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AT THE TABERNACLE. ' I Dr. Talmage Celebrates His Twen ty-Fourth Anniversary There. He Feels Like Uttering a Long and Loud Halleluiah, For tbe Talent of the World Centers at Brooklyn, and So the Gospel is Spread Abroad. BROOKLYN, April 23.—Rev. Dr. Talmage today preached his twenty-fourt h anniver sary sermon. Subject, “A Brooklyn Pas torate.” The occasion was an unusually interesting one, and tbe great audience was visibly impressed during the services. Over the pulpit in flowers were the figures “1869” and “1898.” The text was Revelation iv, 4, “And round about the throne were four ami twenty seats, and upon the seats 1 saw four and twenty elders.” This text I choose chiefly for the numer als it mentions—namely, four and twenty. That was the number of elders Mated around the throne of God. But that is the number of years seated around my Brook lyn ministry, and every pulpit is a throne of blessing or blasting, a throne of good or evil. And today, in this my twenty-fourth anniversary sermon, 24 years come and sit * around me, and. they speak out in a reminis cence of gladness and tears. Twenty-four years ago I arrived in this city to shepherd »uch a flock as might come, and that day I carried in on my arms the infant son who in two weeks from today I will help ordain to the gospel ministry, hoping that he will lie preaching long after my poor work is done. We have received into our membership over 5,000 souls, but they, I think, are only a small portion of the multitudes who, coming from all parts of the earth, have in our house of God been blest and saved. Although we have as a church raised $1,100,000 for religious purposes, yet we are in the strange position of not knowing whether in two or three months we shall have any church at all, and with audiences of 6,000 or 7,000 people crowded into this room and the adjoining rooms we are eon fronted with the question whether I shall go on with my work here or go to some other field What an awful necessity that we should have been obliged to build thr immense churches, two of them destroyed by flret A misapprehension is abroad that the financial exigency of this church is past. Through journalistic and personal friends a breathing spell has been afford cd uj, but before us yet are financial ob ligations which, must promptly be met, or speedily this house of God will go into worldly uses and Become it theater or a concert hall. The $12,000 raised cannot cancel a floating debt of $140,000. Through the kindness of those to whom, we are in debted $60,000 would set us forever free. 1 am glad to say that the case is not hope less. We are daily in receipt of touching evidences of practical sympathy from all classes of the community and from all sections of the country, and it was but yesterday that by my own hand I sent, for contributions gratefully received, ■nearly 50 acknowledgments east, west north and south. *'\ -i a day ran nAr.UEi.viAn. 1 Our trust is in tho Lord, who divided the yted sea and “made the mountains skip like lambs.” With this paragraph I dis j.Aiss the financial subject and return to the spiritual. This morning the greatness of GoJj’s kindness obliterates everything, and ■it VwAnted to build a groan I do not know in what forest I would hew the timber, or from what quarry I would dig the founda tion stone, or who would construct for me an organ with a tremolo for tbe only stop, and so this morning I occupy my time in building one great, massive, high, deep, broad, heaven piercing halleluiah. In the review of the last 24 y< ars I think it may be useful to consider some of the character istics of a Brooklyn In the first place, 1 remark that a Brook ’yn pastorate is always a difficult pastorate. No city under the sun has a grander array of pulpit talent than Brooklyn. The Meth odists, the Baptists, the Congregationalists, the Episcopalians, all the denominations send their brightest lights here. He who stands in any pulpit in Brooklyn preaching may know that he stands within 15minutes’ walk of sermons which a Saurin, and a Bourdalone, and a Jo b:i M. Mason, and a George Whitefield would not be ashamed of. No city under the sun where a poor ser mon is such a (in!