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Newspaper Page Text■e-r GARDENS OE THE SEA. the son; these gorgeously Upholstered castles of the Almighty in the under world! The author of the text felt the pull of iho hidden vegetation of the Mediterranean, whether or not he ap preciated its beauty, as ho cried out, "The weeds were wrapped about my head." Let my subject cheer all those who had friends who lmvo been buried at sea or in our great American lakes. Which of us brought up on the Atlantic coast Brooklyn, Oct. 1. In his sermon this has not had kindred or friend thhs sep .REV. DR. TALMAGE ON THE BOTANY OF THE BIBLE. ‘He Draws n rnrnllol Between Physical Science and Revelation—The Surpassing 1 Wonders of the Depths of the Sea—An \ ICloquent Discourse. forenoon in tho Brooklyn Tabernacle, as in many other discourses, Rev. T. Do Witt Talmagotook his hearers and read ers through an untried region of thought and found a subject for most practical gospelization in “The Gardens of the 8ea." Tho text selected was Jonah ii, 6, “The weeds were wrapped about iny head.” “Tho Botany of tho Bible; or, God Among the Flowers" is a fascinating sub ject. I hold in my hand a book which 1 Brought from Palestine, bound in olivo wood, and within it are pressed flowers which have not only retained their color, But their aroma. Flowers from Botlile- liem, flowers from Jerusalem, flowers from Gethsemane, flowers from Mount ulehored? We had tho useless horror of thinking that they were denied proper resting place. We said: “Oh, if (hey had lived to come ashore and had then ex pired! What an alleviation of our troublo it would buv« been to put them in somo beautiful family plot, where wo could havo planted flowers and trees over them," Why, God did bettor for them than we could have done for them. They were let down into beautiful gardens. Before they had reached the bottom they had garlands about their brow. In moro elaborate and adorned place than we could havo afforded them they wero put away for tho last slumber Hear it, mothers and fathers of sailor boys whose ship went down in our last August hurricane! There are no Green- of Olives, flowers from Betliany, flowers ] woods or Laurel Hills or Mount Auburns , 5 from Siloum, flowers from tho valley of Jehoshaphat, red anemones and wild mignonette, buttercups, daisies, cycla mens, camomile, bluebells, ferns, moss es, grasses and a wealth of flora that keep me fascinated by the hour, and every time I open it it is a new revela tion. It is the New Testament of (ho fields. But my text leads us into an other realm of the botanical kingdom. Having spoken to you in a course of eermons about “God Everywhere”—on “The Astronomy of the Bible; or, God Among the Stars;” “The Ornithology of the Bible; or, God Among tho Birds;” “The Ichthyology of the Bible; or, God Among tho Fishes;” “Tho Mineralogy of the Bible; or, God Among tho Ame thysts;” “The Couchology of the Bible; or, God Among the Shells;” “The Chro nology of the Bible; or, God Among tho Centuries”—I speak now. to you about “The Botany of tho Bible; dr, God In the Gardens of the Sea.” Although I purposely take this morning for consid eration the least observed and least ap preciated of all t he botanical products of the world, we shall find tho contempla tion very absorbing. In all our theological seminaries where we nuiko ministers there ought to bo professors to give lessons in natural his tory. Physical science ought to be taught tside by side with revelation. It is the same God who inspires the page of tho natural world ns tho page of the Scrip tural world. What a freshening uji it would be to our sermons to press into them even a fragment of Mediterranean seaweed! We should have fewer ser mons awfully dry if we imitated our Blessed Lord, and in our discourse, like Mm, wo would let a lily bloom, or a crow fly. or a hen brood her chickens, or a crystal of salt flash out tho preservative qualities of religion. The trouble is that in many of our theological seminaries meu who are so dry themselves they never could get people to come and hear them preach are now trying to teach young men how to preach, and tho student is put between two great presses of dogmatic theology and squeezed until there is no life left in him. Give the poor victim at least tmo lesson on the botany of the Bible. WONDERS OP THE DEEP. That was an awful plunge that the rec reant prophet Jonah made when, dropped over the gunwales of the Medi terranean