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DR. TALMAGE’S SERMON. -HE OBCHABD ON THE HILL. y xt “And when they were come to the •ia e. whi< 11 te cal,wi ( alvary, there they . ru -jfled Hun, and the ma lot actors. or.e on *.h e right hand, and tho other on the left’— ” u .e xxiii- «» ;i . *’.i u -t outside of Jerusalem is a swell of i uod, toward which a crowd are as end ’ tor it is the day of exe ution. What a , ’ btv as e üblago Some for curiosity to '.‘-[rwhat the malefactors will say, and to e how they will act. The three jieraons to L executed are already there. Some of the delators are vile of lip and bloat© 1 of < heek. >me look up with revenge, hardly able to \nth ir handsoff the sufferers. Some tear Jbetrown hair in a irenzy of griff. Some taud in slant borrow. Son e break out into uncontrollable weeping. Some clap their lands m delight that the offenders are to be anished at la>t. ihe soldiois, with drawn words, dri e back the mob, which press on 1 bard. There is fear that the proceedings may be interrupted. D»t tho German Ixgion, now stationed at Jerusalem, on imweback, da h alon* the line, and force v k the su ging multitude. “Back with voul ’i s the cry; “Have you never toeu a man die be!ore/” . . i'hrec crosses in a row. An upriguv p;o e and two transverse pieces—one on the top, m which the hands are nailed, and one at tho n (Idle, on whi< h the victim sit. Three trees •id planted, yet bearing fruit—the one at the right bearing poison, and the one at tho I t bitter aloes; the one in the middle, apples ofl'»ve. Norway pine, and tropical orange, and Lebanon cedar, would not ma..e strange a grovo as this or chard on the hill. Stand, and give a look at the three crosses. J ust look at the one on the right. Its victim dies scoffing. More tremendous than his physical anguish J 9 his scorn and hatred of Him on the m ddle i-ross. This one on the right twists half around on the spikes to hiss at the < )ne on tho middle. If the scoffer could get one hand loo>e. and He were within reach, he would smite the middle sufferer in the face. He hafts Him with a perfect hatred. 1 think he wishes he were down on the ground, that he mi ht spar Him. He envies the me hanics who, with their nails, have nailed Him fast. Amid the settling darkness, and louder than the crash of the rocks, I hear him jeer out these words: “Ah! ah! you poor wretch, 1 knew you were an impostor! You pretended to be a God, and yet you let these armed legions master you.” It was in some such hate that Voltaire, in his death hour, because he thought he saw Christ in his bedroom, got upon h s elbow and cried out: “Crush that wretch!” What had the middle cross done to arouse up this right-hand cross? Nothing. Oh, the ennuty of the natural heart against Christ! The world likes a sentimental Christ or a pblanthropic Christ: but a Christ who conies to snatch men from their sins, away with Him! On this right-hand cross, to night, I see typified the unbelief of the world. Men say: “Ba k with Him from theheait. I will no' let Him take my sins. If He will die. let Him die for Himself, not for me.” There has always been a war between this right hand cross and the mid dle cross, and wherever there is Lan unbelieving heart, there the fight goes on. O, if, w’hen that dying malefactor per ished, the faithlessness of man had perished, then that tree which yields poi ou would have budded and blossomed with life for al! the world. Look up into that disturbed countenance of the sufferer, and see what a ghastly thing it is to reject Christ. Behold m that awful face, in that pitiful look, in that unblessed death hour, the stings of the sinner's departure. What a plunge into darkness! Standing high u on the cross on the top of the hill, so that all the world may look at hi n, he says: “Here I go out of a miserable life into a wretched eternity! One! Two! Three! Listen to the crash of the fall, all ye ages! So Hobbes, dying after he had seventy years in which to prepare for eternity, said: “Were I master of all the world. I