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The Sioux County Journal,
VOLUME VI.
HAKKISON, NEBRASKA, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 6, 1894.
NUMBER 52. s
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TALM AGE'S SERMON.
CHRIST'S COMPASSION ANO MIR
ACLE FOR THE WIDOW.
. lr. Talmata Fravhn I'pua ttu At
tribute, of 1'hrl.t Heboid the Mu and
the Uod I onifort fur llrnUMl Baals
Keaurrertloa Hosdrr.
He Wu an Only Hon.
Rev. Dr. Talmage, wbolsnow in Au
stralia on bin round the world tour,
has selected ag the sub eet for hi sr
nion through the pre this week, "An
Only Son," th tet chosen being Luke
vii, "Now, when he came nigh
to the pate of the city, behold, there
was a dead man carried ovit, trio only
son of bin mother, and she was a widow
and much people of the city wus with
her. And when the Lord saw her He
had compassion on her and wild unto
her, . Weep not. And lie came and
touched the bier, anc' ioy that iari
h.m stood still. And lie said, Young
mail, 1 nay unto thee ari e. And bo
tint was dead tat up an 1 begun to
speak. And He adhered him to his
nioiher.''
The text culls us to stand attho gale
or tho city o, Nal .. The streets are
a-rush with lninin f and guyety, an I
the ear is dca ened with the hammers
of mechanism and the wheels o; trallie.
VVork, with its thousand ai-ms and
thousand eyes and thousand feet, uils
all the street, when suddenly the
rowd pal-Li. tti.d a itinera! pa se,. Bo
tween the wheels o! work and pleatiuro
there comes along ro essiouo: mourn
ing .op:o Who i.i it? A triller says:
"oh. il a hoi hing but a funeral. It ma:
b:ive rume up ronitho bospilul of t l.e
pity, or the almshouse, or miiiic low
place 01" the town '' but cot so says the
serious observcr
There are .o many evidences of dire
bereavement, that we knew at the tjt
glance come one lias been taken away
greatly brioved, and to our inquiry
"Who u this that is carried out with,
ho many o.lu e o i.indness and a ec
tion?" tiie n' ly comes, "The only sou
ot hit mother, ana she a widow.'
htan 1 back ami let the procession
I out: Hns.i ail the oices of mirth
and plcasm e l et every hea l tie un
co ered! Weep with this passing pro
cosioii. and iei it le t'd through all
tho ii arket la en and ha.uai-s of Nain
that in alilee today the eepulcher
ha !) gaiherei to Itself '-the only mm
o h b mo her. and s'ne a w dow."
Tnere are two or ih eo thi.igs that
in my mind, gt.e esecial nuth- a ui
this scene. The first 19, he Wila a younr"
inun that wan being- carried out. To
the a;ed deaih UrcoineN lieautilu . The
old mun halts nd panta alonj,' the load
where once he li'iun le I like the roe.
r som tiie midst ofiuime eable ailment
and Horronx he i l ies out, "Hew lontf,
O 1 or.l. how Ion:-" Footsore and
hnrriiy fpstead on the hot ;ouiney, ho
wants to (,et homo. Ho nits in the
(hurchand miis with a tremulous
vo co some tune ho sang forty years
tiL'o, aru on;j-to oin the better as
Bem blithe o, tlieone hundred and forty
and lour thousand, and Iho thousaniis
of thotisands who have passed the
IUmjiI. How sweetly ho sleeps the last
peep: lush lack tho white locks
from the wrhiklod temples. They will
never aihe ayain. 1 old the hands
over the Htill hea t. They will never
toil rgain. ( lose g-ntly the eyes,
'ihey will never weep aif in.
A !tlitlirr' llfri'K tr nii-nf.
