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The Outgrawih ®f @ Vast Experience.
The treatment of many thousands of cases of those chronic weaknesses and distressing ailments
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A s a powerfill, in
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| „ | imparts strength to
lOft.O. | the whole system,
and to the uterus,
or womb and its appendages, in par
ticular. For overworked, “worn
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delicate diseases and weaknesses peculiar to women, must be of interest to every sufferer from such
maladies. They are fair samples of the spontaneous expressions with which thousands give utter
ance to their sense of gratitude for the inestimable boon of health which has been restored to them
by the use of this world-famed remedy.
1 Sidney C. Davis, Pastor of First Bap-
DED"IhST I Church, Berrien Springs, Mich., writes:
I _ ao B I wish in this letter to express my gratitude
I rfiS * or Davis and myself for the great good
| . un tm.it i no. g which has been accomplished in her case by
11111 the use of your proprietary medicines. When
Bhe began to take them she could not endure the least jar, could
walk but a very few steps at a- time, and could only sit up about
thirty minutes at a time. When we look back to the ‘ dark age ’of
our married life, when disappointment and discouragement hovered
like a cloud of thick darkness about our home, we rejoice together
aud thank God that in your treatment was found the power to dis
pel darkness by bringing back health and joy. Mrs. Davis is now
Strong and vigorous. We have a daughter fourteen months old
who, as yet, has known no sickness. Those who visit us from our
old field of labor, and were acquainted with Mrs. Davis’ condition
while there, express the greatest surprise to see how thorough is
her recovery. It has now been nearly two years since Mrs. Davis
ceased taking the medicine. When we consider that she had kept
her bed the greater part of the time for fourteen months, and
would lose repeatedly the advance she had made, her euro seems
miraculous. We hud almost lost confidence in medical practi
tioners and advertised remedies, but have found in your Dr.
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”1 . E. Segar,of Millenbcck, Fa., writes:
® &**y'S* B My wife had been suffering for two or
_ « B three years with female weakness, and had
flWfiV 8 P aM out one hundred dollars to physicians
lilliLWra MnuL | without relief. She took Dr. Pierce’s Fn.
vorite Prescription and it did her more
good than all the medicine given to her by the physician* during
the three years they had been practicing upon her."
TREATING THE WRONG DISEASE.
Many times women call on their family physicians, suffering, as they imagine, one from dyspepsia,
another from heart disease, another from liver or kidney disease, another from nervous exhaustion or
prostration, another with pain here or there, and in this way they all present alike to themselves and
their easy-going and indifferent or over-busy doctor, separate and distinct diseases, for which he pre
scribes his pills and potions, assuming them to be such, when, in reality, they are all only symptoms
caused by some womb disorder. The physician, ignorant of the cause of suffering, encourages his
practice until large bills are made. The suffering patient gets no better, but probably worse by reason
of the delay, wrong treatment and consequent complications. A proper medicine, like Dr. Pierce’s
Favorite Prescription, directed to the cause would have entirely removed the disease, thereby dis
pelling all those distressing symptoms, and instituting comfort instead of prolonged misery.
ft Mrs. E. F. Morgan, of No. 71 Lexington St.,
IO PHYSSPJAHRI Boston, Mass., gays: “Five years ago 1
g ■ niuiuiHßOi was a dreadful sufferer from uterine troubles.
I i AILFP I Having exhausted the skill of three physi-
I cians. I was completely discouraged. and*EO
mimiiii inn inaain W cak I could with difficulty cross the room
alone. I began taking Dr. Pierce’s Favorite Prescription and
using the local treatment recommended in his ‘Common Sense
Medical Adviser.’ I commenced to improve at once. In three
inontha I was perfectly cured, and have had no trouble since. I
£ letter to my family paper, briefly mentioning how my
health had been restored, and offering to send the full particulars
to any one writing me for them, and enclosing a stamped-cnvelovc
jor reply. I have received over four hundred letters. In reply,
1 have described my case and the treatment used, and have ear
nestly advised them to ‘do likewise.’ From a great many 1 have
received second letters of thanks, stating that they had com
menced the use of ‘ Favorite Prescription,’ bad sent the $1.60
required for tho ‘Medical Adviser,’ and had applied the local
treatment so fully and plainly laid down therein, and were much
better already.”
