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The Eminent Divine’s Sunday
Discourse.
Subject: Children of a Klne—Tlie Koval
Uouce of Juans, and the Son, the
Moon, tire Stan and All Nature Are
Its Heritage Cross Its Heraldic Sign.
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Washington. D. C.—ln this discourse
Dr. Talmage tvho, during his journey
homeward has sec-n much of royal and im
perial splendors, in passing through the
• capitals of Europe, shows that there is no
higher dignity nor more illustrious station
than those which the Christian has as a
child of God; text, Judges viii, 18: “Each
one i -eaibeld the children of a king.”
Zebu:, and Zalmunna had been off to
battle, and when they came back tliev
were asked what kind of people they had
seen. The- answered that the peopje had
a royal appearance; "each one resembled
the children of a king.” That description
of people is not extinct. There are still
many who have this appearance. Indeed,
they are the sons and daughters of the
Lord Almighty. Though now in exile,
they shall vet come to their thrones,
there are family names, that stand for
wealth, or patriotism, or intelligence. The
name oi Washington among us will al
ways represent patriotism. The family
of the Medici stood as the representative
of letters. The family of the Rothschilds
is significant of wealth, the loss of S4O
- in 1848 putting them to no incon
venience, and within a few years they
have loaned Russia 812,000,000; Naples
823,000 000; Austria, $40,000,000, and E
land, $200,000,000, and the stroke of their
pen on the counting room desk shakes
-everything irom the Irish Sea to the Dan
ube. they open their hand, and there is
i they shut it and there is peace,
ike Romanoffs of Russia, the Hohenzol
lerns of Germany, the Bourbons of
1* ranee, the Stuarts and Guelphs of Great
Britain are houses whose names are inter
twined with the history of their respective
nations symbolic of imperial authority.
But I preach of a family more potential,
-more rich and more extensive—the royal
house of Jesus, of whom the whole family
in ..eaven and on earth is named. We are
blood relations by the relationship of the
cross; all of us are the children of the
King.
First, I speak of our family name. When
we see a descendant of some one greatly
celebrated in the last century, we look at
him with profound interest. To have hail
conquerors, kin|;s or princes in the ances
tral line gives lustre to the family name.
In oitr line was a King and Conqueror,
lhe Star in the East with baton of light
woke up the eternal orchestra that made
music at Ilis birth. From thence He
started forth to conquer all nations, not
by trampling them down, but by lifting
them up. St. John saw Him on a white
horse. When He returns He will not
bring the nations chained to His wheel or
in iron cages, but I hear the stroke of the
hoofs of the snow-white - cavalcade that
brings them to the gales in triumoh.
Our family name takes lustre from the
star that heralded Him, and the spear that
pierced Him, and the crown that was
given Him. It gathers fragrance from the
frankincense brought to Ills cradle, and
the lilies that flung their sweetness into
His sermons, and the box of alabaster that
broke at His feet. The Comforter at
Bethany. The Resurrector at Nain. The
supernatural Oculist at Bethsaida. The
Saviour cf one world, and the chief joy of
■another. The storm His frown. The sun
light His smile. The spring morning His
breath. The earthquake the stamp of His
foot. The thunder the whisper of Ilis
voice. The ocean a drop on the tip of His
finger. Heaven a sparkle on the bosom
•of His , love. Eternity the twinkling of
His eye. The universe the flying dust of
His chariot wheels. Able to heal a heart
break or hush a tempest, or drown a
world, or flood immensity with His glory.
What other family name could ever boast
•of such an illustrious personage?
Henceforth, swing out the coat of arms!
"Great famines wear their coat of arms on
the dress, or on the door of the coach, or
on the helmet when they go out to battle,
or on flags and ensigns. The heraldic
■sign is sometimes a lion, or a dragon, or
■an eagle. Our coat of arms worn right
■over the heart hereafter shall be a cross,
a lamb standing under it, and a
dove flying over it. Grandest of all es
cutcheons! Most significant of all family
•escutcheons! In every battle I must have
it blazing on my flag—the dove, the cross,
the lamb, and when I fall, wrap me in
that goocl old Christian flag, so that the
family coat of arms shall be right over
my breast, that all the world may see that
I looked to the Dove of the Spirit and
clung to the Cross, and depended upon
the Lamb of God, which taketh away the
sin of the world.
Ashamed of Jesus, that dear friend,
On whom my hopes of life depend;
No! When I blush, be this my shame—
That 1 no more revere His name.
