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ithe boat of bush es dr. TALMAGE TAKES MOSES’ SIS TER AS HIS THEME. -■I I _ He Admires th® Befcavier of the Faithful, Brilliant and Strato®* Miriam-Kxhoris ' til‘ — to Beetow Cere on Their Broth en—Meme Thon<hU. JCopyright, 1»8. Xu^.T‘ Can Pre “ A “°‘ Washington, Feb. B.—ln this sermon of Dr. Talmage the character of a wise, sym pathetic and self denying sister Is set forth as an example, and the story will set hun dreds of men to thinking over old times; text, Exodus 11, 4, “And his sister stood afar off to wit what would be done to him.” Princess Thermutis, daughter of Pha raoh, looking out through the lattice of her bathing house, on the banks of the Nile, saw a curious boat on tho river. It had neither oar nor helm, and they would have been useless anyhow. There was only one passenger and that a baby boy. But the Mayflower, that brought the pilgrim fathers to America, carried not so precious a load. The boat was made of the broad leaves of papyrus, tightened together by bitumen. Boats were, sometimes made of that material, ar we lekrn from Pliny and Herodotus and Theophrastus. “Rill all theHebtbwchildren born,*’ had been Pha raoh’s order. To save the mother of little Moses, had put him in that queer boat and launched him. His sister Miriam stood on the bank watching that precious craft She was far enough off Dot to draw attention to the boat, but near enough to offer protection. There she stands on the bank—Miriam the poetess, Miriam tho quick witted, Miriam the faithful, though very human, for in after time she demonstrated it. Miriam was a splendid sister, but had her faults, like all the rest of us. How carefully she watched the boat containing her brother! A strong wind might upset It. The buffaloes often found there might In a sudden plunge of thirsfafnirit. gome ravenous waterfowl might swoop and pick his eyes out with iron beak. Some croco dile or hippopotamus crawling through the rushes might crunch the babe. Miriam watched and watched until Frincess Ther mutis, a maiden on each side of her hold ing palm leaves over her head to shelter her from the sun, came down and entered her bathing house. When from the Tattlce she saw that boat, she ordered it brought, and when the leaves were pulled back from tho fape of the child and the boy looked up •he cried aloud, for he was hungry and frightened and would not even let the princess take him. The infant would rath er stay hungry than acknowledge any one of the court as mother. Now Miriam, the sister, incognito, no one suspecting her re lation to the child, leaps from the bank and lushes down and offers to get a nurse to pacify the child. Consent is given, and she brings Joohebed, the baby’s mother, Incognito, none of the court knowing that she was the mother, and when Jochebed arrived the child stopped crying, for its fright was calmed and its hunger appeased. You may admire Joohebed, tho mother, and all the ages may admire Moses, but I clap my hands in applause at the behavior of Miriam, the faithful, brilliant and strategic sister. A Nonsuch In History. “Go home,’’some one might have said to Miriam. “Why risk yourself out there alone on the banks of the Nile, breathing the miasma and in danger of being attack ed of wild beast or ruffian? Go home!’’ No. Miriam, the sister, mere lovingly watched and bravely defended Moses, tho brother. Is he worthy her care and cour age? Oh, yes; the 60 centuries of the world’s history have never had so much involved in the arrival of any ship at any port as in the landing of that papyrus boat calked with bitumen I Its one pas senger was to be a nonsuch in history— lawyer, statesman, politician, legislator, organizer, conqueror, deliverer. Ho had such remarkable beauty in childhood that, Josephus says, when he was carried along the road people stopped to gaze at him and workmen would leave their work to ad mire him. When the king playfully put his crown upon this boy, he threw it off indignantly and put bls foot on it. The king, fearing that this might be'a sign that the child might yet take down his crown, applied another test. Accord ing totho Jewish legend, the king ordered two bowls to be put before the child, one containing rubies and the other burning coals, and if he took the coals ho was to live and if he took the rubles he was to die. For some reason the child took one of the coals and put it in his mouth, so thathis life was spared, although it burned the tongue till be was indistinct of utter ance ever after. Having come to manhood, he spread open the palms of hie hands in prayer, and the Bed sea parted to let 2,500,000 people escape. And he put the palms of his hands