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ANNOUNCBWENTB. _ I For County Surveyor. I , Announce myself a candidate S >»bjKi<» ,bed * a b Sjbll. ■kw*- * . —rxcj. .. For county Commissioner. I Call ■ Please announce that I B Candidate for re-election for County I 5.® “miMioner, subject to the action of the ’ denW ?hP support oi all the voters. ? haV e the suppo ? TIDWELL. At the solicitation of many voters I . ~hv announce myself a candidate for I H e commissioner, subject to the dem- I bußiness-l ike Idrn fiiislrß- —■ I t hereby announce myself a candidate I County Commissioner, subject to the primary to be held June 23, ST If elected, I pledge myself to eco -nmieal and business methods in conduct ?° the affdrs of the county. Ing the a! W.J.FUTRAL. I I hereby announce myself a candidate I tor county Commissioner of Spalding 1 county, subject to the Democratic primary f sjuM23d. W. W. CIIAMPIQN- To the Voters of Spalding County: I hereby announce myself a candidate for reflection to the office of County Commis sioner of Spalding county, subject to the democratic primary to be held on Jnne 23, I 1898. My record in the past is my pledge for future faithfulness. D. L. PATRICK. For I To the Voters Qi Spalding County: I am a candidate for Representative to the legislature, subject to the primary of the democratic party, and will appreciate your support. J.P. HAMMOND. Editor Call: Please announce my name as a candidate for Representative from Spalding county, subject to the action of the democratic party. I shall be pleased to receive the support of all the voters,and if elected will endeavor to represent the interests of the whole county. J. B. Bull. For Tax Collector- “I respectfully announce to the citizens of Spalding county that I am a candidate for re-election to the office of Tax Collec tor of this county, subject to the choice ot the democratic primary, and shall be grateful for all votes given me. T. R. NUTT, ___ ■ •' For County Treasurer. To the Voters of Spalding Count?: I respectfully announce myself a candidate for election for the office of County Treas urer, subject to the democratic primary, and if elected promise to attend faithfully to the performance of the duties of the office, and will appreciate the support oi my friends. W. P. HORNE. To the Voters of Spalding County: I announce myself a candidate for re-elec tion for the office of County Treasurer, subject to democratic primary, and if elect ed promise to be as faithful in the per formance of my duties in the future as I have been in the past. J. 0. BROOKS. For Tax Receiver. Editor Call :* Please announce to the voters of Spalding county that I am a can* didate for the office of fc ,Tax Receiver, sub ject to the Democratic primary of June 23rd, and respectfully ask the support oi all voters of this county. Respectfully, r h. YARBROUGH. I respectfully announce myself as a can didate for re-election to the office of Tax Receiver of Spalding county .subject to the action of primary, if one is held. 8. M. M’COWELL. For Sheriff. I respectfully inform my friends—the -people of Spalding county—th at I am a candidate for the office of Sheriff, subject to the verdict of a primary, if one is held Your support will be thankfully received - and duly appreciated. M J. PATRICK. I am a candidate for the democratic nomination for Sheriff, and earnestly ask the support of all my friends and the pub lic. If nominated and elected, it shall be my endeavor to fulfill the duties of the of fice as faithfully as in the past. M. F. MORRIS. ■ ... -■ . J, SPRING REMEDIES For “that tired feeling,'* spring fever and the general lassitude that comes with warm days, when the system hasn’t been cleansed from the impurities that winter oas harvested in the blood, you will find n our Spring Tonic and Stomach Bitters. For purifying the blood and giving tone to the body they are unexcelled I N. B. DREWRY * SON, 28 Hill Street. Registration Notice. The county registration books are now ?P® n s my offlc ® ln Hasselkus’ Shoe Store qualified to do so should call and ~_?. e y will close twenty days before each •lection. T. R. NUTT, T, U. K * CLEANSED IN BLOOD. ’ DR. TALMAGE ILLUSTRATED AN OLD e TESTAMENT SCENE. • Sins That Only Blood Can Remove - Glort- on. Freedom of a Purified Sonl What We Are Taught by the Bird, of Aa -3 ©lent Sacrifice. ’ (Copyright, 1898, by American Press Asso ciation.] WASHINGTON, May 29. From a scene of old Dr. Talmage in this sermon presents [ the old gospel under another phase; text, r Leviticus xiv, 6-7: “And the priests shall - command that one of the birds be killed ■ in an earthen vessel, over running watA - As for the living bird, he shall take it, * and the cedar wood, and tho scarlet, and the'hyssop and shall dip them and the liv ing bird in the blood of tho bird that was 5 killed fiver the running water, and he 3 shall sprinkle upon him that Is to be cleansed from the