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* "" ' -.£** *rf*' ' r -" > FOR RANK AND FILE. THE WORLD WANTS A RELIGION FOR ORDINARY PEOPLE. So Dr. Talmage Declare* la a Sermon That Io Fell of Encouragement For Faithful Men and Noble Women Who Are Unrecognized and Unrewarded. (Copyright, 1898. by American Press Asso- WASHIKGTOF, Feb. 18.—Dr. Talmage In this discourse calls the roll of faithful men and noble women in all departments who are unrecognized and unrewarded and sounds encouragement for those who do work in spheres Inconspicuous; text, Ro mans xvi, 14, 15, “Salute Asyndritus, Phlegon, Hermas, Patrobas, Hermes, Phi lologus and Julia.*’ Matthew Henry, Albert Bmtics, Adam Clark, Thomas Scott and all the com mentators pass by these verses without any especial remark. The other 20 people mentioned in the chapter were distin guished for something and were therefore discussed by the illustrious expositors, but nothing is said about Asyncritus, Pljlegon, Hermas, Patrobas, Hermes, Philologus and Julia. Where were they born? No one knows. When did they die? There is no record of their decease. For what were they distinguished? Absolutely nothing, or the trait of character would have been brought out by the apostle. If they had been very intrepid, or opulent or hirsute or musical of cadence or crass of style or in any wise anomalous that feature Would have been caught by the apostolic camera. But they were good people, because Paul sends to them his high Christian regards. They were ordinary people moving inor dinary sphere, attending to ordinary duty and meeting ordinary responsibilities. What the world wants is a religion for ordinary people. If there bo in the United States 70,000,000 people, there are certain ly not more than 1,000,000 extraordinary, and then there are 69,000,000 ordinary, and we do well to turn our backs for a lit tle while upon the distinguished and con spicuous people of the Bible and consider in our text the seven ordinary. We spend too much of our time in twisting garlands for remarkables, and building thrones for magnates, and sculpturing warriors, and apotheosizing philanthropists. The rank and file of the Lord’s soldiery need especial help. The Mediocre Many. Tho vast majority of people will never lead an army, will never write a state con stitution, will never electrify a senate, will never make an important invention, will never introduce a new philosophy, will never decide the fate of a nation. You do not expect to; you do not want to. You will not be a Moses to lead a nation out of bondage. You will not boa Joshua to prolong the daylight until you can shut five kings in a cavern. You will not be a St. John to unroll an Apocalypse. You will not be a Paul to preside over an apos tolic college. You will not be a Mary to mother a Christ. You will more probably be Asyncritus or Phlegon or Hermas or Patrobas or Hermes or Philologus or Ju lia. Many of you are women at the head of households. Every morning you plan for the day. The culinary department of the household is in your dominion. You de cide all questions of diet. All the sanitary regulations of your house are under your supervision. To regulate the food, and the apparel and the habitsand decide the thou sand questions of home life is a tax upon brain and nerve and general health abso lutely appalling, if there be no divine al leviation. It does not help you much to be told that Elizabeth Fry did wonderful things amid the criminals at Newgate. It does not help you much to be told that Mrs. Judson was very brave among the Bor nesian cannibals. It does not help you very much to be told that Florence Night ingale was very kind to the wounded in the Crimea. It would be better for me to tell you that the divine friend of Mary and Martha is your friend and that he sees all the annoyances and disappointments and abrasionsand exasperations of an ordinary housekeeper from morn till night, and from the first day of the year until the last day of the year and at your call he is ready with help and re-enforcement. They who provide the food of the world decide the health of the world. You have only to go on some errand amid tho tav erns and the hotels of the United States and Great Britain to appreciate the fact that a vast multitude of the human race are slaughtered by incompetent cookery. Though a young woman' may have taken lessons in music and may have taken les sons in painting and lessons in astronomy, she is not well educated unless she has taken lessons in dough! They who decide the apparel of the world and tho food of the world decide