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Stripping tlie Slain—The Mercilessness of

Sin—A Tragedy on the Street Corner. The Temptation, the Choice and the Outcome.

NEW YORK, April 21.—There is no diminution in the vast numbers that assemble from Sunday to Sunday to listen to the eloquent sermons of Rev. Dr. Talmage. Today he chose for his subject "After the Battle," the test selected being I Samuel sxxi, 8, "And it came to pass on the morrow, when the Philis1 tines came to strip the slain, that they found Saul and his three sons fallen in

Mount Gilboa." Some of you were at South Mountain or Shiloh or Ball's Bluff or Gettysburg on northern or southern side, and I ask you if there is any sadder sight than a battlefield after the guns have stopped firing? I walked across the field of Antietam just after the conflict. The scene was so sickening I shall not describe it. Every valuable thing had been taken from the bodies of the dead, for there are always vultures hovering over and around about an army, and they pick up the watches, and the memorandum books, and the letters, and tho daguerreotypes, and the hats, and the coats, applying them to their own uses. The dead make no resistance. So there are always camp followers going on and after an army, as when Scott went c^own into Mexico, as when Napoleon .marched up toward Moscow, as when Yon Moltke went to Sedan. There is a similar scene in my text.

Saul and his army had been horribly cut to pieces. Mount Gilboa was ghastly with the dead. On the morrow the stragglers came on to the field, and they lifted the latchet of the helmet from under the chin of the dead, and they picked up tho swords and bent them on their kneo to test the temper of the metal, and they opened the wallets and counted the coin. Saul lay dead along the ground, 8 or 9 feet in length, and I suppose the cowardly Philistines, to show their bravery, leaped upon the trunk of his carcass and jeered at the fallen slain and whistled through the mouth of his helmet. Before night those cormorants had taken everything valuable from the field. 'And it came to pass on tho morrow, when the Philistines came to strip the slain, that they found Saul and his three sons fallen in Mount Gilboa."

Satan and Ills Work.

Before I get through today I will show you that the same process is going on all the world over, and every day, and that when ruers have fallen satan and the world, so far from pitying them or helping them, go to work remorselessly to take what little there is left, thus stripping the sain.

There are tens of thousands of young men every year coming from tho country to our great cities. They come with bravo hearts and grand expectations. The country lads sit down in tho village grocery, with their feet on the iron rod around the redhot stove, in the evening, talking over tho prospccts of the young man who has gone oil to the city. Two or three of them think that perhaps he may get along very well and succeed, but the most of them prophesy failure, for it is very hard to think that those whom we knev.r in boyhood will ever make any groat success in the world.

But our young man has a fine position in a dry goods store. The month is over. He gets his wages. He is not accustomod to have so much money belonging to himself. He is a little excited and does not know exactly what to do with it, and he spends it in soma places where he ought not. Soon there come up new companions and acquaintances from the barrooms and the saloons of \the city. Soon that young man begins to 'waver in the battle of temptation, and soc^n liis soul goes down. In a few moiaths or few years he has fallen. He is morally dead. He is a mere corpse of what he once was. The harpies of sin snuff up tho taint and como on the field.

His garments gradually give out. He has pawned his watch. His health is failing him. His credit perishes. He is too poor to stay in the city, and he is too poor to pay his way home to the country. Down, down! Why do the loft fellows of the city now stick to him so closely? Is it to help him back to a moral and spiritual life? Oh, no. I will tell you why they stay. They are Philistines gripping tho slain. ii Do not look where I point, but yonder stands a man who once had a beautiful home in this city. His house had elegant furniture, his children were /beautifully clad, his name was synonymous with honor and usefulness, but evil habit knocked at his front door, knocked at his 'back door, knocked at his parlor door, knocked at his bedroom door. Where is the piano? Sold to pay the rent. Where is the hatrack? Sold to meet the butoher's bill. Where are the carpets? Sold to get bread. Where is the wardrobe? Sold to get rum. Where are

the daughters? Working their fingers off in trying to keep the family together, Worse and worse until everything is -gone. Who is that going up the front *v Bteps of that house? That is a creditor,

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has not been levied upon. Who are those two gentlemen now going up the front

tjiateps? The one is a constable the other ~*Ha the sheriff.

Why do they go there?

The unfortunate is morally dead, socially dead, financially dead. Why do they go there? I will tell you why the creditors and tho constables and the sheriffs go there. They are, some on their own account and some on account of the law, stripping the slain,

A Pathetic Request.

