Pike County Democrat, Volume 25, Number 8, Petersburg, Pike County, 6 July 1894 — Page 7

“ROYAL GARDEN.” The World Has a Great Many Beauti* ful Gardens, bat Nothing to Compare to the Garden of the Church, Which Belongs to Christ— He Bought It, He Planted It, He Owns It—Dr. Taimage’s Sermon. Rev. Dr. Talmage selected as the ■subject for his sermon through the ^ press Sunday “The Royal Garden,” the text being taken from Solomon's Song v. 1, “I am come into my garden.” The world has had a great many beautiful gardens. Charlemagne added to the glqry of his reign by decreeing that they be established all through the realm—decreeing even the names of the flowers to be planted there. Henry IV., at Montpellier, established gardens of bewitching beauty and luxuriance, gathering into them Alpine, Pyrenean and French plants. One of the sweetest spots on earth was the garden of Shenstone, the poet. His writings have made but little impression on the world, but his garden, “The Leasowes,” will be immortal. To the natural advantage of that place was brought the perfection of art. Arbor and terrace and slope and rustic temple and reservoir and urn and fountain here had their crowning. Oak and yew and hazel put forth their richest foliage. There was no life more diligent, no soul more ingenious than that of Shenstone, and all that diligence and genius were brought to the adornment of that one treasured spot. He gave £300 for it. lie sold it for £17,000. And yet I am to tell you of a richer garden than any I have mentioned. It is the garden spoken of in my text, the 1 garden of the church, which belongs to Christ, for my text says so. He bought it, he planted it, he owns it, 'and he shall have it. Walter Scott, in

-his outlay at Aooottsioro, ruinea ms fortune. And now in the crimson flowers of those gardens you can almost think or imagine that j’ou see the blood of that old man’s broken heart. The payment of the last £‘100,000 sacrificed him. But I have to tell you that Christ's life and Christ’s death were the outlay of this beautiful garden of the church of which my text speaks. Oh, how many sighs and tears and pangs and agonies! Tell me, ve women who saw him hang! Tell me. ye executioners who lifted him and l«»t him drop! Tell me, thou sun that didst hide ye rocks that fell! “Christ loved the church and gave himself for it.” If, then, the garden of the church belongs to Christ, certainly then. O blessed Jesus, this morning, walk up and down these aisles and pluck what thou wilt of sweetness for thyself. ^ The church, in my text, is appropriately compared to a garden, because it is a place of choice flowers, of seleet fruits and of thorough irrigation. That would be a strange garden in which there were no flowers. If nowhere else, they will be along the borders or at the gateway. The homeliest taste will dictate something, if it be the old fashioned hollyhock or dahlia ■or daffodil or coreopsis, but if ( there be larger means then you will Jfind the Mexican cactus and dark veined arbutelion and blazing azalea and clustering oleander. Well, now, Christ comes to His garden, and he plants there some of the brightest spirits that ever flowered upon the world. Some of them are violets, unconspicuous, but sweet in Heaven. You have to search for such spirits to find them. You do not see them very often perhaps, but you find where they’ have been by the brightening face of the invalid, and the sprig of geranium on the stand, and the window curtains keeping out the glare of the sunlight. They are, perhaps, more like the ranunculus, creeping sweetly along amid the thorns and briers of life, giving kiss for sting, and many a man who has had in his way some great black rock of trouble has found that .they have covered it all over with flowering jasmine running in and out amid the crevice. These Christians in Christ's garden are not like the sunflower, gaudy in the light, but whenever darkness hovers •over a soul that needs to be comforted there they stand, night blooming cereuses. But in Christ’s garden there are plants that may be better compared to the Mexican cactus—thorns without, loveliness within—with sharp points of character. They wound almost every one th$t touches them. They are hard to handle. Men pronounce them nothing but thorns, but Christ loves them, notwithstanding all their sharpness. Many a man has had very hard ground to culture, and it has only been through severe toil he has raised he has a right to walk