leprosy seven times and . shall pronounce him clean and shall lot . the living bird loose into the open field. ’’ The Old Testament to very many peo ple is a great slaughter house strewn with the blood and bents and horns and hoofs of*butchered animals. It offends their ’ sight; it disgusts their taste; it actually ■ nauseates the stomach. But to the intel ligent Christian tho Old Testament is a magnificent corridor through which Jesus advances. As he appears at the other end [ of the corridor we can only see the out r lines of his character. Coming nearer, we . can descry the features. But when at last ) he stepfi upon the platformof tho New , Testament, amid jho torches of evangelists ! and apostles, the 1 orchestras of heaven an nounce him with a blast of minstrelsy that wakes up Bethlehem at midnight. There were a great many cages of birds brought down to Jerusalem for sacrifice— sparrows and pigeons and turtledoves. !I. [ can hear them.now, whistling, caroling > and singing all around about the temple. > When a leper was to becurcd of his leprosy, ■ in order to his cleansing two of these birds were taken. One of them was slain over an earthen vesafcl of running water—that , is, clear, fresh water—and then the bird , was killed. Another bird was then taken, t tied to a hyssop branch and plunged by [ the priest into the blood of the first bird, and then with this hyssop branch, bird , tipped, the priest would sprinkle the leper seven times, then untie the bird from the hyssop branch, and it would go soaring into the heavens. Now open your eyes wide, my dear brethren and sisters, and see that that first i bird meant Jesus and that the second » bird means your own soul ~ . There is nothing more suggestive than t a caged bird. In the down of its breast j you can see the glow of southern climes. In the sparkle of lt« eye you can see the flash of distant seas. In its voice you can hear the song it learned in the wildwood- It is a child of the sky in captivity. Now the dead bird of my text, captured from : the air, suggests the Lord Jesus, who came i down from the realms of light and glory. . He once stood in the sunlight of heaven. , He was the favorite of the land. He was the King’s Son. Whenever a victory was gained or a throne set up he was the first to hear it He could not walk incognito along the streets, for all heaven knew him. For eternal ages he had dwelt amid the mighty populations of heaven. No holi day had ever dawned on the city when he ' was absent Ho was not like an earthly ' prince, occasionally issuing from a palace heralded by a troop of clanking horse guards. No; he was greeted everywhere as a brother", and all heaven was perfectly at home with him. But one day there came word to the pal ace that an insignificant island was in re bellion and was cutting itself to pieces , with aharchy. I hear an angel say: “Let , it perish, The King’s realm vast enough wlthout'Uhe island*. The tributes to the ' King oroqprge enough without that. Wo i can spare it.” “Not so, ” said tho Prince, the King’s Son, and I see him push out One day under the protest of a great com pany. He starts straight for the rebellious island. He lands amid the execrations of the inhabitants, that grow in violence un- ■ til the malice of earth has smitten him, : and tho spirits of- tho lost world put their i black wings over his dying head and shut the sun out. The hawks and vultures swooped upon this dove of the text, until head am! breast and feet ran blood—until under the flocks and beaks of darkness the poor thing perished. No wonder it 1 was a bird that was taken and slain over ‘ an earthen vessel of running water. It ' was a child of the skies. It typified him who came down from heaven in agony and I blood to save our souls. Blessed be his glorious name forever! A Clean Bird. » I notice also in my text that the bird : that was slain was a clean bird. The text demanded that it should be. The raven ’ was never sacrificed, nor the cormorant, i nor the vulture. It must be a clean bird, says the text, and it suggests the pure Je sus—the holy Jesus. Although he spent his boyhood in the worst village on earth, ■ although blasphemies were poured into his ear enough to have poisoned any one else, ho stands before the world a perfect Christ. Herod was cruel, Henry VIII was unclean, William 111 was treacherous, but point out a fault of our King. Answer me, ye boys who knew him on the streets of Nazareth! Answer me, ye miscreants who saw him die! The skeptical tailors have tried for 1,800 years to find out one hole in this seamless garment, but they have not found it. The most ingenious and eloquent infidel of this day in the last line of his-book, all of which denounces Christ, says, “All ages must proclaim that among the eons es men there is none greater than Jesup ’’ So let this bird of the text be cleap'—its feet fragrant with the dew that it pressed, its beak carrying