*/ on the market. Eor 40 years Brooklyn has been stir charged with homiletics, an electricity of eloquence that struck every time it flashed from the old pulpits which quaked with i the powers of a Bethune, and a Cox, and a ' Spencer, and a Spear, and a Vinton, and a Earley, and a Beecher, not mentioning the names of the magnificent men now man ning the Brooklyn pulpits. So during all the time there has been something to ap peal to every man's taste and to gratify : every man’s preference. Now, let me say to all ministers of the gospel who are ambitious for a Brooklyn pulpit that it is al ways a difficult pastor ate. If a man shall come and stand before any audiepce in almost any church in Brooklyn, he will find before him men who have heard the mightiest themes discussed in the mightiest way. You will have be fore you, if you fail in an argument, 50 logicians in a fidget. If you make a slip in the use of a commercial figure of speech, there will be MX) merchants who will notice it. If you throw out an anchor or furl a sail in the wrong way, there will be ship captains right off who will wonder if you are as ignorant of theology as you are of navigation! So it will be a place of hard study. If you are going to maintain your self, you will find a Brooklyn pastorate a , difficult pastorate. A PROMINENT PULPIT. I remark still further, a Brooklyn pas- I torate'is always a conspicuous pastorate, i The printing press of the country has no greater force than that on the seacoast. . Every pulpit word, good or bad, wise or ignorant, kind or mean, ft watched. The Teportorial corps of these cities is jin organ ized army. Many of them have collegiate education and large culture, and they are able to weigh oration or address or sermon. If you say a silly thing, you will never hear the end of it, and if you say a wise thing it will go into perpetual multiplication. 'I here is no need of decrying that fact. Men whose influence has been by the printing press spend the rest of their lives in de nouncing newspapers. The newspaper is the pulpit on the wing. More preaching done on Monday than on Sunday. The om nivorous, all eyed printing press is ever vigilant. Besides that a Brooklyn pastorate is al ways conspicuous in the fact that every body comes here. Brooklyn is New York in its better owd! Strangers have not seen New York until, th l y LaA -• seen Brooklyn. The East river is the c.-iism in which our merchants drop their can's and their anxi eties and their bu.-. :::■*■■ troubles, and by the timethey Lave i-et’ d their families in the home circle ti;<-y have forgotten all about Wall street a:d Brotidv.ay and the BiiunibittH. If they cmiimit bu>ir.c-s sins in ■ . lork during the ci.<. they come over to Brooklyn »o i• ; at of tiidui THE AUGUSTA WEEKLY CHRONICLE. VAITJL 2G, 1893 lIItoOKLYN ABSORBS THE WORLD’S INTELLECT Everybody comes here. Stand nt the bridge entrance or at the ferry gates on Sabbath morning at 10 o’clock, or Sabbath evening at 7 o’clock, and you see north, south, east, west—Europe, Asia, Africa, New Zealand, Australia —coming toßi-ook lyn to spend the Sabbath, or part of it, in the persons of their representatives. Some of them fresh from the sea. They havß just landed, and they want, to seek the house of God publicly to thank tho Lord for their deliverance from cyclone and fog bunks off Newfoundland. Every song sung, every prayer offered, every sermon preached in New York and Brooklyn, and all along this sea coast, in some shape goes all round the world. A Brooklyn pastorate is at the greatest altitude of conspicnity. Again I remark that a Brooklyn pastor ate is characterized by brevity. I bethink myself of but three ministers of tho gospel now preaching here who were preaching when I came to Brooklyn. Most of the pulpits around me have changed seven or eight times since my arrival. Sometimes the pastorate has been brief for one reason and sometimes for another reason. Sometimes the ministers of the gospel have been too good for this world, and Heaven has transplanted them. Some times they changed places by the decree of their denomination. Sometimes they came with great blare of trumpets, proposing to carry everything before them, and got ex tinguished before they were distinguished. Some got preached out in two or three years and told the people all they knew. Some with holy speed did in a short time work which it takes a great many years to do. Whether for good or bad reasons a Brook lyn pastorate is characterized Ty brevity, not much of the old plan by which a min ister of the gospel baptized an infant, then received him into the church, after be had become an adult married him, baptized his children, married them and lived on long enough to bury almost everybody but him self. Glorious old pastorates they were. Some of us remember them—Dr. Spring, Peter Labaugh, Dominie Zabriskie, Daniel Waldo, Abram Halsey. When the snow