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. CELESTIALJISIONS.
CONTRASTED WITH THE DIMNESS
OF EARTHLY EYESIGHT.
Dr. Taimace Deliver. a Vivid Discourse
on the Splendora of Heaven, Which the
, Mortal Mind Cadnot Conceive—Problems
of Life and Mysteries of Providence.
[Copyright, 189*. by American Press Asso-
W ashingtow, March 6.—This discourse
of Dr. Talmage is one of mighty contrasts
and the dimness of earthly eyesight, as
compared with the vividness of celestial
eyesight, Is illustrated. The text Is I Cor
inthians xlii, 13, “For now we see through
a glass, darkly, but then face to face.”
The Bible is the most forceful and pun
gent of books. While it has the sweetness
of a mother’s hush for human trouble, it
has all tho keenness of a soimiter and the
crushing power of a lightning bolt. It
portrays with more than a painter’s pow
er, at one stroke picturing a heavenly
throne and a judgment conflagration. The
strings of this great harp are fingered by
all the splendors of the future, now sound
ing with the crackle of consuming worlds,
now thrilling with the joy of the everlast
ing emancipated. It tells how one forbid
den tree in the garden blasted the earth
with sickness and death, and how another
tree, though leafless and bare, yet, planted
on Calvary, shall yield a fruit which shall
more than antidote the poison of the oth
er. It tells how the red, ripe dusters of
God’s wrath were brought to the wine
press, and Jesus trod them out, and how,
at last, all the golden chalices of heaven
shall glow with the wine of that awful
vintage. It dazzles the eye with an Eze
kiel’s vision of wheel and wing and firs
and whirlwind, and stoops down so low
that It can put its lips to tho car of a dy
ing child and say, “Come up higher.”
And yet Paul, in my text, takes the re
sponsibility of saying that it is only an in
distinct mirror and that its mission shall
be suspended: I think there may be one
Bible In heaven, fastened to the throne.
Just as now, in a museum, we have a
lamp exhumed from Herculaneum or
Nineveh, and we look at it with great in
terest and say, “How poor a light it must
have given compared with our modern
lamps!” so I think that this Bible, which
was a lamp to our feet in this world, may
lie near thethrono of God, oxciting our in
terest to all eternity by the contrast be
tween its comparatively feeble light and
the illumination of heaven. The Bible,
now, Is the scaffolding to the rising tem
ple, but when the building is done, there
will be no uso for the scaffolding.
Finite Vision.
The idea I shall develop today is, that
in this world our knowledge is compara
tively dim and unsatisfactory, but never
? theless is Introductory to grander and
more complete vision. This is eminently
true in regard to our view of God. We
hear so much about God that we conclude
that wq understand him. He is represent
ed as having the tenderness of a father, the
firmness of a judge, the majesty of a king
and the love of a mother. We hear about
him, talk about him, write about him.
We lisp his name in infancy, and it trem
bles on the tongue of tho dying octogena
rian. We think that we know very much
about him. Take the* attribute of mercy.
Do we understand it? * The Bible blossoms
all over with that word —mercy. It speaks
again and again of the tender mercies of
God; of the sure mercies; of the great
mercies; of the mercy that endureth for
ever; of the multitude of his mercies. And
yet I know that the views we have of this
great Being are most indefinite, ono sided
and incomplete. When, at death, the gates
shall fly open and wo shall look directly
upon him, how new and surprising! We
seo upon canvas a picture of the morning.
Wo study tho cloud in tho sky, the dew
upon the grass and the husbandman on
the way to the field. Beautiful picture of
the morning! But we rise at daybreak
and go up on a hill to sco for ourselves
that which was represented to us. While
we look tho mountains are transfigured.
The burnished gates of heaven swing opep
and shut, to let past a host of fiery splen
dors. The clouds are all abloom, and hang
pendent from arbors of alabaster and ame
thyst Tho waters make pathway of in
laid pearl for tho light to walk upon, and
there is morning on the sea. Tho crags un
cover their scarred visage, and there is
morning among tho mountains. Now you
go homo and how tamo your picture of tho
morning seems in contrast! Greater than
that shall be tho contrast between this
Scriptural view of God and that which wo
shall have when standing face to face.
