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THE GOOD SIIEPHE ID A TALMAGE BERMON THAT PICTI RES GREEN PASTURES. ■ " Th* DtoUaf ulshad Divine Dlocoor*** _of the Shepherd** Flnid. th* Shepherd’* Crook, the Shepherd’* Dop*, the Shep herd’a Pniure Ground* and Hock. ICopyri*ht. 18S8. American Press Asso- WABHINGTOS, Feb. 87.—1 n this wintry season Dr. Talmage refreshes us with this glowlug pastoral until we can almost hear the bleating of the flocks in green pastures. The text is Psalms xxill, 1, “The Lord is my shepherd.** What with post and rail fences and our pride in Southdown, Astrakhan and Flem ish varieties of sheep, there is no use now of the old time shepherd. Such a one'had abundance of Opportunity of becoming a poet, being out of doors 13 hours the day, and ofttimes waking up In the night on the hills. If the stars or the torrents or the sun or the flowers bad anything to say, he was very apt to hear it. The Ettrick Shep herd of Scotland, who afterward took bls seat In the brilliant circle of Wilson and Lockhart, got his wonderful poetlo Inspi ration In the ten years In which ho was watching the flocks of Mr. Laidlaw. There is often .a sweet poetry in the rugged prose of the Scotch shepherd. One of these Scotch shepherds lost bls only son, and he knelt down in prayer and was overheard to say, “O Lord, It has seemed good in thy providence to take from me the staff of my right band at the time when to us sand blind mortals I seemed to be most in need of it, and how I shall climb up the hill of sorrow and auld age without it thou mayst ken, but I dinna.” David, th* Shepherd Boy. David, the shepherd boy, is watching his father’s sheep. They are pasturing on the vary hills where afterward a Lamb was bora of which you have beard much, “the Lamb of God, which taketh away the sin of the world.-*** David, the shepherd boy, was beautiful, brave, musical and poetio. I think be often forgot the sheep in his reveries. There in the solitude he struck the harp string that is thrilling through all ages. David the boy was gathering tho material for David the poet and David the man. Like other boys, David was fond of using his knife among the. saplings, and he had noticed the exuding ofs,he juice of the tree, and when he became a man he said, “The trees of the Lord are full of sap.” David the boy, like other boys, bad been fond of hunting the birds’ nests, and bo bad driven the old stork off the nest to find how many eggs were under her, and when he became man ho said, "As for the stork, the fir trees are her house. ” In boyhood he had heard the ter rific thunderstorm that frightened the red deer into premature sickness, and when ho became a man he said, “The voice of the Lord maketh the hinds to calve.” David the boy had lain upon bis back looking up at the stars and examining the sky, and to bls boyish imagination the sky seemed like a piece of divine embroidery, the divine fingers working in the threads of light and the beads of stars, and he be came a man and wrote, “When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers.” When he became an old man, thinking of the goodness of God, he seemed to hear the bleating of bis father’s sheep across many years and to think of the time when he tended them on the Bethlehem hills, and he cries out in the text, “The Lord is my shepherd.” If God will help me, I will talk to you of tho shepherd’s plaid, the shepherd’s crook, the shepherd’s dogs, the shepherd’s pasture grounds, and the shepherd's flocks. The Shepherd’s Plaid. And first the shepherd’s plaid. It would be preposterous for a man going out to rough and besoillng work to put on splendid apparel. The potter does not work in velvet. The servant maid does not put on satin while tolling at her duties. Tho shepherd does not wear a splendid robe in which to go out amid the storms, and the rooks and the nettles; he puts on the rough apparel appropriate to his exposed work. The Lord our Shepherd, coming out to hunt the lost sheep, puts on no regal ap parel, but the plain garment of our hu manity. There was nothing pretentious about it. I know the old painters repre sent a halo around the babe Jesus, but I do not suppose that there was any more halo about that child than about the head of any other babe that was born that Chrlstmaseve in Judson. Becoming a man, he wore a seamless garment. The scissors and" needle had done nothing to make it graceful I take it to have been a sack with three holes in ft, one for the neck and two for the arms. Although the gam blers quarreled over it, that is no evidence of its value. I have seen two ragpickers quarrel over .the refuse of an ash barrel. No; in the wardrobe of heaven he left the sandals of light, the girdles of beauty, the robes of power, and put on the besoiled and tattered raiment of our humanity. Some times he did not even wear the seamless robe. What is that hanging about the waist of Christ? Is it a badge of authority? Is it a royal coat of arms? No; it is a towel. The disciples’ feet are filthy from the walk en the long way and are not fit to be put upon the sofas on which they are to recline at the meal, and so Jesus washes their feet and gathers them up in the