The Sioux County journal. (Harrison, Nebraska) 1888-1899, September 19, 1895, Image 1

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The Sioux County Journal,
When the blue dawn of lummrr morn
ing chang e
To brooding warmth of iimrlif, apread
Ing bright;
A ad long, iwwl ahadowa down the level
And all the crag and upland laugh iu
I long then for the music of the sea
Breaking against ll shore, with aoDgi
for nie.
When the tired glory of the drowy noon
Shut Inward half the light that thrill
my heart;
And brlnga to dreamy eye the aleep too
That fold me, from the outward world
In that strange hour I hear the rhyth
mic aweep
Of strong inooming tide, ao cool, ao deep.
Id rose-gray twilight, when the mint of
Half veil the white star-blossom of the
And the Hear wind come, slowly breath
ing through
My curtain fold, with tuneleaa melody,
I listen till I catch the tone divine
Of sea aonga, far away, but alway mine.
Madeline 8. Bridge.
The spirit of the golden autumn tide
I In thee, happy dancing golden rod!
When I first aee thy yellow bloom heatde
The hot-whit doty road, or see the kid
Thy plamy flower where hawthorn
bead and nod,
I seen to feel the glad September air.
To aee the haae o'erhang the distant hill,
To bear the cricket from It leafy lair,
T taste the purple grape nd ripened
And a great gladness all my spirit Alls.
Herald of gorgeous flowery host.
The aster and the flaming cardinal flower,
Of all th autumn blooms thou sesmest
To call me from the ranlty and boast
Of men, to seek a glorious pulsing hour
Where reddening foliage la overhead,
And fragrant winds sing of a bounte
ous God,
Where brown lea res rustle to the rabbit's
O swaying autumn flower, well is it
A nation's blossom I the yellow golden
rod! Karl Buhle.
Reek who will for tarry lore,
Myterie of the milky way,
O'er the secret spectrum pose.
Gathered from the distant ray.
Heedless I
Of the sky,
Olve me what the grasses say
Whispering down the summer day.
Search who lists the unfathomed deep
Far below the laughing ware,
Wistful what the ages keep
4 Safely id In ocean caves.
- Naught care I
What they bear.
Tell me whnt the bubbles hymn
' Dancing on the billow's brim.
Turn who longs the dusty scroll,
Record of a vanished age.
Beck what fired the hero's soul,
Nerved his arm or dulled bis rage.
What I prlie
Never lies,
Give me but the faithful chart
Of my comrade's loving heart.
Samuel Minturn Peck, in Boston Tran
script Love's Ilirth-lf oar.
What wss the day when, sweet, I loved
thee first?
The day when my heart trembled at thy
Almost as much as would my lips have
Could they have slaked at thine their
new-born thirst?
When did this passion Into flower burnt,
As a bud into a rose, beneath the sun?
When felt I first my body and soul as
Life with thee bless'd, without thee, emp
ty, and rurs'd?
Who notes Love's birth-hour then? In
sooth, not I;
Though love, like all things, hath its
birth and growth,
And love at tint sight Is a short-lived
Not shall I know the hour when Ixive
must die.
For that will be my death-hour, too. and
Will pass to where Is no remembering.
Philip Bonrke Marston.
The Legend of Whit Violets.
Twin violet grew together In a wood.
Each told the other secrets of th skies;
On each shone down the light of angel
f ye, : ' ' ' -
Dyeing their potato la a purple flood.
..-...,. i
Asd the, socn ruthless band tort them
apart; ' - 7 '
' Took om and left tbe otto there alone.
Paid r sway thaw who Might
Aa vm wba lie a haart to
lngi to tho arowstr.
A fVrsson that Most Be Fnll of Insplr
allot to Christiana Everywhere
Christ the Object of Faith and Love
and Hope-Treasures in Heaven.
Christ Is the Chief.
For hi sermon for Sunday afternoon,
Hev. Dr. Talinage selected a Upic which
must prove full of inspiration to Christian
everywhere. The title of hi disburse
til "The Chieftain." and the text, "The
chiefet among ten thousand," Canticle
v 10.