together in prayer, and the Red sea closed on a strangulated host. Burial of Moses. His life so unutterably grand, his burial must be on the same scale. God would let neither man nor saint nor archangel have anything to do with weaving for him a shroud or digging for him a grave. The omnipotent God left his throne in heaven one day, and if the question was asked, “Whither is the King of the Universe go ing?’’ the answer was, “I am going down to bury Moses.” And tho Lord took this mightiest of men to the top of a hill, and the day was clear, and Moses ran his eye over the magnificent range of country. Here the valley of Bsdrtrelon, where the final battle of all nations is to be fought, and yonder the mountains Hermon and Lebanon and Gerlzlm and the hills of Judaea, and the village of Bethlehem there, and the city of Jericho yonder, and the vast stretch of landscape that almost took the old lawgiver’s breath away as he looked at it. And then without a' pang, as I learn from the statement that the eye of Moses was undimmed and his natural force unabated, God touched the great lawgiver’s eyes and they closed, and his lungs and they ceased, and hie heart and it stopped, and commanded, saying, “To the skies, thou immortal spirit!” And then one divine hand was put against the back of Moses and the other hand against the pulseless breast, and God laid him softly down on Mount Nebo, and then the lawgiver, lifted in the Almighty’s arms, was carried to the opening of a cave and placed in a crypt, and one stroke of the divine hand smoothed the features into an everlasting calm, and a rock was rolled to the door, and the only obsequies, at which God did all the offices of priest and under taker and gravedigger and mourner, were ended. Miriam the Faithful. Ob, was not Miriam, the sister of Moses, doing a good thing, an important thing, a glorious thing when she watched the beat woven of river plants and made water tight with asphaltum, carrying its one pas senger? Did she not put all the ages of , time and of n coming eternity under obll ) Ration when she defended her helpless brotheirfroni the perils aquatic, reptilian and ravenous? She it was that brought that wonderful babe and hie mother to gether, so that he was reared to be the de liverer of his, nation, when otherwise, if saved at all from the rushes of the Nile, he * would have been only one more of the God » defying pharaohs; for PrincessThermutis . of the bathing house would have inherited the crown of Egypt, and as she bad no child of her own this adopted child would have come to coronation. Had there been no Miriam there would have been no t Moses. What a garlafld for faithful sister hood! For bow many a lawgiver and how i many a hero and how many a deliverer and how many a saint are the world and the churoh indebted to a watchful, loving, I faithful, godly sister? Come up out of tho i farmhouses, come up out of tho inconspic uous homes, come up from the banks of . the Hudson and Penobscot and the Savan ! nah and the Mobile and the Mississippi i and all the other Niles of America, and let i us see you, the Miriams who watched and I protected the leaders in law and medicine and merchandise and art and agriculture ( and mechanics and religion! If I should ask all physicians and attorneys and mer i chants and ministers of religion and suc cessful men of all professions and trades who are indebted to an elder sister for good 1 Influences and perhaps for an education or a prosperous start to let it be known, hun dreds would testify. God knows bow many -of our Greek lexicons and how much of our echooling were paid for by money that would otherwise have gone for the replen ishing of a sister’s wardrobe. While the brother sailed off for a resounding sphere, the sister watched him from the banks of self denial. The Elder Sister’s Guiding Hand. Miriam was the eldest of the family; Moses and Aaron, her brothers, were younger. Ob, the power of the elder sis ter to help decide the brother’s character for usefulness and for heaven! She can keep off from her brother more evils than Miriam could have driven back waterfowl or crocodile from the ark 01 bulrushes. The older sister decides the direction in which the cradle boat shall sail. By gen tleness, by good sense, by Christian prin ciple she can turn it toward the palace, not of a wicked Pharaoh, but of a holy God/ and a brighter princess than Thermutis should lift him out of peril, even religion, whose ways are ways of pleasantness and all her paths are peace. The older sister, how much the world owes her! Born while yet the family was in limited circum stances, she had to hold and take care of her younger brothers. And if there is any