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SHUT IN BY DISASTER DR. TALMAGE TALKS ON THE COM PENSATIONS OF SICKNESS. Th. CM* •« Hoali «d the Ark-eta aetere Are God’s Dealvas For Oar Bettermeat—Men Bared by Betas Shat In—A Sermon to Invalids. (Copyright. U9B, American Press Aaso- Wabhikgton, Deo. 11.—This discourse of Dr. Talmage, which Is helpful to all who find life a struggle, is especially ad dressed to a clam of persons probably nev er before addressed in a sermon. The text is Genesis vil, 16, “The Lord chut him in.” Cosmogony has no more interesting chapter than the one which speaks of that catastrophe of the ages, the submersion of our world In time of Noah, the first ship carpenter. Many of the nations who nev er saw a Bible have a flood story—Egyp tian flood story, Grecian flood story, of which Duoalion was the Noah; Hawaiian flood story, New Zealand flood story, Chi nese flood story, American Indian flood story—all of which accounts agree in the Immersion of the continents under uni versal rains, and that there was a ship floating with a select few of the human family and with specimens of zoological and ornithological and reptilian worlds, although I could have wished that these last had been shut out of the ark and drowned. AU of these flood stories represent the ship thus afloat as finally stranded on a mountain top. Hugh Miller in his “Tes timony of the Books’’ thinks that all these flood stories were infirm traditions of the Biblical aooount, and I believe him. The worst thing about that great freshet was that it struck Noah’s Great Eastern from above and beneath. The seas broke the chain of shells and crystal and rolled over the land, and the heavens opened their clouds for falling columns of water which roared and thundered on the roof of the great ship for a month and ten days. There was one door to. the ship, but these were three parte to that door, one part for , each of the three stories. The Bible ac count says nothing about parts of the door belonging to two of the stories, and I do not know on which floor Noah and his family voyaged, but my next tells us that the part of the door of that particular floor on which Noah staid was closed after he bad entered. “The Lord shut him in.’* So there are many people now in the world V who are as thoroughly shut in, some by sickness, some by old age, some by special duties that will not allow them to go forth, some surrounded by deluges of mis fortune and trouble, and for them I often receive messages, and this sermon, which I hope may do good to others, is more es pecially intended for them. Today I ad dress the shut tn. “The Lord shut him in.” The Closed Door. Notice first of all who dosed the door so that they could not get out. Noah did not doit, nor his son Shem, nor did Ham, nor did Japheth, nor did either of the four married women who were on shipboard, nor did desperadoes who bad scoffed at the idea of peril which Noah had been preach ing dose that door. They had turned their backs on the ark and bad in disgust gone away. I will tell you how it was done. A hand was stretched down from heaven to dose that door. It was a divine band as well as a kind hand. “The Lord shut him in.” And the tame kind and sympathetic be ing has shut you in, my reader or my hearer. You thought it was an accident, uscribable to the carelessness or misdoings of others, or a mere “happen so." No, no! God bad gracious design for your betterment, for the cultivation of your patience, for the strengthening of your faith, for the advantage you might gain by seclusion, for your eternal salvation. He put you in a schoolroom, where you could learn in six months or a year more than you could have learned anywhere else in a lifetime. He turned the lattice or pulled down the blinds of the sickroom, or put your swollen foot on an ottoman, or held you amid the pillows of a oouch which you oould not leave, for some rea son that you may not now understand, but which he has promised he will explain to you satisfactorily, if not in this world, then in the world to come, for be has said, “What I do thou knowest not now, but thou sbalt know hereafter!” The world has no statistics as to the number of invalids. The physicians know something about it, and the apothecaries and the pastors, but who can tell us the number of blind eyes, and deaf ears, and diseased lungs, and congested livers, and jangled nerves, and neuralgic temples, and rheumatic feet, or how many took no food this morning because they had no ap petite to eat or digestive organs to assim ilate, or have lungs so delicate they can not go forth when the wind is in the east, or there is a tog rising from the river, or there is a dampness on the ground or pavement because of the frost coming out? It would be easy to count the people who every day go through a street, or the num ber of passengers carried by a railroad company in a year, or the number of those who cross the ocean in ships. But who can give us tbe statistics of the great mul titudes who are ehut In? I call the atten tion pf pH such