«, J>>dißpensable.~John L. Buskin, of Vosshurg, Miss., says:
wo nave been using your medicines for many years in our
JJJHdy* and they have given wonderful satisfaction. My wife
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Imi ah A Marvelous Cure —Mrs. G. F. Rpragttx,
UIALUU6 ot Crystal, Mich., writes: “I was troubled with
U female weakness, leucorrhea and failing of tho
womb for seven years, so I bad to keep my bed
uuiuiiu, f or a g OO( j par £ o f j doctored with an
"J "'I" L — army of different physicians, and spent largo sums
or money, but received no lasting benefit. At last my husband
persuaded mo to try your medicines, which I was loath to do,
because I was prejudiced against them, and the doctors said
they would do mo no good. 1 finally told my husband that if
ne would get some of your medicines, I would try them
against the advice of my physician. He got me six bottles of
the Favorite Prescription,’ also six bottles of the ‘Discovery,’
for ten dollars. I took three bottles of ‘Discovery’ and four of
Favorite Prescription,’ and I have been a sound woman for
lour years. I then gave the balance of the medicine to my sister,
woo was troubled in the same way, and she cured herself in a
■hort time. I have not had to take any medicine now for almost
four years.”
Retro verted Womb,-Mrs. Eva Kohler, of Crab Orchard,
‘‘Dr. Pierce’s Favorite Prescription has done me a
great deal of good. I suffered from retroversion of the uterus,
lor which I took two bottles of the ‘Favorite Prescription,’ and I
am now feeling like a different woman.”
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sleep and relieves mental anxiety
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Dr. Pierce’s Favorite Prescription
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compounded by nn experienced and
skillful physician, ana adapted to
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I Mrs - George Berger, of Westfield, N. Y„
IHE fenr.ITEST I writes: “I was a great sufferer from leucor-
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Female Weakness. Rebecca Bicks, of Jeraldstown,
Greene Co., Tenn., says: "Three years ago you advised mo to
use your ‘Favorite Prescription’ for female weakness, which I
did according to directions, and it cured me of the disease. Other
doctors had failed to do me any good. I have not had a symptom
of the disease since.” ,
I •" 1 ll T| Mrs. May Gleason, of Nunica, Ottawa Co.,
I IT taGRKS I Mich., writes: “Your ‘Favorite Prescription 1
I sir | has worked wonders in my case.”
I wnSWBQ I Again she writes: “Having taken several
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ishment of myself and friends. 1 can now be on ray feet all day,
attending to the duties of my household.”
T— Mrs - Sophia F. Boswell, White Cottage, 0.,
THREW fIWAY writes: "I took eleven bottles of your ;Fa
ti vorite Prescription ’ and one bottle of your
rER ‘Pellets.’ lam doing my work, and have been
iihii f O r gome time. I have had to employ help for
SUPPORTER about sixteen years before I commenced tak-
Ing your medicine. I have had to wear a
supporter most of the time; this I have laid
aside, and feel as well as I ever did.”
A r ”77 Mrs. Ed. M. Campbell, of Oakland, Cali-
SUIGE I bad been troubled aU
ta my life with hysterical attacks anil par-
Gfel iFnRHIB spasms, and periodical recur
vHLii uiinm. rchces of severe headache, but. since I have
1 . , ! 1 been using your‘Favorite Prescription’ I
have had none of tnese. I also had womb complaint so bad that
I could not walk two blocks without the most severe pain but
before I had token your ‘ Favorite Prescription' two months. I
could walk all over the city without inconvenience. All my
troubles seem to be leaving me under the benign influence of
your medicine, and I now feel smarter than for years before My
physicians told me that I could not be cured, and therefore you
will please accept my everlasting thanks for what you have done
for me. and may God bless you in your good works.”
Later, she writes: “It is now tour years since I took your ‘Fa
vorite Prescription,’ and I have hud no return of the female
trouble I had then.’’
Well a* I Ever Was.-Mrs. John Stewart, of Chippewa
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day. My friends tell me I never looked so well.”
