Pike County Democrat, Volume 29, Number 45, Petersburg, Pike County, 17 March 1899 — Page 2

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BITTERNESS W LIFE. Dr. Talmage Draws tween Selfishness a Contrast Bell Kindness. Ihoali Hake the Wor‘4 a Pleaiamt Won PtMC-Seatterere at Arm Ltkeaed Kf ittlla the Hu [Washington, March IS g opyright. 109.1 The contrast betwee a life of selfishness and a life of k'/idneas is set forth by Dr. Talmage jfrhile discoursing -upon the baleful jaracter of a conqueror of olden ti ie; text. Itevelation viii, IQ. 11: “Tljtejre fell a great star from heaven, bur; ing as it were a lamp, and it fell upo the third part of the rivers and upo >^he fountains of water, and the nan of the star is called VVormwood.” | Patrick and Lowtb, Thoniae Scott. Matthew Henry. Allx t Barnes and some other comment; :ors say that the star Wormwood o my text was a type of Attila. king off the Huns. He was so called because fie was brilliant as a star, and, like wx mwood. he embittered everything t touched. We haw studied the Sta of Bethlehem and the Morning Sta ; of Revelation and the Star of Peace but my subject calls us to gaze at the tar Wormwood, and my theme might he called “Brilliant ijjtterness.” A morp extraordinary character history docs not furnisl than this man Attila. the king of jfhe Huns. The story goes that one jlay. a wounded heifer oame limping a ing through the fields, and a herdsm an followed its bloody tracks on ttf grass to see where the heifer wj.| wounded, and went on back farther land farther until he came to a sw ;rd fast in the earth, the point dow-ward, ns though it had dropped from he heavens* and against the edges o this sword the heifer had been cut The herdsman pulled up that swoijl and presented it to Attila. Attala said that sword must have dropped r jom the heavens from the grasp of t-'e god Mars, and its being given to hi; h meant that Attila should conquer and • govern the whole earth. Other flighty men have been /delighted at bflng called liberators, or the Merciifil; or the Good. but Attila called bins self and demanded that others call :flim “the Scourge of God”

iue neaa oi fuu.ii u troops, mounted an Cappadocian jiprses, he swept everything from the Adriatic to the Black sea. He put jfiis iron heel on Macedonia and Greecj and Thrace. He made Milan and II ivia and Padua and Verona beg for mercy, which he bestowed not. The yzantine castles, to meet his ruinom levy, put up at auction massive silve tables and vases of solid gold. Whet a city was captured by him, the i habitants were brought out and put nto three classes. The first class, thoi • who could bear arms, must immedi; !;ely enlist under Atliila or be butch *ed; the second class, the beautiful v omen, were made captives to* the Hun; the third class, the aged men and w< men, were robbed of everything and 1st go back to the city to pay a heavy t x. It was a commoi saying that the grass never gr^w where the hoof of A'ttila’s horse had rod. His armies reddened the water: of the Seine and the Moselle and tin Khine with carnage and fought c i the Catalonian plains the fiercest oattles since the world stood—300.001 | dead left on the field. On and on ur il all those who could not oppose h n wi^h arms Jay prostrate on their faces in prayer, then a cloud of duf: was seen in the distance, and a bis,;.op the aid of God.’ “I is the aid of God.” cried: “It is ejhd all the people took up the cry t, _ As the cloud of dus was blown aside the'' banners of re nforcing armies marched, in to he > against Attila. ‘the Scourge of G< The most unimportant occjnyrei; *e® he used as a supernatural resou ce. After three months of failure tf) capture the city of Aquileia, when 1 s army had given up the siege, the flight of a stork and her young from the tower of the city wias taken by him was to capture the as a sign that he ity, and his army, inspired with the; same occurrence, resumed the siege nd took the walls at a point from which the stork had emerged. „ If Slain on the evei ng of his marriage by|his bride, Ildi o, who was hired for the assussinati,-n, his followers bewailed him not w th tears, but with blood, cutting the iselves with knives and lances. He .’as put into three coffins, the first o: iron, the second of. sliver and the thi 3 of gold. He was buried by night, ind into his grave were poured the ihost valuable coins and precious stont s, amounting to the wealth of a king om. The gravediggers and all those who assisted at the burial were mass icred, so that it would never be k: own where so much wealth was entoi The Homan e: world, but Attili man empire. He himself a scourg bed. pire conquered the conquered the Eovas right in calling but instead of behe was the ing “the Scourge of God’ scourge of hell. Because of hia brilliancy and bitterness the comment itors might well have supposed him to 1 j the star Wormwood of the text. As he regions he devastated were parti most opulent with fountains and st earns and rivere, you see how graphic ; my text is: “There fell a great star from heaven, burning as it were a lam >, and it fell upon the third part of th rivers and upon the fountains of wa ;rs. and the name of the star is called Wormwood.” thought how many there are all about morbid, acrid, saturnine? The Euro] ?an plant from which wormwood is cs racted, Artemisia absinthium, is a perennial plant, and all is ready to exude its Have you eve embittered lives us, miSa-xhropic the year round oil, and in man;, human lives there is

