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ATLANTA, GA., MAY 27, 1899.
THE DMNE_ SCALES
HUriAN LIVES AND ACTIONS WEIGHED IN
THE BALANCES.
Dr.
Taimage Preaches on Personal Responsibility,
Taking His Text From the Handwriting on
the Wall at Babylon.
VAsniXGTON, May 21.—In these days of
moral awakening this pointed sermon by
Dr. Talinago on personal responsibility
before God will bo read with a deep and
solemn interest; text, Daniel v, 27, “Thou
art weighed in the balances and art found
wanting. ”
Babylon was the paradise of architec
ture, and driven out from thence the
grandest buildings of modern times are
only the evidence of her fall. The site
having been selected for the city, 2,000,-
000 men wore employed in the rearing of
her walls and the building of her works.
It was a city 00 miles in circumference.
There was a trench all around the city,
from which the material for the building
of the city had been digged. There were
25 gates on each side of the city, between
ever}- two gates a tower of defense spring
ing into the skies, from each gate on the
onesido a street running straight through
to the corresponding gate on the other
side, so that there were 50 streets 15 miles
long. Through the city ran a branch of
the river Euphrates. This river somo
times overflowed its banks, and to keep it
from ruining the city n lake was construct
ed into which the surplus water of the
river would run during the time of fresh
ets, and the water was kept in this artifi
cial lake until time of drought, and then
this water would stream down over the
city. At either end of tho bridge span
ning this Euphrates thero was a palace—
tho one palace a mile and a half around,
the other palace 7?< miles around.
The wife of Nebuchadnezzar had been
horn and brought up in tho country and
in a mountainous region, and she could
not bear this flat district of Babylon, and
so, to please his wife, Nebuchadnezzar
built in the midst of the city a mountain
400 feet high. This mountain was built
out into terraces supported on arches. On
tho top of these arches a layer of flat
stones, on the top of that a layer of reeds
and bitumen, on the top of that two layers
of bricks closely cemented, on the top of
that a heavy sheet of lead and on tho top
of that tho soil placed—the soil so deep
that a Lebanon cedar had room to anchor
its roots. There were pumps worked by
mighty machinery fetching up tho water
from tho Euphrates to this hanging gar
den, as it was called, so that there were
fountains spouting into the sky. Standing
below and looking up it must have seemed
as if tho clouds wore in blossom or as
though tho sky leaned on the shoulder of
a cedar. A’l this Nebuchadnezzar did to
please his wife. Well, she ought to havo
been pleased. I suppose she was pleased.
If that would not pleaso her, nothing
would. There was in that city also the
templo of Bleus, with towers—one tower
tho eighth of a mile high, in which there
was an observatory where astronomers
talked to the stars. Thero was in that
templo an image, just one image, which
would cost what would be our $52,000,-
000.
Handwriting; on the Wall.
Oh, what a city I The earth never saw
anything like it, never will see anything
like it. And yet I havo to tell you that it
is going to be destroyed. The king and
his princes are at a feast. They are all in
toxicated. Pour out the rich wino into tho
chalices! Drink to the health of the king!
Drink to tho glory of Babylon! Drink
to <a great future! A thousand lords reel
intoxicated. The king seated upon a chair,
with vacant look, as intoxicated men will
—with vacant look stared at the wall. But
soon that vacant look takes on intensity,
and it is an affrighted look, and all the
princes begin to look and wonder what is
the matter, and they look at tho same
point on the wall. And then there drops
a darkness into tho room that puts out the
blaze of the golden plate, and out of tho
sleeve of the darkness there comes a finger
—a finger of fiery terror, circling around
and circling around as though it would
writo, and then it comes up, and with
sharp tip of flanio it inscribes on tho plas
tering of tho wall tho doom of the king,
“Weighed in tho balances and found
Wanting.”
Tho bang of heavy fists against the
gates of tho palaco is followed by tho
breaking in of the doors. A thousand
gleaming knives strike into a thousand
quivering hearts. Now death is king,
and ho is seated on a throne of corpses.
