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( iiRIM'S LAST HOUR.
DR. TALMAGE FINDS LESSONS OF COM-
FORT IN A SAD SCENE.
The Great Divine Say* That Heav
en’* BriKhteat Crown* Shall Adorn
the Bron, of Those Who Bear Life'*
BurtletiM With Christian Fortitude.
[Copyright, 1899. by American. Press Asso
ciation.]
Washington, March 26.—From the pa
thetic scene of Christ’s last hour of suffer
ing Dr. Talmage in this sermon draws
lessons of comfort for people in trouble;
text, John xix, 30, “When Jesus there
fore had received the vinegar.”
The brigands of Jerusalem had done
their work. It was almost sundown, and
Jesus was dying. Persons in crucifixion
often lingered on from day to day, crying,
begging, cursing, but Christ had been ex
hausted by years of maltreatment. Pillow
less, poorly fed, flogged, as bent over and
tied to a low post his baro back was in
flamed with the scourges intersticed with
pieces of lead and bone, and now for whole
hours tlie weight of his body hung on deli
cate tendons, and, according to custom, a
violent stroke under the armpits had been
given by the executioner. Dizzy, nauseat
ed, feverish, a world of agony is compress
ed in the two words, “I thirst!” Oh,
skies of J udea, let a drop of rain strike on
his burning tongue! Oh, world, with roll
ing rivers and sparkling lakes and spray
ing fountains, give Jesus something to
drink! If there be any pity in earth or
heaven or hell, lot it now be demonstrated
in behalf of this royal sufferer.
The wealthy women of Jerusalem used
to have a fund of money with which they
provided wino for those people who died
in crucifixion—a powerful opiate to dead
en the pain—but Christ would not take it.
Ho wanted to die sober, and so he refused
the wine. But afterward they go to a
cup of vinegar and soak a sponge in it and
put it on a stick of hyssop and then press
it against the hot lips of Christ. You say
the wine was an anaesthetic and intended
to relievo or deaden the pain. But the
vinegar was an insult.
Lite’* Wenk Spot*.
In sonic lives the saccharine seems to
predominate. Life is sunshine on a bank
of flowers. A thousand hands to clap ap
proval. In December or in January, look
ing across their table, they see all their
family present. Health rubicund, skies
flamboyant, days resilient But in a great
many cases there are not so many sugars
as acids. The annoyances, and tho vexa
tions, and the disappointments of life over
power tho successes. There is a gravel in
almost every shoe. An Arabian legend
says that there was a worm in Solomon's
staff gnawing its strength away, and there
is a weak spot in every earthly support
that a man leans on. King George of
England forgot all the grandeurs of his
throne because one day in an interview
Beau Brummel called him by his first
name and addressed him as a servant, cry
ing, “George, ring the bell 1” Miss Lang
don, honored ail the world over for her
poetic genius, is so worried over the evil
reports set afloat regarding her that she
is found dead with an empty bottle of
prussic acid in her hand. Goldsmith said
that his life was a wretched being, and
that all that want and contempt could
bring to it had been brought, and cries
out, “What, then, is there formidable in
a jail?” Correggio’s fine painting is hung
up for a tavern sign. Hogarth cannot sell
his best painting except through a raffle.
Andrea del Sarto makes the great fresco in
tho Church of the Annunciate at Flor
ence and gets for pay a sack of corn, and
there are annoyances and vexations in
high places as well as in low places, show
ing that in a great many lives are the
sours greater than the sweets. “When
Jesus therefore had received tho vinegar.”
It is absurd to suppose that a man who
has always been well can sympathize with
those who aro sick, or that one who has
always been honored can appreciate tho
sorrow of those who are despised, or that
one who has been born to a great fortune
can understand the distress and the straits
of those who are destitute. The fact that
Christ himself took the vinegar makes
him able to sympathize today and forever
with all those whose cup is filled with
tho sharp acids of this life. He took the
vinega.l
The Treacherous Friend.
In the first place, there was the sourness
of betrayal. Tho-treachery of Judas hurt
Christ's feelings more than all the friend
ship of his disciples did him good. You
have had many friends, but there was one
friend upon whom you put especial stress.
You feasted him. You loaned him money.
