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THE SERAPHIC DIET,

REV. DR. TALMAGE PREACHES ELOQUENTLY ON ANGELS' FOOD.

The Manna That Fell to the Israelites In

tlie Wilderness—Food For Supornaturals.

Cupbearers—The Emerald Palace—Heav­

enly Tidings.

NKW YORK, March 10.—Among the thousands who greeted Rev. Dr. Talmage in the Academy of Music this afternoon were a largo number of strangers from distant parts of the Union. At the close of tho services the preacher on leaving the platform found himself confronted by enough people to fill an ordinary sized church, all intent on shaking hands with him. The subject of discourse for tho afternoon was "A Seraphic Diet," the text selected being Psalms Ixxviii, 25, "Man did eat angels' food.

Somewhat risky would bo tho undertaking to tell just what was tho manna that fell to tho Israelites in tho wilderness, of what it was made and who made it. The manna was called angels' food, but why so called? Was it because it came from tho place whero angels live, or because angels compounded it, or because angels did eat it, or because it was good enough for angels? Ou what crystal platter was it carried to the door of heaven and then thrown out? Iiow did it taster Wo are told there was in it something like honey, but if tho saccharine tasto in it had been too strong many would not have liked it, and so it may have had a commingling of flavors, this delicacy of tho skies. It must have been nutritious, for a nation lived on it for 40 years. It must have been healthful, for it is so inspiringly applauded. It must havo been abundant, becauso it dismissed tho necessity of a sutler for a great army.

Each person had a ration of threo quarts a day allowed to him, and so 15,000,000 pounds were necessary every week. Thoso were tho times of which my text speaks, when "man did eat angels' food." If tho good Lord, who has helped me so of&n, will help me now, I will first tell you what is angels'food, and then how wo may get some of it for ourselves. In our mortal state we must have for mastication and digestion and assimilation tho products of the earth. Corporeity, as well as mentality and spirituality, characterizes us. The stylo of diet has much to do with our well being. Light and frothy food taken exclusively results in weak muscle and semi-invalidism. The taking of too much animal food produces sensuality. Vegetarians aro cranks. Reasonable selection of the farinaceous and tho solid ordinarily produces physical stamina.

Angels' Food.

Eut we havo all occasionally been, in an ecstatic stato whero wo forgot tho necessity of earthly food. Wo woro fed hy joys, by anticipations, by discoveries, by companionships that dwindled tho dining hour into insignificance and made the pleasures of tho table stupid and uninviting. Thero have been cases where from seemingly invisiblo sources the human body has been maintained, as in the remarkable case of our invalid and Christian neighbor, Mollio Fancher, known throughout tho medical and Christian world for that sho was seven weeks without earthly food, fed and sustained on heavenly visions. Our boloved Dr. Ironams Prime, editor and theologian, recorded the wondors concerning this girl. Professor West, tho great scientist, marveled over it, and Willard Parker of worldwide fame in surgery threw up his hands in amazement at it. There are times in all our lives \Vhen the soul asserts itself and says to the body: "Hush,stand back! Stand down!"

I am at a banquet whero no chalices gleam and no viands smoko and no culinary implements clatter. I am feeding ou that which no human hand has mixed and no earthly oven baked. I am eating "angels' food." If you have never been in such an exalted state, I commiserate your leaden temperament and dismiss you from this service as incompetent to understand the thrilling and glorious suggestiveness of my text when it says, "Man did eat angels' food.

What the Text Says.

