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AMERICUS, GEORGIA; SATURDAY, JANUARY 27, 1883.
SUUMtY &Y.VOVSC,.
JESUS HOVER OF MY soil,.
BY SADIE RANDOLPH
Lady will you sing to me?
As we sit by the lonely sea,
As we watch the waters flow
And the ships rock to and fro,
And the wild waves madly roll
• Sing, “Jesus Lover of my Soul!”
Lady, kindly sing that song
I’ve wished to hear it for so long,
Do not let it be so gay,
But sad and low ana sweet to-day,—
Sing as the distant church-bells roll,
“Jesus Lover of my Soul!”
Yes! oh sing that song to-night,
As the stars are shining bright,
Sing as the raging tossing sea
Beats a mournful melody,
As the distant belfrys roil
Sing, ‘ Jesus Lover of my Soul!”
There was one so long ago,
Who now lies beneath the snow—
She would sing that song to me,
By the lonely tossing sea,
She would sing as the waters rolled,
“Jesus Lover of my Soul!”
Soon we’ll pass away like snow
Soon beyond our graves we’ll go,
Then the raging, tossing sea,
Ne’er will know that you sang to me,
Oh please sing as the waters roll,
“Jesus Lover of my Soul!”
Now, the waters ebb and flow,
Like they did, so loug ago,
Like they will when we are dead,
And the grass grows o’er our head,
Now, the bellsliave ceased to toil,
Sing, “Jesus Lover of my Soul!”
TABERNACLE SERMONS.
BF REV. T. DeMTT TALMAGE
FUEL, CHALICES.
Come, for all tilings are now ready.—St.
Luke xiv., 17.
Holy festivities to-day. We gather
other sheaves into the spiritual garner.
The decorations on platform and gal
leries with which we celebrated the
coming in of the temporal harvests,
when we were gathered last Thursday,
are still kept in their places as symbols
of a more glorious spiritual harvest—
the coming in of great church prosper
ities. Another large group added to'
this membership. On the church roll
now the names of about 2,800 souls.
Our joy is like the joy of heaven.
Spread the banquet, fill all the clialies.
We are not to-day at the funeral of a
dead Christ; we are celebrating the
marriage of the King’s Son. It was
an excitilig time in English history
when Queen Elizabeth visited Lord
Leicester at Kenilworth Castle. The
clocks in all the towers and throughout
the castle were stopped at the moment
of her arrival, so continuing to point to
that moment as the one surpassing all
others in interest. The door* of a great
banqueting hall were opened. The
Queen marched into the sound of the
trumpeters. Four hundred servants wait
ed upon the guests. It was a scene that
astonished all nations when they heard
of it. Fire thousand dollars a day did the
banquet cost as it went on day after
day. She was greeted to palace gates'
with floating islands, and torches, and
the thuuder of cannon, and fire
works that set the night ablaze, and a
burst of music that lifted the whole
scene into enchantment. As beginning
in that way it went on from joy to joy,
and from excitement to excitement, and
from rapture to rapture. That was
the great banquet that Lord Leicester
spread in Kenilworth Castle. Cardi
nal Wolsey entertained the French
Ambassadors in Hampton Court. The
best cooks of the land provided for the
table. The guests were kept hunting
in the parks all the day so that their
appetites might be keen, and then in.
the evening hour they were shown into
the banqueting hall, the table aglitter
with imperial plate and ablush with
the very costliest wines, and the second
course of that feast was made of food
in all shapes—of men, and birds, and
beast, and dancing groups, and joust
ing parties riding upon each other with
uplifted lances. Lords and Princes and
ambassadors, their cups gleaming to
the brim, drank first to the King of
England and then to the health of the
Emperor of France. That was the ban
quet that Cardinal Wolsey spread in
Hampton Court. But to-day, my
and sisters, I invite you to a
grander entertainment. My Lord, the
King, is the banqueter. Angels of God
are the cup bearers, all the redeemed
are the guests, the halls of eternal love,
frescoed with light, and paved with
joy. and curtained with unfading beau
ty, are the banqueting place. The har
monies of eternity are the music, the
chalices of God are the plate, and I am
one of the servants come out with
invitations to all the people, and O!