ship, he sank many fathoms down into ft tempestuous sea. Both be fore and after the monster of the deep swallowed him, he was entangled in sea weed. Tho jungles of the deep threw (their cordage of vegetation around him. Some of this seaweed was anchored to the bottom of the watery abysm, and come of it was afloat and swallowed by the great sea monster, so that, while tho prophet was at the bottom of the deep after lie was horribly imprisoned he could exclaim and did exclaim in the words of my text, “The weeds were wrapped about my head.” j Jonah was the first to record that thero are growths upon the bottom of tho sea as well as upon land. The first picture 1 ever owned was a handful of seaweeds pressed on a page, and I called them “the shorn locks of Neptune.” These products of tho deep, whether brown or green or yellow or purple or red or inter- shot of many colors, are most fascinat ing. They are distributed all over tho depths and from Arctic to Antarctic That God thinks well of them I conclude from the fact that lie lias made 0,000 species of them. Sometimes these water plants are 400 or 700 feet long, and they cable the sea. One specimen has a ^growth of 1,500 feet On the northwest shore of our country is a seaweed with leaves 80 or 40 feet long, amid which tho sea otter makes liis home, resting himself on the buoy ancy of the leaf and stem. The thickest jungles of the tropics are not more full «f vegetation than the depths of the sea. There are forosts down there and vast . prairies all abloom, and God walks there as he walked in tho Garden of Eden “in the cool of the day.” Oh, what entrance- inent, this subaqueous world! Oh, the God given wonders of the seaweed I Its Birthplace is a palace of crystal. Tho cradle that rocks it is the storm. Its grave is a sarcophagus of beryl and sap phire. There is no night down there. There are creatures of God on the bot tom of the sea so constructed that, strewn »U along, they make a firmament be sprent with stars, constellations and galaxies of imposing luster. The sea feather is a lamplighter. Thogymnotus Is an electrician, and lie is surcharged fwith electricity and makes the deep (Bright with the lightning of the sea. (The gorgonia flashes like jewels. There are ee£ anomonos ablaze with light. There are the starfish and the moonfish, t Q oalled because they so powerfully sug gest stellar and lunar illumination. (5h, these midnight lanterns of the ocean caverns; these processions of flame over the white floor of the deep^dlieso (illuminations three miles dowijr under so beautiful ou the laud as t.'iero arc banked and terraced and scooped and hung in the depths of tho sea. The bod ies of our foundered and sunken friends are girdled and canopied and housed with such glories as attend no other Necropolis. They were swamped in lifeboats, or they struck on Goodwin sands or Deal beach or tho Skerries, and wero never heard of, or disappeared with tho City of Boston, or tho Ville de Havre, or (ho Cvmbria or wero run down in a fishing smack that put out from Newfoundland. But dismiss your previous gloom about tho horrors of ocean entombment. THE MISTAKES OF JONAH. When Sevastopol was besieged in tho Anglo-French war, Prince Mentchikof, commanding the Russian navy, saw that (ho only way to keep tho English out of the harbor was to sink all of the Russian ships of war in the roadstead, and so 100 vessels sank. When, after the war was over, our American engineer, Gowan, de scended to tho depths in a diving bell, it was an impressive spectacle. One hundred buried ships! But it is that way nearly nil across the Atlantic ocean. Ships sunk not by command of admirals, but by the command' of cy clones. But they all had sublime burial, and the surroundings amid which they sleep the last sleep are moro imposing than tho Taj Mahal, the mau soleum with walls incrusted with pre cious stones und built by the great mo gul of India over his empress. Your departed ones were buried in the gar dens of (he Eea, fenced off by hedges of coralline. The greatest obsequies ever known on the land wero those of Moses, where no ono but God was present. The sublime report of that entombment is in the book of Deuteronomy, which says that the Lord buried him, and of those who have gone down to slumber in the deep the same may be said, “The Lord buried them.” As Christ was buried in a gar den, so your shipwrecked friends ami those who could not survive till they reached port were put down amid iri