Now. what do tho supernaturals live on? Tliey experience none of the demands of corporiety and have no hindrance or environment in tho shape of bone and muscle and flesh, and hence that which may delectate our palate or invigorate our poor, dying frames would be of no use to them. But they have a food of their own. My text says so. There may be other coursos of food in the heavenly menu that I am not aware of, but I know of five or six styles of food always on celestial tables when cherubim and seraphim and archangel gather for heavenly repast—the mystery of redemption, celestialized music, the heavenly picturesque, sublime colloquy, eternal enterprises, saintly association, divine companionship, celebrative jubilance. There is one subject that excites the curiosity and inqiiisitiveuess of all thoso angela St Peter says, "Which thing the angels desire to look into"— that is, why did Christ exchange a palace for a barn? Why did he drop a scepter from his right hand to take a spear into his loft side? Why quit the anthem of the worshiping heavenB to hear the crooning of a weary mother's voice? Was a straw better than a garland? "Could it not have been done in some other way?" says angel the first. "Was iliu human race worth such a sacrifice?" says angel tho second. "How oould heaven get along without him for 83 years?" says angel the third. "Through that assassination may sinful man rise into our eternal companionship, says angel tho fourth.

And then* they all bend toward each other and talk about it and guess about it and try to fathom it and prophesy concerning it. But the subject is too big, and they only nibble at it. They only break off a pieoe* of it. They only taste it. They just dip into it. And then one angel cries, "Worthy is the Lamb

that was slain!" And another says, "Unsearchable!" And another says, "Past finding out!" And another says, "Allelui!" And then they all fill their cups of gold with tho "new wine of the kingdom." Unlike the breakers of tjarth, which poison, these glow with immortal health, the wine pressed from the grapes of the heavenly Eshcol, and they all drink to the memory of manger and cross, shattered sepulcher and Olivetic ascension. Oh, that rapturous, inspiring, transporting theme of tho world's ransom! That makes angels' food. The taking of that food gives stronger pulse to their gladness, adds several mornings oi radiance to their foreheads, gives vaster circle to tho sweep of their wings on mission interconstellation. Some of tho crumbs of that angels' food fall all arouud our wilderness camp today, and wo feel lilco crying with Paul, "Oh, the depth of the riches, both of the wisdom and knowledge of God!" or with expiring Stephen, "Lord Jesus, receive my spirit!" or with many an enraptured soul: "None but Christ! None but Christ!" Pass around this angels' food. Carry it through all these aisles. Climb with it through all these galleries. Take it among all tho hovels as well as among all the palaces of tho great town. Give all nations a tasto of this angels' food.

Celestial

Nov/, in the emerald palaco of heaven let the cupbearers and servants of the king remove this course from the banquet and bring on another course of angels' food, which is celestial music. You and I havo seen at somo concert or oratorio a whole assemblage to whom the music was a feast. Never anything that they took in at the lips of tho mouth was so delightful to their taste as that which they took in at tho lips of the ear. I havo seen and you have seen people actually intoxicated with sweet sounds. Oratorios which are always too protracted for those of us who have not had our faculties cultivated in that direction were never long enough for them. As at 11 o'clock at night tho leader of the orchestra gave the three taps of his baton to again start tho music they were as fresh and alert as when three hours before and at 8 o'clock the curtain first lifted. Music to them is food for body, food for mind and food for soul. From what I read in my Bible I think celestialized music will make up a largo part of angels' food. Why do I say "celestialized music?" Becauso though music may have been bom in heaven it had not all its charms until it came to earth and took a baptism of tears. Since then it has had a pathos and a tenderness that it could not otherwise have possessed. It had to pass under the shadows and over stormy seas and weep at sepulchers and to be hummed as lullaby over the cradle of sick children before it could mount to its present altitudes of heavenly power. No organ on earth would be complete without the stop "tremolo" and tho stop "vox humana." And no music of heaven would bo complete without the "tremolo" of earthly sorrow comforted and the "vox humana" of earthly sympathies glorified. Just take up the New Testament and find it a notebook of celestialized music.