that you might break the seal of the
invitation and read, written in ink of
blood and with a tremulous hand of a
dying Christ: “Come, come, for all
thing are now ready.” Sometimes there
has been great disappointment at a
banquet. The wine has given out, or
the servants • have been rebellious, or
the lights have failed; but I walk all
arouud the banqueting table of my Lord
to-day, and I find everything complete,
and I swing open the door of this ban
queting house and 1 say: “All things
are ready, now ready.”
Illustrating my text, I go on, and in
the first place say that the Lord Jesus
Christ is ready. Cardinal Wosley did
not come into the banqueting hall until
the second course of the feast, and when
he entered, booted and spurred, all the
guests arose and cheered him; but I
have to tell you that our banqueter, the
Lord Jesus Christ, comes in at the be
ginning of the feast. Aye, He has been
waiting for His guests; waiting for
some of them 1882 years; waiting with
mangled feet; waiting with hand on the
punctured side; waiting with hand on
the lacerated temples; waiting, waiting!
Wonder it is that the banqueter did
not get weary and say: “Shutthe door
and let the laggard stay out.” No; He
has been waiting. How much He is iu
earnest. Shall I show you? I gather
up all the tears that flooded His cheek
in sympathy, all the blood that chan
neled His brow and back, and hand
and foot, to purchase our redemption.
I gather up all the groans ccming from
midnight chill, and mountain hunger,
and desert loneliness, ami I put them
into one bitter cry. I gather up all the
pangs that shot from cross and spikes
and spear, into one groan. I take one
drop of sweat on His brow and I put it
under the glass of the Gospel, and it
enlarges to seas of sorrow, to oceans of
agony. That Christ to-day, emaciated
and worn and weary, comes here, and
wither pathos in which every word is a
heartbreak and every sentence a mar
tyrdom He says to you and He says to
me: “Come,-come, for all things are
now ready.” Ahasuerus made a feast
which lasted 180 days. This lasts for
ever. Lords and princes were invited
to that. You and I are invited to this.
Yes, Ho has been waiting. He is wait
ing now. Other kings wrap themselves
in robes of beauty and power before
they come into a banquet. So does
Christ. O! He is the fairest of the fair.
In His hand is the omnipotent surgery
that opened blind eyes and straightened
crooked limbs, and hoisted the pillars
of heaven, and swung the twelve gates
which are twelve pearls. O! what a
Christ—a Christ of beauty, a Christ
of power. There are not enough cups
on earth to dip up this ocean of beauty.
There are not ladders to scale these
heights of love. O! Thou flower of
eternity. Thy breath is the perfume
of heaven. O! Thou daybreak of the
soul, let all nations clap their hands in
Thy radiance, Chorus! Come, men and
angels, and cherubim and seraphim
and archangel, all heights, all depths,
all immensities. Chorus! Roll on.
through the heavens in chariots of uni
versal acclaim, over bridges of hosanna,
under arches of coronation, by the tow
ers chiming with eternal jubilee.
Chorus! Unto Him that loved us and
washed us from our sins in His own
blood, and made us kings and priests
unto God, to Him be glory. Ah! there
is one word of five letters that I would
like to write; but I have no sheet fair
enough to write it on, and there is no
pencil good enough to describe it. Give
me a sheet from the heavenly, record
and some pencil used by angel in des
cribing a victory, and then, with hand
struck by supernatural energy, with
pencil dipped in the everlasting morn
ing, I will write it out in capitals of
love, J-e-s-u-s—Jesus! Alt! it is this
One that is waiting for you and for me,
for we are on the same platform before
God. It is this One that is waiting
for you and waiting for me. How long
He waited for me! How long He has
waited for you! Waiting as a ban
queter waits for his delayed guests, the
meats smoking, the beakers brim
ming, and the minstrel with his finger
on the stiff string ready to strike at
the first clash of the hoofs at the gate
way. Waiting as a mother waits for
her boy that ten years ago went off.
dragging her bleeding heart after him.