would give it all to live one day longer.” Sir Fran cis New, ort hovering over the brink, critd out: “Wretch that I am, whither shall I fly from this breast' What will become of me/ 0, that I were to lie upon the fire that never is quenched, a thousand years, to purchase the favor of God and be reconciled to Him again! O, eternity! O, eternity! Who can discover the abyss of eternity/ Who can paraphrase upon these words: For ever and for ever. ’ That right-hand cross, thousands have nerished on it, yea, in worse agonies. For what is physical pain com pared with remorse. at the last, that life had been wasted, and only a fleeting moment stands between the soul and its ever lasting overthrow? O God, let me die any where rather than at the foot of that right hand cross. Let not one drop of that blood fall upon my cheek. Rend not my ear with that cry. 1 see it now as never before—the loathsomeness and horror of my unbelief. That dying malefactor was not so much to blame as I. Christianity was not established, and perhaps not until that day had that man hoard the Christ. But after Christ lias stood almost nineteen centuries, working the won ders of His grace, you reject Him. That right-hand cro s. with its long* Learn, over shadows all the earth. It is planted in the heart of the ra e. When will th time come that the Spirit of God shall, with its axe, hew down that right-hand cross, until it shall fall at the foot of that middie cross, and un belief, the railing malefactor of the world, shall perish from all our heai ts. Away from me! thou spirit of unbelief! I hate thee! With this sword of God I thrust thee back •nd thrust thee through. Down to hell; 4own, most ac-ursed monster of the earth, ind talk to the millions thou hast already damned. Talk no longer to these sons of God» these heli’s of heaven. If thou be the bon of God.” Was there *ny “it about it* Tell me. thou star tnat in robe of lightdidrun topointout His birth pia e. Tell me, thou s; a that didst Hit thy hand over thy lip wiieu iHe bid thee be still. Tell ire. ye dead who got ud to see Him die. Tell me, uiousun in mid-heaven, who for Him didst nu down over thy fare the veil of darkness, jell me, ye lepers who were cl ansed. ye «ead who were ra se !, is He the Son or God? Aye, aye! responds the universe. The flo.v rs breath • it; th * stars chime it; the re- * ele nate it; the angels rise up on <oeir thrones to announce it. And vet on m seraole malrta ior\ “if how many !. «! *. !,e "recked lor all e ter nit}’. That l.tle 1 is the insect which has enough venom in l;' r ,’'.‘g to c ause the death of the s >r.i. No if ab< ut it. I know it Ecce Deus! Ife i thoroughly— through every mils le of the v au<l through every fa u tyot my mind; •id through every energy of my soul. Liv- 1 will prea h it: dying, I will pillow my ••a upon its cons lations. Jesus the God! Away. then, from this right-hand cross. Uieied berries of the forest are n- t to be Poisonous, and around this tree of cai nage jjow the red, jioisonous berries of which toy have tasted and die 1. I can see no use T taIS fight-han 1 < fobs, ew*wpt it be use i as •ev r with wh ch to upturn the unbelief of a world. Hero from tne r ght-band cross Th ♦ I® - ** J’nss clear to the other side. JJS* ‘ twists himself upon the . L J » • at < ent re cross—yet not to in »♦u- * s wors hip- He. too, would like a ’ s Imnd 1 xjse, not to smite, but to de “r the sufferer of the middle cross. He to Wjs laiier cursing on the other side: •lienee! between us is innocence m suffer for our crimes. »Silen e!” ts/i ? roUQ d this lefthand cross. O.’ ye tn • tonic for the bot., and the bitter ‘ i VbafcgTow on this t ree shall gi. e -trength •! nle to thy souk This left- and cro sis c n ly drowned t 11 us that in one m inent, they were under th ua>er, their whole • pass?.i before them, so i suppose that in J - ni meat the dying malefa tor th »ight ra “ hiS P a ' l Gs th it night w pen iie - t mt» an unguarded door an 1 too': ih ? , ’ the gold, Uie ewels, and as ihe-leeper »' » k' P-it a knife