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The Sioux County Journal,
HARRISON, NEBRASKA, THURSDAY, AUJ. 8, 1895.
TALM AGE'S SERMON.
HE PREACHES ON A RELIGION
FOR ORDINARY PEOPLE.
Ha Asks Attention to the Rank and
File Bather than to the Few-The
Disadvantages of Being Conspicuous
The Blessing of Content.
Gospel of Content.
Rev. Dr. Talmage, who is still absent
od bis annual midsummer tour, preaching
and lecturing, prepared for last Sunday
a sermon on "Plain People," a topic
which will appeal to a very large majority
of readers anywhere. The text selected
was Romans zrl., li, 15, ".Salute Asyn
critus, Phlegon, Hennas, Patrobas,
Hermes, Pbilulogus and Julia."
Matthew Henry, Albert Barnes, Adam
Clark, Thomas Scott and all the com
mentators pass by those verses without
any especial remark. The other twenty
people mentioned in the chapter were dis
tinguished for something and were there
fore discussed by the illustrious expos
itors, but nothing is said about Asyn
critus, Phlegon, Hernias, Patrobas,
Hermes, Pliilologtis and Julia. Where
were tbey born? No one knows. Where
did they die? There Is no record of
their decease. Tor what were they dis
tinguished? Absolutely for nothing, or
the trolt of character would have been
brought out by the apostle. If they had
been very intrepid or opulent or hirsute
or musical of cadence or crass of style or
in anywise anomalous, that feature would
hare been caught by the apostolic camera.
Hut they were good people, because Paul
sent to them his high Christian regards.
They were ordinary people, moving In
ordinary sphere, attending to ordinary
duty and meeting ordinary responsibili
ties. What the world wants is a religion for
ordinary people. If there be In the Uni
ted States 05,000,000 people, there are
certainly not more than l,0UO,0fX) extra
ordinary, and then there are 04,000,000
ordinary, and we do well to turn our
backs for a little while upon the distin
guished and conspicuous people of the
Bible and consider In our text the seven
ordinary. We spend too much of our
time Id twisting garlauda for remarks
bles and building thrones for magnates
and sculpturing warriors and apotheo
sizing philanthropists. The rank and file
of the Iord s soldiery need especial help.
The fast majority of people to whom
this sermon comes will never lead an
army, will never write a State Constitu
tion, will never electrify a Senate, will
never make an important invention, will
never introduce a uew philosophy, will
never decide the fate of a nation. You
do not expect to; you do not want to.
You will not be a Moses to lead a nation
out of bondage. You will not be a Joshua
to prolong the daylight until you can shut
five kings in a cavern. You will not be
a St. John to unroll an apocalypse. You
will not be a Paul to preside over an
apostolic college. You will not be a Mary
to mother a Christ You will more proba
bly be Asyncrilus or Phlegon or Hennas
or Patrobas or Hermes or Pholologus or
Heads of Household. .
Many of you are women at the head of
households. This morning you launched
the family for the Hubbath observance.
Your brain decided the apparel, and your
judgment was final on all questions of
persona! attire. hvery morning you plan
for the day. The culinary department
of your household is in your dominion.
You decide all questions of diet. All the
sanitary regulations of your house are
under your supervision. To regulate the
food, and the apparel, and the habits and
decide the thousand questions of home
life is a lax upon your brain and nerve
and general health absolutely appalling
if there be no divine alleviation.
It does not help you much to be told
that Elizabeth Pry did wonderful things
mid the criminals of Newgate. It does
not help you much to be told that Mrs.