' Hut this mun that, I am apeakinj,' of
want younjr man. He was ust nutt'nir
on the armor of life, and he was exult
ing to think how his sturdy blows
would rin out alxive the clangor of
the battle. Isupose ho had a xounsr
n an hopes, a young man's ambitions. !
and a vOuiiK man's eourate. He said ;
"it 1 II. e many years. I will foed the
hungry ami e.othe tho naked. In this
city of ,-ain, where there are so many
bud young men, 1 will no sober, and
honest, ai d pure, and magnan mous,
l nd my mother shall nover be ashamed
of me." Hut all these prospects are
1 lasteo in one hour. There he parses
lifeless in the procession. Hehold all
that, is left on earth of the high
h wai ted yoi ng man of the city of Nam.
mere is another thing that adds
very much to this sot ne, and that is he
wua an only mwl However large the
family Hock may bo, wo never could
think of soaring one of the lambs.
Ihouth they may all have their faults,
they all have their excellences that
commend them to the parental heart,
and if il were percmtortly dera inded of
you to day that vou thouldylo.d up one
ot your chiluren out of a very large
family you would be confo nded, and
you could not make a selection. But
this wan an only ton, around whom
gathered al. the parental expectations.
How much care in his education. How
much caution In watchi g bin habits
He would carry down the name to
o.ber tin ea. He would have entire
control of tho family pi open y long af
ter the parent, had gone to their last
row rd. He would stand in society a
thinker, a worker, a philanthiopist, a
Christian. No no. It is all ended.
He nolo him tho e. Hreath ii none.
Life I. extinct. The only son of bis
mother.
An Oaty Man. ,
There was one other thin? that
added to the pathos of this scene, and
mat was nis motner was a widow. The
main hope of a home had been broken.
and now he was come up to be the
taif. Tho chief light of tho house
hold bad been extiniful.bed, and this
was the only llgnt left. 1 nuouoae she I
oiten oaia, loomi g at him, "There are
only two of us." oh. it la a grand
thing to see a young man step out in
life i nd say to hli mother. "Don't be
downhearte (. i will, as far as possi
ble., take father's place, and as long as
1 live you shall never want anything."
ills not always that way, hometlmes
th young people get tired of the old
people. 1 hey say they are tiueer that
they have so many ailmeate. And tltev
otaetlates wish them out ot tho way,
iAyoun'm''nm,hii'wlfe Sllt Bt the
table, tueir little icn on the door play
ing beneath the table. The old father
waa very o.d. and his hand shook, to
they aaid, "Vou sbal no more alt with
us at the table." And 30 they gave
him a plaeo in the corner, where day
by ay he ate out of an earthen bowel
everything ut into that bowl One
day his hand trembled so much he
oro pnd it, and it booke, and the son,
seated at the elegant table in midf'oor,
said to bis wito, "Now, we il get
father a wooden lxwl, and that ho
can't break." Ho a woo. en bowl was
obtained, and every day old grand
father ate out ol t hat, sitting in the
coiner. Ono day, while the elegant
young man and his wie were heated
at their table, with chased silver and
all the luxuries, and their little son
sat ujMin tho floor, they saw the lad
whitting, am they saia, "My son,
wh t are you doing there 'with that
kni.e'-" "oh," said h3. "I - I'm mak
ing a trough for my father and mother
to eat out of when they I o : ."
Hut this young man ol the text was
not o that rhara W. Ho did not
belong to thtit school. I can tell it
from the wuv the,- mourned over him.
He was to be tho mm, anion of his
mother. He was to bo his mo' her's
protector. Ho woul i return now some
of the kindnesses ho had received in
tho days o: chi dlioed and boyhood.
Aye, ho wou d with h's sir n haul
ill hod that orm already enfeebled
with age. Will ho do it ' No. Inonu
hour all that remise of ho'p and i o u
panioihip ia gone. Tie ru is a world
of uriL'iii-di in that one short plin.se,
"1 ho oi y son of his mother, and she
a w idow."
