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EV. D*R. T A LMAG E
'The Eminent Divine’s Sunday
Discourse.
Stil>**<*♦: io Ho I.onrnort From tlio
Tliroe Ci osHt-?—On Right Unbelief and
Remorse, on Left Penitence anrl Con
tent, In the Centro Kverlitgtlng Love.
[Copyright lUOU.I
W> sittxotox, J). C. The famous
paintings in the picture galleries of Mu
yneh seem to have suggested the topic of
Ihia cp*eoiirso. which Dr. Talnu}ge sends
from the quaint Bavarian town, but the
theme which msnired the painters awak-
in the great preacher thoughts of
the redemption of the human race, which
to**! tb® supreme design of that scene of
s .!C riTl " an d death. The text is Luke
xxiii, 32. ‘‘There they crucified Him and
Tno malefactors, one on the right hand
and the other on the left.’*
Just outside of Jerusalem is a swell of
ground. Reward which a crowd are amend
ing, for it is the day of execution. What
a mighty assemblage! Some for curiosity
to hear what the malefactors will say and
to see now they will act. The three per
rons to he executed are already there.
Some of the spectators are vile of lie and
bloated of cheek. Some look up with re
vongc. hardly able to keep their hands
n -f the sufferers. Some tear their own
hair in a frenzy of grief. Some stand in
silent horror. Some break out into im
rontrolJabV weeping. Some clap their
hands in dehght that the offenders are to
T'* punished at Inst. The soldiers with
drawn swords drive back the mob. which
presses on so hard. There is fear that the
Proceedings may be interrupted. Let the
stationed at .Terusalem. on
horseback, dash nloDff the line and force
the surging multitude. “Back with
you!” is the c “Have you never before
seen p. man die?”
Three crosses fn a row—an upright
v> i ece and two transverse pieces, one at
tlie top. on which (he hands are nailed,
and one at the middle, on which the vie
+im sat. Three trees just planted, yet
hearing fruit—the one at the right bear
ing; poi°on, and the one at the left bitter
aloas; the cue in the middle, apples of
love. Norway p : ne and tropical orange
and Lebanon cedar would not make so
strange a rave as this orchard of Cal
vary. Stand back and give a look at the
three crosses.
•Tust look at the ernes on the right. Tts
■victim <iics scoffing. More awful than his
•phvaical ar.vuish is his scorn and hatred
of Him on the middle cross. This wretched
man turns half around on the spikes to
hiss at the One in the middle. If the scof
fer could get, one hand loose, and he were
within reach, he would smite the middle
sufferer in the face. He hates Him with
■a perfect hatred. I think he wishes he
were down no the ground that he might
spear Him. He envies the mechanics who
with their nails have nailed Him fast.
-Amid the settling darkness and louder
than the crash of the rocks hear him jeer
out these words; “Ah, you poor wretch!
T knew you were an imposter! You pre
tended to be a God. and yet you let these
legions master you.” It was in some such
hate that Voltaire in his death hour, be
cause i.e thought he saw Christ in his bed
room. got un on his elbow and cried out,
■“Crush that wretch!” What had the
middle cross done to arouse up this right
hand cross? Nothing. Oh. the enmity
of the natural heart against Christ! The
world likes a sentimental Christ or a phi
lanthropic Curist, but a Christ who comes
to snatch men away from their sius—away
with Him! On this right hand cross to
day I see typified the unbelief of the
world. Men say: “Back with Him from
the heart! I will not let Him take my
sins. If He will die. let Him die for Him
self, not for me." There has always been
-a war between this right hand cross and
the middle cross, and wherever there is
an unbelieving heart, there the fight goes
on. Oh, I* when that dying malefactor
perished, the faithlessness of man had
perished, then that tree which yields poi
son would have budded and blossomed
with life for all the world.
