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I ' I PULPIT AND PRESS. DR. TALMAGE .TAKES THE PRIN ING ( ART FOR HIS SUBJECT. Expresses Bls Gratltuda to God and tho Newspaper Commemorates the Two Th ir Monte*. Publication of Bls Sermons. An Appeal to Editors. [Copyright, 1898, Pre “ ASSO ' Washington, Feb. 20.—For the first time Dr. Talmage in this discourse tells . in what way bis sermons have come to a multiplicity of publication such as has never in any other oase been known since |- the art of printing was invented; text, Nahum ii, 4, “They shall seem like torch es; they shall run like the lightnings.*' Express, rail train and telegraphic com munication are suggested, if not foretold, in this text, and from it I start to preach n sermon in gratitude to God and the newspaper press for the fact that I have had the opportunity of delivering through . • the newspaper press 2,000 sermons or re ligious addresses, so that I have for many yean been allowed the privilege of preach ing the gospel every week to every neigh borhood in Christendom and in many lands outside of Christendom. Many have wondered at the process by which it has come to pass, and for the first time in pub lic place X state the three causes. Many years ago a young man who has since be > come eminent in his profession was then studying law in a distant city. He came to me and said that for lack of funds he must stop his studying unless through stenography I would give him sketches of sermons, that he might by the sale of them secure means for the completion of his education. I positively declined, because it seemed to mean impossibility, but after some months bad passed, and I had re flected upon the great sadness for such a brilliant young man to be defeated in his ambition for the legal profession, I under took to serve him, of course free of charge. Within three weeks there camo a request for those stenographic reports from many parts of the continent. , Time passed on, and some gentlemen of my own profession, evidently thinking that there was hardly room for them and for myself in this continent, began to assail me, and became so violent in their assault that the chief newspapers of America put special correspondents in my church Sab bath by Sabbath to take down such reply as I might make. I never made reply, ex cept once for about three minutes, but those correspondents could not waste their time, and so they telegraphed tho sermons to their particular papers. After awhile Dr. Louis Kfopsch of New York systematized the work into a syndicate until through that and other syndicates he has put the discourses week by week before more than 20,000,000 people on both sides the sea. There have been so many guesses on this subject, many of them inaccurate, that I now tell tho true story. I have not im proved tho opportunity as I ought, but I feel the time ha&come when as a matter of common justice to the newspaper press I should make this statement in a sermon commemorative of the two thou sandth full publication of sermons and religious addresses, saying nothing of frag mentary reports, which would run up into many thousands more. Nothing but Points. There was one Incident that I might mention in this connection, showing how an insignificant event might in fluence us for a lifetime. Many years ago on a Sabbath morning on my way to church in Brooklyn a representative of a prominent newspaper met me and said, “Are you going to give us any points today?” I said, “What do you mean by ‘points?’ ” He replied, “Any- ' thing wo can remember.” I said to my self, “We ought to be making ‘points’ all the time in our pulpits and not deal in platitudes and inanities. ” That one inter rogation put to me that morning started in me the desire of making points all the 1 time and nothing but points. And now .how can I more appropriately commemorate the two thousandth publica- ' tlon than by speaking of the newspaper press as an ally of the pulpit and mention- 1 ing some of the trials of newspaper men? ■ The newspaper is the great educator of the nineteenth century. There is no force 1 compared with it. It is book, pulpit, plat- 1 form, forum, all in one. And there is not 1 an interest—religious, literary, commer- 1 cial, scientific, agricultural or mechanical 1 —that is not within its grasp. All our churches and schools and colleges and asy- ' lums and art galleries feel the quaking of ' the printing press. ! The institution of newspapers arose in Italy. In Venice the first newspaper was j published, and monthly, during the time 1 Venice was warring against Solyman II in ! Dalmatia, it was printed for the purpose of giving military and commercial Infor- * mation to the Venetians. The first news- ' paper published in England was in 1588 ’ and called The English Mercury. Who can ' estimate the political, scientific, commer- I cial and religious revolutions roused up in 1 England for many years past by the press? 