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T
HE people hare fought a good
fight. The town Is reeking with
the fumes of carbolic acid, and
the gutters are white with lime. For
days the preparations to resist the In
coming of yellow fever have been In
progress. All the time It has been
creeping nearer, nearer. The papers
told of the quarantining of the many
towns, one against the other. At first,
train loads of wildly frightened people
rushed by with closed doors and win
dows. At last the trains ceased to run.
Nowhere could an asylum of refuge be
found. Every door was closed to the
wretched wanderers, and every man's
hand was against them. The lines were
drawn tighter and tighter. The trains
were discontinued. With them ceased
news from the outside world.
There had been no mall for several
days. Then came a paper and It bore
the news that the elusive disease had
gradually been spreading and was com
ing closer. The strain was beginning
to tell upon the people. The quaran
tine guards were doubled and no per
son was allowed to enier. In the town
the inhabitants congregated upon the
corners and talked fearfully. Each
tried to be brave and to show his com
panions that he was not afraid, but
each knew what the other was thinking-
The town was strangely quiet Peo
ple spoke In awed tones of voice. A
few of the stores were open the major
ity of them were locked. Even should
the fever come there was no place to
which the people might go. On every
side were determined men guarding the
roads, and they were armed with shot
guns, which they would use without
hesitancy should one attempt to pass ;
the lines. Every person viewed the j
other with suspicion. They were afraid t
or each other of themselves. It was
worth as much as a man's life for him
to say he felt badly. lie would be bus
tled off to the pesthouse to die like a
Stricken dog.
i
The weekly paper. In a spirit of en
terprise, had undertaken to get out a
dally issue during the excitement. It
was a "yeliow journal," for the fever
was its sole topic. It got one or two
short telegrams a day from more or
less authentic sources, and these were !
Industriously padded out.
One morning the telegraph boy
emerged from the depot oflice and ran
down the middle of the street toward
the Gazette office. He had a message
for the paper. As he pnssed the crowd
of men congregated on the street cor
ner hi- held the large envelope conspic
uously. 1 in men shuddered as they
en t-.'t f 5 v t : t of it.
Tiie M.iyoi came up and Joined the
crowd. He was the leading citizen and
had the largest store in the place. He
began to Joke with them in a jovial
manner, but he too had a hunted look.
Each minute the scourge was coming
nearer. It slipped through the cordons
of determined men drawn alwut the
towns. It seemed to be In the very air,
Invincible in its onward march. Men
are brave when they have a foe they
can fight, but in the presence of an un
seen enemy they are cowards.
The snn mounted higher and higher.
The noon hour passed, yet the men did
not think of dinner. They are hungry
for news. At last from down the street
two small boys bolted out from the Ga
sette office holding in their arms a dos
es or so copies of the "extra."
"Extry!" they bawled, "all about th
yaller fever. Twenty died yesterday
txty new cases !" The men bought pa
pers, and devoured their contents In
aervoas haste. It was the same old
tele, of the onward march of the yellow
death. There was not a rift of hope In
light It was spreading, and was be
rond human controL
"Wall," said the town drunkard he
tad Just had a drink. "I hain't skeered.
tmr ni weather er comln' soo.i, en
th '!! rf Mier TallT Jj-k."
tjr, ' foot, its months till
Croat, ud j iiioutha tje f ererll be
3 ever V-.j face of the earth. And
tNril be, God knows where."
tl Eayor came hurriedly oat of his
atv & held a small sheet of yellow
t --j b kit band ana It trembled Oil
Cirtrft3ed. He wm m aaby eol
O tz fc t hd a MralMd look
hd "
corner where the Idle men congregated.
They saw him coming, and a sort of
nervous tremor went over them.
"Boys," be said, "it's coming; I Just
got this telegram from the Mayor of
Carllle you know that's only fifteen
miles away. It says there are five cases
there.
There was a silence for a moment or
two, and then someone ejaculated slow
ly and solemnly: "God have mercy 01
us!"
The others could hardly comprehend
It. They expected it, yet they could uoc
realize that It was actually so.
"It can't get In here," said one, re
flectively; "it ain't possible for It to get
pat the lines. Then, It can't live here
there's too much of this carlolic acid
and stuff. No, fever can't live here."
"Well," remarked one more energet
ic, "you folks are a set of fools. I'm
going to get out of here. You can stay
and have It If you want to, but I'm
goin' out In the piney woods, me'n the
ola woman'n the kids. Good-by, I'm
gone." And he strode rapidly down
the street.
