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Y. DR. TALMAGE THE BROOKLYN DIVINE’S SUN¬ DAY SERMON. Subject: “ Invitation to a II ft! ding. Text: ■'Com*, fov all things are note read)/.”— Luke xiv., 17. Holy festivities to-day. We gather other sheaves into the spiritual garner. Our joy is like the joy of Heaven. .Spread tho ban¬ quet, fill all t he chalices. We are not to-day at the funeral of a dead Christ; we are cele¬ brating the marriage of the King’s Son. It was an exciting time in English history when Queen Elizabeth visited Lord Leices¬ ter at Kenilworth castle. The clocks in all the towers and throughout the castle were stopped at the moment of her arrival, so continuing to point to that moment as the one surpassing ail others in interest. The doors of the great banqueting hall were opened. The queen marched in to the sound of the trumpets. Fourteen hundred servants waited upon the guests. It was a scene that astonished all nations when they heard ot it. Five thousand dollars a day did the banquet cost as it went on day after day. She was greeted to the palace gates with floating islands and torches and the thunders of cannon and fireworks that set the night ablaze, whole and a burst of music that lifted the scene into enchantment. Beginning in that way, it went on from joy to joy and from excitement to excitement and from rapture to rapture. That was the great banquet that Lord Leicester spread in Kenil¬ worth castle. Cardinal Wolsey entertained the French ambassadors in Hampton Court. The best cooks of all the land provided for the table. The guests were kept hunting in the parks all the day, so that their appetites might be keen, and then in the evening hour they were shown into the banqueting hall, with table aglitter with imperial plate and ablush with the very costliest wines, and the second course of the feast was made of food in all shapes, of men and birds and beasts, and dancing each groups, and jousting parties riding upon other with uplifted lances. Lords and princes and ambassadors, their cups gleaming health to the brim, drank first to the of the king of England, and then to the health of tho emperor of France. That was the banquet that Cardinal Wolsey spread But to-day, in Hampton Court. my- brothers and sisters, I in¬ vite you to a grander entertainment. My Lord, the King, is the banqueter. Angels of Cod are the cupbearers, all the redeemed are the guests, the halls of eternal love frescoed with light and paved with joy and curtained with unfading beauty are the banqueting place, music, the harmonies of eternity are the the chalices of God arc the plate, and I am one of the servants come out with in¬ vitations to all the people, and oh that you might break the seal of the invitation and read in ink of blood, and with the tremulous hand of a dying Christ, “Come, come, for ah things are now ready.” Illustrating my text I go on, and in the first place say that the Lord Jesus Christ is ready. Cardinal Wolsey did not come into the ban¬ queting hall until tho second course of the feast, aud when lie entered, booted and spurred, but I all the tell guests arose and cheered him; have to you that our banqueter, the Lord Jesus Chris - , comes in at the beginning of tile feast Ay, he has been waiting for his guests, waiting for some of them 1891. years, hand witiug with mangled feet, waiting with on the punctured side, waiting with hand on the lacerated temples, waiting, wait¬ ing! Wonder it is that the banqueter did not get weary and say, “Shut the door, and let the laggards stay out.” No, he lias been waiting. How much he is in earnest! Shall I show you? I gather up all the tears that flooded liis cheek in sympathy, all the blood that channeled his brow and back and hand and loot to purchase our redemption I gather up all the groans coming from midnight chill, and mountain hunger, aud desert loneliness, and I put them into one bitter cry. I gather up all the pangs that shot from cross and spike aud spear into one groan. I take one drop of sweat ou his brow, and I put it under the lakes glass of the gospel, and of it enlarges That to of sorrow-, to oceans agony. Christ to-day. emaciated and worn and weary, comes here, , and , with . a pathos , m which , . every word is a heartbreak aud every sentence a martyrdom, he says to you, and he says tome, “Come, come, for all things are now ready.” Aid 1 -here is one word of five letters that 1 would like to write, but I have no sheet fair enough to write it on. Give and no pencil good enough to inscribe it; me a sheet from the heavenly records, and some pencil used by angelin describing a victory, and then with hand struck with supernatural energy, and with pencil dipped capitals in everlasting love, morning, J-E-S-U-S, I will write it out in of Jesus! It is this One that is waiting for you and for me, for we are on the same platform before God. How long he waited for me! How long he has waited for you! Waiting as a banqueter waits for his delayed guests, the meats smoking, and the beakers brimming, and the minstrel with his finger on stiff string ready to strike at the first clash of the hoofs at the gateway. Waiting as a mother waits for a boy that ten years ago went off dragging her bleeding heart