Pike County Democrat, Volume 22, Number 25, Petersburg, Pike County, 11 November 1891 — Page 4

f to outdo it* own un* s programme for the its features is a m what the Govern* l is doing and ought to do for the r, including- “The Farmer's Dis_At,” “Coopemtion,” the Workings of the Department of Agriculture, etc. A novel of America and India by Budyard Kipling, written with a young American author, is one of four novels which it will print, and the greatest American writers will furnish its short stories. The famous Spaniard, Emilio Castelar, will contribute a new Life of Columbus, to be magnificently illustrated; there will be articles on the World’s Fair, by special arrangenfent with the managers; the humorist “Bill Nye” is to contribute a unique series, and different phases of New York life will be treated in splendid illustrated articles. The first of these New York articles is “The Bowery” in the November Century. The Advance or Team. > Victor Hugo ones confessed to a close friend that the most disagreeable advance in age to him had been that from 89 to 40. “But,” commented his companion, “I should think it a great dead better to be 40 than to be 50.” To which the great Frenchman gayly replied: “Not at all: 40 is the old age of youth, while 50 is the youth of old age.” * This anecdote reminds us of the mot of Oliver Wendell Holmes: “I had rather be TO years youqg than to he 40 years old.” Well, time doesn’t ask our leave, nor eonsult us on these points, nor give us much choice, but hurries us on—all the faster as wc grow older. Triplet Maxims. Tliree things to do-^-think, live add act Three things to govern—your temper, tongue and conduct . Three things to cherish—virtue, wisdom and goodness. Three things to love—courage, gentleness apd affection. , Three things to contend for—honor, country and friends. Three things to hate—cruelty, arrogance and ingratitude. Three things to teach—truth, industry and contentment Three things to admire—intellect, dignity and gracefulness. — Dixie Farmer. I A Wire Rnnnmv, It is said that one of the electric lighting companies lias adopted an ingenious scheme for carrying its wirea through the underground conduit A small terrier has been so trained that when a light cord is attached to him he runs through the tube to the next outlet and is, in fact the most expert “wire runner” in the country. After each performance he is treated to some favorite morsel, and thus he has come to look on his work as a most enjoyable pastime. —-Pittsburgh Dispatch.

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The. following discourse in. edntlntiaUon of his scries “From the Pyramids to the Acropolis” was deliveied by Rev. T. DeVVitt Talmuge in the Brooklyn tabernacle. The textsTwerfc. Wllwi *# had discover.*] Cyprus we left It Oil tbo leli hand.—Acts xxl.. 3. I. John, * * * was in tba Isle that is called Patinos_Revelation ft Good-by Egypt! Although interesting and instructive beyond any country In all the world, excepting the Holy Land, Egypt was to me somewhat depressing. It was a post-mortem examination of cities that died four thousand years ago. The mommies, or wmpped-np bodies of the dead, were prepared with reference to the resurrection day, the Egyptians departing t his life wanting their bodies to be kept in as good condition as possible, so that they would he presentable when they were called again to occupy, fthem. But if when Pharaoh comes to resurrection he finds his body looking as I saw his mummy in the museum at Boulae, his soul will become an unwilling tenant. The Sphinx also was to me a stern monstrosity, a statue carved out of a rock of red granite sixty-two feet high and about one hundred and forty-three feet long and having the head of a man andjthe body of a lion. We sat down iotho sand of the African desert to Study it With a cold smile it has looked -down upon thousands of years of earthly history; Egyptian civilization; upon the rise and fall of thrones innumerable; the victory and defeat of the armies of centuries. It took three thousand years to make one Wrinkle on its red cheek. It is dreadful in its stolidity. Its eyes have never wept a tear. Its cold ears have not listened to the groans of the Egyptian nation, the burden of which I tried to weigh last Sabbath. Its heart is stone. It cared not for Pliny when he measured it in the first century. It will care nothing for the man who looks into its imperturbable countenance in the last century. Good-by, Egypt. This sermon finds us on the steamer Minerva, in the Grecian archipelago, the islands of the New Testament, and islands Paulinian and Johannian in>their reminiscence. What Bradshaw’s directory is to the travelers in Europe, and what the railroad guide is to travelers in America, the book of the Acts in the Bible is to voyagers in the Grecian, or, as I shall call it, the Gospel archipelago. The Bible geography of that region is accurate without a shadow of mistake. We are sailing this morning on the same waters that

