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WELLS OF COMFOBT. ■* ' REV. DR. TALMAGE . FINDS INSPIRA TION IN THE DESERT. Oar Duty la to Find Oar Life’s Work and Stick to It—Wo Are Frone to Try to Lead When We Are Only Fitted to Follow. Influence of Parente on Children. [Copyright. 1898. s^™Y~ lcan Pres 3 Asso- \V ashington, March 20.—This discourse of Dr. Talmage draws from an oriental scene soma stirring lessons and points to wells ot comfort in unexpected places; text. Genesis xxl, 19, “And God opened her eyes, and she saw a well of water, and she went and filled the bottle with water and gave the lad drink." Morning breaks upon Beersheba. There is an early stir in the house of old Abra ham. There has been trouble among the domestics. Hagar, an assistant in the household, and her son, a brisk hid of lfh years, have become Impudent and inso lent, and Sarah, the mistress of the house hold, puts her foot down very hard and says that they will have to leave the prem ises. They are packing up now. Abra ham, knowing that the journey before his servant and her son will be very long across desolate places, in the kindness of his heart sets about putting up some bread and a bottle with water in ft. It is a very plain lunch that Abraham provides, but I warrant you there would have been enough ot it had they not lost their way. “God be with you," said old Abraham as ho gave the lunch to Hagar and a good many charges as to how she should conduct the journey. Ishmael, the boy, I suppose, bounded away in the morning light. Boys always like a change. Poor Ishmael I Ho has no idea of the disasters that are ahead of him. Hagar gives one lang, lingering look on the familiar place where she had spent so many happy daj% each scene as sociated with the pride and joy of her heart, young Ishmael. The scorching noon comes on, The air is stifling and moves across tho desert with insufferable suffocation. Ishmael, the boy, begins to complain and lies down, but Hagar rouses him up, saying nothing about her own weariness or the sweltering heat; for mothers can endure anything. Trudge, trudge, trudge. Crossing tho dead level of the desert, how wearily and slowly the miles slip! A tamarind that seemed hours ago to stand 'only just a lit tle ahead, inviting the travelers to come under its shadow, now is as far off as ever or seemingly so. Night drops upon the desert, and the travelers are pillowless. Ishmael, very weary, I suppose Instantly falls asleep. Hagar, as the shadows of the night begin to lap over each other—Hagar hugs her weary boy to her bosom and thinks of the fact that it is her fault that they are in tho desert. A star looks out, and every falling tear it kisses with a sparkle. A wing of wind comes over the hot earth and lifts the locks from the fevered brow of the boy. Hagar sleeps fit fully, and in her dreams travels over the weary day and half awakes her son by cry ing out in her sleep: “Ishmael! Ishmael!" We Mast Find Oar Sphere. And so they go on day after day and night after night, for they have lost their way. No path in tho shifting sands; no sign in the burning sky. The sack empty of the flout; the water gone from the bot tle. What shall she do? As she puts her fainting Ishmael under a stunted shrub of the arid plain she sees the bloodshot eye and feels the hot hand and watches tho blood bursting from the cracked tongue, and there is a shriek in the desert of Beer sheba: “Wo shall diol We shall die!" Now, no mother was over made strong enough to hear her son cry in vain for a drink. Heretofore sho had cheered her boy by promising a speedy end of tho jour ney, and even smiled upon him when sho felt desperately enough. there is nothing to do but place him under a shrub and let him die. Sho had thought that she would sit thoro and watch until tho spirit of her boy would go away forever, and then she would breathe out her own life on his silent heart, but as the boy be gins to claw his tongue in agony of thirst and struggle in distortion and begs his mother to slay him she cannot endure the spectacle. She puts him under a shrub and goes off a bow shot, and begins to weep until all the dosdrt seems sobbing, and her cry strikes clear through the heav ens, and an angel of God comes out on a cloud and looks down upon the appalling grief and cries, “Hagar, what aileth thee?” Sho looks up and sho sees the angel point ing to a well of water, where sho fills the bottle for the lad.