sprig of thyme and frankincense, its feath ers washed in summer showers. O thou spotless Son of God, impress us with thy innocence! Thou lovely source of true delight. Whom I, unseen, adore. Unveil thy beauties to my sight, That I may love thee more. I remark, also, in regard to this first ' bird mentioned in the text that it was a defenseless bird. When the eagle is as saulted, with its iron beak it strikes like a bolt against its adversary. This was a dove or a sparrow, we do not know just which. Take the dove or pigeon in your jiand, and the pecking of its beak on your hand makes you laugh at the feebleness of its assault. The reindeer-after it is down may fell you with its antlers. The ox after you think it is dead may break your ! leg in its death struggle. The harpooned whale in its last agony may crush you in the coil of tho unwinding repo But this was a dove or a sparrow—perfectly harm ' less, perfectly defenseless—type of him > who said, “I have trod the wine press 1 alone, and there was none to help. ” None to help! The murderers have it all their 1 own way. Where was the soldier In the Roman regiment who swung his sword tn the defense of theft vine martyr? Did they put ono drop of oil on his gashed feet? was there one in all thatcrowd manly and generous enough to sta :d up for him? Wore tho miscreants nt the cross any more interfered with in their work of spiking him fast than the carpenter in his shop driving a nail through a pine board? The women cried, but there was no balm in their tears. None to help, none to help I O my Lord Jesus, none to help! The wave of anguish came up to the arch of his feet, came up to his knee, floated to his waist, rose to his chin, swept to his temples, yet none to help! Ten thousand times ten thousand angels in the sky ready at com mand to plunge Into the bloody affray and strike back the hosts of darkness, yet none to help, none to help! Oh, this dore of the text in Its last mo ment clutched not with angry talons! It plunged not a savage beak. It was a dove —helpless, defenseless. None to help, none to help!" “ ! • '*"'■* ; As after a severe storm in the morning you go out and find birds dead on the snow, so this dead bird of the text makes mo think of that awful storm that swept the earth on crucifixion day, when the wrath of God, and the malice of man, and the fury of devils wrestled beneath the throe crosses. As we sang just now: Well might the sun in darkness hide And shut his glories in When Christ, the mighty Maker, died For man, the creature’s sin. But I come now to speak of this second bird of the text We must not let that fly away until we have examined it. The priest took tho second bird, tied it to the hyssop branch and then plunged it in the blood of the first bird. Ah, that is my soul, plunged for cleansing in the Saviour’s blood! There Is not enough water In the Atlantic and Pacific oceans to wash away, our smallest sin. Sin is such nn outrage on God’s universe that nothing ljut blood can atone for it. You know tho life lain the blodd, and as the life had been forfoit- nothing could hjty it . back but blood. What was it that was sprinkled op the doorposts when tho destroying angel went through the land? Blood. What was it that went streaming from the altar of an cient sacrifice? Blood. What was it that the priest carried into the holy ot holies, making intercession for tho people? Blood. What was it that Jesus sweat in the garden of Gethsemane? Great drops of blood. What does the wine in the sacramental cup signify? Blood. What makes tho robes of the righteous in heaven so fair? They are washed in the blood of the Lamb. What is it that cleanses all our pollution? The blood of Jesus Christ, that cleanseth from all sin. I hear somebody saying. “I do not like such a sanguinary religion as Chat. ” Do you think it is very wise for the patient to tell the doctor, “I don’t like the medicine you have given me?” If ho wants to be cured, he had better take the medicine. My Lord God has offered us a balm, and it is very foolish for us to say, “I don’t like that balm.” We had better take it and be saved. But you do not oppose the shedding of blood in other directions and for other ends. If 100,000 men go out to battle for their country and have to lay down their lives for free institutions, is there anything ; ignoble about that? No, you say, “glorious sacrifice rather.” And is there anything ignoble in the idea that the Lord Jesus Christ, by tho shedding of his blood, delivered not only one land but all lands and all ages from bondage, intro ducing men by millions and millions into the liberty of the sons of God? Is there anything ignoble about that? As this - second bird of the text was plunged in the blood of the first bird, so we must be washed in tho blood of Christ or go polluted forever. -.