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BY REV. T. DeWITT TALMAGK
THOMAS GUARD.
“How are tho mighty fallen in the midst
of the battle.!”—2 Samuel, 1., 25.
An outburst of grief and eulogiura
from David because of tlie death of his
dearly beloved friend Jonathan, at the
battle of Gilboa, but as appropriate an
exclamation for all those who heard
that two weeks ago, at six minutes of
1 o’clock on Sabbath morning, Rev.
Thomas Guard, pastor of the Mount
Vernon Methodist Episcopal Church of
Baltimore, breathed his last. Mighty
in eloquence, mighty in sympathy,
mighty in influence, mighty for God,
mighty for the church, mighty for the
world’s betterment. “How are the
mighty fallen in the battle!” The
providence comes to me with the more
solemnity because he sent me a saluta
tion of love, warmer and more generous
than lever received from any Christian
minister—a salutation which reached
me a week after his death, coming with
tho proposition that we exchange pul
pits, he to preach here and I to go there.
Oh! how glad I would have been to
have had him confront this assemblage
and on tins platform unfurl the crimson
banner of the cross. Who was Thomas
Guard? I remark in the first place,
he was a grand specimen of what the
religion of Jesus Christ can do for
man. Whether in Ireland, or In South
Africa, or in America, on the Atlantic
coast, or on the Pacific or in the
cities between, he was ever'trying to
make the people good and happy. I
challenge you, amid all the ranks of
those who have despised Christianity
during all the ages, to show me a soul
so unselfish, so stdf-sacrificing, and 1
will give you from now until we meet
at the bar of God in the day of eternal
judgment to fetch up your first speci
men. It is only the grace of God that
can make a character like that. Who
was he? He was a contribution from
Methodism to Christianity. He was
in that apostleship of which John
Wesley was the chief and Alfred Cook
man the modern exponent. I warrant
you, that when this man of God, two
weeks ago went up to the gate of Heav
en, there was at that shining gate a
group of the chieftains of that heroic
set to greet him. How it makes one
feel for the helmet and the sword to
give reverential salute, as I call the
names of Asbury, and Emory, and
Cope, and Watson, and Fletcher, and
Whitfield,and Bishops Jones and Scott.
But no fence of sectarianism could wall
in Thomas Guard any more than you
could fence in the fragrance of a grove
of magnolias in full bloom. He was
with us in the attempt to annihilate
bitter sectarianism, a work so nearly
done that while in all ourdenominatios,
there are narrow souled bigots running
around with rails and post and shovel,
trying to rebuild tlie unbrotherly sepa
ration, the distinctions will soon all
vanish in the overwhelming answer to
Christ’s prayer, “Father, that they all
may he one.” Who was he? He was
the contribution of foreign nationality
to America. Born in Galway, Ireland,
in 1831. Died in Maryland, United
States, 1882. Take away from the
history of the American torum, the
American laboratory and American
pulpit, all foreign talent, and you have
obliterated more than half of it. Scot
land grows great metayhysicians, Eng
land grows great philosophers,Germany
grows great dreamers, Italy grows great
painters, Sweden and Norway grows
great singers, and Ireland grows great
orators. Thomas Guard came from
the land of Edmrtnd Burke and Robert
Emmet and Daniel O’Cornell, and he
showed it. The fire of eloquence was
in his eye, in his hand, in his foot, and
quivered in his whole body, with every
tone, with every attitude, with every
gesture he defied all the rules of rheto
ric as laid down in the hooks. He
made his own laws. Unlike all others,
he was like himself. Electric, thunder
bolted. Irish eloquence sanctified. When
America has received for the last half
century such a large donation of great
souls from Ireland, she can well afford
to return her sympathy. Bread when
there is famine, and world resounding
protest when there is political oppres
sion. Who was he? He was a preacher
of the Gospel, natural and untrammel
ed by the way other people did their
work. His church was thronged. A
building holding 1,500 or 2,000 people
and thronged. He did not use what is
called the pulpit tone. He spake out
of a sympathetic heart to the hearts of
the people. In all denominations thero
is discussion about the decadence of
church going. I will tell you why
people do not go to church. They can
not stand the humdrum of ministers re
solved to preach like all their prede
cessors and like everybody else. The
fact is that some theological seminaries
in this day take all the fire out of a
man and send him into the pulpit cow
ed down. They tell him how many
heads he must have to his discourse,
and how long the introduction must be,
and what kind of an application must
be fastened on at the end, and how he
must plant his foot, and how he must
throw out his hand, and there are thou
sands of Presbyterian, and Methodist,
and Baptist, and Congregational
churches today dying by inches through
intolerable humdrum. Thomas Guard
threw body, and mind and soul against
these frigid conventionalities of the
church, and they cracked and gave way
under his holy impetuosity. Eloquence
is not attitude, it is not gesture, it is
not voice; it is being possessed with
some important thought and making
others feel as you do. I wish that the
young men of our theological semina
ries could have heard Thomas Gnard
preach. The trouble is that in many
theological seminaries young men are
taught how to preach by professor*,
who, themselves, never could preach.