a perennial distillation of acrid experiences. Yea. there are some whose whole work is to shed a baleful influence on others. There are Attilas of the home, Attilas of the social circle, Attilas of the church, Attilas of the state, and one-lhird of the waters of all the world, if not two-thirds the waters, are poisoned b.v the falling of the star Wormwood. It la not uncomplimentary to human nature that most men. as soon as they get great power, become overbearing. The more power ' men have the better, if their power be used for good. The leas power men have the better, if they use it for evil. Birds circle round And round and round before they swoop upon that which they are aiming for- And if my discourse so far has been swinging round and round, this moment it drops straight on your heart and asks the question: Is your life a benediction to others or an imbitterment, a blessing or a curse, a balsam or a wormwood? Some of you, I- knoiv, are morniug stars, and you are making the dawning life o< your children bright with gTacious influences, and you are beaming upon all the opening enterprises of philapthropic and Christian endeavor. and you are heralds of that day of gospelization which will yet flood all the mountains and valleys of our sin accursed earth. Hail; morning star! Keep on shining with encouragement and Christian hope! Some of you are evening stars, and you are cheering the last days of old people, and, though a cloud sometimes comes over you through the querulousness or unreasonableness of your aged father and mother, it is only ior a moment. and the star soon comes out clear again and is seeij» from all the balconies of the neighborhood. The old people will forgive your occasional shortcomings, for they themselves several times lost their patience with you when you were young, and perhaps whipped you when you did not deserve it.. Hail, evening star! Hang on the darkening skv your diamond coronet.

But are any of you the star Wormwood? Do you scold and growl from :the thrones paternal or maternal? Are your children everlastingly pecked at? Are you always crying “Hush!’* to the merry voices and swift feet and to the laughter which occasionally trickles through at wrong times and is suppressed by them until they can held it no longer, and all the barriers burst into unlimited guffaw and cachinnatien. as in this weather the water has trickled through a slight opening in -the mildam, but, afterward makes wider and wider breach until it carries all before it with irresistible freshet? Do not be too much offended at the noise your children now make. It will be still enough when one of them is dead. Then you would give your right hand to hear one shout from the silent voice or one step from the still foot. You will not any of you have to waif very long before your house is sUUnr than you want u. Alas, that there/ are so many homes not kuown to the, Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children, where children are whacked and cuffed and ear pulled, and senselessly called to order, and answered sharply, and suppressed, until it is a wonder that under such processes they do not all turn out Nana Sahibs! What is your influence upon the neighborhood, the town orthe city of your residence? I will suppose that you are a star of wit. What kind of rays do you shoot forth? Do.you use that splendid faculty to irradiate the world or to rankle it? I bless all the apostolic college of humorists. The man that makes me laugh is my benefactor. I do not thank anybody to make me cry. I can do that without assistance. We all cry enough and have enough to cry about. God bless all skillful punsters, all reparteeist-s, all propounders of ingenious conundrums, all those who mirthfully surprise us with unusual juxtaposition of words. Thomas Hood and Charles Dickens and Sydney Smith had a divine mission, and so have their successors in these times. They stir into the acid beverage of life, the saccharine. They make the cup of earthly existence, which is sometimes stale, effervesce and bubble. Theyf placate animosities. They foster longevity. They slay follies and absurdities which all the sermons of all the pulpits cannot t each. But what use are you making of your wit? Is it- besmirched with profanity and uncleanness? Do you employ it in amusement at physical defects for which the victims are not responsible? Are your powers of mimicry used to put religion in contempt ? Is it a bunch of nettlesome invective? Is it a bolt of unjust scorn ? Is it fun at others’ misfortune? Is it glee at their disappointment and defeat? Is it bitterness put drop by^drop into a cup? Is it like the squeezing of Artemisia absinthium into a draft already distastefully pungent ? Then you are the star Worm»wood. Yours is the fun of a rattlesnake trying how well it can sting. But I will change this and suppose you are a star of worldly prosperity. Then you have a large opportunity. You can encourage that artist by buying his picture. You can improve the fields., the stables, the highway, by introducing higher style of fowl and horse and cow and sheep. You can, bless the world with pomological achievement in the orchard. You can advance arboriculture and arrest the deathful destruction of the American forests. You can put a piece of sculpture into the niche of that public academy, you can endow a college, you can stocking 1,000 bare feet from the winter frost, you can build a church, you can put a missionary of Christ on that foreign shore, you can help to ransom a world. A rich man with his heart right—can you tell me how much good a James Lenox or a George Peabody or a Peter Cooper or a William E. Dodge did while living or is doing now that he is dead ? There is not a city, town or neighborhood that has not glorious specimens of consecrated wealth. 1, But suppose you grind the face of the

