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City Marshal Sales lor June.
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One house and lot in the city of Americus,
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and 1882, the fi fa for 1881 levied on and
sold for the use and benefit of Charles Cat
ledge, it being transferred to him. Lot
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tains 'A acre, more or less. May 2d, 1883.
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TABERNACLE SERMONS.
BY REV. T. DeWITT TALMAGE
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THE BIRO’S ANTHEM.
“The time of the singing of birds is
come.’’—Solomon’s Songs, ii., 12.
As the artist draw’s a curtain over
the studio that he may better present
his picture so the dark clouds of this
stormy morning will help ns better to
bring out the vernal scene of the text.
This morning, coming by the park, 1
noticed that all the tree-tops were filled
with music. It is only the voice of
man that halts in the storm. “The
time of the singing of birds is come.”
Christ was in full sympathy with the
natural world. He pressed a lily in
one of his sermons. You hear the echo
of a bird’s voice in one of His para
graphs. After a hot day in Jerusalem,
he went out to spend the evening at a
merchant’s country seat that he might
be surrounded by beautiful natural ob
jects. The book of nature is as cer
tainly inspired as the book of Revela
tion. For years I have wanted to
preach a sermon on the spring-time,
but it is so difficult to tell just when
the spring begins and when the spring
closes, and sometimes when I have de
sired to speak upon this subject I have
awakened on Sabbath morning and
found the ground covered with the
frosts, and then I have adjourned and
adjourned the theme. This spring
time I have seen Louisiana and Can
ada, the one covered with roses, and in
the other 1 was struck with the hail
storm. But the almanac says that
two-thirds of the season have already
gene. And when shall we celebrate
the fact that “the time of the singing
of birds is come?” The wise men of
the East brought to the feet of Christ
frankincense and cassia, and shall we
not throw down at His feet all the
bloom and the redolence of orchard and
garden? In New Testament times
Christ is represented as stooping down
and with His finger writing on the
ground, and they marveled at it. Christ
is still doing that very thing, anl in
tho verdure of the mountain and the
valley, and the springtime flowers, and
the sweet shrubs, Christ the Lord is
still stooping down and with His finger
writing on the ground. When it thun
ders a mother is apt to say to her child
“That is God’s voice.” Why not
when there comes some bright, radiant
springtime have the mother say to her
child, “That is God’s smile?” When
the odors of the fruit blossoms laden
the air would it not be well for us to
say to our children, “That is God’s
breath?” Foor children, bare-footed,
and with no mother with her needle to
earn them shoes, have longed for the
springtime. Farmers, the cribs empty
and the cattle looking up moaningly to
the hay lying there on the poles of the
mow, have longed for fresh pastures,
and the plow boy’s song, and the rat
tle of clevises over the sod turned by
glistening coulters. Invalids with their
foreheads pressed against the window
pane, have for months been looking at
and seeing the storms shaking down
their white blossoms on the ground, or
have wrapped around them tighter the
shawl as they heard the winds beating
a dead march among the hills, and
have longed for the sweet serenade of
April or May at their hoisted window,
and to sit on the porch on a sunny af
ternoon, or walk among the violets
after the dew has gone up from the
grass. All though the earth at this
time is a gladness that springtime is
here. Rejoice. "The time of the sing
ing of birds is come.” Winter, wail
ing and sobbing in the equinoctial
storm, falls dead at the feet of spring,
and the tree branches at this moment
are telegraphs sending the news ahead,
writing on the aii, “Spring has come!
spring has come!” Again and again
has the season been defeated. March
ing up the mountain sido, ever and
anon hurled back and driven down the
rocks, but climbing up again, until it
plants its green standards on the top
most cliff, led on by bands of music in
the tree-tops, tor “the time of the sing
ing of birds is come.” Now let the
plowmen sharpen their coulters and
charge on the tough glebe, and the har
rows with iron teeth chew up the clods,
and the waters clap their hands with
gladness, and the trees put bridal blos
soms in their hair, and the ponds with
mtlltitudigious life make the bogs
quake for “the time of the singing of
birds is cuiie.”
Learn first from this season described
in the text, by the bird anthem, the
goodness of your God. Do you realize
the mercy of the Lord in the dominant
color of the springtime? He might
have covered the earth with a dull
brown, depressing all nation into mel
ancholy, or he might have covered the
earth with crimson, wearying the eye
with the strong blaze. But no. He
touches the eye with the color most
appropriate for a long while—the color
half-way between the blue and the red,
the green in which is so kindly and
lovingly, mingled tho mercy, the good
ness of onr God. As sea monsters
struck by harpoons hove quickly away
at sea, so the winter storm-cloud struck
by lances of light swims off the sky.
