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THE UNFAITHFUL. THEE.
There stood In a beautiful garden
A tall and stately tree.
Crowned with its shining leafage
It was wondrous fair to see;
But the tree was always fruitless,
Never a blossom grew
On its long and shapely branches,
Tlie whole bright season through.
The lord of the garden saw it,
And he said, when the leaves were sere,
“Cut down this tree, so worthless.
And plant another here.
My garden is not for beauty
Alone, but for fruit as well,
And no barren tree must cumber
The place in which I dwell.”
The gardener heard in sorrow,
For he loved the barren tree,
As we love some things about us
That are only lair to see.
“Leave it one season longer,
Only one more, I pray,”
lie pleaded, but the master
Was firm, and answered, “Nay;
Then the gardener dug about it,
And cut its roots apart,
And the fear of the fate before it
Stuck home to the poor tree’s heart.
Faithful and true t j his master,
Vet loving the tree so well.
The gardener toiled in sorrow
Till the stormy evening fell.
“To-morrow,” he said, “I will finish
The task that I have begun;”
But the morrow was wild witli tempest,
And the work remained undone;
And through all the long, bleak winter
There stood the desolate tree,
With the cold, white snow about it,
A sorrowful thing to see.
At last, the sweet spring weather
Made glad the hearts of men.
And tlie trees in the lord’s fair garden
Put forth their leaves again.
“I will finish my task to-morrow,”
The busy gardener said,
And thought, with a thrill of sorrow,
The beautiful tree was dead.
The lord came into the garden
At an early hour next day,
And then to the task unfinished
Tlie gardener led the way;
And lo! all white with blossoms,
Fairer than ever to see,
In its promise of coming fruitage,
There stood tlie beautiful tree.
“It is welt” said the lord of the garden,
And he and tlie gardener knew
That out of its loss and trial
Its promise of fruitless grew.
It is so with some lives that cumber,
For a time, the Lord’s domain;
Out of trial and mighty sorrow
There cometh a countless gain,
And fruit for the Master’s harvest,
Is bom of loss and pain.
TABERNACLE SERMONS.
11V REV. T. DeWITT TALMAGE
HOSPITALITY.
And it fell on a day that Elisha passed to
Shunem, where was a great woman.—ll.
Kings, iv., 8.
• The hotel of our time had no coun
terpart in any entertainment of olden
time. The vast majority of travellers
must be entertained at private abode.
Here comes Elisha, a servant of the
Lord, on a divine mission, and he must
find A balcony overlooking
the valley of Esdrelon is offered him,
in a private house, and it is especially
furnished for his occupancy—a chair
to sit on, a table from which to eat, a
candlestick by which to read, and a bed
on which to slumber, the whole estab
lishment belonging to a great and good
woman. Her husband, it seems, was
a godly man, bat ho was entirely over
shadowed by his wife’s excellencies;
just as now you sometimes find in a
household the wife the centre of dignity
and influence and power, not by any
arrogance or p.esumption, but by supe
rior intellect and force of moral nature
wielding domestic affairs and at the
same time supervising all financial alid
business affairs. The wife’s hand on
the shuttle, or the banking house, or
the worldly business. You see hun
dreds of men who are successful only
because there is a reason at home why
they are successful. If a man marry a
good, honest soul, he makes his fortune.
If he marry a fool the Lord help him!
The wife may be the silent partner in
the firm, there may be only masculine
voices down on Exchange, but there
oftentime comes from the home circle a
potential and elevating influence. This
woman of my text was the superior of
her husband. He, as far as 1 can un
derstand, was what we often see in our
day, a man of large fortune and only a
modicum of brain, intensely quiet, sit
ting a long while in the same place
without moving hand or foot, if you
say “yes,” responding “yes,” if you
say “no,” responding “no”—inane,
eyes half shut, mouth wide open, main
taining his position in society only be
cause he has a large patrimony. But
his wife, my text says, was a great wo
man. Her name has not come down to
us. She belonged to that collection of
people who need no name to distin
guish them. What would title of duch
ess, or princess, or queen—what would
escutcheon or gleaming diadem be to
this woman of my text, who, by her
intelligence and her behavior, challen
ges the admiration of all ages? Long
after the brilliant women of the court
of Louis XV. have been forgotten, and
the brilliant women of the court of
Spain have been forgotten, and the
brilliant women who sat on the jhrone
of Russia have been forgotten, some
grandfather will put on his spectacles,
and holding the book the other side the
light, read to his grandchildren the
story of this greatAvoman of Shunem
who was so kind and courteous and
Christian to the good prophet Elisha.
Yes, she was a great woman.