Waiting! 0! can you not give me some
comparison intense enough, importun
ate enough, high as heaven, deep as
hell, and vast as eternity? Not expect
ing that you can help me with such a
comparison, I simply say lie is wait
ing as only an all sympathetic Christ
knows how to wait for a wand 'ring soul.
Bow the knee and kiss the sun,
Come and welcome, sinner, come.
But I remark again, not only Christ
is waiting, but the Holy Spirit is wait
ing. Why are some sermons a dead
failure? Why are there songs that do
not get their wings under the people?
Why are their prayers that go no high:
er up than a hunter’s halloo? Because
there is a missing link that only the
Holy Spirit can make. If that Holy
Spirit should come through this as
semblage this morning, there would be
a power felt like that when Saul was
unhorsed on the road to Damascus,
like as when Lydia’s heart was broken
in her fine story; like as when three
hundred souls were lifted out of mid
night into midnoon at the Pentecost.
Do you notice that sometimes that
Spirit takes an insignificant agency to
save a soul? I think it is very often
that at just one passage of Scripture—
just one word of Scripture—a soul is
saved because the Holy Spirit gives us
supernatural power. Do you know
what it was that saved Martin Luther?
lt was that one verse: “We just shall
live by faith,” Do you know what
it was that brought Augustine from
his horrible dissipations? It was that
one verse: “Put ye on the Lord Jesus
Christ, and make not provision for the
flesh, to fulfill the lusts thereof.” Do
you know what it was that saved Head
ley Vickers, the celebrated soldier? It
was the one passage, “Believe in the
Lord .Jesus Christ and thou shalt be
saved.” Do you know what it was
that brought Jonathan Edwards to
Christ? It was the one passage, “Now
to Him be glory forever and ever.” One
Thanksgiving morning in this church
I read my text, “O, give thanks unto
the Lord, for He is good,” and a young
man stood in the gallery and said to
himself. “I have never rendered one
acceptable offering of gratitude to God
in all my life. Here, Lord, lam thine
forever.” By that one passage of
Scripture he was brought into the king
dom, and if I might tell my own expe
rience I might tell how one Sabbath
afternoon I was brought to the peace
of the Gospel by reading of the Syro
phcenician’s cry to Christ when she
said, “Even the dogs eat of the crumbs
that fall from the master’s table.”
Philosophic remorse never saved any
body. Metaphysical sermons never
saved anybody. An earnest plea go
ing right out of the heart blessed of
the Holy Ghost, that is what saves;
that is what brings people into tiro
kingdom of Christ. I suppose the
world thought that Thomas Chalmers
preached great sermons in his early
ministry, but Thomas Chalmers says
he never preached at all until he came
out of his sick room, and, weak and
emaciated, he stood and told the story
of Christ to the people; and in the
great day of eternity it will be found
that not so much the sermons of Schol
ars brought men to Christ as the sto
ry told perhaps by those who were un
known on earth; the simple story of
the Saviour’s love and mercy, sent by
the power of the Holy Ghost. Aye,
he is here this morning. lie fills all
the place Did I say Christ was
ready? I tell you the Holy Ghost is
ready.
Then I go on and tell you the church
is ready. There are those here who
say, “No one cares for my soul?” We
do care for it. You see a man bowing
his head in prayer, and you say,
“That man is indifferent.” That man
bows his bead in prayer that tiie truth
may go to every heart; The air is full
of prayers. They aro going np this
morning from this assembly. Hun
dreds of prayers straight to the throne
ot a listening God. The air is full of
prayers—prayers ascending noon by
noon trom Fulton street prayer meet
'ing. Friday night by Friday night
all over this land going up from pray
ing circles. Yes, there is not a minute
or an hour or any day that there are
not supplications ascending to the
throne ot mercy. The church is ready,
and if you should this morning start
for your Father’s house there would be
hundreds and thousands in this as
semblage who would say, if they knew
it: “Make room for that man; make
room for him at the Holy Sacrament;
bring the silver bowl for his baptism;
give him full right to all the privile
ges of the church of Jesus Christ,” O!