The trees at this moment are putting
on their sleeves of foliage and the roots
their boots of sod. Buds burst like
harmless bombshells, scattering aroma
on the fields. Joy of fishes in the wa
ter, joy of insects in the air, joy of cat
tle in the fields, joy of wings in the
sky, for “the time of the singing of
birds is come.” Gracious and blessed
God, all the sunshine Thou hast
shaken from Thy robe, all the verdure
is only the track of Thy feet, all the
music is struck from Thy harp. At
early sunrise nature goes to morning
prayers, reading the 148th Psalm:
“Praise the Lord. Mountains, and all
hills; fruitful trees and all cedars.”
Fowl in the yard. Flocks on the hill.
Insects drinking dew from cups of hya
ciuth. Jasamine climbing over the
stone wall. Martins come back to
build their nest in the rafters of the
barn, or harmless eaves
droppers at our roof. All the natural
world accordant and filled with the
praises of God. Have you praised him?
The winds thank Him, humming amid
the tree branches. The birds thank
Him, and for the drop they dip from
tho brook fill all the sky with rounde
lay. The honeysuckles praise Him.
burning incense of fragrance before the
throne. The ocean praise Him with
open diapason of tempest. Is our voice
silent? Is this the snapped harp string?
Is the human heart the only broken in
strument in the orchestration of earth
and sky and sea? Are we the only
discord in the grand oration of the eter
nities?
Again, the season of bird anthem in
the text suggests to me the wisdom of
our God. Dr. Pales, the Christian
philosopher, wrote a very brilliant
chapter about the wonders of a bird’s
wing. Musicians have listened in the
woods and they have written down in
their portfolio in musical score the song
of the birds—the libretto of the forests.
0! the wisdom of God in the structure
of a bird’s wing. O! the wisdom of
God in the structure of a bird’s voice.
Could all the artists and artisans and
philosophers of the earth make one dan
delion? In one cup of china aster
enough wine of wisdom for all nations
to drink. Where is the architect that
could plan the pillar of one pond lily?
Break off this morning the branch of A
tree and see in the flowing sap the di
vine chemistry of the alum, the sugar,
the tannin, the potash the carbonate of
lime. Let them try to explain the won
wonders of an artichoke or radish. Let
them look at a vegetable the sto
ry how it has lungs and how it has feet,
and how it has an ancestry as old
as the ages, and how it will have
descendants as long as time, and
how that in nna square inok itc
three hundred thousand cells, each
one of which requiring the omnipotence
of a God. Galilieo, in prison for his
advanced notions of things, was asked
why he persisted in believing in God,
and he pointed down to a broken straw
on the floor of the dungeon and said:
“Sirs, if I had no other reason to be
lieve the wisdom and the goodness of
God, I would argue them from that
straw on the floor of the dungeon. Be
hold the wisdom of God in the con
struction of the shreds from which all
the growths of this springtime come
forth—seeds so wonderfully construct
ed that' they keep their vitality for
hundreds and thousands of years.
Grains of corn found in the cerements
of the Egyptian mummies buried
thousands of years ago, planted, now
come up as luxuriantly and easily as
grains of corn that grew last year plan
ted this springtime. After the fire in
London in IGG3, the Sesimhriumiris,
seeds of which must have been planted
hundreds and hundreds of years before
that, grew all over the ruins of the fire.
Could the universities of the earth ex
plain the mysteries of one rutabaga
seed? Could they girdle the mysteries
of ODe grain of corn? O! the shining
firmaments in one drop of dew. O!
the untravelbd continents of mystery
in a crystal of enow. O! the gorgeous
upholstery in one tuft of mountain
moss. O! the triumphal arch in one
tree branch. 0! the God in an atom.
Where is the loom in which He wove
the curtains of the morning? Where is
the vat of beauty out of which he dip
ped the crimson and the gold and the
saffron and the blue and the green and
the red? Where are the molds ir which
He ran out the Alps and Pyrennees?
Where is the harp that gave the warble
to the lark, and the sweet call to the
robin, and the carol to the canary, and
the chirp to grass-hopper? It is the
same God who his all your affairs and
mine under His care and guidance. The
same God who pairs the birds in this
springtime gave us our companions.
The same God who shows the chaffinch
how to take care of her brood will pro
tect our children. The same God who
shows the sparrow in this springtime
how to build its nest will give us a
habitation. The same God who gath
ers down for the pheasant’s breast will
give us apparel. The same God who
this day feeds the squirrels in tho wood
will feed ns. The same God who
swung a bridge of gossamer for the in
sect to walk over has marked out all
our pathway. Praise His name. None
of ns so insignificant as to miss His
care. O! ye who are worried about
your health, and worried about your
reputations, and worried about your
children, and worried about your prop
erty, and worried about everything, in
these springtime days go out and listen
to the song of the English sparrow,
one of the richest possessions of Brook
lyn. Are ye not of more value than
many Bparrows? Behold the fowls of
the air, they gather not in barns, yet
your Heavenly Father feedeth them.