The sun shone with a brassy tinge;
the heat radiated from the sides of the
buildings.
The man hastened on to his home,
lie passed an acquaintance, an old In
habitant, and the patriarch remarked
dolefully:
"Hit's fine weather fer yaller fever.
Now I remember when It wuz so bad
In '78, we had jest this yer sort of
weather, en hit spread like "
He looked around, and found himself
alone. The man was going on up the
street rapidly. The old Inhabitant
chuckled like sonic old fiend.
"He's skeered," he mumbled, "he's
skeered plumb to death. I hain't; I
had It In '78. Lawd, Enwd, how skeer
ed th' folkses Is! If I hadn't ter had
hit, I'd be skeered, too. Yaller Jack's
er a bad ole boy, er mighty savigerous
ole cuss!" And chuckling and croaking
gleefully he ambled slowly down to
where the stores were, that he might
play upon the fears of the men there.
The houses were ail closed. It seemed
as though there was a death in every
one. Even the children on the galleries
were too frightened to play. The town
was strangely silent.
The man hurried on. In his iinag-
I Inlngs, the grisly specter of yellow
! fever was right behind him, with its
I skinny claws outstretched. Although
! the day was fearfully hot, a sort of ner
! vous rigor came over him. He stopped
j and mopped the drops of cold perspl -
! tioa from his brow, and his heart
j throbbed violently. He had beard It
I saH thnt yellow fever always cora
! menced with a chill and a pain in the
head. He put his hands to his head
nervously. It already pained him. He
thought of his wife and children, and
whether he ought to go to them or not.
His eyes were bloodshot and wild. He
leaned against a fence and tried to
think. No, there was no way for him
to have become infected. He tried to
calm himself, and then continued on
his journey.
He entered the house. Ills wife was
cowering In one room, with the chil
dren, gray with fear, clinging to her.
She had packed the trunks and In a
large goods box was piled an assort
ment of provisions and cooking uten
sils. In a few moments the wagon was
ready. A pile of bedding and the
trunks and provisions were placed In
It. In a cloud of dust It vanished op
the road leading to the pine forests that
loomed up vast and dark and myste
rious In the distance.
The fever had come. Inslduously,
stealthily, it had crept In. There were
at first only a few cases. They didn't
know it was fever at first and the con
tagion spread. Then one pntlent died,
and the old doctor, after deliberating
irnon? the cobwebs and lodoform
fu ( his dusty and weather-beaten
oOu nrniotmced It as yellow fever.
There was a wild rush to get out of
town. Men with blanched faces and
staring eyes rushed aimlessly about,
each avoiding the other as far as possi
ble. People were tearing the place on
foot, on horseback, In wagons. The
fright added to the danger, and some
Were stricken as thy endeavored to
leare and were carried back to die.
Th church hell tolled eooetantly, and
day after day the town hearse could be
seen wending its way to the lonely lit
tle burying ground up on the red hilL
where the pines whispered sadly. And
the buzzards sat upon the house tops
and waited, waited.
There were few houses occupied.
Most of them were closed, while some
owners had left without shutting doors
or windows, so great was their hurry.
The frost had come. For three nights
In succession the ground was white.
The weeds were blackened and drear,
and the leaves were falling fast. The
fever could live no longer.
One by one the stragglers came back.
Where whole familifl had gone away,
one or two members would return.
Some were never heard of again. A
few skeletons lying under the magno
lias and bay trees in the lowlands, and
the buzzards sailing placidly above In
the deep blue sky could have told the
tale.
Some of the stores reopened and some
remained closed, for there was no one
to undo the rusty locks. Some of the
houses were the same. The people who
returned were saddened and cowed.
They had passed through the Valley of
the Shadow.
Down the street came a wagon filled
with children. A happy-looking man,
unkempt and rough-looking sat upon
the seat driving, and by him was his
wife.
The old Inhabitant was shuffling
along, when he looked up In surprise.
Then he tottered out to the wagon and
shook hands vigorously.
"How air ye, Bob? I swanny, I'm
glad ter see yer n the old lady 'n th'
chullen all lookin so well. I 'lowed
Yaller Jack had cotched ye shore."
The man did not reply. He was look
ing longingly at a house down the
street.
"You wuz purty bad skeered that day
I saw you, wuzn't you?" cackled the old
Inhabitant.