Paul sailed, but in the opposite direction to that which Paul voyaged. He was sailing southward and we northward. “With him it was: Ephesus, Coos, Rhodes, Cyprus. W^^is it is reversed, and it is: Cyffll^thodes, Coos, Ephesus. There is no book in the world so accurate as the Divine Book. My text says that Paul left Cyprus on the left; wo, going in the opposite direction, have it on the right. CqPbur ship Minerva were only two or three passengers beside our own party, so we had plenty of room to walk the deck and oh, what a night was Christmas night of 1889 in that Grecian archipelago—islands of light above, islands of beauty beneath! It is a royal family of islands, this Grecian archipelago; the crown of the world’s scenery set with sapphire and emerald and topaz and chrysoprasus and ablaze with a glory that seems let down out of celestial landscapes. God evidently made np His mini) that just here He would demonstrate the utmost, that can be done with islands for the beautification of earthly scenery. The steamer had stopped during the night, and in the morning the ship was as quiet as this floor, when we hastened np to the deck and found that we had anchored off the island of Cyprus. In a boat, which the natives rowed standing up, as is the custom, instead of sitting down as when we row, we were soon landed on the streets where Paul and Barnabas walked and preached. Yea, when at Antioch Paul and Barnabas got into a fight—as ministers sometimes did and sometimes do, Jor they all have imperfections enough to anchor them to this world till their work is done, 1 say—when because of this bitter controversy Paul and Barnabas parted, Barnabas came back here to Cyprus, which was his birthplace. Island wonderful for history t It has been the prize sometimes won by Persia, by Greece, by Egypt, by the Saracens, by the Crusaders, and last of all, not by sword but by pen, and that the pen of the keenest diplomaist of the century, Lord Beaconsfield, who under a lease which was as good its a purchase, set Cyprus among the jewels of Victoria’s crown. We went out into the excavations from which Di Cesnola has enriched our American museums with Antiquities and with no better weapon than our foot we stirred up the ground deep enough to get a tear-bottle in which some mourner shed his tears

thousands of yeqrs ago, and a lamp which before Christ was born lighted the feet of some poor pilgrim on his way. That island of Cyprus has enough to set an antiquarian wild. The most of its glory is the glory of the past, and the typhoid fevers that swept its coast and the clouds of locusts that often blacked its skies (though two hundred thousand dollars were expended by the British empire in one year for the extirpation of these noxious insects, yet failing to do the work) and the frequent change of governmental masters, hinders prosperity. But when the islands of the sea come to God Cyprus will come with them, and the agricultural and commercial opulence which adorned it in ages past will be eclipsed by the agricultural and commercial and religious triumphs of the ages to come. Why is the world so stupid that it can not see that nations are prospered in temporal tilings in proportion as they are prospered in religions things. Godliness is profitable not only for individuals but for nations. Questions of tariff, questions of silver bill, questions of republic or monarchy, have not so much to do with a nation’s temporal welfare as questions of religion. Give Cyprus to Christ, give England to Christ, give America to Christ, .give the world to Christ, and He will give them all a prosperity unlimited. Why is Brooklyn one of the queeiudties of the earth? Because it is the queen city of churches. Blindfold ‘me and lead me into any city of the earth, so that 1 can not see a street or a warehouse or a home, and then lead me into the churches, and then remove bandage from my eyes, and I will tell yon from what I see inside the consecrated walls, having seen nothing outside, what is that city’s mei-chandise, its literature, its schools', its printing presses, its government, its hijmes, its arts, its sciences, its prosperity, or its depression, and ignorance, and pauperism, and outlawry. The altar of God in the cbut-ih is the high-water mark of the world’s TheChristian religion triother interests triumChristian religion low