poor. Suppose, when a man’s wages ar% due, you make him wait for them toecause he cannot help himself. Suppose that, because his family is sick and he has had extra expenses, he should politely ask you to raise his wages, and you roughly tell him if he wants a better place to go and get it. Suppose, by your manner, you act as though he were nothing and you were everything. Suppose you are selfish and overbearing and arrogant. Your first name ought to be Attila and your last name Attila, because you are the star Wormwood. and you have imbittered onethird if not three-thirds of the waters that roll past your employes and operatives and dependents and associates, and the long line of carriages which the undertaker orders for your funeral„in order to make the occasion respectable, will be filled with twice as many dry, tearless eyes as there are persons occupying them. You will be in this world but a few minutes. As compared j with -eternity, the stay of the longest life on earth is not more than a min- . ute. What are we doing with that j minute? Are we imbittering the do- j mestic or social or political fountains, j or are we like Moses, who. when the j Israelites in the Wilderness complained ! that the waters of Lake Marah were j bitter and they could not drink them their leader cut off the branch of a certain tree and threw t£at branch into'the water, and it became sweet and slaked the thirst of the suffering host? Are vee with a branch of the tree of life sweetening all the brakish fountains that we can touch?

Dear Lord, send us al! out on this mission. Ail around us imbittered lives —imbittered by persecution, imbittered by hypercriticism, imbittered by poverty, imbittered by pain, imbittered by injustice, imbittered by sin. Why not go forth and sweeten ’'them by smiles, by inspiring words, by benefactions, by hearty counsel, by prayer, by gospelized behavior? Let us remember that if we are wormwood to others we are wormwood to ourselves.

and our life will be bitter and our eternity bitterer. The Gospel of Jesus Christ is the only sweetening power that insufficient. It sweetens the dis- . position; it sweetens the manners; it sweetens life; it sweetens mysterious i providences; it sweeteus affections,; i :t sweetens death;»it sweetens every- j r thing. I have heatt-d' people asked in social company: you could have three wishes gratinea, what would your j three wishes be?” If 1 could have three wishes met, I tell you what they I would be. First, more of the grace ; of pod; second, morel of the graiie of God; third, more of the grace of God. j In the doorway of my brother John, j once a missionarj'to Amoy.China, there was a tree called the emperor tree, the two characteristics of which are that it always grows higher than its surroundings. and its leaves take the form of a crown. If this emperor tree be j planted beside a rosebush, it grows a little higher than the bush and spreads j out above it a crown, if it be planted by the side of another tree,'It- grows a little higher than that tree; and spreads above it a crown. Would God that this religion of Christ, a more wonderful emperor tree, might overshadow all your lives! Are you lowly in ambi- j tiou or circurii stance, putting over you its crown? Are you high in talent and position, putting over you its crown? Oh. for more of the saccharin in our lives and less of the wormwood! What isi true of individuals is true of nations. God sets them up to revolve as e-tars, but they may fall wormwood, Tyre—the atmosphere of the desert, fragrant with spiees coming in caravans to her fairs; all seas cleft'into foam by the keels of her laden merchantmen; her markets rich with horses and camels from Togarmah: the bazar tilled with upholstery fronr Dedan, with- emerald! and .coral and agate from Syria, with mines from Helbon, with embroidered work from Ashur and Chilmadj Where now the gleam of her towons? Where the roar of her chariots? Where the masts of her ships? Let the fishermen who dry their nets where once she stood, let the sea that rushes upon the barrenness where once she challenged the admiration of all nations, let the barbarians who set thefr rude tents where once her palaces glittered, answer the questions. She was a star, but by her own ' sin turned to wormwood, and has fallen. * v Hundred gated Thebes, for all time to be the situdy of the antiquarian and hieroglyphist; her stupendous ruins spread over 27 miles; her sculptures presenting in figures of warrior and chariot the victories with which the now-forgotten kings of Egypt shook the nations; her obelisks and column®; Ivarnak and Luxor, the stupendous temples of her pride. Who can imagine the greatness of Thebes in those days, when the hippodrome rang with her sports and foreign royalty bowed at her shrines and her avenues roared with the wheels of processions iin the wake of returning conquerors? What dashed down the vision of chariots and temples and thrones-? What hands pulled upon the columns of her glory ? What ruthlessness defaced her sculptured wall and broke obelisks, and left her indescribable temples great skeletons of granite? What spirit of destruction spread the lair of wild beasts in her royal sepulchers and taught the miserable cottagers of to-day to builH huts; in the courts of her temples and sent desolation and ruin skulking behind the obelisks and dodging among the sarcophagi, and leaning against the columns, and stooping under the arches, and weeping in the waters which go mournfully by, as though they were carrying the tears of all ages? Let the mummies break their long silence and come up to shiver in the desolation and-^int to fallen gates and shattered statues and defaced sculpture, responding: “Thebes built not one temple to G04. Thebes hated righteousness and loved sin. Thebes was a star, but she turned to wormwood and has fallen.**

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