Now, my friends, it was uwnu this
scene that ( hi ist broK '. He e me in
w itho.it any inti odin t on. He sto pi d
the procession, lie had only two ut
toranei s to unike - the one to tho
mourning mother, the other to the
dead He erica out, to tho mourning
ore: "Wee not,'' and tlieli tou h tig
the bier on which the son lay, he cried
out "Yo ng man, 1 say unto thee
arise! And lie that was dead sa'. up. ''
lir.nl t'u- !Vf i.
I learn two or three things fro n thU
sub ect, and first that C.'nrist was a
man. Von see l ow that sorrow played
U on all tho chorda o: li s heart. 1
thnk we forget this o;ten. ( hrst
w s a man moro certainly than you
are, for He was a per cct man. . o
sailor ever slej.t in ship's hammock
ti:o e soutall; than Chrbt blct in that
lout on llennosa ct. In e.ery nerve
and muscle and I one t nd fiber o. His
Isxiy, in every emotion and al eetiou
of His heart, in every action aril de
cision of His mind Ho was u man.
He looked oi upon the seujustas
i.i.. vi... t . -J i......
o i lio; o i upon tho waters. He went
Ha nt hh you go ir.to
a cottage. Hu 1 reatlied hard when
' He w. s tired ust as you do when you
are exhausted. He felt after sleeping
I out a night in the storm just like yoii
do when j ou have been exno t d to a
tempest. It was ;ut as humiliating
for Him to beg bread as it would fie for
u)u to become a ) an per. He felt ust
as much in tilted by being sold for . 0
pieces of silver as you would if you
we; sold for tiie price of u dog. i roin
the crown o tho head to the sole of
tin? loot He was a man. When the
thor, h were twisted lor His brow, the
hurt Him just as much us they hurt
your brow, if the were twisted for it.
He took t:tt U on Him the nature of
ange s, lio took on I! m tho seed of
Abraham. "Kcco homo." --behold the
man!
hriKt I ll ;r'l.
Hut 1 must alsodraw from this sub. ect
that Ho was a (Joel. Suppose that tt
mun should attempt to break up it
funeral obso uy. Ho would be Fei.ed
by tho luw. ho would lie mprinoned. if
ho were not actually slain i y the mob
before the o i cers cou d secure hitn.
If Christ had' been a mere raort 1.
wo dd he have a right to come in upon
such a t recession? Would Ho ha o
succeeded in His in erruption? lie
w. more than a man, for when Ho
cried out. " "i say unto ihco arise ' ho
that was dead sat up. " What excite
ment thoro must have been there
abouts! The body had lain prostrate.
It had leen mo. uned over with agoni.-
ing tears, and yet now it begins to move
in tho shroud, "and to bo i.i shed with
life, and attho command of Christ ho
rises up and looks into the faces of the
astonished spectators.
Oil, ibis was tho work of a God! I
hoar it in His voice. I see It in the
Hush of His eye. I behold in the
snapping of death's shackles. I soo it
In the laco of tho rising sli.mberer. I
hear it in the outcry of all those who
were spot tutors of the scene. If, when
I see my Lord Jesus Christ mourning
with the bereaved, I put my hands on
His shoulders a d say, "My hr, ther,"
now that I hear Him proclaim su er
natural deliverances I lo;k up Into His
face and hay w.th Thomas, "My Lord
and my Cod." Do you not think He
was a God A great muny peoule do
not believe that, and they com.roml e
the matter, or they think they
compromise it. They say He was a
very good man. but Ho was not a God.
Th it is impossible. He vas either a
God or a wretch, and I will prove It.
ff a man professes to Imi that which he
is not, what (s He.' Ho is a liar, an
Impostor, a hypocrite. That is your
unanimous verdict. Now, Christ pro
fessed to be a God. He said over and
over again He was a God, took the at
tributes of a God and assumed the
works and o i ces of a Cod. Dare you
now say He was noty Tie was a God,
or He was a wretch. Choose yo.
Na Wan Dtolne.
