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DR. TALK AGES' SERMON. IMPORTANCE OF CHRISTIANITY IN THE HOME. (Preached Mt <*rimst>y, Canada.) Text: “Entreatme not to leave thee, or to return from following an »r thee; for whither tbou goest, I w ill go. and where thou lodgest, I will lodg*: thy p?uple shall b* my people, and thy Uud my *• where thou aiest, will I die, and there will I be buried; the Lord do noto'me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me."—Ruth i., In and 17. 1 Famine in Judah i non fields distin guished for fertility the blight came, ami at the door of princely abodes waut knocked. Turning his back upon his house and his lands, Elimelech took his wife, Naomi and his two sons and started for the land of Moab in search of bread. Getting into Moab, his two sons married ido’aters—Ruth the name of one, Orpah the name of the other. Great calamities came upon that household. Elimelech died and his two sons, leaving Naomi, the wife, and the two daugh ters-in-law. Poor Naomi! in a strange land and her husband and two sous dead. She must go back to Judah. She cannot stand it iu a place where everything reminded herof her sorrow. Just as now, sometimes you see j ersons moving from one house to anoth er, or from one c ity to another, and you can not understand it until you find out that it is because there were associations with a cer tain place that they could no longer bear. Naomi must fctart for the land of Judah: but how shall she get th re < Between Moab and the plat e w here she would like to go there are deserts; there are wild beasts ranging the wilderness; there are savages going up and down, and there is the awful Deal Sea. Well, you say, she came over the read once, she can do so again. Ah’ when she came over the road before ‘■he had the strong arms of her husband and her two sons to defend her; now th?y are all gone. The hour of parting has come, and Naomi must be sepa rated from her two daughters-in law. Ruth and Orpah. They were tenderly attached, three mourners. They had bent over the same sick bed; they had moved in the same funeral procession; they had wept over the same grave. There the three mourners stand talking. Naomi thinks of the time when she left Ju dah. with a prince for her companion. Then they all think of the marriage festivals when Naomi s two sons were united to these women, w’ho have now exchanged the wreath of the bride for the veil of the mourner. Naomi starts for the land of Judah, and Ruth and (irpah resolve to go a little way along with her. They have gene but a short dis tance when Naomi turns around and says to her daughters-in law: “Go back. There may be days of brightness yet for you In your native land. Ican t bear to take you away from your home and the homes of your kindred. I am old and troubled. Go not along with me. The Lord deal gently with you as ve have dealt with the dead and with me.” But they persisted in.going, and so the three traveled on until after awhile Naomi turns around again and begs them to go back. Orpah takes the suggestion, and after a sad parting goes away; but Knth, grand.and glorious Ruth, turns her back upon her home. She says: “I can’t bear to let that old mother go alone. It is iny duty to go with her.” And throwing her arms around weeping Na omi, she pours out her soul in the tenderness and pathos and Christian eloquence of my text: “Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from f ollowing after thee: for whither thou goest, I will go; and whither thou lodg est, 1 will lodge; thy people shall be my peo ple, and thy God my God; where thou diest I will die, and there will I be buried; the Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me.” Five choices made Ruth in that text, and five choices must we all make, if we ever want to get to heaven. I. In the first place, if we want to become Christians, wo must, like Ruth in the text, choose the Christian’s God. Beautiful Ruth looked up into the wrinkled fat e of Naomi and said: “Thy God shall be my God.” You tee it was a < ha»po of Kuomrs tiOCl was Jeh «vah; Ruth s God was Chemosh, the divinity of the Moabites, w hom she had wor shiped "under the symbol of a black star. Now she comes out from that black-starred divinity, an 1 takes the Lord in whom there is no darkness at all; the silver-starred divin ity to whom the met? or pointed down in Bethlehem, the sunshiny God, of whom the psalmist wrote: “The Lord God is a sun.” And so, my friends, if we want to become Christians, wo must change gods. This world s the Chemosh to most people. It is a black-starred god. It can heal no wounds. It can wipe away no sorrows. It can pay no debts. It can save no undying soul. It is a great ch‘at, so many thousand miles in diameter and so many thousand miles in circumference. If I should put this audience under oath, one half of them would swear that this world is a liar. It is a bank which makes large adver tisement of what it has in the vaults and of the dividends that it declares, and tells us that if we want happiness, all we have got to do is to come to that Lank and apply for it. In the hour of need, we go to that bank to get happiness, and we find that the vaults are empty, and all reliabilities have ab sconded and we are swindled out of every thing. O