The most couspicuou character of his
tory tep out upon the platform. The
finger which, diamonded with light, point
ed down to him from Bethlehem sky
wa only a ratification of the nnger of
prophecy, the linger of genealogy, the
finger of chronology, tire tinner of events
all five finger pointing in one direction.
Christ is the overtopping figure of all
time. He is the "vox lijiiiana" in all
music, the gracefulest lim in all sculp
ture, the most exquisite mingling of
lights and shadea in all painting, the
acme of all climaxes, the dome of all
eatbedraled grandeur and the peroration
of all language.
The Greek alphatiet is made up of t wen
ty-four letters, and when Christ compared
himself to the first letter and the last let
ter, the Alpha and the Omega, he appro
priated to himself all the splendors that
you can spell out either with those two
letters or all the letters between them, "I
am the Alpha and the Omega, the be
ginning and the end.
The Chieftain.
What doe that Scripture mean which
says of Christ, "He that coineth from
above i above all?" It mean after you
have piled up all Alpine and Himalayan
altitude the glory of Christ would have
to spread its wings and descend a thou
sand league to touch those summits
I'elion, a high mountain of Theasaly;
Oaaa, a high mountain, and Olympus, a
high mountain, but mythology telle ua
when tbe gianta warred against the goda
they piled up these three mountains, and
from the top of them proposed to rcale
the heavens, but the height was not great
enough, and there was a complete failure.
And after all the giants Isaiah and Paul,
prophetic and apostolic giants; Uaphael
and Michael Angelo, artistic giants; cher
ubim and seraphim and archangel, celestial
gianta have failed to climb to the top of
Christ's glory they might sll well unite in
the words of l'sul and cry out, "Above
all!" 'Above all!" But Solomon in my
text prefer to call Christ "The Chief
tain," and so to-day I hail him.
First, Christ must be chief in our
preaching. There are so many book on
homiletics scattered through the country
that all laymen, as well as all clergymen,
have made up their minds what sermons
ought to be. That sermon is the most
effectual which most pointedly puts forth
Christ as the pardon of all sin and the
correction of all evil individual, social,
political, national. There is no reason
why we should ring the endless changes
on a few phrases. There are those who
think that if an exhortation or a discourse
have frequent mention of justification,
snnctification, covenant of works and
covenant of grace, therefore it must be
profoundly evangelical, while they are
suspicious of a discourse which presents
the name truth, but under different phrase
ology. Now, 1 say there is nothing in ail
the opulent realm of Anglo-Knxnnisni, of
all the word treasures that we inherited
from the Latin and the Greek and the
Indo-Kiiropean, but we have a right to
marshal it in religious discussion. Christ
sets the example. His (lustrations were
from the grass, the flowers, the barnyard
fowl, the crystals of salt, as well as from
the seas and the stars, and we do not
propose In our Sunday school teaching
and in our pulpit address to be put on the
Words and Their Power.
I know that there is a great deal aiiid
in our day against words, as though they
were nothing. They may he misused, but
they have an imperinl power. They are
the bridge between soul and soul, be
tween Almighty God and the hum an race.
What did Christ write upon the table
of stone? Words. What (lid Christ utter
on .Mount Olivet? Words. Out of what
did Christ strike the spark for the illum
ination of the universe? Out of words.
"Let there be light," aud light was.. Of
course, thought is the cargo, and words
are only the ship; but how fast would
your cargo get on without the ship? What
you need, my friends, in all your work,
in your Sabbath Behoof class, in your re
formatory institutions and what we need
Is to enlarge our vocabulary when we
come to speak alwuit God and Christ mid
heaven. We ride a few old words to
death, when there is such illimitable re-'
source. Shakspeare employed l.l.UM) dif
ferent words for dramatic piirjHiscs; Mil
ton employed N.fXH) different words for
poetic purposes; Kufu Choute employed
over 11,4NJ dilTereut word for legal pur
poses, but the most of us have less than j
l.'HMl words that we can manage, and
that makes u so stupid.
When we come to set forth the love of
Christ we urc going to take the tctidvrest
phraseology wherever we find it, ami if it
lias never been used In that direction be
fore all the more shall we use it. When
we come to speak of the glory of Christ
the conqueror we are going to draw our
similes from triumphal arch and oratorio
snd everything grand and stupendous.