APniTrrnt Mrs. A. M. RATCHET, of McCune, Crawford
UHAltruL Co., Kansas, writes: “ I have received great
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Doctor* Failed.-Mrs. F. CoRWfN, of Post Creek, N. Y,
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these parte, and I grew worse until 1 wrote to you and began
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and two of the ‘ Golden Medical Discovery,’ also one and a half
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planation of their remedial power over
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the system for delivery as to greatly
lessen, and many times almost en
tirely do away with the sufferings of
that trying ordeal.
f— —*"■ « Favorite Pre-
CURES THE seription ” is a
UI ft ,nt positive cure for
WORST wASES. the most cornpli-
b— i cated and obstinate
cases of leucorrhea, or “whites,”
excessive flowing at monthly peri
ods, painful menstruation, unnat
ural suppressions, prolapsus or fall
ing of the womb, weak back,
“ female weakness,” anteversion,
retroversion, bearing - down sensa
tions, chronic congestion, inflam
mation and ulceration of the womb,
inflammation, pain and tenderness
in ovaries, accompanied with “in
ternal heat.”
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For THE tion,” when taken in
: u connection with the use
KIDNEYS. °f Dr. Pierce’s Golden
Medical Discovery, and
small laxative doses of Dr. Pierce’s
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cures Liver, Kidney and Bladder dis
eases. Their combined use also re
moves blood taints, and abolishes
cancerous and scrofulous humors
from the system. i
TALMAGLSSERMON.
Preached Yesterday in Brooklyn
Tabernacle.
Brooklyn, March 4.—[Special.]—Exercises
at the tabernacle this morning were jubilant.
One hundred and twenty new members were
given the right hand of fellowship, making
the communicant membership four thousand
one hundred and fifty. Thousands of stran
gers were present. The ten great silver tank
ards, and the long line of chalices made the
sacramental table very impressive.
Before sermon, tire congregation, led by cor
net and organ, sang:
“When earth shall pass away,
In the great Judgment Day,
Jesus is mine!”
The Rev. T. DeWitt Talmage, D. D., took
as the subject of his discourse, "A Song Con
cerning My Beloved.” His text was Isaiah,
6.1: "Now will I sing to my well beloved a
song of my beloved.” Dr. Talmage said:
The most fascinating theme for a heart
properly attuned, is the Saviour. There is
someting in the morning light to suggest Him,
and something in the evening shadow to speak
His praise. The flower breathes Him, the
star shines Him, the cascade procalms Him,
nil the voices of nature clinn til ini. Whatever
is grand, bright and beautiful, if you only list
en to it, will speak His praise. When I come
in the summer time and pluck a flower, I
think of Him who is "The Rose of Sharon and
the Lily of the Valley.” When I see in the
fields a lamb, I say: "Behold the Lamb of
God that taketh away the sin of the world.”
When, in very hot weather, I come under a
projecting cliff, I say:
"Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself In thee!”
Over the old-fashioned pulpits there was a
sounding board. The voice of the minister
rose to the sounding-board, and then was
struck back again upon the ears of the people.
And so the ten thousand voices of eartli rising
up find the heavens a sounding-board which
strikes back to the ear of all the nations tho
praises of Christ. The heavens tell His glory,
and the earth shows His handiwork. The Bi
ble thrills with one great story of redemption.
Upon a blasted and faded paradise it poured
the light of a glorious restoration. It looked
upon Abraham from the ram caught in the
thicket. It spoke in the bleating of the herds
driven down to Jerusalem for sacrifice. It put
infinite pathos into the speech of uncouth fish
ermen. ItliftedPaul into the seventh heaven;
and it broke upon the ear of St. John with the
brazen trumpets and the doxologyof the elders
and the rushing wings of the seraphim.
Instead of waiting until you get sick and
worn out before you speak, the praise of Christ,
while your heart is happiest, and your stop is
lightest, and your fortunes smile, and your
pathway blossoms, and the overarching heav
ens drop upon you their benediction, sneak tlio
praises of Jesus.
The old Greek orators, when they saw their
audience inattentive and slumbering, had one
word with which they would rouse them up to
the greatest enthusiasm. In the midst of their
orations they would stop and cry out “Marath
on!” and the people’s enthusiasm would bo
unbounded. My hearers, though you may
have been borne down with sin, and though
trouble, and trials, and temptation may have
come upon you, and you feel hardly like look
ing up, me thinks there is one grand, royal,
imperial word that ought to rouse your soul to
infinite rejoicing, and that word is "Jesus!”