Judsou was very brave among the Bor-
nesian cannibals. It does not help you
much to be told that Florence Nightin
gale was very kind to the wounded in the
Crimea. It would be better for me to
tell you that the divine friend of Mary
and Martha is your friend, and that be
sees all the annoyances and disappoint
ments and abrasions and exasperations
of an ordinary housekeeper from morn till
night, and from the first day of the year
to the lust day of the year am! at your
call he is ready with help and re-en
An unthinking man may consider it
matter of little importance the cares of
the household and the economies of do
mestic life but I tell you the earth is
strewn with the martyrs of kitchen and
nursery. The health shattered woman
hood of America cries out for n God who
can help ordinary women in the ordinary
duties of housekeeping. The wearing
grinding, unappreciated work goes on
but the same Christ who stood on the
bank of Galilee In the early morning and
kindled the fire and had the fish already
cleaned and broiling when the sportsmen
stepped ashore, chilled and hungry, will
help every woman to prepare breakfast
whether by her own hand or the hand of
her hired help. 1 he od who made in
destructible eulogy of Hannah, who mad
a coat for Samuel, her son, and carried it
to the lemple every year, will help every
woman in preparing the family ward
robe. The God who opens the Bible with
the story of Abraham's entertainment
of the three angels on the plains of .Mum
re will help every woman to provide hos
pitality, however rare and embarrassing
I'rentatnre Old Age,
Then there are the ordinary business
men. They need divine and Christian
heln. When we begin to talk alsiut hum
ness life, we shoot right off and talk about
men who did business on a largo scale,
and who sold millions of dollars of goods
a vaar. but the vast majority of bust
ties men do not sell a million dollars of
goods, nor half a million, nor a quarter
of a mil Ion. nor the eighth part or a mil
lion. Put all the business men of our
cities, town and Tillages and neighbor
hoods side by side, and you will find that j
they sell less than $.'MM00 worth of goods.
All these men in ordinary business life
want divine help. Y'ou see how the wrin
kles are printing on the countenance the
story of worriment and care. You can
not tell how old a business man is by
looking at him. Gray hairs- at 30. A
man at 45 with the stoop of a nonogena
rian. No time to attend to improved den
tistry, the grinders cease because they
are few. Actually dying of old age at
40 pr 50 when tbey ought to be at the
Many of these business men have bod
ies like a neglected clock. The human
clock has simply run down. And at the
time when the steady hand ought to be
pointing to the industrious hours on a
clear and sunlit dial the whole machinery
of body, mind and earthly capacity stops
forever. The cemeteries have thousands
of business men who died of old age at
.10, 35, 40, 45.
The Beat Kind of Grace.
Now, what is wanted is grace divine
grace for ordinary business men, men
who are harnessed from morn till night
and all the days of their life harnessed
in business. Not grace to lose I100,0),
but grace to lose $10. Not grace to super
vise employes in a factory, but grace
to supervise the bookkeeper and two sales
men and the small boy that sweeps out
the Btorc. Grace to invest not the $S0,-
000 of net profit, but the t'l.M) of clear
gain. Grace not to endure the loss of a
whole shipload of spices from the Indies.'
but grace to endure the loss ot a paer of
collars from the leakage of a displaced
shingle on a poor roof.
(irace not to endure the tardiness of the
American Congress in passing a neces
sary law, but grace to endure the tardi
ness of an errand boy stopping to play
marbles when he ought to deliver the
goods; such a grace as thousands of bus
iness men have to-riuy, keeping them tran
quil whether goods sell or do not sell,
whether customers pay or do not pay,
whether the tariff is up or tariff is down,
whether the crops are luxuriant or a dead
failure, calm in nil circumstances and
amid nil vicissitudes that is the kind of
grace we want. Millions of men want It,
and they may have it for the asking.
Tillers of the Boll.
Then there are ull the ordinary fann
ers. ' We talk about agricultural life, and
we Immediately shoot off to talk about
(,'incinnatus. the patrician, who went
from the plow to a high position, and
after he got through the dictatorship in
twenty-one days went back again to the
nlow. What encesjragement is that to
ordinary farmers? The vast majority of
them, none of tha, will be patricians
Perhaos none of them will be Senators
If any of them have dictatorships, It will
be over forty or fifty or one hundred acres
of the old homestead. What those men
wnnt is grace to keep their patience while
plowing with balky oxen and to keep
cheerful amid the drought that destroys
the corn eron and that enables them to
restore the garden the day after the
neighlstr's cattle have broken in and
trampled out the strawberry bed and gone
through the lima bean patch and eaten up
the sweet corn in such large quantites
that they must be kept from the water
lest thev swell up and die; grace In eaten
ing weather that enables them without
Imprecation to spread out the bay the
third time, although again and again and
again It has been almost ready for the
mow: a grace to doctor the cow witn a
hollow horn, and the sheep wttn tne loot-
rot, and the horse with the distemper,
and to compel the unwilling acres to yield
a livelihood for the family, and scliooimg
for the children, and little extras to help
the older boy in business, and something
for the daughter's wedding outfit, find a
little surplus for the time when the an
kles will get stiff with age and the breath
will be a little short, and the swinging
of the cradle through the hot harvest
field will bring on the old man's vertigo.
