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AMEKICUS, GA.
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AMERICUS, GEORGIA, SATURDAY, APRIL 7, 1883.
WALKING WITH THE WORLD.
[PUBLISHED by request.]
"Die Church and the World walked far
apart
On the changing shore of time; 6
The World was singing a giddy song,
And the Church a hymn sublime.
“Come give me your hand,” cried the merry
World.
“And walk with me this way;”
But the good Church hid her snowy hands,
And solemnly answered “Nay,
I will not give you my hand at all,
And I will not walk with you;
Your way is the way to endless death;
Your words are all untrue.”
“Nay, walk with me but a little space,”
Said the World, with a kindly air;
“The road I walk is a pleasant road,
And the sun shines always there;
Your path is thorny and rough and rude,
And mine is broad and plain;
My road is paved with flowers and dews,
And yours with tears and pain.
The sky above me is always blue;
No want, no toil I know;
The sky above you is always dark;
Your lot is a lotof woe;
My path, you see, is abroad, fair one,
And my gate is high and wide;
There is room enough for you and me
To travel side by side.”
naif shyly the Church approached the
World,
And gave him her hand of snow.
The old World grasped it and walked along
Saying in accents low,
“Your dress is too simple to please my taste;
I will give you pearls to wear,
Rich velvets and silks for your graceful
form,
And diamonds to deck your hair.”
The Church looked down at her plain white
robes,
And then at the dazzling World,
And blushed as she saw his handsome lip
With a smile contemptuous curled.
“I will change my dress for a costlier one,”
Said the Church, with a smile of grace;
Then her pure white garments drifted away,
And the World gave her in place
Beautiful satins and shining silks,
And roses and gems and pearls;
And over her forehead her bright hair fell,
Crisped in a thousand curls.
‘Your house is too plain,” said the proud
old World;
“I’ll build you one like mine;
Carpets of Brussels and curtain3 of lace,
And furniture ever so fine.”
So he built her a costly and beautiful house;
Splendid it was to behold
Her beautiful daughters and sons dwelt
there,
Gleaming in purple and gold;
And fairs and shows in the halls were held.
And the World and his children were
there,
And laughter and music and feasts were
heard
In the place that was meant for prayer,
She had cushioned pews for the rich and
great,
To sit in their pomp and pride;
While the poor folks, clad in their shabby
suits,
Sat meekly down outside.
The Angel of Mercy flew over the Church,
And whispered “I know thy sin.”
Then the Church looked back with a sigh,
and longed
To gather her children in.
But some were off to the midnight ball,
And some were off at the play,
And some were drinking in gay saloons;
So she quietly went her way.
Then the sly World gallantly said to her,
“Your children mean no harm,
Merely indulging in innocent sports,”
So she leaned on his proffered arm,
And smiled, and chatted, and gathered
flowers,
As she walked along with the World;
While millions and millions of priceless
souls
To the terrible gulf were hurled
“Your preachers are all too old and plain,”
Said the gay World with a sneer,
“They frighten my children with dreadful
tales,
Which I like not for them to hear;
They talk of brimestone and fire and paiu,
And the horrors of endless night;
They talk of a place whichshould not be
Mentioned to ears polite,
I will send you some of the better stamp,
Brilliant and gay aud fast,
Who will tell them that people may live as
they list,
And go to heaven at last;
The Father is merciful, great and good,
Tender true and kind;
Do you think he would take one child to
Heaven
And leave the other behind?”
So he filled her house with gay divines,
Gifted and great and learned;
And the plain old men that preached the
cross
Were out of herpulpit turned.
“You give to much to the poor,” said the
World,
“Far more than you ought to do;
If the poor need shelter and food and clothes
Why need it trouble you?
Go take your money and buy rich robe 3,
And horses and carriages fine,
And pearls and Jewels and dainty food,
And ttie rarest and costliest wine;
My children, they dote on all such things,
And if you their love would win,
You must do as they do, and walk in the
ways
That they are walking in.”
Then the Church held tightly the strings of
her purse,
And gracefully lowered her head,
And simpered, “I’ve given too much away;
I’ll do sir, as you have said.”
