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GOD AMID THE COB IL
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REV. OR. TALMAGE ON THE 8C JLP>
TORE OF THE DEEP,-
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Picking Cp a Coral. He tey. Fete Like
I Crylag Oat, ‘Th» re la • God. aad I Adore
: Him t”—Comfort Tor Faithful Christian
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WASHINGTON, Dec. SC This picturesque
I discourse of Dr. Talmage loads hl* hearers
I and reader* through jjnwonted region* ot
' contemplation and la full at practical goa
- pal; text, Job xxvlli, 18, "No mention
shall be made of coral. ”
Why do you say that, inspired dramatist?
When you wanted to set forth the superior
value of our religion, yob tossed aside the
onyx, which is used for making exquisite
cameos, and the sapphire, sky blue, and
topax of rhombic prism, and the ruby of
frozen blood, and here you say that the
coral, which is a miracle of shape and a
transport of color to those who have stud
ied it, is not worthy of mention in eom
narlson with our holy religion. "No men
tion shall be made Os coral.” At St. Johns
bury, Vt., in a museum built by the chief
citizen, as I examined a speclmenxm the
shelf, I first realized What a holy of holies
eod can bund and has built in the temple
of one piece of coral. Ido not wonderdihat
• Ernst Heckel, the great scientist, while in
Ceylon, was so entranced with the speci
mens which some Cingalese divers had
brought up for his inspection that he him
self plunged into the sea and went clear
under the waves at the .risk of his life,
again and again and again, that he might
know more of the coral, the beauty of
which he indicates cannot even be guessed
by those who have only seen it above wa
ter, and after the polyps, which are its
sculptors and architects, have died and the
' chief glories of these submarine flowers
have expired. Job in my text did not
mean .to depreciate this divine sculpture
tn the coral reefs along the seacoasts.
Noone can afford to depreciate these
white palaces of the deep, built under
God’s'direction. He pever changes his
plans for the building of the islands and
shores, and for uncounted thousands of
years the coral gardens and the coral
castles and the coral battlements go on
and Up. I charge you that you will please
God and please yourself if you will go in
to the minute examination of the corals—
their foundations, their pinnacles, their
aisles, their pillars, their curves, their
cleavages, their reticulation, their group
ing—famllles of them, towns of them,
cities of them and continents of them. In
deed you cannot appreciate the meaning
of my text unless you know something of
the coral—labyrinthian, stellar, columnar,
floral, dented like shields from battle, spot
ted like leopards, embroidered like lace,
hung like upholstery—twilight and auro
ras and sunbursts of beauty I From deep
s crimson to milk white are its colors. You
may find this work of God through the
animalcules 80 fathoms down, or amid the
breakers, where tfee sea dashes the wildest
and beats the mightiest and bellows the
loudest. These sea creatures are ever busy.
Now they build islands in the center of
the Pacific ocean. Now they lift barriers
around the continent. Indian ocean, Red
aea and coast of Zanzibar have specimens
of their infinitesimal but sublime masonry.
At the recession of the tides you may in
some {daces see the top of their Alpine
elevations, while elsewhere nothing but
the deep sea soundings from the decks of
the Challenger, the Porcupine and the
Lightning of the British expedition can
announce them. The ancient Gauls em
ployed the coral tq adorn their helmets
and the hilts of swords. In many lands
it has been used as amulets. The Algeri
an reefs in one year (1878) had at work
amid the coral 811 vessels, with 8,160 sail
ors, yielding in profit $565,000. But the
secular and worldly value of the coral Is
nothing as compared with the moral and
religious, as when, in my text, Job em
ploys it in comparison. Ido not know
how any one can examine a coral the size
of the thumb nail without bethinking
himself of God and worshiping him, and
feeling the opposite of the great infidel
surgeon lecturing to the medical students
in the dissecting room upon a human eye
which he held in his hand, showing its
wonders of architecture and adaptation,
when the Idea of God flashed upon him so
powerfully he cried out to the students,
' “Gentlemen, there is a God, but I hate
him 1” Picking up a coral, I feel like cry
ing out* “There is a God, and I adore
him J"
God and the Beautiful.