You can no more get people to come to
church, doing things now as they did
a century ago, than you can get them
to discard the limited express train to
Washington and go with the stage
coach. The old Gospel, the same Gos
pel from century to century, but hav
ing its adaption to each age. What
a farce is being enacted in many of the
cities. A church holding a thousand
people with 250 folks in it, scattered
around in great lonesomeness, and go
ing there from year to year because it
has been decreed from all eternity that
they should go, and they somehow
cannot help it. Who was Thomas
Guard? He was a man of large sympa
thies. The earth could not fill him.
He took in heaven as well. All time,
all eternity, sll heights, all depths, all
lengths, all breadths- Thorough man
liness. No whining out of the Gospel.
No whimpering about the world as go
ing to destruction when it is going to
redemption. No patience with men,
inside or outside tho ministry, built on
a small scale, five feet by three, trying
to pull others clown, hoping out of the
debris to build themselves up. Hating
cant with as much emphasis as Thomas
Carlyle hated it, but for an opposite
reason; not as the tiger hates the calf,
but as music hates discord and as the
sunshine hates darkness. He was full
of the gospel of good cheer, the gospel
of geniality, the gospel of practical help,
the gospel of spring morning, the gos
pel of cat nation, rose, and pond lily.
I think that to him the blooming orch
ard was a burning censor swinging be
fore the throne. I think that to him
the sky was a gallery and the clouds
were pictures done in water colors.
Great soul, gentle soul, sympathetic
soul, transcendent soul. I do not know
through which one of the twelve gates
in Heaven he entered when he ascend
ed two weeks ago; hut if there be one
gate with larger pearl than another
and with hinges of more ponderous gold
than another, and with arch more tri
umphal than another, and with waiting
chariot of swifter wheel and snowier
courses than another, I think that was
the gate at which Thomas Guard en
tered.
While I consider this providence
which affects all the Christian church,
I am struck first with the mysteries
and then with the alleviations. Mys
tery the first. Why should so good a
man he called so terrifically to suffer?
There came all those years of domestic
anxiety because of his wife’s invalid
ism, moving from Ireland to South
Africa, for the same cause moving from
the Atlantic coast to the Pacific coast,
for the same cause moving from San
Francisco to Oakland. The honey
moon lasted from the time when at 27
years of his age he took her hand at
Dublin, on down until when four or
five years ago he put her away for the
resurrection. Ah! that husbandly af
fection is of but poor fibre which lasts
only while the eye sparkles, and the
cheek lias in it the flush of sunrise.
He held that hand as tenderly and as
lovingly, after it was wasted and sick,
as when it was round, well and strong,
the ardor of affection increasing all the
way from Dublin to Oakland. Then
come those four or five years, when at
any moment he was liable to paroxysms
of physical suffering; postponing the
surgeon’s knife until he could postpone
it no longer; with a nervous horror ap
proaching the crisis, until he had no
strength to meet it; passing out to life
with physical agonies, which anodyne
and hyperdermic appliances only par
tially assuaged; suffering, suffering.