Taking the suggestion of the text, I shall
speak to you of Christ, our song. I remark, in
the first place, that Christ ought to bo the
cradle-song. What our mothers sang to us
when they put us to sleep is singing yet. We
may have forgotten the words, but they went
into the fibre of our soul, and will forever be a
part of it. It is not so much what you form
ally teach your children as what you sing to
them. A hymn has wings and can fly every
whither. One hundred and fifty years after
you are dead, and "Old Mortality” lias worn
out his chisel in recuttiug your name on the
tombstone, your great-grandchildren will bo
singing the song which this afternoon you sing
to your little ones gathered about your knee.
There is a place in Switzerland where, if you
distinctly utter your voice, there come back
ten or fifteen distinctive echoes, and every
Christian song sung by a mother in tlio ear of
her child shall have ten thousand echoes com
ing back from all the gates of heaven. Oh, if
mothers only knew the power of this sacred
spell, how much oftoner the little ones would
be gathered, and all our homes would chime
with the songs of Jesus.
We want some counteracting influence upon
our children. The very moment your child
, Steps into the street, he steps into the path of
temptation. There are foul-mouthed childrep
who would like to besoll your little ones. It
will not do to keep your boys and girls in the
house and make them house-plants; they must
have fresh air and recreation. God save your
children from the scathing, blasting, damning
influence of the streets I I know of no coun
teracting influence but the power of Christian
culture and example. Hold before your little
ones the pure life of Jesus; let that name bo
the word that shall exorcise evil from their
hearts. Give to your instruction all tlio fascina
tion of music, morning, noon and night; let it
be Jesus, the cradle-song. This is important
if your children grow up, but perhaps they
may not. Their pathway may bo short.
Jesus may be wanting that child. Then there
will be a soundless step in the dwelling, and
the youthful pulse will begin to flutter, and
little hands will be lifted for help. You can
not help. And a great agony will pinch at
your heart, and the cradle wi 11 bo empty, and
the nursery will bo empty, and the world will
be empty, and your soul will bo empty. No
little feet standing on the stairs. No toys
scattered on the carpet. No quick following
from room to room. No strange and wonder
ing questions. No upturned face, with laugh
ing blue eves, come for a kiss; but only a
grave, and a wreath of white blossoms on the
top of it; and bitter (desolation, and a sighing
at night-fall with no one to pdt to bed,
and a wet pillow, and a grave, and a wreath
of ' white blossoms on the top of
it. The heavenly shepherd will take
that lamb safely anyhow, whether you have
been faithful or unfaithful; but would it not
have been pleasanter if you could have heard
from those lips the praises of Christ? I never
read anything more beautiful than this about
a child’s departure. The account said, "She
folded her hands, kissed her mother good-bye,
sang her hymn, turned her face to the wall,
said her little prayer, and then died.”
Oh, if I could gather up in one paragraph
the last words of the little ones who nave gone
out from all these Christian circles, and I could
picture the calm looks, and the folded hands,
and sweet departure, methinks it would bo
Srand and beautiful as one of heaven’s great
oxologics 1
I next speak of Christ as the old man’s
song. Quick music loses its charm for
the aged ear The school girl
asks tot a schottlsch or a glee; but
her grandmother asks for “Balerma” or the
"Portugese Hymn.” Fifty years of trouble
have tamed the spirit, and the keys of the
music-board must have a solemn tread.
Though the voice may be tremulous, so that
grandfather will not trust it in church, still ho
has the psalm book open before him, and ho
sings with his soul. He hums his grandchild
asleep with the same tune ho sang forty years
ago in the old country meetinghouse. Some
day the choir sings a tune so old that the
young people do not know it; but it starts the
tears down the cheek of the aged man, for It
reminds him of the revival scene in which ho
participated,'and of the radiant faces that Jong
since went to dust, and of the gray haired min
ister leaning over the pulpit, and sounding the
good tidings of great joy.