I An ex-member of congress, one of the snost eloquent men that ever stood in the house of representatives, said in his Jast moments: "This'Is the end. lam dying—dying on a borrowed bed, cover*ed by a borrowed sheet, in a bouse built Vy puhlir ohar'.sy. ^nry me under that

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tree in the middle of the field, where I shall not be crowded, for I have been crowded all my life." Where were the jolly politicians and the dissipating comrades who had been with him, laughing at his jokes, applauding his eloquence and plunging him into sin? Thay have left. Why? His money is gone, his reputation is gone, his wit is gone, his clothes are gone—everything is gone. Why should they stay any longer? They have completed their work. They have stripped the slain.

There is another way, however, of doing that same work. Here is a man who, through his sin, is prostrate. He acknowledges that he has done wrong. Now is tho time for you to go to that man and say, "Thousands of people have been as far astray as you are and got back." Now is the time for you to go to that man and tell him of the omnipotent grace of God, that is sufficient for any poor soul. Now is the time to go and tell how swearing John Bunyan, through the grace of God, afterward came to tho Celestial City. Nov/ is the time to go to that man and tell him how profligato Newton came, through conversion, to be a world renowned preacher of righteousness. Nov/ is tho titne to tell that man that multitudes who have been pounded with all the flails of sin and dragged through all the sewers of pollution at last have risen to positive dominion of moral power.

You do not toll him that, do you? No. You say to him: "Loan you money? No. You are down. You will have to go to the dogs. Lend you a dollar? I would not lend you 5 cents to keep you from the gallows. You are debauched! Get out of my sight now! Down! You will have to stay down!" And thus those bruised and battered men are sometimes accosted by those who ought to lift them up. Thus tho last vestige of hope is taken from them. Thus those who ought to go and lift and save them are guilty of stripping the slain.

The point I want to mako is this: Sin is hard, cruel and merciless. Instead of helping a man up, it helps him down, and when, like Saul and his comrades, you lie on the field it will come and steal your sword and helmet and shield, leaving you to the .jackal and the crow.

Deceived.

But the world and satan do not do all their work with the outcast and abandoned. A respectable impenitent man comes to die. He is flat on his back. He could not get up if the house was on fire. Adroitest medical skill and gentlest nursing have been a failure. He has come to his last hour. What does satan do for such a man? Why, he fetches up all the inapt, disagreeable and harrowing things in his life. He says: "Do you remember those chances you had for heaven and missed them? Do you remember all those lapses in conduct? Do you remember all those opprobrious words and thoughts and actions? Don't remember them, eh? I'll make you remember them. And then he takes all the past and empties it on that deathbed, as the mailbags are emptied on the postofnee floor. The man is sick. Ho cannot get away from them.

Then tho man says to satan: "You have deceived mo. You told me that all would be well. You said there would bo no trouble at tho last. You told me if I did so and so you would do so and so. Now you corner me and hedge me up and submerge me in everything evil. "Ha, ha!" says satan. "I was only fooling you. It is mirth for me to see you suffer. I have been for 30 years plotting to get you just where you are. It is hard for you now it will be worse for you after awhile. It pleases me. Lie still, sir. Don't flinch or shudder. Come, now, I will tear off from you tho last rag of expectation. I will rend away from your soul tho last hope. I will leave you bare for tho beating of the storm. It is my business to strip the slain."

While men are in robust health and their digestion is good and their nerves are strong they think their physical strength will get them safely through the last exigency. They say it is only cowardly women who are afraid at the last and cry out for God. "Wait till I come to die. I will show you. You won't hear me pray, nor call for a minister, nor want a chapter read me from the Bible. But after the man has been three weeks in a sickroom his nerves are not so steady, and his worldly companions are not anywhere near to cheer him up, and he is persuaded that he must quit life. His physical courage is all gone.

He jumps at the fall of a teaspoon in a saucer. He shivers at the idea of going away. He says: "Wife, I don't think my infidelity is going to take me through. For God's sake don't bring up the children to do as 1 have done. If you feel like it, I wish you would read averse or two out of Fannie's Sabbath school hymnbook or New Testament." But satan breaks in and says: "You have always thought religion trash and a lie. Don't give up at the last. Besides that, you cannot, in the hour you have to live, get off on that traok. Die as you lived. With my great black wings I shut out that light. Die in darkness. I rend away from you that last vestige of hope. It is my business to strip the slain."

Too Iate.

A man who had rejected Christianity and thought it all trash came to die. He was in the sweat of a great agony, and his wife said, "We had better have some prayer." "Mary, not a breath of that," he said. "The lightest word of prayer would roll back on me like rocks on a drowning man. I have come to the hour of test. I had a chance, but I forfeited it I believed in a liar, and he has left me in the lurch. Mary, bring me Tom Paine—that book that I swore by and lived by—and pitch it into the fire, and let it burn and burn as I myself shall soon burn." And then, with the foam on his lip and his hands tossing wildly in the air, he cried out: "Blackness of darkness 1 Oh, my God, too late!" And the spirits of darkness whistled up from the depth and wheeled around and around him, stripping tUft. si am.