This is a picture of tho morning that will
be the morning Itself.
Christ’s Excellence.
Again, my text is true of the Saviour’S
excellency. By image and sweet rhythm
of expression and startling antithesis,
Christ is set forth—his love, his compas
sion, his work, bls life, his death, his
resurrection. Wo are challenged to meas
ure it, to compute it, to weigh it. In tho
hour of our broken enthrallment wo
mount up into high experience of his love,
and shout until tho countenance glows,
and the blood bounds, and the whole na
ture is exhilarated, “I have found him!”
And yet it is through a glass, darkly. We
see not half of that compassionate face.
We feel not half tho warmth of that loving
heart. We wait for death to let us rush
into his outspread arms. Then we shall
be face to face. Not shadow then, but sub
stance. Not hope then, but the fulfilling
of all preflgurement. That will be a mag
nificent unfolding. Tho rushing out in
view of all hidden excellency, the coming
again of a long absent Jesus, to meet us,
not in rags and in penury and death, but
amidst a light and pomp and outbursting
joy such as none but a glorified intelli
gence could experience. Oh, to ga o full
upon the brow that was lacerated, upon
the side that was pierced, upon the feet
that were nailed; to stand close up in ths
presence of him who prayed for us on ths
mountain, and thought of us by the sea,
and agonized for us in the garden, and
died for us in horrible crucifixion; to feel
of him, to embrace him, to take his hand,
to kiss his feet, to run our fingers along
tho scars of ancient suffering, to say:
“ This is my Jesus! Ho gave himself sos
mo. I shall never leave his presence. I
shall forever behold his glory. I shall
eternally hear bis voice. Lord Jesus, now
I see thee! I behold where tho blood start
ed, where the tears coursed, where the face
was distorted. I have waited for this hour.
I shall never turn my back on thee. No
more looking through imperfect glasses.
No more studying thee in the darkness.
But as long as this throne stands and this
everlasting river flows, and those garlands
bloom, and these arches of victory remain
to greet home heaven’s conquerors, so long
I shall see thee, Jesus of my choice, Jesus
of my song, Jesus of my triumph, forever
and forever, face to face!”
The Pnzales of Life.
The idea of the text is just as true when
appiM to Clad's pmrldenoi. Who has not
oome to some pass in life thoroughly hi ex,
plloable? You say: “Whatdoes this mean?
j What is God going to do with mo now!
He tells me that all things work together
for good. This does not look like Hu” You
continue to study the dispensation and
, after awhile guess about what God means.
“Ho means to teach mo this. I think he
’ means to teach mo that. Perhaps it is to
• humble my pride. Perhaps it is to make
me feel more dependent. Perhaps to teach
me the uncertainty of life.” But after
all it Is only a guess—a looking through
the glass, darkly. Tho Bible assures us
' there shall be a satisfactory unfolding.
“What I do thou knowest not now, but
thou sbalt know hereafter.” You will
know why God took to himself that only
child. Next door there was a household of
seven children. Why not take one from
that group instead of your only one? Why
single out the dwelling in which there
was only one heart beating responsive to
yours? Why did God give you a child at
all if he meant to take it away? Why fill
the cup of your gladness brimming if he
meant to dash it down? Why allow all
the tendrils of your heart to wind around
that object and then, when every fiber of
your own life seemed to be interlocked
with the child’s life, with strong hand to
tear you apart, until you fall, bleeding
and crushed, your dwelling desolate, your
hopes blasted, your heart broken? Do you
suppose that God will explain that? Yea.
He will mako it plainer than any mathe
matical problem—as plain as that two and
two make four. In the light of the throne
you will see that it was right—all right.
"Just and true are all thy ways, thou
King of saints!”
Here is a man who cannot get on in the
world. He always seems to buy at the
wrong time and to sell at the worst disad
vantage. He tries this enterprise and
fails; that business and is disappointed.
Tho man next door to him has a lucrative
trade, but he lacks customers. A new
prospect opens. His income is increased.