The French nary have eighteen flags by
which they give signal, but those eighteen
flags tkey can put Into 68,000 different
combinations. And I hare to toll you
that these standards of the cross may he
liftod Into combinations Infinite and varie
ties everlasting. And lot toe say to the
rtMmg tew who const fresh tno tasekHlcaJ
mlaHo mto oo ssrvlssay and an,
Yon will have the largest liberty and un
limited resource. You only have to pre
sent Christ in jonrowu way.
Christ's Power.
Brighter than the light, fresher than
tbe fountains, deeper than the seas, are
all these gospel themes. Song has no
melody, flower no sweetness, sunset sky
no color compared with these glorious
themes. These harvests of grace spring
up quicker than we can sickle them. Kin
dling pulpits with their fire and producing
revolutions with their power, lighting up
dying beds with their glory, they are the
weetet thought for the poet, and they
are the uumt thrilling illustration for the
orator, and they offer the mot intense
scene for the artist, and they are to the
etnhaiador of the sky all enthusiasm.
Complete pardon for direst guilt. Sweet
est comfort for ghastliest agony. Bright
est hoie for grimmest death. Grandest
resurrection for darkest sepnlcher. . Oh,
what a gosel to preach! Christ the chief.
His birth, his suffering, his miracles, hi
parables, his sweat, his tears, his blood,
his atonement, his inten-essiou what
glorious themes! Io we exercise faith?
Christ is its object. Do we have love?
It fastens on Jesus. Hsvt we s fondness
for the church? It is ltecause Christ died
for it. Have we a hope of heaven? It
is because Jesus went there, the herald
and the forerunner. Tbe royal robe of
Demetrius wss so costly, lo beautiful,
that after be had put it off no one ever
dared to put it on, but this robe of Christ,
richer than that, the poorest and the
weakest and the worst may wear.
"Where sin abounded grace may much
more abound."
"Oh, my sins, my sins," said Martin
Luther to Staupits, "my sins, my sins!"
The fsct Is thst tbe brawny German stu
dent hsd found s Lstin Bible thst made
him quake, and nothing else ever did
make him quake, and when he found
how, through Christ, he was pardoned
and saved, he wrote to a friend, saying:
"Come over and join us great and awful
ainners saved by the grace of God. You
seem to be only a slender sinner, sad yoa
don't much extol the mercy of God; but
we thst have been auch very awful sin
ners praise his grsce the more now thst
we have been redeemed." Can it be thst
yon are so desperately egotistical that yoa
feel yourself in first-rate spiritual trim,
and that from the root of th hair to the
tip of the toe you are scarleaa and im
maculate? What you need is a looking
glass, and here it is in the Bible. Foor
and wretched and miserable and blind
and naked from the crown of the head to
the sole of the foot, full of wounds and
putrefying sores. No health in us. And
then take the fact that Christ gathered
up all the notea against us and paid them,
and then offered us the receipt! And how
much we need him in our sorrow! We
are independent of circumstances if we
have his grace. Why, he made Paul sing
in the dungeon, and under that grace St,
John from desolate Patmos heard the
blast of the apocalyptic trumpets. After
all other candle have been snuffed out,
this is the light that gets brighter and
brighter unto the perfect day; and after,
under the hard hoofs of calamity, all the
pools of worldly enjoyment have been
trampled Into deep mire, at the foot of the
eternal rock the Christian, from cups of
granite lily rimmed, put out the thirst of
his soul.
Consolation for the Dying.
Again, I remark that Christ is chief in
dying alleviations. I have not any sym
pthy with the morbidity abroad about our
demise. The emperor of Constantinople
arranged that on the day of his coronation
the stonemason should come and consult
him about the tombstone that after awhile
he would need. And there are men who
are mouomanincal on the subject of de
parture from this life by death, and the
more they think of it the less they are
prepared to go. This is an utimanliness
not worthy of you, not Worthy of me.