through tors neai t. Os day when> in th * I?n „j y be way.are'-, and, regardless of the aad :car. a uad or ms victim, ne flung tho mangle! corpse into the <L.st of the highway, or heaped upon it tne sUnea. He say#; “ hilum a gmLy wretch. Idee. ve tins. There is no ut-ea i f iny curdng. i bar will not stop the ja n. There is nc need of blaspheming Christ, n>r He has done me no wrung; and yet I cannot die so. Ihe tortures of my body a. e out done Ly the torturui of my 3oul. Tne ju t is a scone of misdoing. The present a cru i fixion Tho future an eve. lasting undo n;. Come back, thou hiding mid-day am! Kisi my cheek with one bright ray of comfort mu; a • lu-ip m».» auo.e—u Hi 4 . n\.ni ue math Imm I must turn t • uiy omj u .ion in sorrow, ihe t ue on Hie i have heard that He kn >ws how to holp a man when he is in t ouble 1 have heard that He can cine ihe wounded. 1 rave heard how tie an i ardon thesinner. Surely, in an His wander.n;s up and down theeartu H.* never saw *no moieiuueed o* His ior g.v ne s. Lie sml one! I turn to Theo! Wilt Thou look lor the moment away irom Thine own j ang.s t > pity me Lord, it is not to have my hands relieve i or my feet latten from the torture Iran stand all this; but Oh! my sms! my si is! my sins! they pierce me through and thrcugh. They tell me 1 must die for ever. They will push me out into the darkness uu!c>» mon wilt help. I c oiife sit all. Hear the cry of the dying thief, fxird, remember me when Thou comest into Thv kingdom. 1 ask no great thin ;s. I seek for no throne in heave i -no chariot to take me to the skies; but just think of me when this day’s horrors have passed. Th nk of me a little—of me, the one now hanging nt Ihy side; wh »n the shout of heavenly welcome takes Thea back into glory, Thou wilt not forget me, wilt Thou? Lord, remember me when Thou comest into Thy kingdom—only just remem ber me. Likewise must we repent. You say: “1 have stolen nothmg. ’ 1 reply: We have all been guilty of th * mightiest felony of the universe, for we have rob lie I God—robbed Him of our time, robbed Him of our talent-, robbed Him of our services. Suppose you send a man West as an agent of your firm, and every month you pay him his salary, and at the end of ten years you find cut that he has been serving another firm, but taking your salary; would you not at once condemn him as dishonest? God sent .us into this world to serve Him He has given us wages all the time. (ne half of u have been serving another master. When a man is convi ted of treason, he is brought out; a regiment surround him, and the com mand i given: “Attention, company! Takf aun! Fire!” And tho man fails with a hun dred bullets through his heart There come times in a man’s history when the Lord calls up the trooo of his iniquities, and at God’s command they pour into him a concentrated volley of torture. You say: “I don't feel myself to be a sinner.” That may be. Walk along by the cliffs and you jSee sunlight ana flowers at the mouth of t'ne < ave, and a chandelier of sta actite near the opening of the cave: but ta ea torch and go in, and before you have gone far you sea the fl ashing eye or a wild beast, or hear the hiss of a serj>ent. So the W’orld ! seems in the sunlight of worldlinesc but as I , 'vave the torch of God’s truth, and go down i into the deep cavern of the hear.—alas! for the bristling horrors and ihe ra’tlmg fangs. Have you ever not < e I the climax in this I Jiassageofsc ip ure. “The heart is deceitful.’ | I hat seems enough. But the passage goes on and says: “The heart is de eitful above all ; things!” AS ill you not say that is enough ? But the pass-age goi's on further and says “ The heart is deceitful above all things and desperately wicked.” If we could see tiie , true condition of the upardoned before God what wringing of hands : there would be ? what a thousand 1 voiced shriek of supplication and despair.' , But you are a sinner—a sinner. I speak not t > the verson who sits next to you, but L» you. You are a sinner. All the transgres sions of a life time have been gathered up into an avalanch ■. At any moment it may slip from the cliffs and crush you forever. May the Lord Almighty, by His grace, help us to repent of our sins while repentance is possible. The left hand cross was a believing cross. There was no guess-work in tha r prayer; no it” in that supplication. The left-hand flung it-elf at the foot of the middle cross, expecting mercy. Faith is only Just ! opening the hand to take what ( hrist offers us. 