melted from their foreheads, it revealed the flowers of an unfading coronal. Pastorates of 30, 40, 50, 55 years’ continuance. Some of them Lad to be helped into the pulpit or into the carriage, they were so old and decrepit, but when the Lord's chariots halted one day in front of the old parson age they stepped in vigorous as an athlete, and as we saw the wheels of fire whirling through the gates of the sunset we all cried out, “My father, tny father! the chariots of Israel and the horsemen thereof.” I remark again, a Brooklyn pastorate Is characterized by its happiness. BROOKLYN A PLACE FOR HAPPINTSS. No city under the sun where people take such good care of their ministers. In pro portion as the world outside may curse, a congregation stands close up by the man whom they believe in. Brooklyn society has for its foundation two elements —the Puritanic, which always means a quiet Sabbath, and the Ilollandish, which means a worshipful people. Ou the top of this an admixture of all nationalities—the brawny Scot, the solid English, the vivacious Irish, the polite French, the philosophic German, and in all this intermingling of population the universal dominant theory that a man can do as be pleases, provided he doesn’t disturb anybody else. A delightful climate. While it is hard on weak throats, for the most of us it is bracing. Not an atmosphere made up of the discharged gases of chemical factories or the miasms of swamps, but coming panting right off 3,000 miles of Atlantic ocean before anybody else has had a chance to breathe it! All through the city a so ciety of kind, genial, generous, sympathetic people. How they fly to you when you are in trouble! How they watch over you when you are sick! How tender they are with you when you have buried your dead! Brooklyn is a good place to live in, a good place to die in. a good place to be buried in, a good place from which to rise in a beau tiful resurrect ion. In such a city I have been permitted to have 24 years of pastorate. During these years how many heartbreaks, how many losses, how many bereavements! Hardly a family of the church that has not been struck with sorrow, but God has sustained you in the past, and he will sustain you in the future. I exhort you to be of good cheer, O thou of the broken heart. "Weep ing may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.” I wish over every door of this church we might have written the word “Sympathy”—sympathy for all the young. We must crowd them in here by thou sands and propose a radiant gospel that they will take on the spot. We must make this place so attractive for the young that a young man will come here on Sabbath morning, put down his hat, brush his hair back from his forehead, unbutton his over coat and look around Pondering if he has not by mistake got into heaven. He will see in the faces of the old people not the gloom which some people take for religion, but the sunshine of celestial peace, and he will say, “Why, I wonder if that isn’t the same peace that shone out on the face of my father and mother when they lay dy ing?” And then there will come a dampness in his eyes through which he can hardly see, and he will close bis eyes to imprison the emotion, but the hot tAr will breakthrough the fringes of eyelashes and drop upon the coat sleeve. He will put his head on the back of the pew in front and sob, “Lord God of the old people, help me!” We ought to lay a plot here for the religious capture of all the young people in Brooklyn. THE SYMPATHIES OF BROOKLYN. Yes, sympathy for the old. They have their aches and pains and distresses. They cannot hear or walk or see as well as they used to. We must be reverential in their presence. On dark days we must help them through the aisle and help them find the place in the hymnbook. Some Sab bath morning we shall miss them from their place, and we shall say, “Where is Father So-and-so today?” and the ansv er. will be: “What, haven’t you heard? The King's wagons Lave taken Jacob up to the palace where his Joseph is yet alive.” Sympathy for business men. Twenty four years of commercial life in New York and Brooklyn are enough to tear one’s nerves to pieces. We want to make our Sabbath service here a rescue for all these martyrs of traffic, a foretaste of that land where they have no rents to pay, and there are no business rivalries, and where riches, instead of taking wings to fly away, brood over other riches. Sympathy for the fallen, remembering that they ought to be pitied as much as a man run over witlqa rail train. The fact is that in the temptations