So the poor were turned from her door in
scorn,
And she heard not th* orphan’s cry:
And she drew her beautiful robes aside,
As the widows went weeping by;
And the sons of the World and the sons of
the Church
Walked closely hand and heart,
And only the Master, who knoweth all,
Could tell the two apart.
Then tlm Church sat down at her ease, and
said,
“I am rich and in goods increased,
1 have need ot nothing, and naught to do
But to laugh and dance and feast;”
And tho sly Word heard her and laughed
in his sleeve,
And mockingly said aside,
“The Church is fallen, the beautiful Church
And her shame is her boast and pride.”
The angel drew near to the mercy-seat,
And whispered in sighs her name,
And the saints their anthems of rapture
hushed,
And covered their heads with shame
And a voice came down through the hush
of Ueaven,
From liim who sat on the throne,
“I know thy works, and how thou hast
said,
I am rich; and hast notknown
That thou art naked, poor and blind,
And wretched before my face;
Therefore, from my presence I cast thee out,
And blot thy name from its place.”
—Mr*. Matilda C. Edwards, in Baltimore
Christian Advocate.
ftUTUPVT Gs.
TABERNACLE SERMONS.
BY REY. T. DeWJTT TALMAGE
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ed in pamphlet form by Geo. A. Sparks,
48 Bible House, New York. A number
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THE FLORAL GOSPEL.
“My beloved is unto me as a bed of spices,
as sweet flowers.” —Solomon's Song, v.,
10, 13.
Solomon’s Song is considered by
many as fit only for moonstruck sen
timentalism. Written by a voluptua
ry, a man crazed with a fair maiden,
book unfit tor family prayers and tor
churches. Wo must admit that the
author of it, Solomon, for a long time
had several hundred wives more than
he was entitled to, but he afterwards
repented of his sin and God chose him
to write some of the sweetest songs
about Jesus Christ that were ever
written. Let me say that this mod
ern criticism which we now hear about
what is called the immodesty of the
Bible comes with very poor grace from
an age in which some of the worst
French novels have in America come
to their fiftieth edition, and when on
some of the parlor table3 of respecta
ble people there are hooks abominable.
For every pure-minded man and wo
man, Solomon’s description of Jesus
Christ has a holy enchantment. Why
should we all the time be hovering
about a few violets in the Word of
God, when there are so many azeleas
and rhododendrons aud fuchsias and
amaranths and evening primroses for
tbo close of life’s day, and crocuses for
the foot of the snowbank of sorrow, and
heart’s-ease for thc troubled, and pas
sion flowers planted at the foot of the
cross, and morning glories spreading
out under the splendors of daybreak?
On this glorious Easter morn, when
this house of God by loving and
sympathetic and Christian hands has
been so gloriously decorated, are we
not all ready in affection and enthu
siasm of soul to cry out in the words
of my text as written by Solomon;
“My beloved is like a bed of spices, as
sweet flowers?” Two weeks ago this
Sabbath morning, in one of the cities
of the South, there was a knock at my
door, and a second and a third knock,
and a bundle of wild flowers was hand
ed in the door, and the promise was
that they should be given to me. “No,”
said the lad. “I wish to hand them in
myself.” and so he persisted, and I
was glad he handed me a few wild
flowers, and how much they meant for
him and how much they meant for me
when 1 received them; and if [ was so
pleased by that gift of the poor lad
who had gatheiedthe flowers out of the
field of Georgia, do you not think the
Lord Jesus Christ, bone of our bone,
flesh of our flesh, heart of our heart, is
pleased when we offer these garlands?
I propose this morning to tell you
why these flowers are symbolic of Je
sus Christ. In the first place, I re
mark, because of their sweetness. No
sooner this morning had you opened
one of these doors than you breathed
it. Those who stand in the corridors
this moment inhale the redolence. The
air from floor to ceiling is filled with
the perfume. O, the sweetness of the
Easter morning flowers, symbolical of
Christ!
“How sweet tho name of Jesus sounds
In a believer’s ears;
It sooths his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fears.”
The name of Oajsar means power.