Next, I speak of the family sorrows. If
trouble gome to one member of the family
all feel it. It is the custom, after the
body is lowered into the grave, for all the
relatives to come to the verge of the grave
and look down into it. First those near
est the departed come, then those next of
kin, until they have all looked into the
grave. So, when trouble and grief go
down through the heart of one member
of the family, they go down through
them all. The sadness of one is the sad
ness of all. A company of persons join
hands around an electric battery; the
two persons at the ends of the line touch
the battery and all the circle feels the
shock. Thus, by reason of the filial, ma
ternal and paternal relations of life, we
stand so close together that when trouble
sets its battery, all feel the thrill of dis
tress. In the great Christian family the
.sorrow of one ought to be the sorrow of
all. Is one persecuted? All are perse
cuted. Does one suffer loss? We all suf
fer loss. Is one bereaved? We are all be
reaved.
Their streaming eyes together flow
For human guilt and mortal woe.
If you rejoice at another’s misfortune,
you are not one of the sheep, but one of
the goats, and the vulture of sin hath
alighted on your soul, and not the Dove
of the Spirit.
Next, I notice the family property. Af
ter a man of large estate dies the relatives
assemble to hear the will read. So much
of the property is willed to his sons, and
so much to hiS daughters, and so much to
benevolent societies. Our Lord Jesus hath
died, and we are assembled to-day to hear
the will read. He says, “My peace I give
unto you.” Through Ilis apostle He says,
“All things are yours.” What, everything?
Yes, everything! This world and the
next! In distinguished families there are
old pictures hanging on the wall. They
are called the “heirlooms” of the estate.
They are very old, and have come dbwn
from generation to generation. So I look
upon all the beauties of the natural world
as the heirlooms of our royal family. The
morning breaks from the east. The mists
travel up, hill above hill, mountain above
mountain, until sky lost. The forests are
full of chirp, and buzz, and song. Tree's
leaf and bird’s wing flutter with gladness.
Honevinakers in the log, and beak against
the balk, and squirrels chattering on the
rail, and the call of the hawk out of a
clear sky make you feel glad.
The sun, which kindles conflagrations
among the castles of cloud and sets mina
ret and dome aflame, stoops to paint the
lily white, and the buttercup yellow, and
the forgeimenot blue. What can resist
the sun? Light for the voyager over the
deep! Light for the shepherd guarding
the flocks afield! Light for the poor who
have no lamps to turn! Light for the
downcast and the lowly! Light for ach-
ing eyes and burning brain a
™'y e ' Light for the smooth
childhood and for the dim vision of the
octogenarian? Lieht for queen’s coronet
and for sewing girl’s needle! Let there be
light. V\ hose morning is this? My morn
!fig. \ our morning. Our Father gave us
’he Picture and hung it on the sky in loops
°* j e " * s fh® heirloom of our family.
And so the night. It is the full moon,
u 0 mis * 3 from shore to shore gleam like
shattered mirrors, and the ocean under
her glance comes up with great tides,
panting upon the beach, mingling, as it
were, foam and fire. The poor man
blesses God for throwing such a cheap
light through the broken window pane
into his cabin, and to the sick it seems a
light from the other shore which hounds
this great deep of human nain and woe.
If the sun seem like a song full and noured
from brazen instruments that fill heaven
and earth with great harmonies, the moon
is plaintive and mild, standing beneath
the throne of God, sending up her soft,
sweet voice of praise, while the stars listen
and. the sea. No mother ever more sweet
ie guarded the sick cradle than all night long
this pale wateher of the sky bends over the
weary, heartsick, slumbering earth. Whose
is this black framed, black tasseled pic
ture of Hie night? It is the heirloom of
our family. Ours the grandeur of the
spring, the crystals of the snow, the coral
of the beach, the odors of the garden, the
harmonies of the air.
You cannot see a large estate in one
morning. You must take several walks
around it. The family property of this
royal house of Jesus is so great that we
mn*t take several walks to get anv idea
of its extent. Let the first walk be
around this earth. All these vallevs, the
harvests that wave in them, and the cat
tle that pasture them—all these mount
ains. and the precious things hidden be
neath them, and the crown of glacier they
cast at the feet of the alpine hurricane
all these lakes, these islands, these conti
nents, are ours. In the second walk go
among the street lamps of heaven, and
see stretching off on every side a wilder
ness of worlds. Sot us they shine. For
ils they sang at a Saviour’s nativity. For
us they will wheel into line, and with
their flaming torches add to the splendor
of our triumph on the day for which all
other days were made. Li the third walk,
go around the eternal city. As we come
near it, hark to the rush of its chariots
and the wedding peal of iff? great towers.
The bell of heaven has struck 12. It in
high noon. We look off upon the chap
lets which never fade, the eyes that never
weep, the temples that never close, the
loved ones that never part, the procession
that never halts, the trees that never
wither, the walls that never can be cap
tured, the sun that never sets, until we
can no longer gaze, and we hide our eyes
and exclaim: “Eye hath not seen, norear
heard, neither have entered into the heart
of man, the things which God hath pre
pared for them that love Him!” As these
tides of glory rjse we have to retreat and
hold fast lest we he swept off and drowned
in the emotions of gladness and thanksgiv
ing and triumph.