eweu tuc Muuucsi t'rup ui grace. A very harsh minister was -talking with a very pla cid elder, and the placid elder said to the harsh minister: “Doctor, I do wish you would control your temper.” “Ah,” said the minister to the elder, “I control more temper in five minutes than you do in five years.” It is harder for some men to do right than for others to do right. The grace that would elevate you to the seventh heaven might not keep your brother from knocking a man down. I had a friend who came to me and said: “I dare not join the church.” I said, “Why?” '‘Oh,” he said “Ihavesuch a violent temper. Yesterday morning I was crossing very early at the Jersey City Ferry, and I saw a milkman pour a large amount of water into the milk can. and I said to him, ‘I think that will do,’ and he insulted me, and I knocked him down. Do you think I ought to join the church?” Nevertheless that very same man, who was so harsh in his behavior, loved Christ and could not speak of sacred things without tears of emotion and affection. Thorns without, but sweetness within —the best specimen of Mexican cactus I ever saw: There are others planted in Christ’s garden who are always ardent, always radiant, always impressive —more like- the roses of deep hue that we occasionally find called “giants of battle”—the Martin Luthers.

St. Pauls, Chrysostom, Wyklifs, Lati- | mers and Samuel Rutherfords. What in other men is a spark, in them is a conflagration. When they sweat, they sweat great drops of blood. When they pray, their prayer takes fire. When they preach, it is a Pentecost. When : they fight, it is a Thermopylae. When j they die, it is a martyrdom. You find ! a great many roses in the gardens, but j only a few “giants of battle.” Men j say: “Why don’t you have more of ; them in the church?” I say: “Why don’t you have in the world more Napoleons and Humboldts and Welling- , tons?” ' God gives to some ten talents, ' to another one. In this garden of the church, which Christ has planted, I also find the snowdrops, beautiful but cold looking, seemingly another phase of the winter. I mean those Christians who are precise in their tastes, unimpassioned, pure as snowdrops and jfs cold. They never shed any tears they never get excited; they never say anything rashly; they never do anything precipitately. Their pulses never flutter;

meir uervcs ne^er iwuvu, uicu nation never boils over. They live longer than most people, but their life is in a minor key. They never run up to “C” above the staff. In the music of their life they have no staccato passages. Christ planted them in the church, and they must be of some service, or they would not be there. Snowdrops, always snowdrops. But I have not told you of the most beautiful flower in all this garden spoken of in the text. If you see a “century plant,” your emotions are Started. You saj\ “Why, this flower has been a hundred years gathering up for one bloom, and it will be a hundred years more before other petals will come out.” But I have to tell you of a plant that was gathering up from all eternity, and that 1,900 years ago put forth its bloom never to wither. It is” the passion flower of the cross! Prophets foretold it. Bethlehem shepherds looked upon it in the bud; the rocks shook at its bursting, and the dead got up in their winding sheets to see its full bloom. It is a crimson flower—blood art the roots, blood on the branches, blood on all the leaves. Its perfume is to fill all the nations. Its touch is life. Its breath is Heaven. Come. O winds, from the north, and winds from the south and winds from the east and winds from the west, and bear to all the earth the sweet smelling savor of Christ, my Lord. His worth, if all the nations knew. < Sure the whole earth would love Him too. Again, the church may be appropriately compared to a garden, because it is a place of select fruits. That would be a strange garden which had in it no berries, no plums, no peaches or apricots. The coarser fruits are planted in the orchard or they are set out on the sunny hillside, but the choicest fruits are kept in the garden. So in the world outside the church Christ has planted a great many beautiful things—patience, charity, generosity, integrity—but hi intends the choicest fruits to be in the garden, and if they are not there then shame on the church. Religion is not a mere flowering sentimentality. It is a practical, life-giving, healthful fruit—not posies, but apples. “Oh,” says somebody, “I don't see what your garden of the church has yielded.” Where did your asylums come from, and your hospitals, and your institutions of mercy? Christ planted every one of them. He planted them in His garden. When Christ gave sight to Bartimeus He laid the cornerstone of every blind asylum that has ever been built. When Christ soothed the demoniac of Galilee, he laid the cornerstone of every lunatic asylum that has ever been established. When Christ said to the sick man, “Take up thy bed and walk,” he laid the cornerstone of every hospital the world has ever seen.