In that hall there Is a balance lifted. God
swung it. On one side of tho balance aro
put Belshazzar’s opportunities; on the
other side of tho balance are put Belshaz
zar’s sins. Tho sins come down. His
opportunities go up. Weighed in the bal
ances—found wanting.
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There has been a great deal of cheating
in our country with false weights and
measures and balances, and the govern
ment, to change that stato of things, ap
pointed commissioners whoso business it
was to stamp weights and measures and
balances, and a great deal of tho wrong
has been corrected. But still, after all,
thero is no such thing as a perfect balance
on earth. Tho chain may break, or some
of the metal may be clipped, or in somo
way the equipoise may be disturbed. You
cannot always depend upon earthly bal
ances. A pound is not always a pound,
and you may pay for ono thing and get
another, but in the balance which is sus
pended to the throne of God a pound is a
pound, and right is right, and wrong is
wrong, and a soul Is a soul, and eternity
is eternity. God has a perfect bushel and
a perfect peck and a perfect gallon. When
merchants weigh their goods in tho wrong
way, then the Lord weighs tho goods
again. If from tho imperfect measure tho
merchant pours out what, pretends to be a
gallon of oil and there is less than a gal
lon, God knows it, and he calls upon hi3
recording angel to mark it, “So much
wanting in that measure of oil." Tho
farmer comes in from the country. Ho
has apples to sell. He has an imperfect
measure. Ho pours out the apples from
this imporfect measure. God recognizes it.
Ho says to the recording angel, “Mark
down so many apples too few—an imper
fect. measure.” We may cheat ourselves,
and wo may cheat tho world, but we can
not cheat God, and in the great day of
judgment it will be found out that what
wo learned in boyhood at school is correct
—that 20 hundredweight makes a ton
and 120 solid feet make a cord of wood.
No more, no less. And a religion which
does not take hold of this life as well as
the life to come is no religion at all.
WrlKhlnit Principles.
But, my friends, that is not the style of
balances I am to speak of today; that is
not tho kind of weights and measures. I
am to speak of that kind of balances which
weigh principles, weigh churches, weigh
men, weigh nations and weigh worlds.
“What!” you say. “Is It possible that our
world is to be weighed?” Yes. Why, you
would think if God put on one side of tho
balances suspended from the throne tho
Alps and the Pyrenees and the Himalayas
and Mount Washington and all the cities
of the earth they would crush it. No, fio!
The time will come when God will sit
down on the white throne to see the world
weighed, and on one side will be tho
world's opportunities and on the other
side the world’s sins. Down will go the
sins, and away will go the opportunities,
and God will say to the messengers with
the torch: “Burn that world! Weighed
and found wanting!”
So God will weigh churches. He takes
a great church. That church, great ac
cording to tho worldly estimate, must be
weighed. He pets it on one side tho bal
ances and the minister and the choir and
tho building that cost its hundreds of
thousands of dollars. He puts them on
one side the balances. On the other side
of tho scale ho puts what that church
ought to be, what its consecration ought
to be, what Its sympathy for tho poor
ought to bo, what its devotion to all good
ought to be. That is on one side. That
side comes down, and the church, not be
ing able to stand the test, rises in the bal
ances. It does not mako any difference
about your magnificent machinery. A
church is built for one thing—to save
souls. If it saves a few souls when it
might save a multitude of souls, God will
spew it out of his mouth. Weighed and
found wanting!
So we perceive that God estimates na
tions. How many times ho has put the
Spanish monarchy into the scales and
found it insufficient and condemned it!
The French empire was placed on one side
of tho scales, and God weighed the French
empire, and Napoleon said: “Havo I not
enlurged the boulevards? Did I not kin
dle the glories of the Champs Elysees?