Almost every family looks back to a
homestead —some country place where
.you grew up. You sat on the doorsill.
Tou heard the footsteps of the rain on
the garret roof. You swung on the gate.
You ransacked the barn. You waded into
the brook. You thrashed the orchard for
apples, and the neighboring woods for
nuts, and everything around the old
homestead is of interest to you. 1 tell you
of the old homestead of eternity. “In
My Father’s house are many mansions.”
When we talk of mansions we think of
Chatsworth and its park, nine miles in
circumference, and its conservatory that
astonishes the world; its galleries of art,
that contain the triumphs of Chantvey,
Canova and Thorwaldsen; of the kings
and the queens who have walked its state
ly halls, or, flying over the heather, have
hunted the grouse. But all the dwelling
places of dukes and princes and queens are
as nothing to the family mansion that is
already awaiting our arrival. The hand
of the Lord Jesus lifted the pillars and
swunt; the doors, and planted the parks.
Angels walk there, and the good of all
ages. The poorest man in that house is a
millionaire, and the lowliest a king, and
the tamest word he speaks is an antliem,
and the shortest life an eternity.
It took a I’axton to build for Chats
worth a covering for the wonderful flower
Victoria regia, live feet in diameter. But
our lily of the valley shall need no shelter
from tho blast, and in the open gardens of
God shall put forth its full bloom, and all
heaven shall come to look at it, and its
aroma shall boas though the cherubim
had swung before the throne a thousand
censors. I have not seen it yet. I am in
a foreign land. But my Father is Waiting
for mo to come home. I have brothers
and sisters there. In the Bible I have let
ters from therfi, telling me what a fine
place it is. It matters not much to me
whether I am rich or poor, or whether the
world hates me or loves me, or whether I
go by land or by sea, if only I may lift
my eyes at last on the family mansion. It
is not a frail house, built in a month, soon
to crumble, but an old mansion, which is
as firm as the day it was built. Its walls
are covered with the ivy of many ages,
and the urns at the gateway are a-bloom
with the century plants of eternity. The
Queen of Sheba hath walked its hall, and
Esther, and Marie Antoinette and Lady
Huntingdon and Cecil, and Jeremy Taylor,
and Samuel Rutherford and John Milton,
and the widow who gave two mites, and
the poor men from the hospital—these
last two perhaps outshining au the kings
and queens of eternity.
What clasping of hands! What embrac
ings! What coming together of lip to lip!
What tears of joy! You say, “I thought
there were no tears in liOaven.” There
must be, for the Bible says that “God
shall wipe them away,” and,if there were
no tears there, how could He wipe them
away? They cannot be tears of grief or
tears of disappointment. They must be
tears of gladness. Christ will come and
say: “What! Child of heaven, is it too
much for thee? Dost thou break down
under the gladness of this reunion? Then
I Will help thee.” And, with His one arm
around us and the other arm around our
loved ones. He shall hold us up in the
eternal jubilee.
While I speak some of you with broken
hearts can hardly hold your peace. You
feel a3 if you would speak out and say:
“Oh, blessed day! speed on. Toward thee
I prc3S with blistered feet over the ilesert
way. My eyes fail for their weeping. I
faint from listening for feet that will not
come, and the sound of voices that will
not speak. Speed on, oh day of reunion!
And then, Lord Jesus, be not angry with
me if after I have kissed Thy blessed feet,
I turn around to gather up the long lost
treasures of my heart. Oh! be not angry
with me. One look at Thee were heaven.
But all these reunions are heaven encir
cling heaven, heaven overtopping heaven,
heaven commingling with heaven!”
I was at Mount Vernon, and went into
the dining room in which our first Presi
dent entertained the prominent men of
this and other lands. It was a very inter
esting spot. But, oil, the banqueting hall of
the family mansion of which I speak!
Spread the table, spread it wide; for a
great multitude are to sit at it. From
the tree by the river gather the twelve
manner of fruits for that table. Take the
clusters from the heavenly vineyards, and
press them into the golden tankards for
that table. On baskets carry in the bread
of which, if a man eat, he shall never hun
ger. Take all the shot-torn flags of earth
ly conquest and entwine them among the
arches. Let David come with his harp,
and Gabriel with his trumpet, and Miriam
With the timbrel, for the prodigals are at
home, and the captives are free, and the
Father hath invited the mighty of heaven
and the redeemed of earth to come and
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If anything were lacking in the to
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Its environs to render it an admirable
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The town is situated on a bay connect
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From seaward the port Is reached
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and narrowing to less than 200 in
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western shore. This fort was erected
originally by the Chinese, and by
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Since It passed Into the hands of tho
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opposite bank has been reconstructed
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It was the Scottish express, and as
It was not due to stop for another six
hours the other nine occupants of the
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tenth passenger, who was sitting in
the window corner with a cap pulled
over hks face, groaned again. The
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The other evening a tame pigeon
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