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GOD AMID THE COB IL ■ • —' REV. OR. TALMAGE ON THE 8C JLP> TORE OF THE DEEP,- ' ——— —— Picking Cp a Coral. He tey. Fete Like I Crylag Oat, ‘Th» re la • God. aad I Adore : Him t”—Comfort Tor Faithful Christian I Worker*. * I [Copyright. UW '*j l^ e ] rtoan Pr °* A * So ’ 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. 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