the endurance of the world. Martyrs of the Kitchen and Nursery. An unthinking man may consider it a matter of little importance—the cares of the household and the economies of do mestic life—but I tell you the earth is strewn with the martyrs of kitchen and nursery. The health shattered womanhood of America cries out for a God who can help ordinary women inlhe ordinary du ties of housekeeping. The wearing, grind ing, unappreciated work goes on, but the same Christ who stood on the bank of Galilee in the early morning and kindled the fire and had the fish already eleaned and broiling when the sportsmen stepped ashore, chilled and hungry, will help every woman to prepare breakfast, whether by her own hand or the hand of her hired help. The God who made indestructible eulogy of Hannah, who made a coat for Samuel, her sop, and carried it to the tem ple every year, will help every woman in preparing the family wardrobe. Tho God who opens the Bible with the story of Abraham’s entertainment by the three angels on the plains of Mature will help every woman to provide hospitality, how ever rare and embarrassing. It is high time that some of the attention we have been giving to the remarkable women of tho Bible—remarkable for their virtue, or their want of It, or remarkable for their deeds—Deborah and Jezebel and Herodias and Athalia and Dorcas and the Marys, excellent and abandoned—it is high time some of the attention we have been giving to these conspicuous women of the Bible be giyen to Julia, an ordinary woman, amid ordinary circumstances, attending to ordinary duties and meeting ordinary re sponsibilities. Then there are all the ordinary business men. They need divine and Christian help. When we begin to talk about busi ness life, wo shoot right off and talk about men who did business on a large scale, and who sold millions of dollars of goods a year, and the vast majority of business men do not sell a million dollars of goods, nor half a million, nor quarter of a mil lion, nor the eighth part of a million. Put all the business men of our cities, towns, villages and neighborhoods side by side, , .. ■ . j tbat tbey 80,1 lom thaa SIOO,OOO worth of goods. All these men -in ordinary business life want divine help. You see how tho wrinkles are printing on < the countenance the story of worriment and care. Prematnre Old Age. , You cannot tell how old a business man is by looking at him. Gray hairs at 30. r A man sit 45 with the stoop of a nonoge > narian. No time to attend to improved dentistry, the grinders cease because they are few. Actually dying of old age at 40 or 50, when they ought to be at the meridi an. Many of these business men have 1 bodies like a neglected clock to which you 1 come, and when you wind it up it begins ’ to buzz and roar, and then the hands start I around very rapidly, and then the clock ' strikes sor 10 or 40, and strikes without any sense, and then suddenly stops. So is the body of that worn out business man. It is a neglected clock, and though by some summer recreation it may be wound up, still the machinery is all out of gear. The hands turn around with a velocity ’ that excites the astonishment of tho world. 1 Men cannot understand the wonderful ac tivity, and there is a roar and a buzz and 1 a rattle about these disordered lives and 1 they strike 10 when they ought to strike 5, and they strike 12 when they ought to 1 strike 6, and they strike 40 when they 1 ought to strike nothing, and suddenly they ' stop. Post mortem examination reveals 1 the fact tbat all the springs and pivots and weights and balance wheels of health are completely deranged. The human clock is simply run down. And at the time when the stejdJy hand ought to be pointing to the industrious hours on a clear and sun lit dial the whole machinery of body, mind and earthly capacity stops forever. Oak Hill and Greenwood have thousands of business men who died of old age at 30, 35, 40, 45. Now, what is wanted is grace, divine grace, for ordinary businessmen, men who are harnessed from morn till night and all the days of their life—harnessed in busi ness. Not grace to lose SIOO,OOO, but grace to lose $lO. Not grace to supervise 250 employees in a factory, but grace to super vise the bookkeeper and two salesmen and the small boy that sweeps out the store. Grace to invest not the SBO,OOO of net profit/ but the $2,500 of clear gain. Grace not to endure tho loss of a whole shipload of spices from the Indies, but grace to en dure a loss of a paper of collars from the leakage of a displaced shingle on a poor roof. Grace not to endure