You befriended him in the dark passes of
life, when ho especially needed a friend.
Afterward, he turned upon you, and he
took advantage of your former intimacies.
He wrote against you. He talked against
you. He microscopized your faults. He
flung contempt at you, when you ought to
have received nothing but gratitude. At
first you could not sleep at night. Then
you went about with a sense of having
been stung. That difficulty will never be
healed, for though mutual friends may ar
bitrate in the matter until you shall shake
hands, the old cordiality will never come
back. Now I commend to all such tho
sympathy of a betrayed Christ. Why, they
sold him for less than our S2O! They all
forsook him and fled. They cut him to
the quick. He drank that cup to the dregs.
He took tho vinegar.
There is also the sourness of pain. There
are some of you who have not seen a well
day for many years. By keeping out of
drafts, and by carefully studying dietetics,
you continue to this time, but oh, the
headaches, and tho side aches, and the
backaches, and the heartaches which
have been your accompaniment all the
way through! You have struggled un
der a heavy mortgage of physical dis
abilities, and instead of the placidity that
once characterized you it is now only
with great effort that you keep away from
Irritability and sharp retort. Difficulties
of respiration, of digestion, of locomotion,
make up the great obstacle in your life,
and you tug and sweat along the pathway
and wonder when the exhaustion will end.
My friends, the brightest crowns in heaven
will not be given to those who, in stirrups,
dashed to the cavalry charge, while the
general applauded, and the sound of clash
ing sabers rang through the land, but the
brightest crowns in heaven, I believe, will
be given to those who trudged on amid
chronic ailments which unnerved their
strength, yet i*ll the time maintaining
their faith in God. It is comparatively
easy to fight in a regiment of a thousand
men, charging up tho parapets to the
sound of martial music, but it is not so
easy to endure when no one but the nurse
and tli" doctor are the witnesses of the
Christian fortitude Besides that, you
never had ai.y pains worse than Christ's.
The • ~s that slang through his
, bis hands, through Ms feet,
hi- heart, were a* great as yours
! wuial*. H» m and m waarf.
Notanerre ottnuscla or ligament escaped.
All the pangs of al! the nations of all the
ages compressed into one sour cup. He
took the vinegar!
<hriMt*N Privations.
There is also tho sourness of poverty.
Your income dees not meet your outgo
ings, and that always gives an honest man
anxiety. There is no sign of destitution
about you—pleasant appearance and a
cheerful home for you—but God only
knows what a time you have had to man
age your private finances. Just as the
bills run up the wages seem to run down.
You may say nothing, but life to you is a
hard push, and when you sit down with
your wife and talk over tho expenses you
both rise up discouraged. You abridge
here, and you abridge there, and you get
things snug for smooth sailing, and, 10,
suddenly there is a large doctor's bill to
pay, or you have lost your pocketbook, or
some debtor has failed, and you aro
thrown abeam end. Well, brother, you aro
in glorious company. Christ owned not
the house in which he stopped or the colt
on which he rode or the bout in which he
sailed. He lived in a borrowed house; he
was buried in a borrowed grave. Exposed
to all kinds of weather, yet ho had only
one suit of clothes. He breakfasted in tho
morning, and no one could possibly tell
where he could get anything to eat before
night. He would have been pronounced a
financial failure. Ho had to perform a
miracle to get money to pay a tax bill.
Not a dollar did he own. Privation of
domesticity, privation of nutritious food,
privation of a comfortable couch on which
to sleep, privation of all worldly resources I
The kings of the earth had chased chalices
out of which to drink, but Christ had
nothing but a plain cup set before him,
and it was very sharp, and it was very
sour. He took the vinegar.
The Vacant Chair.
There were years that passes! along be
fore your family circle was invaded by
death, but the moment the charmeel circle
was broken everything seemed to dissolve.
Hardly have you put the black apparel in
the wardrobe before you have again to
take it out. Great ami rapid changes in
your family record. You got the house
and rejoiced in it, but the charm was gone
as soon as the crape hung on the doorbell.
The one upon whom you most depended
was taken away from you. A cold marble
slab lies on your heart today. Once, as
the children romped through tho house,
you put your hand over your aching head
and said, “Oh, if I could only have it
still!” Oh, it is too still now! You lost
your patience when the tops and the
strings and the shells were left amid floor,
but, oh, you would be willing to have the
trinkets scattered all over the floor again
if they were scattered by the same hands.