towel to dry them. Tho work of saving this world was rough work, rugged work, bard work, and Jesus put on the raiment, the plain raiment of our flesh. The storms were to beat him, the crowds were to jostle him, tho dust was to sprinkle him, the mobs were to pursue him. O Shepherd of Israel, leave at home thy bright array! For thee, what streams to ford, what nights all unsheltered! He puts upon him the plain raiment of our humanity, wears our woes, and while earth and heaven and hell stand amazed at tho abnegation wraps around him the shepherd’s plaid. Cold mountains and the midnight air Witnessed the fervor of his prayer. The Shepherd’* Crook. Next I mention the shepherd’s crook. This was a rod with a curve at the end, which when a sheep was going astray was thrown over its neck and in that way it was pulled back. When the sheep were not going astray, the shepherd would of ten use it as a sort of crutch, leaning on it, but when the sheep were out of the way the crook was always busy pulling them back. All we, like sheep, have gone astray, and bad it not been for the shep herd’s crook we would, have fallen long ago over the' precipices. Here is a man who is making too much money. He is getting very vain. He says: “After awhile I shall be independent of all the world. Omy soul, eat, drink and be merry!’.* Business disaster comes to him. What is God going to do with him? Has God any grudge ngalnst him? Ob, no! God is throwing over him the shep herd’s crook and pulling him back into better pastures. Here, is a man who has t alw-ys been well. He has never had any sympathy for Invalids. He calls them coughing, wheexing nuisances. After awhile sickness comes to him. He does not understand what God is going to do with him. Ho toys, “Is tbe Lord angry with me?” Ob, no! With he shepherd’s crook he has been pulled o.tck into better pastures. Here is a happy household cir cle. The parent does not realize tbe truth that these children are only loaned to him, and he forgets from what source came his domestic blessings. Sickness drops upon those children and death swoops upon a little one. He says, “Is God ’angry with me?” No. His shepherd's crook pulls him back into better pastures. Ido not know what would have become of us if it had not been for the shepherd’s crook. Ob, ths mercies.of our troubles! You take up apples and plums from under the shade of the trees, and tbe very best fruits of Christian character wo find in the deep shade of trouble. Use* of Adversity. When I was on tbe steamer coming across the ocean, I got a cinder in my eye, and several persons tried to get it out very gently, but It could not be taken out in that way. I was told that the engineer had a facility in such cases. I wont to him. He put his large, sooty hand on me, took a knife and wrapped the lid of the eye around the knife. I expected to be hurt very much, but without any pain and instantly he removed the cinder. Oh, there come times in our Christian life when our spiritual vision is being spoiled and all gentle appliances fail! Then there comes so nap giant trouble and black handed lays hold of us and removes that which would have ruined our vision for ever. I will gather all your joys together in one regiment at ten companies, and I will put them under Colonel Joy. Then I will gather all your sorrows together in one regiment of ten companies and put them Under Colonel Break heart. Then I will ask, Which of these regiments has gained for you tbe greater spiritual vic tories? Certainly that under Colonel Breakheart. In the time of war, you may remember at tbe south and north, the question was whether tbe black troops would fight, but when they were put into the struggle on both sides they did heroically. In the great day of eternity it will be found that it was not the white regiment of joys that gained your greatest successes, but the black troops of trouble, misfortune and disaster. Whero you have gained one spiritual success from your prosperity,, you have gained ten spiritual successes from your adversity. There is no animal that struggles more violently than n sheep when you corner it and catch hold of it. Down in tbe glen I see a group of men around a lost sheep. A plowman comes along and seizes the sheep and tries to pacify it, but it is more fright ened than ever. A .miller oomes along, puts down his grist and caresses the sheep, and it seems as if it would die of fright. After awhile some one breaks through the thicket. He says, “Let me have the poor thing.” Ho comes up and lays his arms around the sheep and it is immediately quiet. Who is tbe last man that comes? It is the shepherd. Ah, my friends, be not afraid of the shepherd’s crook! It is never used on you save in mercy, to pull you back. The hard, cold iceberg of trouble will melt in the wariq gulf stream of divine sympathy. There is one passage I think you misin terpret, “The bruised reed he will not break.” Do you know that the shepherd in olden times played upon these reeds? They were very easily bruised, but when they were bruised they were never mended. The shepherd could so easily make another one, he would snap the old one and throw it away and get another. The Bible says