Sio is a luxury now it is exhilaration now it is victory now. But after awhile it is collision it is defeat it is extermination it is jackalism it is robbing tho dead it is stripping the slain. Give it up today—give it up! Oh, how you have been cheated on, my brother, from one thing to another! All these years you have been under an evil mastery that you understood not. What have your companions done for you? What havo they done for your health? Nearly ruined it by carousal. What have they done for your fortune? Almost scattered it by spendthrift behavior. What have they done for your reputation? Almost ruined it with good men. What have they done for your immortal soul? Almost insured its overthrow.

You are hastening on toward the consummation of all that is sad. Today you stop and think, but it is only for a moment, and then you will tramp on, and at the close ci this service yon will go out, and the question will be, "How did you like tho sermon?" And one man will say, "I liked it very well," and another man will say, "I didn't like it at all," but neither of the answers will touch the tremendous fact that if impenitent you are going at 30 knots an hour toward shipwreck. Yea, you are in a battle where you will fall, and while your surviving relatives will take your remaining estate and the cemetery will tuko your body the messengers of darkness will take your soul and come and go about you, stripping the slain.

Brought to Life.

Many are crying out, "I admit I am slain I admit it." On what battlefield, my brothors? By what weapon? "Polluted imagination," says one man "Intoxicating liquor, "says another man "My own hard heart," says another man. Do you realizo this? Then I come to tell you that the omnipotent Christ is ready to walk across this battlefiold and revive and resuscitate and resurrect your dead soul. Let him take your hand and rub away the numbness, your head and bathe off the aching, your heart and stop its wild throb. He brought Lazarus to life, he brought Jairus' daughter to life, ho brought the young man of Nain to life, and these are throe proofs anyhow that ho can bring you to life.

When tho Philistines came down on the field, they stepped between the corpses, and they rolled over the dead, and they took away everything that was valuable. And so it was with the people that followed after the armies at Chancellorsville and at Pittsburg Landing and at Stone River and at Atlanta, stripping tho slain, but the northern and southern women—God bless them!— came on tho field with basins and pads and towels and lint and cordials and Christian encouragement, and the poor fellows that lay there lifted up their arms and said, "Oh, how good that does feel since you drossod it!" And others looked up and said, "Oh, how you mako mo think of my mother!" And others said, "Tell the folks at homo I died thinking about thom." Andanothor looked up and said, "Miss, won't you sing mo a verso of 'Home, Sweet Home,' before I die?" And then the tattoo was sounded, and tho hats were off, and tho service was read, "I am the resurrection and the life." And in honor of tho departed tho muskets were loaded and the command given, "Present— fire!" And there was a shingle set up at tho head of the grave, with the epitaph of "Lieutenant in the Fourteenth Massachusetts regulars," or "Captain in the Fifteenth regiment of South Carolina volunteers." And so now, across this great field of moral and spiritual battle, the angels of God como walking among the slain, and there are voices of comfort and voices of hopo and voices of resurrection and voices of heaven.

Tragedy Recalled.

Ono night I saw a tragedy on the corner of Broadway and Houston street. A young man, evidently doubting as to which direction he had better take, his hat lifted high enough so that you could see he had au intelligent forehead, stout chest he had a robust development. Splendid young man. Cultured young man. Honored young man. Why did he stop there while so many were going up and down? The fact is that every man has a good angel and a bad angel contending for tho mastery of his spirit, and there were a good angel and a bad angel struggling with that young man's soul at the corner of Broadway and Houston street. "Come with me," said the good angel "I will take you home I will spread my wings over your pillow I will lovingly escort you all through life under supernatural protection I will bless every cup you drink out of, every couch you rest on, every doorway you enter I will consecrate your tears when you weep, your sweat when you toil, and at the last I will hand over your grave into tho hand of the bright angel of a Christian resurrection. In answer to your father's petition and your mother's prayer I have been sent of the Lord out of heaven to be your guardian spirit. Come with me," said the good angel in a voice of unearthly symphony. It was music like that which drops from a lute of heaven when a seraph breathes ou it. "No, no," said the bad angel "come with me I have something better to offer. The wines I pour are from chalices of bewitching carousal the dance I lead is over floor tessellated with unrestrained indulgences there is no God to frown on the temples of sin where I worship. The skies are Italian. The paths I tread are through meadows, daisied and primrosed. Come with me."

The young man hesitated at a time when hesitation was ruin, and the bad angel smote the good angel until it departed, spreading wings through the starlight upward and away until a door flashed open in the sky and forever the wings vanished. That was the turning point in that young man's history, for, the good angel flown, he hesitated no longer, but started on a pathway which 1« beautiful at the opening, but blasted at the last. The bad angel, leading the way, opened gate after gate, and at jach gut* th»* "ud heuniuo rougher an^

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tho sky more lurid, £tnd, what was peculiar, as the gate slammed shut it came to with a jar that indicated that it would never open.