Look up into that disturbed counte
nance of the sufferer and see what a
ghastly thing it is to reject Christ. Be
hold m that awful face, in that pitiful
look, in that unblessed death hour, the
stings of that sinner’s departure! What
a plunge into darkness! Standing high
upon the cross on the ton of the hill, so
that all the world may look at him, he
says, “Here I go out of a miserable life
into a wretched eternity!” One, two.
three! Listen to the crash of the fall, all
ye ages! So Hobbes, dving after he had
seventy years in which to prepare for
eternity, said. “Were I master of all the
world I would give it all to live one day
longer.” Sir Francis Newport, hovering
over the brink, cried out: “Wretch that I
am. whither shall I fir from this breast?
What will bicome of me? Oh, that I
were to lie upon the fire that never is
quenehod a thousand years, to purchase
the favor of God and to be reconciled to
Him again! Oh, eternity; oh. eternity!
Who Call discover the abyss of eternity?
Who can paraphrase these words, ‘For
ever and forever?’ ”
That right hand cross—thousands have
perished on it in worse agonies. For
what is physical pain compared to re
morse at the last, that life has been
wasted and only a fleeting moment stands
between the soul aud its everlasting over
throw? O God, let me die anywhere
rather than at the foot of that right hand
cross! Let not one drop ot that blood
fall upon my cheek. Rend not my ear
with that cry. I see it now as never be
fore—the loathsomeness and horror of my
unbelief. That dying malefactor was not
so much to blame as I. Christianity was
not established, and perhaps not until
that day had that man heard the Christ.
But after Christ had stood almost 1900
years, working the wonders of His grace,
you reject Him.
That right hand cross, with its long
beam, overshadows all the earth It is
■planted in the heart of the race. When
will the time come when the spirit of God
shall, with its ax, hew down that right
hand eros3 until it shall fall at the foot of
that middle crass and unbelief, the rail
ing malefactor of the world, shall perish
from ail our hearts? Away from me, thou
spirit of unbelief! I hate thee! With
this sword of God I thrust thee back and
thrust thee through! Down to hell!
Down, most accursed monster of the
earth, and talk to those thou hast already
damned! Talk no longer to these sons of
God, these heirs of heaven!
“If Thou be the Son of God ” Was
there any “if” about it? Tell me, thou
star, that in robe of light did run to
point out His birthplace. Tell me. thou
sea, that didst put thy hand over thy lip
when He bade thee still. Tell me, ye
dead, who got up to see Him die. Tell me,
thou sun in mid-heaven, who for Him
didst’ pull down over thy face the veil of
darkness. Tell me, ye lepers who were
.cleansed, ye dead who were raised, is lie
the Son of God? Aye, aye! responds the
universe. The flowers breathe it; the
-.tars chime it; the redeemed celebrate it;
tne tinge,s rise on tnc.r turones to an
nounce it. And yet on that miserable
malefactor’s “if” how many shall be
wrecked for all eternity! That little "if”
has enough venom in its sting to cause the
death of the soul. No “if” about it. I
know it. Here Deus! I feel it thoroughly
—through every muscle of the body and
through every faculty of my mind and
through every energy of my soul. Living.
1 will preach it; dying, I will pillow my
head upon its consolations —Jesus the
God.
Away, then, from this right hand cross.
The red berries of the forest are apt to
be poisonous, and around this tree of car
nage grow the red, poisonous berries of
which many have tasted and died. 1 can
'X VR tttt
see no use for the right hand cross, except
it be used as a lever with which to upturn
th unbelief of the world.
Hero from the right hand cross I go to
the left hand cross. Pass clear to the
other side. That victim rdso twists him
self upon the nails to loo* at the centre
-voss. yet not to scoff. It is to worship.
He. too. would like to get his hand loose,
not to smite, hut to deliver the sufferer
of the middle cross. He cries to the rail
er cursing on the other side: “Silence!
Between us innocence in agony. We
suffer for our crimes. Silence!” Gather
-.'iun . this left hand cross, O ye people!
Be not afraid. Bitter herbs are some
times a tonic for the brain, and the bitter
aloes that grow on this tree shall give
strength and life to thy soul. This left
cross is a repenting cross.