- Thank God! Thank God! I learn from this oriental scene, in the first place, what a sad thing it is when people do not know their place and get too proud for their business. Hagar was an assistant in that household, but she want ed to rule there. She ridiculed and jeered until her son, Ishmael, got the same tricks. She dashed out her own happiness and threw Sarah into a great fret, and if she had staid much longer in that household she would have upset calm Abraham’s equilibrium. My friends, one-half of the trouble in tho world today comes from the fact that people do not know their place or, finding their place, will not stay in it. When we come into tho world, there is al ways a place ready for us. A place for Abraham. A place for Sarah. A place for Hagar. A place for Ishmael. A place for you and a place for me. Our first duty is to find our sphere; our second is to keep it. Wo may bo born in a sphere far off from the one for which God finally intends us. Sixtus V was born on the low ground and was a swineherd. God called him up to wave a scepter. Ferguson spent his early days in looking after sheep. God called him up to look after stars and boa shepherd watching the flocks of light on the hillsides of heaven. Hogarth began by engraving pewter pots. God raised him to stand in the enchanted realm of a painter. The shoemaker's bench held Bloomfield for a little while,’ but God raised him to sit in the chair of a philoso-’ pher and Christian scholar. The soap boiler of London could not keep his son in that business, for God had decided that Hawley was to be one of the greatest as tronomers of England. Labor Is Honorable. On the other hand we may bo born in a sphere a little higher than that for which ’ God intends u& We may be born in a castle, and play in a costly conservatory, and feed high bred pointers, and angle for goldfish in artificial ponds, and be familiar with prindes, yet God may better have fit ted Us for a carpenter’s shop, or dentist’s forceps, or a weaver’s shuttie, or a black smith’s forge. The great thing is to find just the sphere for which God intended us and then to occupy that sphere and occupy it forever. Here is a man God fashioned to make a plow. There is a man God fash ioned to make a constitution. The man who makes thb plow is just as honorable as the man who makes the constitution. ; MB.iWW • xpasais w i There is a woman who was made to fash ' ion a robe, and yonder is one intended to !be a queen and wear it. It seems to me that in the one case as in tho other God appoints the sphere, and tho needle is just as respectable in his sight as the scepter. I do not know but that the world would long ago have been saved if some of the men out of the ministry wore in it and some ot those who arc in it were out of it. I really think that one-half the world may be divided into two quarters—those who have not found their sphere and those who, having found it, are not willing to stay there. How many are struggling for a position a little higher than that which God intendfed them! Tho bondswoman wants to be mistress. Hagar keeps crowd ing Sarah. Thb small wheelT>f a watch which beautifully went treading its golden pathway wants to be the balance wheel, and the sparrow with chagrin drops into the brook because it cannot, like the eagle, cut a circle under the sun.' Joy of Contentment. In tho Lord’s army we all want to be brigadier generals! The sloop says: “More mast, more tonnage, more canvas, ph, that I were a topsail schooner, or a full rigged brig, or a Cunard steamer!” And so the world is filled with cries of discon tent because wo are not willing to stay in the place where God put jus, and intended us to be. My friends, bo not too proud to do anything God tells you to do; for tho lack of a right disposition ip this respect the world is strewn with wandering Ha gars and Ishmaels. ‘ God has given each one of us a work to do. You carry a scut tle of coal up that dark alley. You dis tribute that Christian tract. You give SIO,OOO to the missionary cause. You for 15 years sit with chronic rheuiqatism. dis playing tho beauty of Christian submis sion. Whatever God calls you to, whether it win hissing or huzza; whether, to walk under triumphal arch or lift the sot out of tho ditch; whether it be to preach on a Pentecost or tell some wanderer of the street of tho mercy of the Christ of Mary Magdalene; whether.i,t bo to weave a gar land for a laughing child on a spring morn ing and call her a. May queen, <jr to comb out tho tangled locks of a waif of the street and cut up one of your old dresses to fit her out for tho sanctuary—do it, and do it right away. Whether it be a crown or yoke, do hot fidget. Everlasting hon ors upon those who do their work, and do their whole work, and are contented In the sphere in which God has put them, while there is wandering and exile and desola tion and wilderness for discontented Ba-, gar and Ishmael. Again, I find in this oriental scene a lesson of sympathy with woman when she goes forth trudging in the desert. What a great change it was for this Hagar! There was the tent, and all the surroundings of Abraham’s house, beautiful and luxuri ous, no doubt. Now