I was one Thanksgiving Day in my pulpit, '
in Syracuse, New York, and Rev. Daniel i
Waldo, at ninety-eight years of age, stood be- I
side me. The choir sang a tunc. 1 said, "I
am sorry they sang that new tune; nobody
seems to know it.” "Bless you, my son,” said I
the old man, “I heard that seventy years ago!” I
There was a song today that touched the |
life of the aged with holy tire, and kindled a I
glory on their vision that our younger eye- !
bight cannot see. It was the song of salvation |
—Jesus, who fed them all their lives long; >
Jesus, who wiped away their tears; Jesus, who
stood by them when all else failed ; Jesus, in
whose name their marriage was consecrated,
and whose resurrection has poured light upon
the graves of tbelr departed, Bleased the
Bible.io which spectacled old ago reads the
promise, "I will never leave yotj, never for
sake you!” Blessed the staff on which the
worn out pilgrim totters on toward* the wel-
come of his redeemer! Blessed the hyffin
book in which the faltering tongue and the
failing eyes find Jesus, the old liiail's song.
I speak to you again of Jesus aS the nigh
song, Job speaks of him who giveth songs ip
the night. John Welch, the old Scotch min
ister, used to put a plaid across his bed on cold
nights, and some one asked him why ho put
that there. He said, “Oh, sometimes in the
night I want to sing the praise of Jems, and
to get down and pray; then I just take that
plaid and wrap it around me, to keep myself
from the cold?’ Songs in the night I Night
of trouble has come down upon many of you.
Commercial losses put out one star, slanderous
abuse put out another star, domestic bereave
ment has put out a thousand light*, and gloom
has been added to gloom, and chill to chill,
and sting to sting, and one midnight has
seemed to borrow the fold from another mid
night to wrap itself in more unbearable dark
ness ; but Christ has tpokcfi ffiAtO to ybur
heart, and you can sing:
“Jesus, lover of my soul.
Let me to I by bosom fly.
While the billows near me roll,
While the tempest still is high.
Hide me, oh, my Saviour? hlflo
Till the storm of lite is past,
Safe Into the haven guide;
Oil, receive my soul at last.”
Songs in the night! Songs if> the night For
the sick, who have no one to fhrn the hot pil
low, no one to put the taper on the stand, no
one to put lee on the temple, or potty Out the
soothing anodyne, or utter one cheerful Word—
yet songs in the night! For the poor, who
freeze in the winter’s cold, and swelter in tli4
summer’s heat, and munch the hard crusts
that bleed the sore gums, and shiver nnder
blankets that cannot any longer be
patched, and tremble because rent-day is
come and they may bo set
out on the sidewalk, and looking into the
starved face of the child and seeing famine
there and death there, coming home from the
bakery, and saying in the presence of the little
famished ones, “Oh, my God! flour has gone
up!” Yet songs in the night! Songs in the
night! For the widow who goes to get the
back pay of her husband, slain by the sharp
shooters, and knows it is the last help she will
have, moving out of a comfortable home in
desolation, death turning back from the ex
hausting cough, and tlio pale check, and the
lustreless eye, and refusing all relief. Yet
songs in the night! Songs in tho night! For
the soldier in the field hospital, no surgeon to
bind up the gun-shot fracture, no water for the
hot lips, no kind hand to brush away the flies
from the fresh wound, no one to take the lov
ing farewell, the groaning of others poured
into his own groan, the blasphemy of others
plowing up his own spirit, the condensed bit
terness of dying away from home among
strangers. Y’et songs in the night! Songs in
the night! “Ah,” said one dying soldier,
"toll my mother that last night there was not
one cloud between my soul and Jesus.” Songs
in the night I Songs in the night!
The Sabbath day lias come. From the al
tars of ten thousand churches has smoked up
the savor of sacrifice. Ministers of the gos
pel are now preaching in plain English, in
broad Scotch, in flowing Italian, in harsh
Choctaw. God's people have assembled in
Hindoo temple, and Moravian church, and
Quaker meeting house, and sailor’s Bethel,
and king’s chapel, and high towered cathe
dral. They sang, and the song floated off
amidst the spice groves, or struck the ice
bergs, or floated off into the western pines, or
was drowned in the clamor of the great
cities. Lumbermen sang it, and tlio factory
girls, and the children in tlio Sabbath class,
and the trained ohoirs in groat assem
blages. Trappers with the same voice
with which they shouted yesterday in
the stag-hunt, and mariners with throats that
only a few days ago sounded in the hoarse blast
of the sea-hurricane, they sang it. Ono theme
for the sermons. One burden for the song.
Jesus for the invocation. Jesus for the Scrip
ture lesson. Jesus for the baptismal fount.
Jesus for the sacramental cup. Jesus for the
benediction. But the day will go by. It will
roll away on swift wheels of light and love.