It says Jesus sang a hymn beforo he went to the Mount of Olives, and if he could sing on earth with Bethlehem humiliation close behind him, and sworn enemies closo on both sides of him, and the torments of Golgotha just beforo him, do you not supposo he sings in heaven? Paul and Silas sang in midnight dungoon, and do you not supposo that now they sing on the delectable summits? What do harps and trumpets and choirs of revelation suggest if not music? What would tho millions of good singers and players upon instruments who took part in earthly worship do in heaven without music? Why, the mansions ring with it. Tho great halls of eternity echo with it. The worship of unnumbered hosts is inwrapped with it. It will bo the only art of earth that will have enough elasticity and strength to leap the grave and take possession of heaven.

The Highest Art.

Sculpture will halt this side tho grave because it chiefly commemorates the forms of those who in heaven will be reconstructed, and what would we want of tho sculptured imitation when we stand in tho presence of the resurrected original? Painting will halt this side tbo gravo because the colors of earth would be too tame for heaven, and what uso to have pictured on canvas the scenes which shall bo described to us by those who were the participants? Ono of the disciples will tell us about tho "Last Supper" better than Titian with mighty touch set up in art gallery. The plainest saint by tongue will describe the "Last Judgment" better than Michael Angelo with his pencil put it upon the oeiling of the Vatican. Architecture will halt this side the grave, for what use would there be for architect's compass and design in that city which is already built and garnished until nothing can be added? All the Tuileries and Windsor castles and St. Clouds of the earth piled up not equaling its humblest residences all the St. Pauls and St. Peters and St. Izaaks and St. Sophias of the earth built into one cathedral not equaling the heavenly temple.

But music will pass right on, right up and right in, and millions in heaven will acknowledge that, under God, she was tho chief cause of their salvation. Oh, I would like to be present when all tho great Christian singers and the great Christian players of all tho ages shall congregate in heaven. Of course they must, like all tho rest of us, beoleansed and ransomed by tho blood of the slain Lamb. Alas, that some of tho great artists of sweet sound have been as distinguished for profligacy as for the way they warbled or sang or fingored the keyboard or trod the organ pedal. Some who havo been distinguished bassos and sopranos and prima donnas on earth, I feel, will never sing the song of Moses and the Lamb, or put the lip to the trumpet with sounds of victory before the throne. But many of the masters

who charmed us on earth will more mightily charm us in heaven. Great music hall of eternity! May you and I be there some day to acclaim when the "Halleluiah Chorus" is wakened. As on earth there havo been harmonies made up of other harmonies, a strain of music from this cantata, and a strain of music from that overture and a bar from this and a bar from that, but one great tune or theme, into which all tho others were poured as rivers into a sea, so it may bo given to tho mightiest soul in the heavenly world to gather sometiling from all tho sacred songs we havo sung on earth, or which have been sung in all the ayes, and roll them on in eternal symphony, but tho ono great thomo and the one overmastering tone that shall carry all before it and uplift all heaven from central throne to farthest gate of pearl and to highest capstone of amethyst will be, "Unto him who loved us and washed us from our sins in his own biood, and made us kings and priests unto (-rod and tho Lamb, to him be glory!" That will be manna enough for all heaven to feed on. That will be a banquet for immortals. That will be angels' food. ,, ^ti: iity Kntcrpriscs. ow, in the emerald palace of heaven. let tho cupbearers and servants of the king remove this course from the banquet and bring oil another course of angels' food, which is laying out of mighty enterprise. The Bible lets us know positively that the angels havo our world's aii'airs on their heart. They afford the rapid transit from world to world. Ministering spirits, escorting spirits, defending spirits, guardian spirits—yea, they have all worlds on their thought. We are told they sang together at the creation, and that implied not only the creation of our world, but of other worlds. Shall they plan only for our little planet and bo unconcerned for a planet iJOO times larger? No. They have all the galaxies under their observation. Mighty schemes of helpfulness to be laid out and executed, shipwrecked worlds to be towed in, planetary fires to be put out, demoniac hosts rising up to bo hurled back and down. These angels of light unhorso an Apollyon with one stroke of battloax celestial. They talk these matters all over. They bend toward each other in sublimest colloquy. They havo cabinet meetings of winged immortals. They assemble the mightiest of them in holy consultation. They plan out stellar, lunar, solar, constellated achievement. They vie with each other as to who shall do tho grandest thing for the eternals. They compose doxologics for the temple of the sun. They preside over coronations. If in the great organ of the universe ono key gets out of tune, they plan for its retuning. No undertaking is so difficult, no post of duty is so distant, no mission is so stupendous but at God's command they are gladly obtained.