>» nen ^.nrisi sum. i was jxi pnauu, and ye visited me*” he laid the cornerstone of every prison reform association that has ever been formed. The Church of Christ is a glorious garden, and is full of fruit. I know there is some poor fruit in it. I know there are some weeds that ought rto have been thrown over the fence. I know there are some crab apple trees , that ought to be cut down. I know there are some wild grapes that ought to be uprooted, but are you going to destroy the whole garden because of a little gnarled fruit? Yoii will find worm eaten leaves in Fontainebleau and insects that sting in the fairy groves of the Champs Ely sees. You do not tear down and destroy the whole garden because there are a few specimens of gnarled fruit. I admit there are men and women in the church who ought not to be there, but let us be just as frank and admit the fact that there are hundreds and thousands and tens of thousands of glorious Christian men and women holy, blessed, useful, consecrated and triumphant. There is no grander collection on earth than the collection of Christians. There are Christian men in the church whose religion is not a matter of psalm singing and church going. To-morrow morning that religion will keep them just as consistent and consecrated on “exchange” as it ever kept them at the communion table. There are women in the church of a higher type of character than Mary of Bethany. They not only sit at the feet of Christ, but they go out into the kilehen to help Martha in her work, that she may sit there too. There is a woman who has a drunken husband, who has exhibited more faith and patience and courage than Hugh Latimer in the fire. He ! was consumed in twenty miuutes. Hers has been a twenty-year's martyrdom. Yonder is a man who has lain fifteen years on his back, unable to feed himself, yet calm and peaceful as though he lay on one of the green banks of Heaven, watching the oarsmen dip their paddles in the crystal river! Why, it seems to me this moment as if Paul threw to ns a pomologist’s catalogue of the fruits growing in this great garden of Christ—love, joy, peace, patience, charity, brotherly kindness, gentleness, mercy—glorious 1 fruit, enough to fill all the baskets of earth and Heaven. i

I have not told yon of the better tree in the garden and of the better fruit. It was planted just outside Jerusalem a pood while ago. When that tree was planted, it was so split and bruised and barked men said nothing would ever grow upon it, but no sooner had that tree been planted than it budded and blossomed and fruited, and the soldiers’ spears were only the clubs that struck ddwn that fruit, and it fell into the lap of the nations, and men began to pick it up and eat it, and they found in it an antidote to all thirst, to all poison, to all sin. to all death—the smallest cluster larger than the famous one of Eshcol, which two men carried on a staff between them. If the one apple in Eden killed the race, this one cluster of mercy shall restore it. Again, the church in my text is appropriately called a garden because it is thoroughly irrigated. No garden could prosper long without plenty of water. I have seen a garden in the midst of a desert, yet blooming and luxuriant. All around was dearth and barrenness, but there were pipes, aqueducts reaching from this garden up to the mountains, and through those aqueducts the water came streaming down and tossing up into beautiful fountains until every root and leaf and flower was saturated. That is like the church. The church is a garden in the midst of a great desert of sin and suffering.' It is well irrigated, for “our eyes are unto the hills, from whence cometh our help.’’ From the mountains of God's strength there flow down fivers of gladness. There is a river, the stream whereof shall make glad the city of our God. Preaching the Gospel is one of thesfe aqueducts. The Bible is another. Baptism and the Lord’s supper are aqueducts. Water to slake the thirst, water to restore the faint, water to wash the unclean, water tossed high up in the lignt of the sun of righteousness, showing us the rainbow around the throne. Oh, was there ever a garden so thoroughly irrigated? You know the beauty of Versailles and Chatsvvorth depends„sery much upon the great supply of water. I came to the latter place (Chatsworth) one day when strangers are not to be admitted, but by an inducement,which always seemed as applicable to an Englishman as an American, I got in, and then the gardener went far up above the stairs of stone and turned on the water. I saw it gleaming on the dry pavement coming down from step to