thing that excites my sympathy it is a lit tle girl lugging round a great fat child and getting her ears boxed because she cannot keep him quiet. By the time she gets to young womanhood she la pale and worn out and her attractiveness has been sacrificed on tho altar of sisterly fidelity, and she Is consigned to celibacy, and so ciety calls her by an unfair name, but in heaven they call her Miriam. In most families the two most undesirable places in the record of births are the first and the last—the first because she is worn out with the cares of a homo that cannot afford to hire help, and the last because she is spoiled as a pet. Among the grandest equipages that sweep through the streets of heaven will be those occupied by sisters who sacrificed themselves for brothers. They will have the finest of the Apoca lyptic white horses, and many who on earth looked down upon them will have to turn out to let them pass, the charioteer crying: “Clear the way! A queen is coming!” Blessing or Curse. Let sisters not begrudge the time and care bestowed on a brother. It is hard to believe that any boy that you know so well as your brother can ever turn o.ut anything very useful. Well, he may not be a Moses. There is only one of that kind needed for 6,000 years. But I tell you what your brother will be—either a bless ing or a curse to society and a candidate tor happiness or wretchedness. He will, like Moses, have the choice between rubies and living coals, and your influence will have much to do with his decision. He may not, like Moses, be the deliverer of a nation, but he may, after your father and mother are gone, be the deliverer of a household. What thousands of homes to day aro piloted by brothers! There are properties now well invested and yielding income for the support of sisters and younger brother because the older brother rose to tho leadership from the day the fa ther lay down to die. Whatever you do for your brothers will come back to you again. If you set him an ill natured, censorious, unaccommodating example, it will recoil upon you from his oWn Irritated and de spoiled nature. If you, by patience with his infirmities and by nobility of character, dwell with him in the few years of your companionship, you will have your coun sels reflected back upon you some day by his splendor of behavior in some crisis where he would have failed but for you. Don’t snub him. Don't depreciate his ability. Don’t talk discouragingly about his future. Don’t let Miriam get down off the bank of the Nile and wade out and upset tho ark of bulrushes. Don’t tease him. Brothers and sisters do not consider it any harm to tease. That spirit abroad in the family is one of the meanest and meet devilish. There is a teasing that is pleasurable and is only another form of innocent raillery, but that which provokes and Irritates and makes the eye flash with anger is to be reprehended. It would be less blameworthy to take a bunch of thorns and draw them across your sister’s cheek or to take a knife and draw its sharp edge across your brother’s hand till the blood spurts, for that would damage only the body, but teasing is the thorn and the knife scratching and lacerating the dispo sition and the soul. It is the curse of in numerable households that the brothers tease the sisters and the sisters the broth ers. Sometimes it is the color of the hair, or the shape of tho features or an affair of the heart. Sometimes it is by revealing a secret or by a suggestive look or a guffaw or an “Ahem!” Tease! Tease! Tease! For mercy’s sake, quit It. Christ says, “He that hateth his brother is a murder er. 1 ’ Now, when you, by teasing, make your brother or sister hate, you turn him or her into a murderer or’murderess. Beware of Jealousy. Don’t let jealousy over touch a sister's soul, as it so often does, because her broth er gets more honor or more moans. Even Miriam, the heroine of the text, was struck by that evil passion of jealousy. She had possessed unlimited influence over Moses, and now he marries, and not only so, but marries a black woman from Ethi opia, and Miriam is so disgusted and out raged at Moees, first because he had mar ried at all, and next because be had prac ticed miscegenation, that she is drawn into a frenzy, and then begins to turn white and gets white as a corpse and then whiter than a corpse. Her complexion is like chalk—tho fact is, she has the Egyptian leprosy. And now the brother whom she had defended on the Nile oomes to hey res- I " ’■ I • one in a prayer that brings he restoration. Let there be no room tn all y »ur house for ' jealously either to sit or stan l. It is a lep rous abomination. Your brot ter’s suooes% *• your ,llcoe “' Ita victories ’ will be your victories. For w 1 ile Moses tho brother led the vocal music a< ser the cross ’ Ing of the Red sea, Miriam tie slater; with twd sheets of shining brass uplifted and ’ glittering in the sun, led the instrumental music, clapping the cymbals till the last * frightened neigh of pursuing cavalry horse was smothered in tho wave and the 1 Mat Egyptian helmet went under. ' How strong it makes a family when all the sisters and brothers stand together and what an awful wreck when they disinte grate, quarreling about a father’s will and making the surrogate's office horrible with their wrangle! Better, when you were lit tle children in the nursery, that with your# playhouse mallets you had accidentally killed each other fighting across your cradle than that, having come to the age of maturity and having in your veins and arteries the blood of the same father and mother, you fight each other across the pa-' rental grave in tho cemetery. Do Your Part. If you only knew it, your Interests are Identical. Os all the families of the earth that ever stood together perhaps the most conspicuous is the family of tho Roths childs. As Mayer Anselm Rothschild was about to die, in 1819, he gathered his chil dren about him—Anselm, Solomon, Na than, Charles and James—and made them promise that they would always bo united on ’change. Obeying that injunction, they have been the mightiest commercial power on earth, and at the raising or low ering of their siepter nations have risen or fallen. That illustrates how much, on a large scale and for selfish purposes, a unit ed family may achieve. But suppose that instead of a magnitude of dollars as the object it be doing good and making salu tary impression and raising this sunken world, how much more ennobling! Sister, you do your part and brother will do his part. If Miriam will lovingly watch the boat on the Nile, Moses will help her when leprous disasters strike. When father and mother aro gone—and they soon will be, if they have not already made exit—the sisterly and fraternal bond will be the only ligament that will hold the family together. How many reasons for your deep and unfaltering affection for each other! Rocked in the same cradle; bent over by the same motherly tender ness; toiled for by the same father’s weary arm and aching brow; with common in heritance of all the family secrets and with names given you by parents who started you with the highest hbpes for your hap piness and prosperity, I charge you be lov ing and kind and forgiving. If the sister see that the brother never wants a sympa thizer, the brother will see that the sister never wants an escort. Oh, if the sisters of a household knew through what terrific and damning temptations their brother goes in city life, they would hardly sleep nights in anxiety for his salvation! And if you would make a holy conspiracy of kind words and gentle attentions and ear nest prayers, that would save his soul from death and hide a multitude of sins. But let the sister dash off in one direction fn discipleship of the world, and the brother flee off in another direction and dissipa tion, and it will not be long before they will meet again at the iron gate of despair, their blistered feet in tho hot ashes of a consumed lifetime. Alas, that brothers and sisters though living together for years very often do not know each other, and that they see only the imperfections and none of the virtues! Know Thy Brother. General Bauer of tho Russian cavalry had in early life wandered off in the army, and the family supposed he was dead. After he gained a fortune he encamped one day in Husam, his native place, and made a banquet, and among the great military men who were to dine he invited a plain miller and his wife who lived near by and who, affrighted, came, fearing' some harm would be done them. The miller and bis wife were placed one on each side of the general at the table. The general asked the miller all about his fam ily, and the miller said that he had two brothers and a sister. “No other broth ers?” ‘‘My younger brother went off with the army many years ago and no doubt was long ago killed.” Then the general said, ‘‘Soldiers, I am this man’s younger brother, whom ho thought whs dead.” And how loud was the cheer and how warm was tho embrace! Brother and sister, you need as much of an introduction to each other as they did. You do not know each other. You think your brother is grouty and cross and queer, and he thinks you aro selfish and proud / and unlovely. Both wrong. That will be a prince in some woman’s eyes, and that sister a quoen in the estimation of some man. That brother is a magnifi cent fellow, and that sister