and misfortunes oi life they get run over. You and lin the same circumstances would have done as badly; we should have done worse perhaps. If you and I had tbe same evil surround- j ings and the same evil parentage that they had and the same native born proclivities to evil that they had, you and I should have been in the penitentiary or outcasts of soci r . “No,” says some self righteous man, I couldn’t have been overthrown in that way.” You old hypocrite, you would have been the first to fail! We want in this church to have sympa thy for the worst man, remembering he is a brother; sympathy for the worst woman, remembering she is a sister. If that is not the gospel, I do not know what the gospel is. Ah, yes! sympathy for all the troubled; for the ornhans in their exposure; for wid- owhood with its we«K arm ngm-nig rev bread; for tho household which erst re sounded with merry voices and puttering feet, now awfully still—broad winged sym pathy, like tho feathers of tho Almighty warm blooded sympathy, everlasting sym pathy—sympathy which shows itself in tho grasp of the hand, in the glittering tear of the eye, in tho consoling word of the mouth —sympathy of blankets for the cold, of bread for the hungry, of medicine for tho sick, of rescue for tho lost. Sympathy! GRATITUDE TO GOD FOR THE PAST. Let it thrill in every sermon. Let it trem ble in every song. Let it gleam in every tear and in every light. Sympathy! Men and women are sighing for sympathy, groan ing for sympathy, dying for sympathy, tumbling off into uncleanliness and crime and perdition for lack of sympathy. May God give it to us! Fill all this pulpit with it from step to step. Let the sweep of these galleries suggest its encircling arms. Fill all the house with it from door to door and from floor to ceiling, until there is no more room for it, and it shall overflow into tho street, and passersby on foot and in carriage shall feel the throb of its magnificent ben ediction. Let that boa new departure as a church. Let that be a new departure ns a pastor. Sympathy! Gratitude to God demands that this morning 1 mention the fact that during all these 24 years I have missed but one service through sickness. When I en tered the ministry, I wassodelicate Idid not think I would preach three months, but preaching has agreed with me, and 1 think the healthiest thing in all the earth is the religion of Jesus Christ. Bless tho Lord, Omy soul! What ingrates we are in re gard to our health! I must, in gratitude to God, also mention the multitudes to whom I have been per mitted to preach. It is simply miraculous, the attendance morning by morning, night by night and year by year and long after it has got to bo an old story. I know some people are dainty and exclusive in their tastes. As for myself, Hike a big crowd. I would like to see an audience large enough to scare me. If this gospel is good, the more that get it the better. Many have received the gospel here, but others have rejected it. Now, I tell you what I am going to do wit h some of my dearest friends who have hitherto rejected the gospel. You are not afraid of me, and I am not afraid of you, and some day, O brother, I will clasp your hands together, and I will turn your face tho other way, and I will take hold of your shoulders, and while you are helpless in my grasp I will give you one headlong push into the king dom of God. Christ says we must comp 1 you to come in. I will compel you to come in. Can I consent to anything else with these men, who are as dear to me as my own soul? I will compel yon to come in. Profiting by the mistakes of the past, I must do better work for you and better work for God. Lest I might through some sudden illness or casualty be snatch ed away before 1 have the opportunity of doing so, I take this occasion to declare my love for you as a people. It is different work if a pastor is placed in a church al ready built up, and he is surrounded by es tablished circumstances. There are not 10 people in this church that have not been brought into the church through my min istry. You are my family. I feel as mu: h at home here as I do in my residence on Oxford street. You are my family—my father, my mother, my sister, my son, my daughter. You are my joy and crown, the subject of my prayers. THE PREACHER’S AMBITION. Your present and everlasting welfare is the object of my ambition. I have no worldly ambition. I had once. I have not now. I know tho world about as well as any one knows it. I have heard the hand clapping of its applause, and I have heard the hiss of its opposition, and