descence—-“In the midst of the garden there was a sepulcher.” It has, always been a mystery what was the particular mode by which George G. Cookman, the pulpit orator of tho Meth odist church and the chaplain of the American congress, left this life after embarking for England on the steamship President, March 11, 1841. Tho ship never arrived in port. No one ever signaled her, and ou both sides of tho ocean it has for 50 years been questioned what became of her. But this I know about Cookman—that whether it was iceberg or conflagration midsea or col lisiou ho had more garlands on his ocean tomb than if, expiring on laud, each of his million friends had put a bouquet on his casket. In the midst of tho garden was his sepulcher. But that brings me to notice the mis nomer in this Jonahitic expression of the text. Tho prophet not only made a mistake by trying -to go to Tarshish when God told him to go to Nineveh, but he made a mistake when ho styled as weeds these growths that enwrapped him on the day he sank. A weed is something that is useless. It is some thing you throw out from the garden. It is something that chokes tho wheat. It is something to be grubbed out from among the cotton. It is something un sightly to the eye. It is an invader of the vegetable or floral world. But this growth that sprang up from the depth of the Mediterranean or floated on its surface was among tho most beautiful things that God over makes. It was a water plant known as the red colored alga and no weed at all. It comes from the loom of infinite beauty. It is planted by heavenly love. It is the star of a sunken firmament. It is a lamp which the Lord kindled. It is a cord by which to bind whole sheaves of practical suggestion. It is a poem all whose cantos are rung by divine good ness. Yet we all make the mistake that Jonah made in regard to it and call it a weed. “The weeds were wrapped about my head.” Ah, that is the trouble on the land as on the sea! Wo call those weeds that are flowers. Pitched up on the beach of society are children without home, without opportunity for anything but sin, seemingly -without God. They are washed up helpless. They are called ragamuffins. They are spoken of as the rakings of the world. They are waifs. They are street arabs. They are flotsam and jetsam of the social sea. They are something to be left alone, or something to be trod on, or something to give up to decay. Nothing but weeds. They are up the rickety stairs of that garret. They are down in tho cellar of that tene ment house. They swelter in summers when they see not one blade of green grass, and shiver in winters that allow them not one warm coat or shawl or shoe. Such the city missionary found in ono of our city rookeries, and when tho poor woman was asked if she sent her cliild- dren to school slio replied: “No, sir, I never did send ’em to school. I know it, they ought to learn, but I couldn’t. I try to shame him sometimes (it is my husband, sir), but ho drinks and then beats me—look at that bruiso on my face—and I tell him to see what iscoinin to his children. There's Peggy goes eellin fruit every night in those cellars in Water street, and they're hells, sir. She’s leurnin all sortB of bad words there and don’t get back till 13 o’clock at night. If it wasn’t for lier earnin a ; sliillin or two in them places, I should starve. Oh, 1 wish they was out of the city. Yes, it is the truth. I would rather havo all my children dead than on the street, but I can’t help it.” Another ono of those poor women found by a reformatory association, re cited her story of want und woo and looked up and said, “I felt so hard tu lose tho children when they died, lmt now I’m glad they’re gone.” Ask any one of a thousand such children on the streets, “Where do you live?” and they will answer, “I don't livo nowhere." They will sleep tonight in ash barrels, oi under outdoor stairs, or on the wharf, kicked and bruised and hungry. Who cares for them? Onco in awhile a city missionary, or a tract distributor, or a teacher of ragged schools will rescue one of them, but for most peoplo they are only weeds. Yet Jonah did not more completely misrepresent tho red alga about his head in tho Mediterranean than most peoplo misjudge these poor and forlorn and dying children of (ho street. They aro not weeds. They nro immortal flow ers. Down in the deep sea of woe, but flowers. When society and tho church of God come to appreciate their eternal value, there will be