But that year his family are sick, and the
profits are expended in trying to cure the
ailments. He gets a discouraged look. Be
comes faithless as to succcss. Begins to
expect disasters. Others wait for some
thing to turn up; ho waits for it to turn
down. Others with only half as much
education and character get on twice as
well. He sometimes guesses as to what it
all moans. He says: “Perhaps riches
would spoil roe. Perhaps poverty Is nec
essary to keep me humble. Perhaps I
might, if things were otherwise, bo tempt
ed into dissipations.” But there is no
complete solution of the mystery. He sees
through a glass darkly and must wait for
a higher unfolding. Will there be an ex
planation? Yes; God will take that man
in the light of the throne and say: “Child
Immortal, hear the explanation ! You re
member tho failing of that great enter
. prise—your misfortune In 1857, your dis
aster in 1867. This is the explanation.”
And you will answer, “It is all right.”
Mysteries of Providence.
I see, every day, profound mysteries of
Providence. There is no question we ask
oftener than Why? There are hundreds of
graves in Oak Hill and Greenwood and
Laurel Hill that neod to be explained.
Hospitals for the blind and lame, asylums
for the idiotic and insane, almshouses for
the destitute and a world of pain and mis
fortune that demand more than human so
lution. Ah, God will clear it all up. In
the light that pours from the throne, no
dark mystery can live. Things now utter
ly Inscrutable will be illumined as plainly
as though the answer were written on the
jasper wall or sounded in the temple an
them. Bartimeus.will thank God that he
was blind, and Lazarus that he was cover
ed with sores, and Joseph that ho was cast
into the pit, and Daniel that be denned
with lions, and Paul that he was hump
backed, and David that ho was driven
from Jerusalem, and that sewing woman
that she could get only a few pence for
making a garment, and that invalid that
for 20 years he could not lift his head
from the pillow, and that widow that she
had such hard work to earn bread for her
children. You know that in a song dif
ferent voices carry different parts. The
sweet and overwhelming part of the halle
luiah of heaven will not bo carried by
those who rode in high places and gave
sumptuous entertainments, but pauper
children will sing it, beggars will sing it,
redeemed hod carriers will sing it, those
who were once the offscouring of earth
will si.-q it. The halleluiah will be all the
grander >r earth’s weeping eyes and ach
ing heads and exhausted hands and
scourged backs and martyred agonies.
Again, the thought of tbe z text is just
when applied to the enjoyments of tbs
righteous th heaven. I think we havo but
little idea of the number of the righteous
in heaven. Infldelssay, “Your heaven will
boa very small place compared with the
world of the lost; for, according to your
teaching, the majority of men will be de
stroyed. ” I deny the charge. I suppose
that tho multitude of the finally lost, as
compared with the multitude of thefinally
saved, will be a handful. I suppose that
tho few sick people in the hospital today,
as compared with tho hundreds of thou
sands of well people in the city, would not
bo smaller than tho numbtr of those who
shall bo oast out in suffering, compared
with those who shall havo upon them tlie
health of heaven. For we are to remember
that wo are living in comparatively the
beginning of the Christian dispensation
and that this world is to be populated and
redeemed and that ages of light and love
are to flow on. If this be so, the multi
tudes of tho saved will be in vast majority.
A Countless Multitude.
Take all the congregations that have
today assembled for worship. Put them
together and they would make but a small
audience compared with the thousands
and tens of thousands and ten thousand
times ten thousand, and the hundred and
forty and four thousand that shall stand
around tho throne. Those flashed up to
heaven in martyr fires, those tossed for
many years upon tho invalid couch, thdse
fought In the armies of liberty and rose as
they fell, those tumbled from high scaffold
ings or slipped from the mast or were
washed off into the sea. They came up
from Corinth, from Laodlcea, from the
Bed sea bank and Gonnesaret’s wave,
from Egyptian brickyards and Gideon’s
thrashing floor. Those thousands of years
ago slept the last sleep, and these are thie
moment having their eyes closed, and their
limbs stretched out for the sepulcher.