to their superior oppor tunities of doing good. Consolation of the Sick. Those of us who are well, and can see clearly, and hear distinctly, and partake Os food of all sorts, and questions of diges tion never occur to us, and we can wade tbe snowbanks, and take an equinox in our faces, and endure the thermometer at zero, and every breath of air is a tonic aud a stimulus, and sound sleep meets us within five minutes after our head touches the pillow, do not make so much of an im pression when we talk about the consola tions of religion. The world says tight away: “I guess mistakes buoy ancy pf natural Spirits for religion. What does he know about it? He has never been tried." But when one goes out and reports to the world that that morning on his way to business he called to see you and found you, after being kept in your room for two months, cheerful and hopeful, and that you bad net.ona word of complaint and asked all about everybody and rejoloed in the success of your business friends, al though. .your own business bad almost come to a standstill through your absence from Sfori or office or shop, and that you sent you? love to all yopr old friends and told them that if yop did not meet them again in this world you hoped to meet them in dominions seraphic, with a quiet word of advice from you to the man who carried the message about the importance pf his not neglecting his own soul, but through Christ seeking something better thqn ibis world could give him—why, all the business men in the counting room say, “Good! Now, that is religion.” And the clerks get hold of the story and talk it over, so that tho weigher and cooper and hackman, standing on the doorstep, say: “That is splendid! Now, that is what I call religion.’’ It is a good thing to preach on a Sun day morning, the people assembled in most respectable attire and seated on soft cuahftuis, the preacher standing in neatly upholstered pulpit Surroundtxl by personal friends, and after r.n inspiring hymn baa been sung, and .that sermoxf, if preached in faith, will do good, but the most effect ive sermon is preached by one seated in dressing gown in an armchair into which the Invalid has with much care been lift ed, the surrounding shelves filled with medicine bottles, some to produce sleep, some for the relief of sudden paroxysm, some for stimulant, some for tonic, some for anodyne and same for febrifuge, the pale preacher quoting promises of the gos pel, telling of the glories of a sympathetic Christ, assuring the one or two or three persons who hear it of the mighty re-en foroementa of religion. You cay that to such a sermon there are only one or two or three hearers. Aye, but the visitor calling at that room, then closing the door softly and going away, tells the story, and the whole neighborhood hears it, and it will take all eternity to realize the grand and uplifting influence of that sermon about God and the soul, though preached to an audience of only one man or one wo man. The Lord has ordained all such in valids for a style of usefulness which ath letics and men of 200 healthy avoirdupois cannot affoot. It wit not an enemy that fastened you in that one room or rent you on crutches, the longest journey you have made for many weeks being from bed to sofa and from sofa to looking glass, where you are shocked at the pallor of your own cheek and the plnohedness of your fea tures; then back again from mirror to sofa and sofa to bed, with a long sigh say ing, “How good it feels to get back again to my old place on the pillow I” Remem ber who it is that appointed the day when for the first time in many yean you could not go«to business and who has kept a rec ord of ill the weary days and all the sleep less ni&ts of your exile from the world. O weary man! O foeblewoman.it was The who shut you In I Do you re member that some of the noblest and best of men have been prisoners? Ezekiel a prisoner, Jeremiah a prisoner, Paul a pris oner, St. John a prisoner, John Bunyan a prisoner. Though human hate seemed to have all to do with them, really the Lord shut them in. The Women In the Ark. No doubt, while on that voyage, Noah and his three sons and all the four ladies of the antediluvian world often thought of the bright hillsides and the green fields where they had walked and of the homes where they had lived. They had had many years of experiences. Noah was 606 years old at the time of this convulsion of nature. He had seen 600 springtimes, 600 summers, 600 autumns, 600 winters. We are not told how old his wife was at thia wreck of earth and sky. The Bible tells the age of a great many men, but only once gives a woman’s age. At one time it gives Adam’s age as 130 years, and Jared’s age as 162 years, and Enoch’s age as 365 years, and all up and down the Bible it gives the age of men, but does not give' the age Os women. Why? Be cause, I suppose, •woman's age is none of our business. Ilfat all the men and women that tossed In that oriental craft had lived long enough to remember a great many of the mercies and kindnesses of God, and they