The name of Herod means cruelty.
The name of Alexander means con
quest. The name of Demosthenes
means eloquence. The name of Ben
jamin West means painting. The
name of Howard means reform. The
name ot Christ means love. Sweetest
namo that, ever melted from lip or
heart. As when you open an old
chest which has long been closed, the
first thing that strikes you is the per
fume ol the herbs wrapped amid the
clothing, so there are thousands of
hearts here this morning which, if
opened, the first of all would present
the name of Christ. 0! He is such a
sin pardoner, such a trouble healer,
such a wound binder, such a grave
breaker, that the faintest pronuncia
tion of His name this morning wakens
all the odors of tropical gardens and
all the redolence of Easier day, while
you cry out in enthusiasm of love;
“My beloved is unto me as a bed of
spices, as sweet flowers.” How shall
we describe His sweetness to those of
you who have never breathed it? How
shall we tell the beauty of His face to
those who have never seen it? How
shall we tell the glories of His love to
those who have never experienced it?
It is all a feeble sentimentality, this
story of my text, which compares
Christ to the flowers? O! no; I could
giveyou the names of men who were
tar lrom sentimentalism who were
overcome with tho thought of a Sa
viour’s sweetness. John Edwards, a
cool logician, charged with many
things, but never charged with any
sentimentality, at the name of Jesus
sat down and went in joyful emotion.
Paul, a logician, nerves unmoved in
the Mediterranean shipwreck, a gran
itic nature, shaking his Sst in the gov
ernments of earth and the face of dark
ness,-yet is overwhelmed at the story
of a Saviour’s sweetness— thrilled,
overpowered, crying out: “All in all
is Christ; I am persuaded that neither
height, nor depth, nor length, nor
breadth, nor any other creature shall
separate me from the Lord.” John
Knox, a most unbending nature, the
lightning of his indignation making the
queen to shiver and the duchess quake,
as far as possible from all sentimenta
lism, is thrilled at the story of a Sa
vionr’s love and is willing to die for
him. Solomon, surrounded by all
palatial splendor, his ships going forth
on a voyage of three years to bring
back the wonders of the world, his
gardens afloat with myrrh and frankin
cense, and arnstle with the leaves of
trees brought from foreign lands, the
remains of his stupendous gardens
found to-day by the' traveller—Solo
mon, seated in his palace thinking of
Christ, the altogether lovely and the
altogether fair, as the perfume of aro
matic woods floats in the palace win
dow and the arena of thc royal gar
dens comes to his senses, cries out;
“My beloved is unto me as a bed of
spices, as sweet flowers.” O! rich
and rare, aud exquisite and everlas
ting perfume. Put it in every poor
man’s window, plant it on every grave,
put its leaves under every dying pil
low, twist in every garland, wave it in
every home, and when I am about to
die, and this hand is white and cold
and stiff upon thc pillow, put in that
hand some Easter flower, some rose of
Sharon, some lily of the valley, some
thing typical of Him whom my soul
loveth. It is now more than thirty
years since 1 found the Lord, and 1
feel impelled this morning, in your
presence, to tell how sweet lie has
been to my soul. Since that time I
have thrust Him many a time hard in
His sore side, but He has been patient
with me by day and by night. It is
the grief of ray life that I have so bad
ly treated Him, but He has never let
me go. It has been the same story all
the way through—faithfulness on His
part, unworthiness on mine. I have
not had such Christian experience as
some who sit before me, to whom
Christ has been the conqueror on the
white horse, or the bridegroom coming
forth with lanterns and torches, or the
sun of righteousness setting everything
ablaze with light. With me it has
been a tnoie quiet, a more undemon
strative experience—something very
quiet, but very sweet. To what shall
I compare it? I have it now: “My be
loved is unto me as a bed of spices, as
sweet flowers.”
Again, I remark that the flowers
make ms think of Christ because of
their brightness. Why, if a rainbow
this morning had fallen and struck the
galleries and struck the platform, the
scene could not have been moreradient.