Better close up about Cineiunntu. 1
know 500 farmers just as noble a he
What they want is to know that they
hRve the friendship of that Christ who
often drew his similes from the farmer's
life, as when he said, "A sower went
forth to sow," as when he built his best
parable out of the scene of a farmer's
boy coming back from his wanderings,
and the old farmhouse shook that night
with rural jubilee, and who compared
himself to a lamb in the pasture field,
and who said the eternal (iod is a farm
er, declaring, "My Father is the husband
man." Those stonemasons do not want to
hear about Christopher Wren, the archi
tect, who built St. Paul's Cathedral. It
would be better to tell them how to
carry the hod of brick up the ladder
without slipping, and how on a cold
morning with the trowel to smooth ofl
the mortar and keep cheerful, and how to
be thankful to God for the plain food
taken from the pail by the roadside.
Carpenters standing amid the udx, am!
the bit, and the plane, and the broadux
need to be told that Christ was a cur
penter, with his own hand wielding saw
and hammer. Oh, this is a tired world,
and it is an overworked world, und it Is
:in underfed world, ami it is a wrung
out world, and men and womeu need to
know that there is rest and recuperation
in God and in that religion which was
not so much intended for extraordinary
people us for ordinary people, because
there are more of them.
Hciilcrs of the Kick.
The healing profession has had its
Abcrcroinbics and its Abcincthys and its
Valentine Molts anil Its Willard Par
kers, but the ordinary physicians do the
most of the world's mediclning, and
they need to understand that while tak
ing diag'uosls or prognosis or writing pre
scription or compounding medicament or
holding the delicate pulse of a dying child
they may have the presence and the dic
tation of the almighty doctor who took
the case of the mndman, and after ho had
torn off his garments In foaming demen
tia clothed him again, body and mind,
and who lifted tip the woman who for
eighteen years had been bent almost dou
ble with the rheumatism Into graceful
stature, and who turned the scabs of
leprosy. Into rubicund complexion, and
who nibbed the numbness out of paraly
sis, und who swung wide open tbt closed
windows of licredt'sry or accid-ntal
blindness until the turning light came
i reaming through the nVshly casements.
Mid who knows all the diseases and all
the remedies and all the herbs and all
the catholii'oiis, and is monarch of phar
macy and theraieiitics, and who has sent
out 10,0(10 doctors of whom the world
makes no record, but to prove that they
are angels of mercy 1 invoke the thou
sands of men whose ailments bave been
assuaged and the thousands of women
to whom in crises of pain they bave been
next to God in benefaction.
Come, now, let us have a religion for
ordinary people in professions, in occu
pations, in agriculture in the household,
in merchandise, in everything. I salute
across the centuries Asyncritus, Phlegon,
Hermas. Patrobas, Hermes, Pbilologus
First of all, if you feel that you are
ordinary, thank God tha,t you are not
extraordinary. I am tired and sick and
bored almost to death with extraordi
nary people. They take all their time to
tell us how very extraordinary they really
are. You know as well as I do, my broth
er and sister, that the most of the useful
work of the world is done by unpreten
tious people who toil right on. by people
who do not get niuch approval, and no
one seems to say, "That is well done."
Phenomena are of but little use. Things
that are exceptional cannot be depended
on. Better trust the smallest planet that
swings on its orbit than ten comets shoot
ing this way and that, imperiling the
longevity of worlds attending to their
own business. For steady illumination
better is a lamp tlmn a rocket. Then, if
you feel that you are ordinary, remember
that your position invites the less attack.
Conspicuous people how they have to
take it! I low they are misrepresnted and
abused and shot nt! The higher the horns
of a roebuck the easier to track him down.