could not blot out, and I think they had no disposition to blot out the memory of those brightnesses, though now they were shut in. Neither should the shut in of our time forget the bless ings of the past Have you been blind for ten years? Thank God for the time when you saw as clearly as any of us can see, and let the pageant of all the radiant land scapes and illumined skies which you ever looked upon kindle your rapturous grati tude. I do not see Raphael’s “ Madonna di San Sisto” in the picture gallery of Dresden, nor Rubens’ “Descent From the Cross” at Antwerp, nor Michael Angelo’s “Last Judgment” on the ceiling of the Vatican, nor Saint Sophia at Constan tinople, nor the Parthenon, on the Acro polis, nor the Taj Mahal of India. But shall I not thank God that I have seen them? Is it possible that such midnight darkness shall ever blast my vision that I cannot call them up again? Perhaps you are so deaf that you cannot hear the chirp of bird or solo of cantatrice, or even organ in full diapason, though you feel the foun dations tremble under its majestic roll, or even the thunderstorm that makes Mount Washington echo. But are you not grate ful that once you could hear trill and chant and carol doxology? I cannot this hour hear Jenny Lind sing “Comin Through the Rye,” or Ole Bull’s enchanted viol, of Parepa Rosa’s triumphant voice over many thousands of voices and many thou sands of instruments in the national peace jubilee of 83 years ago, all there sounds accompanied by the ringing of bells and the guns on Boston Common. But can I ever have my ears so silenced that I will not remember that I did hear them? Are you chained to your room now, your pow ers of locomotion all gone, or, if coming to the house of God, every step is a tor ture? Do you forget when in childhood you danced and skipped because you were re full of life you had not patience to walk, and in after years you climbed the moun tains of Switzerland, putting your alpen stock high up on glaciers which few others ever dared and jumped long reaches in competition, and after a walk of ten miles you came in jocund as the morning? Oh, you shut ins I Thank God for a vivid memory of the times when you were free as the chamois on the rocks, as the eagle going straight for the Sun. When the rain pounded the roof of the ark, th* eight voy agers on that craft did not forget the time when it gayly pattered in a summer show er, and when the door of the ark shut to keep out the tempest they did not forget the time when the door of their home in Armenia was closed to keep out the spring rains which came to fill the cups of lily and honeysuckle and make all the trees of the wood clap their hands. Shut Oil From Temptation. Again, notice that during that 40 days of storm which rocked that ship on that universal ocean of -Noah’s time the door which shut the captain of the ship inside the craft kept him from many outside per ils. How those wrathful seas would like to have got their wet hands on Noah and pulled him out and sunk him I And do all of you of the great army of the shut in realize, though you have special temp tations where you are new, how ipuch of the outside style of temptation you escape? Do you, the merchant Incarcerated In the sickroom, realize that every hour of the day you spend looking out of the window or gazing at the particular figure on the wall paper or listening to the clock’s ticks men are being wrecked by the allurements and uncertainties of business life? How many forgeries are committed, how many trust funds an swamped, bow many pub lic moneys are being misappropriated, how many bankruptcies suffered? It may be, it is, very uncomfortable for Noah in side the ark, for the apartment to crowded and the air is vitiated with the breathing of so much human and animal Ufa, but it is not half ag bod for him as though he were outside the ark. There to not an ox, or a camel, or an antelope, or a sheopJn aide the ark as badly off as the proudest king outside. While you are on the pillow or lounge you will make no bad bargains, you will rush into no rash investments, you will avoid the mistakes which thou sands of men as good as you are every day making. Notice also that there was a limit to ths shut in experience of those ancient mari ners. I suppose the 40 days of the de scending and uprising floods and the 160 days, before the passengers could go ashore must have seemed to those eight people in the big boat like a small eternity. “Rain, rain, rain 1” said the wife of Noah. “Will it never stop?” For 40 mornings they looked out and saw not one patch of blue sky. Floating around amid the peaks of mountains, Shem and Ham and Japheth had to hush the fears of their wives lest they should dash against the projecting rocks. But after awhile it cleared off. Sunshine, glorious sunshine, ThosStoend ing mists were folded up into clouds, which Instead of darkening the sky only ornamented it. As they looked out of the windows these worn passengers clapped their hands and rejoiced that the storm was over, and I think if God could stop