Tell me why. I cannot tell you, I
adjourn the mystery to the day when
Ridley shall have explained to him the
fiery stake, and Hugh McKall shall
have explained to him the scaffold, and
Margret, the martyr Scotch girl, shall
have explained to her the wave with
which she was drowned, and James A.
Garfield shall have explained to him
the bullet, and that suffering woman
up the dark alley shall have explained
to her cancer, and the rainbow of God’s
bright and beautiful explanation shall
be hung on all the departed showers of
earthly grief.
Mystery the second: Why should
he be taken at 51 years of age, and at
the very height of his influence? Why
not wait until ho was worn out with
old ago? Why, after the batteries had
been loaded for anew campaign and
were about to be unlirabered, must a
gunner drop? Why should he he taken
before this Austerlitz, this Sedan, this
Waterloo between Infidelity and Christ
ianity is undisputedly settled in behalf
of Him who is the rider on the white
horse? Why should this fearless and
mounted captain of the Lord’s host be
slain while the feet of many weak
Christians, are by terror being shaken
out of the stirrups? Why should this
man die when to rally the courage of
the Christian church we want more
plumed warriors at the front. It is the
last part of my text that sounds like
the roll of a funeral drum. “How are
the mighty fallen in the midst of the
battle.” It is as thoagh Bluchcr had
been slain while coming up at night
fall with reinforcements. It ii though
Garnet Wolseley had fallen half way
between Alexandria and Tel-el-Kebir.
How demoralizing to have the riderless
horse of a chieftain careering and snort
ing across the battle plain. Why was
it when Thomas Guard had gathered
up so much knowledge and so much
experience, he should be taken away
just as his best work was about to be
done? Tell me. I cannot tell yon. I
adjourn the mystery to that day when
we shall find out why Henry Kirk
White expired at 21 years of age, just
as he was giving intimation to the
Christian church that he had in him
the song power of Isaac Watts and
Charles Wesley, writing with his boy
ish hand:
When marshaled on the nightly plain,
The glittering hosts bestarred the sky:
One star alone of all the train
Can fix the sinner’s wandering eye.
Hark, hark to God, the chorus breaks,
From every host, from every gem;
But one alone, the Saviour speaks,
It is the Star of Bethlehem.
I postpone this mystery of Thomas
Guard’s death to the day when we
shall find out why JohD Summerfield,
the flaming evangel, expired at 27 years
of age. just as his grandest work seemed
opening before him, and why JohnMc-
Clintock died before he had completed
his cyclopoedia of biblical, theological
and ecclesiastical literature; and until
the day when we shall know why last
year, at 57 years of age, William Mor
ley Punshon closed his lips forever,
while on his shoulder rested the inter
ests of the English Missionery Society,
and there were yet so many words of
lire waiting for him to speak; yea, until
that day when we shall find why Bee
thoven was struck with complete deaf
ness so that he could not hear the loud
est organ crash rendering his own
music, and that day when we shall find
out why so many authors never finish
ed their manuscripts, and why so many
artists dropped their pencils just as
they were making the outline of a great
masterpiece, and why so many poets
stopped midway the rhythm, and why
so many bright days halted at noon,
O! yes, it was with Thomas Guard 12
o’clock meridian. The clock of his
life struck 1 at Galway, struck 9 at
South Africa, struck 10 at San Fran
cisco, struck 11 at Oakland, struck 12
at Baltimore. High noon and the sun
eclipsed. But that last word, thank
God, passes us on from the shadow of
mystery into the glorious alleviation
of this providence.
Eclipsed, not extinguished; something
rolled between us and him, doing no
damage to him. When Jupiter hides
one of his satellites it is occultation.