step, untu it came so near i cornu hear the musical rush, and all over the high, broad stairs it came foaming, flashing, roaring down until sunlight and wave in gleesome wrestle tumbled at my feet. So it is with the church of God. Everything comes from above— pardon from above, joy from above, adoption from above, sanctification from above. Oh, that now God would turn on the waters of salvation that they might flow down through his heritage and that this day we might each find our places to be “Elims.” with 12 wells of water and threescore and ten palm trees. Hark, I hear the latch at the garden gate, and I look to see who is coming! I hear the voice of Christ, “I am come into my garden.” I say: “Come in, O Jesus; we have been waiting for thee. Walk all through these paths. Look at the flowers; look at the fruit. Pluck that which thou wilt for thyself.” Jesus comes into the garden and up to that old man and touches him and says: “Almost home, father. Not many more aches for thee. I will never leave thee. I will never forsake the*'Take courage a little longer, and I w 1 steady thy tottering steps, and I win soothe thy troubles and give thee rest. Courage, old man.” Then Christ goes up another garden path, and he comes to a soul in trouble and says: “Peace; all is well! I have seen, thy tears; I have heard thy prayer. The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night. The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil. He will preserve thy soul. Courage. 0 troubled spirit!” Then I see Jesus going up another garden path, and I see great excitement among the leaves, and I hasten up that garden path to see what Jesus is doing there, and, lo, he is breaking off flowers, sharp and clean, from the stem, and I say: “Stop, Jesus, don’t kill those beautiful flowers.” He turns to me and says: “I have come into my garden to gather lilies, and I mean to take these up to a higher terl*ace and for the garden around my palace, and there I will plant them and in better soil and in better air. They shall put forth brighter leaves and sweeter redolence, and no frost shall touch them forever.” And I looked up into His face and said: “Well, it is His garden, and He has a right to do what He will with it. Thy will be done”—the hardest prayer a

man ever made. I notice that the fine gardens sometimes have high fences around them, and I can not get in. It is so with the King’s garden. The only glimpse you ever get of such a garden is when the king rides out in his splendid carriage. It is not so with this garden—ihe King's garden. I throw wide open the gate and tell you all to come in. No monopoly in religion. Whosoever will, may. Choose now between a desert and a garden. Many of you have tried the garden of this world’s delight. You have found it has been a chagrin. So it was with Theodore Hook. He made all the world laugh. He makes us laugh now when we read his poems, but he could not make his own heart laugh.- While in the midst of his festivities he confronted a looking glass, and he saw himself and said: “There, that is true. I look just as I am—done up in body, mind and purse.” So it was with Shenstone, of whose garden I told you at the beginning of my ser* mon. He sat down amid t’lose bowers and said: “I have lost my road to happiness. I am angry, and envious, and frantic, and despise everything around me, just as it becomes a madman to do.” Oh, ye weary souls, come into Christ’s garden to-day and pluck a little heartsease! Christ is the only rest and the only pardon for a perturbed spirit. Do you not think you chance has almost come*

FARM AND GARDEN. FIGHTING THE CUTWORM. Prof. Riley Tell* How to Get Rid of Thl» Destructive Peat. # Young corn is often grievously injured by cutworms. The following reply, by Prof. C. V. Riley, to a correspondent of the Scientific American tvho has been more than usually troubled will, therefore, be read with interest at this time: If specimens of the particular cutworms were sent to the station for identification some preventive measures might be suggested, as much depends on the particular species. In a general way most of the species have similar habits in the larval state; but bo deal directly with them when, as in this case, they are distributed over large areas, is a very serious problem. The most successful means under these conditions is by the distribution of poisonous baits. These m«^ consist of freshly cut clover or other succulent vegetation poisoned with paris green and made into balls or gathered into masses, so as to prevent their too rapid drying. One mode of accomplishing this Ifst object is by covering the poisoned plants with boards. These poisoned baits, if placed at intervals along the corn rows, will attract a large proportion of the cutworms. which, by feeding upon them, will perish. For smaller areas, or for garden patches, the same method majr be followed, or the larvae may be unearthed from about the base of the plants, where they retire for concealment during the day. r Another method is to take a smooth walking cane and make smooth holes several inches deep at intervals, going over the same ground every day and punching in these holes to destroy the worms which seek them during the day as a place of concealment and tumble in. The patent salts, such as kainit, have proved of the greatest value against many subterranean insects, and undoubtedly will be of value against these cutworms. They have the additional advantage of being good fertilizers, so that their expense as insecticides is more than offset by their value to the crop and to the land. I think with your correspondent that it is too late to accomplish much the present year, but by a combination of the three methods suggested he will be able another year to prevent much of the trouble. It is well, where fields are badly infested with cutworms, to plant thickly, so that two or three young corn plants may be spared from each hill without seriously affecting the crop. It is also wise, on general principles, to keep fields that are to be planted to corn thoroughly clear and clean of weeds and other vegetation during the fall; and in this light fall plowing becomes extremely important, as most of the cutworms are hatched the previous year and hibernate as partly grown larvae.