such a storm as that he could stop any storm in your lifetime experience. If he can control a vulture in midsky, he can stop a summer bat that flies in at your window. At the right time heSUill put the rainbow on the cloud and the deluge of your misfortunes will dry up. I preach the doctrine of limitation, relief and dis enthrallment. At just the right time the pain will cease, the bondage will drop, the imprisoned will be liberated, the fires will go out, the body and mind and soul will be free. Patience I An old English prov erb referring to long continued invalid ism, says, “A creaking gate hangs long on its hinges,” and this may be a pro tracted case of valetudinarianism, but you will have taken the last bitter drop, you Will have suffered the last misinterpreta tion, you will feel the gnawing of the last hunger, you will have fainted the last time from exhaustion, you will have felt the cut of the last lancet, you will have wept under the last loneliness. The last week of the Noaehian deluge came, the last day, the last hour, the last moment The beat ing of the rain on the roof ceased, and the dashing of the billows on the side of the ship quieted, and peacefully as a yacht moves out over quiet Lake Cayuga, Como or Lucerne, the ark with its illustrious passengers and Important freight glided to its mountain wharfage. Coming Ont From the Ark. Notice also that on the cessation of the deluge the shut ins came out, and they built their houses and cultured their gar dens and started a new world on the ruing of the old world that had been drowned out Though Noah lived 850 years after this worldwide accident and no doubt his fellow passengers survived centuries, I warrant they never got over talking about that voyage. Now, I have seen Dore’s pic tures and many other pictures of the en trance into the ark, two and two, of the human family and the animal creation into that ship which sailed between two worlds, antediluvian world and the post diluvian world, but I never saw a picture of their coming out, yet their embarkation was not more important than their disem barkation. Many a crew has entered a ship that never landed. Witness the steam er Portland, a short time ago, with 100 souls on board, going down with all its orew and passengers. Witness the line of sunken ships reaching like a submarine cable of anguish across the ocean depths from America to Europe. If any ship might expect complete wreckage, the one Noah commanded might have expect ed it. But no. Those who embarked dis embarked. Over the plank reaching down the side of the ark to the Armenian cliffs on which they had been stranded the pro cession descended. No other wharf felt so solid or afforded such attractiveness as that height of Ararat when the eight pas sengers put their feet oh it. And no soon er had the last one, the invalided wife of Japheth, been helped down the plank upon the rock than the other apartments of the ship were opened, and such a dash of bird music never filled the air as when the entire orchestra of robin redbreast, and morning lark, and chaffinch, and mocking bird, and house swallow took wing into the bright sky, while the cattle began to low and the sheep to bleat and the horses to neigh for the pasture, which from the awful submergence had now begun to grow green and aromatic. I tell you plain ly nothing interests me more in that trag edy from the first to the last act than the “exit” and the “exeunt," than the fact that the"shutins" became the “goouts.” And I now cheer with thia story all the Inmates of sickrooms snd hospitals, and those prisons where men and women are unjustly eudungeoned, and all the thou sands who are bounded on the north and south and east an! west by floods, by del uges of misfortune and disaster The ark of your trouble, If it does not land on some earthly height of vindication and rescue, will land on the heights celestial. If you have put your trust in God, you will come out in the garden of the King, among orchards bending with 12 manner of fruits and harvests that wave in the light of a sun that never sets. As the eight passengers of that craft of Captain Noah never got over talking about their seafaring experiences, re you who have been the shut ins of earth will add un bounded interest to the conversation of heaven by recalling and reciting your earthly experiences, and the rougher those experiences the more thrilling will they be to yourself and others who listen. As when we sit amid a group of soldiers and hear their story of battle or a group of sailors and hear their story of cyclones we feel stupid because w 6 have nothing in our life worth telling, how uninteresting will be those souls in heaven who had smooth sailing all their lives and no accidents, while Noah tells his story of the deluge, and Lot his story of escape from destroyed cities, and Paul his story of the Alexan drian corn ship, and you tell your story of the days and nights and yean of the times when you were shut in. You will be in teresting and sought after in heaven in proportion as you are martyrized