1 The first attempt at this institution in 1 France was in 1631, by a physician, who ' published The News, for the amusement ’ and health of his patients. The French I nation understood fully how to appreciate f this power. So early as in 1820 there were 1 in Paris 169 journals. But in the United 1 States tho newspaper has come to unlim- * ited sway. Though in 1775 there were but ’ 87 in the whole country, the number of 1 published journals is now counted by thou- 1 sands, and today—we may as well ac- • knowledge it as not—the religious and < secular newspapers are the great educators ’ of the country. Jtoto, 1 Power or the Preiw. < But, alas, through what struggle the newspaper has come to its present develop ment! Just as soon as it began to demon- ] strate its power superstition and tyranny ] shackled it. There is nothing that despot- i ism so much fears and hates as the {Mint- < ing press. A great writer in the south of i Europe declared that the king of Naples i had made it unsafe for him te write on t any subject save natural history. Austria t oould not bear Kossuth’s journalistic pen ' pleading for the redemption of Hungary, i Napoleon J, wanting to keep bis iron heel f on the neck of nations, said that the news- s paper was the regent of kings and the t only safe place to keep an euitor was in i prison. But the great battle for the free- I dom of the press was fought in the court- 1 rooms of England and the United States e before this century began, when Hamilton f made his great speech in behalf of the free- c dom of J. Peter Zenger’s Gazette in Amer- 1 ica, and when Erskine made hie greet t speech in behalf of the freedom to publish i Paine's “Rights of Man” in England, i Those wore the Marathon and the Ther- t mopyhe where the battle was fought c which decided the freedom of the press in « England and America, and all the powers i of earth and hell will never again be able to i put upon the printing press the handcuffs and tho hopples of literary and political despotism. It la remarkable that Thomas Jefferson, who wrote the Declaration of Independ ence, also wrote these words,' “If I had to choose between a government without newspapers and newspapers without a government, I would prefer the latter.” btung by soino new fabrication in print, we come to write or speak about an “un bridled printing press. ” Our new book ground up in unjust criticism, wacome to write or si oak about the “unfair printing f>reaa. ” Perhaps through our own indis tinctness of utterance wo arc reported as saying just tho opposite of what we did say, and there is a small riot of semico lons and byphons and commas, and we como to write or talk about the “blunder ing printing press, ” or wo take up a news paper full of social scandal and of cases of divorce, and we, write, or talk abbut a “filthy, scurrilous printing press.” But this morning I ask you to consider the im measurable and everlasting blessing of a good newspaper. Next to the Bible. I find no difficulty in accounting for the world’s advance. What has made the change? “Books,” you say. No, sir! The vast majority of citizens db not read books. Take this audience or any other promiscu ous assemblage, and how many histories have they read? How many treatises on constitutional law or political economy or works of science? How many elaborate poems or books of travel? Not many. In the United States the people would not av erage one such book a year for each indi vidual. Whence, then, this intelligence, this capacity to talk about all themes, sec ular and religious, this acquaintance with science and art, thia power to appreciate the beautiful and grand? Next to the Bi ble, the newspaper, swift winged and ev erywhere present, flying over the fence, shoved under the door, tossed into the counting house, laid on tho workbench, hawked through the cars! All read It— white and black, German, Irishman, Swiss, Spaniard, American, old and young, good and bad, sick and well, before breakfast and after tea, Monday morning, Saturday night, Sunday and weekday. I now declare that I consider the newspaper to be the grand agency by which the gos pel is to be preached, ignorance cast out, oppression dethroned, crime extirpated, the world raised, heaven rejoiced and God glorified. In the clanking of the printing press as the sheets fly out I hear the voice of the Lord almighty proclaiming to all the dead nations of the earth, “Lazarus, come forth!” and to the retreating surges of darkness, “Let there be light!” In many of our city newspapers, professing no more than secular information, there have appeared during the past 80 years some of tho grandest appeals in behalf of religion and some of the most effective in terpretations of God’s government among the nations. Two Kinds of Newspapers. There are only two kinds of newspapers —the one good, very good, the other bad, very bad. A newspaper may be started with an undecided character, but after it has been going on for years everybody finds out just what it is, and it is very good or it is very bad. The one paper is the embodiment of news, the ally of vir tue, the foe of crime, the delectation of elevated taste, the mightiest agency on earth for making the world better. The other paper is a brigand among moral forces; it is a besllmer of reputation, it is the right arm of death and hell, it is tho mightiest agency in the universe for mak ing the world worse and battjlng against tho cause of God, the one an angel of in telligence and mercy, the other a fiend of darkness. Between this archangel and this fury is to be fought the great battle which is to decide the fate of the world. If you have any doubt as to which is to be victor, ask the prophecies, ask God; the chief batteries with which he would vindi cate tho right and thunder down tho wrong are now unlimbered. The great Armageddon of the nations is not to be fought with swords, but with steel pens; not with bullets, but with type; not with cannon, but with lightning perfecting presses, and the Sumters, and tho Moul tries, and the Pulaskis, and the Gibraltars of that conflict will be the editorial and reportorial jooms of our great newspaper establishments. Men of the press, God has put a more stupendous responsibility upon you than upon any other class of