0! ye of little faith.
Again: The season of the text also
suggests the wisdom of right bnilding
of the home nest. I have noticed that
birds build always with reference to
safety. Safety against the elements,
safety against intruders. But the
trouble with us is‘that we are not so
wise, and some of us build too high,
and some of us build too low. God
says in Obadiah, “Though thou exalt
thyself as the eagle, and thou set thy
nest among the stars, thence will 1
bring thee down, saith the Lord.” The
eagle construcls its nest at an inacces
sible height, from rough materials and
large sticks, by strong claws gathered
from great distances. The cider duck
takes its own feathers to help make up
the nest. The magpie surrounds its
nest with briars to keep off invaders.
Tho blackbird covers its nest with
loam. I have, hour after hour, studied
the structure of a bird’s nest—a struc
ture having more than mathematical
accuracy and more than human inge
nuity. Sometimes built in t r ees, some
times built in rocks, sometimes built
at the eaves of dwellings, but always
in reference to safety; safety for them
selves and safety for their young; safe
ty from the elements and safety from
intruders. Wiser than some of "us, for
we are apt to build too high or build
too low. He who tries to find his sat
isfactions in the pleasure of this world,
the applause of this world, the emolu
ments of this world, will come to dis
turbance and will come to destruction.
There are weasels, there are foxes,
there are hawks of temptation ever
hunting for prey, and the only safe
tree in which to build a nest is the tree
of the cross, and the only safe rock on
which to build a nest is the Rock of
Ages. I saw a man gather around him
all the luxuries of life. His house was
fine, his family was affectionate, his
property was great, his horses were of
the highest mettle, and his cattle of
purest blood pastured on the meadows.
His emoluments increased, his invest
ments gathered great treasures into his
lap. There was hardly room in front
of his house for the gay turnouts that
rolled up to the dwelling. His library
and his art gallery were a miracle of
opulence, and I heard him say: “Now
I have all I need: my soul, eat, drink
and be merry.” But the tide turned.
His property went, his cattle went, his
horses went, his estate went, and I saw
him coming, in poverty and utterly
penniless, down the hill. What was
the matter? He had built his nest too
high, and God shoved him out of it.
I saw a man finding his chief delight
in sensualities. He drank the cup of
iniquity to the dregs. He defied God
anri t.llA rMributionu of* tho .TilH^mont
Day. But after a while sorrow came,
and sickness came, and exposure came,
and death came down to the ditch of
sin in which he was hiding himself,
and the drunken orgy and bestial car
ousal ended m darkness infinite. What
was the matter? He built his nest too
low, and God dragged him out of it.
Napoleon Bonaparte built his nest too
high. Drunken and licentious Tom
Paine, the pride of modern infidels,
built his nest too low. They only are
safe who build their home in God.
This season of the text, the season
ol the bird anthem, suggests to me the
superlative glories of heaven.' If this
world, blasted with sin and swept with
storms, is still so beautiful, what must
be the attraction of the sinless world
toward which we travel? This season
I had an opportunity of seeing almost
all the phases of the spring as I went
southward, from the opening buds of
the northern orchards down to the
blush of the gardens reaching across
many States. But, my friends, the
magnificence of nature after all is only
the corpse of a dead Paradise, it is only
the charred hulk of a giant vessel which
six thousand years ago foundered and
has ever since been beating on the
rocks. It is only the ruins of a tem
ple in which lambs of innocence were
to be offered, but on whose altars swine
and vultures of sin have been sacrafic
ed. Now, I say; if this world, not
withstanding all the curse of thousands
of years, is so beautiful, what must be
that land toward which we go, that
land from which all sorrow and sigh
ing, and sin and curse is banished, and
even sun and moon, as too common,
because the Lamb is the light thereof.
I would not want to take the respon
sibility of saying that in addition to
the spiritual excellence of heaven there
shall not be also a physical and a ma
terial beauty. The Rose of Sharon,
once trampled down by the horse-hoofs
of crucifying soldiers, there blooming
in heaven. The humble lily trans
planted from the valleys of earth to the
heights of Lebanon. The hawthorn,
white and scarlet, reminding the be
holder of his innocence and the blood
which made him so. The passion
flower, blooming in this cold world a
day, there, in the more temperate zone,
blooming through the long years of
God’s lifetime. A river flowing over
beds of precious stones and riches,
not such as go down with wrecked
argosies, but such as Ho alone could
strew who hath sown the mountains
with diamond and the sea with pearl.