Nothing so impresses me with the fact •
that our God loves the beautiful. The most
beautiful coral of the world never comes
to human observation. Sunrises and sun
sets he hangs up for nations to look at; he
may green the grass and round the dew
into pearl and set on fire autumnal foliage
to please mortal right, but those thousands
of miles of coral achievement I think he
has had bunt for his oWh delight. In
those galleries he alone can walk. The
music of those keys, played on by the fin
gers of the wave, he only can hear. The
snow Os that White and the bloom of that
crimson he alone can see. Having garni
tured this world to please the human race
and lifted a glorious heaven to please the
angelic intelligences, lam glad that he
has planted these gardens of the deep to
please himself. But here and there God
allows specimens of submarine glory to be
brought up and set before us for sub
lime contemplation. While I speak these
great nations of zoophytes, meandrlnas,
and madrepores, with tentacles fortrowel,
are building just such coral as we find in
our text. The diamond may be more rare,
t the crystal may be more sparkling, the
: chrysoprase may bo more ablaze, but the
coral Is the long, deep, everlasting blush
of theses. Yet Job, who understood all
kinds of precious stones, declares that the
beauty and value of the oval are nothing
compared with our holy religion, and he
picks up this coralline formation and looks
at it and flings it aside with all the other
beautiful things he has ever heard of and
cries out tn ecstasy of admiration for the
superior qualities of our religion, "No
mention shall be made of coral. "
Take my hand and we will walk through
this bower of the sea while I show you
that even exquisite coral is not worthy of
being compared with the richer jewels of
a Christian souL The first thing that
strikes me in looking at the coral is its
long continued accumulation. It. is not
turned up like Cotopaxi, but is an outbut
ting and an outbranchißg of ages. In
Polynesia there are reefs hundreds of fleet
deep and 1,000 miles long. Who built
these reefs, these Islands? The zoophytes,
the corallines. They were not such work
ers who built the pyramids as were these
masons, these creatures of the sea. What
small creations amounting to what vast
aggregation I Who can estimate the ages
between the time when the madrepores
laid the foundations of the islands and the
time when the madreporee put on the cap-
stone of a completed work? It puzzles all
the scientists to gtiemi through how many
yjars the corallines were building the
Sandwich and Society Islands and the
Marshall and Gilbert groups. But more
slowly and wonderfully accumulative is
grace in the heart. You sometimes gel
discouraged because the upbuilding by the
soul doos not go on more rapidly. Why,
you have all eternity to build in. The lit
tle annoyances of life are zoophyte build
ers, and there will be small layer on top
of small layer and fossilized grief on the
top of fbrffllzed grief. Grace does not go
up rapidly in your soul, but, blessed be
Grid, it goes up. Ten thousand million
ages will not finish you. You will never
be finished. On forever! Up forever! Out
of the sea of earthly disquietude will grad
ually rise the reefs, the islands, the con
tinents, the hemispheres of grandeur and
glory. Men talk as though in this life we
only had time to build. But what wo
build in this life -os compared with what
we shall build in the next life is as a
striped shell to Australia. You go into an
architect's study and there you see the
sketch of a temple the cornerstone of
which has not yet been laid. Ob, that I.
could have an architectural sketch of what
you will be after eternity has wrought
upon foul What pillars of strength I What
altars of supernal worship! What pinna
cles thrusting their glittering spikes Into
the sun that never sets! You.do not scold
the corallines because they cannot build
an, island in a day. Why should you scold
yourself becd'use you cannot complete a
temple of holiness for the heart in this short
lifetime? You tell me we do not amount
to much now, but try us after a thousand
million ages of halleluiah. Let us hear
the angels chant for a million centuries.
Give us an eternity with God and then see
if we do not amount to something. More
slowly and marvelously accumulative is
the grace in the soul than anything I can
think of. "No mention shall be made of
coral.
The Virtue of Patience.
Lord, help us to learn that which most
of us are deficient in—patience! If thou
cans! take, through tho sea anemones, mil
lions of years to build one bank of coral,
ought we not to be willing to do work
through ten years or 50 yean without
complaint, without restlessness, without
chafing of spirit? Patience with the err
ing; patience that we cannot have the
millennium in a few weeks; patience with
assault of antagonists; patience at what
seems a slow fulfillment of Bible promises;
patience with physical ailments; patience
under delays of Providence; grand, glori
ous, all enduring, all conquering patience!
