Pike County Democrat, Volume 25, Number 2, Petersburg, Pike County, 25 May 1894 — Page 6

“RECOVERED FAMILIES.” Bev. Dr. Talmage Talks to a Little Book Congregation. The Joy of a Reunited Family I'pon Earth Typical of the Ecatacy of Family Reunions in the Home Beyond the Grave.

J ne iouowing sermon was aeuvereu by Ker. T. DeWitt Talmage at Little Rock, Ark., on the subject of “Recovered Families,.” The text was: Then David and the people that were with him lifted up their voice and wept, until they had no more power to weep. * * * David recovered all.—I. Samuel xxx., 4. 1#. There is intense -excitement in the Tillage of Ziklag. David and his men are bidding good-by to their' families, and are off for this wars. In that little Tillage of Ziklag the defenseless ones Trill be safe until the warriors, flushed with victory, come home. But will the defenseless ones be safe? The soft * arms of children are around the necks of the bronzed warriors until they shake themselves free and start, and handkerchiefs and flags are waved and kisses thrown until the armed men vanish beyond the hills. * David and his men soon get through with their campaign and start homeward. Every night on their way home, no sooner does the soldier put his head on the knapsack than in his dreams he hears the welcome of the wife and the shout of the child. Oh, what long stories they will have to tell their families, of how they dodged the battle ax! and then will roll up their sleeve and show the half-healed wound, with glad, quick step, they morch on, David and his men. for they qre marching home. Now they* come up to the last hill which * overlooks Ziklag, and they expect in a moment to » * see the dwelling places of their loved ones. They look, and as they look their cheek turns pale, and their lip quivers, and their hand involuntarily comes down on the hilt of the sword. “Where is Ziklag? Where are our homes?” they cry. Alas! the curling smoke above the ruin tell the tragedy. The Amalekites have come down and consumed the village, and carried the mothers and the wives and the children of David and his men into captivity. The swarthy warriors stand for a few moments transfixed with horror. Then their eyes glance to each other, and they burst into uncontrollable weeping: for when* a strong warrior weeps the grief is appalling. It seems as if the l „ emotion might tear him tp pieces. They “wept until they had no more power po weep.”- -But soon their sorrow turns into rage, and David, swinging his sword high in air. cries: “Pursue, for thou Shalt overtake them, and without fail recover all.*’ Now the march becomes a “double-quick.” Two hundred of David’s men stop by the brook Besor, faint with fatigue and grief. They can not go a step farther. They are left alone. But the other four hundred men under David, with a sort of panther step, inarch on in sorrow and In rage. They find by the side of the rdad a half-dead Egyptian,, and they resuscitate him and compel him to tell the whole story. He says: “Yonder, they went, the captors atptl the captives,” pointing in the direction.! Forward,., ye four hundred brave men of fire! Very soon David and his enraged company come upon the Amalekitish host. Yonder they see their own wives and children and mothers, and under Amalekitish guard. Here are officers of the Amalekitish army holding a banquet. The cups are full,, the music is rouspd. the dance begins. The AfilalekjtjKn host cheer and cheer and cheer over their victory. But, without note of bugle or warning