In the first place, she was great in
her hospitalities. Uncivilized and bar
barous nations have this virtue. Jupi
ter had the surname ol the Hospitable,
and he was said especially to avenge
the wrongs of strangers. Homer ex
talled it in his verse. The Arabs are
punctilious on this subject, and among
some of their tribes it is not until the
ninth day of tarrying that the occupant
has a right to ask his guests “Who
and whence art thou?” If this virtue
is so honored among barbarians, how
ought it to be honored among those of
ns who believe in the Bible, which com
mands us to use hospitality one toward
another without grudging. Of course,
I do not mean under this cover to give
any idea that I approve of that vagrant
class who go around from place to place,
ranging their whole lifetime, perhaps
under the auspices of some benevolent
or philanthropic society, quartering
themselves on Christian families, with
a great pile of trunks in the hall and
carpet bag portentous of tarrying.
There is many a country parsonage
that looks out week by week upon the
ominous arrival of wagon with creaking
wheel and lank horse and dilapidated
driver, come under the auspices of some
charitable institution to spend a few
weeks and canvass the neighborhood.
Let no such religious tramps take ad
vantage of this beautiful virtue of
Christian hospitality. Not so much
the sumptuousness of your diet and the
regality of your abode will impress the
friend or the stranger that steps across
your threshold, as the warmth of your
greeting, the informality of your recep
tion, the reiteration by grasp, and by
look, and by a thousand attentions, in
significant attentions, of your earnest
ness of welcome. There will be high ap
preciation of your welcome, thougji yon
have nothing but the brazen candle
stick and the plain chair to offer Eiisha
when becomes to Shunern. Most beau
tiful in this grace of hospitality when
shown iu the house of God. I am
thankful that I am pastor of a church
where strangers are always welcome,
and there is not a State of the Union in
which I have not heard the affability
of the ushers of this church compli
mented. But I have entered churches
where there was no hospitality. A
stranger would stand in the vestibule
for awhile and then make a pilgrimage
up the long asile. No door opened to
him until, flushed and excited and em
barrassed, he started back again, and
coming to some half filled pew, with
apologetic air, entered it, while the oc
cupant glared on him with a look which
seemed to say, “Well, if I must, I
must.” Away with such accursed in
decency from the house of God. Let
every church that would maintain large
Christian influence in community cul
ture Sabbath by Sabbath this beauti-
ful grace of Christian hospitality. A
good man travelling at the far West,
in the wilderness, was overtaken by
night and storm and he put in at a cab
in, He saw firearms along the beams
of the cabin and he felt alarmed. He
did not know but that he had fallen
into a den of thieves. He sat there
greatly perturbed. After awhile the
man of the house came home with a
gun on his shoulder and set it down in
a corner. '■The stranger was still more
alarmed. After a while the man of the
house whispered with his wife, and the
stranger thought his destruction was
being planned Then the man of the
house came forward and said_to the
stranger: “Stranger, we are a rough
and rude people out here, and we work
hard for a living. We make our living
by hunting, and when we come to the
nightfall wo are tired and we are apt to
go to bed early, and before retiring we
are always in the habit of reading a
chapter from the Word of God and
making a prayer. If you don’t like
such things, if you will just step out
side the door until we get through, I’ll
be greatly obliged to you,” Of course
the stranger tarried in the room, and
the old hunter took hold of the horns
of the altar and brought down the bless
ing of God upon his household and up
on the stranger within their gates.
Rude but glorious Christian hospital
ity!
Again, this woman of my text was
great in her kindness toward God’s
messenger. Elisha may have been a
strangei in that household, but as she
found out ho had come on a divine mis
sion, fie was cordially welcomed. We
have a great many books in our day
about the hardships of ministers and
the trials of Christian ministers. 1
w ; sh somebody would write a book
about the joys of the Christian minis
ter, about the sympathies all around
about him, about the kindness, about
the genial considerations of him. Does
sorrow come to our home, and is there
a shadow in the cradle, there are hun
dreds of hands to help, and many who
weary not through the night watching,
and hundreds of prayers going up that
God would restore the sick. Is there a
burning, brimming cap of calamity
placed on the pastor’s table, are there
not many to help him drink of thatcup
and who will not be comforted because
he is stricken? Oh! for somebody to
write a book about the rewards of
the Christian ministry—about his sur
roundings of Christian sympathy. This
woman of the text was only a type of
thousands of men and women who come
down from mansion and from cot to do
kindness to the Lord’s servants. I
could tell you of something that you
might think a romance. A young man
graduated from New Brunswick theo
logical seminary was called to a village
church. He had .not the means to fur
nish the parsonage. After three or four
weeks of preaching a committee of the
officers of the church waited on him and
told him he looked tired and thought
he had better take a vacation of a few
days. The young pastor took it as an
intimation that his work was done or
not acceptable. He took the vacation
and at the end of a few days came back,
when an old elder said: “Here is the
key of the parsonage. We have been
cleaning it up. Yon had better go up
and look at it ” So the young pastor
took the key, went up to the parsonage,
opened the door, and lo! it was carpet
ed, and there was the hat rack all ready
for the canes and the umbrellas and
the overcoats, and on the left hand of
the hall wag the parlor, sofaed, chaired,
pictured. He passed on to the other
side of the hall, and there was the study,
table in the centre of the floor with sta
tionary upon it, book shelves built,
long ranges of new volumes; far beyond
the reach of the means of the young
pastor, many of these volumes. The
young pastor went up stairs, and found
all the sleeping apartments furnished;
came down stairs and entered the pan
try, and there were the spices and the
coffees and the sugars and the groceries
for a six-month. He went down into
the cellar, and there was the coal for
all the coming winter. He went into
the dining hall, and there was the table
already set —the glass and the silver
ware. He went into the kitchen, and
there were all the culinary implements
and a great stove. The young pastor
lifted one lid of the stove and he found
the fuel all ready for ignition. Putting
back the cover of the stove, he saw in
another part of it a lncifer match, and
all that young man had to do in start
ing to keep house was to strike the
match. You tell me that is apocryphal.