atuunL armnu nuuot, It Is a Thing of Beauty and a Protection to the Well. There are numerous reasons why the spring or well from which the family’s supply of water is drawn should be covered from the weather—many of which are so patent as to need no mention. An uncovered spring is warm in summer, a receptacle for flying leaves and dust, while in winter it is tilled with snow that frequently has to be shoveled out before water can be obtained. Then, again, ah attractive little house over a well or spring adds considerably to the appearance of a place, and this is not a valueless fao

AN ATTRACTIVE AND SECURE SPRING HOUSE. tor by any means. The little house shown in the sketch could easily be built at odd moments and at a trifling expense, as it is low and but six or seven feet square. The sides should, be made of matched boarding, with lattice work windows on one side and in front, into which windows may be fitted for winter'use. The roof should be shingled and stained, with a contrasting stain upon the walls. The foundation should exclude vermin and small animals.—American Agriculturist. ___ A Simple Cure for Backing:. When a horse stops and proposes to jurri around don’t resist the turn, but give him a quiet horizontal pull in the direction he wants to turn so as to carry him further aroupd than he intended to go, and if possible keep him going around a half a dozen times, says a horse trainer. In most cases this will upset all his calculations, and he will go quietly on without much ado. If six turns will not do give h im twenty. In ftct, if he will keep on turning to your rein you are sure to conquer, as enough turning will confuse him .and leave him at your command. If he will not turn, and will back to the rein, keep him going backward in the direction you want to go. He will soon get tired of that and prefer to go with the right end forward, but before you let him go give him decidedly more backing than he likes. . The drain upon the sow that is suckling pigs is immense and to enable her to stand it and nourish the litter she must have plenty of the most nutritious food. _, _ With good management in most cases two garden crops can be grown in one season. fi

BAlClNO a , POWDER

Admitted to be the finest preparation of the kind in the market. Makes the best and most

a at a a as j wholesome bread, cake, and biscuit. A hundred thousand unsolicited testimonials to this effect are received annually by its manufacturers. Its sale is greater than that of all other baking powders combined. ABSOLUTELY PURE. ROYAL BAKING POWDER CO., 106 WALL ST.. NEW-YORK.

—Elvina and Elmira Fife. twinsisters, who will soon celebrate their eighty-third birthday in Peterboro. Vs’. H., have never ridden on a railroad train, and declare they never will. At the age of fourteen years they entered the employ of a local manufacturer, on whose pay-roll they remained for sixty years. —A typical southern African household described by Olive Schreiner had an English father, a half Dutch mother with a French name, a Scotch governess, a Zulu cook, a Hottentot housemaid and a Kaffir stable boy, while the little girl who waited on the table was a Basuto. THE MARKETS. 55)4© 40)4© ... © 49 © Nkw York. June 39. CATTLE—Native Steers.# 4 35 © COTTON—Middling. ~ © FLOUR—Winter Wheat. 2 60 © WHEAT—No. 2Red.. «0\© CORN—No. 2. 45-*© OATS—Western Mixed. ”2 © PORK—New Mess. 13 75 © ST. LOUIS. COTTON—Middling. ... © BEEVES—Shipping Steers... 4 25 © Medium. 3 25 © HOGS-Fair to Select. ...... 4 SO © SHEEP—Fair to Choice....... 2 25 © FLOUR—Patents. 2 S5 © Fancy to Extra do.. 2 20 © WHEAT—No. 2 Red Winter CORN—No. 2 Mixed. OATS—Nc.2... RYE—No. 2.. TOBACCO—.Lugs. 4 59 © Leaf Burley. 7 01 © HAY—Clear Timothy. 9 00 © BUTTER—Choice Dairy- II © EGGS—Fresh . .. © PORK—Standard Mess (new). & BACON-Cloar Rib.. 7* fir. LARD—Prime Steam.’ © CHICAGO CATTLE—Shipping. 2 75 © HOGS-Fair to Choice. 4 85 © SHEEP-Fair to Choice. 2 50 © FLOUR—Winter Patents. _ 2 80 (ft Spring Patents...... 3 10 (ft WHEAT—No. 2Spring .... .© No.2Red......*. © CORN-No. 2.. © OATS—No. 2. © PORK-Mess (new). 12 60 © KANSAS CITY. CATTLE—Shipping Steers ... 3 50 © HOGS—All Grades. 4 70 © WHEAT— Na 2 Red. 50 © OATS—No. 2. 35 © CORN—No 2. 36 © NEW ORLEANS. FLOUR-High Grade. 2 80 © CORN-No. 2. © OATS—Western.. 47)4© HAY—Choiee. 15 50 © PORK—New Mess. @ BACON—Sides. © COTTON—Middling. «X© LOUISVILLE WHEAT-No. 2 Red. 56)4© CORN—No. 2 Mixed. 42)4© OATS—No. 2 Mixed.. 47)4© PORK—New Mess. 12 75 © BACON1—Clear Rib. 8 © COTTON—Middling. © 1894 4 85 7X 3 35 61X 45)4 53 14 90 7H 4 *0 3 85 5 00 2 75 2 95 2 65 55X 40\ 43)4 50 11 00 16 00 12 50 14 7«4 13 12)4 7)4 6V4 4 90 5 05 3 75 2 90 360 57 X 57X 41H 44 12 62H 4 65 4 95 51 36 36)4 3 20 43 48 16 00. 13 50 7* 7 57)4 43)4 48)4 13 12)4 SH 7*»

