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Early in the morning there is a stir around Abraham's tent. A beast of burden is fed and saddled. Abraham makes no disclosure of the awful secret. At the break of day he says: "Come, come, Isaac, get up We are going off on a two or three days' journey." I hear the ax hewing and splitting amid the wood until the sticks are made the right length and the right thickness, and then they are fastened on the boast of burden. They pass on. There are four of them— Abraham, the father Isaao, the son, sind two servauts. Going along the road 1 see Isaac lookiug up into his father's face and saying: "Father, what is the matter? Are you not well? Has anything liappened? Are you tired? Lean on my arm." Then, turning around to the servants, the son says, "Ah, father is getting old, and he has had trouble enough in other days to kill him booking For the Lamb.

The third morning has come, and it is the day of tho tragedy. The two servants are left with the beast of burden, while Abraham and his sou Isaac, as was the cutU.m of good people in those times, went up on the hill to sacrifice to the Lord. The wood is taken off the beast's bac'^ and put on Isaac's back. Abraham has in ono hand a pan of coals or a lamp and in tho other a sharp, keen knife. Hero are all tho appliances for sacrifice, you say. No, there is one thing wanting. There is no victim—no pigeon or heifer or lamb. Isaac, not knowing that he is to be the victim, looks up into his father's face and a question v.him must have cut the old man to tho bono, "Myfather!" The father said, "My s:oi, Isaac, here I am." The son said, "Behold the fire and the wood, but where is the lamb?" The father's lip quivered, and his heart fainted, and his Knees knocked together, and fcis entire body, mind and soul shiver in sickening arguish as he struggles to jjain equipoise, for he does not waut to treak down. And then he looks into his son's face with a thousand rushing tendernesses and says, "My son, God will ^provide himself a lamb."

The twain are now at the foot of the Jbill, the place which is to be famous for A most transcendent occurrence. They gather some stones out of the field and Irai Id an altar of three or four feet high. ^RMUI they take this wood off Isaac's i'\ tr .4 1 'J--v V"*

AN ANGELIC RESCUE.

A GRACIOUS FATHER AND AN OBEDIENT AND RELIGIOUS SON.

Atimlmm'8 Supreme

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Savins of Isaac From Eetos OfFrrcd as a Sa^riRce—T?rv. Dr. Tuiu:s or ". Easterly Sermon.

NEW YORK, Oct. 18.—In his sermon for today Rev. Dr. Talmage chose for his subject Abraham's supreme trial of faith and the angelic rescue of Isaac from being offered by his father as a sacrifice. The test was Genesis xxii, 7, "Behold the fire and tlis wood, but "Where is the In-irib?"

Here arc Abraham and Isaac, the one a kind, o]d, gracious, affectionate father, the other :i brave, obr.riu u.. religious son. FrOEi his bronzed appearance you can tell that ibis si.i» has bwn much in the fields, and from his shaggy dross you know that he l. been watching the herds. The mountain air has painted his cheek ml-Vm"!. Fo is 20 or 2.1 or, as some tmpp.sp, 83 years of age, nevertheless a l:.c,y, considering the length of life to which people lived in those times and the fact that a son never is anything but a boy to a father. I remember that my failicr ui-'cd to come into the house the children were homo on some fu:- Ua ci-oasion and say, "Where are the although "the boys" were £N.i una ?U) a uri -Jo years of age. So this Is aw. is ndy a boy to Abraham, and this fa Lor's heart is in him. It is Isaac here and Isaac there. If there is any festivity mound riie father's tent, Isaac must enjoy it. It is Isaac's walk, and Isaac's apparel, and Isaac's manners, and Isaac's prospects, and Isaac's prosperity. The lather's heartstrings are all wrapped around that boy and wrapped again, until nine-tenths of the old man's life is in Isaac. I can just imagine how lovingly and proudly he looked at his only son.

The Sacrifice.