ot trumpet, uavia ana ms iour Hundred men burst upon the scene. David and x*his men look up, and one glance at their loved ones in captivity and under Amalekitish guard throws them into a very fury of determination; for you know how men will fight when they fighfcfor their wives and children. Ah! there m-e lightnings in their eye, and every finger is a spear, and their voice is like the shout of the whirlwind! Amidst the upset tankards and the costly viands crushed underfoot, the wounded Amalekites lie (their blood mingling with their wine), shrieking for mercy. No sooner do David and his men win the victory than j they throw their swords down into the dust—what do they want with swords now?—apd the broken families come together amidst a great shout of joy that makes the parting j ■scene in Ziklag seem very insipid in the j comparison. The rough old warrior j has to use some persuasion before he j ■can get his child to come to him now j after so long an absence; but soon the j little finger traces the familiar wrinkle across the scarred face. And then the | empty tankards are set up, and they j are filled with the best wine from the j hills, and David and his men, the hus- j hands, the wives, the brothers, the sis- I ters. drink to the overthrow of the J Amalekites and to the re-building of 'Ziklag. So, O Lord, let* thine enemies perish! Now they are coming home. David and his men and their families—a long ! procession. Men, women and children, j loaded with jewels and robes and with j all kinds of trophies that the Amalekites had gathered up in years of con- ' ./quest—everything now in the hands of I David and his men. When they come i by the brook Besor, the place where ] stayed the men sick and incompent to j travel, the jewels and the robes and j all lands of treasures are divided | among the sick as jvell as among the well. Surely, the lame j and exhausted ought to have some of the treasures. Here is a robe for a pale-faced warrior. Here is a pillow | for this dying man. Here is a handful i of gold for the wasted trumpeter. I j really think that these men who faint-1 ed by the brook Besor may have en- j duredfes much as those men who went j into the battle. Some mean fellows : objected to the sick ones having any of the spoils. The objectors said: ‘“These jnen did not fight.” David, with a mag

nanimous heart, replies: “As his part is that goeth down to the battle, so shall his part be that tarrieth by the stuff.” This subject is practically suggestive to me. Thank God, in these times a man can go off on a journey, and be ' gone weeks and months,' and come hack and see his house untouched of incendiary, and have his family on the step to greet him if by telegram he has fortold the moment of his coming. But there are Amalekitish disasters, there are Amalekitish diseases, that sometimes come down upon one’s home, making as devastating work as the day when Ziklag took fire. There are families you represent broken up. No battering ram t mote in the door, no iconoclast tumbled the statutes, the flame leaped amidst the curtains; but so far all the joy and merriment that once belonged to that house are concerned, the home has departed. Armed diseases came down upon the quietness of the scene—scarlet fevers, or pleurisies, or consumptions, or undefined disorders came and seized upon some members of that family, and carried them away. Ziklag in ashes! And you go about, sometimes weeping and sometimes enraged, wanting to get back your loved ones as much as David and his men wanted to reconstruct their despoiled households. Ziklag in ashes! Some of you went off from home. You counted the days of your absence. Every day seemed as long as a week. Oh, how gl ad you were when the time came for you to go aboard the steamboat or rail car and stalrt for home! You arrived. , You went up the street where your dwelling was, and in the night you put your hand on the door-bell, and, behold! it was wrapped with the signal of bereavement, and you find that Amalekitish Death.which has devastated a thousand other households, had blasted yours. You go about weeping amidst the desolation of your once happy home, thinking of the bright eyes closed, and the noble hearts stopped, and the gentle hands folded, and you weep until you have no more power to weep. Ziklag in ashes! Why these long shadows of bereavement across this audience? Why is it that in almost every assemblage black is the predominant color of the apparel? Is it because you do not like saffron or brown or violet? Oh no! You say, “This world is not so bright to us as once it was;” and there i£ a story of silent voices, and of still feet, and of loved ones gone, and when you look over the *hills. expecting only beauty and loveliness, you find only devastation and woe. Ziklag in ashes! One day. in Ulster‘county, N. Y., the village church was decorated until the fragrance of the flowers was almost bewilde ring. The maidens of the village had emptied the place of flowers upon one marriage altar. One of their own number was affianced to a minister of Christ, who had come to take her to his own home. With hands joined, amidst a congratulatory^ audience, the vows were taken. In three days from that time; one of those who stood at the altar exchanged earth for Heaven. The wedding march broke down into the funeral dirge. There were not enough flowers now for the eottin-lid, because they had all been taken for the bridal hour. The dead minister of Christ is brought to another village. He had1 gone out from them less than a week before in his strength; now he comes home lifeless. The whole church bewailed him. The solemn procession moved around to look upon the still face that once had beamed