I know there are those who sav the
Church is a mass of hypocrites, but
they do not really think so. It is a
glorious church. Christ purchased it;
Christ built it; Christ,swung all its
gates; Christ curtained it with uphol
stery crimson with crucifixion carnage.
Come into it. Come into it. I do
not pick out this man or that man and
say, “You may come.” I say all may
come I say all may come—whosoev
er will. “Come with us and we will
do you good. The Lord hath prom
ised good concerning Israel.”
We are a garden walled around.
Chosen and made peculiar ground;
A little plot enclosed by grace
Out of the world’s wild wilderness.
Do not say you have never been in
vited. I invite you now to the King’s
feast. One and all. All! all!
But 1 go further, and tell you the
angels of God are ready. Some
people think, when we speak about
angels, we are getting into the region
of fancy, They say it is very well
for a man when he has just entered the
ministry to preach about the angels of
heaven, but after he has gone on fur
ther it is hardly worth while. My
friends, there is not any more evidence
in the Bible that there is a God than
that there are angels. Did they not
swarm around Jacob’s ladder? When
Lazarus’ soul went up, did they not
escort it? Did not David say, “The
chariots of God are twenty thousand,
even thousands of angels?” Are they
not represented as the chief harvesters
of the judgment day? Did notone an
gel in one night slay 180,000 of Seu
nacherip’s troops? O! yes, our world is
in communication with two other
worlds, heaven and hell. All
that communication is byangels. When
a bad man is to die, a man who has
despised God and rejected the gospel,
the bad spirits come upon sulphurous
wing and they shackle him, and they ,
try to pnsh him off the precipice into
the ruin, and they lift a guffaw of dia
bolical exultation. But there is a line
of angels, bright and beautiful and
lovely angels, mighty angels, reaching
all the way from earth to heaven, and
when others gather like them I sup
pose the air is full of them’ They
flit about; they push down iniquity
from your heart; they are ready to re
joice. Look! there is an angel from
the throne,of God. One moment ago
it stood before Christ and heard the
doxology of the redeemed. It is here
now; Bl ight immortal, what news from
the Golden City? Speak, spirit blest.
The answer comes melting on the air,
“Come, come, for all things are now
ready.” Angels ready to bear the
tidings. Ar.gels ready to drop the
benediction. Angels ready to kindle
the joy. All ready. Ready, cheru
bim and seraphim. Ready, thrones,
principalities ahd powers. Ready,
Michael the archangel.
Yes, I go farther to say that your
glorified kindred are ready. I have
not any sympathy with modern spirit
ualism I believe it is born in perdi
dition. When I see the ravages it
makes with human intellects, when I
see the homos it has devastated, when I
see the bad morals that very often
lollovv in its wake, 1 have no faith in
modern spiritualism. I think if John
Milton and George Whitefield have not
anything better to do than to crawl
under Rochester tables and rattle the
leaves, they had bctter.stay home in
glory. But the Bible distinctly teaches
[that the glorified in heaven are in sym
pathy with our redemption. “There is
joy in heaven among the angles of God
over one sinner that repenteth,” and if
the angels hear it do not our departed
kindred there hear it? * * * There
are those there who toil for your sal
vation and when they bade you good
by in the .last hour and they said:
“Meet me in heaven,” there was hover
ing overthe pillow the awful possibility
that you might not meet. But oh! the
pathos when that hand was thrust out
from the covers and they said good-by.