sho is going out into tho hot sands of tho desert. Oh, what a change it was! And in our day we often see the wheel of fortune turn. Here is some one who lived in the very bright home of her father. Sho had everything possible to administer to her happiness— plenty at the table, music in the drawing room, welcome at tho door. She is led forth into life by some one who cannotfflp preoiate her. A dissipated soul comes and takes her out in thb desert. Cruelties blot out all tho lights of that home circle. Harsh words wear out her spirits. Tho high hope that shone out over the mar riage altar while the ring was being set, and the vows given, and the benediction pronounced, have all faded with the orange blossoms, and there sho is today broken hearted, thinking of past joys and present desolation and coming anguish. Hagar in tho wilderness! Woman’s Responsibilities. Here is a beautiful homo. You cannot think of anything that qan be added to it. For years there has not been the sugges tion of a single trouble. Bright and happy children fill tho house with laughter and song. Books to read. Pictures to look at. Lounges to rest on. Cup of domestic joy full and running over. Dark night drops. Pillow hot. Pulses flutter. Eyes close. And the foot whose well known steps on the doorsill brought the whole household out at eventide crying, “Father’s com ing!” will never sound on tho doorsill again. A long, deep grief plowed through all that brightness of domestic life. Para dise lost. Widowhood. Hagar in the wil derness ! How often is it we see the weak arm of woman tonscrlptcd for this battle with the rough world. Who is she going down the street in tho early light of the morn ing, pale with exhausting work, not half slept out with the slumbers of last night, tragedies of suffering written all over her face, her lusterless fcyes looking far ahead, as though for the coming of some other trouble? Her parents called her Mary or Bertha or Agnes on the day when they held her up to the font and the Christian minister sprinkled on tho infant’s face the washings of a holy baptism. Her name is changed now. I hear it in the shuffle of the wornout shoes. I see it in the figure of the faded calico. I find it in the linea ments of the woe begone countenance. Not Mary nor Bertha nor Agnes, but Hagar in the wilderness. May God have mercy upon woman in her toils, her struggles, her hardships, her desolation, and may the great heart of divine sympathy inclose her forever! Again, I find in this oriental scene the fact that every mother leads forth tremen dous destinies. You say, “That isn’t an unusual scene, a mother leading her child by the band.” Who Is it that she is leading? Ishmael, you say. Who is Ishmael? A great nation is to be founded—a nation so strong that it is to stand for thousands of years against all the armies of the world. Egypt afid Assyria thunder against it, but in vain. Gaulus brings up his army, and his army is smitten. Alexander decides upon a campaign, brings up his hosts and dies. For a long while that nation monopolizes tho learning of the world. It is tho na tion of the Arabs. Who founded it? Ish mael, the lad that Hagar led into the wil derness. She had no idea she was leading forth such destinies. Neither does any mother. You pass along the street and see and pass boys and girls who will yet make the earth quake with their influence. “As the Twix I» Bent.” Who is that boy at Sutton pool, Plym outh, England, barefooted, wading down into the slush and slime until his bare foot comes upon a piece .of glass and he lifts it, bleeding and pain struck? That wound in the foot decides that bo be sed entary In his life, decides that he be a student. That wound by the glass in the foot decides that he shall be John Kitto, who shall provide the best religious ency clopedia the world has ever had provide!, and with his other writings as well throw ing a light upon the word of God such as has come from no other man in this cen tury. O mother, mother, that little hand that wanders over your face may yet be lifted to hurl thunderbolts of war or drop benedictions! That little voice may blas pheme God in the grogshop or cry “For- » ■ ward!" to the Lord’s hosts u« they go out for their last victory. My mind this morning leaps 30 years ahead, and I see a merchant prince of New York. Ono stroke of his pen brings a ship out of Canton. Another stroke of his pen brings a ship into Madras. He is mighty in all the money markets of the world. Who is he? He site on Sabbaths besidp you in church. My mind leaps 30 years forward from this I time and I find myself in a relief associa tion. A great multitude of Christian women have met together for a generous purpose. There is one woman in that crowd who seems to have the confidence of all the others, and they all look