A max loved a woman, but she laughed at. rim. Then, through grief, he became ill, ind was like to die, in very despair of her ove. Whereat pity touched her neart, and >ity grew to love. When he came to know his, nating now the love he had so yearned :o possess, he rejoiced greatly, and arose:rom his bed. And straightway he began, o love another woman. “Dost seek the beautiful, sweet maid, Amid these pastoral scenes Of flowers in richest verdure framed?" She answered, shortly. “Greens." —Detroit Tribune. He—“Her heart is as hard as glass, t ?au't make anv impressiou on it.’* She— •Have you tried a diamond}”—Kate Field’sVVashington. ' It never cools a man off when the street sprinkler throws water on him.—Atchison ilobe. A Book of Books for 3 Stamps, A copv of the “Illustrated Catalogue of the “'Four-Track' * Series, New York Central Books and Etchings, the only book of its kind ever published, will be scut free,, postpaid, on receipt of two two-cent stamps, by George H. Daniels, General Passenger Agent, Grand Central Station, New York. Evex without asinglestroke of her racket, the tennis girl makes a hit.—Philadelphia., rimes. Beautt marred by a bad complexion may be restored by Glenn's Sulphur Soap. *i Hill’s Hair'and Whisker Dye, 50 cents. They live most who love most.—Ram’* Horn. Long Savannah, Jama Co_ Trim. Or. R, V. Pierce, Buffalo, N. Y.: Dear Sir—I think your “Favorite Prescript

w Mas. Spriggs.

uod toe preservation of my v me. i wt the doctor’s care for three months with womb diseaso and a gradual wasting all the time. 1 was ao weak that I could not be raised la bed when I com* menced taking tbo “Prescription.** and by the times I had taken thre» bottles I was uj* and going whatever I pfeafifed, and have had good health and been

very strong ever since, mat was rour yew ago. I have recommended it to a good many of my friends, and they bavo taken it and acfr' highly pleased. 4 Yours truly, 6. A. BPRlflGGL PIERCE CORE OR HOMEY RETURNED.

ft They Look Spick And SpanNew n.

< n v>rmnr * mr* • * Clothes U Men Washed With

GLA1RETTE SOAP MADE Bt SOLD EVERYWHERE THE MKFAIRBAHK CQMPAHY. SrXoms. THE POT INSULTED THE KETTLE BECAUSE. THE COOK HAD NOT USED SAPOLIO GOOD COOKING DEMANDS CLEANLINESS. SAPOLIO SHOULD 8E used in every KITCHEN- , . . i t H

The Genuine De Long Pat. Hook and Eve has on the face and back of every card the words: ,

hump? Richardson ' & Pe Long Bros., Philadelphia. a

PISO’S CUR E FOR »CON SUMPTION, 1 A. N. K.» B. 1507. Turn WRITING TO AB. JUtrnCSS PIIUK Itato that you uw the Adfortueamt la tU» MP»