tne messages oi . anon. mine children were lifted up to look at him. And some of those whom he had cornfronted in days of sorrow, when they passed that silent form, made the place dreadful with their weeping. Another pillage emptied of its flowers—some of them put in the shape of a cross to symbolize his hope, others put in the shape of a crown to symbolize his -triump. A hundred lights blown out in one strong gust from the open door of a sepulcher. Ziklag in ashes. I remark, in the first place, if you want to join your loved ones in glory, you must travel the same way they went. No sooner had the half-dead Egyptian been resuscitated than he pointed the way the captors and the captives had gone, and David and his men followed after. So our Christian sjfriends have gone into another country, and if we want to reach their companionship we must take the same road. They repented; we must repent. They prayed; we must pray. They trusted in Christ; we must tru. t in Christ. They lived a religious life; we must live a religious life. They were in some things like ourselves. 1 know, now that they are goue, there is a halo around their names; but they had their faults. They said and did things they ought never to have said or done. They were sometimes rebellious, sometimes cast down. They were far from being perfect. So I suppose that when we are gone, some things in us that are now duly tolerable may be almost resplendent. But as they were like us in deficiencies, we ought to be like them in taking a supernal Christ to make up for the deficits. Had it not been for Jesus, they would have all perished; but Christ confronted them, and said, “I am the way,” and they took it. I have also to say to you that the path that these captives trod was a troubled path, and that David and his men had to go over the same difficult way. While these captives were being taken off, they said: “Oh! we are so tired; we are so sick; we are so hungry!” But the men who had charge of them said: “Stop this crying. Go on!” David and his men also found it a hard way. They had to travel it. Our friends have gone into glory, and it is through much tribulation that \ve are to enter into the Kingdom. How our loved ones used to have to struggle! how their old hearts ached! how, sometimes, they had a tussle for bread! In Our childhood we wondered why there were so many wrinkles on their faces. We did not know that what were called “crow's-feet” on their faces were the marks of the black raven of trouble. Did you ever hear the old people, seated by the evening stand, talk over their early trials, their hard

ships, the accidents, the burials, the disappointments, the empty flour barrel when there were so many hungry ones to feed, the sickness almost unto death} where the next dose of morphine decided between ghastly bereavement and an unbroken home circle? Oh, yes! it was trouble that whitened their hair. It was trouble that shook the cup in their hands. It was trouble that washed the luster from their eyes with the rain of tears until they need spectacles. It was trouble that made the cane a necessity for their journey. Do you ever remember seeing your old mother sitting on some rainy day, looking out of the window, her elbow on the window sill, her hand to her brow—looking out, not seeing the falling shower at all (you well knew she was looking into the distant past), until the apron came up to her eyes, because the memory was too much for her?

Oft the big. unbidden tear. Stealing down the furrowed cheek. Told in eloquence sincere, Tales of woe they could not speak. But this scene of weeping o'er. Past this scene of toil and pain. They shall feel distress no more, Never, never weep again. * “Who are these under the altar?” the question was asked; and the respone came: “These are they which came out of great tribulation, and have washed their robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.” Our friends went by a path of tears into glory. Be not surprised if vre have to travel the same pathway. I remark, again, if we want to win the society of our friends in Heaven we will not only have„ to travel a path of faith and a path of tribulation, but we will also have to positively battle for their companionship. David and his men never wanted sharp swords and invulnerable shields and thick breastplates so much as they wanted them on the day when they came down upon the Amalekites. If they had lost that battle they never would have got their families back. I suppose that one .glance at their loved ones in captivity hurled them into the battle with tenfold courage and energy. They said: “We must win it. Everything depends Upon it. Let each one take a man on point of spear or sword. We must win it.” And I have to tell you that between us and coming into the companionship of our loved ones who are departed there is an Austerlitz, there is a Gettysburg, there is a Waterloo. War with the world, war with the flesh, war with the devil. We have either to conquer our troubles or our troubles will conquer us. David will either slay the Amalekites or the Amalekites will slay David. And yet is not the fort to be taken -worth all the pain, all the peril, all the besiegement? Look! Who are they on the bright hills of Heaven yonder? There they are, those who sat at your own table, the chair now vacant. There they are, those whom you rocked in infancy in the cradle or hushed to sleep in your arms. There they are, their brow more radiant than ever before you saw it, their lips waiting for the kiss of heavenly greeting, their * cheek roseate with the health of eternal summer, their hands, beckoning you up the steep, the feet bounding with the mirth of Heaven. The pallor of their last sickness gone out of their face, never more to be sick, never more to cough, never more to limp, never more to be old, never more to weep. They are watching from those heights to see if through Christ you can take the fort, and whether you will rush in upon them—victors. They know that upon this battle depends whether you will ever join their society. Up! strike harder! Charge more bravely! Remember that every inch you gain puts you so much farther on teward that heavenly reunion.