Patience like that which my lately ascend
ed friend, Dr. Abel Stevens, describes
when writing of one of Wesley’s preachers,
John Nelson, who, when a man had him
put in prison by false charges and being
for a long time tormented by hie enemy,
said, "The Lord lifted up a standard when
the anger was coming on like a flood, else
I should have wrung his neck to the
ground and set my foot upon it." Pa
tience like that pf Pericles, the Athenian
statesman, who’ when > a man pursued
him to his own door, hurling at him epi
thets and arriving there when it had be
come dark, sent his servant with a torch
to light his enemy back to his home. Pa
tience like that eulogized by the Spanish
proverb when it says, “I have lost .the
rings, but here are the fingers still. ” Pa
tience I The sweetest sugar for the sourest
cup; the balance wheel for all mental and
moral machinery; the foot that treads into
placidity stormiest lake; the bridle for
otherwise rash tongues; tho sublime si
lence that conquers the boisterous and
blatant. Patience like that of the most il
lustrious example of all the ages—Jesus
Christ; patient under betrayal; patient
under the treatment of Pilate’s oyer and
terminer; patient under the expectoration
of his assailants; patient under flagella
tion ; patient under the charging spears of
the Roman cavalry; patient unto death.
Under all exasperations employ it. What
ever comes, stand it. Hold on, wait, bear
up.
Christian Hope.
Take my hand again, and we will go a
little farther into this garden of the sea,
and we shall find that in proportion as the
climate is hot the coral is wealthy. Draw
two isothermal 'lines at 60 degrees north
and south of the equator, and you find the
favorite home of the coral. Go to the hot
test part of the Pacific seas and you find
the finest specimens of coral. Coral is a
child of the fire. But more wonderfully
do the heats and fires of trouble bring out
the jewels of the Christian, soul. Those
are not the stalwart men who are asleep
on the shaded lawn, but those who are
pounding amid the furnaces. Ido not
know of any other way of getting a thor
ough Christian character. I will show you
a picture. Here are a father and a mother
80 or 85 years of age, their family around
them. It is Sabbath morning. They have
prayers. They hear the children’s cate
chism. They have prayers every day of
the week. They are in humble circum
stances. But, sifter awhile the wheel of
fortune turns up and the man gets his
$20,000. Now he has prayers on Sabbath
and every day of the week, but he baa
. dropped the catechism. The wheel of for
tune turns up again, and he gets his 880,-
000. Now he has prayers on Sabbath
morning alone. The wheel of fortune
keeps turning up, and he has 1200,000,
and now he has prayers on Sabbath morn
ing when he feds like it and there is no
company. The wheel of fortune keeps on
turning up, and he has bis <300,000 and
mo {Stayers at all. Four, leaf clover in a
pasture field Is not so rare as family pray
ers in the houses of people who have more
than <300,000. But now the wheel of for
tune turn* down, and the num loses 8200,-
000 out of the 8800,000. Now on Sabbath
morning he la on a stepladder looking for
a Bible under the old newspapers on the
bookcase. Ho is going to have prayers.
His affairs are more and more complicated,
and after awhile crash goes his last dol
lar. Now he has prayers every morning
and he hears bis grandchildren the cate
chism. Prosperity took him away from
God; adversity drove him back to God.
Hot climate to make the ootal; hot and
scalding trouble to make the jewels of
grace in the soul. We all hate trouble and
yet it does a great deal for uk You have
heard perhaps of that painter who wished
to get an expression of great distress tar
his canvas and who had his Servant lash
a man fast and put him to great torture,
and then the artist oaught the look on the
victim’s face and immediately transferred
it to the canvas. Then he said to the serv
ant, “More torture,” and under more tor
ture there was a more thorough expression
of pain, and the artist said: "Stop there.
Walt till I catch that expression. There!
Now I have It upon the canvas. Let loose
the victim. I have a work that will last
forever.’’ “Oh," you say, “be was an in
human painter!” No doubt adaou tit. Trou
ble is cruel and inhuman, but he is a great
painter and out of our tears and blood on
his palette be makes colors that never die.