A general expecting an attack from the
enemy stands on a hjll and looks through
a fieldglass and secs in the great distance
multitudes approaching, but has no idea
of their numbers. He says: “I cannot tell
anything about them. I merely know that
there are a great number.” And so John,
without attempting to count, says, “A
great multitude that no man can number. ”
We are told tbat heaven is a place of
happiness, but what do we know about
happiness? Happiness in this world, if
only a half fledged thing—a flowery path,
with a serpent hissing across it; a broken
pitcher, from which the water has dropped
before we could drink it: a thrill of ex-
I
bllarottan, followed by disastrous reac
tions. To help us understand the joy sf
heaven, tho Bible takes ns to a river. We
stand on tho grassy bank. We saa the wa
ters flow on with ceaseless wave. But the
filth of the cities are emptied into It, and
the banks are torn, and unhealthy exhala
tions spring up from it, and we fail to got;
an idea of the river of life in heaven.
Ths Rauolons of Heaven.
We get very imperfect ideas of the re
unions of heaven. We think of some festal
day on earth, when father and mother
were yet living, and the children came
home. A good time that! But it had
this drawback—all were not there. That
brother went off to sea and never was
hedfd from. That sister—did wo not lay
her away in the freshness of her young
life, never more in this world to look upon
her? Ah, there was a skeleton at tho feast,
and tears mingled with our laughter on
that Christmas day. Not so with heaven’s
reunions. It will be an uninterrupted glad
ness. Many a Christian parent will look
around and find all his children there.
“Ah!” he says, “can it be possible that we
are all here—life’s perils over? The Jordan
passed, and not one wanting? Why, even
the prodigal is here. I almost gave him
up. How long he despised my counsels,
but grace hath triumphed. All here, all
here! Tell the mighty joy through the
city. Let tho bells ring, and the angels
mention it in their song. Wave it from
the top of tho walls. All here 1”
No more breaking of heartstrings, but
face to face. Tho orphans that were left
poor and in a merciless world, kicked and
ouffed of many hardships, shall join their
parents, over whose graves they so long
Wept and gaze into their glorified counte
nances forever, face to face. We may oome
up from different parts of the world, one
from the land and another from the depths
of the sea; from lives affluent and prosper
ous, or from scenes of ragged distress, but
we shall all meet in rapture and jubilee,
face to face. „
Many of our friends have entered upon
that joy. A few days ago they sat with us
studying these gospel themes, but they
only saw through a glass, digfcly—-now
revelation hath come. Your time will also
ootae. God will not leale you floundering
& the darkness. Yod stand wonder struck
and amazed. You fpel as if all tbelovpli
ness of life were dashed out. You stand
gazing into the open chasm of the grave.
Wglt a little. In the presence of your de
parted and of him who parries them in his
bdfi&n, yj>u shall soon jtand face to face.
Oh, that our last hour may kindle up with
this promised joy I May we be ablaAo say,
like the Christian not lopg ago, bepafting,
“Though a pilgrim, walking through the
valley, the mountain tops are gloaming
frbm peak to peak!” or, like my dear
friend and brother, Alfred Cookman, who
took his flight to tho thronp of God, saying
in his last moment that which has already
gone into Christian classics, “I am sweep
ing through the pearly gate, washed in the
blood of the Lamb!”
Congressman Takes a Header.
A Massachusetts member was asked over
a teacup the other day how it feels to be
a congressman.
“It’s purely a question of geography,”
said he. “On his native heath a congress
man is, as one may tersely express its ‘the
whole thing. ’ In Washington be is only
an infinitesimal fraction. A few weeks
ago I was called home to attend to some
Important business. I was too much oc
cupied for a few days to find time to read
the papers, but when I did begin to rend
them again I saw that the country was
passing through an Important crisis—sev
eral crises, in fact—the Cuban question,
the Hawaiian question, finance. Affairs
were serious. I felt that my country need
ed me. My absence had crippled my party
in the house. I felt that I was shirking a
sacred duty. My constituents whom I met
eyed me reproachfully. The nation was in
danger and X not at my post. I was
ashamed to be seen in the street, so deeply
did I feel that I was shirking. I hurried
through my business and came to Wash
ington. I went to the capltol direct from
the station and hurried into the house de
termined to save the country even at tho
eleventh hour. I put a question to a fel
low member I met, a man I know well.