of perse cution and pain on earth. And surely you do not want to get the advantage of heav enly association and consideration without yourself adding some interest to the inter view. I bail all the shut ins because they will be the come outs. Heaven will be all the brighter for your earthly privations and environments. For a man who has always lived in a mansion, and walked in fine gardens, and regaled his appetite on best fruits, and had warmest furs for win ter, coolest linens for August heat, and brilliant earthly surroundings, heaven will not be so much a change of scene. Be will be disposed to say: "Why, I am used to this. Don’t show me the gardens .... ~r , AS» - - ' Why, I was brought up a* Chatsworth. Don’t invite mo Into aw’riot. I always had a splendid turnout. Han’t invite me to the feast. I have been accustomed to Belshaszarian banquets. It would boa relief to me if I could leave heaven a little while and rough it in some other world.” But what a heaven it will be tar those whose limbs were so rheumatic they could not take a step when they get wings! What a heaven it will be for those who were always sick when they are always well, and after 20 years of pain to have millions of years of health I What a light will be the light of heaven for those who on earth could not see their hand before their frees I And what win the music of heaven be to these the tym psnum of whose ears for many years had ceased to vibrato! Denied on earth the pleasure of listening to Handel and Haydn and Mendelssohn’s symphonies, at last reaching a world where there never has been a discord, and hearing singing where all are perfect songsters, and oratorios in which all the nations of heaven chant I Great heaven it will be for all Who get there, but a hun dred times more of a heaven for those who were shut in. The Test ot Ch araetsr. Meanwhile you Lave all divine and an gelic sympathy In your infirmities. That satan thoroughly understood poor human nature was evidenced when, in plotting to make Job do wrong, the great master of evil, after having failed in every other way to overthrow the good man, proposed physical distress, and then the bolls oame which made him swear right out. The mightiest test of character is physical suf fering. Critics are impatient at the way Thomas Carlyle scolded at everything. His 70 years of dyspepsia were enough to make any man scold. When you see peo ple out of patience and irascible and lachrymose, inquire into the case, and be fore you get through with the exploration your hypercriticism will turn to pity, and to the divine and angelic sympathy will be added your own. The clouds of your indignation, which were full of thunder bolts, will begin to ruin tears of pity. By a strange Providence, for which I shall be forever grateful, circumstances with which I think you are all familiar, I have admission through the newspaper press week by week to tens of thousands of God’s dear children who cannot enter church on the Sabbath and hear their ex cellent pastors because of the age of the sufferers, or their Illness, or the lameness of foot, or their incapacity to stay in one position an hour and a half, or their pov erties, or their troubles of some sort will not let them go out of doors, and to them as much as to those who hear me I preach this sermon, as I preach many ot my ser mons, the invisible audience always vaster than the vjsible, some ot them teased on wilder seas than those that tossed the eight members of Noah’s family, and instead of 40 days of storm and 5 months ot being shut in, as they were, it has been with these invalids 5 years of “shut in,” or 10 years of “shut in,” or 20 years of “shnt in.” O comforting God I Help me to comfort them I Give me two hands full of salvo for their wounds! When we were 800 miles out at sea, a hurricane struck us, and the lifeboats were dashed from the davits and all the lights in the cabin were put out by the rolling of the ship atad the water which through the broken skylights had poured in. Captain Andrews entered and said to the men on duty: “Why don** you light up and make things brighter, for ws are going to outride this storm? Passengers, cheer upi Cheer up!” And he struck a match and began to light the burners. He could no* silence either the wind or the waves, but by the striking of that match, accompanied by encouraging words, we were all helped. - Angelic Companionship. And as I now find many in hurricanes of trouble, though I cannot quiet the storm I can strike a match to light up the darkness, and I strike a match, “Whom the Lord loveth be chasteneth. ” I strike another match, “Weeping may endure for a night, but joy oometh in the morning.” I strike another match, “We have a great High Priest who can be touched with the feeling of our infirmities, and he was in all points tempered like as we are.” Are you old? One breath of heaven will make you everlastingly young again. Have you aches and pains? They insure Christ’s presence and sympathy through the dark est December nights, which are the lon gest nights of the