more C. L, Braces and moro Yau Meters and more angels of mercy' spending their fortunes and their lives in the rescue. Hear it, O yo philanthropic and Christian and merciful souls—not weeds, but flowers, i abjure you as the friends of all newsboys’ lodging houses, of all industrial Echools, of all <liomes for friendless girls and for the many re formatories and humane associations now on foot. How much they havo al ready accomplished! Gut of what wretchedness, into what good homes! Of 21,000 of these picked up out of tho streets and sent into country homes only 13 children turned out badly. In the last 80 years a number that no man can number of tho vagrants liavo been lifted into respectability and usefulness and a Christian life. Many of them have homes of their own. Though ragged boys onco and street girls, now at the head of prosperous families, honored on earth and to bo glorious in lieavejj. Some of them havo been governors of states. Somo of tbem are ministers of the gospel. In all de partments of life those who wero thought to be weeds have turned out to be flowers. One of those rescued lads from the streets of our cities wrote to another, saying: “I have heard you are studying for tho ministry. So am I.” My hearers, I implead you for the newsboys of the streets, many of them the brightest children of the city, but with no chance. Do not step on their bare feet. Do not, when they steal a ride, cut behind. When the paper is 8 cents, once in awhile give them a 5 cent pieco and tell them to keep the change. I like the ring of the letter the newsboy sent back from Indiana, where he had been sent to a good home, to a New York" newsboy's’ lodging house: "Boys, wo should show ourselves that we are no fools, that we can become as respectable as any of the countrymen, for Franklin and Webster and Clay' wero poor boys once, and even George Law and Van derbilt and Astor. And noyv, boys, stand up and let them see you have got the real stuff in you. Come out here and make respectable and honor able men, so thoy can say, ‘There; that boy was once a newsboy.’ ” My hear ers, join the Christian philanthropists who are changing organ grinders und bootblacks and newsboys and street arabs and cigar girls into those who shall be kings and queens unto God forever. It is high time that Jonah finds out that that which is about him is not weeds, but flowers. CORONALS OF BEAUTY. As I examine this red alga which was about the recreant prophet down in the Mediterranean depths, when, in the words of my text, he cried out, “The weeds were wrapped about my head,” and I am led thereby to further examine this sub marine world, I am compelled to exclaim, What a wonderful G*d we have! I am glad that, by diving bell, and “Brooks’ deep sea sounding apparatus,” and ever improving machinery, wo are permitted to walk tho floor of the ocean and report the wonders wrought by the great God. Study these gardens of the sea. Easier and easier shall the profounds of the ocean become to us, and more and more its opulenco of color and -plant unroll, especially as “Villeroy’s submarine boat” lias been constructed, making it possible to navigate under the sea al most as well as on the surface of the sea, and unless God in his mercy ban ishes war from the earth whole fleets of armed ships will yet far down under the water move on to blow up the argosies that float the surface. May such sub marine ships be used for laying open the wonders of God’s workings in the great deep and never for human devastation! Oh, the marvels of the water world! These so called seaweeds are the pasture fields and the forage of the innumerable animals of the deep. Not one species of them can be spared from the economy of nature. Valleys and mountains and plants miles underneath the waves are all covered with flora and fauna. Sunken Alps and Apennines and Himalayas of Atlantic and Paeific oceans. A continent that once connected Europe and Ameri ca, so that in tho ages past men came on foot across from where England is to where we now stand, all sunken and now covered with the growths of the sea as it-once was covered with growths of the land. England and Ireland once all one piece of land, but now much of it so far sunk en ns to make a channel, and Ireland lias become an island. Tho islands, for tho most part, are only the foreheads of sunken continents. The sea conquering the land all along (lie coasts and crum bling (ho hemisp .ores, wider und wider becomo the subaqueous