up to her for her counsel and for her prayers. Who is she? This afternoon you will find her • 'in the Sabbath school, while the teacher telle her of that Christ who clothed the naked and fed tho hungry and healed the sick. My mind leaps forward 80 years from now, and I find myself in an African jungle, and there is a missionary of the scross addressing the natives, and their dusky countenances are irradiated with the glad tidings of great joy and salvation. Who is he? Did you not hear his voice to day in the opening song of your church service? My mind leaps forward 30 years from now, and I find myself looking through the wickets of a prison. I see a face scar red with every crime. His chin on his open palm, his elbow on his knee—a pic ture of despair. As I open tho wicket, he starts and I hear his chain clank. The jailkeeper tells mo that ho has been in there now three times—first for theft, then for arson, now for murder. He steps up on the trapdoor, tho rope is fastened to bis neck, tho plank falls, his body swings into the air, his soul swings off into eter nity. Who is ho, and where is he? This . afternoon playing kite on the city com mons. Mother, you are now hoisting a throne or forging a chain; you are kin dling a star or digging a dungeon! Child Follows Parent. A Christian mother a good many years ago sat teaching lessons of religion to her child, and he drank in those lessons. She never knew that Lampbier would come forth and establish the Fulton street prayer meeting, and by one meeting revolutionize the devotions of the whole earth and thrill tho eternities with his Christian influence. Lamphier said it Was his mother who brought him to Jesus Christ Sho never had an idea that she was leading forth such destinies. But, oh, when I see a mother reckless of her influence, rattling on toward destruction, garlanded for the sacrifice with unseemly mirth and godless ness, dancing on down to perdition, tak ing her children in the same direction, preparing them for a life of frivolity, a death of shame and an eternity of disaster, I cannot help but say, “There they go, there they go—Hagar and Ishmael!” I tell you there are wilder deserts than Beer sheba in many of the fashionable circles of this day. Dissipated parents leading dis sipated children. Avaricious parents lead ing avaricious children. Prayerless parents leading prayerless children. They go through every street, up every dark alley, into every cellar, along every highway. Hagar and Ishmael! And while I pro nounce their names, it seems like the moaning of the desert wind, “Hagar and Ishmael!” I learn one more lesson from this orien tal scene, and that is that every wilderness has a well in it. Hagar and Ishmael gave up to die. Hagar’s heart sank within her as she heard her child crying: “Wtrter! Water! Water!” “Ah,” She says, “my . darling, there is no water! This is a des ert.” And then God’s angel said from the cloud, “What aileth thee, Hagar?” And she looked up and saw him pointing to a well of water, where she filled the bottle for the lad. Blessed be God that there is in "every wilderness a‘well, if you only know -how to find it—fountains for all these thirsty souls I On that last day, on that great day of tho feast, Jesus stood and cried,.“lf any man thirst, let him come to me and drink.” All these other fountains you find are mere mirages of the desert. Paracelsus, you know, spent his time in trying to find out the elixir of life —a liquid, which, if taken, would . keep ono perpetually young in this world and would change the aged back again to youth. Os course ho was disappointed. He found not the elixir. But here I tell you of the elixir of everlasting life bursting from tho “Rockof Ages,’’and thatdrink ' ing that water you shall never get old, and i you will never be sick, and you will never i die. “Ho, every one that thlrsteth, come • ye to the waters!” Ah, here is a man who ! says, “I have been looking for that foun tain a great while, but can’t find it.” • And here is someone else who says, “I be lieve all you say, but I have been trudging along in the wilderness und can’t find the ■ fountain.” Do you know the reason? I will tell you. You never looked in the i right direction. “Oh,” you say, “I have i looked everywhere. I have looked north, i south, east and west, and I haven’t found ! the fountain.” Why, you are not looking > in the right direction at all. A Well In Every Desert. ; Look up, where Hagar looked. She ’ never would have found tho fountain at . all, but when she heard the voice of the , angel she looked up and she saw the finger . pointing to the supply. And, O soul, if today with one earnest, intense prayer you ( would only look up -to Christ, he would point you down to the supply in the wil derness. “Look unto me, all ye ends of the earth, and be