No one has any idea that the satellite
is destroyed when the earth casts its
shadow on the moon, it is lunar eclipse,
but no one has any idea that the queen
of night is dethroned. When Mercury
partially hides the face of the sun, we
call it a transit, but we have no idea
that any damage is done. When the
moon hides the sun it is solar eclipse,
but no one has any idea that the king
of day is dead. 1 pronounce this de
parture of Thomas Guard to be occul
tation, transit, eclipsr! When the sun
was eclipsed in 1842, and in 1868 and
1869, all the astronomers gathered in
the observatories and all the telescopes
were turned heavenward, and now, as
this effulgent nature is eclipsed, we do
well to come up in the watch towers of
the church and into the observatory of
Mount Zion and stand like the men ot
Galilee gazing into heaven. If you
have any idea that Thomas Guard lies
lacerated in Green Mount Cemetery, I
have no share in your wretched agnos
ticism. Alas! for that sepulchre which
has a knob on the outside the door to
let us in, but no latch on the inside the
door to let us out. This man of God
has only moved on and moved up. He
pressed out of a room where the air was
heavy with opiates into an atmosphere
exhilarant, and from a body pain struck
into conditions rubicund with health
immortal. He has become one of the
athletes of heaven—deathless as God is
deathless, never to know pain or sick
ness, or suffering, or sorrow, except as
a vivid reminiscence. His mission is
widened out. He has come to higher
appointment, not to this church or to
that church, or this denomination or
that denomination, or this city or that
city, or this world or that world. He
has the universe to range in. What
velocities! What circuits! What mo
mentum! What orbits in which the
stars shall be as silvery as before the
occultation, and the sun shall be as
radiant as before the eclipse! You could
not understand fully Thomas Guard
here. You cannot understand Thomas
Guard there. More difference than be
tween an eagle in an iron cage and an
eagle pitching from Chimborazo to
wards the sun. His work on earth is
not done, it is not half done, it is not a
fourth done, it is not a thousandth
part done. He resumes it now under
better auspices. How do I know?
“Are they not all ministering spirits
sent forth to minister to them that shall
be heirs of salvation?” The lines of
telegraphy and of rail track connect no
two earthly cities so well as earth is
connected with Heaven. Did Thomas
Guard, after he was established in this
land, go to South Africa to get his
family and bring them to this better
country? and shall he not now come
back some time to that earthly home
and at the right time take his loved
ones to the still better country? But he
shall not come alone. The twain shall
come, they who were side by side for so
many years, bending over the same
cradle, weeping over the same grave,
now coming side by side, wing by wing
to hover over those children when they
sleep, and to escort them heavenward
when they die. Father and mother
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coming to help; father and mother com
ing down to comfort; father and mother
coming down to defend The air ef this
autumnal day so darkened with the
flocks of birds flying southward seek
ing a summer clime not so full as the
air is full of ministering spirits. An
gels are hovering around. Flocks of
immortals sweeping this way and that.
Earth no more an orphaned world, bnt
a suburb of heaven. Blessed is that
earthly home, where Christian parents
preside, but more mightily defended is
that home which a glorified ancestry
canopy with their benediction.
Elisha saw the mountains full of
horses and chariots of supernatural aid,
and so they are yet. Which way are
they driving? Her horses head this
way. How the chariots rumble down
the sky steeps. Sent forth to minister.
Is yonder a soul in great excruciation
of pain, and shall Thomas Guard re
fuse the ministry when he knows about
suffering? Is vnnder a soul awfully
bereft? Surely Thomas Guard cannot
refuse his ministry, for he knows what
it is to be bereft? Shall we have re
vivals of religion in onr churches and
Thomas Guard not join in the hallelu
jah? Shall there come a great Arm
ageddon in which all the good are on
one side and all the bad on the other
side? Earth and hell and heaven drawn
out in battle array and the gallant
spirit just ascended not mingle in the
fight? Not draw his sword? Not lift
his battle shont? passing on to fati
gueless service! Perhaps he will preach
the gospel to some other world that
needs a Saviour. Perhaps he will carry
quick dispatch from the Throne of God
to some empire of which the strongest
telescope has yet made no revelation.