Again the churches will be lighted. Tides of
people again setting down the streets. Whole
families coming up the church aisle. Wo
must have one more sermon, two prayers, three
songs, and one benediction. What shall wo
preach tonight? What shall we read? What
shall it be, children? Aged men and women,
what shall it bo? Young men and maidens,
what shall it be? If you dared to break the
silence of this auditory, there would come up
thousands of quick and jubilant voices, crying
out, "Let it bo Jesus! Jesus!”
We sing His birth—the barn that sheltered
Him, the mother that nursed Him, tlio cattle
that fed beside Him, the angels that woke
up the shepherds, shaking light over the mid
night hills. Wo sing His ministry—the tears
Ho wiped away from the eyes of the orphans,
the lame men that forgot their crutches, the
damsel who from her bier bounded out into
the sunlight, her locks shaking down over the
flushed cheek; the hungry thousand who
broke the bread as it blossomed into larger
loaves—that miracle by which a boy with five
loaves and two fishes became the sutler for a
whole army. Wo sing His sorrows—His
stone-bruised feet, His aching heart, His
mountain loneliness. His desert hunger, His
storm-pelted body, the eternity of anguish that
shot through His last moments, and the im
measurable ocean of torment that heaved up
against His cross in one foaming, wrathful,
omnipotent surge, the sun dashed out,
and the dead, shroud-wrapped, breaking
open their sepulchres, and rushing out to see
what was the matter. Weeing his resurrec
tion the guard that could not keep him; the
Borrow of his disciples; the clouds piling up on
either side in pillared splendors as Ho went
through, treading the pathless air, higher and
higher, until ho camo to the foot of the throne,
and all heaven kept jubilee at the return of
the conqueror.
1 say once more, Christ is the everlasting
song. The very best singers sometimes get
tired; the strongest throats sometimes get
weary, and many who sang very sweetly do
not sing now: but I hope by the grace of God
wo will, after a while, go up and sing the
praises of Christ where wo will never be
weary. You know there aro some songs that
are especially appropriate for the home circle.
They stir the soul, they start the tears, they
turn the heart in on itself, and keep sounding
after the tune has stopped, like some cathe
dral bell which, long after the tap of tlio braz
en tongue has ceased, keeps throbbing on the
air. Well, it will be a homo song in heaven ;
all [the sweeter because those who sang with us
in the domestic circle on earth shall join that
great harmony.
“ Jerusalem, my happy home,
Name ever dear to me;
When shull my labors have an end
In joy mid peace In thee?’’
On earth wo sang harvest songs as the wheat
camo into the barn, and the barracks were
filled. You know there is no such time on a
farm as when they get the crops in ; and so in
heaven it will be a harvest song on tlio part of
those who on earth sowed in tears and reaped
in joy. Lift up your heads, ye everlasting
gates, and let trie sheaves come ini Angels
shout all through the heavens, and multitudes
come down the hills crying, "Harvest home!
harvest home!”
There is nothing more bewitching to one’s
ear than the song of sailors far out at sea.
whether in day or night, as they pull away at
the ropes—tlio music is weird and thrilling.
So the song in heaven will boa sailor’s song.
They were voyagers once, and thought they
could never get to shore, and before they could
get things snug and trim the cyclone struck
them. But now they are safe. Once they
went with damaged rigging, guns of distress
booming through the storm, but the pilot
came aboard, ami he brought them into the
harbor. Now tliey'sing of the breakers past,
the lighthouses that snowed them where to
sail, the pilot that took them through the
straits, the eternal shore on which they landed.
Ay, it will bo the children’s song. You
know very well that the vast majority of our
race die In infancy, and it is estimated that
eighteen thousand millions of the little ones
are standing before God. When they shall
rise up about the throne to sing, the millions
and the millions of the little ones—ah! that
will be music for you! These played in the
streets of Babylon and Thebes; these plucked
lilies from the foot of Olivet while Christ was
preaching about them ; these waded iiißiloam ;
these were victims of Herod’s massacre'; these
were thrown to crocodiles or into the fires
these came up from Christian homes,Jand tjieso
were foundlings on the city commons—chil
dren everywhere in all that land ; children in
the towers, children .on the seas of glass, chil
dren on the battlements. Ah, if you do not
like children do not go tjiere. They are in vast !
majority, and what a sokg when they lift it
around about the throne!