per sons. What long strides your profession has made in influence and power since the day when Peter Sheffer invented cast metal type, and because two books were found just alike they were ascribed to tho work of the devil, and books were printed on strips of.bamboo, and Rev. Jesse Glover originated the first American printing press, and the common council of New York, in solemn resolution, offered S2OO to any printer who would come there and live, and when the speaker of the house cf parliament tn England announced with indignation that the public prints had rec ognized some of their doings, until in this day, when we have in this country many newspapers sending out copies by the bil lion. The press and the telegraph have gone down into the same great harvest field to reap, and the telegraph says to the newspaper, “I’ll rake, while you bind,’’ and tho iron teeth of the telegraph are set down at eno end of the harvest field and drawn clean across, and the newspaper gathers up tho sheaves, setting down one sheaf on the breakfast table in the shape of a morning newspaper, and putting down another sheaf on the tea table in the shape of an evening newspaper, and that man who neither reads nor takes a newspaper would be a curiosity. What vast progress since the days when Cardinal Wolsey de clared that either tho printing press must go down or the church of God must go down to this time, when the printing press and the pulpit are in hundreds of glorious combination and alliance. Trials of the Editor. One of the great trials of this newspaper profession is tho fact that they are com pelled to see more of the shams of the world than any other profession. Through every newspaper office, day by day, go the weakness of the world, the vanities that want to be puffed, the revenges that want to bo wreaked, all the mistakes that want to bo corrected, all the dull speakers who want to be thought eloquent, all the mean ness that wants to get its wares noticed gratis in the editorial columns in Order to save the tax of the advertising column, all the men who want to bo set right who nover were right, all tho crack brained philosophers, with story as long as their hair and as gloomy as their finger nails, ‘ all the itinerant bores who come to stay five minutes and stop' an hour. From the editorial and reportorlal rooms aH the fol lies and shams ot the world are seen day by day, and the temptation is to believe neither in God, man, nor woman.- It is no surprise to me that in your profession there are some skeptical men. I only won der that you believe anything. Unless an editor or a reporter has in, his present or in his early home a model cf earnest char acter, or he throw himself upon the up- Isa cing grace of God, he » make tem poral and eternal nHpwrr-k Another great tri ’ of t t» newspaper pr salon is inadequate < uupensatton. > 8! <<:etbo days of Hazlitt <ml : horidan and i John Milton, and the wall igs of Grab i Street, London, literary toil, vith very few exceptions, hns not beet, pro; rly requited. When Oliver Goldsmith rei ived a friend in his house, he (the author) had to ait on the window, because there was only one i chair. Linnaeus sold bis splendid work : fora ducat. De Foe, the author of so many volumes, died penniless. The learned i Johnson dined behind a screen because hie I clothes we»c too shabby to allow him to dine with tho gentlemen who, on the oth i er side of the screen, were applauding his works. And so on down to the present time literary toil is a great struggle for bread. The world seems to have a grudge against a man who, as they say, gets bis living by his wits, and the day laborer says to the man of literary toil, “You come down here and shove a plane and hammer a shoe last and break cobblestones and earn an honest living as I do Instead of sitting there in Idleness scribbling!” But there are no hardsr worked men in all the earth- than the newspaiter people of this country. It is not a matter of bard times; it is characteristic nt all times. , Men have a better appreciation for that which appeals to the stomach than for that , which appeals to the brain. They havo no idea of the Immense financial and in tellectual exhaustion of tho newspaper press. Oh, men of the press, it will be a great help to you, if when you get homo late at night, fagged out and nervous with your work, you would just kneel down and commend your ease to God, who has watched all the fatigues of tho day and the night, and who has promised to be your God and the God of your children forever! Demands .of the Public. Another great trial of the newspaper profession is the diseased appetite for un healthy intelligence. You blame the news paper press for giving such prominence to mtirdors and scandals. Do you suppose that so many papers would give promi nence to these things if tho people did not demand them? If I go into the meat mar ket of a foreign city, and I find that the butchers hang up on the most conspicuous hooks meat that is tainted, while the meat that is fresh and savory is put away with out any special care, I come to the conclu sion that tho people of that city love taint ed meat. You know very Well that if the great mass of people in this country get hold of a newspaper and there are in it no runaway matches, no broken up families, no defamation of men in high position, .they pronounce the paper insipid. They say, “It is shockingly dull tonight.” I believe it is one of the trials of the news paper press that the people of this country demand moral slush instead of healthy and intellectual food. Now, you are a re spectable man, an