ye saved; for lam God, ! and there is noneelse!” Look! Look, as Hagar looked! j Yes, there is a well for every desert ot , bereavement. Looking over any audience . I notice signs of mourning and woe. j Have you found consolation? Ob, man bereft, oh, woman bereft, have you found J, consolation? Hearse after hearse. We step from one grave hillock to another grave hillock. We follow corpses, our j selves soon to be like them. The world is in mourning for its dead. Every heart has become the sepulcher of some buried joy. But sing ye to God; every wilderness , has a well in it, and I come to that well ’ today, and I begin to draw water for you I from that well. b If you have lived in the country, you have sometimes taken hold of the rope of the old well sweep, and you know how the bucket came up, dripping with bright, - cool water. And I lay hold of the rope of i God’s mercy, and I begin to draw on that 3 gospel well sweep, and I see the buckets 3 coming up. Thirsty soul L Here is ono t bucket of life! Come and drink of it. - “W’hosoever will, let him come and take » «f the water of life freely.” I pull away 3 again at the rope, and another bucket , comes up. It is this promise: “Weeping - may endure for a night, but joy cometh in , the morning.” I lay hold of the rope - again, and I poll away with all my j strength, and the bucket comes up, bright - and beautiful and cool. Here is the prom- 1 Ise: “Come unto me, all ye who are weary 3 and heavy laden, and I will give you rest. ” ? A New Astrology.. The old astrologers used to cheat the people with the idea that they could tell -* ——l - • --- -VMM! from the position of tlw stars what would I occur in tho future, and if a cluster of atars stood in ono relation, wh*v, that would be a prophecy of evil; if a twitter of stars stood in another relation, that would be a prophecy of good. What superstition I But here is a now astrology in which I put al! my faith. By looking up to the star of Jacob, the morning star of the Re deemer, I can make this prophecy in re gard to those who put their trust in God: “All things work together for good to those who love God. ” Do you love him? • Have you seen tho nyctanthes? It is a beautiful flower, but it gives very little fragrance until after sunset. Then it . pours its richness on tho air. And thia grace of the gospel that I commend to you now, while it may be very sweet during the day of prosperity, it pours forth its richest aroma after sundown. And it will be sundown with you and me after awhile. When you conic to go out of this world, will It be a desert march, or will it lx drinking at a fountain? A converted II fndoo was dying, and his heathen comrades camo around him and tried to comfort him by reading some of tho pages of their theology, but he waved his hand, as much as to say, “I don’t want to hear it.” Then they called in a heathen priest, and he said, “If you will only re cite the Numtra, it will deliver you from hell.” He waved his hand, as much as to say, “I don’t want to bear that.” Then they said, “Call on Juggernaut.” Ho shook his head, as much as to say, “I can’t do that.” Then they thought per haps ho was too weary to speak, and they said, “Now, if you can’t say ‘Juggernaut,’ think of him.” He shook his head again, as much as to say, “No, no, no!” Then they bent down to his pillow, and they said, “In what will you trust?” His face lighted up with the very glories of the ce lestial sphere as he cried out, rallying all his dying energies, “Jesus!” Oh, come this hour to tho fountain! I will tell you the whole story in two or three sentences. Pardon for all sin. Comfort for all trou ble. Light for all darkness. And every wilderness has a well in it. Recent Astronomical Progress. The discovery of the last ten years which has most occupied the attention of tho professional astronomer is that of the va riation of latitudes everywhere on the surface of the earth, the law of which has been worked out by Chandler. The varia tion dbes not involve any change in tho actual distance of points on the surface of our globe from each other, but only in the position of tho axis of rotation. If an ob server could station himself at the north pole and erect a stick at the precise point around Which tho earth was at any mo ment rotating, he would find this point to remain nearly in the same position all day or perhaps for a few days. But in the course of he would find it to change its position, and by continuing his ob servations through a period of several years he would find it to move round a central point in a somewhat varying and irregular curve, making a complete revo lution in about 14 months. The greatest distance from the central point might be 25 to 80 feet, but the radius of the circle in which the pole moves ranges between this distance and almost nothing. An observer in 1883-4, or seven years later, in 1891-2, would have found the distance about 80 feet. But during the following revolution, the pole, while keeping up its rotation, would have ap proached Very near the central point, so that during the years 1887-8 and 1894-5 the amount of change was very small.. If Chandler’s prediction be verified, the va riation is now again approaching its lar gest value, and during 1898 will be as large as it ever was. Tho probable cause of the deviation is found in tho annual changes undergone by the jnotlon of tho great masses of air on tho earth’s surface, combined with the deviation of the earth itself from a perfect sphere.