O! how bright and how beautiful the
(lowers, and how much they make me
think of Christ and His religion, that
brightens everything it touches. Bright
ens our life, brightens our character,
brightens society, brightens the church,
brightens everything, You who go
with gloomy countenance pretending
you are better than I am because of
your luguhriousness, you cannot cheat
me. You old hypocrite, I know you.
Pretty case you aro for a man that pro
fesses to be more than the conqueror.
It is not religion that makes you
gloomy; it is the lack of it. There is
just as much religion in a wedding as
in a burial; just as much religion in a
smile as in a tear. Those gloomy
Christians we sometimes seo are the
people to whom I like to lend money,
for I never see them again! The reli
gion of Jesus Christ brightens our life.
David was not any better when he
said, “Out of the depths of hell have
I cried to thee, O Lord,” than when he
said, “My mouth was lilled with
laughter, and my tongue was singing.”
O! take that sprig of cypress out of
your coat lapel and put it in some of
the flowers of Easter morning. “Her
ways are ways of pleasantness, and all
her paths are peace.” I have found it
so. Hundreds of you have found it so.
Well may they to-day plant a palm at
either end of the platform—this one
seeming to cry, “Hosanna!”—that one
seeming to cry, “Hosanna!”
“The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.”
Yes, Igo further and remark that
the flowers make me think of 0 hrist be
cause they are restorative. Dii you
ever carry a boquet of flowers into a
sickroom? Did you ever put a bundle
of flowers in a pale hand and then see
how the cheek flushed and how the
eyes flashed? Any doctor will tell
you there is a time when a bundle of
flowers may decide the case. Just in
the crisis of disease, and the patient is
doleful and depressed, a bundleofflow
eis comes iu and the patient is hopeful
and convalescent. 0! the flowers are
so very restorative, and they make me
think of Christ. I have been in a sick
room after a consultation of physicians
had been held, and they said there wa>
no hope, and this grace of God sym
bolized by the flowers, this grace ot
Jesus Christ, lifted the soul as by a
divine restorative. The hand of Christ
is the softest pillow, the pardon ol
Christ is the strongest stimulus, the
comfort of Christ is tho mightiest ano
dyne, the salvation of Christ is the
grandest restorative. There is not a
neuralgia, there is not a consumption,
there is not a marasmus hut the grace
of God will help. I have’ seen and
you have seen meu made triumphant
over disease by the power of this grace,
this wonderful restorative. Nero, hav
ing bedaubed the Christians ofliis day
with pitch and tar, set them on fire to
light up his grounds by night; but
louder than the crackling of tho flames
end louder than the cursing of the
mob, arose the song of praise and tri
umph from the martyrs. John Brad
ford went out in the presence of the in
strument of torture which was to put
him to death, and they stood by, ex
pecting ho would retract and surrender
his religion; hut when he saw the in
strument of torture which was to put
him to death he cried out, “I am a
Christian now if I have never been be
fore.” And so the lion of Judah’s
tribe has again and again torn to
pieces the wild beasts of the Coliseum.
0! what an example this whole coun
try has recently had of the restorative
power of this religion of which the
flowers are symbolic. Restorative iu
long pain and disease. Fifty years of
invalidism. During the past lew
weeks I was in some seventeen States
of the Union, and I saw many thrill
ing scenes, many beautiful scenes, but
nothing more impressed me than the
obsequies at Atlanta when Gov. Ste
phens was carried out to his last rest
ing place. A man who could say over
and over again, “My two prayers, gen
tlemen, are the Lord’s Prayer and the
publican’s.” Educating 124 young
men who otherwise would not have at
tained their education. A black man
wringing his hands at the funeral and
saying to my wife, “Ah! few will miss
him as I miss him, for I expected to
have an education. He told me I
should have an education. He told
me I could come and blacken the hoots
of his guests, and he would pay me
and pay me largely, and I could lodge
around the Governor’s mansion, and I
could come in and get my meals. He
assured me 1 should have an educa
tion. Now I will not get it. I have
lost a great deal to-day,” said the poor
black man. The last time I saw him,
by accident and unintentionally of
course, I surprised him in his devo
tions. I saw him talking with God
and I dared not speak. O! the restor
ative power of this religion to him.