With what a ruthless plowshare be
reavement rips up the heart! But Jesus
knows all about that. You cannot tell
him anything new in regard to bereave
ment. He had only a few friends, and
when he lost one it brought tears to his
eyes. Lazarus had often entertained him
at his home. Now Lazarus is dead and
buried, and Christ breaks down with emo
tion, the convulsion of grief shuddering
through all the ages of bereavement.
Christ knows what it is to go through the
house missing a familiar inmate. Christ
knows what it is to see an unoccupied
place at the table. Were there not four
of them—Mary and Martha and Christ
and Lazarus? Four of them. But where
is Lazarus? Lonely and afflicted Christ,
his great loving eyes filled with tears! Oh,
yes, yes! He knows all about the loneli
ness and the heartbreak. He took the
vinegar!
Gates of the Future.
Then there is the sourness of the death
hour. Whatever else we may escape, that
acid sponge will be pressed to our lips. I
sometimes have a curiosity to know how
I will behave when I come to die. Whether
I will bo calm or excited, whether I will
be filled with reminiscence or with antici
pation, I cannot say. But come to the
point I must and you must. An officer
from the future world will knock at the
door of our hearts and serve on us the
writ of ejectment, and we will have to
surrender. And we will wake up after
these autumnal and wintry and vernal
and summery glories have vanished from
our vision. We will wake up into a realm
which has only one season and that the
season of everlasting love.
But you say: “I don’t want to break
out from my present associations. ■ It is so
chilly and so damp to go down tho stairs
of that vault. I don’t want anything
drawn so tightly over my eyes. If there
were only some way of breaking through
the partition between worlds without tear
ing this body all to shreds! I wonder if
the surgeons and the doctors cannot com
pound a mixture by which this body and
soul can all tho time be kept together? Is
there no escape from this separation?”
None, absolutely none. A great many
men tumble through the gates of the fu
ture, as it were, and we do not know
where they have gone, and they only add
gloom and mystery to the passage, but
Jesus Christ so mightily stormed the gates
of that future world that they have never
since been closely shut. Christ knows
what it is to leave this world, of the beauty
of which he was more appreciative than
we ever could be. He knows the exquisite
ness of the phosphorescence of the sea. He
trod it. He knows the glories of the mid
night heavens, for they were the spangled
canopy of his wilderness pillow. He knows
about the lilies. He twisted them into his
sermon. He knows about the fowls of the
air. They whirred their way through his
discourse. He knows about the sorrows of
leaving this beautiful world. Not a taper
was kindled in the darkness. He died
physiclanlcss. He died in cold sweat and
dizziness and hemorrhage and agony, that
have put him. in sympathy with all the
dying. He goes through Christendom, and
he gathers up the stings out of all the
death pillows, and he puts them under
his own neck and head. Ho gathers on his
own tongue the burning thirsts of many
generations. The sponge is soaked in the
sorrows of all those who have died in their
beds, as well as soaked in the sorrows of
all those who perished in icy or fiery mar
tyrdom. While heaven was pitying, and
earth was mocking, and hell was deriding,
he took the vinegar!
Carry Sorrow* to Je.ua.
To all those to whom life has been an
acerbity—a doso they could not swallow,
a draft that set their teeth on edge and
a rasping—l preach the omnipotent sym
pathy of Jesus Christ. The sister of Her
schel, the astronomer, used to spend much
of her time polishing the telescopes
through which he brought the distant
worlds nigh, and it is my ambition now
this hour to clear the lens of your spiritual
vision, so that, looking through the dark
night of your earthly troubles, you may
behold the glorious constellation of a Sav
iour's mercy and a Saviour's love. Oh,
my friends, do not try to carry nil your
ills alone. Do not put your poor shoulder
under the Apennines, when the Almighty
Christ is ready to lift up all your burdens.
When you have a trouble of any kind, you
rush this way and that way, and you
wonder what this man ”11 say about it
and what that man will 5... about it, and
you try this prescription and that prescrip
tion and the other prescription. Ob, why
do you not go straight to tho hearts of
Christ, knowing that for our own sinning
and suffering race he took the vinegar?