the tardiness of the American congress in passing a necessary law, but grace to endure the tardiness of an errand boy stopping to play marbles when he ought to delivei the goods. Such a grace as thousands of busi ness men have today—keeping them tran quil, whether goods sell or do not sell, whether customers pay or -do not pay, whether tariff is up or tariff is down, whether the crops are luxuriant or a dead failure—calm in all circumstances and amid all vicissitudes. That is the kind of grace we want. Heroes at Home. Millions of men want it, and they may have it for the asking. Some hero or hero ine comes to town, and as the procession passes through the street the business men come out, stand on tiptoe on their store step and look at some one who in arctio clime, or in ocean stonn, or in day of bat-* tie, or in hospital agonies did the brave thing, not realizing that they, the enthu siastic spectators, have gone through trials in business life that are just as great be fore God. There are men who have gone through freezing arctics and burning tor rids and awful Marengos of experiences without moving five miles from their door step. Now, what ordinary business men need Is to realize that they have the friendship of that Christ who looked after the reli gious interests of Matthew, the custom house clerk, and helped Lydia of Thyatira to sell the dry goodg, and who opened a bakery and fish market in the wilderness of Asia Minor to feed the 7,000 who had come out on a religious picnic, and who counts the hairs of your head with as much particularity as though they were the plumes of a coronation, and who took the trouble to stoop down with his finger writing on the ground, although the first shuffle of feet obliterated the divine calig rapby, and who knows just how many locusts there were in the Egyptian plague and knew just how many ravens were nec essary to supply Elijah’s pantry by the brook CLerith, and who, as floral com mander, leads forth all the regiments of primroses, foxgloves, daffodils, hyacinths and lilies which pitch their tents of beauty and kindle their campfires of color all around tho hemisphere—that that Christ and that God knows the most minute af fairs of your business life and, however in considerable, understanding all the affairs of that woman who keeps a thread and needle store as well as all the affairs of a Rothschild and a BaMug. Then there are all the ordinary farmers. We talk about agricultural life, and we immediately shoot off to talk about Cin cinnatus, the patrician, who went from the plow to a high position, and after he got through the dictatorship in 21 days went back again to the plow. What en couragement is that to ordinary farmers? The vast majority of them—none of them will be patricians. Perhaps none of them will be senators. If any of them have dic tatorships, it will be over 40 or 50 or 100 acres of the old homestead. What these men want is grace to keep their patience while plowing with balky oxen and to keep cheerful amid the drought that de stroys the corn crop and that enables them to restore tho garden tho day after the neighbor’s cattle have broken in and trampled out the strawberry bed and gone through the Lima bean patch and eaten up the sweet corn in such large quantities that they must be kept from thq water lest they swell up and die. Everyday Grace. Grace in catching weather that enables them, without imprecation, to spread out the hay the third time, although again and again and again it has been almost ready for the mow. A grace to doctor the cow with a hollow horn, and the sheep with tho foot rot, and the horse with the dis temper and to compel the unwilling acres to yWd a livelihood for the family and schooling for the children and little extras to help the older boy in business and some thing for the daughter’s wedding outfit and a little surplus for the time when the ankles will get stiff with age and the breath will be a little short and the swing ing of the cradle through the hot harvest field will bring on the old man’s vertigo. Better close up about Cincinnatus. I know 500 farmers just as noble as he was. What they want is to know that they have the friendship of tbat Christ who often drew bis similes from the farmer’s life, as when he said, “A sewer went forth to sow,” as when he built his best parable out of tho scene of a farmer boy coming back from his wanderings, and the old farmhouse shook that night with rural and who compared himself to a lamb in the pasture field and who said tbat the eternal i God is a farmer, ueciariug, “My Father is i the husbandman.’’ Those stone masons do not vant to hear i 1 about Christopher Wren, the r rchitoct who t built St. Paul’s cathedral. It would bo better to tell them how to cai y the hod of brick up the ladder without .-Upping, and i how on a cold morning with he trowel to smooth off the mortar and keep cheerful, ‘ and how to be thankful to God for the ! plain food taken from the pail by the toad , side. Carpenters standing amid the adz, j and the bit, and the plane, and the broad ax need to be told that Christ was a car , penter, with hiu own hand wielding saw and hammer. Oh, this is a tired world, i and it is an overworked world, and it is an . underfed world, and it is a wrung out world, and men and women need to know . that there is rest and recuperation in God i and in that religion which was not so much intended for extraordinary people as for ordinary people, because there are more of them. The healing profession has had its Aber crombies, and its Abernethys, and its Vai entine Motts, and its Willard Parkers, but tho ordinary physicians do the most of the world’s medicining, and they need to un derstand that while taking diagnosis or prognosis, or writing prescription, or com pounding medicament, or holding the del icate pulse of a dying child they may have the presence and the dictation of the Al mighty Doctor who took the case of tho madman, and after he had torn off his garments in foaming dementia clothed him again, body and mind, and who lifted up the woman who for 18 years had been bent almost double with the rheumatism into graceful stature, and who turned the scabs of leprosy into rubicund complexion, and who rubbed tho numbness out of par alysis, and who swung wide open tfie closed windows of hereditary or accidental blindness until the mornin : light came streaming through the fleshly casements, and who knows all the diseases and all the remedies and all the herbs and all the oatholicons and is monarch of pharmacy and - therapeutics, and who has sent out 10,000 doctors of whom the world makes no record, but to prove that they are an gels of- mercy I invoke the thousands of men whose ailments they have assuaged and the thousands of women to whom in crises of pain they have been next to God in benefaction. Come, now, let us have a religion for or dinary people in professions, in occupa tions, in agriculture, in the household, in merchandise, in everything. I salute across the centuries Asyncritus, Phlegon, Her mas, Patrobas, Hermes, Philologus and Julia. Tired of Extraordinary Folk. First of all, if you fqel that you are or dinary, thank God that you are not ex traordinary. I am tired and sick and bored almost to death with extraordinary people. They take all their time to tell us how very extraordinary they really are. You know as well as I do, my brother and sister, that the most of tho useful work of the world is done by unpretentious people Who toil right on—by people who do not get much approval and no ope seems to ■ say, “That is well done.’’ Phenomena are of but little use. Things that aro excep tional cannot be depended on. Better trust the smallest planet that swings in its orbit than ten comets shooting this way and that, imperiling the longevity of worlds attending to their own business. For steady illumination better is a lamp than a rocket. Then, if you feel that you are 'ordinary, remember that your position invites tho less attack. Conspicuous people—how they have to take it! How they are misrepre sented and abused and shot at! The high er the horns of a roebuck the easier to strike him down. What a delicious thing it must be to be a candidate for governor of a state or president of the United States! It must bo so soothing to the nerves. It must pour into the soul of a candidate such a sense of serenity when ho reads the blessed newspapers. I came into tho possession of the abusive cartoons in the time of Napoleon I, print ed while he was yet alive. Tho retreat of the army from Moscow, that army buried in the snows of Russia, one of the most awful tragedies of the centuries, represent ed under tho figure of a monster called General Frost shaving the French emperor with a razor of icicle. As Satyr and Beel zebub he is represented, page after page, page after page. England cursing him, Spain cursing him, Germany cursing him, Russia cursing him, Europe cursing him. North and South America cursing him. The most remarkable man of his day, and the most abused. All those men in history who now have a halo around their name on earth wore a crown of thorns. Take ' the few extraordinary railroad men of