Every day he said he had a time devo
ted, to communion with God, and he
said, “That is the way I keep up un
der this sixty years of paiu.” Ido not
wonder that Georgia sobbed at those
stupendous obsequies in which I had
the privilege to commingle. Ido not
wonder that good men all the world
over mourned his loss. O! there is a
restorative power in the Christian re
ligion. That is what holds me up.
That is what holds you up. There
ate those here who for a long while
have been in physical suffering. God
knows the story. God helped you.
God has blessed you. You know that
those flowers, when they symbolize
Christ as a restorative power, speak
the truth. And so as a restorative
power lor all backsliders. What do I
mean? I mean that man who “used to
pray hut does not pray now. I mean
that man who used to frequent the
house of God, but who seldom comes
to the place of prayer. I meau that
man who used to sit at the communion,
bnt who seldom takes the Lord’s cup.
Sliding back. It is a very expressive
word—backslider. Sliding back from
your father’s example, your mother’s
love. Sliding back from God, sliding
back into darkness, sliding hack to
ward an unblessed grave, sliding back
toward a precipice where the first ten
million miles downward is only a part
of the plunge. In the country you were
professors. You have made shipwreck
in town. Did the club blast you? Did
fashionable life destroy you? Did the
kind of wife you married make you
wordly? Ido not know what it was,
bnt you sit here to-day and you feel
you have no more religion than if you
had dwelt in Africa and had never
heard of God and the Judgment Day.
O! murdered hours. O! massacred
privileges. O! dead opportunities,
come hack this day, come hack and
cry in that man’s ears; arouse him
from his horrible somnambulism, walk
ing as he does fast asleep within an
iuchofhis overthrow. O! this resto
rative power, you want it. “Restore
unto me the joys of thy salvation.”
Is that your prayer? It is mine. For
great sin, great pardon. For deep
wounds, omnipotent Burgeiy. For
blind eyes, a divine oculist. For deaf
ears, a heavenly aurist. For the dead
in sin, the upheaval of a great resur
rection.
But once more I have to say that
these flowers especially speak of the
Lord of the resurrection. Resurrection!
The woman came to the Saviour’s
tomb and they dropped spices all
around the tomb, and those spices were
the seed that began to grow, and from
them came all the flowers of this Easter
morn. The two angels robed in white
took hold of the stone at the Saviour’s
tomb, and they hurled it with such
violence down the hill that it crushed
in the door of the world’s sepulchre, and
the stark and the dead must come forth.
I care not how labyrinthine the mauso
leum, or how costly the sarcophagus,
or however beautifully parterred the
family grounds, wo want them all
broken up by the Lord of the Resur
rection. They must come out. Fath
er and mother—they must come out.
Husband and wife—they must come
out. Brother and sister—they must
come out. Our darling children—they
must come out. The eye that we clos
ed with such trembling fingers must
open again in the radiance of that morn.
The arms that we folded in dust roust
join ours in an embrace of reunion.
The voice that was hushed in our dwell
ing must be retuued. The form must
come up without its frailties, and with
out its imperfections, and without its
fatigues. It must come up. 0! how
long some of you seem to be waiting—
waiting for the resurrection, waiting,
and tor these broken hearts to-day I
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make a soft, cool bandage out of Eas
ter flowers. Two years ago, the night
beforSvJEaster, I received an Easter
card on which there was a representa
tion of that exquisite flower, trum
pet creeper, and under it the words,
“The trumpet shall sound and the dead
shall rise.” There was especial reason
why at that time I should have that
card sent me, and I present the same
consolation to-day to all in this bquse.
and who has escaped? When Lord
Nelson was buried at St. Paul’s Ca
thedral, London, all - England was
stirred. As the funeral procession
moved on, it moved amid the sobbing
of a nation. Thirty trumpeters stood
at the door of the Cathedral with musi
cal instruments iu hand, and when the
illnstrous dcau arrived at tlio gates of
St. Paul’s Cathedral these thirty
trumpeters blew one united blast, but
the trumpets did not wake the dead.