What a delicious thing it must be to be
n candidate for President of the 1'nited
States! It must be so soothing to the
nerves! It must pour into the soul of u
candidate such a sense of serenity when he
reads the blessed newspapers!
I came Into the possession of the abus
ive cartoons in the time of Napoleon I.,
printed while he was yet alive. The re
treat of the army from Moscow, that
army buried In the snows of Hussia, one
of the most awful tragedies of the centu
ries, represented under the figure of a
monster called General Frost shaving the
French Kmperor with a razor of icicle.
' As Satyr and Beelzebub he Is represent
ed, page after page, page after page, Ku
gland cursing him, Spain cursing him,
Germany cursing him, Kussla cursing
him, Europe cursing him. North and
South America cursing hlra, the most
remarkable man of his day and the most
abused. AIL those men in history who
now have a halo around their name on
earth wore a crown of thorns.
Take the few extraordinary railroad
men of our time and see what abuse
comes upon tbem while thousands of
stockholders escape. All the world took
after Thomas Scott, president of the
Pennsylvania Railroad, abused him until
he got under the ground. Thousands of
stockholders in that company. All the
blame on one man. The Central Pacific
Railroad. Two or three men get an tne
blame if anything goes wrong
are 10,000 in that company.
I mention these tilings to prove it
extraordinary people who get
while the ordinary escape. 1 lie weiuner
of life is not so severe on the plain as it
is on the high peaks. The world never
forgives a man who knows or gains or
does more than it enn know or gain or do.
If, therefore, you feel that you are ordi
nary, thank God for the defenses and the
tranquility of your position.
A Contented Spirit.
Then remember, if you huve only what
is called an ordinary home, that the great
deliverers of the world have nil come
from such a home. And there may be
seated reading at your evening stand a
child who shall be potent for the ages.
Just unroll the scroll of men mighty iu
church ami state, and you will hud they
nearly all came fro log cabin or poor
home's. Genius almost always runs out
in the third or fourth generation, lou
cannot find In ull history an Instance
where the fourth generation of extraor
dinary people amount to anything. Co
lumbus from a weaver's hut, Demosthe
nes from il cutler's cellar, Btooinheld and
Missionary Carey from a shoemakers
bench, jtrkwright from a barbers shop,
and he whose name Is high over ull in
earth and air and sky from a manger.
Let us ull be content with such things
as we have. God is just as good in what
' Jie keeps away from us as in w nai n
I gives us. F.ven a knot may be useful if
! It is at the end of a thread. Oh, that we
; might be baptized with a contented spirit .
.irtoll nut of u tlowiT,
the bee gets honey "lit of a thistle, but
happiness in a heavenly elixir, and the
contented spirit extracts It not from the
rhododendron of the hills, but from the
lily of the valley.
A Meteoric Muss.
The simple, fanners of Chlmagu, a
MMuill settlement near Port Townsend,
I Wash., are reaching fr the rcc.nl with
j a tale of horror about a r,ooo-poiimi ine
I teor which fell near there a week ago
with all manner of weird phenomena.
The meteor was, of course, blinding,
ami when It exploded at a height of 5oO
yards ubove the earth It "en lined a ver
itable cyclone" of several minutes' du
ration. Then It bulled Itself In the
village pond, striking tin bottom wllll
such force Hint "Hie Jar broke crockery
in farm houses three miles distant."
Ten hours nflcr It fell Into the- pond the
water was bubbling and seething, und
"was found to be hot enough to cook
eggs." Careful dredging fulled to bring
up any fragments of the meteor, and
who knows but It Is still taring a hole
In the earth, and will conio out iu China
to cause renewal of hostilities by being
mistaken for a bombardment.
Voltaire was afraid to sleep In tho
dark, aud Invarlubly woke If bU candle
WHAT WOMEN WEAR.
STYLES FOR THOSE WHO WANT
TO LOOK PRETTY.
Fas hi on Notion that First Seem
Freakish Gradually Assert Their
Hsaaonablenesa Distinct Character
la Dress la Worth Attaining.
Hot Weather Mode.