'l'he work isalldone, the bridge is built strong enough for all of us to walk over. Tap not at the door of God's mercy with the tip of your fingers: but as a warrior, with gauntleted fists, beats at the castle gate, so, wiih all the aroused energies of our son Is, let us i)Oand at the gate of heaven. That gate is Jocki d. You go to it with a bunch of keys. You try philosophy; that will not open it. You try good works; that will uot oj>en it. A large door generally has a pon derous key. 1 take the cross and place the foot of it in the socket of the lock, and bv the two arms of th? cross I turn the lock and the door opens. This left hand cross was a pardoning cross. The crosses were only two or three yards apart. It did not take Jong for Christ to he ir. Christ might have turned away, and said: How darest thou speak to Me? lam the Lord of Heaven and Earth. I have seen your violence. When you stru k down that man in the darkness, I paw you. You are getting a just reward—die in dark ness—die forever. But Jesussaidnot so; but rather: “This day shalt thou bo with .Me in Paradise;'’as much a> to say: “I s-e you there; don't worry. I will not only bear my cross, but help you with yours.” Forthwith the left-hand cross becomes the abode of contentment. The pillow of tiie malefactor soaked in blood, be nines like tho crimson upholstery of a King’ couch. When the body bacame still, and the surgeons feel ing the pulse said one to another: “He is dead,” the last mark of pain had gone from his face. Peace had smoothed his forehead; Peace closed h s eyes; Peace closed his lips. Now you see why there are two transverse oie e.s on the Cross, for it has be ome a ladder int > tiie skies. That dying h ad is easy which Ins under it the promise: “This day shalt thou bo wit hMe in Lara li e.” Ye whose lips have been filled with blasphemy, ye whose h inds for many years have wrought u irighteous ness, ye who have companioned with the un clean, ye who have sealed every height (>t transgression, and fathomed every depth, and passed every extre neo. iniquity—mercy! mercy! “The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day; And there may I, as vile as he, Wash all my sins away.” I have shown you the right-hand cros- and the left-hand cro s. Now c mie to the middle crovs. We stoo lat the one an 1 found it yielded poison. We stood at tho other and found it yielded bitter aloe< Come now to the midd.e cross, and shake down app es of love. Uncover your hea l. You ne.er saw so tender a scene as this. You may have seen father, or mother, or companion, or child die, but never so affe ting a seen • as this. The railing thief lo >ked from one way and saw only the right side of Christs face. The penitent ■ hies looked from th?other way and saw the’e:t side of Christ s face. But where you sit to-day. in f ill of Gospel light, you see Christ’s full face. It was a suffering cros . If the weapons of tor* ure had gone on y through the fatty portions of the body, the torture would not have l>een so great; but they went through the han Is, and feet, and temples; the most sensitive portions It was not only the spear that went into His s da. but the sins of all the rare—a thousand spears—plunge after plunge, deeper and deeper, until the silence and composure that bes >re < hara^teri'ed Him gave way in a groan, through which rumbled the sorrows ot time and the woes of eternity. Human ha‘e had done its wo?