0! no; that was me. O! the kindness,
0! the enlarged sympathies sometimes
clustering around those who enter the
Gospel ministry. I suppose the man
of Shunern had to pay the bills, but it
was the large-hearted Christian sym
pathies of the woman of Shunern that
looked after the Lord’s messenger.
Again: this woman of the text was
great in her behavior under trouble.
Her only son had died on her lap. A
very bright light went out in that
household. The sacred writer puts it
very tersely when he says, “He sat on
her knee until noon and then he died.”
Yet the writer goes on to say that she
exclaimed, “It is well!” Great in pros
perity, this woman was great in trouble.
Where are the feet that have not been
blistered on the hot sands of this great
Sahara? Where are the shoulders that
have not been under the burden of
grief? Where is the ship sailing over
glassy sea that has not after awhile
been caught in a cyclone? Where is
the garden of earthly comfort bnt
trouble hath hitched up its firey and
panting team and gone through it with
burning plowshare of disaster? Under
the pelting of ages of suffering the great
heart of the world has burst with woe.
Navigators tell ns about the rivers, and
the Amazon and the Danube and the
Mississippi have been explored; but
who can tell the depth or the length of
the great river of sorrow made up of
tears and blood rolling through all
lands and all ages, bearing the wreck
of families and of communities and of
empires—foaming, writhing, boiling
with the agonies of six thousand years.
Etna, Cotopaxi and Vesuvius have been
described, but who has ever sketched
the volcano of suffering reaching up
from its depths the lava anl the scoria
and pouring them down the sides to
whelm the nations? O! if I could gath
er all the heartstrings, the broken
heartstrings, into a harp I would play
on it a dirge such as was never sound
ed. Mythologists tell us of gorgon and
centaur and Titan, and geologists tell
us of extinct species of monsters; but
greater than gorgon or megatherium,
and not belonging to the realm of fable,
and not of an extinct species, a mon
ster iron jaw and a hundred iron hoofs
has walked across the nations, and
history and poetry and sculpturs in
their attempt to sketch it and describe
it have seemed to sweat great drops of
blood. But thank God there are those
who can conquer as this woman of the
text conquered, and say, “It is well:
though my property be gone, though my
children be gone, though my home be
broken up, though my health be sacri
ficed, it is well, it is well!” There is
no storm on the sea but Christ is ready
to rise in the hinder part of the ship and
hush it. There is no darkness but the
constellation of God’s eternal love can
illume it, and though the winter comes
out of the northern sky, you have
sometimes seen that northern sky all
ablaze with auroras which seem to say,
“Come up this way; up this way are
thrones of light and seas of sapphire
and the splendor of eternal heaven.
Come up this way.”
We may like the ships by tempest be tossed
On perilous deeps, but ciinnot be lost;
Though Satan enrage the wind and the tide
Tlie promise assures us, the Lord will
provide.