® iruui mtny ovnitui Laraaea, Cyprus, on to the boat that took ns beck to the steamer Minerva, which had already begun to paw the waves like a courser impatient to he gone, and then we moved on up and among the islands of this Gospel arehiNight came down on land and sea, and the voyage became to me more and more suggestive and solemn. If you are pacing it alone, a ship's deck in the darkness at sea is a weird place, and an active imagination may eonjure tip almost any shape he wul and it shall walk the sea or confront him by the smokestack, or meet him under the captain's bridge. Bnt here I was alone on ship’s deck in the Gospel archipeligo and yon wonder that the sea was populous with the past and that down the ratlines Bible memories descended? Our friends had all gone to their berths. “Captain.’1 1 said, when will yon arrive at the island of Rhodes?” Booking out from under his glazed cap, he responded in a sepulchral voice: “About midnight.” Though it would be keeping unreasonable hoars, I concluded to stay on deck, for I must see Rhodes, one of the islands associated with the name of the greatest missionary the world ever saw or ever will see. Paul landed there, and that was -enough to make it famous while the world stands and famous in Heavon when the world has become a charred wreck. This island has a wonderful history. With six thousand Knights of St. John it at one time stood ont against two hundred thousand warriors under “Solyman the Magnificent.” The city has three thousand statues, and a statue to Apollo called Colossus, which has always since been considered one of the seven- wonders of the world. It was twelve years in bnilding and was seventy cubits high, and had a winding stairs to the top. It stood fifty-six years, and then was prostrated by an earthquake. After lying in ruins for nine hundred years it was purchased to he converted to other purposes, and the metal, weighing seven hundred and twenty thousand pounds, was put on nine hundred camels and carried away. We were not permitted to go ashore, but the lights all up and down the hills show where the city stands, and nine boats come ont to take freight and to bring three passengers. Yet all the thousands of yearsof its history are eclipsed by the few hours or days that Paul stopped there. As I stood there on the deck of the Minerva, looking out upon the place where the colossus once stood, 1 bethought myself of the fact that the world must have a god of some kind. It is to me an infinite pathos—this Colossus, not only of Rhodes, hut the colossal in many parts o* the earth. This is only the world’s blind reaching up and feeling after God. Foundered human nature must have a supernatural aim to help it

asnore. aii me statues aou iiua^s ui heathendom are attempts to bring Celestial forces down into human affairs. Blessed be our .ears that we have heard of an ever-present God, and that through Jesus Christ He comes into our hearts and our homes, and with more than fatherly and motherly interest and affection He is with us in all our struggles and bereavements and vicissitudes. Bhodes needs something higher than the Colossus, and the day will come when the Christ whom Paul was serving when he sailed in this harbor of Bhodes, shall take possession of that island. But there is one island that I longed to see more than any other. I can afford to miss the princes among the islands, but 1 must see the king of the archipelago. The one I longed to see is not so many miles in circumference as Cyprus, or Crete, or Paros, or Naxon, ■ or Scio, or Mitylen, hut I had rather, in this sail through the Grecian archipelago, see that than all the others; for more of the glories of Heaven landed there than on all the islands and continents since the world stood. As we come toward it I feel my pulses quicken. ‘T, John, was in the island that is called Patmos.” It is a pile of rocks twenty-eight miles in circumference. A few cypresses and interior olives pump a living out of the earth, and .one palm tree spreads its foliage. But the barrenness and gloom and loneliness of the island made it a prison for the banished evangelist. Domitian could not stand his ministry, and one day, under armed guard, that minister of the Gospel stepped from a tossing boat to these dismal rocks, and walked up to the dismal cavern which was to be his home, and the place where should pass before him all the conflicts of coming time and ail the raptures of a coming eternity. Is it not remarkable that nearly all the great revelations of music and poetry and religion have been made to men in banishment—Homer and Hilton banished into blindness; Beethoven banished into deafness; Dante writing his “Divina Commedia” during the nineteen years of banishment from his native land; Victor Hugo writing his'“Les Miserables” exiled from home and country on the' island of Guernsey, and the brightest visions of the future have been given to those who by sickness or sorrow were exiled from the outer world into rooms of suffering.