thou bla k-starred Chemosh, how many are burning in ease at thy shrine! Now, Ruth turned away from this god Chemo'h, and she took Naomi’s God. Who was that* The God that made the world and nut you in it. The God that fashioned the heaven and filled it with blissful inhabitants. The God whose lifetime study it has been to make you and all bis creatures happy. The God who watche 1 us in childhood, and led us through the gauntlet of infantile distresses, feeding us when we were hungry, pillowing us when we were somnolent, and sending his only Hon to wash away our pollution with the tears and blood of his own eye and heart, and offering to be our everlasting rest, comfort, and ec stasy. A loving Go 1. A sympathetic God. A great-hearted God, Au all-encom passing God. A God who flings himself on this world in a very abandonment of ever lasting affection. The clouds, the veil of his face. The sea, the aquarium of his palace. The stars, the dew-drops on his lawn. The Cod of Hannah s prayer and Esther's conso ciation, and Mary*te broken h a;t and Ruth’s loving and bereft spirit. Oh, choose ye be tween Chemosh and Jehovah! The one ser vice is pain and disaj >p’ hutment: the ot her ser vice is brightm ss an 1 life. I have tried both. I chose the service of Gcd because I was ashamed to do otherwise. 1 felt it would lie imbecile for me to choose Chemosh above Jehovah. “Oh, happy day that fixed my choice Oh Thee, my Saviour, and my God! Well mav this glowing Heart rejoice, And tell its rapture all abroad. “Oh, happy bond that seals my vows To Him who merits all my love! Let cheerful anthems fill His house, While to His sacred throne I mo e. “High heaven, that heard the solemn vow, That vow renewed shall uaily hear; Till in life's latest hour I bow, And bless in death a bond so dear.” 11. Again, if we want to be Christians like Ruth in the te t, we must tike the Christ an s path. “Where tho.i goest I will go,” cried out the beautiful Moabites-* to Naomi, the mother-in law. Dangerous prom ise that There were des rts to be crossed. There were ja kals that ca ne down through the wilderness. There were bandits. There was the Dead sea. Naomi bays: “Ruth, you must go ba k. You are too delicate to take this journey. You will gi .e out in the first five miles. You rann t go. You have not the physical stamina or the moral courage to go with me.” Ruth responds: ‘ Mother. I am going anyhow. If I stay in this land I *ill be overborne of the i lolaters; if I go along with you, I shall berve God. Give me that bundle. l>et me carry it. lam going with you, mothr r, anyhow.” And if we want to serve God wo must do as Ruth did, crying out: “Where thou g<>est, I will go.” Never mind the Doad Sea. Afoot or horseback. If there be risers to ford, we must ford them. If there be mountains to scale, we must scale them. If there be ene mies to fight, we nm 4 fight them. It re quires grit an 1 plu *k to get from M iab to Judah. Oh, how many Christian there are wh i <a.i ba diverted from the path by a quiver of the lip. iudt ativeof scorn. They do not surrender to temptation, but they bend to it. And if in a company there be tho.-e who tel! unclean stories, they will go so far as to t 11 some thing on the margin between the pare and the impure. And if there be those who swear in the room and use the rough word ‘Manin,” they wdl go so far as the word “darn,” and look over the fence wishing they could go further; but as to any determina tion, like Ruth’s, to go the whole roa I of all that is right, they have not the grace to do it. Th>y have notin all their body as much courage as Ruth had in her little finger. Oh, my friends let us start for heaven and go clear through! In the river that runs by the gate of the city we shall wash off all our bruises. When Dr. Chalmers printed his astronomical diiicoun-es, they were read iu the haylofts, in the fields, in the garrets, and in the palaces, liecause they advocate 1 the idea that the stars were inhabited. Oh, hearer! does not your soul thrill with the thought that there is another world beauti fully inhabited? Nay, more, that you by the grace of God may become one of its glorious citizens? 111. Aga n I remark, if we want to become Christians, like Ruth in the text, wj must choose the Christian habitation. “Where thou lodgest, will I lodge, 1 cried Ruth to Naomi. >he knew that wherever Naomi stopped, whether it were hovel or mansion, there would be a Christian home, and she wanted to be in it What do I mean by a Christian home? I mean a home in which th u Bible is the chief book; a home in which the family kneel in prayer; a home in which father and mother are practical Christians; a home in which on Sabbath, from sunr.se to sunset, there is profitable converse and cheer ful song and suggestions of a letter world. Whether the wail be frescoed or not, or only a ceiling of unplaned rafters; whether mar ble lions are couchant at the front entrance, or a plain latch is lifted by a tow-string, that home is the ante- hamber of heaven. A man never gets over having lived in such a home. It holds you in an eternal grip. Though your parents may have been gone forty years, the tears of penitence and gladness that were wept at the family altar still glit ter in your memory. Nay, do you not now feel hot and warm