after him. Waiting. Oh. can you not give me some comparison intense enough, importunate enough, nigh as heaven, deep us hell, and vast as eternity? Not ex pecting that you can help me with such acorn parison, I simply say he is waiting as only an ail sympathetic Olir.at knows how to wait for a wandering soul. Do you know what it was that saved Martin Luther? It was that one verse, “The just shall live hy faith.” Do you know what it was that brought Augustine from his horrible dis eipations? It was that one verse, “Put ye on the Lord Jesus Christ, and make no provision for the flesh, to fulfill the lusts thereof.” Do vou know what it was that saved Hedley Vicars, the celebrated soldier? It was the one passage, “Believe in the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved.” Do you know what it was that brought Jonathan Edwards to Chrisi? It was the one passage, “Now unto him be glory forever and eve-.” One Thanksgiving morning in church I read my text. “Oh, give thanks unto the Lord, for he is good,” and a young man stood in the gallery and said to himself: “I have nevet rendered one acceptable offering of gratitude to God in all my life. Here, Lord, I am thine forever. ’ By tnat one passage of Scripture he was ll brought into the kingdom, and if I might ti my own experience, I might tell how one Sabbath afternoon I was brought to the peace of the gospel by reading of the Syro-Phoeni dots cian s cry to Christ, where he said: “Even the eat of the crumbs that fall from the mas ter’s table.” Philosophic sermons rov?, rea-ved anybody. Metaphysical Bemoan never saved the anybody. Au earnest plea going right out of heart blessel of the Holy Ghost, that is what saves, that is what brings people into the kingdom of Christ. ’ I suppose the world thought that Thomas Chalmers preached great sermons in his early ministry, but Thomas Chalmers says he never preached pied pulpit at all he until years after he had occu¬ a came out of his sick room, and, weak and emaciated, he stood and t ild tho story of Christ to the people. And in the great day of eternity it will be found that not so much the eloquent sermons brought men to Christ as the story told perhaps by those who were unknown on earth, the simple story of the Saviour’s love and merev, sent by tee pow¬ er of the holy Ghost straight to the heart. Como, Holv Ghost. Ay. tie is hers this morn¬ ing. Ho fills all the plaej. I tall you tlia Holy Ghost, is ready. Then I go on and tell you the church is ready. There are those hero who say, “No on j* cares for my soul.” Wo do care for it. Von see a man bowing his head iu pravor, and you say, “That man is indifferent.” That man bovrs hla head in prayer that tho truth may go to every heart. The air is full of pray¬ ers. They are going up this morning from this assembly. Hundreds of prayers straight to the throne of a listening God. The air is full of prayers—pr tvers nsoanding noon hy noon from Fulton street praver meeting, Fri¬ day night by Friday night all over this land, going up from praying circles. Yen,, there is not a minute of an hour of any day that there are not supplications ascending to the throne or mercy. The church is ready. And if you should this morning start for your Father’s house there would be hundreds aud thousands in this assemblage who would say if they knew it, “.Make room for that man. make room for him at the holy sacrament; bring tho silver howl for his baptism, give him fu’L right to alt the privileges of the church of Jesus Christ.” Do not say you have never been invited. 1 invite you now to the King’s feast. One and all. All! AH! But I go further and tell yon that the angels are ready. Some people think when we speak about angels we are getting in¬ to the region of fancy. They say it is very well fora man when he has just entered the ministry but to preach about, the angels tn Heaven, after he has gone on further it is hardly worth while. My friends, there is not any more evidence in the Bible that there is a God than that there are angels. Did they not b warm around Jacob’s ladder? When Lazar¬ us's soul went up did they not escort it? DM not David say, “The chariots of God are twenty thousand, even thousands of angels?” Are they not represented as the chief har¬ vesters of the judgment day? Did not one angel in one night slay 180,000 of Senna¬ cherib’s troops? Oh. yes, our world is in communication with two other worlds. All that communication is by angels. "When a bad man is to die, a man who the has bad despised God and rejected the Gos¬ pel. spirits come on sulphurous wing and they shackle him, and try to push him off the precipices into the ruin, aud they lift a guffaw of diabolical exultation. But there is a line of angels bright and beautiful and loving angels, mighty angels, reaching all the way from earth to Heaven, and when others gather like them I suppose the air is full of them They hover. They flit about. They push down iniquity from your heart. They are ready to rejoice. Look! There is an angel from the throne of God. One moment ago it stood before Christ and heard the doxology of the redeemed. It is here now. Bright immortal, what news from the golden city? Speak, spirit blest. The answer comes melt¬ ing on the air, “Come, come, for all things ara now ready.” Angels ready to bear the tidings. Angels ready to drop the benediction. Angels ready to kindle the joy. AU ready. Iieady. cherubim and seraphim. Bead}', thrones and principalities aud powers. Ileady, Michael the archangel. glorified Yes, I go further and say that your kindred are ready. 