As men who have been nearly drowned
tel! us that in one moment, while they
were under water. their whole life passed
i'-fore them, so I suppose in one moment
the dving malefactor thought over all his
nast life —of that night when he went
into an unguarded door and took all the
silver, the gold, the jewels, and as the
i-ieerer stirred he put a knife through bis
heart: of that day when, in the lonely
nass. he met the wayfarer and regardless
of the cries and prayers and tears and
struggles of his victim he flung the man
gled corpse into the dust of the highway
e- heaped noon it the stones. He savs:
“T am a guilty wretch: I deserve this!
There is no need of mv cursing. That will
not -‘op the nain. There is no need of
hlasnbeminv Christ, for He has done me
no wrong, and yet I cannot die so. The
tortures of ray body erg undone by the
tortures of my soul. The past is a scene
of misdoing. The present a crucifixion.
The future an everlasting undoing Come
Hack, thou hiding midday sun! Kiss my
cheek with one bright ray of comfort.
What, no help from above —no help from
beneath? Then I must turn to my com
panion in sorrow, the One on the mid
dle cross. I have heard that He knows
how to help a man when he is in trouble.
I have heard that He can cure the wound
ed. I have beard that He can pardon the
sinner. Surely, in all His wanderings up
and down the earth He never saw one
more in need of H ; s forgiveness' Blessed
One! I turn to Thee! Wilt Thou turn
for the moment away from Thy own
pangs to pity me? Lord, It is not to have
my hands relieved or mv feet taken from
the tortu.'e. I can stand all this, but, oh,
my sms, my sins, my sins, they pierce me
through and through. They tell me I
must die forever. They will push me out
into the darkness unless Thou wilt help
me. I confess it all Hear the cry of the
r, viug thief, “Lord, remember me when
Thou eomest into Thy kingdom.’ I ask
no great things. I seek for no throne in
heaven, no chariot to taka mo to the
skies, but just thmk of me when this day’s
horrors have passed. Think of me a little
—of me, the one now hanging at Thy side
—when the shout of heavenly welcomes
takes Tneo back into Thy elorv. Thou
wilt not forget me, wilt Thou? ‘Lord,
remember me when Thou eomest into
Thv kingdom.* Only just remember me.”
Likewise -au-t we renent. You say, “I
have stolen nothing.” I reply: “We have
Ml been guilty of the mightiest felony of
the universe, for we have robbed God—
robbed IJim "of our time, robbed Him of
oar talent, robbed Him of our services.”
tfippo.se you send a man out as an agent
of your firm and every month you pay
him bis salary, an 1 at the end of ten years
you find out that be lias been serving an
other firm, but taking your salary, would
you not at once condemn him ns dishon
est? God sent us into this world to serve
Him. He has given its wages all the time.
Yet how many of us have been serving
another master! When a man is con
victed of treason he is brought put; a
regiment surrounds him and the command
is given: “Attention, company! Take
aim! Fire!” And the man falls with a
hundred bullets through his heart. There
comes a time in a man’s history when the
Lord calls un the troop of his iniquities,
and at God’s command they pour into
him a concentrated volley of torture.
To this middle cross look, that your
souls may live. I showed you the right
hand cross in order that you might see
what an ■ wful thing it is to be unbeliev
ing. I showed you the left hand cross
that you might see what it is to repent.
Now I show you the middle cross that
you may see what Christ has done to save
your soul. Poets have sung its praise,
sculptors have attempted to commemor
ate it in marble, martyrs have clung to it
in the fire and Christians dying quietly
in their beds have leaned their heads
against it.
This . our may all our souls embrace it
with an ecstasy of affection. Lay hold of
that cross. Everything else will fail you.
Without a strong grip on that you perish.
Put your hand on that and you are safe,
though a world swing from beneath your
feet.