Only tnose wno nave oeen imprisoned by very hard surroundings have had great revelations made to them. So Patinos, wild, chill and bleak and terrible, was the best island in all the archipelago, the best place in all the earth for Divine revelations. Before a panorama can be successfully seen the room in which yon sit must be dark* ened, and in the presence of John was to pass such ' a panorama as no man ever before saw or ever will see in this world, and hence ihe gloom of his surroundings was a help rather than a hinderance. All the surroundings of the place effected St. John's imagery when he speaks of Heaven. St John, hungry from enforced abstinence, or having no food except that at which his appetite revolted, thinks of Heaven: and as the famished man is to dream of bountiful tables covered with luxuries, so St. John says of the inhabitants of Heaven: “They shell hunger no more.” Scarcity of water on Patmos and the hot tongue of St. John’s thirst leads him to admire Heaven as he says: “They shall thirst no more.” St. John hears the waves of the sea wildly daBhing against the rocks, and each wave has a voice and all the waves together make a chorus, and they remind him of the multitudinous anthems of Heaven, and he says: “They are like the voice of many waters.” One day, as he looked off upon the sea, the waters were very smooth, as it is to-day while we sail them in the Minerva, and they were like glass and the sunlight seemed to set them on fire, and then was a mingling of white light and intense flame, and as St. John looked out from his cavern home upon that brilliant sea, he thought of the splendors of Heaven, and describes them "As a sea of glass mingled with fin.” Yes, seated in the dark cavern of Patmos, though homesick and hungry and loaded with Domltisn’s anathemas, St John was the most fortunate man on earth because of the panorama that passed before the month of that cavern. Turn down all the lights that we may better see it. The panorama passes, and io! the conquering Christ robed.

and the seals bfoken, and the woes sounded, and a dagon slain, and seven last plagues swoop, and seven vials are poured out, and the vision vanishes. And we halt a moment to rest for the exciting spectacle. Again the panorama moves on before the cavern of Patmoe, and John the exile sees a great city representing all abominations, Babylon, towered, palaced, templed, fonntained, foliaged, sculptured, hanging; gardens, suddenly going crash! Crash! the pipers cease to pipe,and the trumpets cease to trumpet, and the dust and the smoke and the horror fill the canvas, while from above and beneath are voices announcing ' “Babylon is fallen, is fallen!” And we halt again to rest from the spectacle. Again the panorama passes before the cavern of Patmos, and John the exile 'Sees a mounted Christ on a snow-white charger leading forth the cavalry of Heaven, the long line of white chargers galloping through the scene, the Mattering of hoofs, the clinking of bridle bits and the flash of spear, all the earth conquered and all Heaven in Doxology. And we halt again to rest from the spectacle. Again the panorama passeb before the cavern of Patmos, and John the exile sees great thrones lifted, thrones of martyrs, thrones of apostles, thrones of prophets, thrones of patriarchs and a throne higher than all on which Jesus sits, and ponderous books are opened, their leaves turned over, revealing the names of all that have ever lived, the good and the bad, tbe renowned and the humble, the mighty and the weak, and at the turn of every leaf the universe is in rapture or fright, and the sea empties its sarcophagus of all the dead of the sunken shipping, and the earth gives way, and the heavens vanish. Again we rest a moment from the spectacle. The panorama moves on before the cavern of Patmos, and John, the exile, beholds a city of gold, and a river more beautiful than the Bhine or the Hudson rolls through it, and fruit trees bend their bnrdens on either bank, and all is surrounded by walls in which the upholstery of antnmnal forests, and the sun rises and sun sets of all the ages, and the glory of horning worlds seem to be commingled. And the inhabitants never breathe a sign, or utter a groan, or discuss a difference, or frown a dislike, or weep a tear. The fashion they wear is pure white, and their foreheads are encircled by garlands, and they who were sick are well, and they who were old are young, and they who were bereft are reunited. And as the last figure of that panorama rolled out of sight, I think that Jbhn must have fallen back into his cavern, nerveless and exhausted. Too much was it for naked eye to look at Too much was it for human strength to experience.