Do you think I cannot prove by this
Bible that He was a God? If you do
not believe this Bible, of cou so there
is no need of my talking to you. There
is no common data rom which to s.art.
Suppose you do be leve it? Then X
can demon tra e that He was dl .ne 1
can prove Ho was creator, John i, 3,
"All things wore made by Him, and
without Him was not anything made
that was made." He was otornal,
Hevelatlon xxil, 1.1, "I am Alpha and
Omega, the beginning and the end,
lirt and the last " I can prove that
He wh omnipotent, Hebrews t. iO,
"The heavens are the work of thine
'hands' I can prove He was omni-
cient, ,iobn n, zj, "He knew what was
; in man." Oh, yes, he is a God. He
c eft the sea. tie upheaved the crys
talline walls along which the Israelites
marched. He planted the mountains,
j He raises up government) and casts
down thrones and marcl.es across na
tions and across worlds and across the
, diverse, eternal, omnipotent, unhin
i cred, and unabashed. That hand that
. was nailed to the cross holds the stars
in a leash of love. That head that
dropped on the bosom in fainting and
. death shall make tho world quake at
; its nod. The voice that grossed in
tho last pang shall swear before the
trembling world that time shall be no
longer. Ob, do not insult the common
I seno of the race by telling us that this
. person was only- a man, In whose pros
. ence the paralytic arm was thrust out
: well, uud tho do ils crouched, and the
; )r; -' s dropped iheir sea'es, and the
; tempests folded their wings, and the
i boy s satchel of a few loaves made a
banquet for ,';,h0: i, and the sad proces
sion ot my text broke up in cong, atulu
tion and Iiosanmi!
j ' I'lirlMt in Time of Trimble.
Ae:iin, 1 learn from this aub'ect that
Christ was a sympai hi-er. Mark you,
this w s a city unural. In the coun
! try. when the bell tolls, they Know all
: about it for live mi esaround, and they
I know what was the matter with tho
man, how old lie was, and what were
: his li st e porienoes. They know with
what temporal prospects he has le.t
j his family. There is no haste, there
is no imio' en -y in the o se uies.
: There is nothing done as a n.ero tnat-
tr ol busine s. Kven the children
; come out as tho procession j asses, and
look s I pa'heti aliy, an I the tree
; shadows seem to deepen, and tho
: brooks weep n sy.i pathy as tho pro
c! ssioii goes by. but. mark you, this
that I a, u s e.ik'ns of was a city un
er.il. to j. real cit es Hie cart jostles
the hearse, and there are iiirti'i and
: gi ;dne uud ; uditierence as the ween
ing pro es-don -oes by. Li this city of
. uiu il was .t com ; on thing to have
trouble and bereavement and death.
Christ saw it o.-ery d.iy ther -. i'er
lifciw that very hour there were
others being carried o it, bat this ire-
uency of troub.e did not harJen
Cliri tV heart at all. He .-topped right
out. un I lie saw this mourner, and He
h ul compassion on her, an i He said,
"Weep not."
Now. 1 ha ic to toll you, oh bruitol
sou's, and there are many everywhere
have y.iu e.er lookisd over aii great
aud.euee and noli od how any shad
ows oi sonow there are.-' 1 ionic to all
such and say, "( hi 1st, meets vou, and
He lias com passion on you, and He says,
v eo,i not.
Perhaps with some it
is i.nancuil trout) e. '-( in," vou say
:t i such a frilly thing' for a man to
cry over lo t money." Is it?