Suladin, the greatest conqueror of his
day, while dying, ordered that the tunic
ho had on him be curried after his death
on his spenr at the head of his army, and
that then the soldier, ever nml nnon,
should stop and say; "Behold all that is
left of Suladin. the emperor and conquer
or! Of all the states he conquered, of all
tlx wealth he accumulated, nothing did
he retain but this shroud." 1 have no
sympathy with such behavior, or such ab
surd demonstration, or with much that
we hear uttered iu regard to departure
from this life to the next. There is a
common sensii al idea on this subject that
you need to consider there are only two
styles of departure. A thousand feet un
derground, by light of torch, toiling in a
minor's shaft, a ledge of rock may full
upou us, and we may die a minor's death.
Far out at sea, falling from the slippery
ratlines and broken on the halliards, we
may die a sailor's death. On mission of
mercy in hospital, amid broken Jmnes and
reeking leprosies and raging vers, wc
may die a philanthropist's death. On the
field of battle, serving God and our coun
try, slugs through the heart, the gun car
riage may roll over ua, and we may die a
patriot's death. But, after all, there are
only two styles of departure the death of
the rightiius and the death of the wicked
and we all want to die the former.
God grant that when that hour comes
you may be at home. You want the hand
of your kindred in your hand. You want
your children to surround you. Yon want
the light on your pillow from eyes that
have long reflected your love. You want
your room still. You do not want any cu
rious strangers standing around watch-
ing you. You want your kindred from
afar to hear your last prayer. I think
that Is the wish of all of us. But is that
all? Can earthly friends hold us up when
the billows of death come up to the girdle?
Can human voice charm open heaven'
gate? Can human hand pilot us through
the narrows of death into heaven's har
bor? Can any earthly friendship shield
ns from the arrows of death, Snd In the
dour when antan shall practice upon ns
hJs Infernal archery No, no, no, not
AUa, poor soul. If that Is all. Bettor dlo
In tfea wilderness, far from tree shadow
and front fountain, alone, vulture circling
throttfb ta tW trailing for oar tody, an
known to ,' to feat ho InM, If
snWyU Cfetstik?aji to r' she -aMi-twdoa,
"I WU1 aevor km ;tao, I will
Mrs forsake then." From that pillow
of toue a ladder would soar heaven
want, angels coming and going, aud
across the solitude and the barrenness
would come the sweet note of heavenly
Their Last Word.
Gordon Hall, far from home, dying in
door of a heathen temple, said, "Glory to
thee, O God!" What did dying Wilber
force say to his wife? "Come and sit be
side me, aud let us talk of heaven. I
never knew what happiness was until I
fouud Christ." What did dying Hannah
More say? "To go to heaven, think what
that is! To t to Christ, who died that I
might live! Oh, glorious grave! Oh.
what a glorioua thing it is to die! Oh,
the love of Christ, tbe love of Chrhrt!"
What did Mr. Toplady, the great hymn
maker, say iu his last hour? "Who can
measure the depth of the third heaven?
Oh, the sunshine that fills my soul! I
shall soon be gone, for surely no one can
live in this world after such glories as God
has manifested to my soul."
What did the dying Janeway say? "I
can as easily die as close my eyes or turn
my head iu sleep. Before a few hour
have passed I shall stand on Mount Ziou
with the one hundred and forty and four
thousand, and with the just men madt
perfect, and we shall ascribe riches aud
honor and glory and majesty and domin
ion unto tiod and the I,amb." Dr. Tay
lor, condemned to burn at the stake, on
his way thither broke away from the
guradsmen and went hounding and leap
ing and jumping toward the fire, glad to
go to Jesus and to die for him. Sir
Charles Hare, in his last moment s.had such
rapturous vision that he cried, "Upward,
upward, upward!" And so great was th
peace of one of Christ's disciples that he
put hi finger uxn the pulse iu bis wrist
and counted it and observed it, and so
great was his placidity thst after awhile
he said, "Stopped!" and hi life hail end
ed here to begin in heaven. But grander
than that was the testimony of the worn
nut first missionary, when in the Manier
tine dungeon he cried: "I am ready to be
offered, and the time of my departure is
at hand. I have fought the good fight, I
have finished my course, I have kept the
faith; henceforth there is laid up for me
a crown of righteousness, which the Lird,
the righteous Judge, will give me in thai
day, and not to me only, hut to all them
that love his appearing!" Do you not se
that Christ is chief in dying alleviations':
Mope for the Bedeented.