intelligent man, and a paper comes into your hand. You open it, and there are three columns of splendidly written editorial, recommending some moral sentiment or evolving some scien tific theory. In the next column there is a miserable, contemptible, divorce case. Which do you read first? You dip into the editorial long enough to say, “Well, that’s very ably written,” and you read the di vorce case from the “long primer” type at the top to the “nonpareil” type at the bot tom, and then you ask your wife if she has rend it! Oh, it is only a oase of supply and demand! Newspaper men are not fools. They know what you want, and they give it to you. I believe that if the church and the world bought nothing but pure, honest, healthful newspapers, noth ing but pure, honest and healthful news papers would be published. If you should gather all the editors and the reporters of this country in one great convention, and ask of them what kind of a paper they would prefer to publish, I believe they would unanimously say, “We would prefer to publish an elevating paper. ” So long as there is an iniquitous demand there will be an iniquitous supply. I make no apology for a debauched newspaper, but I am saying these things in order to divide the responsibility between those who print and those who read. „ Temptations of Journalists. Another temptation of tho newspaper profession is the great allurement that surrounds them. Every occupation and profession has temptations peculiar to it self, and tho newspaper profession is not an exception. The great demand, as you know, is on the nervous force, and tho brain is racked. Tho blundering political speech must read well for the sake of the party, and so tho reporter or the editor has to make it read well, although every sen tence were a catastrophe to the English language. The reporter must hear all that an inaudible speaker, who thinks it is vul gar to speak out, says, and it must be right the next morning or the next night in the papers, though the night before the whole audience sat with its hand behind its ear in vain trying to catch it. This man must go through killing night work. He must go into heated assemblages and into unventilSted audience rooms that are enough to take the life out of him. He must visit courtrooms, which are almost always disgusting with rum and tobacco. He must expose himself at the fire. He must write in fetid alleyways. Added to all that, he must have hasty mastication and irregular habits. To bear up under this tremendous nervous strain they are tempted to artificial stimulus, and how many thousands havo gone down under their pressure God only knows. They must have something to counteract the wet, they must have something to keep out the chill, and after a scant night’s sleep they must have something to revive them for the morning’s work. This is what made Horace Greeley such a stout temperance man. I said to him, “Mr. Greeley, why are you more eloquent on tho subject of temperance than any other sub ject?” Ho replied, “I havo seen so many of my best friends in journalism go down under intemperance.” Oh, my dear brother of the newspaper profession, what you cannot do without artificial stimulus God does not want you to do! There is no half way ground for our literary people be tween teetotalism and dissipation. Your professional success, your domestic* peace, your eternal salvation, will depend upon your theories in regard to artificial stim ulus. I have had so many friends go down under the temptation, their brilliancy quenched, their homes blasted, that I cry out this morning in the words of another, “Look not upon the wine when it is red, when it glveth its eolor in the cup, when it moveth itself aright, for at the last it biteth like a serpent, and ft stingeth like an adder.” Neglect Their Souls. Another trial of this profession is the fact no one seems to care tor their souls They feel bitterly about it, though they laugh. People sometimes laugh the loud est whenAhey feel the worst. They are expectedto gather up religious proceedings and Uy,discuss religious doctrines in the editorial columns, but who expects them to !>o saved by the sermons they stenograph or by tho doctrines they discuss in the edi- torial columns? The world looks upon them aa proto tonal. V. ho preaches tore porters and eu.tors? Some of them came from religious homes, end when they left the parental r< if. whoe er regarded or dis regarded, thej came off with a father’s benediction and a mother’s prayer. They never think of those good old times but tears come into their eyes, and they move through these great cities homesick. Oh, if they only knew what a helpful thing it is for a man to put his weary bead down •n the bosom ot a sympathetic Christi Ho knows bow nervous and tired you are. Ho has a heart large enough to take in all your interests for this world and the next. Oh, men of the newspaper press, you some times get sick of thia world, it seems so hollow and unsatisfying! If there are any people in all the earth that need God, you are the men, and you shall have him if only this day you implore his mercy. A man was found at the foot of Canal street, New York. As they picked him up from the water and brought him to the morgue they saw by tho contour of bls forehead that ho had great mental capacity. He had entered the newspaper profession. He had gone down in health. He took to artificial stimulus. Ho went flown further and further, until one summer day, hot and hungry and sick and in despair, bo flung^himself off the dock. They found in his pocket a reporter's pad, a lead penoil, a