A Decision Called For.

Passed each portal, there was a grinding of locks and a shoving of bolts, and tho scenery on either side of the road changed from gardens to deserts, and the June air became a cutting December blast, and the bright wings of the bad angel turned to sackcloLi, and the eyes of light became hollow with hopeless grief, and tho fountains, that at the start had tossed with wine, poured forth bubbling tears and foaming blood, and on the right side of the road there was a serpent, and the man said to the bad angel, ""What is that serpent?" and the answer was, "That is the serpent of stinging remorse." On tho left side the road there was a lion, and the man asked the bad angel, "What is that lion?" and tho answer was, "That is the lion of all devouring despair." A vulture flew through the sky, and the man asked the bad angel, "What is that vulture?"' and the answer was, "That is tho vulture waiting for tho carcasses of the slain."

And then tho man began to try to pull off him tho folds of something that had wound him round and round, and he said to tho bad angel, "What is it that twists me in this awful convolution?" and the answer was, "That is the worm that never dies." And then the man said to the bad angel: "What does all this mean? I trusted in what you said at the corner of Broadway and Houston street I trusted it all, and why have you thus deceived me?" Then the last deception fell off the charmer, and it said: "I was sent forth from the pit to destroy your soul. I watched my chance for many a long year. When you hesitated that night on Broadway, I gained my triumph. Now you are here. Ha, ha! You are here. Come, let us fill these two chalices of fire and drink together to darkness and woe and death. Hail, hail!" Oh, young man! will the good angel sent forth by Christ or the bad angel sent forth by sin get the victory over your soul? Their wings are interlocked this moment above you, contending for your destiny, as above the Apennines eagle and condor fight mid-sky. This hour may decide your destiny.

Dean Hole on Hoses.

Dean Hole is ono of tho most successful rosegrowers in England. He was recently interviewed as to their caro and said: "A spot should bo found that is sheltered without being shaded. Every overhanging tree is as a upas treo to a rose. Get a spot where tho sun shines warmly on tho sheep and the wind is tempered to the shorn lamb. Avoid drips and roots. Manure in winter and mulch in spring. In tho summer months let them be well watered below and well sprinkled two or threo times a week. Let all insects bo removed. When the ground is clayey, drain it well, for when water stagnates about tho roots of a plant they cannot receive air or warmth. Cut your drains with a good fall, straight four feet dec-p. Burnt clay, 'I find, produces permanent friability in soils."

Tho doctor considers his method of burning clay excellent. He keeps all primings, bones and vegetablo matter together and makes them into a fire, putting an old treo stump on top. This ho covers with clay, renewing it as the firo breaks through suppresses the flames, and after burning a fortnight blends tho ashes with the soil.

As to the manures, he thinks soot excellent for tea roses, which grow to such outdoor perfection in England. Autumn leaves aro good for Bourbons. He does not caro so much for tea leaves as the friend of his who drenched the roots with the contents of the teapot that sho might havo "tea sconted Chinas. Tho best manure of all he thinks is the refuse heap of tho farmyard.

Capping It.

Mr. Finlayson, town clerk of Stirling, was noted for the marvelous in conversation. He was on a visit to the Earl of Monteith and Airth, at his castle in Taha, on the loch of Montoith, and was about taking leave, when he was asked by the earl whether he had seen the sailing cherry tree. "No," said Finlayson. "What sort of a thing is it?" "It is," replied the earl, "a tree that has grown out of a goose's mouth from a stone the bird had swallowed, and which she bears about with her in voyages round the loch. It is just at present in full fruit of the most exquisite flavor. Now, Finlayson," he added, "can you, with all your power of memory and fancy, match the story of the cherry tree?'' "Perhaps I can," said Finlayson, clearing his throat, adding: "When Oliver Cromwell was at Airth, one of the cannon sent a ball to Stirling and lodged it in the mouth of a trumpet which one of the troops in the castle was in the act of sounding." "Was the trumpeter killed?" said the earl. "No, my lord," said Finlayson. "He blew the ball baek and killed the artilleryman who had fired it!"—Liverpool Mercury.

Josephine's Voice.

Josephine's greatest attraction was her voice. NapoleSn fell in love with it even before he really knew her. She could not sing, but her conversational tones were exceedingly well modulated and pleasing. She spoke with a strong provincial accent, and it was once-said that the emperor spoke an ItalianFrench patois and the empress a negro French -.

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Editha Corner—Papq, what do the^ newspapers mean by the coal ring, salt ring and oorn ring?

Mr. Corner—That is one formed (O prevent rival enterprise. Editha—Is that it? Why, that is just like an engagement ring!—London TitBits.

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