ltozrah, traveling in the greatness of his strength?" We tiehold here a new revelation of a blessed and startling fact. I'eojilo talk of Christ as though he was going to do something grand 'for us after awhile. Ho has done it. l'eople talk as though ten or twenty years from now, in the closing hours of our life, or In some terrible p:iss of life, Jesus will help us. He has done the work already. He did it l.Hiil years ago. You might as well talk of VVasli inirton as though he was going to achieve our national independence in l!"o as to speak of Christ as though He were troing to achieve our salvation in the future. He did it in the year of our Iord .'13 I years ago -on the field of Ho.rah, the Captain of our sal vation lighting unto death tor your and for my emancipation. Ail wo have todo is to accept that fact in our heart of hearts, and we are free for this world and free for the world to come. Hut lest we might not accept Christ comes through here to day, ' traveling in the greatness of his strength." not to tell you that He is go ing to fltfbt for you somo battle in the future, but to tell you that the battle is already fought and the victory al ready won. You have noticed that when soldiers come home from the wars they carry on their flag the names of the battle fields' where they were distinguished. The Knglishman coming hack has on his banner Inkerman and Balaklava; the Frenchman, Jena and Eilau; the German, Versailles and Sedan. And Christ has on the banner He carries as cotfqueror the names of 10,000 battle fields He won for you and for me. Ho rides past all our homes of bereave ment, by the doorbell swathed in sor row, by the wardrotie black with woo, by the dismantled fortress of our strength. Come out and greet Him to day, O ve people! Seethe names of all the battle parses on His Hag. Ye who are poor, read on this ensign the story of Christ's hard crusts and pillowless head. Ye who are persecuted, read here of the rufiians who chased Him from His first breath to His last. Mighty to soothe your troubles, mighty to bafk your calamities, mighty to tread down your foes, "traveling in the greatness of His strength." Though His horse bo brown with the dust of the march, and the fetlocks be wet with the carnage, and the bit bo rod with the blood of your spiritual foes, Ho comes up now. not exhausted from the battle, but fresh as when Ho went into it-coming up from Hozrah, "trav eling in the greatness of His strength." How .Ihhuh Treat 111 Captiiei. You know that when Augustus and Constantino and Tra.an and Titus camo bach from t he wars, what a time there was. You know they came on horse back or in chariots, and thpro were trophies lieforo, and there wore eai tlves liehind, and there were pooplo shouting on all sides, and there wero garlands Hung from the window, and over the highway a triumphal arch was sprung. The solid masonry to-day at Bonevento, Jtimini, and Homo still tell their admiration for those heroes. And shall we let our conqueror go without lifting any acclaim? Havo we not flowers red enough to depict the carnage, white enough to elubrato the victory, fragrant enough to breathe the iov? Those men of whom I just soko dragged their victims at the chariot wheels, but Christ our Lord takes those who once were captives and in vites them Into His chariot to ride, while He puts around them the arm of His strength, saying, "I have loved thee with an everlasting love, and the waters shall not drown it, and the lires shall not burn it, and eternity shall not exhaust it." If this bo true, I cannot soo howjany man can carry his sorrows a great while. If this cdiiquoror from Ho rah is going to heat back all vour griefs, why not trust him? Oh, do you not feel under this gospel your griefs falling ha k and your tears drying up as you hear the tramp of a thousand illustri ous promises led on by the conqueror from Ho.rah, "traveling, traveling, in the greatness of his strength?" The Heath of Mil. On that Friday which the F.plscopal Church rlghtiy celebrates, calling It "Good Fridav," vour soul and mine were contended for. On that day Jesus proved himself mightier than earth and hell, and when the lances struck Him He gathered them up into a sheaf, as a reaper gather the grain, and he stalked them. Mounting the horse of the Apocalypse, He rod a down through th 4 ages, ''traveling in the greatness of his strength." On that day your sin and i ine erished. if we willonly believe it. There may be some one here who may say: "I don't like the color of this conqueror's garments. You tell me that His garments were not only spattered with the blood of conflict, but a.so they were soaked, that they were saturated, that they were dyed In it." I admit it. You sav you do not like that. Then I quote to you two passages ot Scripture: "With out the shed lingol blood there is no remission." "In the blood is the atone ment." But it was not your blood. It was His own. Not only enough to red den His garments and to redden His horse, but enough to wash away the sins of the world. Ob, the blood on His brow, the blood on His feet, the blood on His side! It seems if an artery must have been cut. Tbere In o fountain ltlle.1 with blood lirawu from lmm&nusl't veins. And niDnerrt plunKed beuuatb tbat fiood Low nil their guilt; lalui. Blood for Blood. At 2 o'clock to-morrow afternoon go among the places of business or toil. It will be no ditlicult thing for you to find men who, by their looks, show you that they are overworked. They are prematurely old. They are hastening rapidly toward their decease. They have gone