"Yes," said the man; "thank God, I
was." And he looked at his children
and his wife and smiled. A moment
later they were speeding on down the
street and stopped in front of a home
like looking house. The man leaned
over and kissed the woman beside him.
St Louis Kepublie.
BOY GASOLINE DRUNKARDS.
Inbale the Fumes ami Should lie Poor
Fire Kink.
There Is a gang of Isiys down In tho
southern section of the city who are
inveterate "gasoline drunkards." They
inhale the fumes of gasoline and be
come to all Intents and purposes drunk.
One of the worst of these boys had been
arrested two or three times, but had
always been discharged.
The other night he was found yell
ing like a Comanche Indian on the
street and hardly able to stand uion
his feet. His actions were those of a
man on the verge of delirium tremens.
Policeman Sehaeffer picked him up,
and he spent a night like an Imprisoned
tiger In a cell.
The next morning, when be was ar
raigned before Magistrate Henderson,
the effects of his gasoline debaach had
vanished. He was so addicted to the
use of the lighting fluid that his case
was looked upon as hopeless. The boy
admitted that he had procured the
gasoline from the fountain of a lamp
la tin alley.
He was charged with malicious mis
chief and held In $400 ball, but later
this decision was reversed, and he was
sentenced to ten days in prison a sent
ence usually, under the new law, given
to common drunkards. lliiladclphla
Record.
Gnat 8ilemced Ills Voice.
J. Russell Powell, the basso at Cen
tral Avenue M. E. Church, was to have
made his farewell appearance st the
services Sunday morning, says the In
dianapolis Journal, and a large number
of the friends of the promising young
singer had come to hear him sing his
!st song there. Mr. Powell had two of
the best numliers In his repertoire for
that morning and was In excellent
voice when he reached the church, but
a most curious circumstance silenced
his voice temporarily. Just as Mr.
Powell stepied Into the church door
way a small gnat flew Into bis nose snd
caused him to sneeze violently, and the
sneeze brought on a severe cough,
which In turn ruptured one of the small
blood vessels near the vocal cords. He
took bis place to the choir, but soon
found that he could not utter a sound
audible five feet away. Mr. Powell left
the choir, and a doctor, who was In the
audience, was summoned to attend
him.
Iiong Term Con lota.
Eighteen convicts In the Missouri
penitentiary are serving life sentence.
Nineteen have 00-year sentences ba&f
mg over them and fourteen are aerrlnf
00-year sentences.
Whalee 400 Year Old.
The Greenland whale, It Is estimated,
sometimes attain the age of 400 ymm
GO THOU AND 1'RKACII
TALMAGE TELLS WHAT THE FU
TURE SERMON WILL BE.
Tb World Want a Living Chri.t
Condenaation tbc Demand of the Age
Why I'eopU io Not Go to Church
'An Appeal to the I'naaved Haul.
Our Washington I'ulpit.
Most appropriate to the time we live in
wag I r. Talnmge' discourse of hint Sun
day. All Christian worker will read it
with interest. His text was Luke ix., (,
"Go. thou, aud preach the kingdom of
Cod."
The gospel is to he regnant over all
hearts, all circles, all government ami all
lands. The kingdom of Cod spoken of in
the text in to be a universal kingdom, and
just an wide as that will be the realm wr
BUMiic. "(Jo, thou, and preach the king
dom of (Jn.y We hear a great deal in
these day almut the coming man, and the
coming woikrtii. and the coming time.
Koine one nuht to tell us of the coining
sermon. It a simple fact that every
body kno vs Mat most of the sermons of
to-day do not reach the world. The vast
majority of Up people of our great cities
never witer VJ'irch.
The sennoj of to-day carries along
with it the difdwood of all ages. Hun
dreds of year-, ago it was decided what
a sermon ougit to lie, and it "is the at
tempt of many theological seminaries and
doctors of diviroty to hew the modern pul
pit utterances into the sanw old style pro
portions. H'tok sailers will tell you they
disiiosp of a hundred histories, a hundred
novels, a bundrel poems to one lunik of
sermons. What is the matter? Some
say tho age is the worst of all aires. It is
better. Some say religion is wearing out,
when it is wearing iti. Some say there
are so many who d-sptse the Christian re
ligion. I anawer there never was an ace
when there were su many Christians or
o many friend of Vhristinnity as this see
ha our age, as to others a hundred to
one. What is the matter, then' It is
simply because our sermon of to-day is
not suited to the age. It is the canalhont
in an age of locomotive and electric tele
graph. The sermon will have to lie shak
en out of the old groove or it will not he
heard and it will not lie read.