I declare to you that the former is not especially to be sought for; nor is the latter to be feared. The world has given me about all the com fort and prosperity it can give a man, and I have no worldly ambition. I have an all consuming ambition to make full proof of my ministry, to get to heaven myself and to take a great crowd with me. Upon your table and cradle and armchair and pillow and lounge and nursery and drawing room and kitchen may the blessing of the Al mighty God comedown! During these 2-1 years there is hardly a family that has not been invaded by sorrow or death. Where are those grand old men, those glorious Christian women, who used to worship with us? Why, they went away into the next world so gradually that they had concluded the second stanza or the third stanza in heaven before you knew they were gone. They had on the crown before you thought they had dropped the staff of the earthly pilgrimage. And then the dear children! Oh, how many have gone out of this church! You could not keep them. You folded them in your arms and said: “O God, I cannot give them up. Take all else—take my property, take my reputation—but let me keep this treasure. Lord, I cannot bear this.” Oh, if we could all die together, if we could keep all the sheep and the lambs of the family fold {ogether until some bright spring day, the birds a-chant and the wa ters a-glitter, and then we could altogether hear the voice of the good Shepherd and hand in hand pass through the flood. No, no, no, no! Oh, if we only had notice that we are all to depart together, and we could say to our families: “The time has come. The Lord bids us away.” And then we could take our little children to their beds and straighten out their limbs and say: “Now, sleep the last sleep. Good night, until it is good morning.” And then we could go to our own couches and say: “Now, altogether we are ready to go. Our children are gone; now let us depart.” No, no! It is one by one. It may be in the midnight. It may be in the winter, and in the snow coming down 20 inches deep over our grave. It may be in the strange hotel and our arm too weak to pull the bell for help. It may Ire so suddenly we have no time even to say goodby. Death is a bitter, crushing, tremendous curse. THE HARP OF COMFORT. I play you three tunes on the gospel harp of comfort, “Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.” That is one. “All things work together for good to those who love God.” That is the second. “And the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall lead them to living fountains of water, and God shall wipe all tears from their eyes.” That is the third. Di-ring these 24 years I have tried as far as I could, by argument, by illustra tion and by caricature to fill you with dis gust with much of this modem religion which people are trying now to substitute for the religion of Jesus Christ and the reli gion of the apostles. 1 have tried to persuade jou that the worst of all cant is the cant of skepticism, and instead of your apologizing for Chris tianity it was high time that those who do not believe in Christianity should apologize to you, and I have tried to show that the biggest villains in the universe are those who would try to rob us of this Bible, and that the grandest mission of the church of Jesus Christ is that of bringing souls to the Lord —a soul saving church. But now those years are gone. If you ha ve neglected your duty, if I have neglect ed my duty, it is neglected forever. Each year has its work. If the work is per formed within the 12 months, it is done for ever. If neglected, it is neglected forever. When a woman was dying, she said, “Call them back.” They did not know what she n .She had been a disciule of the worm l . She said, "Oh, call them back!” ThtV said, "Who do you want us tocall bttekl’l “Oh," she said, "call them back, Lite dal i. the months, the years, 1 have wasted. Y’all them back!” But you cannot call tli®■> back. You cannot call a year back, or ■ month back, or a week back, or nn hoßrback, or a second back. Gone once, it isKone forever. When a greet Wattle was raging, a mes senger came upwnd said to tho general, who was talking with an officer, "Goner::!, we have taken a standard from the enemy." The general kept Bight on conversing with his fellow officer,Wul tho messenger said again, "General, wMhave taken a standard from the enemy.” W’l ill tho general kept right on, ami the wesenger lost his pa tience, not having hat message seemingly appreciated, and saidlugain, “General, we have taken a standard Krom