on your hands, the tears which that mother shed thirty years ago, when, one cold winter night, she came and wrapped you up iu the bed and prayed for your well are here and for your everlasting welfare before the throne ? O ye who are to set up your own home, see that it4>e a Christian home! Let Jesus make the wine at that wedding. A home without God is an awful place, there are so many perils to threaten it, and God himself is so : bitterly against it; but “the Lord en< ampeth around about the inhabitation of the just.” What a grand thing it is to have God stand guard at that door, and the Lord Jesus the family physician; and the wings of angels the canopy over the pillow,and the Lord of Glory a perpetual guest. You say it is important that the wife and mother be a Christian. I say to you it is just as important that the hus band and father be a Christian. Yet how many clever men there are who say: “My wife doe* all the religion of my house. I am a worldly man; but 1 have confidence in her, and I think she will bring the whole fam ily up all righto’ It will not do, my brother. The fact that you are not a ( hristian has more influence on you.- family than the fact that your w.fo is a Chris ian. Your children will say: “Father’s a very good man; he is not a Christian, and if he can risk the future, I can risk the future.” O father and husband! join your wife on the road to heaven, and at night gather your family at the altar. Do you say: “1 can t pray. lam a man of few words and I don’t ininx I could put half a dtoen sentences together in such a prayer.” You can pray; you can. If your child were down with scarlet fever, and the next hour were to decide its recovery or its death, you would pray in sobs and groans and j aroxysms of earnestness. Ye*, you can pray. When the eternal life of your household may depend upon your supplication, let your knees limber and go down, but, if you still insist that you cannot pv.'.B U fZLt*ytfl’, then till J OF l)OF row a prayer book of the Episcopal church, ami gather your family, and put your prayer book on a chair and kneel down before it, and in the solemn and hu hod presence of God gather up all your sorrows and tempta tions and sins, and cry out: “Good Lord, de liver us.” IV. Again I remark: If we want to be- come Christians, like Ruth in the text, we must choose Christian associations. “Thy people shall be my people,” cried out Ruth to Naomi. “The folks you associate with I want to associate with. They will come and see me, and I will go and see them. I want to move in the highest of all circles, the circle of God’s elect; and therefore, mother, I am going back with you to the land of Judah.” Do you who are seeking after God—and I suppose there are many such in this pres en-e—do you who are seeking after God prefer Christian society to worldly society ? “No,” you say, “I prefer the world’s mirth, and the world’s laughter, and the world’s innuendo, and the world’s paraphernalia.” Well, this is a free country, and you shall have the right of choice; but let me tell you that the purest mirth, and the most untrammeled glee.and the greatest resilience of soul are in side Christian companionship, and not out side of it. I have tried both styles of com panionship —ti e companionshio of the world and the companionship of Christ, and I know by experience. 1 have been now so long in the sunshiny experience nn 1 society of Christian people, that when I a:n compelled to go for a little while amid intense worldly society I feel depressed. It is like going out of a June garden into an icehouse. Men n *ver know fully how to laugh until they become Christians. 3he world’s laughter has a jerk of dissatisfa tion at the tn 1; but when a man is consecrate 1 to God, and he is al! right for the world to come, then when he laughs, body, mind an I soul crackle. a group of ministers of th! gospel, ga’hered from all denominations of Christian , be to gether in a dining I all. or in a social circle, and you kn >w they are proverbially jocuud, O, ye unconverted people! I know not how you <an stand it do wn in that moiling, bil ious, satu nine, worldly asso nation. Come up into the sunlight of Christian so iety— those people tor whom all thin sare working right now,and will work right forever. I tell you that the sweete t japonicas grow in the | Lord s gas den: that the largest g apes are from the vine aids of Cana m: that the most sparkling floods break forth from the Rock of Ages. Do not too much pity this Ruth of my te t. for she is going t > be ome joint owner of the great harvest i elds of Boa V. Cnee more: If we want to become ! Christians, we must, like Ruth in the te :t, I chon e the Christian’s ceath an 1 burial. She ! e claimed: “Where thou die t will I die, and there will I be buried. ’ I think we all, when leaving this world, would like to be sur rounded by Christian influences. You wou d noth eto have your dying pil ow surrounded by caricaturists ami punsters and wino bibbers. How would you like to have | John Leech come with h's London pic torials an 1 Christopher North with his loose fun. and Tom Hex d with his rhyming jokes, when you are dying? No! No! No! Let me ha ea Chris'ian nurse in my last sickness. Let me have a Christian phy i ian to administer the melicine. Let it Le a