1 have not any sympathy with modern spiritualism. I I believe the it is born ii ,,n perdition. When see ravages makes with human intellects, when I see the homes it has devastated, when I see the bad morals that very often follow in its wake, I have no faith in modern spiritualism. I think if John Milton and George Whitfield have not anything better to do than to-crawl under Rochester tables and rattle the leaves, they had better stay home in glory. But the Bible distinctly teaches that the glorified in heaven are in sympathy with our redemotion. Now, suppose you should pass into the king¬ dom of God this morning, suppose you should say, “I am done witn the sins of this world. Me upon all these follies, O Christ! I take thee now, I take thy service, I respond to thy love, thine am 1 forever.” Why, b“fore the tear of repentance had dried on your cheek, before your first prayer had closed, the angel standing with the message fov thy ‘and soul would cry upward, “He is coming!” angels poising in midair would cry upward, “He is coming!” all along the line of light from door¬ way ihe to doorway, from wing tip to wing tip, news would go upward till it reached the gate, and then it would flash to tho house of many mansions and find your kindred out, and those before the throne would say: “Re¬ joice with ms, my prayers are answered. Give me another harp with which to strike the joy. Saved, saved, saved!” Now, my friends, if Christ is ready, and the Holy Ghost, is ready, an l tho church is ready, and the angels of' God are ready, and your glorified kindred are ready', are you ready? I give with the emphasis of my soul the question, “Are you ready?” If you do not get into the king’s feast it will be because yon do not accept the earnest invitation. Arm stretched out soaked with blood from elbow to finger tip, lips quiveringin mortal anguish, two eyes beaming everlasting love while he says, “Come, come, come, for all things are now ready.” Old man, God has been waiting for thee long years. Would that some tear of repen— tance might trickle down thy wrinkled cheek, Has not Christ done enough in feeding thee and clothing thee all these years to win from th&e one word of gratitude? Come, all the young. Christ is ihe fairest of the fair. Wait not till thy heart gets hard. Come, the far theBt away from Christ. Drunkard, Christ can put out the fire of that thirst. He can re store thy broken home. He can break that shackle. Come now, to-day, and get his par don and its strength. Libertine, Christ knew where you were last night. He knows all the storv of thy sin. Como to him this day. He will' wash away thy sin, and he will throw around thee the robe of his pardon. Harlot, tbv feet foul with hell, thy laughter the iior ror of the street —0 Mary Magdalen! Christ waiti for thee. And the one farther off, farther off than I have mentioned, a case not so hopeful as any f have mentioned, self-righteous man, feeling thyself all right, having no need of help—O Chrisr, no need of pardon, no need of self-righteous rnan! dost thou think iu those rags th u canst enter the feast? Thou canst nor.. God’s servants at the gate would tear off thv robe and leave thee naked at the gate, O self-righteous ipan! the last to come, Come to the feast. Come, repent of thy sin. Come, take Christ for thy portion, the Day of graco going away. Shadows on cliff reaching farther and farther over the plain. Tho banquet has already begun. Christ has entered into that banquet to which you are invited, 'ihe guests are taking their places. The servant of the king has his hand on the door of the banqueling-room, and he begins to swing it shut. Now is your time to go in. Now is my time to enter. I must go in. You must go in. He is swinging the is door shut. Now, it is half shut. Now it three-fourths shut. Now, it is just ajar; After awhile it will be forever shut! Why wdl ye waste on trifling cares That life which God’s compassion spares? Waile in the eudless round of thought The one thing needful is forgot. Jay is Now Safe. Charles I. Dixon, the man who in New York several days age from Pueblo for the purpose of killing Jay Gould, and who was subsequently arrested, was re¬ moved from Bellevue hospital Friday morning by a number of friends. Dixon somewhere in Connecticut, the loca¬ tion to be kept secret, and after a good rest his friends will take him west. NEWS AN1) NOTES FOB WOMEN. The brunette is going to have her in¬ nings. Dress buckles arc made of metal and pearl. Fashion never seems to tire of the i polka dot. j Flowers are worn invariably at the end Of a round waist. rhe imported gowns and . wraps show , ir.any nbbou bows. The true cornflower blue has a pur plish lavender cast. In spite of the attractive grenadines, lace nets arc good sellers. Tho broche China silks in self tones make stylish tea-gown lion s. Diamond buttons on shoes actually button and are actually diamonds. Tea gowns of