■ Let the water and tho blood, From thy side a healing flood, Be of ain the double cure, Bave from earth"and make mo pure. Glorious Freedom. I that as soon as this second bird was dipped in the blood of tho first bird the priest unloosened it and it was free—free of wing and free of foot. It could whet its beak on any tree branch it chose. It could peck the grapes of any vineyard it chose. It was free; a type of our souls after we have washed in the blood of the Lamb. We can go where we wtll. We can do what wo wilL You say, “Had you not better qualify that?” No; for I remember that in conversion the will is changed, and the man will not will that which is wrong. There is no strait jacket in our religion. A state of sin is a state of slavery. A state of pardon is a state of emancipation. The hammer of God’s grace knocks the hopples from the feet, knocks The handcuffs from the wrist, opens the door into a landscape all aahim mer with fountains and abloom with gar dens. It is freedom. • ’ If a man has become a Christian, he is no more afraid of SinaL Tho thunders of Sinai do not frighten him. You have on some August day seen two thunder show ers meet. One cloud from this mountain and another cloud from that mountain, coming nearer and nearer together and re sponding to each other, crash to crash, thunder to thunder, boom, boom! And then the clouds break and the torrents pour, and they are emptied perhaps into the very same stream that comes down so red at your feet that it seems as if all the carnage of the storm battle has been emptied into it. So in this Bible I see two storms gath er, one above Sinai, the other above Cal vary, and they respond one to the other— flash to flash, thunder to thunder, boom, boom. Sinai thunders, “The.soul that sinneth, it shall die;” Calvary responds, “Save them from going down to the pit, for I have found a ransome. ’ ’ Sinai says, ‘Woe! woe!” Calvary answers, “Mercy! mercy I” And then the clouds burst and empty their treasures into one torrent, and it comes flowing to our feet, red with the carnage of our Lord, in which, if thy soul be plunged, like the bird in the text, it shall go forth free—free I Oh, I wish all people to understand this, that when a man becomes a Christian he does not be come a slave, but that ho becomes a free man; that ho has larger liberty after ho becomes a child of God than before he be came a child of God. General Fish said that he once stood at a slave block where an old Christian min ister was being sold. The auctioneer said of him: “What bid do I hear for this man? He is a very good kind of a man; he is a minister.” Somebody said, “Twenty dol lars” (he was very old and not worth much), somebody else, “Twenty-five,” “Thirty,” “Thirty-five,” “Forty.” The aged Christian minister began to tremble. He had expected to be able to buy his own freedom, and he had just 170 and expected with the 970 to get free. .As tho bids ran up the old man trembled more and more. “Forty,” "Forty-five,” “Fifty,” “Fifty five, ""Sixty,’’“Sixty-five.” Theoldman cried out, “Seventy.” He was afraid they would outbid him. The men around were transfixed. Nobody dared bid, and the auctioneer struck him down to himself— done —done! But by reason of sin we are poorer titan ■■ I that African. We cannot buy dnr own de liverance. The voices of death are biddins for us, and they bid us iu, and they bid us down. But the Toni Jesus Christ oomos and says: “I will buy that man. I bid*for him my Bethlehem manger. I bid for him my hunger on the mountain. I bld for him my aching head. I bld for him my fainting heart. I bid for him all my wounds.” A voice from tho throne of Godsayat "It is enough! Jesus has bought him.” Bought with a price. The pur chase complete. It is done. The crest tnnaaction'B done, lam myJUord'H, and he is mine. He drew me, and I followed on. Charmed to confeea the voice diviiw. Why, is not a man free when he gets rid of his sins? Tho sins of the tongue gone, the sins of action gone, the sins of the mind gone. All tho transgressions of 80, 40, 60, 70 years gone—no more in the soul than the malaria that floated in the atmos phere a thousand years ago, for when my Lord Jesus pardons a mnn he pardons him, and there is no halfway work about it. Here I see a beggar going along the turnpike road. He is worn out with dis ease. He is stiff in the joints. He is ulcer ed all over. He has rheum in his eyes. He is sick and wasted. He is in rags. Every time he puts down his swollen feet he cries, “Oh, the pniu I" lie secs a fountain by the roadside under .a tree, and he crawls upto that fountain and says: “I must wash. Here I may cool my ulcers, Here I may get rested.” Ho stoops down and scoops up in the palm of his hands enough water to slake his thirst, and that is all gone. Then he stoops down and begins to wash his eyes, and tho rheum is all gone. Then he puts In his swollen feet, and the swelling is gone. Then, willing no longer to be only half cured, he plunges in, and his whole body is laved in the