Oh, that it might be a picture of Christian
fortitude, of shining hope!
'Ou the day I was licensed to preach the
gospel an old ChriMianmaiUook my hand'
and said, "My son, when you gel to a
right corner on Saturday night, without
any sermon, send forme, an. 11 will preach
for you." Weil, it was agr *t encourage
ment to be backed up by st oh a good old
minister, and it was not lor.g before I got
Into a tight corner on Saturday -night,
without any sermon, and I sent for the
old minister, and be came and preached,
and it was the last sermon be ever preach
ed. AU the tears I cried at his funeral
could not express my affection for that
man, who was willing to help me out ot
a tight corner. 'Ah, my friends, that is
what we aU want—somebody to help us
out of a tight corner. You are in one how.
How do I know it? lam used to judging
of human countenances, and I see beyond
the smile and beyond the courageous look
with which you hide your feelings from
others. I know you are in a tight corner.
What to do? Do as I did when I sent for
rid Dr. Scott. Do better than I did—•send
for the Lord God of Daniel, and of Joshua,
and of every other man who got into a
tight corner. “Oh," says some ope, “why
cannot God develop methrough prosperity
instead of through adversity?” I will an
swer your question by asking another.
Why does not God dye our northern and
temperate seas with coral? You say, “The
water is not hot enough.” There! In
answering my question you have answer
ed your own. Hot climate tor richest speci
mens of coral; hot trouble for the jewels
of the aouL The coral fishers going out
from Torre del Greece never brought
ashore such fine specimens as are brought
out of the scalding surges of misfortune.
I look down into the tropical sea, and
there is something that looks like blood,
and I say, "Has there been a great battle
down there?” Seeming blood scattered all
and down the reefs. It is the blood of the
coral, and it makes me think of those who
come out of great tribulation and have
their robes washed white in the blood of
the Lamb. But these gems of earth are
nothing to the gems ot heaven. "No men
tion shall be made of coral. ”
Again, I take your band, and-we walk
oh through, this garden of the tea and look
more particularly than we did at the
beauty of the coral. The poets have all
been fascinated with it. One of them
Frote:
There, with a broad and easy motion,
The fan coral sweeps through the clear deep
sea,
And the yellow and scarlet tufts of the ocean
Ard bent like corn on the upland lee.
Coral Specimens. ’
One specimen of coral is called the den
drophilia because it is like a tree; another
is called the astrara because it is like a
star; another is called the brain coral be
cause it is like the convolutions of the hu
man brain; another is called fan coral
because it is like the instrument with
which you cool yourself on a hot day; an
other specimen is called the organ pipe
coral because it resembles the king of mu
sical instruments. All the flowers and all
the shrubs in the gardens of the land have
their correspondencies in this garden of
the sea. Corallum! It is a synonym for
beauty- And yet there is Bo beauty in the
coral compared with our religion. It gives
physiognomic beauty. It does not change
the features. It does not give features
with which the person was not originally
endowed, but it sets behind the features
of the homeliest person a heaven that
shines clear through. So that often on
first acquaintance you said of a man, "He
is the homeliest person lever saw," when,
after you came to understand him and his
nobility of soul shining through his coun
tenance, you said, “He is the loveliest per
son I ever saw." No one ever had a home
ly Christian mother. Whatever the world
may have thought of her, there were two
who thought well—your father, who had
admired her for 50 years, and you, over
whom she bent with so many tender min
istrations. When you think of the angels
of God and your mother among them, she
outshines them alt Ob, that our young
people could understand that there is noth
ing that so much beautifies the human
countenance as the religion of Jesus
Christ. It makes everything beautiful.
Trouble beautiful. Sickness beautiful
Disappointment beautiful Everything
beautiful.
Near my early home there Was a place
called the Two Bridges. These bridges
leaped the two streams. Well, my friends,
the religion of Jesus Christ is two bridges.