A Supernal Repast.

When they sit together in heaven's places, Gabriel and Michael, tho archangel, and tho angel that pointed Hagar to the fountain in tho desert, and tho angel that swung open tho prison door of delivered Peter, and the angels who rao to be the reapers at tho end of tho world, and tho angel that stood by Paul to encourage him on the foundering cornship of Alexandria, and the two angels that sentineled the tomb of Christ, and the four angels that St. John saw in Apocalypse at tho four corners of the earth, and tho 12 angels that guard the 12 swinging pearls, and tho 20,000 charioted angels that the psalmist described, and more radiant than all of them put togethor, and mightier than all, and lovelier than all, "The Angel of tho Covenant," the cadences of his voice, tho best music that ever entranced mortal or immortal ears, his smile another noon risen on midnoon, his presence enough to make a heaven if there were no other attraction—I say, when they meet togethor in the council chambers close to tho throne—ah, that will be regalement infinite. That will be a repast supernal. That will bo angels' food. And one of my exciting anticipations of heaven is tho prospect of seeing and talking with some of them. Why not? What did they come out for on tho balcony on that Christmas night and sing for our world, if they did not want to be put in communication with us? I know the serenade was in Greek, but they knew that thoir words would bo translated in all languages. If they thought themselves too good to havo anything to do with us, would they have dropped Christmas carols upon tho shepherds, as bad as any of us havo ever been? Aye I If they sang for mortals, will they not sing for us when we become immortals?

The Man Who Laughs.

Now, in the emerald palace of heaven, let the cupbearers and servants of the king remove this course from the banquet and bring on another course of angels' food—the last course and the best, tho dessert, the culmination of the feast, which is celebrative jubilance. You and I have known people who prided thomselves on never getting excited. They have cultivated the phlegmatic. You never saw them cry you never hoard them in a burst of laughter. They are monotonous and to mo intolerable. I am afraid of man or a woman that cannot cry I am afraid of a man or a woman who cannot laugh. Christ says in tho book of Revelation that such people are to him nauseating and cause regurgitation—(Revelation iii, 16) "Because thou art lukewarm and neither cold not hot I will spew thee out of my mouth." But the angols in heaven have no stolidity or unresponsiveness. There is one thing that agitates them into holy warmth. Wo know that absolutely. If their harp be hung up on tho panels of amethyst, they take it down and with deft fingers pull from among the strings a can tic la They run in to their neighbors on tho same golden street and tell tho good news. If Miriam has thore cymbals anything like those with which sho performed on the banks of the Red sea, she claps them in triumph, and there is a festal table sproad, and the best of the angels' food is set on it.

When is it? It is when a manorwomau down in the world who was all wrong by the grace of God is made all right— (Luke xv, 10) "Thero is joy in the presence of tho angels of God over ono sinner that repenteth. Why are they so happily agitated? Because they know what a tremendous thing it is to turn clear around from ihe wrong and take the right road. It is because they know tho difference between swines' trough with nothing but husks and a king's banquet with angels' food. It is becauso they know tho infinite, tho everlasting difference between down and up.

Glad Tidings In Heaven.