it is not so with our Shepherd. When the music is gone out of a man’s soul, God does not snap him in twain and throw him away. Ho mends and restores. “The bruised reed he will not break.” When in the o'erhanging heavens of fate The threatening clouds of darkness dwell, Then let ns humbly watch and wait. It shall be well, it shall be well. And when the storm has passed away And sunshine emiles on flood and fell How sweet to think, how sweet to say, It has been well, it has been we 11!... The Shepherd’* Dog*. Next I speak of the shepherd’s dogs. They watch the straying sheep and drive them Lank again. Every shepherd has his dog—frer.i the nomads of the Bible times down to the Scotch herdsman watching his flocks on the Grampian hills. Our Shepherd employs tho criticisms and per secutions of the world as his dogs. are those, you know, whose whole work it is to watch the inconsistences of Christians and bark at them. If one of God’s sheep -gets astray, the world howls. With more avidity than a shepherd’s dog ever oaught a stray sheep by the flanks or lugged it by the ears worldlings seize the Christian astray. It ought to do us good to know that we are thus watched. It ought to put us on our guard. They cannot bite us, if we stay near the Shepherd. Tho sharp knife of worldly assault will only trim tbe vines until they produce better grapes. The more you pound marjoram and rose mary, the sweeter they smell. The more dogs take after you, the quicker you will get to the gate. You have noticed that different flocks of sheep have different marks upon them; sometimes a red mark, sometimes a blue mark, sometimes a straight mark and sometimes a crooked mark. The Lord our Shepherd has a mark for his sheep. It is a red mark the mark of tbe cross. “Blessed are they that are persecuted for righteousness’ sake, for theirs is the king dom of heaven.” Furthermore, consider the shepherds’ pasture grounds. Tho old shepherds used to take the sheep upon the mountains in the summer and dwell in the valleys in the winter. The sheep being out of doors perpetually, their wool was better than if they had been kept in the hot atmosphere of the sheep cot. Wells were dug for the sheep and covered with large stones, in or der that the hot weather might not spoil the water. And then tbe shepherd led his flock wherever be would; nobody dis puted bis right. So tbe Lord our Shepherd has a large pasture ground. He takes us in the summer to tbe mountains and in the winter to the valleys. Warm days of prosperity come and we stand on sun gilt Sabbaths, and on hills of transfiguration, and we are so high up we can catch a glimpse of tbe pinnacles of tbe heavenly city. Then cold, win fry days of trouble come, and we go down Into the valley of sickness, want and bereavement and wo say, “Is there any sorrow like unto my sor row?” But, blessed bo God, tho Lord’s sheep can find pasture anywhere. Between two rocks of trouble a tuft of succulent promises; green pastures beside Still wa ters; long, sweet grass between bitter graves. You have noticed tbe structure of the sheep’s mouth? It is so sharp that it can take up a blade of grass or clover top from tbe very narrowest spot. And so God’s sheep can pick up comfort where others can gather none. ’ rhe secret of the Lord is with them the fear him-” Rich pasture, founts’□ fed p stura, for all tlie flock of the Good Shcpbe d! Th* kill of Zion yield* A thousand sacred sw> e«* Before w* reach the her only field* Or walk the golden st' eta. Th* Shephard’, Fold. Lastly consider the shepherd’s fold. Tho time of sheep shear! dr was a very ■glnd tibia Tbe neighbor* gathered to gether, and they poured wine and danced far Joy. The sheep were put in a place in closed by a wall, where it was vary easy to count them and know whether any of them had been taken by the jackale or dogs. The inclosure was called the sheep fold. Good news I have to tell you, in that our Lord tbe Shepherd has a sheepfold, and those who are gathered in it shall nev er bo struck by the storm, shall never be touched by the jackals of temptation and trouble. It has a high wall—so high that no troubles can get in, so high that the joys cannot get out. How glad tbe old sheep will be to find the lambs that left them a good many years ago I Millions of children in heaven I Oh, what a merry heavers it will make! Not many long meter psalms there! They will be in the majority and Will run away with our song, carrying it up to a still higher point of ecstasy. Oh, there will be shouting! If children on earth clapped their hands and danced for joy, what will they do when to tbe glad ness of childhood on earth is added the gladness of childhood In heaven? It Is time we got over these morbid ideas of how we shall get out of this world. You make your religion an undertaker planing coffins and driving hearses. Your reli gion smells of tho varnish of a funeral cas ket. Rather let your religion today come out and show you the sheepfold that God has provided for you. Ah, you say, there is a river between this and that! I know it, bnt that Jordan is only for tho sheep washing, and they sbpll go up on the oth er banks snow white. They follow the great Shepherd. They