T- Coming Sermon.
I Wore tin "vorld is comertcd the ser
mon will have to tie converted. You
might 11s well go into it niodt.-u Sedan or
Gettysburg w ith bows and arrow instead
of rilli" and bomlishells and parks -f ar
tillery as to expect to compter this wrld
for Cod by the old styles of xcrmonology.
Jonathan Edwards preached the sermons
best adapted to the age in which he lived.
Hut if those sermons were preached now
they would divide an audience into two
classes those sound aks p and those
wanting to go home.
Hut there is a mining sermon who
will nrcach it I have no idea. In what
part of the earth it will he bm I have no
idea. In which denomination of Chris
tians h will lie delivered I cannot guess.
That cwiiiiig sermon may be bom in the
country meeting house on the hank of the
St. Ijiwrence, or the Oregon, or lie Ohio,
or the Tomliiirlice, or tli Alabama. The
person wbo shall deliver it may tiiis iiim
riient lie ia a cradle under the shadow of
the Sierra Nevada, or in a New England
farm hous, or amid the rice fielils of
southern savannas or this moment there
may be some young man in some of our
theological seminaries in the junior or
middle or fwnior class shaping that wea
pon of powr; or there may In- routing
some new baptism of the Holy ;iit on
the churchesv so that some of us who now
stand in the watch towers of ion, wak
ing to the renlization of our present in
efficiency, may preach it onreives. That
coming sermon may not he twmty years
olT. And let hs pray Cod that its arrival
may be hastened, w hi!e I announce to yon
w hat 1 think w ill be the chief liariicter-istii-s
of that jeniion when it dots arrive,
snd 1 want t t make the remarks appr'
priiite and surg stive to all classes of
Christian workers.
First of all, I remark that that coming
seimon ill hf full of a living "hrit, iu
contradistinction to didactic tehnicali
t:e. A sermon may he full of Christ,
though hardly mentioning his mime, 11 ml
a sermon may be empty of Christ, while
every sentence is repetitious of h,s titles.
The world wants a living Christ, not a
Christ standing at the head of a formal
yem of theology, hut a Christ who
means pardon and sympathy and comlo
h'tice and brotherhood and life and heav
en. A poor man's Christ. An overwork
ed man's Christ. An invalid's Christ. A
farmer's Christ. A merchant' Christ.
An artisan' Christ. A.i cu-r inau'
Chr;t.
The V. nrlil Wants Help.
A symme'.rirj: I uiid limly worded sys
tem of the theology is wvll enough for
theological rlasMK, but it has no more
linsiiies in a pulpit than. bnt the tech
nical phrase of uti anatomist or a physi
cian in th Mii k room of a patient. Thi
world want help, immediate am world
uplifting, and it will come through a ser
mon in which Christ shall walk right
down into the immortal soul aud lake
everlas-tiiig xisesHn of it, tilling it as
full of light as is the tioonduy firmament.
That sermon of the future will not d-al
with men in the threadbare illustrations
of .lemia Christ. In that coming sermon
there will le instance of vicarious snrri-fi'i-
taken right out of everyday life, for
there is not a day somebody I not dying
for others. A the physician, Karing hi
d I'htlierie patient by wicrilicing hi own
lii as the ship captain, going down with
hi vessel, while he U getting his pasneu
gers into the lifelxrat; as the tirenian, con
miiing in the burning building, while he
is taking a child out of a fourth-story
window; as last summer the strong swim
n.i r at Iong It ran eh or Cape May or
I.:ike (Jeorgo hinuwlf jsrished trying to
rescue the drowning, b the newRpuper
boy riot long ago, supporting his mother
for some years, his Invalid mother, when
offered by a gentleman Wl cent to get
some essil paper, and he got it and
rushed tip In his anxiety to deliver it, and
wn crushed under the wheel of the
train, ami lay on the grass with only
strength enough to My, "Oh, what will
beef ,me of my poor, aick mother no Y'
"h, in that corning atria on of the Chris
tian church there will be living llluatrn
tlons taken from everyday life of vicari
ous snffprlnjr lllualrntlona that will bring
to mind the ghastlier sacrifice of him
who, in the high places of the fleM and
on the cross, fought oar battle and wept
ejr ariels and endured ou." straggles and
died our death.