Well, the dear old man had borne a great deal of trouble, and it had left its mark upon him. In hieroglyphics of •wrinkle the story was written from forehead to chin. But now his trouble seems all gone, and we are glad that he is very soon to rest forever. If the old man shall get decrepit, Isaac is strong enough to wait on hiru. If the father get dim of eyesight, Isaac will lead him by the hand. If the father become destitute, Isaac will earn him bread. How glad we are that the ship that has been in such a stormy sea is coming at last into the harbor. Are you not rejoiced that glorious old Abraham is through with his troubles? No.no! A thunderbolt 1 From that clear eastern sky there drops into that father's tent a voice with an announcement enough to turn black hair white and to stun the patriarch into instant annihilation. God said, "Abraham!" The old man answered Here I am God said to him, "Take thy son, thy only son Isaac, whom thou lovest, and get thee into the land of Sloriah and offer him there as a burnt offering." In other words, slay him cut his body into fragments put the fragments on the wood set fire to the wood and let Isaac's body be consumed to aihes. "Cannibalism! Murder!" says some one. "Not so," said Abraham. I hear Jiim soliloquize: "Here is the boy on whom I have depended! Oh, how I loved him He was given in answer to prayer, and now must I surrender him? 0 Isaac, my son Isaac, how shall I part with you? But then it is always safer to do as God asks me to. I have been in dark places before, and God got me -•out. I will implicitly do as God has told me, although it is very dark. I can't see my way, but I know God makes no mistakes, and to him I commit myself and my darling son.

back and sprinkle it over the stones, so as to help and invite the flame. The altar is done—it is all done. Isaac has helped to build it. With his father he has discussed whether the top of the table is even and whether the wood is

properly prepare is a pause. The sou i'ooks around to see if there is not some "living ?vrtr»l that can bo ami LnkIn-v ..e off'rvr-

fatherly feelings and suppress his grief in order that he may break to his son the terrific news that he is to be the victim.

Ah, Isaac never looked more beautiful than on that day to his father. As the old man ran his emaciated fingers through his son's hair he said to himPOIF: "TTR-.RR-give him up? What will his mother say when I come back without my boy? I thought he would have L.evit tho comfort of my declining days. I thought he would £o been the hope of ages come. Ecaatiful and loving, and yet to die under my own hand. O God, is there net some other sacrifice that will do? Take my life and spare hi-'! TV-ur c-nt my blood and save Isaac for his mother and the wcfrld!" But this was an inward struggle. The father controls his feelings and looks into his son's face and says, "Isaac, must I tell you all?" His son said: "Yes, father I thought you had something on your r.":ii u. Tell it." Tho father said, '"IViy son, Isaac, thou art the lamb!" "Oh," you say, "why didn't that young man, if he was 20 or 30 year.- of age, smite into the dust his infirm father? He could have done it." Ah, Isaac knew by this time that the scene was typical of a Messiah who was to come, and so he made no struggle. They fell on each other's necks and wailed out the parting. Awful and matchless scene of the wilderness! The rocks echo back the breaking of their hearts. The cry, "My son, my son!" The answer, "My father, my father!"

The Lamb Found.

Do not compare this, as some people have, to Agamemnon willing to offer up his daughter, Iphigenia, to please the gods. There is nothing comparable to this wonderful obedience to the true God. You know that victims for sacrifice were always bound, so that they might not struggle away. Rawlings, the martyr, when he was dying for Christ's sake, said to the blacksmith who held the manacles, "Fasten those chains tight now, for my flesh may struggle mightily. So Isaac's arms are fastened, his feet are tied. The old man, rallying all his strength, lifts him on to a pile of wcod. Fastening a thong on one side of the altar, he makes it span the body of Isaac, and fastens the thong at the other side the altar, and another thong, and another thong. There is the lamp flickering in the wind ready to be put under the brushwood of the altar. There is the knife, sharp and keen. Abraham—struggling with his mortal feelings on the one side and the commands of God on the other—takes that knife, rubs the flat of it on the palm of his hand, ciies to God for help, comes up to the side of the altar, puts a parting kiss on the brow of his boy, takes a message from him for mother and home, and then lifting the glittering weapon for the plunge of the death stroke—his muscles knitting for the work—the hand begins to descend. It falls! Not on the heart of Isaac, but on the arm of God, who arrests the stroke, making the wilderness quake with the cry, "Abraham, Abraham, lay not thy hand upon the lad, nor do him any harm