Christ an wife, or | arent. or child, that wat hes the g' ing out ot the tides of my mo tai existen e Let ( hristian men come into the room and read of the iliuminateri valley and the extinguishment of grie r , and drown the hoarse blasts of death wit i the strains of “Mt. Pisgah’ and “St Martin. In our la>t moment we w 11 all Le children. Said Dr. Guthr e. the famous Scotch lergy n an, when dying: “Sing me a bairn s hymn.” Yes we will all lie children then. In that hour the wor d will sta d confounded aro nd us Our friends mav cry oer us; tears will not help us They rnay look sad: what we want is radiation in t; e last moment— thinking it will help them die. In our last moment we va t tba bread which came down from H p aven. Who will gi\e it to us? O-i, we want Chris tian people in the room, so that if our hope begins to struggle they mav say : “Courage, brother! al! is w 11! Courage!” In that expiring moment I want to hear the old songs we u ed to sing in church and | prayer meetings. In that hist moment I want to hear the voice of some Christian friend pleading that the sins and shortcomings of my life may lie forgiven, and the doors ot heaven may be opened before my entranced spirit. “Come sing to me of heaven, When Im about to die: Sing songs of holy ecstasy, To wait my soul on high.” Y e< _^ ri ' s Han people on either side of the Led, and th ‘Christian people at the foot of the bed, and ('hristian people to close my eyes, and Christuiu people to carry me out, and ( hiistian people t > look after those whom I leave behind, and Christian jieople to re member me a little while after fam gone. “>V here thou diest, will 1 die, and there w ill 1 be buried.” Sometimes an epitaph covers up more than it expresses. Walking through Greenwood Cemetery 1 have sometimes seen an inscrip tion which impressed me how hard the sculptor and friends were trying to make out a good story in stone. 1 saw from the in scription that the man or woman burled there ha 1 died without hoj e. The ius ription told the air,telling the story of their discomfiture, this audience would fall fiat on its face, ask ing to be rescued from the avalauche of hor ror. My hearers, do you wonder that thh Ruth of my text made the Cnristian's choice and closed it with the ancient form of imprecation upon her own soul, if she ever forsook Naomi: “The Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and ine.” They were to live together. Come the jackals, ?omo the bandits, roll on Dead 8oa! My hearers, would you not like to be with your Christian friends forever? Have there not gone out persons from your household whom you would like to spend eternity with? They were mild, and loving, and gentle, and beau tiful, w hile here. You have no idea that the joys of heaven have made them worse. Choose their Christ, and you may have their heaven. They went in washed through me the man was a member of Congress, or a bank President, or some prominent citizen, but said nothing about his soul's des tiny. The body is nothing. The soul! The soul! Aud hero by this inscription I see that this man was born in 1800 and died in 1875. Seventy-five years on earth, and no Christian hope! Oh, if in all the cemeteries of your city the graves of those who have gone out of this world unprepared should sigh on the wind, who would have the nerve to drive through such a place? If all those who have gone out of this world unprepared could come back to-day and float through the blood of the Lamb, and you must have the same glorious ablution. With holy violence I put my hands on you to-day, to push you on toward the’immediate choice of this only Saviour. Have him you must, or perish world without end. Elect this moment as the one of contrition and transport. Oh, give one intense, earnest, be lieving, loving gaze into the wounds opened for your eterual salvation! Some of you I confront for the first and the last time until the judgment, aud then wo shall meet. Will you be ready? The Editor Receives a rail. A chronic loafer, who thinks he has a right to bother people and render them as idle as himself, walked into the Tele gram office recently. He wanted to see the editor. He saw the editor. “Nice day,” said the vis tor. “Pretty wann,” replied the editor. “Warm enough for you?” said the visitor. A look of disgust on the face of tho editor. “How are you gettin’ along?” said the visitor. “Very well, thank you,” said the edi tor. Pause. “Guess it’ll rain ’fore night,” sa d the visitor. “Probably,” said the editor. “How’s all the folks?” [asked tho vis itor. “Well, thank you,” replied the editor. Another pause. “Hottcr'n ’twas yesterday, I believe,” | said the visitor. “Very likely,” said the editor. “Need a good shower now to cool toe I air,” said the visitor. “Y-e-s,” said the editor. “What's new?” asked the visitor. “Nothing special,” replied the editor. ; A very long pause. “Believe it’s gettin’cooler,by George” said the visitor. “Shouldn t wonder,” replied the eii tor. “I ll be blamed if I don't believe Id freeze to death if I stayed here muh longer,” said the visitor. “Quite likely,” replied the editor. And then the visitor coolly vamoose., ; and the editor, “hot in the collar,” e- ; sutned his pencil.— Cincinnati Telegrai. 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