Toward the last hour of our earthly resi
dence we are speeding. When I see the
sunset I nay, "One day less to live."
When I see the spring blossoms scattered,
I ssy, "Anohtre season gone forever."
When I close the Bible on Sabbath night
I say, "Another season gone forever."
When I bury a friend I say, "Another
earthly attraction gone forever. What
nimble feet the year have! The roe
bucks and the lightnings run not so fast.
From decade to decade, from sky to sky,
they go at a bound. There is a place for
us, whether marked or not, where you and
I will sleep the last sleep, and the men are
now living who will, with solemn tread,
carry us to our resting place. Aye, it is
known in heaven whether our departure
will he a coronation or a banishment.
Brighter than a banqueting hall through
which the light feet of the dancers go up
and down to the sound of trumpeters will
be the sepnlcher through whose rifts the
holy light of heaven Btreemeth. God will
watch you. He will send his angels to
guard your slumbering dust, until, at
Christ's behest, they shall roll away the
So also Christ is chief in heaven. The
Bible distinctly says that Christ is the
chief theme of the celestial ascription, all
the thrones facing his throne, all the
palms waved before his face, all the
crowns down at his feet. Cherubim to
cherubim, seraphim to seraphim, re
deemed spirit to redeemed spirit, shall re
cite the Savior's earthly sacrifice.
Stand on some high hill of heaven, and
in nil the radiant sweep the most glorious
object will be Jesus. Myriads gazing on
the scars of his suffering, in silence first,
afterward breaking forth into acclama
tion. The martyrs, all the purer for the
flume through which they passed, will
say, "This is the Jesus for whom we
died." The apostles, all the happier for
the shipwreck and the scourging through
which they went, will say, "This is the
Jesus whom we preached at Corinth, and
at Cappadocin, and at Antioeh, and at
Jerusalem." Little children clad In white
will aay, "This is the Jesus who took ns
in his arms and blessed us, and, when the
storms of the world were too cold and
loud, brought us into this beautiful nlsce." I
The multitude of the bereft will suy,
"This is the Jesus who comforted us
when our hearts broke." Many who wan
dered clear off from God and plunged into
vagabondism, but were saved by grace,
will say: "This is the Jesus who par
doned us. We were lost on the moun
tains, and he brought us home. We were
guilty, aud he has made us white as
snow." Mercy boundless, grace unpar
alleled. And then, after each one has re
cited his peculiar deliverances and pecu
liar mercies, recited them as by solo, nil
the voice will come together into a greut
chorus, which will make the arches echo
and re-echo with the eternal reverberation
of triumph.
Kdward I. was so anxious to go to the
Holy Land that when he wus about to ex
pire he bequeathed $ IIKI.OtM) to have his
heart, after his decease, taken to the Holy
Land in Asia Minor, and his request was
complied with. But there are hundreds
to-day whose hearts are already in the
Holy Land of heaven. Where your treas
ures ore, there are your hearts also.
Quaint John Bunyan caught a glimpse of
that place, and in his quaint way he said,
"And I heard In my dream, and, lot the
bells of the city rang again for Joy, and as
they opened the gates to let In the men I
looked In after them, and, lot the city
shone like the sun, and there were streets
of gold, and men walked on them, harps
In their bands, to ring praise withal, and
after that they shut an the gates, which
when I had seen I wished myself among
them!" ' ' " t .
. After an Boaulrog . Is burled no
member of flw nunlly rUtta tbo grir
ft to floiMMcfsjQ DulUvky to Ao no
Frivolity Is to Belgn ln the Makenp
of Fall Fashions Taffetas and
Chancsabls Bilks, Dresden and
Stripe Will Be as popular as Ever.
Styles for September,
tiew fork Oorrespoo dance:
. gj gaaw the s u p p 1 y o f
g lOJ handsome wool
t " l" en goods to be
JfjL Ifo found In the
tores, and these
materia la have
ao much to rec
ommend them
tbatthey are
sure to be much
worn. Soft wool
ln new weave
that give exqul
lte grace of fold
with the becom
ing surface of
wool unimpaired
are shown In all
sorts of delicate shades, and It is to be
hoped that there will be a little rest
from the glare and crackle of silk. Cer
tain It Is that silk has been so much
worn for the past few years that any es
pecially artistic significance that it
should have been loL At the same
time taffetas aud changeable silks,
dresden and stripes, opal and sunset
taffetas will be as popular as ever.