figured China silk vary those of black, white and plain color. A girl in Iowa recently ran away from home to avoid practicing on the piano. The daughters of the Princess of Wales are reported as having no taste in clothes. Mrs. P. D. Osgood has been post¬ mistress of Penobscot, Me., for twenty eight years. A funeral took place the other day at Hannibal, Mo., at which six young wo¬ men officiated as pallbearers. An attempt is being made to establish a library for medical women in London,as well as a new medical institute. Lace straw is quite as transparent as the metal laces aud trellis-like founda¬ tions one sees everywhere in millinery. Muguet, or lily of the valley green, frasier or strawberry leaf, emerald and Russian are among the more subdued greens. Mrs. John G. Carlisle, wife of the Kentucky Senator, has a set of spoons which are very odd. The bowl of each is an antique coin. Ministers declare that in nine cases out of ten brides are much more self possessed than bridegrooms during the marriage ceremony. A fashion writer says that at least one third of the handsome hats one sees on the fashionable promenades of New York were made by their wearers. Banana is a very pale yellow, Cythere is a shade darker, and Cleopatra is of a rich golden hue; paillete, straw and corn color are pale evening shade. Mrs. Langtry, the English actress, is the owner of a pin cushion made of the Biiver in which vegetables were once served to the Kings of Ireland. Spanish combs are worn with carriage costumes of black silk. As a comple¬ ment to this, black undressed kids are worn with all ball gowns by young misses. Lady Brooke is said to be not only the handsomest woman in the British no¬ bility, but the handsomest woman in Great Britain. The Prince of Wales hath said it. Quite a new blue is hyacinth, which, true to nature, is exactly the color of the beautiful spring blossoms. Pervenche or perewiukle blue is of a darker shade, inclining to lavender. Lady Humphrey, an Englishwoman, is making a business of training servants. She has places for a dozen at a time. Why will not some unselfish woman start such an enterprise in this country? Blondes are said not to marry in so large a proportion as brunettes, and Worth, the Paris man-milliner, is re¬ ported as much preferring to design dresses for dark hailed women than others. A short time ago a lady, the first of her sex, graduated in medicine in Mexico. As an appropriate compliment her fellow students of the other sex got up an amateur bull fight in honor of the occasion. Everything has a serpentine head— cloak clasps, hair ornaments, shoe and belt buckles, etick-pins, brooches, hat¬ pins, chatelaines, spoons, button-hooks, hair-brushes and even key-rings coil up tail to tongue. The black net dresses that have been favorites for the past two seasons are to be worn, but with thick silk or even cloth waists in place of the lace. Pip¬ ings or bands ot the silk are placed around the skirt in rows. For very young girh gilt braid is used, and is re¬ peated upon the bodice and jacket. The General Committee of the Woman’s Branch of the World’s Fair at a recent meeting in Chicago selected twenty names of well-known people as honorary members of the auxiliary, among them being Queen Victoria, Em¬ press Eugenie, Dorothy Tennant-Stan ley, Princess of Wales, Marchioness ot Lome. The Empress of Russia is now forty three years old. Russians say that she has not the capacity of the Princess of Wales to look considerably younger than her years. The chin begins to double, and the cheeks have long since taken a comfortable expression. Her figure also grows matronly, though still she is an indefatigable dancer. The Empress Haruko, of Japan, is short in stature and slender. Her hair is blue-black, and she is endowed with the creamy skin, the long, oval face and the delicate features of the ideal aristo¬ cratic type of Japanese beauty. Four years have passed since she put aside the time-honored costume of her race foi the dress of European women. Beecher’s Successor. The Rev. Lyman Abbott, the successor of Henry Ward Beecher, in Plymouth Church, Brooklyn, is a thin, ciulicate, email-limbed nmn. Humor is not in his line, and he rarely makes his congregit tion smile. Not long as;o, however, he subject involuntarily made them titter. obligation The of his sermon was the resting upon Christians to get out of their shells and do something for the g00 d of mankind. “What is this won derful bedy of ours given us f ri” Dr. Abbott exclaimed. “Look at it. Look at these muscles.” Dr. Abbott stretched ou * ; ^is D* 1 " 1 } arms. “Look at this strength, this adaptability, this God g l ™ f V1 ^faces of’Um'm,m£s *3’the congregation and a rustling like a faint titter recalled the preacher to himself, and with a faint smile he passed to an other phase ot his sermon, Saved by Heavy Clothes. Presence of mind saved John Adams, of Tacoma, from a frightful death, lie is employed in a smelting works in that city. The other day a misstep caused him to fall into a pot of boiling metal, and in an instant he was immersed to his armpits. As he fell he clutched the rim of the pot, and was thus enabled to quickly draw himself out. 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