Perhaps he will take a special part in
the chorals before the throne. Perhaps
he will help compose some new doxol
ogy for the blest. Perhaps he will tell
while all thegalleries of light listen, of
that grace which strengthened him
through all the earthey struggle, the
closing words of h’S recital drowned
out by the outburst of ministreisy that
can halt no longer, the surges dashing
to the tops of the throne, while the
archangel rising, beats time with his
sceptre.
When a good man was dying he said
he saw written on the sky three letters,
and they were all alike. The letter
“V.” Someone said to Huffman dy
ing what he thought the letter “V”
was for. He said, “1 think it stands
for victory.” So over all this scene
there is written congratulation for the
departed, comfort for the bereft, and
encouragement for us all. Three “Y’s”
Victory! Victory! Victory? Three
“H’S.” Heaven! Heaven! Heaven!
On a catafalque of flowers Thomas
Guard lay under architectural gran
deurs hung with symbols of sadness;
the air throbbing with the Dead March
in Saul, and beautiful, cultured and
queenly Baltimore breaking her richest
box of alabaster and pouring it on those
weary feet as they halted in the jour
ney, and the American Church, north,
south, east, west, sobbing out its sym
pathies over that great loving heart
silenced forever. But this day I open
on all sides doors of consolation, doors
of hope, doors of resurrection, doors of
reunion for his bereft sons and daugh
ters, Reginald and William and Percy
and Porter and James and Charlotte
and Jessie, and for the Mount Vernon
church that for two terms stood with
him on the Mount of Transfiguration,
and for the denomination which still
vibrates with his magnetic utterances,
and for the church universal which now
sits watching this wonderful sunset.
Until we meet again, farewell, my dear
brother. Thou wast very pleasant to
me. Thy salutation came so late I
could not return it. So to-day I throw
thee this kiss of warmest brotherly af
fection. Honored in life, triumphant
in death, blessed in eternity. I could
not be present to put even one flower on
thy casket, but to-day I sprinkle over
the new made grave this handful of
heather from the Scotch highlands, in
the hymn which the people in that land
of Andrew Melville an 1 John Knox are
apt to sing on their way to the grave
of someone greatly beloved:
Neighbor, accept our parting song,
The road is short, the rest is long;
The Lord brought here, the Lord take hence
This is no house ot permanence.
On bread of mirth and bread of tears,
The pilgrim fed these checked years;
Now landlord world, shut to the door,
Thy guest is gone forever more.
Gone to the land of sweet repose,
His comrades bless him as he goes;
Of toil and moil the day was full,
A good sleep now, the night is cool.
Ye village hells ring softly, ring,
And in the blessed Sabbath bring;
Which from this weary work day tryst
Awaits God’s folk through Jesus Christ.
WOMAN.
Hope for Sufferln Woman—Some
thing New Under the Sun.
By reason of her peculiar relations, and
her peculiar ailments, woman has been com
pelled to suffer, not only her own ills, but
those arising from the want of knowledge,
or of consideration on the part of those with
whom she stands connected in the social
organization. The frequent and distressing
irregularities peculiar to her sex have thus
been aggravated to a degree which no lan
guage can express. In the mansions of the
rich and the hovel of the poor alike, woman
has been the patient victim of ills unknown
to man, and which none hut she could en
dure—and without a remedy. But now the
hour ot her redemption has come. She need
notsuffer longer, when she can find relief
in Dr. J. Bradfields Female Regulator,
“Woman’s Best Friend.” Prepared by Dr.
J. Bradfield, Atlanta, Ga. Price, triafsize,
74c; large size, $1,501 For sale by all drug
gists. novs 2m
To Promote a Vigorous Growth of
the hair, use Parker's Hair Balsam. It re
stores the youthful color to gray hair, re
moves dandruff, and cures itching of the
scalp.
NO. 18.