through crises in business that shattered their nervous sys tems and pulled on the brain. They have a shortness of breath, and a pain in the back of the head, und at night an insomnia that alarms them. Why are they drudging at business early and late? For funv No; it would be difficult to extract any amusement out of that exhaustion. Because they are avaricious? In many cases no. Because their own personal expenses are lavish? No: a few hundred dollars would meet all their wants. The sim ple fact is, the man is enduring all that fatigue and exasperation and wear and tear to keep his home prosperous. There is an invisible line reaching from that store, from that bank, from that shop, from that scaffolding, to a quiet scene a few blocks, a few miles away, and there is the secret of that business endurani e. He is simply the champion of a homestead, for which he wins bread and wardrobe and edu cation and prosperity, and in such bat tle 10,iHH) men fall. " Of ten business men whom I bury, nine die of over work for others. Some sudden disease finds them with no power of resistance, and they are gone. Life tor life. Blood for blood. Substitution! At 1 o'clock to-morrow morning, the hour when slumber is most uninter rupted and most profound, walk amid the dwelling houses of the city. Here and there you will find a dim light, because It is the household custom to keep a subduoi light burning, but most of the houses from base to top are as dark as though uninhabited. A merciful God has sent forth the arch angel of sleep, and he puts his wings over the city. But yonder is a clear light burning, and outside on the win dow easement a glass or pitcher con taining food for a sick child. The food is set in the fresh air. This is the sixth night that mcther has sat up with that hufTerer. She has to the last point obeyed the physician's prescription, not giving a crop too much or too little, or a moment too soon or too late. She is very anxious, for she has buried three children with the same disease, and she prays and weeps, each prayer and sob ending with a kirg of the pale cheek. By dint of kindness she gets the little one through the ordeal. After it is all over the mother is tiken down. Brain or nervous fever sets in, and one day she leaves the convalescent child with a mother's blessing and goes up to join the three in tho Kingdom of Heaven. Life for life. Sulistitution! The fact is Unit there are an un counted number of mothers who, after 1hey havo navigated a large family of children through all the diseases ol in fancy and got them fairly star;ed up the flowering slope of boyhood and girlhood, have only strength enough left to die. They fade away. Some call it consumption, somo call it nerv ous prostration, some call it intermit tent or malarial disposition, but I call it martyrdom of the domestic circle. Life for life. Blood for blool. Sub stitution! A Mother's Hurrltlup. Or perhaps the mother lingers long enough to soo a son got on the wrong road, and his former kindness heroines rough reply when she expresses anxi ety about bin. But she goes right on, looking carefully after his apparel, remembering his every birthday with some momento, und when ho is brought home worn out with dissipation nurses him till he gets well and starts hiin again and hoes and expects and prays and counsels and suitors until her i strength gives out and she fails. She is going, and attendants, lionding over ' her pillow, ask her if she has any mes- sage to leave, and she makes great ef fort to say something, but out of three or four minutes of Indistinct utterance ! they can catch but throe words "My ' poor Isiy!" The slmplo fact Is she died for Him. Life for life. Sulis'itution! AlKjut thirty-three years ago there went forth from our homes hundreds of thousands of men to do battle for their country. All the poetry or war I soon vanished and left them nothing j but tho terrible prose. They waded knee doej) in mud. They slept in snow banks. They marched till their cut feet tracked tho earth. They wore swindled out of their honest rations and lived on meat not fit for a dog. They had jaws all fractured, and eyes extinguished, and limbs shot away. I Thousands of them cried for water as , they lay dying on the field the night i after tho battwi and got it not. They wore homesick and received no mes- , sago from their loved ones. Thoy died in hams, In bushes, in ditches, the buz zards of the summer heat the only at tendants on their obsequies. No one but the Infinite God, who knows everything, know tho ten thou sandth part of the length and breadth and depth and heightof angufch of the Northern and Southern battlefields. Why did these fathers leave their chil dren and go to the front, and why did these young men, postponing the mar riage day. start out into the proba bilities of never coming back? For the country they died. Life for life. Blood forliloed. Substitution! Ifut v neetf not go bo lar. What is that monument in Greenwood? It is to the doctors wno fell in the Southern epidemics. Why go? Were there not enough sick to be attended in these northern latitudes? Oh, yes, but the do tor puts a tew medical books in his valise and some viale of medicine, and leaves his patients lie re in the hands of other physicians, and. takes the rail train. Before he gets to the infected regions he passes crowded rail trains, regular and extra, taking the flying ami affrighted populations. He ar rives in a city over which a great hor ror is brooding. He goe from couch to couch, feeling of pulse and studying of symptoms, and prescribing day