Whole gowns of the petticoat fashion
will be made of these materials and the
gleam of a satin petticoat all be-frilled
with lace and a-flutter with ends of rib
bon will offer no rest to the eye. Friv
olity Is to reign, and the young woman
who has made an Impression of late
for smooth locks and demure old-tluie
gowns must doff all that and pretend
herself a coquette, from the ruffle at
the red-heeled foot to the nodding feath
ers lu her curving locks.
With woolen goods to start with as
the basis of the new costume, It Is not
easy to attain such a degree of airi
ness, nor Is It desirable, but, on the
other hand, these new wool weaves are
not Intended for entirely plain designs.
If It seems incongruous to adoru them
with laces and ribbons, there Is still
left an opiwrtunlty to express originali
ty In a dou't-care-for-the-eost way, by
slashing the dress goods here and there
to show a richer stuff beneath. For her
who desires that her fnll gown shall be
distinguished by this characteristic,
the costume shown beside the Initial
letter presents a model of Interest. The
cloth of this bodice is cut ln straps that
fasten lu front with numerous peart
buttons over a round vest of fancy silk
that extends to the waist Its standing
collar has a lace frill finish, and the
wide elbow sleeves are gathered sev
eral times at the shoulder. In the skirt
there Is no outright change from the
style of summer, btit Its front breadth
takes unusual shape, and buttons to
match those on the bodice are put at
top and bottom. Thar in wvmn who
can ndrertls th chug of sooaon by
Mt drssi that art Mrkodtr ttffsjroat
ln Important Items from those they
have but just discarded, but their num
ber Is amall, aud tbe million are muck
wiser to meet fashion's shift alswriy
with such dresses air this.
In to-day's second pictured model
there is shown tbe extreme of elabora
tion In a dress of woolen stuff that la
likely to prove tasteful. It would cer
tainly seem as If there was no need of
more elaborateness to satisfy any one's
taste, but there are always a-plenty of
women who are forever overdoing in
such matters. The dress material here
is brown cheviot and the entire bodice
Is covered with a cuirass of cream gui
pure threaded with gold. Then belt,
collar, bretelles and rosettes are of
brown and white striped satin ribbon.
With so much that is highly wrought
about the bodice, an entirely plain skirt
would hardly be ln keeping, bo It is fan
pleated from its central boxpleat, and
two pleats at tbe left side are set oft
by showy steel buttons.
To return to sleeves, examination of
the next Illustration will show that do
crease In their size is not apparent ln
every dress, nor Is fit at the shoulder
an essential. Indeed, tbe Indications
are, now that tbe powers that be have
granted permission for smaller sleeves,
that there will be a flood of odd shapes,
each one representing the attempt of
some ambitious designer to control th
change of style. These were probably
made as big aa they are In the hope
that they would be more readily ac
cepted because of their being little
changed ln respect to dimensions from
the shapes that were passing. They
had interlining of the dress goods and
the four puffs were gray chiffon. The
gray suiting of the bodice was entirely
covered with embroidery of black silk,
except for slashes in front through
which accordion-pleated gray chiffon
Departure Is made In the concluding
two pictures from costumes that are ln-
tended to be dressy, for one presents a
dress for the garden, or to roam the
fields in, and the last is a neat tailor rl
for fall outing use. The first of these
Is of gray brllllantlne, with full, uu
trlmmed skirt. Its blouse waist hns a
vest of blue satin covered with gui
pure and n pointed satin yoke. On eith
er side of the vest a pleat extends from
waist to neck and la finished with a
draped collar of the satin. The full
sleeves are draped with green knots,
and end ln lace-covered blue cuffs.
The outing costume Is taken from
gray-striped cheviot and includes a fit
ted packet having a plain basque and
coat revers with turned down collar,
finished with stitching at the edges. A
linen chemisette with tie of bright plaid
and a tailor-made vest with shawl col
lar and double row of button offers a
pleasant change from tbe customary
shirt waist or silk blouse, although eith
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