He slept right on. O, I have to tell
you this morning that what thirty
trumpets could not do for one man, one
trumpet will do for all nations. Time
passes on. The clock of the world’s
history has struck nine, ten, eleven,
twelve, and time shall be no longer.
Thc archangel hovers. Ho takes a
trumpet. He points it this way. He
puts its lips to his lips, and he blows
one long, loud, thunderous, reverbera
ting resurrectionary blast. Look!
They arise! The dead! The dead!
Some come from the family sepulchre,
some from the city cemetery, some
from the country graveyard. This
soul united to that body. This spirit
united to that body. Myriads of spir
its rehabilitating themselves in radiant
forms ready for the ascension. The
world burns. Bonfire of a great victo
ry, Ready now for the procession of
reconstructed humanity. Christ leads
on. All the battalions and all the na
tions of the Christian dead follow. Up
ward and away, on, on, on. Ranks of
tho Lord God Almighty, forward, for
ward! Lilt up your beads,ye everlast
ing gates, aud let the conquerors
come iu. Resurrection! Resurrection!
A Literary Curiosity.
A Hungarian exile, Dr. Gaboi Nap
heggi, while residing at Washington,
executed a very curious and beautiful
piece of chirography, intended as a let
ter of condolence to Mrs. Taylor, relict
of ex-President Taylor, all now de
ceased. The whole work was .done
with pen and ink on a sheet of paper
five feet long by seven broad. It is
still in excellent preservation, and con
tains eighteen poetical inscriptions in
as many different languages, and a
likeness of Genera. Taylor, in which
outlines of the face aud whole person
are formed of written, portions of the
biography aud sentiments of that hero.
His hair is composed of the following
words, so disposed as at a little dis
tance to appear quite natural: “In the
battlefield, ’midst the sound of cannon,
the drums aud trumpets, the hurrahs
of the siege and the sighs of the wound
ed, my locks became whitened.”
The eyes, viz: “My glance was ever
forward to the Father in heaven aud
for the republic.”
The nose is composed of the follow
ing words: “I breathed always the
air of liberty. In any other air I could
not exist.”
The mouth is composed from his last
words: “I havo always done my du
ty. lam not afraid to die.”
Tho neck: “Not proud, save only
in being a son of the republic and in
its service.”
The shoulders: “With pleasure I
have borne tho great duties with which
the nation has honored me.”
The rest of the portrait is filled up
in a similar manner and surrounded by
Washington, Tell, Frederick Barbar
ossa, Alexander the Great and Drago.
The whole is signed by ex-President
Pierce and members of both houses of
Congress, and was presented in the
form of a memento from them bo Mrs.
Taylor. N
New Revenue Regulation.
In reply to inquiries made Monday,
the Commissioner of Internal Revenue,
at Washington, said that the effect of
the law reducing Internal Revenue tax
ation would be as tollows: That the
taxes upan the capital and deposits of
banks ard bankers and National bank
iug associations aro repealed from this
date, except such taxes as a’-e now due
and payable; that the reduction of tho
tax upon checks; drafts, etc., and upon
matches, perfumery, medical prepara
tions, and other articles, imposed by
schedule A, following Section 3,437,
Revised Statue, takes effect July 1,
1883.
That after May 1, 1883, the tax on
tobacco and snuff will be eight cents
per pound, on cigars $3 per thousand,
and cigarettes fifty cents per thousand.
Thattherobea rebate on tobacco,
snuff, cigars, and cigarettes of the dif
ference in the taxes recently imposed
and tho taxes as now provided for
where claims amount to $lO.
. These claims must be presented
within sixty days from May Ist. Reg
ulations upon this matter will be im
mediately issued, and blanks will be
furnished upon which claims can be
made.
That the law provides for a large
reduction in the special taxes upon
dealers, commencing May 1, 1883.
The Commissioner also stated that
immediate arrangements would be
made for changing the form of the spe
cial-tax stamps, and the stamps for the
payment of taxes upon tobacco, snuff,
cigars, etc., so as to supply Collectors
with these stamps iu time to meet the
requirements of the trade prior to May
1, 1883.