If this morning' while I speak you could hear the cannonade of a foreign enemy which was to despoil your city, and if'they really should succeed in carrying your families away from you, how long would we take before we resolved to go after them? Every weapon, whether fresh from the armory or old and rusty in the garret, would be brought out; and we would urge on, and coming in front of the foe, we would look at them, and then look at our families, and the cry would be, “Victory or death !” and when the ammunition was gone, we would take the captors on the point of the bayonet or under the breech of the gun. If you would make stuch a struggle for the getting back of your early friends, will you not make as much struggle for the gainingof the eternal companionship of your heavenly friends? Oh* yes! we must join them. We must sit in their holy society. We must sing with them the song. We must celebrate with them the triumph. Let it never be told on earth or in Heaven that David and his men pushed out with braver hearts for the getting back of their earthly friends for a few years on earth than we to get our departed. rP You say-that all this implies that our departed Christian friends are alive. Why, had you any idea they were dead? They have only moved. If you should go on the second of May to a house where one of your friends lived, and find him gone, you would not think that he was dead. You would inquire next door where he had moved to. Our departed Christian friends have only taken another house. The secret is that they are richer now than they once were, and can afford a better residence. They once drank out of earthenware; they now drink from the King’s chalice. “Joseph is yet alive,” and Jacob will go up and see him. Living? are they? Why, if a man can live in this damp, dark dungeon of earthly captivity, can he not live where he breathes the bracing atmosphere of the mountains of Heaven? Oh, yes, they are living! May God Almighty, through the blood of the everlasting covenant,bring us into the companionship of our beloved ones who have already entered the Heavenly land, and into the presence of Christ whom, not having seen, we love, and so David shall recover all, “and as his part is that goeth down to the battle* so that his part be that tarrieth by the stuff. “

AMERICAN WOOL IN ENGLAND. Flee Wool Is Tory Likely to Advance Prim The political wool growers who still proclaim that higher duties on wool are needed to bring back higher prices will hereafter produce but little effect upon the common sense real wool grower. In addition to the fact that lower prices hare followed higher duties we have, at last, under the highly protective McKinley duties, begun to export wool in considerable quantities—showing that the prices of our wools are now not only as low, but a little lower, than prices of similar foreign wools.

un April s, tne ioi lowing report was sent out from Washington: “The American consul at Bradford. England, reports to the department of state that an endless amount of gossip has been caused there during the last six weeks by the offering for sale of large quantities of American wooL Several lots of Ohio wool, aggregating 50,000 pounds, were reported among the purchases. One Bradford firm, which bought 5,000 pounds, flaying for the various grades from 23K to -6 ce its per pound, said the wool gaveperfec': satisfaction, so much so, in fact, that it was holding it for higher prices. “The purchaser explained to the consul that the American skin wool ; were especially adapted for hosiery^ yarns and were equal to,the finest English crossbreds, the only thing thst has kept their price down being1, i n his opinion, the fact that American manufacturers have not fully mastered the manipulation of the skin or pulled wools which are taken from th>» sheep after death. As a general tfa injj, the prices of American wools of all g ~ades are now practically the same as .hose of the similar English grades. “The manufacturers in Brad ford assert that the moment the tariff bill becomes a law the prices of American wools will revive? and several of them are so strong in this belief that they have made large investments in wool now held in Philadelphia and Bo; ton. They insist that the new i inpatus given to manufactures by free raw material will cause larger quantities of the United States grown article t< be mixed with fine foreign wools, and that the demand for American wools for hosiery purposes will imme lia ely set in oh the English market It. is already proposed by wool dealers in England to exchange the grades of wool more suitable for dr ss goods and cloths for the American wool adapted for hosiery and other purposes. They argue that this will at once -bring about renewed activity in the trade and raise prices. Over 250,000 pounds of American wools are now offered in the Bradford market at prices which cannot be accepted until there1 is a prospect for disposing readily of the manufactured product.”