Have I not adorned the Tuileries? Have
I not built the gilded opera house?” Then
God weighed tho nation, and he put on
one side the scales the emperor, and tho
boulevards, and tho Tuileries, and tho
Champ Elysees, and the gilded opera
house, and on the other side he puts that
man’s abominations, that man’s libertin
ism, that man's selfishness, that man’s
godless ambition. This last came down,
and all the brilliancy of the scene van
ished. What is that voice coming up from
Sedan? Weighed and found wanting!
Personal Application.
But I must become more individual and
more personal In my address. Some peo
ple say they do not think clergymen ought
to be personal in their religious address,
but ought to deal with subjects in the ab
stract. I do not think that way. What
would you think of a hunter who should
go to the Adirondaoks to 6hoot deer in the
abstract? Ah, no! He loads the gun; he
puts the butt of it against his breast, he
runs his eye along tho barrel, he takes
sure aim, and then crash go the antlers on
the rocks! And so, if we want to be
hunters for the Lord, we must take sure
aim and fire. Not in the abstract are we
to treat things in religious discussions. If
a physician comes into a sickroom, docs
he treat disease in the abstract? No; ho
feels the pulse, makes the diagnosis, then
he writes the prescription. And, if we
want to heal souls for this life and the life
to come, we do not want to treat them in
the abstract. The fact is, you and I have
a malady which, if uncured by grace, will
kill us forever. Now, I want no abstrac
tion. Where is the balm? Where is the
physician?
People say there is a day of judgment
coming. My friends, every day is a day
of judgment, and you and I today are be
ing canvassed, inspected, weighed. Here
aro the balances of the sanctuary. They
are lifted, and we must all bo weighed.
Who will come and be weighed first? Here
is a moralist who volunteers. He is one
of the most upright men in the country.
He comes. “Well, my brother, get in—get
into the balances now, and be weighed.”
But as he gets into the balances I say,
“What is that bundle you have along with
you?” “Oh,” ho says, “that is my repu
tation for goodDess and kindness and
charity and generosity and kindliness
generally.” “Oh, my brother, we cannot
weigh that; we are going to weigh you—
you. Now stand in the scales—you, tho
moralist. Paid your debts?” “Yes,” you
say, “paid all my debts. “Have you
acted in an upright way in the communi
ty?” “Yes, yes.” “Have you keen kind
to the poor? Are you faithful in a thou
sand relations in life?” “Yes.” “So far
so good. But now, before you get out of
this scale, I want to ask you two or three
questions. Have your thoughts always
been right?” “No,” you say; “no.” Put
down one mark. “Have you loved the
Lord with all your heart and soul and
mind and strength?” “No,” you say. Make
another mark. “Come, now, be frank
and confess that in ten thousand things
you have come 6hort—have you not?”
“Yes.” Make ten thousand marks. Como
now, get me a book large enough to make
the record of tho moralist’s deficits. My
brother, stand in tho scales; do not fly
away from them. I put on your side the
scales all the good deeds you ever did, all
the kind words you ever uttered, but on
the other side the scales I put this weight
which God says I must put there—on the
other side tho scales and opposite to yours
I put this weight, “By the deeds of the
law shall no flesh living be justified.”
Weighed and found wanting.
Balances of tlie Sanctuary.
Still the balances of the sanctuary are
suspended, and we are ready to weigh any
who come. Who shall bo the next? Well,
horo is a formalist. Ho comes, and he gets
into tho balances, and as he gets in I see
that all his religion is in genuflections and
in outward observances. As ho gets into
the scales I say, “What is that you have
in this pocket?” “Oh,” he says, “that is
Wostminstor Assembly Catechism. ” I say:
“Very good. What have you in the other
pockot?” “Oh,” he says, “that is the
Heidelberg Catechism.” “Very good.
What is that you have under your arm
standing in this balance of the sanctu
ary?” “Oh,” he says, “that is a church
record." “Very good. What are these
books on your side the balances?” “Oh,”
he says, “those aro ‘Calvin’s Institutes.’ ”
“My brother, we are not weighing books;
wo are weighing yon. It cannot be that
you are depending for your salvation
upon your orthodoxy. Do you not know
that tho creeds and the forms of religion
are merely the scaffolding for tho building?