What is this sound back in the woods? It is a crackling as of tree branches, a bleating and a struggle. Go, Abraham, and see what it is. Oh, it was a ram that, going through the woods, has its crooked horns fastened and entangled in the brushwood and could not get loose, and Abraham seizes it gladly and quickly unloosens Isaac from the altar, puts the ram on in his place, sets the lamp under the brushwood of the altar, and as the dense smoke of the sacrifice begins to rise the blood rolls down the sides of tho altar and drops hissing into the fire, and I hear the words, "Behold the Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world!"

Well, what are you going to get out of this? There is an aged minister of the gospel He says: "I should get out of it that when God tells you to do a thing, whether it seems reasonable to you or not, go ahead and do it. Here Abraham couldn't have been mistaken. God didn't speak so indistinctly that it was not certain whether he called Sarah or Abimelech or somebody else, but with divine articulation, divine intonation, divine emphasis, he said, 'Abraham Abraham rushed blindly ahead to do his duty, knowing that things would come out right. Likewise do so yourselves. There is a mystery of your life. There is some burden you have to carry. You don't know why God has put it on you. There is some persecution, some trial, and you don't know why God allows it. There is a work for you to do, and you have not enough grace, you think, to do it. Do as Abraham did. Advance and do your whole duty. Be willing to give up Isaac, and perhaps you will not have to give up anything. 'Jeliovah-jireh' the Lord will provide. A capital lesson this old minister gives us.

Out yonder in this house is an aged woman, tho li/M. of in her fne«. She is half way through the door. She has her hand on the pearl of the gate. Mother, what would you get out of this subject? "Oh," she says, "I would learn that it is in tho last pinch that God conies to tho relief. You see, the altar was ready, and Isaac was fastened on it, and tho knife was lifted, and just at the last moment God broke in and stopped proceedings. So it has been in »ny life of 70 years. Why, sir, there Was a time when the flour was all out bf the house, and I set the table at noon And had nothing to put on it, but five minutes of 1 o'clock a loaf of bread came. The Lord will provide. My son was very sick, and I said: 'Dear Lord, you don't mean to take him away from tne, do you? Please, Lord, don't take him away. Why, there are neighbors 1, .s.'f

who have three and four sons. This is my only son. This is my Isaac. Lord, you won't tako him away from me, will you?' But I saw he was getting worse and worse all the time, and I turned round :\ri prayed, anlil after "if I +K- I could say, 'Thy will, O Lord, be done!' The doctors ga^e u.:, •1 a.II gw/e a in tiK.se timet, we had made the grave clothes, and we were whispering about the last exercises, when I looked and I saw some perspiration on his brow, showing that the fever had broken, and he spoke to us so naturally that I knew he was going to get well. He did get well, and my son Isaac, whom I thought was going to be slain and consumed of disease, was loosened from that altar. And, bless your souls, that's been so for 70 years, and if my voice were not so weak, and if I could see better, I could preach to you younger people a sermon, for though I can't see much I can see this—whenever you get into a tough place and your heart is breaking, if you will look a little farther into the woods, you will see, caught in the branches, a substitute and a deliverance. 'My son, God will provide himself a lamb.'

A Greater Sacrifice.