The iMse of Ckrlerr
A German tenintor aaade an lr.,ge of
Christ, and he asked hi little .h'.M. 2
year old, who it was, and ahr aid, "That
must he oui very grvat man." The
sculptor was displeased with th criti
cistii. So he got another block of marble
aud chidcd away 011 it two or tort
years, and then he brought in his little
child, 4 or 5 years of age, and he said to
her, "Who do you think thst is?" She
said, '"That must lie the oue who took
little children in hi arms and blemxsd
them." Then the sculptor was satisfied.
Oh, my friends, what the world wants is
not a cold Cbrst, not an intellectual
Christ, not a revercly magisterial Christ,
but a loving Christ, spreading out his
arms of sympathy to press the whole
world to his loving heart.
Hut I remark, again, that the routing
sermon of the Christian church will he a
short sermon. Condensation is demanded
yy the Hge 111 which we live. o more
11. 11I of long introductions and long appli
cations and so many divisions to a dis
course that it may be said to be hydra
headed. In other days meu got all their
information from the pulpit. There were
few hooks, ami there were no newspapers,
and there was little travel from place to
plin-e, and ieoplc would sit and listen two
and a half hour to a religious discourse,
and "scventccnlhly" would find them
fresh and chipjsT. In those times there
was enough roin for a man to take an
hour to warm himself up to the suhject
and 1111 hour to ctsil off. Hut what was a
necessity then i a superfluity now. Con
gregations are full of knowledge from
lss,ks, from uewpNier. from rapid and
continuous intercommunication, and long
disquisitions of what they know already
will not lie abided. If a religious teacher
cannot coinpros what he wishes to say
to the pisiple in the space of forty-live
minutes, better adjourn it to some other
day.
The trouble is we preach audiences into
a Christian frame, and thm we preach
them out of it. We forget that every nu
ditor has so much capacity of attention,
and when that is exhausted he is resiles.
That accident on the Iong Island Kail
road came from the fact that the brakis
were out of order, and when they w anted
to stop the train they could not stop;
hence the casualty was terrific. In all
religious discourse we want locomotive
power and propulsion. We want at the
same time stout brakes to let down nt the
right instant. It is a dismal thing, after
a hearer has comprehended the w hole sub
ject, to hear n man say, "Now, to re
capitulate," and "a few words by way of
application," and "once more," aud "final
ly" and "now to conclude."
The Model Sermon,
Paul preached until midnight, and
Eutychua got sound asleep and fell out of
a window and broke his neck. Some
would say, "Co"l for him." I would
rather c sympathetic like Paul, and re-
,.lscitr.te him. That accident is often
quo.vd now in religious circles ns s warn
ing agi.itist somnolence iu church. It is
just as t.uch a warning to ministers
against prolixity. Eutyhus was wrong
in his soniimlerr-e, but Paul made a mis
take when he kept on until midnight. He
ought to have stopped ut 11 o'clock and
there would have been no accident. If
Paul might have gone on to too great
length, let all those of us who art now
preaching the gospel remember that there
is a limit to religious discourse, or ought
to lx and that in our time we have no
apostolic power or miracles. Napoleon.
In an addr-s of seven minutes, thrilled
his army and thrilled Europe. Christ's
sermon on the mount - the model sermon
was less than eigh'i-cn minutes long at
ordinary mode of delivery. It is not elec
tricity scattered nil over the sky that
strikes, but electricity gathered into a
thunderbolt and hurled, and it is not re
ligious truth siatieicd over, spread out
over n vat reach of time, hut religious
truth projccti-d in compact form that
(lashes light uion the koul and riven its
indifference.
When the coming sermon arrives in (Ids
land and in the Christian church -the j
sermon which is to arouse the world and ,
startle the nations and uglier in the king- J
doiii it will he a brief sermon. ll,-nf it, j
all theological students, all ye just enter
ing uisiii religious work, alt ye men ami
women who in Sabbath schools and other
department are toiling for Christ an. I
the salvation of immortals. I'levity, j
brevity!
Hut I remark also that the coming ser
mon of which I sMiik will be a popular
sermon. There are those !; tins,,, time
who sis-ilk of a popular sermon as though
tlier-- must be something w rong about it.