dominions. Thank God that skilled hydrographern have made us maps nn<V charts of (lie rivers anil lakes and sens and shown us something of the work of tho eternal God in tho water worlds. Thank God that the great Virginian, Lieutenant Maury, lived to givo us “The Physical Geography of the Sea,” and that men of genius have gone forth to study the so called weeds that wrapped about Jonah’s head and havo found them to bo coronals of beauty, and when tho tide receded these scientists have waded down and picked up divinely pictured leaves of the oceau, the naturalists, Pike and Hooper and Walters, gathering them from tho bench of Long Island sound, and Dr. Blodgett preserving them from tho shores of Key West, and Professors Emerson und Gray finding them along Boston harbor, and Professor Gibbs gathering them from Charleston harbor, and for all the other triumphs of algol ogy, or the science of seaweed. Why confine ourselves to tho old and hackneyed illustrations of tho wonder workings of God, when there aro at least • fivo great seas full of illustrations ns yet not marshaled, every root and frond and cell and color and movement and habit of oceanic vegetation crjflng on’.: "GodI God! Ho made us. He clothed us. He adorned us. Ho was tho God of our ancestors clear back to tho first sea growth, when God divided tho waters which were above tho firmament from tho waters which were under the firma ment and shall be the God of our descend ants clear down to the day when the sea shall give up its dead, We have heard liis command, and we havo obeyed, ‘Praiso tho Lord, dragons and ull .deeps.’ ” David’s Marine doxolocjy. Thero is agreat comfort that rolls over upon us from this study of the so called seaweed, and that is the demonstrated doctrine of a particular providence. When I find that, the Lord provides in tho so called seaweed the pasturage for tho thronged marine world, so that not a fin or scale in all that oceanic aqua rium suffers need, 1 conclude he will feed ns, and if lie suits tho alga to tho ani mal life of the deep ho will provide the food for our physical and spiritual needs. And if lie clothes the flowers of the deep with richness of robe that looks bright as fallen rainbows by day, and at night makes tho underworld look ns though the sea were on lire, surely he will clothe you, “O ye of little faith!” And what fills mo with unspeakable delight is that this God of depths and heights, of ocean and of continent, may, through Jesus Christ, the divinely appointed means, bo yours and mine, to help, to cheer, to pardon, to 6avc, to imparadise. What matters who in earth or hell is against us if he is for us? Omnipotence to defend us, omnipresence to companion us and infinite love to en fold and uplift and enrapture us. And when God does small things so well, seemingly taking as much care with the coil of a seaweed as the out- branching of a Lebanon cedar, and with the color of a vegetable growth which is hidden fathoms out of sight as he does with the solferino and purple of a sum mer sunset, we will he determined to do well all we are called to do, though no one see or appreciate us. Mighty God! Roll in upon ottr admiration and holy appreciation more of the wonders of this submarine world. My joy is that after we are quit of all earthly hindrances we may come back to tins world and exploro what wo cannot now fully investigate. If we shall have power to soar into the atmospheric without fatigue I think we shall have power to dive into the aque ous without peril, and that tho pictured and tessellated sea floor will be as ac cessible ns now is to the traveler the floor of the Alhambra, and all the gar dens of the deep will then swing open to us their gates as now to the tourist Chatsworth opens on public days its cascades and statuary and conservatories for our entrance. “It doth not yet ap pear what we shall be.” You cannot make me believe that God hath spread out all that garniture of tho deep merely for the polyps and Crustacea to look at. And if tho unintelligent creatures of the Mediterranean and the Atlantic ocean he surrounds with such beautiful grasses of the deep, what a heaven we may expect for our uplifted and ran somed souls when we are unchained of tho flesh and rise to realms beatific! Of the flora of that “sea of glass mingled with fire,” I have no power to speak, but I shall always be glad that, when the prophet of the text, flung over tho gun wales of the Mediterranean ship, de scended into