photograph of some ono who bad loved him long ago. Death, as sometimes it wiU, smoothed out all the wrinkles that had gathered prematurely on his brow, and as he lay there his face was as fair as when, seven years before, be left bls coun try home and they bade him good by for ever. The world looked through the win dow of themorguo and said, “It's nothing but an outcast, ” but God said it was a gi gantic soul that perished because the world gave him-no chance. Fight Corruption. Let me ask all men connected with the printing press that they help us more and more in the effort to make the world bet ter. I charge you in the name of God, be fore whom you must account for the tre mendous influence you hold in this coun try, to consecrate yourselves to higher en deavors. You are the men to fight back this invasion of corrupt literature. Lift up your right hand and swear new alle giance to the cause of philanthropy and re ligion. And when at last, standing on the plains of judgment, you look out upon the unnumbered throngs over whom you have had influence, may it be found that you were among the mightiest energies that lifted men upon the exalted pathway that leads to the renown of heaven. Bet ter than to have sat in editorial chair, from which, with the finger of type, you decided the destinies of empires, but decid ed them wrong, that you had been some dungeoned exile, who, by the light of win dow iron grated, on scraps of a New Tes tament leaf, picked up from the earth, spelled out the story of him who taketh away tho sins of the world. In eternity Dives is the beggar. Well, my friends, we will all soon get through writing and printing and proofreading and publish ing. What then? Our life is a book. Our years are the chapters. Our months are the paragraphs. Our days axe the sen tences. Our doubts are the interrogation points. Our imitation of others the quota tion marks. Our attempts at display a dash. Death the period. Eternity the per oration. O God, where will we spend it? Have you heard the news, more startling than any found in the journals ot the last six weeks? It Is the tidings that man is lost. Havo you heard the news, the glad dest that was over announced, coming this day from the throne of God, lightning couriers leaping from the palace gate? The news! Thoglorious nows! That there is pardon for all guilt and comfort for all trouble. Set it up in “double leaded” col umns and direct it to tho whole race. The Angel's Wing. And now before I close this sermon, thankfully commemorative of the “Two Thousandth” publication, I wish more fully to acknowledge the services rendered by the secular press in the matter of evangelization. All the secular newspa pers of the day—for I am not speaking this morning of the religious newspapers •—all the secular newspapers of the day discuss all the questions of God, eternity and the dead, and all the questions of the past, present and future. There is not a single doctrine of theology but has been discussed in the last ten years by the secu lar newspapers of the country; they gather up all the news of all the earth bearing on religious subjects, and then they scatter the news abroad again. The Christian newspaper will be the right wing of the Apocalyptic angel. Tho cylinder of the Christianized printing press will be the front wheel of the Lord’s chariot. I take the music of this day, and Ido not mark it diminuendo—l mark it crescendo. A Sastor on a Sabbath preaches to a few hun red or a few thousand people, and on Monday or during tho week the printing press will take the same serknon and preach it to millions of people. God speed the printing press! God save the printing press! God Christianize the printing press! When I see the printing press standing with the electric telegraph on the one side gathering up material and the lightning express train on the other side waiting for the tons of folded sheets of newspapers, I pronounce it the mightiest force in our civilization. So I oommend yon to pray for all those who manage the newspapers of the land, for all typesetters, for all edi tors, for all publishers, that, sitting or standing in positions of such great influ ence, they may give all that influence for God and the betterment of the human race. An aged woman making her living by knitting unwound the yarn from the ball until she found in the center of the ball there was an old piece of newspaper. She opened it and read an advertisement which announced that she had become heiress to a largo property and that frag ment of a newspaper lifted her up from pauperism to affluence. And 1 do not know but as the thread of time unrolls and unwinds a little farther through the silent yet speaking newspaper may be found the vast inheritance of the world’s redemption. Jesus shall reign where’er the ran Dpea Ms suconssive journeys ran. His kingdom stretch from shore to shore TUI suns shall rise and set no more. Gauging Their Fees. Dr. A.—Why do you always make such particular inquiries as to what your pa tients eat? Does that assist you in your diagnosis? Dr. B.—Not that, but it enuMea dm to ascertain their social position and arrange my fees accordingly.—Nene Zeit. The Legal Mind. A young candidate for the legal profes sion was asked what he should do when : first employed to bring an action. “Ask for more money on account,” was the prompt reply. He passed.—London Figaro. ■■ l ' MlI AN OPEN LETTER To MOTHERS. WE ARE ASSERTING IN THE COURTS OU* RIGHT TO THE EXCLUSIVE USE OF THE WORD “CASTORIA” AND “PITCHER’S CASTORIA,” as OUR TRADE MARR. J, DR. 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