ALF the new no
tions in dress fash
ions seem freakish
at the start, al
though most of
assert their reason
ableness before a
great while. There
Is one rule current
now that seems at
odds with sense at
first thought. It Is
that the woman
who has a blue
frock must have
for special wear
with It a green hat, and, likewise, the
other way around. Why? Because
exquisite dressers are doing so, and If
that Isn't a good enough reason, go
ahead and plan hat and dress to suit
yourself. But If you happen to have
a blue hat and a green dress, or the re
verse, you can take advantage of this
dictum, combine the same and In a
superior manner pretend the effect
was planned a-purpose. That Is the
real value of fashion to, as It were,
endow the private "fake" of the wise
woman with the cachet of public ap
proval. And, by the same token, the
fashion of the many Is always the mul-
tlpllcatlon of the same "fake" by a
Such decrees as to the colors to be
worn are followed easily enough, but
when the designer Indulges his fancy
freely in the manner of cut, the rule is
not easily followed. Thus, the dress
maker who planned the first pictured
gown must have had In mind a fine
pair of shoulders, for It Is but Ill-lined
with anything else, ami the style of
sleeves starting low on the arm should
be avoided by slender women. Given
the proper figure, however, and such
dresses will bear a distinct character
that is well worth attaining. This one
Is In figured silk, Its bodice having
tltted lining and fastening with hooks
at shoulder and sides. It has a deep
yoke shirred at the neck and pleated
sleeve caps, the trimming consisting ot
a corselet of contrasting color and ma
terial embroidered with colored span
gles. The sleeve caps finish with bands
of the same and straps of It come over
the shoulders. The collar, however, is
merely a plain band or the darker stuff.
Plain collars are to be seen occasion
ally on new dresses, and a novel fash
ion Is offered which Indicates that the
beswathed throat Is to be relieved. It
has the throat entirely bare, quite as If
the dress had all been finished but the
high choker collar. The style seems
trying, but the big collnrs hud been
elaborated beyond real beeomlngtioss,
and It Is time for a change. Some
models are finished with a rullle of laco
at the neck band, the ruffle falling back
loosely. A face needs to be well shaped
and the throat more than usually round
to stand this without an effect of an
becoming bareness. Neck are also
cnt out slightly square, a still mora
trying mode, but on that encourage
A COLLAR EFFECT THAT DOMINATES.
A UOX PLKAT'trFEtrT 1M1TATKI),
any touch of classic outline the wearer
Such arrangements seem more sensi
ble for the warm season thau that pre
sented In the second picture, though the
latter outnumber the others ten to one,
so must have more general liking. But
the distinctive feature of this waist.
and the one that dominates it, Is the
deep collar of Insertion-edged batiste.
the same stuff being used for the full
rest beneath which the lining hooka. A
band of the Insertion shows, too, on
each shoulder, while the draped collar
Is ornamented with small rosettes and
points of batiste. Three buttons are
on the inner seam of each sleeve, which.
A X ADJUSTABLE COLLAR OF SPANGLED
with the rest of the blouse, are of fig
ured white silk, the garment being
worn as sketched with a plain skirt of
Waists whose fronts are ornamented
by box pleats are still In good style, but
they have been seen In so many sorts
and have been so generally worn, that
the ear attuned to fashion's changes
may be excusably on the alert for the
death knell of this cut But If the same
effect can be produced in a different
way the result Is a garment that Is safe
for a long time, so one Is placed here,
In the third illustration, as a guide for
those who like this finish. Made of
cerise silk crepon, and fastening Invlsl
bly at the left side, It Is trimmed with
a deep yoke of embroidery, with tabs
In front and standing collar to match.
The back Is not so baggy as the front,
and a plain belt' of vlollne velvet is
worn. The sleeves have very large
puffs, but are fitted on the lower parts
of the arms, and big rosettes of the
velvet dot the edges of the yoke near the
armhole. Between the tabs of embroi
dery the goods show, giving a finish
that is very like the box pleat fashion
but now preferable to the latter. '
A garniture of spangled lace that Is of
original design appears in the next
sketch, and Is worn over a bodice of
sky blue silk crepon veiled with black
TRIMMING IV llUETF.I.I.KS
chlffou. Rrctelles of the luce extend
to the waist In back and front, and
there are revers of the same reaching to
the shoulder seams. Ribbon bows are
put at shoulders und belt. This sort
of lace finish lias added value from the
fact that it can be readily changed from
one gown to 11 not her.