after day, night after night, until a fellow physician says: "Doctor, you had better go home and rest. You look misera ble." ' But he cannot rest while so many are suffering. On and on until some morning finds him in a delirium, in which he talks of home and then rises and says he must go and look aer those patients. He is told to lie down, but he fights his attendants until he falls back and is weaker and weaker and dies for people with whom he had no kinship, and far away from his own family, and is hastily put away in a stranger's tomb, and only the filth part of a newspaper lino tells us of his sac rifice -his name just mentioned among five. Yet He has touched the furthest height of sublimity in that three weeks of humanitarian service. He goes straight as an arrow to t he bosom of Him who said. "1 was sick, and ye visited me." Life for life. Blood for blood. Substitution! Some of our modern theologians who want to give God lessons about the best way to save the world tell us they do not want any blood in their redemp tion. They wantto take this horse by the bit and hurl him back on his haunches and tell this rider from Hoz rah to go around some other way. Look out, lest ye fall under the Hying hoofs of this horse: lest ye go down under the sword of this con uurer from Boz rah! What meant the blood of the pigeons in the old dispensation, the blood of the bullock, the blood of the heifer, the blood of the lamb? It meant to prophesy the cleansing blood, the pardoning blood of this con queror who comes up from Bozrah, "traveling in the greatness of his Strength." , I catch a handful of the red torrent that rushes out from the heart of the Lord, and I thow it. over this audi ence, hoping that one drop of its cleansing power may come u on your soul. O Jesus, in that crimson tide wash our souls! We accept Thy sacri fice! Conqueror of Bozrah. have mercy upon us! We throw our garments in the way! We fall into Vine! Hide on, Jesus, ride on! "Traveling, traveling in the greatness of Thy strength." But after awhile the returning con queror will reach the gate, and all the armies of the saved will be with Him. I hope you will be there and I will be there. As we go through the gate and around about the throne for tho re view, "a great multitude that no man can number" all Heaven can toll without asking right away which one is Jesus, not only because of the bright ness of His face, but because, while all the other inhabitants in glory are robed in white saints in white, cherubim in white, seraphim in white His robes shall bo scarlet, even the dyed gar ments of Bozrah. I catch a glimpse of that triumphant joy, but the gate opens and shuts so quickly I can hear only half a sentence, and it is this: ''Unto Him who hath washed us in His blood!" An All-Inrpoe Ilorsr. To the average farmer an all-Dur-I ose horse or term is an absolute ne cessity economy and general utility considered. The theory that farm ers must ne essarlly h ive iargc horses, weighing 1,1)00 to I.kiw pounds, had a long and Impartial trial, but after due delilieratlon It was pronounced Impracticable. Mot fanners do not need or require a horse of huge di mensions, and not many farmers can afTurd to keep specialty teams and riding horses. The farmer usually desires a horse or team that will an swer all purposes: that is, work to the sod breaker, the nicwer, the hay rake, the farm wagon, the light or spring wagon, the Duggy, and the road cart Now, there are many who, of necessity, require all those desirable qualities of th ir limited number of horses. This work may be sat sfa tory, or it may be p rformed in such a way as to g ve only pa-tial satisfaction, owing tn the kind of horses cm ploved. If the number of horses be limited, as la usually the rase, it is easily seen that the heavy draught horse will not answer the purpose to any reasonable drgree of satisfaction. This style of horse Is emphatically a specialty hore: and as such, not tho kind tho average farm er should own. In his special sphere tho heavy draught horse Is both use ul and profitable, but, outside th s sphere, he cannot work to tho sat sfaction of his ownor. Yet for the heavy draught horse there Is a good market and a steady demand, and generally at figures that are remunerative, l or tho farmer tho most profitable horso is neither tho largest nor tho small est, but one of tliat weight and sym metry which will enable him to per form all kinds of work; he should weigh from 1,150 pounds to 1,250 pounds. Tribune. Tub really efficient laborer will be found not to unduly crowd his day with work, but will saunter to his task, surrounded by a wido halo of ease and comfort THE COMMERCIAL BANK. ESTABLISHED 1888. Harrison, B. X. Brkwstkr, President. D. H. GRISWOLD, Cashisr. AUTHORIZED CAPITAL. $50 000. Transacts a General Banking Business, CORRESPONDENTS: AmuOAR Exchange National Bank, New York, UiuTW) States National Bank, Omaha, First National Bank, Chadro. Interest 'Paid on Time Deposits. tVDRAFTS SOLD ON ALL PARTS OP EUROPE. THE PIONEER Pharmacy, J. E. PHINNEY, Proprietor. Pure Drugs, Medicines, Paints, Oils and Varnishes. W ARTISTS' MATERIAL. School Supplies. Prescriptions Carefully Compounded Day or Night. SIUIORS & SMILEY, Harrison, Nebraska, Real Kstate Agents, Have a number of bargains in choice land in Sioux county. Parties desiring to estate should call on School Lands leased, taxes paid for non-residents; farms rented, oto. CORRESPONDENTS SOLICITED. Nebraska. , C. F. Corm, Vioa-Pi ta7BKTJ8BES. buy or sell real not fail to them. L i i f 1 i! i 1 r I f f i i rve . ... . FT i.