TARIFF ROBBERY. fh« Thief That Filches from One Blun to Enrich Another. Indirect taxation is the greatest and meanest thief on earth. This thief, takes little at a time, bat he takes that little from each person 365 days out of every year. No civilized person on this, flobe is exempt from his ravages. He4 as the authority of the government to plunder its citizens. The government* knows that the thief is cautious, judicious and sly and that he has had experience in the art of extracting money from the pockets of the people for revenue and “other purposes,” as the McKinley bill puts it. The thief turns over to the government about one-third of the swag and gives the other twothirds to his real employers—the manufacturers and monopolists. Thus the thief pilfers from us each year over 1300,000,000 for our government snd probably $600,000,000 more for the monopolists and trusts — an average of nearly $75 a year from each family, $50 of which goes to a favored few. With such a magnificent thief abroad in our land it is no wonder that we have produced over 4,000 millionaires since 1860 who, according to the census of 1890, own one-fifth of all our wealth. It is no wonder that 9 per cent, of our population own over 70 per cent of our wealth, leaving 91 per cent practically paupers, living from hand to mouth. This condition of affairs is a reversal of the condition in 1860, when 90 per cent of our population owned over 70 per cent of our wealth. A thief that has in thirty years transferred nearly $30,000,000,000 from the pockets of the masses to the pockets of the classes is certainly the greatest of all thieves He is also the meanest for, unlike most thieves who operate mainly upon the rich, his victims are the hard working people He stealthily lays hold of every fifth dollar of the poor and carries it exultingly to the vaults of the rich. Shame on the senator who is such a traitor to the people or who is so grossly ignorant of the character of indirect taxation that he will rise in his plaee in the senate to champion the interests of the greatest and meanest of thieves.—A. W. H. UNSCIENTIFIC ECONOMICS. jtat«#men Who Believe In Longitudinal Free Trade and Latitudinal Protection. Some people entertain the delusion that, although the laws of mathematics and the physical sciences are applicable to all countries, yet the same inflexible quality does not belong to the laws of moral scieuce. They believe that these can be changed according to the whim of legislatures, and the exigencies of climate and geography. They think that the principles of free trade may be philosophical and wise in one country, and the reverse in another; that “infancy” is a good plea in behalf of protection in a new country, but not in an old one; that agriculture ought to be .protected at the expense of manufactures in England, and manufactures protected at the expense of agriculture in America. We have statesmen in congress who believe in longitudinal free trade and latitudinal protection; who think that free trade would be scientific and valuable between us and the nations to the north and south of ns, but mischievous and unwise between us and the nations east and west.

Bat the laws of political economy cannot be bent to suit the differences et latitude and longitude. The freedom of trade that benefits England would benefit the United States. Commercial principles cannot vary between Liverpool and New York, nor between Boston and Montreal. It is very curious that, while the citizens of London were petitioning their parliament for commercial freedom, the citizens of Boston were asking congress for the same right It gives a rude shock to the vanity of an American revenue reformer of the present day to find that his arguments were anticipated by his countrymen sixty-five years ago In 1837, when our “infant industrial were much more Jnfantile than they are now, a committee of the citizens of Boston thus protested against the ^injustice of a protective tariff They declared it false to say that “dear goods made at home are better than cheap ones made abroad; that capital and labor cannot be employed in this country «j without protective duties; that it is patriotic to tax the many for the ben^ fit of the few; that it is just to ahH>y legislation manufactures that do not succeed without it; that we ought to sell to other nations, but never buy from them.’’ They go on to say: “These are, we have long since known, fundamental principles among the advocates of the American system. It is, however, extraordinary that these ancient and memorable maxims, sprung from the darkest ages of ignorance and barbarism, should take their last refuge here.”—M. M. Trumbull, in ta« Free Trade Struggle in England.