—Professor Newcomb in Forum. w A Discredited Drawing. •The Roman correspondent of tho Berlin Tageblatt throws cold water on the exag gerated reports of the discovery by Profess or Marucchi of a drawing of tho cruci fixion on an ancient wall in tho Eternal City. He says that the sketch is so faint that tho outlines of tho cross as well as of the persons surrounding it can bo made out only with the aid of a magnifying glass, and then very imperfectly. To de cipher the scene supposed to be represent ed, to say nothing of tho inscription, re quires a strong imagination. So far as the persons represented are concerned, it is quite impossible to make out what they are doing. Tho hammer that Professor Marucchi thought ho saw in tho hands of one of tho soldiers climbing upon tho cross might just as easily boa flag. Beneath this figure is to be read the name “Mistil lus,” or something like it. In the upper left hand corner are to be seen the Roman numerals XI, IV and V. A ladder is leaning against both crosses represented, and it is quite possible that the picture may be of a scene aboard ship. Os the supposed figure of Christ the correspond ent could see nothing at all. He could read plainly the name"Plletus.” Plainly i also appears through the confused mass of half obliterated Latin and Greek inscrip ' tions, though partly injured by dilapida i tion of the wall, the name “Crestos” I (Christus), behind which a large picture of a hammer plainly appears. The en ! trance to the room where this wall draw ing is found is under the so called ‘ * Bridge I of Caligula.” ! Chinese Minister Puzzled. i Mr. Wu was a guest at the last Gridiron club dinner and was at first somewhat i puzzled regarding the fun that always I goes with a Gridiron dinner. When one i of the members stopped the dinner to com t plain of the soup and the president de • manded that the soup pot be brought in, ! to see what gave the peculiar taste com ; plained of, Mr. Wu looked serious and in- I quired of his neighbor If the trouble could i not be adjusted without breaking up tlje I dinner. He saw the hotel proprietor i brought in, and then the soup pot, and he expected to see trouble over the dinner be i fore it was served. But when tho presi t dent of the club fished out a eivil service ! reform bill from the pot as the source of , the complaint against the soup, the Chi t nese minister saw the humor of the affair t and from that moment there was no guest s who caught on quicker or enjoyed more 3 the jokes of the Gridiron than, did be.— Chicago Inter Ocean. ) r Vessels, Too, Play Hany Parts. 6 The coal barge Yonkers that was lost f recently has a history which illustrates 1 how many parts a vessel may play in her 5 time. Originally she was the Bath built r American clipper ship Tennyson. - Sold to 6 a British firm sho became the Ocean Sig nal Passing to German ownership she ’ was next the ship Deutschland, and as such went ashore on the New Jersey coast, was bought as a wreck, and, repaired, was ! converted into the coal barge Yonkers.- I Buffalo Commercial. ' / , AN OPEN LETTER To MOTHERS. WE ARE ASSERTING IN THE COURTS OUR RIGHT TO THE EXCLUSIVE USE OF THE WORD "CASTORIA,” AND ° PITCHER’S CASTORIA” AS OUR TRADE MARK. /, DR. SAMUEL PITCHER, of Hyannis, Massachusetts, was the originator of “PITCHER’S CASTORIA,” the same that has borne and does now s ‘ on bear the facsimile signature of wrapper. This is the original “ PITCHER’S CASTORIA, “ which has been used in the homes of the Mothers of America far over thirty years. LOOK CAREFULLY at the wrapper and see that it is the kind you have always bought y- on the and has the signature of wrap per. Ho one has authority fro/m to useiny name ex cept The Centaur Company of which Chas. H. Fletcher is President. a * March 8,1897. <- Do Not Be Deceived. Do not endanger the life of your child by accepting a cheap substitute which' some druggist may offer yo” (because he makes .a few more pennies bn it), the in gredients of which even he does not know. “Hie Kind You Have Always Bought’’ BEARS THE FAC-SIMILE SIGNATURE CF . X? 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