The Christian singers and composers of all
ages will be there to join in that song, Thomas
Hastings will be there. Lowell Masoq will be
there. Bradbury will b« thtxe, Beelbotfift
® roz , ar , t wil ’ b P ‘here. They wfip fotm.deA
the yymbals and the trumpets in the andons
temples will ]>o there. The sorts dmus'Wff
harpers that stood at the ancient (tedlcatiori
™ A he two “Ufcdrcd siugorfl tha|
assisted on that day will be there. Patriarchs
wio cd ainidst threshing-floors, shepherds
who watched amidst Chaldean hills, prophets
who walked, with long beards and coarse
parel, pronouncing woo against ancient abomi- 1
nations, will meet the more recent*
martyrs who went up with leaping cohorts of'
iiyo; and some will speak of the Jesus sor 4
whom they prophesied, and others of the Jesus
for whom they died. Oh, what a song! It camo
to John upon Patmos: it came to Calvin in the’
prison; it dropped to John Knox in the fire •
sometimes that song has come to your ear,
perhaps, for I really do think it sometimes
over the battlements of heaven.
A Christian woman, tlio wife of a minister
of the gospel, was dying in the parsonage near
the old church, where on Saturday night the
choir used to assemble and rehearse for the
following Sabbath, and she said, “How
strangely sweet the choir rehearses tonight;
• , v 9 keen rehearsing there for an hour.’’
‘Xno, ’ said some one about her, “the choir Iff
not rehearsing tonight.” “Yes,” she said, “I
know they are, I hear them sing; how very
sweetly they sing.” Now, it was not the
Choir of earth that she heard, but the choir of
heaven. I think that Jesus sometimes seta
Ajar the door of heaven, and a passage of that
rapture greets our ears. The minstrels of
heaven strike such a tremendous strain, the
walls of Jasper cannot hold it.
I wonder, will you sing that song? Will X
sing it? Not unless our sins afe pardoned,
and we learn now to sing the praise of Christ,
will wo ever sing it there. The first groat
concert that I over attended was in Now
York, when Julien, in the “Crystal Palace,”
stood before hundreds of singers and hundreds
of players upon instruments. Some of you
may remember that occasion ; it was the first
one of the kind at which 1 was present, and I
tjjiall never forget it. I saw that one man
standing, and with tho hand and foot
wield that great harmony, beating tho
time. It was to mo owerwhclming. But
oh, the grander scene when they shall como
from tho east, and from tho west,and from tho
north, and from tho south, “a great multitude
that no man cah number,” into tho temple of
the skies, host beyond host, rank beyond rank,
gallery above gallery, and .Icwus snail stand
before that groat host to conduct the harmony,
with his wounded bands and his wounded feet.
Like tho voice of many waters, like the voice
of mighty thunderings, they shall cry,
“Worthy is the lamb that was slain to receive
blessings’ and riches, and honor, and glory,and
power, world without end. Amen and'amen!”
Oh, if my oar shall hear no other sweet sounds,
may 1 hear that. If I join no other glad as
semblage, may I join that.
I was reading of the battle of Agincourt, in
which Henry V. figured; and it is said after
tho battle was won, gloriously won, tho king
wanted to acknowledge the divine interposi
tion, and he ordered tlio chaplain to road the
psalm of David ; and when ho came to th®
word, “Not unto us, O Lord, but unto thy
name be tho praise,” tho king dismounted, and
all tho cavalry dismounted, and all tho great
host, officers and mon, threw themselves on
their faces. Oh, at the story of the Saviour’s
love and tho Saviour’s deliverance, shall wo
not prostrate ourselves before him now, hosts
of earth and hosts of heaven, falling upon our
faces, and crying, “Not unto us, not unto us,
but unto thy name be tho glory 1”
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Mrs. Delia Clay, maiden name Welsh, please
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Why is the prince of Wales like a cloudy
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Some of the southern irreconcilables who
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When one colony of these fugitives reached Rio do
Janeiro they wore packed off to the River Doce,
whore they were told they could make their fortune
developing tho resources of the country. It was a
wild region, which white men for the most part had
avoided on account of the til repute of the Indian
tribes. The colonists wero taken about a hundred
miles up the river, where those who could not get
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