Kuppo e you had a la- ge fortune, and
all )u urii.'s brought to your table and
your wardrobe was fall, an i your home
was beautiful by music, and sculpture,
and painting, and ttiroiitred bv tho ele
gant and edu-ated, and then tomo
rough misfortune should striKO you in
the la o and trample yo r tre Hiires
and taunt your children ior their lauod
dress, and send you into the commer
cial ci'-eles an underling where once
you waved a scepter oi' gold. Do you
think you would cry then.J I th nk you
would. Hut Christ comes and meets
all such to day. He se -a all the straits
in which you have been thrust. Ho
observes the sneer of that man who
once wui proud to walk in your shadow
and glad to get your help. He sees
the protetol nole, tho uncunce'ed
judgment, the foreclosed mortgage, the
heartbreaking exaiPeration, and ho
says "Weep not. I own the euttie on
a thousand hil.s. I will never let you
starve. From my hand the fowls of
Heaven pov k all their food. And will j
l let you starve." fevor-no,
child, never."
my
MrtHti-r of thn Grave.
Perhaps it may be a living hoine
trouble that you cannot speak about to
yo r best lriend. It may be some do
mestic iinhup dnoss. It may be an evil
suspicion. It may be the d.sgracu fol
lowing in tho loot tepn of a son that is
wayward, or a companion who is cruel,'
or a lather that will not do right, and
for years there may have been a vul
ture striking its beak into the vitals of
your soul, and you sit there to day fool
ing it is worse than death. Jt is. it
is worse than death. And yet thoro is
relief. Though the night may be the
blackest, though the voices of hell may
tell you to curse Cod and die, look up
and hear tho voice that accosted the I
woman of the text as it says, "Ween
not.'
F.rih li.i do sorrow
Thai. Ltiaven tauuut cure.
I learn again from all this that Christ
is tbe mas. or of the grave. Just out
side the gate of the city Death and
Christ measured lances, and when the
young man rose Death dropped. .Now
we are sure of our resurrection. Oh,
what a scene it was when that young
man came back! The mother never
expected to hear him speak again.
How the tears started and how her
hoart throbbed as she said, "oh, my
son, my son, my son " And that scene
is going to be repeated. It Is going to
ho repeated iO.Onotimes. These broken
family cliv les have got to como to
getiier. These extinguished house
hold lights have got to he rekindled.
There will be a stir in the family lot
in the cemetery, and there will ' bo a
rush into life at the command, "Young
man, I say unto thee arise!" As the
child shakes off the dust of the tomb
and comes loith fresh and fair and
beautiful, and you tnrow your arms
around it and press It to your heart,
angel to angel will repeat tho
story of ixaln, "He delivered
him t- his mother." Did you
notice that passage in the text as I
read it' "Ho delivered him to bis
mother." Oh. ye troubled souls! Oh,
ye who h'ive lived to see every pros
pect blasted, pee ed, sc Utered, ton
turned: Wait a little. The i eod time
of tears will become tho wheat harvest.
In a clime cut of no wintry blast, under
a sky palled bv no hurtling te.i peat,
and amid redeemed ones that weep
not thi t part not, that oia not, friend
wiU oometo friend, sod kindred will
join kindred, and the long prooeMiem
that marches the avenues of gold will
lift up their palms as again and again
it is announced that the same one who
came to the relief of this woman of tho
text came to the relief of many a ma
ternal heart aud repeated th) wonder
of resurrection, and "delivered him to
his mother." Oh. that will be the har
vest of tho world. That will be the
coronation of princes. That will be
the Habbab of eternity.
THRIVING ON PERSECUTION.