And then their festivity is catching. If wo hoar the bells of a city ring, we say, "What is that for?" If we hear rolling out from an auditorium the sound of a full orchestra, we say, "Whac is happening here' And when tho angels of God take on jubilance over acase of earthly repentanco your friends in lie:wen will say: "What new thing has happened? Why full diapason? Why. the chiii.o from tho oldest towers of eternity?" The fact is, my hearers, thero are people in heaven who would like to hear from you. Your children there aro wondering when father and mother will come into the kingdom, and with more gleo than they ever danced in hallway at your coming homo at eventide they will dance the floor of the heavenly mansion at the tidings of father and mother saved. Besido that the old folks want to hear from you. They are standing at tho head of tho celestial stairs waiting for tho new* that their prayers havo been answered, and that you are coming on to take from their lips a kiss better than that which now they throw you. Calling you by your first name, as they alwaysd d, they are talking about you and saying, "There is our son," or: "Thero is car daughter down in that world of struggle battling, suffering, sin: ing, weeding. Why can they not see that Christ is the only one who can help and camfort and save?"

That is what they are saying about you. And if you will this hour in :e prayer of surrender that will not tai:o more than a second to make decido this then swifter than telegraphic dispatch tho news would reach them, and angels of God who never fell would join your glorified kindred in celebration, and tho caterers of heaven would do their best, and saints and seraphs side by sido would take angels' food. Glory to God for such a possibility! Oh, that this moment thero might bo a rush for heaven! Tlie Spirit and the Brido say, Como.*^*

Rejoicing saints re-oclio, Come. Who faints who thirsts, who will, may come. Thy toaviour bids thee uoiao.

Art That l'ays.

"Some years ago a young man came to New York from tho west with high aspirations about becoming an artist, said Alexander Stieff of New York. "He had been praised without stint in his own community and led to bolievo that tho metropolis was the proper field in which to display his talents and secure remunerative recognition. I knew his people and met him several times after his locating there. Ho was as proud as Lucifer and kept a stiff upper lip when asked how he was getting on, but I noticed that his confidence and enthusiasm were pretty much assumed. After awliilo he dropped out of my sight, and I saw nothing of him for threo years. Ho was sleek and prosperous looking, and I was glad to see that he had evidently caught on. I remarked that art appeared to be agreeing with him. Ho colored up and looked disconcerted for a moment, and then ho laughed and told me his story. "He said he had stuck to landscape and genro work until he had no more money to buy canvas or paint, but no customers had ever reached him. He was in despair when he happened to see an advertisement offoring a prize for the best design for wall paper. IIo pawned his overcoat for a few dollars and procured some materials and went to work on a design. Ho submitted it in person beforo it was fairly dry, and it immediately struck the fancy of tho advertiser, who was a wall paper manufacturer. He had been doing nothing else since, he said, and was making lots of money. I understood from him that new designs for such paper commanded very high prices, and that a successful maker of them could afford to laugh at the average artist when tho financial returns wore taken into consideration. —Washington Star.

Will Sustain 945,706,300 Persona.

Have you any idea of tho number of persons that the United States would sustain without overcrowding tho population or even going beyond tho limit of density now shown by tho state of Rhode Island? The last census of the pygmy state just givos it a population of 800,000. The area of tho state in square miles is only 1,250. Thus we find that there is an average of 318 persons ou every squaro mile of her territory. Wo can best illustrate the sustaining capacity of the whole of the United States and of tho othor states by making some comparisons. The stato of Texas has au area of 265,780 squaro miles, and were it equally as donsely populated as "Littlo Rhody" would comfortably sustain a population of 83,523,628 inhabitants —a greater number of persons than the wholo country is expected to have in the yoar .%0. Scatter people all over the whole land from tho Atlantic to tho Pacific and from tho gulf to tho British possessions as thickly as they are now in Rhodo Island, and we would havo 945,766,300 inhabitants, instead of an insignificant 62,000,000. In other words, if tho United States could be peopled to thoir utmost sustaining capacity, we could take caro of nearly two-thirds of tho presont population of the globe.—St. Louis Republic.

The Financial Situation.

Long—Are you in favor of a gold basis? Short—Silver Is good enough for Have you a spare quarter?—Detroit Fre® Press.