In the concluding picture brctellcs
and epaulettes of luce lire used to trim
an otherwise simple house dress. A
belt Is worn with long sash vnds. and a
simple but high choker collar tops all.
The latest development of this sort of
collar Is one that is cut Into a series of
battlemeuts by being slit from edge to
collar band. F.ach battlement is edged
with spangles 11 ltd wired to slnnd in
place, Beticnlh it Is worn a folded
band of muslin that shows between the
edges of the battlements. This Is a
good deal of swathing for comfort, but
the woman who bus the misfortune to
have too slender a neck niny be glnd to
avail herself of it.
Selllug sliver polish to support her
self and father, Miss Foote, daughter
of C. B. Foole, president of the recently
failed Commercial Bank of Cincinnati
goes from house to hotiso dally, The
young woman Is well educated, but
could find nothing to do. sue manufac
tures the polish, nnd what she makes
Is their only Income.
Miss Mary Simpson It a deputy br
IS In Snn Finnclaca.
Jests in Jingle. 5
"False! false!" be said;
It gave her quite start?
She thought be meant her halr
He only meant her heart.
That bridal pairs are not like other peon
Is a fact you ve doubtless seen.
Why are they not? Because, yon know.
Are softest when they're green.
There are times when man would b
Far from the madding crowd,
Where he his privacy can own
And think bis thoughts out loud,
One of these times, without a doubt,
Is when he first bestrides
A biko, and neighbors all come out
To see how well he rides.
Kansas City Journal.
New woman has a lot to learn,
Kinerging from her prison.
The new man says it's now his turn
To talk; she's got to listen.
New York Recorder.
He learned to play tunes on a comb,
And became such a nuisance at homb
That ma spanked him, and then
"Will you do it again?"
And he cheerfully answered her: "Nomb.
This world's a most eccentric place
The thought we can't dislodge
One-half is begging for the work
The other wants to dodge.
The End of the World.
Don't you remember when you and I,
Once in the golden July weather, ,
Made up our very small minds to try
To walk to the end of the world to
gether? You were just three, and I was five;
How we danced through the sweet red
Surely the happiest pair alive
Telling each other, over and over,
".Maud, you're a little fairy queen!"
"Jack, you're a prince with ' cap and,
We won't come back to teFI" wbat we've
Till we find the end of the world, to
A score of years have passed since then,
Bringing the storm and the sunshiny
What would you think should I ask you
Shall we walk to the end of the world
Borne on the wings of .the summer air,
Comes a breath of the same sweet
Your soul looks out of your face so fair,
And my heart is singing over und over,
"I 11m the prince and you are my queenl"
Then look in the future and answer
Through every possible changing scene,
We may "walk to the cud of the world
M. A. Nicholas, in New Kugland Maga
zine. For Thee.
Nay, love me not; it will be better so;
Much better, dear, that 1 should turn and
For with love's birth may come life's
Nay, love me not.
Lo, I bave watched thy sweet life break
Thy spirit spread and quicken hour by
Thy wondering eyes, thy Bmall hands"
Lo, I have watched.
Though time should fail and show me
no new thing,
I yet have touched life's sacred, inner
I have known thee, the pulse and blood
Though time should fail.
For thee the peace of guarded, tranquil
The lanes o.f life unsoiled by blame or
For me the turmoil of the loud highways;
For thee, the peace.
New York Tribune.
The iiu lirciiiii.
Oh. let me dream the old dream
That set my heart aglow
When all the skies were blue abeam,
Above the fields 11-blow.
Let me recall each tender word ,
My loving ears with rapture heard
Until my eyes with lears were blurred,
Because 1 loved you so; '
Oh, let me d renin the old dream
I dreamed so long ago.
Oh, let me dreiiin the old dream
I dreamed when love was new; '
If memory lights its faded gleam
'Twill bring no woo to yon, .
A moment let my heart forget ',
The aching present grief beset,'
And let me dream you love mo yot
Alas, my Joys are few; '
Oh, let me dream tbe old dream
That never can come true..
Samuel Minturn Feck, in Boston
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