our time and see what abuse comes upon them, while thousands of stockholders escape. New York Central railroad had 9,265 stockholders. If anything in that railroad affronted the people, all the abuse came down on one man, and the 9,264 escaped. All the world took after Thomas Scott, president of the Pennsylvania railroad, abused him until he got under the ground. Over 17,000 stockholders in tbat company. All the blame on one man! The Central Pacific railroad—two or three men get all tho blame if anything goes wrong. There are 10,000 in that company. I mention these things to prove it is ex traordinary people who get abused, while the ordinary escape. The weather of life is not so severe on the plain as it is on the high peaks. The world never forgives a man who knows or gains or does more than it can know or gain or do. Parents sometimes give confectionery to their chil dren as an inducement to take bitter med icine and the world’s sugar plum precedes the world’s aqua fortis. Tho mob cried in regard to Christ, “Crucify him, crucify him!” and they had to say it twice to be understood, for they were so hoarse, and they got their hoarseness by crying a little while before at the top of their voice, “Hosanna!” The river Rhone is foul when it enters Lake Leman, but crystalline when it comes out on the other side. But there are men who have entered the bright lake of worldly prosperity crystalline and come out terribly roiled. If, therefore, you feel that you are ordinary, thank God for the defenses and the tranquillity of your position. From Humble Homo*. Then remember if you have only what is called an ordinary home tbat the great deliverers of the world have all come from such a home. And there may be seated, reading at your evening stand, a child who shall be potent for the ages. Just unroll the scroll of men mighty in church and state, and you will find they nearly all came from log cabin or poor homes. Genius almost always runs out in the third ar fourth generation. You cannot find in all history an instance where the fourth gen eration of extraordinary people amounts to anything. In thia country we had two great men, father and son, both presidents of the United States, but from present prospects there never will be in that gene alogical line another president for a thou sand years. Columbus from a weaver’s hut, Demosthenes from a cutler’s celler, • , J \ ’ —* Bloomfield and Missionary Carey from a shoemaker's bench, Arkwright from a bar ber's shop and whose name is high over all in earth and air and sky from a manger. Let us all bo content with such things as we have. Ood is just as good in what he keeps away from us as in what he gives ps. Even a knot may be useful if it is at tho end of a thread. At an anniversary of a deaf and dumb asylum one of the children wrote upon the blackboard words as sublime as tho I‘lliad," the “Odyssey” and the “Divina Commedia” all compressed in one para graph. The examiner, in the signs of the mute language, asked her, “ Who made the world?" Tho deaf and dumb girl wrote upon the blackboard, “In thebeginning God created the heaven and the earth." The examiner asked her, “For what pur pose did Christ come into the world?" The deaf and dumb girl wrote upon the black board, “This is a faithful saying, and worthy of all acceptation, tbat Christ Jesus cams into the world to save sinners." The examiner said to her, “Why were you born deaf and dumb, while I hear and speak?" She wrote upon the blackboard, “Even so, Father, for so it seemeth good in thy sight." Oh, that we might be baptized with a contented spirit. The spider draws poison out of a flower, the bee gets honey out of a thistle, but happiness is a heaven ly elixir, and the contented spirit extracts it not from the rhododendron of tho hills, but from the lily of the valley. The Fanny Barons of Runnymede. It is recorded, and tho record seems ve racious, that the order of the Barons of Bunnymede was organized on Jan. 8 at the house of a Cadwallader of 0 Philadel phia. Persons are eligible for membership Who can establish an unbroken line of descent frotp a thirteenth century noble man who helped to wring the great char ter from King John. Among the names of persons claimed as founders of this so ciety are Bulkeley of Hartford, Lee and Cadwallader of Philadelphia, Whitney of New Haven, Winston and Marsh of Chi cago, Betts, Green, Earle, Bleeker, Par sons, Pomeroy, Schieffelln, Richardson and Riker of New York and a dozen oth ers. They are respectable names, carrying an implication of solvency, if nothing more. But what a queer society, and