“ ‘Why, havo you been away?’ he asked.
"I was a trifle pained, but I answered
that I had.
“ ‘Oh, well,’ said he, ‘you couldn’t have
chosen a better time to be away. Every
thing’s stagnating here. Nothing has
been done, nothing has been said. “Why,
it's been the dullest fortnight of the whole
session. You were lucky to be away.’ ”
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Books havo been called companions. No
bettor description could be employed. And
as bad company with foul minds, bad
bookk with foul contents damage irrepa
rably the thoughts of tbeirreaders impreg
nate them with vile ideas and put trash in
the place which should be occupied by val
uable knowledge. It la well kpown that
an inebriate perpetually indulging in an
excess of strong alcohol destroys his taste
and can appreciate no other than strong
drink, for which he always craves. Thia
is'similar to the reader of vile books; hla
taste is destroyed, and he can appreciate
no others after be has aocustopr d his taste
to and saturated his mind vfth abomi
nable publications.
Pefnicious literature appears to consume
the very intellect of its readers, as opium
smoking destroys the intellect of the
smoker, for such readers appear to possess
no knowledge of matters which directly
or indirectly affect themselves or their fel
low creatures. They take but little, if any,
interest in matters which rightly claim the
attention of all members of the human
race, but concentrate their attention upon
what is called by the far too mild name
sensational literature.—Westminster Re
view.
The Officer In Berlin.
With all their fine uniforms and privi
leges of precedence one cannot help feeling
sorry for these officers, many of whom are
brave, noble men, for they are so bound
and tied by the cords of trifling conven
tionalities. They must not cany umbrel
las, no matter how it storms, for they thus
show their endurance by a fine disregard
for the weather, which in Berlin pouts
and cries all winter. Then they never
must ride in an ordinary omnibus, for tbat
is beneath their dignity. Owing to the
common sense of the late Emperor Fred
erick, who while crown prinoe sanctioned
the use of -the street cars by officers (be
himself rode on the first one which made
its appearance in Berlin SO years ago), the
army can enjoy that common blessing, but
if they take a cab it must be a first class
one, and if they go to an entertainment
they must occupy a place in the most ex
pensive part of the house.
Only boys whose families can afford to
set aside a certain sum of money for their
use can enter the army, for the pay is in*
adequate to meet the style in which an
officer must live. Think of 125 a month
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Schedule in Effect Jan. 9, 1898,
•No.« No. jj-TToTi~i — ' HFLu
Daily. Dally. Daily, i »tatio»B. Daily. Dally. Daily.
7sopm 4 06pm TfiOamLv..Atlanta 786 pm 1120 am 746ai
8m pm 447 pm 8 28am;LvJonesboro.Ar 642 pm 1088 am Jj** l
915 pm 530 pm 912 am LvGriffinAr 613 pm *s*am •jJ* l
945 pm 6 06pm 945 am Ar BarneavfileLv 6 42pm 922 am *<Tai
Tl 40 pm tlffSpm Ar.... -TbomaatonLv ta Wpm+7 00 am! , „
lOlspm 631 pm 1015 am ArForsyth...Lv 514 pm BStaas!
1110 pm 720 pm 11 »am ArMaconLv 4Upra
1219 am 810 pm UOOpm ArGurdonLv 104 pm fleam »»as
?8 50 pm tl U pm Ar....Milli><!reville.. Lv M3oam
•Daily, texoept Bunday. " , .
Train for Newnan and Carrollton leaves Griffin at On am. and 1 s 0 par dally excep
Sunday. Retwrnina, arrives in Griffin 6SO p m and ffi 40 p m daily except Sunday. Fo
further information apply to
C.B. warn. Ticket Agent, Griffin, Ga
FH*O. D, KLINE, GenUßupL.BavaiiMh.aa.
J. C. HAILB. Gen. Paawnuer Ajrent, Bav«unah,O»
ffi-H. HINTON. Traffic Manairer. Scvannab. Ga.
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