QUAY ON THE TARIFF. The Pennsylvania Senator Should Head Up a Little. The best proof of the success of the tariff of 1846, which Senator Quay has made the latest attempt to arraign, lies in the simple fact that from the day of its enactment till 1861 no serious effort was mdjde by any party in congress to changh it, except in the direction of lower duties. In 1848 the whigs elected their candidate for president, with a majority in congress, through a disunion of the democratic party on the slavery question, but they found the tariff by that time so acceptable to the country that they did not undertake to disturb it. Gen. Taylor was elected president, not because he was opposed to the tariff of 1S46, but because he was a popular soldier of the war with Mexica The whig platform of 1848 was comprised pretty much in the refrain of the campaign song: We’ll put old Zach In the White house, boys, And Whitey in the White house stable. In 1852 the party opposed to the tariff of 1846 was so completely broken down that its candidate for president, Gen. Winfield Scott, received the electoral votes of only four states of the union, namely, Kentucky, Tennessee, Massachusetts and Rhode Island. Soon after this the whig party dissolved, and its political assigns and successors, the republicans and know-nothings, made no issue on the tariff. With the fall of the whig party, its high protective tariff creed was eliminated from political controversy. As a crowning proof of the popularity and success of the tariff of 1846, in 1857, after an experience of eleven years, leading republicans in congress, including William H. Seward, Henrjlj Wilson, afterwards vice president, and _ Lafayette S. Foster, in the senate, and many republicans in the house, including most of the New England members, aided in still further reducing the duties on imports. From an average of 25 per cent the duties were lowered by republican votes to an average of 19 per cent It is too late in the day to seek to open the judgment pronounced by the founders of the republican party in favor of the tariff of 1846. —Philadelphia Record.

Balance of Nonsense. The “balance of trade” in our favor for the past eight months of panic and distress is $318,000,000. Shades of Blaine and subft&nce of McKinley, where is that balance? We know, for they have told us, that such balances are always “paid over,” and in “gold." That some $200,000,000 whs paid over in 1S90, McKinley asserted on his sacred honor, though how it slipped in and who had got it he firmly refused to say. Anyhow it was a great triumph of protection and a crowning proof of the prosperity of the country, showing how exceeding clever we had been to have sold the deluded foreigners $200,000,000 more than we had bought of them. But now it seems that hard times are even better than protection to bring about that blessed crippling of our purchasing power. To a mind like McKinley’s this must be “suggestive of much.** though to the ordinary mind its principle suggestion will be that the balance of trade is, as commonly understood, nothing but the balance of nobsense.—N. Y. Post. Pig Iron to England. Several days ago there were shipped to England from Birmingham, Ala., two hundred tons of pig iron. This shipment follows one that was made a few weeks ago, and it is admitted that arrangements have been made for exportations hereafter., If the iron makers of the Birmingham district can sell their iron profitably in the English market, after paying the land and ocean transportation charges, why do they need to be protected here at home against competitive sales of imported English iron and against Cuban iron ore by the tariff duties which they have demanded and which they, with the assistance of others, have induced the senate committee to impose in the pending bill?—N. Y. Times. __ Unconscious Humor. The tariff debate in the senate has lacked the element of humor until now. The omission has now been supplied by Senator Quay, who pleads that the tariff question be taken out of politics and considered purely as a business question. To anyone at all familiar with the part performed by Senator Quay in the national compaign of 1888, this plea will at once appear as the very quintessence of humor. And the best part of it is that it seems to be of th> unconscious sort.-—Boston Herald.

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