what a curious state of mldd in an Amer ican the desire to organize such an associ ation and be on its roll and wear its badge Implies! Perhaps it is the expression of a desire to have roots which is a natural re action from the individualism of the American civilization. The popular sentiment in this country is that a man stands for what, personally, he is and for the money that he has in herited or got together. It may be that we ought not to deride persons who wish to be somewhat more representative than that, and who feel the need of having something under them that is less liable to sudden removal than their own strong boxes, and something back of them a little stiffer and more durable than their own • backbones. The desire to represent some thing is lawful and wholesome, but, dear, dear/ it is such a far ery back to Runny mede ! The descent from Adam is more democratic and only a little more remote. Why not stick to that?—Harper’s Weekly. Midwinter Hints For Flower Growers. Examine the outdoor rose beds occasion ally to see that the wind has not removed the covering. The plants stored for the winter in the cellar have now been in some time. Per haps they need a little water or other at tention. Where plants are kept about the win dows, cold drafts from tho sides of the sash should be carefully guarded against during severe weather. Frequent cleansing of the leaves of foli age plants, by using tepid water and a sponge, lends to their attractiveness and is essential to the health of the plants. Just at this time, when work with the flowers is very light, is a good time to con sider what will be best to plant in the gar den in the spring. When the proper time comes, everything must be in readiness, so that no valuable timo will be lost. Cinders form a good material for cover ing the floors and paths of the conserva tory. To clean old flowerpots on which green moss and a sort of white mold have grown scrub them vigorously with sand and wa ter. This will make the pots look bright and new. Use porous vessels only to pot plants in. They will do better in such than in tin cans.—Woman’s Home Com panion. . ___ Municipal Ownership. Municipal ownership of street railways does not make any noticeable headway in the United States, but in Europe it is go ing ahead with great energy. Private or corporate ownership at that sort of prop erty bids fair soon to be a thing of the past in England at least. 'ln Blackpool, Hud dersfield, Hull, Leeds, Plymouth, Sheffield and Glasgow all the street car lines are operated by the city authorities. In 30 other cities, including Birmingham, Liv erpool, Manchester, Edinburgh and Lon don, tho municipalities own or operate a part of the lines within their limits. In Cardiff and Southampton the change to municipal ownership will probably be completed before the end of the present year. In various other cities the street railway tracks belong to the municipality and are leased for so much per mile, with a percentage on gross earnings. The only city on this continent which has made a like experiment is Toronto, where the city owns the roads and leases them to the operating companies at highly advanta geous rates. —New York Tribune. A Chinese Story. Brotherly love is regarded by the Chi nese as only less Important than filial duty. There is a story of a mandarin, named Soo, beforo whom some brothers brought a suit about the division of a tract of land. After much litigation, continued at in tervals for ten years, the mandarin at last called the brothers before him and ad dressed them thus: “It is difficult to get a brother; it is easy enough to get land. Suppose you gain your fields and lose your brother, how will you feel then?” Upon this the mandarin wept, and not one of the bystanders could keep back bis tears. Instantly tho brothers, percelv .g their error, bowed low to the magistrate, asked his forgiveness, and, after ten years of separation, took up their abode together in the family homestead. —Exchange. Cost of Great Fires. In 1666 the great fire in London burned over 436 acres, destroying at least $85,- 000,060 worth of property. In 1872 the Boston fire burned over 60 acres at a cost of $1,000,000 an acre. It the same fire oc curred today, it would cost at the very lowest estimate $100,000,006. In 1808 the loss on the 8X acres burned was over $860,000,000. ' ■ *•* AN OPEN LETTER To MOTHERS. . WE ARE ASSERTING IN THE COURTS OUR RIGHT TO THE EXCLUSIVE USE OF THE WORD “ CABTORI A ” AND “PITCHER’S CASTORIA,” AS our trade mark. 7, DR. 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