Thank you, mother, for that short sermon. I could preach back to you for a minute or two and ssy, never do you fear! I wish I had half as good a hope of heaven as you have. Do not fear, mother. Whatever happens, no harm will ever happen to you. I was going up along flight of stairs and I saw an aged woman, very decrepit and v.ith a cane, creeping on up. She made but very little progress, and I felt very exuberant, and I said to her, "Why, mother, that is no way to go up stairs," and I threw my arms around her, and I carried her up and put her down on the landing at the top of the stairs. She said: "Thank you, thank you. I am very thankful." 0 mother, when you get through this life's work and you want to go up stairs and rest in the good place that God has provided for you, you will not have to climb up, you will not have to crawl up painfully. The two arms that were stretched on the cross will be flung around you, and you will be hoisted with a glorious lift beyond all weariness and all struggle. May the God of Abraham and Isaac be with you until you see the Lamb on the hilltops.

Now, that aged minister has made 3 suggestion, and this aged woman has made a suggestion. gestion Isaac going up the hill makes me think of the great sacrifice. Isaac, the only son of Abraham. Jesus, the only son of God. On those two "onlys" 1 build a tearful emphasis. O Isaac! O Jesus! But this last sacrifice was a more tremendous one. When the knife was lifted over Calvary there was no voice that cried "Stop!" and no hand arrested it. Sharp, keen and tremendous it cut down through nerve and artery until tho blood sprayed the faces of the executioners, and the midday sun dropped a veil of cloud over its face because it could not endure the spectacle. O Isaac of Mount Mori ah! O Jesus of Mount Calvary Better could God have thrown away into annihilation a thousand worlds than to have sacrificed his only Son. It was not one of the ten sons it was his only Son. If he had not given up him, you and I would have perished. "God so loved the world that be gave his only"— I stop there, not because I have forgotten the quotation, but because I want to think. "God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Great God, break my heart at the thought of that sacrifice. Isaac the« only, typical of Jesus the only.

You see Isaac going up the hill and carrying the wood. O Abraham, why not take the load off the boy? If he is going to die so soon, why not make his last hours easy? Abraham knew that in carrying that wood up Mount Moriah Isaac was to be a symbol of Christ carrying his own cross up Calvary. I do not know how heavy that cross was— whether it was made of oak or acacia or Lebanon cedar. I suppose it may have weighed 100 or 200 or 800 pounds. That was the lightest part of the burden. All the sins and sorrows of the world were wound around that cross. The heft of one, the heft of two worlds —earth and hell were on his shoulders. O Isaac, carrying the wood of sacrifice up Mount Moriah! O Jesus, carrying the wood of sacrifice up Mount Calvary, the agonies of earth and hell wrapped around that cross! I shall never see tho heavy load on Isaac's back that I sha^l not think of the crushing load on Christ's back. For whom that load? For you. For you. For me. For mo. Would that all the tears that we have ever wept over our sorrows had been saved until this morning, and that we might now pour theyi out on the lacerated back and feet and heart of the Sou of God. "ood For tho Soul.

You say: "If this young man was 20 or 30 years of age, why did not he resist? Why was it not Isaac binding Abraham, instead of Abraham binding Isaac? The muscle in Isaac's arm was stronger than the musclo in Abraham's withered arm. No young man 25 years of ago would submit to have his father f:':stet: Vm t- a pile of wood with, iutention of burning." Isaac was a willing sacrifice, and so a type of Christ who willingly came to save the world. If all the armies of heaven had resolved to force Christ out from the gate, they could not have done it. Christ was equal with God. If all tho battalions of glory had armed themselves and resolved to put Christ forth and make him como out and save this world, they could not havo succeeded in it. With one stroke he would have toppled over angelic and arcliangelic dominion.

But there was one thing that the omnipotent Christ could not stand. Our sorrows mastered him. He could not bear to see the world die without an offer of pardon and help, and if all heaven had armed itself to keep him back, if tho gates of life had been bolted and

double barred, Christ would have flung the everlasting doors from their hinges, and would have sprung forth, scattering the hindering hosts of heaven like chaff before the whirlwirwfl, as he cried "Lo! I come to suffer. Lo! I come to die." Christ—a willing sacrifice. Willing to take Bethlehem humifiation, and Sanliediin outrage, and wir .oing post maltreatment, and Golgotha butchery. Willing to be bound. Willing to suffer. Willing to die. Willing to save.