is a morning in June. Come, let mo introduce you: “Moses, this is Miriam. Miriam, this is Moses.” Add 75 per cent to your present appreciation of each other and when you kiss good morning do not stick up your cold cheek, wot from tho recent washing, as though you hated to touch each other's lips in affectionate caress. Let It have all the fondness and cordiality of a loving sister’s kiss. To Fart No More. Make yourself as agreeable and, helpful to each other as possible, remembering that soon you part The few years of boy hood and girlhood will soon slip by, and you will go out to homes of your own and into the battle with the world and amid ever changing vicissitudes and on paths crossed with graves and up steeps hard to climb and through shadowy ravines. But, O my God and Saviour, may the terminus of the journey be the same as the start— naipely, at father’s and mother's knee, if they have inherited the kingdom. Then, as in boyhood and girlhood days, we rush ed in after the day’s absence with much to tell of exciting adventure, and father and mother enjoyed the recital aa much as we who made it, so we shall on the hillside of heaven rehearse to them all the scenes of our earthly expedition, apd they shall wel come us home, as we say, “Father and mother, we have come and brought our children with us. ” The old revival hymn described it with glorious repetition: Brothers and Bisters there will meet, Brothers and sisters there will meet, Brothers and sisters there will meet. Will meet to part no more. I read of a child in the country who was detained at a neighbor’s house on a stormy night by some fascinating stories that were being told him, and then looked out and saw it was so dark he did Dot dare go home. Tha incident impressed me the more because in my childhood I had much the same experience. The boy asked bis comrades to go with him, but they dared not It got later and later—7 o’clock, 8 o’clock, 9 o'clock. “Oh,” bo said, “I wish I were homel” As be opened the door the last time a blinding flash of lightning and a deafening roar overcame him. But after awhile he saw in the distance a lantern, and, 10, his brother was coming to fetch wi. r- ■■ ■naerr* ~TJSMnBMi him homo, ano the lad stepped out and with swift feet hastened on to his brother, who took him home, v here they were so glad to greet I m and for a long time sup per had been waiting. So may it be when the night of death comes and our earthly friends cannot go with us, and we dare not go alone; may our brother, our elder brother, our friend closer than a brother, come out to meet us with the light of the promises, which shall be a lantern to our feet, and then we will go in to join our loved ones waiting for us, supper all ready, the marriage supper of the Lamb I Grace Chareh Lamppost. A not very big or very important or to New Yorkers tbemaelves not oven familiar landmark has lately gone the way of all j ' landmarks and is now no more. It was the lamppost, with its letter box standing directly opposite Grace church, and which, by means of its counterfeit presentment, was known all over the country far and wide to all who had over seen ono of the best known of rural dramas. Every one remembers tho scene—Christmas eve, tho snow falling, Grace church in the distance, the letter box in the foreground and the old countryman, but just arrived in the city, his letter in his hand. “There,” be says as he drops the missive in the box, “I s’pose it’s at tho postoflioe by thia time.” A minute later the postman oomes in, unlocks the box and takes out all the let ters, whereupon Uncle Josh springs upon him and all but has him arrested for rob bery. The provincial audience that didn’t relish this aceno is not on record, and of all.its details the letter box stamped itself most securely upon its memory. Many and many a faroff westerner and southerner has resolved then and there that when he paid that long looked for ward to visit to New York one of the first things he should hunt up would be the letter box in front of Grace church. It was like an Introduction to at least a fea ture of the metropolis. Some things about the city might seem strange and unfa miliar, but with the letter box in front of Grace church —naturally a landmark of great importance or why would it have been Incorporated in a play?—lt would be like meeting an old friend. Indeed it was not uncommon in summer when tho rural contingent usually finds its way to the city to see sightseers of no unmistakable stamp grouped around that lamppost as sightseers of another stamp are grouped around the Milesian Venns in the Louvre. With the march of municipal progress the lamppost has gone, however. The letter box has been promoted to another corner. The majority of New Yorkers may not even notice the difference, but to thousands of non-New Yorkers familiar with the play the change will be significant.