You certainly are not going to mistake
the scaffolding for the temple. Do you
not know that men have gone to perdition
with a catechism in their pocket?” “But,”
says the man, “I cross myself often.”
“Ah, that will not save you.” “But,"
says the man, “I am sympathetic for the
poor.” “That will not save you.” Says
the man, “I sat at the communion table.”
“That will not save you.” “But,” says
the man, “I have had my name on the
church record. ” “ That will not save you. ”
“But I have been a professor of religion
40 years.” “That will not save you.
Stand there on your side the balances, and
I will give you the advantage—I will let
you have all the creeds, all the church
records, all the Christian conventions that
were ever held, all the communion tables
that were ever built, on your side the
balances. On the other side the balances
I must put what God says I must put
there. I put this million pound weight
on tho other sid6 the balances, ‘Having
tho form of godliness, but denying the
power thereof.’” Weighed and found
wanting.
Still the balances are suspended. Are
there any others who would like to be
weighed or who will be weighed? Yes;
here comes a worldling. He gets into the
scales. I can very easily see what his
whole life is made up of. Stocks, divi
dends, percentages, “buyer ten days.”
“buyer 30 day*.” “Get in. my
got Into these balances and bo weigr.LL —
weighed for this life and weighed for the
life to come.” Ho gets in. I find that the
two great questions in his life are: “How
cheaply can I buy these goods?” and
“How dearly can I s<£l them?” I find he
admires heaven bec;i?!se it is a land of
gold, and money must he “easy.” I find,
from talking with him, that religion and
tho Sabbath are an interruption, a vulgar
interruption, and ho hopes on the way to
church to drum up a new customer! All
tho week he has been weighing fruits,
weighing meats, weighing ic'o, weighing
coals, weighing confections, weighing
worldly and perishable commodities, not
realizing the fact that he himself has been
weighed. “On your side tho balances, O
worldling! I will give you full advan
tage. I put on your side all the banking
houses, all the storehouses, all the cargoes,
all the insurance companies, all the fac
tories, all the silver, all the gold, all the
money vaults, all the safe deposits—all on
your side. But it does not add one ounce,
for at tho very moment we are congratu
lating you on your fino house and upon
your princely income God and the angels
aro writing in regard to your soul,
‘Weighed and found wanting!’ ”
The First Scrutiny.
But I must go faster and speak of the
final scrutiny. The fact is, my friends, wo
are moving on amid astounding realities.
These pulses which now are drumming
tho march of life may after awhile call a
halt. We walk on a hair hung bridge
over chasms. All around us are dangers
lurking, ready to spring on us from am
bush. We lie down at night, not knowing
whether we shall arise in the morning.
We start out for our occupation, not know
ing whether we shall come baok—crowns
being burnished for thy brow or bolts
forged for thy prison; angels of light
ready to shout at thy deliverance or fiends
of darkness stretching out skeleton hands
to pull thee down Into ruin consummate!
Suddenly the judgment will be here.
The angel, with one foot on the sea and
the other foot on the land, will swear by
him that liveth forever and ever that time
■hall be no longer: “Behold, he cometh
with clouds, and every eye shall see him.”
Hark to the jarring of the mountains.
Why, that is the setting down of the scales,
tho balances. And then there is a flash as
if from a cloud, but it is tho glitter of tho
shining balances, and they are hoisted,
and all nations aro to be weighed. The
unforgiven get in on this sido the balances.