There was a vessel that, hint boon tossed
on the seas for a great many weeks and
been disabled, and the supply of water
gave out, and the ervw were dying of
thirst. After many days they saw a sail
against the sky. They signaled It. When
the vessel came nearer, the people on tho
Buffering ship cried to the captain of tho
other vessel: “Send us some water. We
are dying for hick <f water.” And tho
captain on the vetwel that was hulled re
sponded: “Dip your buckets where you
are. You are in the mouth of the Ama
zon, and there aro scores of miles of fresh
water all around about you and hundred
of feet deep.” And then they dropped
their buckets ov< r the side of the vessel
and brought u, the clear, bright, fresh
water and put out the ire of their thirst.
So I hail you today, after along and peril
ous voyage, thirsting as you aro for par
don and thirsting for comfort and thirst
Ing for eternal life, and I ask you what Is
the use of your g in; in that death struck
state while all aroind y >u is tho deep,
clear, wide, nl;li’:g tie- d of God’s sym
pathetic mercy. Oh, dip your buckets
and drink and live forever. “Whosoever
will, let him come and take of the water
of life freely. ”
Divine Sympathy.
Yet there are people who refuse this
divine sympathy, and they try to fight
their own battles, and drink their own
vinegar, and carry their own burdens, and
their life, instead of being a triumphal
march from victory to victory, will boa
hobbling on from defeat to defeat, until
they make final surrender to retributive
disaster. Oh, I wish I could today gather
up in my arms all the woes of men and
women, all their heartaches, all their dis
appointments, all their chagrins, and just
take them right to tho feet of a sympathiz
ing Jesus. He took tho vinegar. Nana
Sahib, after ho had lost his last battle in
India, fell back into tho jungles of lheri —
jungles so full of malaria that no mortal
can live there. Ho carried with him also
a ruby of great luster and of great value.
He died in those jungles. His body was
never found, and tho ruby has never yot
been recovered. And I fear that today
there aro some who will fall back from
this subject into the sickening, killing
jungles of their sin carrying a gem of in
finite value—a priceless soul—to lie lost
forever. Oh, that that ruby might flash in
the eternal coronation! But, no! There
arc some, I fear, who turn away from this
offered mercy and comfort and divine
sympathy, notwithstanding that Christ,
for all who would acept his grace, trudged
the long way, and suffered the lacerating
thongs, and received in his face the ex
pectorations of the filthy mob, and for the
guilty, and the discouraged, and tho dis
comforted of the race, took tho vinegar
May God Almighty break the infatuation
and lead you out into the strong hope, and
the good cheer, and the glorious sunshine
of this triumphant gospel 1
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disorders may experience any one or all
of the following symptoms: Thin blood,
the vital functions are enfeebled, constitu
tion shattered, shaky nerves, falling of the
hair, disturbed slumbers, general thinness,
and lack of vitality. The appetite is bad
and breath foul. The blood seems hot in
the fingers and there are hot flushes all
over the lx>dy. If you have any of these
symptoms your blood is more or less dis
eased and is liable to show itself in some
form of sore or blemish. Take B. B. B.
at once and get rid of the inward humor
before it grows worse, as it is bound to do
un.ess the blood is strengthened and
sweetened.
Botanic Blood Balm (B. B. B) is the
discovery of Dr. Giiiam, the Atlanta
specialist on blood diseases, and be used
Is. B. B in bis private practice forßoyears
with invariably good results. B. B. B
does not contain mineral or vegetable
poison and is perfectly sale to take, by the
infant and the elderly and feeble.
The above statements of facts prove
enough for any sufferer from Blood llu
mots that Botanic Blood Balm (B. B. B )
or three B's cures terrible Blood diseases,
and that it is worth while to give the
Remedy a trial ihe medicine is for sale
by druggists everywhere at |1 per large
bottle, or six bottles for $5, but sample
txsttles can only be obtained of Blood
Balm Co. Write today. Address plainly,
Br.o o Balm Co., Mitchell Street,Atlan
ta, Georgia, and sample bottle of B. B. B.
and valuable pamphlet on Blood and
Skin Diseases wall be sent you by return
mail.