—New York Sun. Living Bent Free. A Philadelphia man has lived ten years In a house for which he paid no rent and no taxes. It belonged to tho gas company, and bo had paid rent regularly until tho property of the company was transferred to the city. He says himself: “I don’t re member how long it is since I stopped paying rent. It was when the gas office was on Seventh street. I went there one day with my rent and offered it to Mr. White, who had charge of the gas com pany’s real estate, but he refused to take it and told me that it was to be paid at the city treasurer’s office in the future. X took it up there, and a young man there said he could not take It, as be couldn’t find record of any such house. He told me that they would notify me when they were ready to take my money. I went back to Mr. White, and ho advised me to go borne and wait until I beard from them. Well, I waited.” Nobody camo to collect money until re cently, when the city discovered its title and sent a man to collect. The tenant got a day to consider and promptly skipped. But his experience with a free rent does not seem to have been satisfactory, if we may trust bis wife. “Yes,” says she re sentfully, “he thought it was a snap, and look where he is now—no money, no busi ness, looking for a job, and a family to support. Ho wouldn’t take my advice and move to where business was good, but he hugged his snap and stuck there in that stagnant neighborhood and spent money on repairs for the house and didn’t make any money. Philadelphia Record. Leighton’s True Art. An eminent American artist, who is now an old man, has never forgotten the lesson he learned from Sir Frederick Leighton in bis youth. Leighton was then a brilliant and fascinating young painter, whose fu ture was still before him. He was at work upon ein Italian landscape or upon a pic ture with an Italian background. In that background ho was anxious to introduce an olive tree. He remembered a tree which he had seen in the south of Italy and re membered it quite distinctly enough to reproduce it, but he was not content to trust his memory. The American artist remembers how Leighton came into a case in Rome on his way to southern Italy, making the long journey from England for tho express pur pose of studying that olive tree and of tak ing home an exact sketch of it, and he re members also how, four or five weeks later, the ardent young Englishman, bril liant, enthusiastic, versatile, but with a capacity for taking pains, reappeared with a wonderful sketch of the olive tree, upon which ho had spent days of unbroken ob servation and work. From this little in cident the American student learned a les son which he never forgot, and which went far to secure the success which came to him in later life. The story Illustrates the great quality which lies behind all real success, alike for the man of genius and the man of talent.—Outlook. Maps and Histories Disagree. ‘‘All tho histories are wrong or else the government has made a mistake on its new United States maps, ” said Superin tendent J. M. Greenwood. “The official maps issued by the department of the In terior have the Louisiana purchase so marked as to include Colorado and Wash ington, making the territory purchased run to the Pacific coast. All the histories I have ever studied gave the Louisiana purchase aa only extending to Oregon on the west.” Professor Greenwood then secured a pile of histories and a number of books recog nised as authorities on United States his tory. Each of these plainly stated that the territory ceded by France to the United States in 1808 simply extended to the base of the Rooky mountains on the northwest. But the latest official maps issued by Un cle Sam, which nearly cover a side wall in an ordinary room, have the boundaries of the “Louisiana purchase” marked in red and extending to the Pacific ocean from the gulf of Mexico. "There is clearly a big mistake some where,” said Mr. Greenwood. And a Dum ber of persons to whom the mistake waa pointed out agreed that either the histories or the officials at Washington had made aa error. —Kansas City Journal AN OPEN LETTER To MOTHERS. WE ARB ASSERTING IN THE COURTS OUR RIGHT TO THE EXCLUSIVE USE OF THE WORD “CARTORTA” AND “PITCHER’S CASTORIA,” as our trade mark. Z, DR. SAMUEL PITCHER, qf Hyannis, Massachusetts, was the originator of “PITCHER’S CASTORIA,” the same that has borne and does now 011 bear the facsimile signature of wrapper. 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