Oh, that I might engrave on your souls
meffaceably the three crosses, so that if
in your waking moments you will not
heed, then in your dreams at night you
may see on the hill back of Jerusalem the
three spectacles the right hand cross
showing unbelief, dying without Christ;
the left hand showing what it is to be
pardoned, while the central cross pours
upon your soul the sunburst of heaven as
it says: “By a'.l these wounds I plead for
thy heart. I have loved thee with an
everl-sting love. Rivers cannot quench it.
Floods cannot drown it.”
But, no; we will not wait for such i
dream. In this our most aroused mood
we throw down at the foot of that mid
dle cross sin, sorrow, life,, death—every
thing. We are slaves; Christ give deliv
erance to the captive. We are thirsty,
Christ is the river of salvation to slake
our thirst. We are hungry; Jesus says,
“I am the bread of life.” We are con
demned to die; Christ soys, “Save that
man from going down to the pit: I am the
ransom.” We are tossed on the sea of
trouble; Jesus comes o>er it, saying, “it
is I; be not afraid." We are in darkness;
Jesus says, “I am the bright and morning
star.” \V o are sick; Jesus is the “balm
of G'lcad.”
We are dead, hear the shrouds rend
and the grave hillocks heave, as He cries,
“I am the resurrection and the life; he
that lielieveth in Me, though he were
dead, yet shall he live.” We want justifi
cation: “Being justified by faith, we
have peace with Cod through our Lord
Jesus Christ.” We want to exercise
faith; “Believe in'the Lord Jesus Christ
and thou shalt he saved.” I want to get
from under condemnation; “There is now,
therefore, no condemnation to them who
are in Christ Jesus.” The cross—He car
ried it. The flames of hell —He suffered
them. The shame—He endured it. The
crown—He won it. Heights of heaven
sing it and worlds of light to worlds of
light all round the heavens cry, 1 Glory,
glory!” Let us go forth and gather the
trophies for Jesus. From Goleonda mines
we gather the diamonds; from Ceylon
shores we gather the pearls; from all
lands and kingdoms we gather- precious
stones, and we bring the glittering bur
dens and put them down at the feet of
•Testis and say: “All these are Thine.
Thou art worthy.” We go forth again
for more trophies and into one sheaf we
gather all the scepters of the Caesars and
the Alexanders and the Czars and the
Sultans e nd of all royalties and dominions,
and then we bring the sheaf of scepters
and put it down at the feet of Jesus and
-sty: Thou art King of kings; all these
Thou hast conquered.” And then we go
Forth again to gather more trophies, and
we bid the redeemed of ages, the sons
and daughters of the Lord Almighty, to
come. And the hosts of heaven bring
crown and palm and scepter, and'here by
these bleeding feet and this riven side
anß by this wounded heart cry, “Blessing
and honor and glory and power unto the
Laihb. for ever and ever.” —.
If a woman’s crown of glory
is her hair, Jessie Fraser, of
Fine, N. Y., must be a queenly
woman. She wrote us, last
January, that her hair was
nearly 64 inches long and very
thick.
And she gave Ayer’s Hair
Vigor all the credit for it.
Ayer’s Hair Vigor may do
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We don’t claim the 64 inches
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Japan and Camphor.
Within a year the camphor trade of
the world has become a monopoly. The
trees which yield this fragrant and
useful gum are to be found all over
Asia and the East Indies, but the prin
cipal production from them Is confined
to the Island of Formosa, which be
longs to Japan. China was never utile
to furnish more than 203,000 pounds
a year, and Japan now produces about
300,000. Formosa’s annual output for
several years past has been between
0,000,000 and 7,000,000 pounds. Little
is to be had at present from any other
source, and there is no prospect of any
change in the situation for a long time
to come.
In deciding to exercise control over
the production of camphor, Japan has
been actuated by two motives. In the
first place, she wants to obtain revenue
therefrom, as France docs from the
match aud cigar industries. But she
also seeks to avert the killing of the
goose which lays the golden eggs for
her. In other words, she has under
taken to protect the camphor forests,
which were in danger of extinction.