As these critic are dnil themselves, the
world gets the impression that a sermon
is good in proportion as it is stupid. Christ
was the most popular preacher the world
ever saw. and, considering thu mini 11 num-li-r
if the world' population, had the
largest audiences ever gatiiered. He nev.
er preached anywhere without n V, -great
sensation. People rushed , o ,.
wildertios to hear him, ns I ,. , . r
phtsh-nl nen'ssities. So great una their
anxiety to hifir Christ tint t, taking no
Pssl with them, they would have fainted
and starv-sl had not Christ perforutod a
miracle and fed them. Why did so many
Mi,p!. take the truth at Christ's hands''
Heeiiuse they all understood it. Ie jlhis
trattsl his siibjs-t by a hen and her chick
ens, by a bushel measure, by a handful of
salt, by a bird' (light and by a lily' aro
ma. All the M-opli! knew what be meant,
and they flocked to him. And when the
coming sermon of the Christian church
appears, it will not lie l"rinftonln.u, not
lti"heterinn, not Andovcrinn, not Mid
dletoninn, but Olivetir plain, prartlral,
unique, earnest, compr heimive of all the
woes, wants, sin, aorruwt 4id nefcHie
of au auditory,
Chiircliea Will Ha Thronucd.
Hut when that sermon doe come, there
will be a thousand gleaming cimiiar to
charge mi it. There are in m many theo
logical wnritmrU- profi-ssors telling young
men how to preach, themsvlvow not know
ing how, and I am told If a youiia miui hi
Home of our theological seiuliiario any
anything quaint or thrilling or nnique,
faculty and students fly at him, and wt
him right, and straighten, him out, nnd
smooth him down, and chop him o(T until
he ways everything Just aa everybody el"
any It, Oh, when the coming sermon of
the Christian church arrive, nil the
churches of Christ In our grcnt eilie will
be thronged. The world wants irjiirittinl
help, AU who have burh-d their dead
want comfort. All know themselves
be mortal nnd to lie immortal, and they
want to hear about the grent future. I
fell yon, rny friends, If the p"op!e of these
grent rltl who have had trouble only
thought they coukl get prncllcal ami ayni
pathetic help In the Christian church,
there would uot be a street In Washington
or New York or Iloaton which would be
passable on the ha! bath day, If there
were a church on H; for all the people
would pre to Uiat vlum of mercy, that
great boost ut comfort and corrwilatbm.
A mother with a dead balie In her arm,
emuit t tht go I Veda and aked to ban
her child restored to life. The god Yeds
aaid to htr, "You go and get a handful ol
mustard seed from a hmist iu which tbertj
ha lieeu 110 sorrow and iu which ther
has been no death and I will restore youi
child to life." So the mother went out,
and she went from house to b-use and
from home to home looking for a place
whew there had been ho sorrow and
where there had been no death, but sh
found now. She went back to the god
Veda aud said: ".My mis-ion i a failure,
You see. I haven't brought tht nutar
scl. I en n't find a place where there hai
bis-ii 110 sorrow and no death." "Oh,"1
says the gisl Veda, "understand, youi
sorrows are no worse than the sorrow ol
others. We all have our griefs, and all
have our hi-artbreaks."
Laugh, and the world laugh with you;
Weep, and you weep alone,
For the snd old earth must borrow IU
mirth.
Hut has trouble enough of it own.
We hear a great deal of discussion now
all over the land about why jieople do Dol
gr to church. Some say it ia bevaus
Christianity is dying out and because I-o-pie
do not believe iu the truth of (Jod'l
word, u Jul all that. They are false rea
son. Why People Do Not !o to Church.
The reason is because our seruiona art
not interesting and practical and sympa
thetic ami helpful. Some one might fl
well tell the whole truth on this subject,
and so I will tell it. The sermon of th
future the kosjm-I sermon to come forth
and shake the nation and lift iiiple out
of darkness-will tie a jMipular sermon
just for the simple reason that it will
meet the woes and the want and the
anxieties of the people. There are iu all
our denomination ecclewiawtical mum.
lilies silling around to frown ujion ths
fresh young pulpits of America to try to
awe them down, to cry out, "Tut, tut,
tut! Sensational!" They stand to-day
preaching Ui chun-he that hold a thou
sand pisiple, and there are a hundred per
sons present, and if they cannot have ths
world saved in their way it wenm as il
they do not want it saved t all.
Hut I remark again the sermon of the
future will lie an awakening aennon.