The Gypftle. of Uuoc.rj Still MeJatala
Tbelr Ancient C UMtoui UuehanaeoL
In Hungary tbe-e are, according
to a rough estimate, about 1. 0,000
gypsies, vagabonds who wander about
tbe country wilb tbeir carts and
horses accompanied by their women
and children; and though at one
time persecuted as unbelievers, and
hunted to death as sorcerers and
poisoners, the cruel edicts which en
joined such treatment were never
by ui pat hi ed in by the Hungarian
people. The result is. as we learn
lroiu "The Peoples of tbe World,"
that the gypsies hae im reused and,
in their own thriitless, s iualid lash
ion, prospered, despite the hard usage
they have received at the hands of
tbeii- rulers, inde d, tbe Hungarian
kings have more loan once protected
them as a ' poor wandering people
without a country, and whom all the
world rejected," and granted them
safe conducts to go wherever seemed
good to them, with their troops
of donkeys and horses. Joseph IL
of Austria tried to settle them as
agriculturists, and bad huts built i f
them. Put instead ol ocx pying tbe
comfortable dwellings themselves,
they stabled their cattle in them and
pitched the r tents outside. Then,
to prevent their corn Horn sprouting,
they boiled it before sowing; and
tho gh their childieti were taken
lroin them and trained up into habits
of work under Magyar and German
peasants, the ewddiings soon escaped
anl joitied their parents, without
having learned anything from their
loici ble apprenticeship to civ II i, ation.
It is ailii uied that a gypsy, who had
a t ally risen to the rank of an of
ficer in the An tnao army,' di ap
peared one day, and was found six
months afterward with a baud ol
Z ngari encamped on the heath. A
young Kloviii'k pea-ant fell in iove
with and married a irvusv trirl. but in
I his absence she e-caped to the wood.
i ana , jvuen a scoveted wasitrfug
under the skies, and feeding on
i hedgehogs, alter the fashion of the
race from whom bhe had been taken.
The Abbe Lis t, charmed, with the
I tuleot for mudc dl played by a gypsy
boy, took him to Paris aiid tried to
; train the lit tle lad. Hut all In vain.
; The moment he $aw his own people
I in Vjenna his delight was inds crib
i anle; there was no longer an hope of
! keeping him under the restraint of
polite life.
ilud I coin well Livojl.
Cromwell's unparalleled rise to su
preme power and the moral tjue-tions
that strange rise suggests; the question
whether his relig ous p ofessions were
sincere and his intent ons in life up
right; these we have' found interest
ing, partly because tbef-do not re
quire us to travel beJ'OTiftour' insular
frontiers. Hub we . can not-estimate
his foreign policy without uderst..nd
ing, besides English affairs,, the posi
tion and policy of Ma.arin, and tarl
Gustay. and Ph lip IV. of Spain. To
estimate it rightly, we must' under
stand the war of Prance and Hja.n,
which dragged on from the Peace of
Westphalia to the 1'eace ot the Py
renees. Ivow this chapter of Cont nental
history sea cely comes w, thin that
part of Continental h story which we
think it neiessary to master. And
yet it is ust In those years that Eng
land was dosely linked with the
Continent through the strange, id
venturous, and original policy of the
Lord Prote t r. It was not for noth
ing that he made England a military
.hP armv llnnn whi h hl(1 ,.',
I LiTh"l A hJS 8UPrenje
,-iaie. lie intended the
....... ..
power rested, to execute far-reach ng
plans which he had conceived. He
had a passionate anti-Spanish feeling,
and he had a great pan evangel cal
idea, such us might naturally have
grown up in a mind which united so
strangely rellg ous exaltation with
comprehensive statesmanship
Ho pushed these s hemes far
enough to leave an indelible mark on
English history; but If, in tead of dy
ing at bo, he had reached the three
score years and ten, still more it he
had antic patcd the aged Premier
who recently have been seen' ruling '
England at four-score years. We can
see how far Brit.sh policy might have
been deflected from the line it has
at tually pursued. This is to suppose
that the military ,' tote had struck
root and bad endured ten or twenty
years longer in England than It
actually old. In that time, It is easy
to see, tho antl . Spanish passion might
have carried us far, and the pao
evantrelical Idea might have borne
strange fruit Sir J. K, Heeler in
The Contemporary I evlew. ' '
It takes more religion to behave
well In summer than iu winter.
Time is tbe only thing that will
help trouble and creaking hoes,
A womav Is always look i bg up
things which it breaks her heart to
see. ,
Bkcaik you only bear 'talk about
others, don't Imagine thai yoa
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