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toils! Rev. Dr. Talmage has chosens
as pletumthas it is spiritually
He groups his discourse into
‘H " The text selectedwns,
[.mm I see the heavens opened. ”~Aets
beggppereachlng a rousing
could not stand it.
resolved to do as men sometimes
like to do in this day, if they dared.
th some plain preacher of righteousness
w-"klll him. The only way to silence this
M was to knock the breath out of him.
80 they rushed Stephen out of the gates of
the city, and with curse and whoop and
hollow they brought him to the one. as
ml! the custom- when they wanted to take
“my life by stoning. Having brought
hill: to the edge of the cliff, they pushed
him off. After he had fallen they came
and looked down, and seeing that he was
not yet dead they began to drop stones
upon him, stone after stone. Amid this
horrible rain of missiles Stephen clambers
up on his knees and folds his hands, while
the blood drips from his temples, and then,
. ”looking up, he makes two prayers, one for
_ himself and one for his murderers.
“Lord
Jesus, receive my spirit,” that was for
himself. "Lord, lay not this sin to their
charge," that was for his murderers.
Then, from pain and loss of blood, he
swooned away and fell asleep.
Iwant to show you today five pictures
<‘——Stepben gazing into heaven, Stephen
looking at Christ, Stephen stoned, Stephen
in his dying prayer, gtepheti asleep.
' Stephen looking Into Heaven.
First look at Stephen’ gazing into heav-
en. Before you take a leap you want to
knhv where you are going to land. Be-
‘fore you climb a ladder you want to know
to what point the ladder roaches. - And it
,, was right that Stephen, within a few mo-
ments of heaven, should be gazing into it.
We would all do well to be found in the
same posture. There is enough in heaven
to keep us gazing. A man of large wealth
may have statuary in the hall, and paint-
- logs in the sitting room, and works of art
in all parts of the house, but he has the
chief pictures in the art gallery. and there
, hour after hour you walk with catalogue
and glass and ever increasing admiration.
Well, heaven is the gallery where God has
thercd the chief treasures of his realm.
a whole universe is his palace. In this
lower room where we stop there are many
adommonts, tosscllatcd floor of amethyst,
and on the winding cloud stairs are
stretched out canvases on which cmnmln-
glo azure and purple and saffron and gold.
But heaven is the gallery in which the
chief glories are gathered. There are the
brightest robes. There are the richest
crowns. There are the highest exhilara.
tions. St. John says of it, “The kings of
the earth shall bring tlIcirhonor and glory
into it.” And 1 son the primssion form-
ing, and in the lino come all empires, and
the stars spring up into an arch for the
hosts to march under. They keep stop to
the sound of earthquake and the pitch of
avalanche from the mountains, and the
flag they been is the flame of a consuming
world, and all lu-avcn turns out with
harps and trumpets uud myriad voiced ac-
clamation of angelic dominions to wolf
name them in, and so the kings of the
earth bring their honor and glory into it.
Do you wonder that gmd people often
stand, liko Stephen, looking into hoavou‘.’
We have many friends there.
There is not a. man here so isolated in
life but there is some one in heaven with
whom he once shook hands. Asamun
getsolder, the number of his celestial ac~
quaintanccs very rapidly multiplies. We
have not had one glimpsoof them since
the night We kissed them goodby and they
went away. but stillwo stand gazing at
heaven. As when some of our friends go
across the sea we stand on the dock or on
the steam tug and watch tluuu, and after
awhile the bulk of the vessel disappears,
and then there is only a patch of sail on
the sky, and soon that is gone, and they
are all out of sight, and yet. We stand look-
ing in the some direction, so when our
friends go away from us into the future
world we keep looking down through the
Narrows and gazingand gaziugas though
we expected that they Would come out and
stand on some cloud and give us one
glimpse of their blissful and Lransflgured
Laces
While you long to join their companion
ship, and the yours and the days go with
such todium that they break your hcartamd
the vipers of pain and surruwaud bcrcavo‘
ment keep gnawing at your vitals, you
will stand, likor'otcphcu. gazing into beav—
on. You wonder if they have changed
since you saw them last. You Wonder if
they would recognize your face now, so
chaugodlms it been with trouble. You
wonder if, amid the myriad delights they
have, they care as much for you as they
used to when they gave you a helping
hand and put. their shoulders under your
burdens. You wonder if they look any
older, and smuotiuws in the evening tide.
when the house is all quiet, you Wonder if
you should call them by their first uaum if
they would not answer, and perhaps some-
times you do make the experiment, and
when no one but (iodaud yourself are
there you distinctly call timlr names and
listen and sit gazing into heaven.