For how long good-by was it? Now,
suppose you should pass into the king
dom of God this morning; suppose you
should say: “I’m done with the sins
of this world. Fie upon all these fol
lies! 0! Christ, I take Thy service, I
respond to Thy love, Thine am I for
ever”—why before the tear of repen
tance had dried on your cheek, before
your first prayer had closed, the angel
standing with a message for thy soul
would cry upward, “Ha is coming!”
and angels poising in mid air would
cry upward, “He is coming!” and all
along the line of light, from doorway
to doorway, from wing-tip up to wing
tip, the news would go upward until
it reached the gate, and then it would
flash to the house of many mansions
and kindred art, and those before
the throne would say: “Rejoice with
me, my prayers are answered; give me
another harp with which to strike the
joy. Saved, saved, saved!” Now,
my friends, if Christ is ready, and the
Holy Ghost is ready, and the church
is ready, and the angels of God are
ready, and your glorified kindred are
ready—are you ready? I give with all
the emphasis of my soul the question,
“Are you ready?” If you do not get
into the Chief’s feast, it will be be
cause you do not accept the invitation
—earnest invitation. Arm stretched
out soaked with blood from elbow' to
finger tip, lips quivering in mortal an
guish, two eyes beaming everlasting
love, while He says: “Come, come,
come! for all things are now ready.”
At Kenilworth Castle, I told you, they
stopped the clocks when Queen Eliza
beth arrived, that the hand of time
might point to that moment as the
one most, significant and tremendous;
but if this morning the King should
enter the castle of your son!, well
might you stop all the clocks and have
the finger of time pointing to this mo
ment as the one most stupendous in
all your life. Would that I could
come all through these aisles, and all
through these galleries, not addressing
you perfunctorily, but taking you by
the hand and saying to one and all, to
each:
“Come, come, the door is open, enter
now and sit at the feast.” Old man,
God has been waiting for thee long
years. Would that some tears of re
pentance might trickle down thy wrin
kled cheek! Has not Christ done
enough in feeding thee and clothing
thee all these years to win from thee
one word of gratitude? Come all the
young. Christ is the fairest of the
fair. Wait not until thy heart gets
hard. Come, the furtherest away from
Christ. Drunkard, Christ can put out
the fire of that thirst. He can restore
thy broken home. Ha can break that
shackle. Come now, to-day, and get
His pardon and its strength. Liber
tine, Christ knew where thou werst last
night. He knows all the story of thy
sin. Come to Him this day. He will
wash away thy sin, and He will throw
around thee the robe of His pardon.
Harlot, thy feet foul with hell, thy
laughter the horror of the street—o!
Mary Magdalen, Christ waits for thee.
And the one furtherest off, further than
any I have mentioned, a case not so
hopeful as any I have mentioned. Self
righteous man, feeling thyself all right,
having no need of Christ, no need of
pardon, no need of help—O! self-right
eous man, dost thou think in those rags
thou canst enter the feast? Thou canst
not. God’s servant at the gate would
tear off thy robe and leave thee naked
at the gate. O! self-righteous man,
the last to come. Come to the feast.
Come, repent thy sin. Come, take
Christ for thy portion. Day of grace
is going away. Shadow’s on the cliff
reaching further and further over the
plain. The banquet has already begun.
Christ has entered into that banquet to
which you are invited. The guests are
taking their places. The servant of
the King has his hand on the door of
the banqueting room, and he begins to
swing it shut. Now is your time to go
in. Now is my time to enter. I must
go in. You must go in. He is swing
ing the door shut. Now it is half shut.
Now, it is three-fourths shut. Now,
it is just ajar. After a while, it will
be forever shut.
tVhy will ye waste on trifling cares
That life whicliGod’s compassion spares,
While in the endless round of thought
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MODESTY' REWARDED.
During a time of famine in France,
a riekjnan invited twenty of the poor
children in the town to his house, and
said to them: “In this basket is a loaf
for each one of you; take it: come back
every day at this hour till God sends
us better times.
The children, seizing tho basket,
wrangled and fought foi the bread.