Birds, with wing never torn of sports
man or tempest, dipping the surface as
you wonder to its source and catch the
crystal stream where it drips fresh from
the everlasting rook. Such luxuriance
shall kiss the pleased vision and fill
the air with winged aroma, and the
saints of God wandering among them
may look up through the branches of
the tree of life, and listen and find that
“the time of the singing of birds is
come.” How it adds to our joy when
we have friends with us while we are
listening to some sweet sound or gaz
ing upon some beautiful object, and
how our rapture will be enkindled as
with our hand in Christ’s we shall
walk up and down amid the thimgs
which eye hath not seen nor ear heard.
The tameness of earth exchanged for
the yellow of jasper and the bine of
sapphire, and the green of emerald and
the fire of jacinth.
Once more, this scene of the text,
this season of the bird authem. sug
gests to me the importance of learning
how to sing. In a little while there
will be no pause in the melody of the
woods, for “the time of the singing ot
birds is come.” Whether it be a
warble, or a chant, or a coral, or a
chirp, or a croak, God will be praised
by it, as the songsters of the lorest,
clutching a leaf as though the notes
were on it, send forth their joy, an
swered by a 6core of applauding echoes.
Shall not we, more intellegcnt appreci
ators, sing? I tell you, my friends, it
is as much our duty to sing as it is to
pray. Let parents educate their chil
dren in this art, this holy science. Let
Sabbath-schools resound with it. Let
the churches of Jesus Christ be faith
ful in this department of worship, and
let the word of Christ dwell in yon
richly in all wisdom, teaching and ad
monishing one another in psalms and
hymns, and spiritual songs, singing
with grace in your heart unto the Lord.
My brethren, we have so much to sing
about, how can we be silent? I have
noticed that sailors going out of port
have a sadness in their song; I have
noticed that sailors mid Atlantic have
a weariness in their song; but I have
noticed that when sailors are coming
into port they have an ecstacy in their
song. To many of ns coming nearer
and nearer to the heaven of everlasting
rest, shall we not be jubilant in our
music? O! the importance of this ex
ercise. If this part of the service in
church he dull everything runs down
to the same temperature. Dull songs
and dull sermons are twin brothers.
In this part of the services, do not act
as though you were mumbling a mass.
Take the minstrelsy of the woods and
sing out. All the young whose pulses
bound with health—let the house of
God be filled with yonr praise. All
these business men—let them drown
their cares and the chink of dollars in
a song of praise. Ye aged ones, so
near the song of Moses and the Lamb,
better be getting ready for the music.
0! says someone, “there is no music
in my voice, and therefore I am silent.”
Did you ever hear a quail, after put
ting head under wing, say, “I can’t
sing because I am not a lark, and I am
not a nightingale; at the best, I can
only whinte?” All! my friends, the
world may laugh at you, but God
will not laugh at you, and
tremulous tones of the humblest
Christians will be more musical as
it reaches heaven than the most
artistic display of elaborated opera.
Gome now, each one for himself, and
each one for all, one heart and one
voice, let our songs on the Sabbath
day be like an acclamation of victory.
Our songs on earth are only Saturday
night rehearsals for the songs of the
Sabbath morning which shall dawn on
the hills and the crystals. And mark
yon! if the song here is so sweet, what
will be the anthem of heaven when all
the redeemed break forth into music?
In this world it is sometimes very diffi
cult to sing; the voice is muffled with
the colds, or the heart is depressed with
some fresh sorrow, and it is hard to
sing; but when we are all free, what an
anthem! Who are these singing ones
before the throne? Well, there are
many little children. They came up
from homes of earth, from the Sabbath
schools of earth. The came up, some
from the banks of the Ganges where
they were offered in sacrifice. Now
let them sing—ten thousand times ten
thousand children before the throne of
God, let them sing. And there were
aged. They struggled all through a
long life, but they have got through
the wilderness and got to the Promised
Land. Why not let them sing now
before the throne? And there is an
other group of those who had great
heart-break. They had privations,
and sorrows, and misfortunes, and ag
onies untold; but they have fought
their lest battle, they have wept their
last tear, they have conquered their
last enemy, they have broken their last
shackle. Now let the martyrs sing.
0! what a doxology. Every hand on
a harp. Every foot on a throne. Ev
ery voice taking the key of rapture.
Songs soft as slumbers, but loud as
storms. Chorus of elders. Chorus of
saints. Chorus of maityrs. Chorus
of cherubim. Chorus of seraphim.
Chorus of morning stars: Unto Him
who hath loved us and washed us from
our sins in His own blood, and made
ns kings and priests unto God—unto
Him be glory in the church throughout
all ages, world without end. Amen,
and amen.
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loom whereof the warp and woof are
past and future time. They are majes
tically dressed, as if every god brought
a thread to the skyey web. This mir
acle is hurled into every beggar’s hand.
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