Melting Upon Christ.
Pass on now and see SI-cpben looking
upon Christ. My text says he saw the
Son of Man at the right hand of God.
Just how Christ looked in this world, Just
how he looks in heaven, we cannot say.
“Gladiators of the different ages have
tried to imagine the features of Christ
andpnt them open canvas, but we will
have to wait until with our own eyes we
Isshlm and with our own cars we can
hear him. And yet there is a way of eco-
lng him and hearing him now. 1 have to
tell you that unless you see and hear
Christ on earth, you will never see and
hear him in heaven.
Leek! There ho is! Behold the Lamb
of Godl Can on not see him? Then pray
toast! to take the acaiesoff your eyes.
hook that way—try to look that way. His
voice cornea down to you this day-memes
down to tho blindest. to the donfest soul,
laying, “innit unto me. all ye ends of the
earth and be ye saved, for i am God, and
there is none else. " Proclamation of an]
Wmancipntlon for all slaves Tell
my a who knew "Lost of the world's his-
in, "what other king ever asked the aban-
denied, and the forlorn, and the wretched,
the cum: to mound sit beside
got, wonderful invitstienl You
ittcdayond ' Wheelie:
pronouncedx my deliverance Behold him,
little ohildrsodm it you live techne-
sooreyears and too you will see,nene so
lair. Behold him, ye need one. tor he
only can shine through the «llamas of
curtailing eyesight. Behold him, firth.
behold him, heaven. What a iuoment
when all the nations of the saved shall
gather around Christ, all faces that my.
all thrones that way. wing on Jesus!
Ills world: if all the nations know
here the whole earth would loyalties tee.
Started.
1' pass on now and look at Stephen
stoned. The world has always wanted to
get rid of good men. Their very life is an
assault upon wickedness. Out with Ste-
phen through the gates of the city. Down
with him over the precipices. Let every
man come up and drop a stone upon his
head. But these men did not so much
kill Stephen as they killed themselves.
Every stone rebounded upon them. While
these murderers are transfixed by the
scorn of all good men Stephen lives in the
admiration of all Christendom. Stephen
stoned, but Stephen alive. So all good
men must be pelted. “All who will live
godly in Christ. Jesus must suffer persecu-
tion.” It is no eulogy of a man tosay that
everybody likes him. Show me any one
who is doing all his duty to state or
church, and I will show you scorcs,cf men
who utterly abhor him.
If all men ilpflilk wall of you, it is be-
causo you are either a laggard or adolt.
If a steamer makes rapid progress through
the waves, the water will boil and foam
all around it. Brave soldiers of Jesus
Christ will hear the carblncs click. When
I see a man with a voice and money and
influence all on the right side, and so a
caricature him, and ammo sneer at him, and
shine denounce him, and men who pretend
to be actuated by right motives conspire to
cripple him, to cost him out, to destroy
him, I say, “Stephen stoned."
When I see a man in some great moral
or religious reform battle against grog-
shops, exposing wickedness in high places,
by active nuums trying to purify the
church and better the world's estate, and
Illnd that the newspapers rsanathoxnntizo
him, and uu-u, even good men, oppose him
and denounce him, luv-nose, though he
does good, he does not do it in their way,
Isay, ‘v‘h'topbcn stoned." But you no-
tice, my friends, that while they assaultml
Stephen they did not succeed really in
killing him. You may (tumult. a good man,
but you cannot kill him. 0n the day of
his death, Sit-plum iiiioliu before a few pow
plo iutbc sauiwdriug'this Sabbath morn-
lllglit‘liiliii'l‘rsos all Christendom. I’ani
Iboawmiustood on Mars hill addressing
a handful of philosophers who knew not
so much about science as u Iuodcrnscbool-
girl. Today he talks to all the mllliouaof
(ilil‘lwh-mllmi aboui Ibo womb-rs of justifi—
cation and the glories of resurrection.
John Wesley was bowled down by the mob
to whom he preached, and they throw
bricks at him, and theydenounced him,
and they jfi‘olli'il him. and they spat upon
him, and yo: today, in all lands, ho is ad-
mitted to be t be great fut bar of Mcthodisul.
Booth‘s bullet vacated the pmsldmltlai
chair, but fmm that spot of cmiguiated
blood on the floor in thobox of Ford's
theater-theresprang up the new life of a
notion. Stephen stoned, but Stephen
alive.
A Dying Prayer.