Each wished to get the largest loaf, and
at last went away without thanking
their friend. Francesca alone, a poor
but neatly-dressed girl, stood modestly
apart, took the smallest loaf which was
left in the basket, gracefully kissed the
gentleman’s hand, and went away to
her home in a quiet and becoming man
ner. On the following day the chil
dren was equally ill behaved, and
Francesca this time received a loaf that
was scarcely half the size of the others.
But when she got home, her sick moth
er cut the loaf, and there fell out of it
a number of bright silver coins.
The mother was alarmed, and said:
“Take back the money this instant, for
it has no doubt got into the bread by
some mistake.”
Francesca carried it back; but the
benevolent gentleman declined to re
ceive it.
“No, no,” said he: “it was no mis
take. I had the money baked in the
smallest loaf simply as a reward for
you, my good child. Always continue
thus contented, peacable and unassum
ing. The person who prefers to remain
contented with the smallest loaf, rath
er than quarrel for the larger one, will
find throughout life blessings in this
course of action still more valuable than
tho money which was baked in your
loaf of bread.” —The Morning Star.
Man’s Age.
Few men die of age. Almost all die
of disappointment, passion, mental or
bodily toil or accidents. The passions
kill men sometimes, even suddenly.
The common expression, choked with
passion, has little exaggeration in it;
tor, even though not suddenly fatal,
strong passions shorten life. Strong
bodied men often die young; weak men
live longer than the strong; for the
strong use their strength and the weak
have none to use. The latter take care
of themselves, the former do not. As
it is with the body, so it is with the
mind and temper. The strong are apt
to break, or, like the candle, to run; the
weak to burn out. The inferior animals
which live temperate lives, generally
have their prescribed number of years.
The horse lives twenty-five, the ox fif
teen, the dog ten or twelve, the rabbit
eight, the guinea pig six or seven years.
These numbers all bear a similar pro
portion to the time the animal takes to
grow its full size.
But man, of the animals, is one that
seldom lives his average. He ought
to live a hundred years, according to
physical law, for five times twen
ty are one hundred; but, instead ot
that, he hardly reaches on an average,
four times his growing period; the cat
six times; the rabbit even eight times
the standard of measurement. The
reason is obvious—man is not only the
most irregular and the most intemper
ate, but the most laborious and hard
worked of all animals; and there is no
reason to believe, though we cannot
tell what an animal secretly feels, that
more than any other animal man cher
ishes wrath to keep it warm and con
sumes himself with his own secret re
flections.
Qualifications.
An old lady walked into a lawyer’s
office, when the following conversation
took place:
Lady—Squire, I called to see if you
would like to take this boy and make
a lawyer of him.
Lawyer—The boy appears to be
rather young, madam; how old is he?
Lady—Seven years, sir.
Lawyer—He is too young, decided
ly too young; have you no older boys?
Lady—Oh, yes; I have several; but
we have concluded to make farmers of
the others. I told the old man I
thought this little fellow would make
a first-rate lawyer, and so I called to
see if you would take him.
Lawyer—Oh, madam; he is too
young yet to commence the study of
the profession; but why do you think
this boy is better calculated for a law
yer than your other sons?
Lady—Why, you see, sir, he is just
7 years old to-day. When he was on
ly 5 he’d lie like all nature; when he
got to be 6 he was saucy and impu
dent as any critter could be, and now
he’ll steal anything he can lay his
hands on.
Praises of Women.
Wrinkles disfigure a woman less than
ill nature.
Woman is an idol that man wor
ships until he throws it down.
Woman loves always; when earth
slips from them they take refuge in
heaven.
We meet in society many beautiful
and attractive women whom we think
would make excellent wives—for our
friends.
We censure the inconsistency of wo
men of whom we are the victims; we
find it charming when we are the ob-*
jects.
The highest mark of esteem a wo
man can give a man is to ask bis
friendship; and the most signal proof
of her indifference is to offer him
hers.
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