heard his voice long ago. They are safe now—one fold and one Shepherd I Alas for those who are flnally found out side the inclosure! The night of their sin howls with jackals. They are thirsting for their blood. The very moment that a lamb may be frisking upon the hills a bear may be looking at it from the thicket Th* Joy of Victory. In June, 1815, there was a very noble party gathered in a house In St. James square, London. The prince regent was present and the occasion was made fasci nating by music and banqueting and by jewels. While a quadrille was being formed, suddenly all the people rushed to the win dows. What is the matter? Henry Percy had arrived with tbe news that Waterloo had been fought and that England had won the day. The dance was abandoned, tbe party dispersed, lords, ladies and mu sicians rushed into the street, and in 15 minutes from the first announcement of the good news the house was emptied of all its guests. Oh, ye who are seated at the banquet of this world or whirling in its gayeties and frivolities, if you could, hear the sweet strains of the gospel trust pet announcing Christ’s victory over rln and death and bell, you would rush forth, glad in the eternal deliverance 1 Tbe Wa terloo against sin has been fought, and our Commander In Chief hath won the day. Oh, the joys of this salvation! Ido not care what metaphor, what comparison, you have. Bring it to me, that I may use it. Amos shall bring one rimlle, Isaiah another, John another. Beautiful with pardon. Beautiful with peace. Beautiful with anticipations. Or, to return to the pastoral figure of my text, come out of the poor pasturage of this world into the rich fortunes of the Good Shepherd. The shepherd of old used to play beauti ful music, and sometimes the sheep would gather around him and listen. Today my heavenly Shepherd calls to you with the very music of heaven, bidding you to leave your sin and accept sis pardon. Oh, that all this flock would hear the piping of the Good Shepherd 1 More Water For London. The knowing ones in London are agitat ing tho subject of additional water supply, which is sure to be a pressing question of the near future. Sir Alexander Binnie, engineer in chief to the London county council, after a thorough investigation of tho matter, calculates that the present sup ply from the Thames and tho Lea will need to be supplemented in ten years and says that the sooner the works are begun the better. All investigation points to Wales in the emergency, where five sources of supply are available. The present esti mates calculate on increased facilities which will give all the water needed for the next 50 years. It is calculated that by the year 1931 the existing sources of sup ply in the Thames and the Lea would have to be supplemented by 147,000,000 gallons, and if that water was brought from Wales it would cost $70,000,000. In order to pro vide for the necessities of 1948 there would have to be a further expenditure of anoth er $60,000,000, making a total of $130,000,- 000. Men Editors and Women’* Work. “Let us give Goliath his due,” says Blanche Willis Howard. “Men editors do not exclude women’s work. On the con trary, if women send in their copy on time, it is printed as punctually as the men’s. It glares at you with the selfsame inexo rable rigidity. Nevermore may you extract from it a superfluous ‘and which’ or a ‘split infinitive.* Your punctuation—up on which you pride yourself—is so trans planted that you with consternation per ceive you are the responsible author of a stranger’s sentiments. Tho accents of your foreigh words are omitted or turned the wrong way. As ‘Liver Pills’ and ‘Beef Suet’ in mammoth letters deface a pastoral landscape, so do huge sensational headings, which your soul loathes, rudely check the' purling flow of your limpid platitudes. You are treated precisely like the men. In these respects a stony impar tiality obtains in editorial sanctums.” For the Faria Show. An interesting novelty at tbe Paris ex position will be the mareorama (sic), which will give visitors the illusion of a voyage by steamer from Marseilles to Constanti nople, with calls at Tangier, Algiers, Naples, Venice, Alexandria and Smyrna. They will be standing on the steamer, which will appear to be in the sea, even to the rolling of the vessel and the salt breezes. The unrolling of the canvases will make them think the ship Is moving, the principle being the same as that which makes railway passengers in a standing train think they are in motion when an other train passes. Tho voyage of the steamer will be diversified by various scenes, such as meeting a fleet of warships, a tempest, with thunder and lightning; A sunrise, etc*, besides other curious inci dents. Thus, at Naples, for instance, na tives will clhi.b on board and perform the dances of the Touutry. .