Pass on now and sec Stephen in his dy-
ing prayer. ills first. thought was not how
tlmsloncs hurt his head nor what would
become of his body. His first thought was
about. his spirit. "‘lmrd Jesus, receive my
spirit." The murderer standing on tho
trapdoor, tho black cap being drawn over
his head before the oxtwution, may grimacc
about Iluv future, but you and l have no
shame in confessing sonic anxiety about
where we are going to come out. You are
not all body. There is within you a soul.
I see it gleam from your eyes today, and I
see it irradiating yuurcoum uanco. Some-
timcbl am ulmsbcd before an audience,
not because I come under your physical
eyesight, but lwcauso I rI-alizo the truth
that I stand before so funny inuuortul
spirils. The probability is that your body
will or last find a sepulI-lu-r in some of
the conuvtvrivs that. surround this city.
There is no doubt but. that your obscquics
will be decent and rcslmttful, and you
will be able to pillow your head under the
maple, or the Norway spruce, or the cy-
press, or the blossoming ilr, but this spirit
about which Stephen prayed, what direc-
tion will that take? What guide will os-
sort it? What gate will open to receive it?
What cloud will be Cli'ffi for its pathway?
After it has not beyond the light of our
sun will there be torches lighted for it the
rest. of the way?
Will the soul have. to travel Ibrmigh
long LII-sorts before it reaches the good
laud? If we should lose our pathway, will
there be a rastlvut whose ganWc may
ask the way to the city? Uh, this myste-
rious spirit within us! It has two wings,
but it is in a (ago now. it is locked Ilk‘if:
to keep it, but let tbodoor of this cage
open the least, and flint soul isoff. Eagle's
wing could not catch it. The lightuluga
are not swift cuouLdI to come up with it.
When the soul leaves the body, it takes bf)
worlds at a bound. Audhavu I no anxiety
about it? ilavo you no anxit-tv about it?
I do not care w but you do with my body
when my soul is gone or whether you be-
llovc in cremation or lnbumution. I shall
sleep just as well in a wrapping of sack-
cloth as in satin lined with ougic’ a down.
But my snub-before I close this discourse
I will find out where it will land. Thank
God for the intimation of my text. that
when we die Janus takes us. That answers
all questions for me. What though there
were massive bars between here and the
City of Light, Jesus could remove them.
What though there were great Saharan of
darkness. Jesus could lilume them. What
« though I get weary on the Way, Christ
could lift me on his omnipotont shoulder.
What though there were ehasms to cross,
his band ‘eould transport me. Then let
Stephen’ a prayer be my dying litany,
“lmrd Jesus, receive my spirit.” It may
be in that hour we will be too feeble to
say a long prayer. It may be in that hour
we will not be able to say the Lord’s
Prayer. for it has seven [n-titions. Per.
hope we may be too feeble oven to say the
infant prayer our mothers taught us,
which John Quincy Adams, 70 years of
ago, said every night when he put his head
upon his pillow:
New I lay me down to sleep.
1 pray the herd my soul to keep.
We may be too feeble to employ either
of those familiar forms, but this prayer of
Stephen is so short, is so concise, is so
earnest, is so com hensive, we surely
willhsablets I: t. “Lord issuers-
”out:
Menu.» uni”...
his hands and cried out, “I move into the ‘ ,
light l’ '
Asleep.
Pass on new, and I will show you one
more picture, and that is Stephen asleep.
With a pathos and simplicity pwuliar to
the Scriptures, the text says of Stephen,
(“.Hc fell asleep. " ”0h, ” you say, “what
'a place that was to sleep! A hard rock
under him, stones falling down upon him,
the blood streaming, the mob howling.
What a place it was to sleep!” And yet
my text takes that symbol of slumber to
describe his departure, so sweet was it, so
contented was it, so pewoful was it.
Stephen had lived a very laborious life.
His chief work had been to care for the
poor. . How umny loaves of broad he had
distributed, how many bare feet he had
sandaled, how many cots of sickness and
distress he had blessed with ministries of
kindness and love, I do not know. Yet
from the way he lived, and thowoy he
preached, and the way he died, I know he
was a laborious Christian. But that him
all over now. lie has pressed the cup to
the last fainting lip. He has taken the
last insult from his enemies. The last
stone to whose crushing weight he is sus-
ceptible has been buried. Stephen is dcadf
The disciples come! They t‘akehirii up!
They wash away the blood from the
wounds. They straighten out the bruised
limbs. They brush back the tangled hair
from the brow, and then they pass around
to look upon the calm ccuntcnauce of him
who had lived for the poor and died for
the truth. Stephen asleep!
I have seen the sea driven with the bar-
ricane until the tailglcd foam caught in
the rigging, and wave rising above wave
seemed as if about to storm the heavens,
and then I have seen the tempest drop,
and the waves crouch and everything he-
come smooth and burnished as though a
camping place for the glories of heaven.