How does this affect you? Do hot your very best impulses bound out toward this pain struck Christ? Get down at his feet, O ye people. Put your lips against the wound on his right foot and help kiss away the pang. Wipe the foam from his dying lip. Get under the cross until you feel the baptism ofiiis rushing tears. Take him into your heart with warmest love and undying enthusiasm. By your resistances you have abused him long enough. Christ is willing to save you. Are you willing to be saved? It seems to me as if this moment were throbbing with the invitations of an all compassionate God.

I have been told that the cathedral of St. Mark stands in a quarter in tho center of the city of Venice, and that when the clock strikes 12 at noon all the birds from the city and the regions round about the city fly to the square and settle down. It came in this wise: A large hearted w&uian, passing ono noonday across the square, saw some birds shivering in the cold, and she scattered some crumbs of bread among them. The next day, at the same hour, she scattered more crumbs of bread among them, and so on from year to year until the day of her death. In her will she bequeathed a certain amount of money to keep up the same practice, and now, at the first stroke of the beK at noon the birds begin to come there, and when the clock has struck 12 the square is covered with them. How beautifully suggestive! Christ comes out to feed thy soul today. The more hungry you feel yourselves to be the better it is. It is noon, and the gospel clock strikes 12. Come in flocks! Come as doves to tho window! All the air is filled with the liquid chime: Come! Come! Come!

The Chief Justice's Washington Home. The chief justice and Mrs. Fuller have concluded not to renew the lease of the house on the corner of Massachusetts avenue and Eighteenth street in which they have resided for the past

I will make a sug- few years, since moving from tho Barber house on Fourteenth street and tiie Boundary. The chief justice, early in the summer, purchased a summer homo at Sorrento, Me., and with his family has been spending the summer at that place. Mrs. Fuller came to Washington in advance of the family to select a suitable house in whicll to spend the winter. If the chief justice can find a house that exactly suits him, he will become a property holder in Washington, as has long been his wish.

It will be remembered that when the chief justice and Mrs. Fuller decided some years since to move from the Boundary, they looked about for a suitable house to purchase for their permanent home in this city. Their choice at that time fell upon the large, square, old fashioned house on the northeast side of Thomas circle, owned and occupied by Judge and Mrs. Wiley.

Finally an offer from the chief justico for SI00,000 was accepted by Judge Wiley, and every arrangement to move into it was about completed when the transaction was suddenly and definitely brought to a close by Mrs. Wiley's refusal to sign tho necessary papers. The reason for this was the house had been home to her for so many years that when it came to moving she could not bear to break up all the pleasant associations of the years by permanently parting with the property.—Washington Times.

legend of Tell of Uri Explained. Swiss papers have of late been full of the legend of William Tell. Did he exist or was he a pure myth? At the Altorf commemoration and the Fetspiel then given, history and legend, personified by two beautiful women, discussed the question with critical acumen. History accepted the role of Mrs. Betsy Prig, and "didn't believe there never was no sich a person." Legend seemed to be of the opinion that, even if he did not exist, it was well to invent him, as he represented the life of nations in their struggle against tyrants.

A Swedish savant of Upsala has, howevor, settled the vexed question much to his own satisfaction. The hero is the spirit of the pine forests. This seems quite natural. Pines have hitherto yielded chiefly turpentine, but there is no reason why they should not produce a spirit, of their own. Tho east wind is the fee from the east (Austria) which "ibows th''ir lofty heads, and Toll's enemy is nu rely Geiseler, the German for a scourger. Another name for the east wind is Enrus, and this in some way got mixed !h tho canton of Uri. Now, Uri was prouu of its archery, and this small conceit v,*us the genesis of the record breaking apple trick. And thus the whole legend is explained.—Pall Mall Gazette. '•.&

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