year. Are you bereft? Here is a resurrected Christ whose voice is full of resurrectionary power. Are you lonely? All the angels of heaven are ready to swoop Into your companionship. Here is the Christ of Mary and Martha when they had lost Lazarus, and of David when he had lost his son, and of Abraham when he had lost Sarah, and of your father and mother when in time of old age they part ed at the gates of the tomb. When last I was in Savannah, at the close of the Sab bath morning service I was asked to go and see a Christian woman, for many years an invalid. I went. I had no* in all that beautiful city of splendid men and gracious women seen a face brighter than hers. Reaching her bedside, I pu* out my hand, but she could not shake hands, for her hand was palsied. I said to her, '“How long have you been down on this bed?” She smiled and made no answer, for her tongue had been pained, but tiiueo standing around said, “Fifteen years." I said to her, “Have you been able to keep your courage up ail that time?’ ’ She gave a very little motion of her head in affirma tion, for her whole body was paralytic. The sermon I had preached that morning had no power on others compared with the power that silent sermon had on me. What was the secret of her conquest over pain and privation and incapacity to move? Shall I tell you the secret? I will tell you. The Lord shut her in. ■ There is a good deal of fanaticism abroad about the recovery of the sick, but if we had as much faith as Martin Luther we. would have Luther’s success. His friend Myoonius was very ill, and Luther fell upon his knees and said: “O Lord, no! Thon must not yet take our brother My oonius to thyself. Thy cause will not prosper without him. Amen.” Then he wrote: “My Dear Myoonius—There is no cause for fear. The Lord will not let me hear that you are dead. You shall not and must not die. Amen.” Luther’s let ter so excited Myconlus that an ulcer on hie lungs broke, and he got well. Would to God that like that we might be able to pray, that we might have similar results! O men and women, visible and invisi ble! The probability is you will never write your autobiography. It is the most difficult book to write, because you are tempted to omit neoMges in your life that were not complimentary to yourself, and to quote from a diary which is always in complete because there are some things which you do not think beet to write down. As you will not undertake an autobiography, the story of yourself, I will take the responsibility of presenting your biography, which lathe story of one’s life by some one else. If you will give your love and trust to him of Bethlehem and Calvary, this will be your biography: “Born at the right time, ba* the most isa portant event in his life was when bu was bars again. Disd at the right Ums, but divinely directed; weakneasee, but they were divinely sympathized with. In his life these w«e many sorrows, wave after wave, storm after storm, but he Outrode everything and landed to sternal safety. Why? Why? Because the Lord shut Üba tB." Waavsw** Twelve Gates. But do not think that heaven is made 7of an indiscriminate population. Some my friends are se generous to their theology that they would let everybody to without reference to condition or charac ter. Do not thtnk that libertines and blasphemers and rejecters ot God and his gospel have “tetters ot credit" that will draw anything trom.ths bank ot heaven. Pirate crofts will Mt be permitted to go up that harbor. It there are those who as to heaven are to be “shut tos,” there are those who Will belong to the “shut outs." Heaven has 12 gates, and while those IS gates imply wide open entrance for those who are properly prepared to enter them they imply that there are at least 12 possi bilities that many will be shut out, because a gate is of no use unless it can sometimes be closed. Heaven is not an unwashed mob. Show your tickets or you will not get to—tickets that you may get without money and without price, tickets with • arose and a orown upon them. Let the unn ; entant and the vile and the offscour ings of earth enter heaven as they now are, and they would d-preeiate and de moralize it so that no one of us would want to enter, and those who are there would want to move out. The Bible speaks of the “witbouta” as well as the “witbins”—Revelation xxil, 16, “Without are doge, and sorcerers, and whoremon gers, and murderers, and idolaters, and whosoever loveth and makoth a lie." Through the converting, pardoning, sanc tifying grace of God may we at last be found among tbs shut toe and not among the shut outs! I Fil B J laV a W7 A Wkl I I I tl I 1 I The Kind You Have Always Bought, and which has been in use for over 30 years, has borne the signature of - and lias been made under his per «mal supervision since Ito intoncy. X MXoyf no ono to deceive you in this. All Counterfeits, Imitations and Substitutes are but Ex periments that trifle with and endanger the health of Infants and Children—Experience against Experiment. 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