It bridges all the past. It arches and over
spans all the future. It makes the dying
pillow the landing place of angels fresh
from glory. It turns the sepulcher into a
May time orchard. It catches up the dy
ing into full orchestra. Corallum I , And
yet that does not express the beauty. “No
mention shall be made of coral. ”
I take your hand again and walk a little
farther on in this garden of the sea and I
notice the durability of the work of the
coral. Montgomery speaks of to He says,
"Frail were their forms, ephemeral their
lives, their masonry imperishable. ” Rhiz
opods are insects so small they are invis
ible, and yet they built the Apennines and
they planted for their own monument the
cordilleras. It takes 187,000,000 at them
to make one grain. Corals are changing
the navigation of the sea, saying to the
commerce of the world, “Take this chan
nel," "Take that channel,” "Avoid the
other channel. ” Animalcules beating
back the Atlantic and Pacific raw. It the
insects of the ocean have built a reef 1,000
miles Ibng, who knows but that they may
yet boild a reef 8,000 miles long, and thus
that by one stone bridge Europe shall be
united with this continent on ona side and
by another stone bridge Asia will be unit
ed with this continent on the other side,
and the tourist of the world, without the
turn of a steamer’s wheel or the spread of
a ship’s sail, may go all around the world,
and thus be fulfilled the prophecy, “There
shall be no more sea.”
Work That Endarea.
But the durability of the coral’s work is
not at all to be compared with the dura
bility of our work for God. The coral is
going to crumble in the fires of the last
day, but our work for God will endure for
ever. No more discouraged man ever lived
than Beethoven, the great musical com
poser. Unmercifully criticised by brother
artists and his music sometimes rejected.
Deaf for 25 years, and forced on his way to
Vienna to beg food and lodging at a very :
plain house by the roadside. In the even
ing the family opened a musical instru
ment and played and sang with great en
thusiasm, and one of the numbers thef
rendered was so emotional that tears ran
down their cheeks while they sang and
played. Beethoven, sitting in the room,
too deaf to hear the singing, was curious
to know what Was the music that so over
powered them, and when they got through
he reached up and took the folio in his
hand and found it was bis own music—
Beethoven’s “Symphony in A”—and be
cried out, “I wrote that!" The household
sat and stood abashed to find that their
poor looking guest was the great composer.
But he never left that bouse alive. A fever
seized him that night, and no relief could
be afforded, and in a few days he died.
But just before expiring he took the hand
l of his nephew who had been sent for and
had arrived, » -ylug, "After all. HuratneL
I must have h d some talent." Poor Bee
thoven! HU work still lives, and in tho
twentieth century win be better appreciat
ed than ltw». in the nineteenth, and as
long as there is on earth an orchestra to
play or an oratorio to sing, Beethoven’s
nine symphonies will be the enchantment
ot nations.
But you are -not a composer, and you
cay that there is nothing remarkable about
you—only a mother trying to rear your
family for usefulness and heaven. Yet
the song with which you sing your child
to sleep will never oqase its mission. You
will grow old and die. Thai son will pare
out into the world. The song with which
you sang him to sleep last night will go
with him while be lives, a conscious or
Unconscious restraint and inspiration here
and may help open to him the gate ot a
glorious and triumphant hereafter. Th<
lullabies of this century will sing through
all the centuries. Tho humblest good ao
oompliibed in time will last through eter
nity. I sometimes get discouraged, as I
suppose you do, at the vastnere of the
work and at how little we are doing. And
yet, do yon suppose the rhizopod said,
“There is do need of my working; I can
not build tho cordilleras?*’ Do you sup
pose the madrepore said, “There is no
need of my working; I cannot build the
Sandwich Islands?" Each one attended to
his own business, and there are the Sand
wich Islands and there are the cordilleras.
Ah, my friends, the redemption of this
world is a great enterprise. I did not see
It start; I will not in this world see its
elope. lam only an insect an compared
with the great work to be done, but yet I
must do my part. Help build this eternal
corallum I will. My parents toiled on this
reef long before I was born. I pray God
that my children may toil on this reef long
after lam dead. Insects all of us, but
honored by God to help heave up the reef
of light across which shall break the ocean’s
immortal gladness! Better be insignificant
and useful than great and idle. The mas
todons and megatheriums of the earth,
what did they do but stalk their great car
casses across the land and leave their skele
tons through the strata, while the coral
lines went on heaving up the islands all
covered with fruitage and verdure? Better
be a coralline than a mastodon. So now
lam trying to make one little coralline.