Again, this woman of my text was
great in her application to domestic
duties. Every picture is a home pic
ture, whether she is entertaining an
Elisha, or whether Bhe is giving careful
attention to her sick boy, or whether
she is appealing for the restoration of
her property. Every picture in her case
is a home picture. Those are not dis
ciples of this Shunemite woman who,
going out to attend to outside charities,
neglect the duty of home—the duty of
wife, of mother, of daughter. No faith
ulness in public benefaction can ever
atone for domestic negligence. There
has been many a mother who by inde
fatigable toil has reared a large family
of children, equipping them for the du
ties of life with good manners and large
intelligence and Christian principle,
starting them out, who has done more
■ for the world than many a woman whose
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name has sounded through all the lands
and through the centuries. I remem
ber when Kossuth was in this country,
there were some ladies who got honor
able reputations by presenting him very
gracefully with bouquets of flowers on
public occasions; but what was all that
compared with the work of the plain
Hungarian mother who gave to truth,
and civilization and the cause of uni
versal liberty a Kossuth? Y'es, this
woman of my text was great in her
simplicity. When this prophet wanted
to reward her for her hospitality by
asking some preferment from the king,
what did she say? She declined it. She
said: “I dwell among my own people,”
as much as to say, “I am satisfied with
my lot; all I want is my family and my
friends around me; I dwell among my
own people.” O! what a rebuke to the
strife for precedence in all ages. How
many there are who want to get great
architecture, and homes furnished with
all art, all painting, all statuary, who
have not enough taste to distinguish
between Gothic and Byzantine, and who
could not tell a figure iu plaster of paris
from Palmer’s White Captive, and
would not know a boy’s pencilling from
Bierstadt’s Y'osemite. Men who buy
large libraries by the square foot, bay
ing these libraries when they have
hardly enough education to pick out
the day of the month in the almanac!
Oh, how many there are striving to have
things as well as their neighbors, or
better then their neighbors, and in the
struggle vast fortures are exhausted
and business firms thrown into bank
ruptcy, and men of reputed honesty
rush into astounding forgeries. Of
course, Isay nothing against refinement
or culture. Splendor of abode, 6ump
tuousness of diet,lavishness in art,neat
ness in apparel—there is nothing against
them in the Bible or out of the Bible.
God does not want us to prefer mud
hovel to English cottage, or untanned
sheepskin to French broadcloth, or
husks to pineapple, or the clumsiness
of a boor to the manners of a gentle
man' God, who strung the beach with
tinted shell, and the grass of the field
with the dews of the night, and hath
exquisitely tinged morning cloud and
robin redbreast, wants us to keep our
eye open to all beautiful sights, and
our ear open to all beautiful cadences,
and our heart open to all elevating sen
timents. But what I want to impress
upon you, my hearers, is that you ought
not to inventory the luxuries of life
among the indispensibles, and you
ought not to depreciate this woman of
the text, who, when offered kingly pre
ferment, responded, “I dwell among
my own people.” Yes, this woman of
the text was great in her piety. Just
read the chapter after you go home.
Faith in God, and she was not ashamed
to talk about it before idolaters. Ah!
woman will never appreciate what she
owes to Christianity until she knows
and sees the degradition of her sex un
der Paganism and Mohammedanism.
Her very birth considered a misfortune.
Sold like cattle on the shambles. Slave
of all work, and, at last, her body fuel
for the funeral pyre of her husband.
Above the shriek of the fire worshipers
in India, and above the rumbling of the
juggernauts, I hear the million-voiced
groan of wronged, insulted, broken
hearted, down-trodden woman. Her
tears have fallen in the Nile and Tigris,
the La Plata, and on the steppes of
Tartary. She has been dishonored in
Turkish garden and Persian palace and
Spanish Alhambra. Her little ones
have been sacrificed in the Indus and
the Ganges.
There is not a groan, or a dungeon,
or an island, or a mountain, or a river,
or a lake, or a sea but could tell a story
of the outrages heaped upon her. But
thanks to God this glorious Christiani
ty comes forth, and all the chains of
this vassalage are snapped, and she
rises from ignominy to exalted sphere
and becomes the affectionate daughter,
the gentle wife, the honored mother, the
useful Christian. 0! if Christianity
lias done so much for woman, surely
woman will become its most ardent ad
vocate and its sublimest exemplification.
“A Drop of Joy in Every Word.”
Dr. R. V. Pierce, Buffalo, N. Y.:
Three months ago I was broken out
with large ulcers and sores on my
body, limbs and face. I procured
your “Golden Medical Discovery” and
“Purgative Pellets” and have taken
six bottles, and to-day I am in good
health, all those ugly ulcers having
healed and left my skin in a natural,
healthy condition. I thought at one
time that I could not be cured. Al
though I can but pooily express my
gratitude to you, yet there is a drop
of joy in every word I write.
Yours truly,
James O. Bellis, Flemington, N. J.
“Discovery” sold by druggists.
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Hope for Siifferiii \V onion .-Some.
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By reason of her peculiar relations, and
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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
irregulanties peculiar to her sex have thus
been aggravated to a degree which no lan
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rich and the hovel of the poor alike, womnn
has been the patient victim of ills unknown
to man, and which none but she could en
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