They may have weighed themselves and
pronounced a flattering decision. The
world may have weighed them and pro
nounced them moral. Now they are being
weighed in God’s balances—the balances
that can make no mistake. All the prop-
erty gone, all the titles of distinction gone,
all the worldly successes gone, there is a
soul, absolutely nothing but a soul, an Im
mortal soul, a never dying soul, a soul
stripped of all worldly advantages—a soul
on ono side tho scales. On the other side
tho balances are wasted Sabbaths, disre
garded sermons, 10,000 opportunities of
mercy and pardon that were cast aside
They are on tho other side the scales, end
thero God stands, and, In the presence of
men and devils, cherubim and archangel,
he announces, whilo groaning earthquake
and crackling conflagration and judgment
trumpet and everlasting storm repeat It,
“Weighed and found wanting.”
All Hast Be Weighed.
But say some who are Christians:
“Certainly you don’t mean to say that wo
will have to get Into tho balances? Our
sins are nil pardoned; our title to heaven
Is secure. Certainly you are not going to
put us In the balances?” “ Yob, my broth
er, we must all appear beforo the judg
ment 6eat of Christ, and on that day you
are going to be woighod. Oh, follower of
Christ, you get Into the balances! The
bell of the judgment la ringing. You
must get Into the balances. You get in
on this side. On the other side tho bal
ances we will place all tho opportunities
of good which you did not improve, all
the attainments In piety which you might
havo had, hut which you refused to take.
We place them all on tho other side. They
go down, and your soul rises In tho scale.
You cannot weigh against all those im
perfections. Well, then, we must give you
the advantage, and on your side the scale
we will place all tho good deeds you havo
overdone and all the kind words you havo
ever uttered. Too light yet! Well, we
must put on your side all the consecration
of your life, all the holiness of your life,
all the prayers of your life, all the faith of
your Christian life. Too light yet! Come,
mighty men of the past, and get in on
that side the scales. Come, Payson and
Doddridge and Baxter, get in on that side
the scales and make them comedown that
this righteous one may be saved. They
come and they get in the scales. Too light
yet! Come, the martyrs, the Latimers,
the Wyclifs, the men who suffered at tho
stake for Christ. Get In on this side tho
Christian’s balances and see if you cannot
help him weight it aright. They come
midget in. Too light! Come, angels of
God on high. Lot not tho righteous perish
with the wicked. They get in on this sido
the balancos. Too light yet! I put on
this sido the balances all the scepters of
light, all the thrones of powor, all the
crowns of glory. Too light yet! But just
at that point Jesus, the Son of God, comes
up to tho balunces, and he puts one of his
scarred feet on your side, and tho balances
begin to tremble from top to bottom.
Then he puts both of his scarred feet on
the balances, and tho Christian’s side
comes down with a stroke that sets all tho
bells of heaven ringing. That Rock of
Ages heavier than any other -weight!
ChrlNt Outweighs All.
But says the Christian, “Am I to be al
lowed to get off so easily?” Yes. If somo
one should como and put on the other side
the scales all your imperfections, all your
envies, all your jealousies, all your incon
sistencies of life, they would not budge
the scales with Christ on your sido tho
scales. Go free! Thero is no condemna
tion to them that aro in Christ Jesus.
Chains broken, prison houses opened, sins
pardoned. Go free! Weighed in tho bal
ances and nothing, nothing wanted. Oh,
what a glorious hope! Will you accept it
this day? Christ making up for what you
lack. Christ the atonement for all your
6ins. Who will accept him? Will not this
whole audience say: “lam insufficient, I
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am a sinner, Fain lost by reason of my
transgressions, but Christ has paid it all.
My Lord and my God, my life, my par
don, my heaven. Lord Jesus, I hail thee!”
Oh, if you could only understand tho
worth of that sacrifice which I have repre
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understand tho worth of that sacrifice,
this whole audience would this moment
accept Christ and be saved.