So I have seen a man, whose life has been
tossed and driven, coming down at last to
an infinite calm, in which there was a
bush of heaven’s lullaby. Stephen asleep!
1 saw such a one. Ho fought all his
days against poverty and against abuse.
They traducod his name. They rattlcd‘at
tho doorknob while he was dying with
duns for debts he could not- pay; yet the
peace of God broodL-d over his pillow and
while the world faded, heaven dawned
and the drumming twilight. of earth’s
night was only the opening twilight of
heaven’s morn. Not a sigh. Not a fear.
Not a struggle. liusb! Stephan asleep.
1 have not the faculty In: many have to
L'll the weather. I can never tell by the
set: Eng sun whet iur tin-re will be a
drought or not I cannot tell by tho
blowing; of the wind \vlu-llwr it “ill be
fair wvatlur or foul on the marrow. But
I can prophesy, and I will prophesy, what
wool her it will be when you, the (Ilirislian,
come to die, You may lum- it very rough
now. 1t may be this work one annoyance,
the next uuotlu'r annoyance. It may be
this year one lwrcavmucut, the next- on-
other bcrI-avoxm-m. llut at the last. Christ
will mum in and darkness will go out.
And though there may be no band to close
your eyes and no breast on which to rest
your dying bead, and no candle Io lift the
night, the odors of God's hanging garden
will regain your soul and at your bedside
will halt the chariots of lilo king. So
more routs to pay, in) morn agony iwcuuso
flour has gone In,
“the world. the flesh and the devil." but
peace ——— long. doc-p, everlasting peace.
Stephan :lewp!
Asleep in Jeans. blows-Hi sloop.
From which none over wake to weep;
A Hill” and \llillihllll’lll'll ro-xmsv,
Ullllljill‘l‘ll by the lust of fund.
Aslw‘p in ull'slirl. far from thou
Thy kindred and thy graves may be,
lint flu-r0 is still a lllf'flfit‘il elm-p,
From which noun cvcr wake to weep.
You have seen enough for one day. No
one can successfully examine more than
live pictures in a day. Therefore vvc slop,
having seen Ibis I-lusfcrof diviuo liaphucls
~Stcplu-n gazing into heaven, Stephen
looking at ( briu, NI pin-n stoned,
plu-u in his dying prmn Suplu-u asleepu
Rescued "(lid Pat's " Plow.
When the news (umo into (.ouum-ticut
that the British soldiers had fired the shut
heard “around tbcwurld," lsracl l’utuum
was plowing in a stony fluid in his farm
in l’omi'rct. 'i'bo plow vanished from the
unfinished furrow and from history. Ibon
and there, \viu-II “()ld l’ut" took up arms
for his country.
It. was rescued from a Windham county
barn loft is short time ago and bought for
a song by it. A. lirtmks, an cnIbusiaslic
relic humor of Hartford. It now m-cuplcs
an honored position among his collection
of curiosities. 'l‘ho l’IIIIIauI plow is a
pretty tough looking relic, but it is intact
in all its parts. It is interesting and val-
uable aside from itsussm-iaiious, in that
it is a capital typo of tho plow used in New
England during the colonial period.
Mr. Brooks has also swurod a wrinkled
old image of Bacchus, the oldest in the
country, under whose bvulgh countenance
travelers found catcrtaiuuwut in the Sun-
ford tavern, in Wludluuu town, in tho sov-
quL-cth century. The figure was carved
from a log of plan by liritish piisuuers in
\\ ludluuu jail in 1786. —-Ncw Y ori‘. lief-aid
(lost of Mourning In 1026.
( 'ousldcritu; thooustoum that prevailed
in those days (“‘25) us to mourning. it is
amazing that people ever worn anything
also and that Eugland tlid not look as
black as Corsica. No scarier bod adeatb
taken place than mourning was "out as a
pmscnt by the family not only to rein.
tlvca, but to intimate friends, and every-
thing hummliatcly surrounding the chief
mourner was put into the (impact black,
black hangings on the walls, black cover-
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son, black coaches for everybody, if the
bereaved one was of sufficiently high sta-
tuu to possess one things.
No wonder Ihat a “black bed” was lent
from house to h also and that funerals
cost vast sums. [lady Sussex expended
£400 on that of h 1- lord, equal to more
than £1,600 of m ' money, and the es-
cutcheou put up by Sir Ralph Vornoy to
the memory of Mary, his wife, cost from
40 food shillings, or from 1:8 to £10.—
Looguum a Magazine.
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