stream, and be gets upon the bank well. Meantime tho owner of the manison up yonder comes down, walking through the ravine with his only eon, and he sees the bundle of .rags and afcks, “Whose rags are these?” A voice from the fountain says, “Those are my rags.” Then says the master to his son, "Go up to the house and get the best new suit you can find and bring itdown. ” And he brings down the clothes, and the beggar is clothed in them, and he looks around and says: “I was filthy, but now lam clean. I was ragged, but pow lam robed. I was blind, but now I see. Glory be to the owner of that mansion, and glory be to that son who brought me that new suit of clothes, and glory be to this foun tain, where I have washed, and where all who will may wash and be clean!” Where sin abounded, grace doth much more abound. The bird has been dipped; now let it fly away. The next thing I notice about this bird when it was loosened (and this is the main idea) is that it flew away. Which way did it go? When you let a bird loose from your grasp, which way does it fly? Up. What are wings for? To fly with. Is there anything in the suggestion of the di rection taken by that bird to indicate which way we ought to go? Rise, my soal, and stretch thy wings. Thy better portion trace. Rise from transitory things To heaven, thy native place. Flying Heavenward. We should bo going heavenward. That is tho suggestion. But I know that we have a great many drawbacks. You had them this morning perhaps. You had them yesterday, or the day before, and al though you want to be going heavenward, > yon are constantly discouraged. But I 1 suppose when that bird went out of the priest’s hands it went by inflections— i sometimes stooping. A bird does not shoot directly up, but this is the motion of a bird. So the soul soars toward God, rising up in love and sometimes depressed by trial. It does not always go in the direc tion it would like to go, but the main course is right. There is one passage in the Bible which I quote oftoner to myself than any other, “He knoweth our frame, and hejeemembereth that we are dust ” Thete Is a legend in Iceland which says that when Jesus was a boy playing with his comrades one Sabbath day he made birds of clay, and as these birds of clay were standing upon the ground an old Sadducee came along, and he was disgust i cd at the sport and dashed the birds to pieces, but the legend says that Jesus waved his hand above the broken birds, and they took wing and went singing heavenward. Os course that is a fable among the Icelanders, but it is not a fable that we are dust and that, the hand of divine grace waved over us once, we go singing toward the skies. I wish, my friends, that we could live in a higher atmosphere. If a man’s whole life object is to make dollars, he will be running against those who are making dollars. If his whole object is to get ap plause, ho will run against those who are i seeking applause. But if he rises higher than that he will not be interrupted in his flight heavenward. Why does that flock of birds, floating up against the blue sky so high that you can hardly see them, not change its course for spire or tower? They are above all obstructions. So we would not have so often to change our Christian course if we lived in a higher atmosphere nearer Christ, nearer the throne of God. i Oh, ye who have been washed in the blood of Christ—ye who have been loosed from the hyssop branch —start heavenward. It i may be to some of you a long flight. Temptations may dispute your way, storms of bereavement and trouble may strike your soul, but God will see you through. Build not on the earth. Set your affec i tlons on things in heaven, not on things on earth. This is a perishing world. Its flowers fade. Ito fountains dry up. Its promises cheat. Set your affections upon Christ and heaven. I rejoice, my dear brethren and sisters in Christ, that the flight will after awhile be ended. Not al ways beaten of the storm. Not always go ing on weary wings. There is a warm dovecot of eternal rest where we shall And a place of comfort, to the everlasting joy of our souls. Oh, they are going up all the time—going up from this dnxroh—go ing up from all the families and from all the churches of the land, the weary doves seeking rest in a dovecot. Oh, that in that good land we may all meet when Our trials are over! We cannot get into the glorious presence of our de parted ones unless we have been cleansed in the same Mood that washed their sins away. I know this is true of all who have gone in, that they were plunged in the blood, that they were unloosed from the hyssop branch. Then they went singing into glory. See that ye refuse not him that speaketh, for if they escaped not who refuse him that spake on earth how much more shall not we escape if we turn away from him that speaketh from heaven? Napoleon** PrwisioM. 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