the enemy." Tho general then lookmint hint and said, "Take another.” Alt, foAftting the thing that are behind, let us lik>k to those tint! are before. Win another vastle; take an other standard; gain nnotbar victory. Roll on, sweet day of tho world's emanci pation, when “the mountains and the hills shall break forth into singiAg, and all the trees of the wood shall clapHlteir hands, and instead of ths thorn shitr come up the fir tree, and instead of tho lAier will come up the myrtle tree, and it shall be unto the Lord for a name, for an evewasting sign that cannot be cut off.” ) HORSMORD’S ACID PHOSHHATS. Beware of Imitations. — . \ liAMCS OF ISSUE. That is What the State of Tennessee Will Authorise. Chattanooga, Tenn.. April 21'. —An act was passed by tho legislature of Ten nessee and since approved by, the gov ernor, giving authority to state banks to issue, circulating medium. Tho act requires a deposit of United SiNjies, state of Tennessee or county bonds and currency will be issued for the bank on these securities not in excess of 90 per cent, of their market value. The act limits the currency to be issued by the state to twenty-five million. Periodi cal exami tuitions of the banks, the re demption of the currency and other fea tures of the national banking law are adhered to. The bant; must redeem its circulating notes on demand in gold or silver. No county bonds will be accepted where tho indebtedness of the county exceeds five per cent, of the taxable property and if the county has de faulted any time in years prior on its interest. .Tlie circulating medium is ro be signed by the president and cashier of the bank and countersigned by the state comptroller. The net says “the object sought by this legislature being to furnish citizens of this state a safe, sound and trustworthy currency, pos sessing sufficient elasticity to meet the demands of manufacturing, farming and business interests and tho exigencies of the times, a currency based on some securities tho stability and sufficiency j of which no one can question or doubt, I to be overlooked, supervised, and guarded by the state's chief officer for ■ the benefit and protection of the public. | THE EMPEROR’S GIFT. It Was Much Commented on in the Italian Capital. Romo, April 21.—The official circle here understands that, during the inter view yesterday between Pope Leo and the Gertnstn emperor, the Pope and the emperor discussed questions relating to the ]>n-it4o>ii of the Roman Catholic church in Germany, and especially j the attitude of members of the centrA or clerical party towards the imperial pol icy. Tho emperor's friendly conversa tion and his valuable gift of a snuff box Ixrtring his portrait, surrounded with diamonds, to Cardinal Ledochowski, prefect; of Xbe Propaganda, is much com mented upon. Cardinal Lodochowski represents the Vatican party, which fa vors the triple alliance as opposed to the policy of Cardinal Rantpolla. papal sec retary of state, which is French in its tendencies. The meeting -is also re- I garded as marking a frosh stop toward ‘ the conciliation of the Prussians and Poles, Aberdeen, <>., July 21. 1891. Messrs. Lippman Bros., Savannah, Ga. ]>ear Sirs—l bought a bottle of your P. P. P. at Hot Springs, Ark., and it has done me mere good than three months’ treat ment at the Hot Springs. Have you no agents in flits part of the country, 'or let me know how much it will cost to get three or six bottles from your city by express. Respectfully yours, JAS. Al. NEWTON, Aberdeen, Brown Ot>., O. DID NOT STRIKE. Chicago, April 2-I.—The expected strike of the union carpenters at the World's Fair grounds did not take place this morning. The men are at work as usual. A Revolution In Eating has been brought about by the introduction of Cottolene, the new vegetable shortening. The discovery of this product, and the demonstration of its remarkable qualities, has attracted the widest interest. Hitherto the common , shortening has been lard, or i indifferent butter. Every one has probably suffered occasional dis- \ comfort from lard-cooked food ; j while it is well known that thous- ; ands are obliged to abstain entire- ; ly from everything of that kind. To such people, Cottolene is of peculiar value, widening as it does, the range of what may be eaten and enjoyed. Cottolene is a cooking marvel. It combiner with the food—imparts to it a tempting colo<-, a delicate flavor, and an appetizing crispness. ■ No trace of greasiness remains : to offend the taste, or disturb the : digestion. 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