-st and hell had hu’ led itA shar ert ia elin. and devils had vented thei • hottest rage when, with e ery nerve in Hh body in torture, and every fibre of His heart in e <cruHation. H< cried out. My God, my God, why ha t Thoc fo.sa ea Me! ’ *twasa / orZo'o? cro>—tb.c right-hand cross s u det for iw»lf. the ie t hand cross for it elf; but the middle cross for you. AV ben a King was dying, a young man cried: “Pour my blood in o h.s veins, that he die not.” The vein* of the young man were tan ed and the blood transferred: so that the King lived, but the young man died. Christ saw the race perishing. Ha cried: “Pour my blood into their veins, that they die not.” My hand is fre» now, because Christ’s wai crushed. My brow is jynsle-s now, Itv ause Christ’s was torn. My soul rs< a v.s, Is? auso Christ’s was Loud 1. Iga u heaven. liecame Christ forme enduro i th' horre-s of hell. When th.» Swiss w ro nia iy years ago eon • n ling against their one nies th y siw these en niie.s stardirg in solid nhalnnx.and knew n t how to break their ranks; Luton.'of their heroes rushKi out in front «f his regiment and shoute L “Make way for ho rty!’ Ihe wt apons of the em my were plunged ii to his heart, but while they were slaying him of coarse their ranks worn broken, and through that gap in the ranks tho Swiss marched to \ ietc.ry. Christ saw all the powers of dark new assailing men. He cried out: “Make wav for the redemption of the world.” All the wearing of infernal wra h struck Him, but as they struck Him our ra e marched out free. To this middle cross, my dying hearers, look, that your souls may live. I showed you the rivht hand cross in order ’hit you mi -ht see what an awful thing it is to ho unb ‘hav ing. I showed you th? loft hm 1 c:os- that you might s?e what it is t» Now I show you rhe middle cross that, you may st*e what Christ has done to save vour soul, loots have sung its pra se, and sculrtors have attempt 'd to commemorat • it in mar ble and martyrs have clung to it in the tire, and Christians dying quietly in their hois have leaned th -ir hesdi against it. Tins hour may all our souls embrace it w ith an ec staev of affection. loiv hold of that cr. sa.O sinner. Everything else will fail vou. Without« strong grin ’of thai you perish Put your ha ul on that an i you are safe, though a worl 1 swing from beneath y >ur feet. Oh! that I mivht engrave on your sou's ineffa a ably the three crosses, and that if in y<» ip waiting moment you will not heed, th m that in your dream this coming night you might see on the hill back of Jerusalem t -e three spectacles—the right-hand cross, show ing unbel es dying with >ut ( hrist—th ' left hand. show ng what it is to be pardoned— while the central cross pour< upon your soul the sunburst of heaven as it says; “By all these wounds I plead for tby heart. I have loved thee with an everlasting love. Rivers cannot quench it. The floods cannot drown it!’ And while you look the right-hand crass Will fa le out. of sight,.and then the Pf will be gone; nothing will remain but the middle cross, and even that, in your dream will begin to change until it be comes a throne, and the worn face of Calva ry will tn?ome radiant with gladness; and instead of the mad mob at the foot of the cross will be a multitude kne ‘ling. An 1 you and I will be among them. But no! we "will not wait for sivh a dream. In this our most aroused mood we throw down at the foot of that, middle cross sin, sorrow, life, death, everything. We are slaves; Christ gives deliverance to the < aptive. We are thirsty; Christ is the river of salvation to slake our thirst. We are hungry; Jesus says, “I am the bread of life’” We are conde vnod to die; Christ says: “Save that man from go ing down to the pit: lam the ransom.” We are tossed on a se i of troubles; Jesus ci mes over it, saying: “It is I. b? not afraid.” We are in darkness; Jesus-ays: “I am the bright and the morning star.” We are si k; Jesus is the balm of Gil al. We arc deal: hear the shrouds rend and the grave hillocks heave as he cries: “1 am the resmrre tion an I the 1 fe; he that believe!h in Me, though he were dead,yet shall he live.” We want justification. “Being justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Je us Christ.” We want to o'er’ise faith; “Believe in tho Lord Jesus Chr st, and tho i shalt be save I.” I want to got from under condemnation; “There is now, therefore no condemnation to them who are in Chr st Jems ” The cross—he carrie lit The flames of hell—ho su ered them. Tie shame—he end irod it The crown—he won it. He glits of heaven sing it, and worlds of light t • worlds of light all round the heavens cry: “Glory, gloryl” Let us go forth and gather the troph es for Jesus. From Got on In mines we gather the diamonds, from Ceylon banks we gttbt r the pearls, from all la ids an I kingdoms we gather pre ious stones, and we b ing the glittering burdens and put them down at. tho feet of Jesus, ami say: “All the e ar.* Thine. Thou art worthy.” We go forth a;ain for more trophies, and into one sheaf we gather all the sceptres of the C es:vr% and the Alex anders, and the Czars, and the Sultans, of all royalties and dominions, and then we bring the sheaf of sceptres and put it down at tho feet ot Jesus, and sav: “Thon art King of kings, and these Thon hast con que.i d.” And then we go forth azain to gather more trophies, and wo bid the re.leemed of all ages, the sons and daughters of the Lord Al night/, to come, anti the hosts of heaven bring rown and pa!m, and s opt e, and here by these blee ling feet and by this riven side, and by this wounded heart, cry: “Blessing an I h mor, and glory, and power unto tho Lamb forever and for ever!” An Accident. “What's the matter, Johnnie?” asked a small boy, a< Johnnie emerged from th; house crying. ‘ Frightful accident I” replied Johnnie, briefly. “No! What was it?’’ “Well, you see, I was talking mother, and I got mad and sassed h “Yes.” “And then she started me.” “Yes.” “And Iran all over tii« house, and down into the yard an I round that; and th< n into the wood-shed, you know—” “Yes, go on ! ’ “Well I was runnin’ under full steam, yo i see.” “Yes yes; of course.” “And , ran into an open switch. Ihe old gcntlhman was in the wood-shed with one. Terrible accident on that road, I can tell you. Tracks ain’t cleared yet. ” tit rrwLar. He Would Do. “So you want to be an umpire?” said the manager to the applicant. “Yep.” “Do you know what a foul ball is?’ “Xop.” “Do you know whit a bass hit is?’ “Nop.” “Do you know what an earned run is?” “Nop.” “Do you know anything at all about the game?” “Nop.” “Thea what are your quahfications?” “Why, I can lick any man in the State that disputes my d -cisions.” “Consider yourself engaged; you ar« the very min I am looking fos.''— PiUt burg Curunicle. A Horse on Pa. 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Wo tako thin ineanß to advise consumers to KNRIST upon having the NORTH STAR WASH BOARD. TMS IMHI la THK CUWKBT, ■uihctund by PFANSCHMIDT, DODGE & 00.. tse A 250 West Polk St., Chicago, 111. to the Finest in the Worll These Extracts never vary. SUPERIOR FOR STRENGTH, QUALITY, PURITY, ECONOMY, ETO. Mad. from Selected Fruita end Sploea. Innkt cn having Bactlno's Flavors AND TAKE NO OTHERS. SOLD BY ALL GROCERS. BASTIITE & CO., 41 Warren St., New York. theORRVILLE CHAMPION COMBINED Grain Thteshet/’Ctoet Hullei. Acknowledged by Tiirrtnhermeii to bo C. ./'r mnko the only 'I u o-C v Imdwr Grain I hr«’*»B»er sml Clover Biollwr that will do tho work of two Kep.ir or j.j >• iiiera 'I no Clover IBiillvr h h'4 h Himp 1 " ait " hmerit taiL aseparnto hulliiitf cylinder c.m-trm "I mid op' rw ted upon th" m'mt »ipj>rov< , <l wl'‘Htinc pimciples. Illis tho whil st Fcpnruling cupm lty of any niHChtna ti the m .rket. In light, compact, durnblo, mfmb but one belt ruid re«|iiiie« Jews power mid bni few« r working pnrin CliiLiinuy other mitehinv. S" hlmpls ln<•oiisirin tion Unit it i*. easily undef •tood. Will th'OMh p. ifi-rrly fill kinds of j-rnln* peart, timothy, fl x. c'ovcr, etc. Send for • *’’Cnlijr t price Het. »4< , of Tlir< i«li< rrt, Kng’ncs, Haw Milla and Orrdn hr-gl-iorn, and be suer to mention thia paper. Ajjenls wianled. Addn hi THE KOPPES MACHINE CO. PHILAD’A, PA.