We go away off or back into history to
get some illustration by which we may set
forth what Christ has done for us. We
need not go so far. I saw a vehicle behind
a runaway horse dashing through the
6treet, a mother and her two children in
tho carriage. The horse dashed along as
though to hurl them to death, and a
mounted policeman, with a shout clearing
tho way, and the horse at full run, at
tempted to seize those runaway horses to
save a calamity, when his own horse fell
and rolled over him. He was picked up
half dead. Why were our sympathies so
stirred? Because he was badly hurt and
hurt for others. But I tell you today of
how Christ, tho Son of God, on the bfood
red horse of sacrifice, camo for our rescue
and rode down the sky and rode unto
death for our rescue. Are not your hearts
touched? That was a sacrifice for you
and mo. O thou who didst ride on the
red horse of sacriflco, como and ride
through this world on the white horse of
victory!
A remarkable man in many ways was
tho late J. Jeo of London, whoso harmless
mania it was when shooting pigeons to in
sist that tho “C. B., V. O.,” which fol
lows his name should ho called out by tho
attendant when it was his turn to com
pete. He was ono of the best natured men
living, and consequently, when doctor in
the Royal dragoons, tho high spirited sub
alterns some 30 years ago used to play all
sorts of practical jokes on him, painting
his dogcart white, putting the regimental
goat in his bed with Mr. Jee’s shell jacket
round its body and a pair of white socks
on its horns and greatly startling him on
his return late from London. He was a
very fine pigeon shot and was the first of
tho 11 English winners of the Grand Prix
at Monte Carlo in 1873.
THE CAMERA FIEND.
“I witnessed the recent burning of the
Windsor hotel,” said Mr. Charles P. Jack-
son, “and at every turn through the
crowd I bumped into a camera fiend in
tent on taking snap shots of the tragic in
cidents. They swarmed like bees on all
the neighboring elevations, the roofs were
lined with them, and certainly no disaster
was ever as thoroughly photographed.
There was plenty of light at that time in
the afternoon, and tho conditions were re
markably favorable for such work, but
what impressed me most was the apparent
Indifference of the kodak brigade to the
horrors of the scene. They seemed to be
60 intent on getting good shots that— But
lot mo tell you a little incident tvhich il
lustrates the point exactly.
“Shortly before tho wall fell, on tho
Fifth avenue side, I was standing on the
edge of the throng shoulder to shoulder
with a tall, blond girl, who was manipu
lating a good sized hand camera. I learn
ed from her remarks to a companion that
she had only one film left, which she was
saving, as she said, ‘for something stun
ning.’ Just then a woman suddenly ap
peared at a fourth story window, leaning
out and waving her arms distractedly. A
ropo was hanging over tho sill, and the
firemen roared at her to slide down. It
was plain that she w T as mad with terror,
but she obeyed and, with great difficulty,
launched herself and b3gan the descent.
“ Meantime the tall girl had covered her
with tho camera and was following her
down the rope exactly as a hunter would
follow a moving animal with a gun.
‘Snap it, snap it!’ cried her companion
excitedly.
“An instant later the poor woman, who
had been going faster and faster, lost her
grip and fell, and, as she plunged through
space like a huge white bird, I heard tho
metallic click of the instrument. The
blond girl turned around, her eyes gleam
ing, her hair awry and triumph written
all over her face.
“ ‘I know she was going to fall,’ she ex
claimed, ‘so I saved the film till she let
go!’ ‘Did y’ get her?’ asked the other
breathlessly. ‘I guess yes,’ she replied.”
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tion, and some of them said she could not live a month. I bought one bottle of Ayer’s Cherry Pectoral. It seemed to help hers
so I secured one dozen bottles. Before these were all used she was completely cured, and today is strong and well.” *
J. W. EWING, Camden Point, Mo.
“ For more than a year my wife suffered with lung trouble. She had a severe cough, great soreness of the chest, and experi
enced difficulty in breathing. A three months’ treatment with Ayer's Cherry Pectoral effected a complete cure. We regarded it as
remarkable, as the other remedies she had tried had failed to even give relief.” C. H. BURRIS, Marine Mills Minn
Price, $1.00. Half size bottles, half price, 50c.
For sale by all Druggists and General Dealers.