My friends, I would not wonder if you should have a very similar vision after awhile. You will be through this world, its cares, and fatigues, and struggles, and if you have served the Lord and have done the best you could I should not wonder if your dying-bed were a Patinos. It often has been so, .1 was reading of a dying boy who, while the family stood round sorrowfully expecting each breath would be the last, cried: “Open the gates! Open the gates! Happy! Happy!. Happy!” John Owen in his 1 Jr hour said to his attendant: “Oh, Brother Payne! the long-wished-for day is come at last!” Rutherford, in the closing moment of his life cried out: “I shall shine, I shall see Him as He is, and all the fair company with Him, and shall have my large share, I have gotten the victory. Christ is holding forth His arms to embrace me. Now I feel! Now I enjoy! Now I rejoice! I feed on manna- I have angels’ food. My eyes will see my Redeemer. Glory, glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.” Yes, ten thousand times in the history of the world has the dying bed been made a Patinos. You see, the time will come when you will, O child of God, be exiled to your last sickness as much us John was exiled to Patinos. You. will go into your room not to come out again, for God is going to do something better and grander and happier for you than He has ever yet done! There will be such visions let down to your pillow as God gives no man if He is ever to return to this tame world. The apparent feeling of uneasiness and restlessness at the time of the Christian departure, the physicians say, is caused by no real distress. It is an unconscious and involuntary movement, and, I think, in many cases it is the vision of Heavenly gladness too great for mortal endurance. It is only Heaven breaking in on the departing spirit You see your work will be done and the time for your departure will be at hand, and there will be wings over you and wings under you, and songs let loose on the air, and your old father and mother gone for years will descend into the room, and your little children whom you put away for the last sleep years ago Will be at your Side, and their kiss will be on your foreheads, and you will see gardens in full bloom, and the swinging open of shining' gates, and will hear voices long ago hushed. In many a

Christian departure that you have known and I have known there was in the phraseology of the departing ones something that indicated the reappearance of those long deceased. It is no delirium, no delusion, but a supernal fact. Your glorified loved ones will hear that you are about to come and they will say in Heaven: “May I go down to show that soul the way up? May I he the celestial escort? May I wait for that soul at the edge of the pillow?” And the Lord will say: “Yes. You may fly down on that mission.” And I think all your glorified kindred will come down, and they will he in the room, and although those in health standing around you may hear no voice, and see no arrival from the heavenly world, you will see and hear. And Hie moment the fleshy bond of the soul shall break the cry will he: “Follow me! Up this way! By this gilded cloud, apast these stars, straight for home, and straight for glory, straight for God!” As on that day in the Grecian archipelago Patinos began to fade out of sight, I walked to the stern of the ship that I might keep my eye on the enchantment as long as 1 could, and the voice that sounded, out of Heaven to John, the exile, in the cavern on Patmos seemed sounding in the waters that dashed against the side of the ship: “Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, mid He will dwell with them, and they shall he His people, and God Himself shall be with them and be their God, and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes, and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow nor crying, neither shall there he any more pain, for the former things are passed away.” —What a Divine calling is music. Though' everything else may appear shallow and repulsive, even the smallest task in music is so absorbing and carries us so far away from town, country, earth and all the worldly tilings that it is truly a blessed gift of God.— Mendelssohn. —Do not wait for extraordinary opportunities for good actious, but make naa nf jiAmmnn aUitAtirtMtt wjr ^wwwwwv

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