How Xews Will Travel.
“While on a visit to the south re
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and would like to establish an agency
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the price of one dozen boxes. W. C.
McCall, GrantviLle, Ohio.” At drug
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How British Cavalry Missed Boer Cannon.
Wo learn with considerable aston
ishment that, in the movement from
Helpmakaar to Laings Nek, Buller’s
cavalry, under two such capable cav
alry officers as Lord Dundonald and
Burn-Murdoeh, failod, for some rea
son yet to be explained, to capture
nearly the whole of the Boer guns
which were in process of removal,
nnd which were so imminently threat
ened that the Boers absolutely aban
doned them in a hollow, taking off
their ox teams, and leaving the pieces
to their fate. General Brocklehurst
does not seem to had been in this
show, but, as regards the other two,
there seems to be no doubt that they
missed a great chance, for they were
within easy striking distance of the
Boer guns, which were abandoned for
hours together, one gossip says days,
until the enemy brought hack their
ox teams and removed the artillery
under our very noses.—Correspond
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Volcaooei Mads by Mao.
At Brule, near Saint Etienne, In
France, is one of the most remarkable
burning mountains In the world. Orig
inally it was a mass of coal, weighing
probably hundreds of millions of tons,
and elevated well above the surround
ing country.
Dense forests covered It, nnd Its pe
culiar formation was unbroken and
unsuspected, save by the local peasan
try. These mined the precious mineral,
each in his own way and for his own
profit; and, as the deposits were of
varying richness, frequent jealousies
and bickerings were the result.
One of the favorite plans for keep
ing rivals at a distauce was to throw
pieces of old leather on a burning
brazier, causing an intolerable stench.
One day, more than a century ago, the
fire extended to the coal, and it has
never ceased burning. The summit of
tlie smouldering mass is occupied by a
genuine crater, where the imprisoned
gases generated by the conflagration
forced their way out, and round the
lips aud within the throat of this fun
nel-shaped orifice have formed vast
deposits of citron-yellow-colored sul
phur. V.'
Another similar manmade volcano,
on a smaller-scale, exists in Belgium,
between Namur and Charleroy. It
has been burning continuously for
nearly ninety years, and emits vast
columns of black, mephitic smoke,
rendering the neighboring country
barren, baked and utterly unprofita
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A Flabby Compliment.
The greatest compliment that can be
paid to a Brazilian lady, it is said, is
to tell her that she grows fatter and
fatter every day.
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“They B©'*m to have a great many trolley ac
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‘•Yes; people are so careless. Th*y will go
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pains than all other diseases together, and when
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Measures of Length la the Bible.
The measures of length used in the
Bible with their equivalents in our
modern use, are (E. L. Hull) as fol
lows: The great cubit was 24,888
inches, or 1,824 feet, and the less cubit
18 inches. A span (tlie longer), half a
cubit, or 10,944 inches, or .912 of a foot.
A span (the less), one third of a cubit,
or 7.290 inches, or .008 of a foot. A
hand’s breadth, 3.0 of a cubit, or 3.0.84
inches, or .301 of a foot. A finger’s
breadth, 1.24 of a cubit, br .912 of an
inch, or .076 of a foot. A fathom, four
cubits, or 10.944 feet. The mile, 4,000
cubits, or 7,290 feet. The stadium, 1-10
of their mile, or 400 cubits, or 729.0
feet. The parasang, three of their
miles, or 12,000 cubits, or four English
miles’ and 580 feet. A day’s Journey
was about twenty-four miles. A sab
bath day's journey, 3,500 feet.—An
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Japanese Tea Exports.
During the last season the exports
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and Canada amounted to no less than
3,931,239 pounds. Of this amount 25,-
940,020 pounds were shipped from
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The Manufacturers of Carter's Inkliavo had
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‘•You had a lot of visitors last week, didn't
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••Yes, but when they went back home we sent
our three daughters back with them.”—Chicago
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