The polyp picks out of the wave that
smites it carbonate of lime, and with that
builds up its own insectile masonry. Bo
out of the wave of your tears I take the
salt; out of the bruise I take the blue, and
out of your bleeding heart I take the red,
and out of them altogether I make this
coral, which I pray may not be disowned
in the day when God makes up his jewels.
Power of Little Things.
Little things deeftta great things. All
that tremendous careerof the last Napo
leon hanging on the hand of a brakeman
who, on one of our American railways,
oaught him as he was falling between the
cars of a flying train. The battle of Dun
bar was decided against the Scotch because
their matches had given out. Aggrega
tions of little things that pull down or
build up. When an army or a regiment
come to a bridge, they are always com
manded to break ranks, for their simulta
neous tread will destroy the strongest
bridge. A bridge at Anglers, France, and
a bridge at Broughton, England, Went
down because the regiment kept step while
creasing. Aggregations of temptation,
aggregations of sorrow, aggregations of
assaults, aggregations of Christian effort,
aggregations of self sacrifices—these make
the irresistible power to demolish or to
uplift, to destroy or to save. Little causes
and great results. Christianity was in
troduced into Japan by the falling over
board of a pocket Bible from a ship in the
harbor of Tokyo.
Writtenon the fly leaf of oneof my books
by one whom God took to himself out of
our household were the following words.
Ido not know who composed them. Per
haps she composed them herself:
Not a Sparrow falleth but its God doth know,
Just as when his mandate lays a monarch
low;
Not a leaflet wavsth bqt its Gqd doth see.
“AS o MS<M
For mor* precious sorely than th* birds that
fly
Is a Father’s image to a Father’s eye.
E’en thin* haireare numbered. Trust him full
and free.
Cast toy care upon him, and he’ll care for
For the God that planted in thy breast a soul
On Ms sacred tables doth thy name enroll.
Cheer heart, thou trembler, never faith*
lew be.
Be that marks the sparrow will remember
thee.
Oh> be encouraged! Do not any man
say, “My work is *o small.” Do not any
woman say: “My work is so insignificant.
I cannot do anything for the upbuilding
of God’s kingdom." You can. Remem
ber the corallines. A Christian mother sat
sewing a garment, and her little girl want
ed to help her, and so she sewed on anoth
er piece es the same garment and brought
it to her mother, and the work was cor
rected. It was Imperfect and had to be
all taken out again. But did the mother
chide the child. Ob, no. She said, “She
wanted to help me, and she did as well as
she could." And so the mother blessed
the child, and while she blessed the child
ahi thought of hereelf and said: “Perhaps
it may be so with my poor work at the
last. God will look at it. It may be very
imperfect, and I know it is very crooked.
He may have to take it Ml out. But he
knows that I want to serve him, and he
knows it is the best that I can do." So
be comforted to your Ohristian work. Five
thousand million corallines made cue co
rifllum. And than they passed and
otbw millions came, and the work is won
derful But on theday when the world’s
redemption shall be consummated, and the
names of all the millions of Christians
who in all the ages have totted on this
structure shall be read, the work will ap
pear so grand and the achievement so
glorious and the durability so everlasting
that “no mention shall be made ot coral.”
na» mn» FXapheey.
The German meteorological prophet,
Dr. Budolph Falb, predicted some time
ago the end of the world as the result of
the collision of our globe with Temple’s
comet on Nov. 18, 1899. It is a comet
which travels in the wake of the meteoric
swarm of shooting stare, or the Leonide
shower, which will be meet intense in
1899, apd the late Professor Oppolzer of
Vtaana calculated its return for May, 1899,
Instead of November. Dr. Falb’s sinister
prediction has caused Dr. Frederick Bid
schof, first assistant at the Vienna observ
atory, to make a recalculation at the eom
et’s course, with the roasearing suit that
on the day in 1899 when it will e nearest
to our earth the distance wttl still be
000,000 kilometers, omitting the odd fig
ures. He gravely assures us that this dis
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