•VW .......... . : STANDARD TIME. Hmi Four Section* Into Whlrt tea Coeak try I* Divided. Primarily, for the convenience of tbe railroads, a standard of time was estab lished by mutual agreement in 1888, by which trains uro local time reg ulated. According to this system, the United States, extending from 85 to 1 >5 degree* west longitude, Is divided into four time sections, each of 15 degrees of longitude, exactly equivalent to one hour. The first (eastern) section In cludes all territory between the Atlantic coast and an irregular line drawn from Detroit to Charleston, the latter be ing its most aouthero point The sec ond (central) section includes sll tbe territory between tho last named line and an irregular line from Bismarck to the mouth of tbe Rio Grande. The third (mountain) section includes all territory between the last named line and nearly the western borders of Idaho, Utah and Arizona. The fourth (Pacific) section coven the rest of the country to the Pacific coast Standard time is uniform inside each of these sec tions, and the time of each section dif fers from that next to it by exactly one hour. Thue at 19 noon in New York city (eastern time) the time at Chicago (central time) is 11 a. m.; at Denver (mountain time), 10 a. m., and at San Francisco (Pacific time), 9 o'clock a. m. Standard time is 16 minutes slower at Boston than true local time, 4 min utes slower at New York, 8 minutes faster at Washington, 19 minutes faster at Charleston, 98 minutes slower at De troit, 18 minutes faster at Kansas City, 10 minutes slower at Chicago, 1 minute faster at St Louis, 98 minutes faster at Salt Lake City and 10 minutes faster at San Francisco.—Atlanta Constitution. JONES’ STRATEGY. Ba Got Hl* New Sult at Half Price by a Great Schema. Jones’ new suit fits beautifully, but he was $lO Shy on the price. He needed the suit badly, but his tailor was de cidedly disinclined to part with it till it was paid for. After lying awake all night revolving in his mind various schemes old and new to get possession of the coveted attire Jones evolved a brilliant idea. He pnt on a high collar two sizes too large for him, went to his tailor and tried on tbe coat again. Os course it did not fit around the collar and would have to be let out The next day he put on a collar a half size too small and tried it on again. The collar of the coat bulged out in the back as if it had been constructed for the neck of a pugilist can’t wear that thing, ” declared JRes. “It does not fit at all.” “No, it does not seem to,” admitted the tailor. “You’ve tinkered with it now till you have nearly ruined it I guess I don’t want it” “Well, I’ll tell you what I’ll do,” proposed the tailor, who did not want a misfit left on his hands. “I’ll knock off $5 on the price. ” “Don’t want a suit that don’t fit,” declared Jones. “Well, I’ll make it $10.” “Make it $19.50 and I’ll take ft” “All right, but I lose money on it at that ” Jones paid another tailor $1 to have the collar altered, paid for bls suit and had $1.50 with which to “wetit ” —San Francisco Post Sb* Won Her Bet. The efficiency of the employees of the Jacksonville postoffice was put to a se vere test recently, when the distribut ing clerk came across * photograph with a postage stamp attached and the only direction on it as follows, says the Flor ida Times-Union: “Deliver to , Jacksonville, Fla.” Several of the employees were shown the picture, which was taken with a small camera, and which did not show the face of the person photographed very distinctly. One of the carriers named Walter G. Coleman, the general traveling agent of the F. C. and P. rail way, was the person. Several of the clerks and carriers did not think that it was intended for Mr. Coleman, while others sided with the Bay street carrier. Finally a wager of $1 was made, and the carrier started out to deliver it When he reached Mr. Coleman’s office, that gentleman at once claimed the photograph as one of himself. A week ago or more, while walking along Bay street, he met a young lady with a* kodak, who took a snap shot at him in front of the Gardner building. She said that if tbe picture was a good one she would send it to him. It also appears that the young lady won a wager made with her father on the delivery of the photograph to Mr. Coleman with only the directions above. Yellow Alate* Cedar. The durability of this timber is forci bly illustrated by fallen trunks that are perfectly sound after lying in the damp woods for centuries. Soon after these trees fall they are overgrown with moss, in which seeds lodge and germinate and grow up into vigorous saplings, which stand in a row on the backs of their dead ancestors. Os this company of young trees perhaps three or four will grow to full stature, sending down straddling roots on each side and estab lishing themselves in the soil, and after they have reached an age of 900 or 800 years the downtrodden trunk on which they are standing, when cut into, is found as fresh in the heart as when it felt—John Muir in Century. « He wa* a Bird. Aid (charging furiously up)—Gen eral, the enemy has captured our left wing. What shall we do? . • ; The Commander—Fly with tbe other. —Philadelphia Inquirer. i There is so much sympathy in this country that very often the (under dog becomes a dangerous, impudent wr.~ Atchison Globe. | AN OPEN LETTER To MOTHERS. M WE ARE ASSERTING IN THE COURTS OUR RIGHT TO THE EXCLUSIVE USE OF THE WORD “ C ASTORIA,” AND “ PITCHER’S CASTORIA,” AS OUR TRADE MARK. 7, DR. 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