the boiling sea, that which he supposed to be weeds wrapped aoout his head wero not weeds, but flowers. And am I not right in this glance at the botany of the Bible in adding to Luke’s mint, anise and cumin, and Matthew's tares, and John’s vine, and Solomon’s cluster of camphire, and Jer emiah’s balm, and Job’s bulrush, and Isaiah’s terebinth, and Ilosea’s thistle, and Ezekiel’s cedar, and “the hyssop that springeth out of the wall,” and the “rose of Sharon and lily of the valley,” and the frankinconse and myrrh and cassia which the astrologers brought to the manger at least one stalk of the alga of the Mediterranean. And now I make the marine doxology of David my peroration, for it was writ ten about 40 or 50 miles from the place where the scene of the text was onacted. “The sea is his, and he made it, and his hands formed the dry land. Oh, come, lot us worship and bow down; let ns kneel before the Lord, our Maker. For he is our God, and wo are the people of his pasture.” Amen. Tho Dollar Docket. There has been a variation invented ou the dollar locket. When the spring is touched, instead of disclosing the face of one’s very best young man, a small mirror is there, so that half the girls you suspect of being very sentimental are really only studying the state of their bangn.—Jenness Miller Monthly. ODD8 AND ENDS. Schumann's father was a bookseller Ice was first made by machinery by : Carre in 1800. There nro but 100 colored voters in North Dakota. Gifford, tho poet, was a sailor’s son and himself a shoemaker. It takes a great deal of cleverness tc make a little cloveruess pay. Tho “cabin boat" is disappearing from the upper Mississippi river. A cow’s hide produces nearly twice the amount of leather That a horse’s does. Architecture ns a study for women has had a great push into popular favor of late. Ben Jenson was the son of a-brick- layer, and for a time himself worked at that trade. The equality of man depends not upon his birth, but upon his respect for soap and water. Inheritance is tho least dishonest way to acquire wealth, and generosity is its only excuse. An Oil City (Pa.) colored man lately won a wager by devouring a 02-pouud watermelon. Callao, Mo., boasts of a woman nine ty-two years of ago who walks a mile nearly every day. Four Winnipeg (Manitoba) men re cently started on a drive to Jackson ville, Fla.—a distance of about 2,000 miles. Ico cream and ginger are eaten to gether by certain fashionables—proba bly on the principle of combining cause and cure. Tho Handkerchief in Public. It was not until the reign of the im press Josephine in France £ at I lie pocket handkerchief was toleru.od at all as an article for public use. No lady would have dared use one in the pres ence of others. Even the name was carefully avoided in polite conversation. An actor who would have ventured to, use one on the stage would lmvo been hissed off the boards. It was only in the beginning of tho present century that Mile. Duchesnois, a famous actress, dared to appear with a handkerchief in her hand. Having to speak of it in the course of the play slio could only sum mon courage to refer to it as a “light tissue.” A translation of ono of Shakespeare's plays by Alfred de Vigney was acted, and the word was used for the first lime upon the stage, and provoked a storm of I indignant hisses from all parts of the house. The Empress Josephine, although real ly a beautiful woman, had very bad teeth, and to conceal them she was in the habit of carrying small handker chiefs, trimmed with costly laces, which she raised gracefully to her lips to con ceal her teeth. The ladies of the court followed her example, and handkerchiefs rapidly became an important part of the feminine toilet.—New York Herald. come „ uaien-s * Aversions. An English magazine the other day asked women to tell what they consider tljeir pet aversion. Here are some of th > answers received: “The endless discus sion of the Irish question.” “A formal lunch party.” “My pet question has no name or being, yet I see her plainly with my spirit’s eye. There she sits, al ways neat and unruffled, ever wearing that serene smile which makes mo long to shake her, if only to see how she would look then. Always conscientious, always kind, her worst fault is that she has no fault.” “My pet aversion is the figdgety, tidy'woman.” “Cows, of course! 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The La Grange reporter. (La Grange, Ga.) 184?-193?, October 06, 1893, Image 2