I'rom altar rail to the front doorstep, un
der that sermon an audience will get uj
ami start for heaven. There will be in U
ninny n staccato passage. It will not tie s
lullaby; it will 1 a battle charge. Men
will drop their sins, for tlo-y w iU fed the
hot breath of pursuing retribution on th
back of their necks. It will le a sermon
sympathetic with nil the physical dl
tress-s its well the spiritual dislreswi
of the world. Christ not only prcarhed,
but hi heultil paralysis, ami lie healed ep
ilepsy, and he healed the dumb and tin
blind and the ten le(-rs.
That sermon of the future will t an
everyday sermon, going right down into
every man's life, and it will tench him
how to vote, how to bargain, how to plow,
how to do any work he is called to, how
to wield trowel nnd cii and jtencil nnd
yardstick and plime. And it will teach
women how to preside over their house
hold sod how to educate their children
and how to imitate .Miriam and r.suier
and Ynshti. nnd Eunice, the mother of
Timothy, and Mary, the mother of Christ,
and those women who on northern and
southern battlefields were mistaken by
the wounded for angels of mercy freb
from the throne of Cod.
Yes, I have to tell you the sermon of
the future will be a roitrled sermon. It
you have any idea that printing wo in
vented simply to print ss-nlar books, and
stenography and phonography were con
trived merely to wt forth secular ideas,
you arc mistaken. The printing pros it
to lie the great agency of gospel prochuna
lion. It is high time that g'ssl men, in
stend of denouncing the press, employ it
to scatter forth the gijs-l of Jesus Christ.
The vast majority of n-ople in our cities
do not conn- to church, nnd nothing but
the printed sermon can reach them nnd
call them to pardon and life and tence
and heaven, 'ilie time will come when
aU the village, town and city ii-vvspaM-r
will reproduce the gospel of Jesus Christ,
and sermons prciched on the Sabbath will
reverberate all around the world, and,
some by t.vs- and s..ine by voice, all na
tions will be evangelised.
An Appeul to the t'risuved.
Oh, my friends, when our watch has
ticked away for 11s for the last moment
and our clock has struck' for us the last
hour, may it l- found we did our work
well, that we did it In the Very best way,
and whether we preached the gospel In
pulpits, or taught Sabbath chies, or ad
ministered to the sick 11s physicimis, or
I.;,
a n er hiuits, or pleioiisl the
ni, or were busy as arki
'' ' ! .';. V "f us tlleclilllli,-,
' ' .1 1 ' ' d t 1 . " n meal
1 l"-i or l'l-e ; t : -. n Vi t
law us :,:
or t we I 1
to ;i
ma
ke a coat for a prophet, or like Ieb-j
ornh to rouse the courage of aoinu timid
Harak in tho Lord'a conflict, we did otir
work In such a way that it will aland the
test of the jtldgini nt. And in the long
proefstsion of the r -dee mod that inarche
round the throne may it lie found there
art many there brought to Cod through
our instrumentality and in whose rescue
we are cxultaut. Hut, oh, you unsaved,
wait not for that coming sernnm. It may
come after your ohsequiin. It may come
after the stonecutter ha chiseled ouf
name on the slab fifty year In-fore. Jo
not wait for a grent steamer line to take
you off the wreck, hut hull tht first craft,
with however low 0 mnat, and however
small a hulk, ad however poor a rudder,
nnd however weak a captain. Hotter a
disabled schooner thot come np In time
than a full rigged brig that come up lifter
you have sunkiti. Instead of waiting for
that coming sermon it limy lie twenty,
fifty year off take thl plain Invitation
of a man who, to haTt given you spiritual
eyesight, would be glnd to he called the
spittle by th hand of Christ put on the
eye of a blind man, and who would cotH
wider the highest compliment of tins sen
vice If at the close Tt) men should tnr
from thewr doors, saying: "Whether be b
a ainner or uo, I know not. This one
thing I know wberea I wn blind, now
I ." Swifter than shi, dows over the
plniu, quicker than bird 14 their au nn-
mil 1 ignr, nastier man e f.
prey, ..'
The oi .
trung t 1 ..U. 1
to CHf
'-; ;t.
e already
brute your
rrsue.
Aud many were the voice around the
throne
Ilejolee, for the Lord brings beck his ow
Copyright, iwrr.
The cbeeka become pale from fcaj
because the mental emotion dlinln
Ishes the action of the heart and lung
mm so Impedes the clrculaUoo.