Pike County Democrat, Volume 29, Number 47, Petersburg, Pike County, 31 March 1899 — Page 2

"Peace Hath Her Victories *&(p less renowned than awar/* said Milton, and now, *n the Spring, is the time do get a peaceful victory [water the impurities which haste been accumulating in dhe blood during Winter s hearty eating. The banmer of peace is borne aloft by Hood*s Sarsaparilla. It brings rest and comfort to the ’’•eary body racked by pains of all sorts kinds. Its be uefieial effects prove it fto be the great specific to be relied upon liar victory. Hood'snecer dwappoitUa. ’' Salt Rheum-“My mother was serf'<aaMy afflicted with salt rheum and painful unntdnv sores. No medicine helped her ,|B“ Hood's Sarsaparilla was used, which ne her entirely well.” E*se E. MaplsSaroxr, 3j8 Dearborn Street, Chicago, m Tired Feeling-*1! had that tired, dull .dyspepsia, headaches and sinking 'Upetis, but Hood's Sarsaparilla made me a mew ■mm. I never was better than now.” iKmad Mack, Oskaioosa, Iowa. * tTa»d*» puts corg Itrer ills; the Ron-irriutin; raid twmlj —>>»ruc to take w ith HooU’t Sarsaparilla. Hard .Vlan to Get At. The manager is a hard man to see. Shut ~Bn his private office and with a well-trained Iboy in the ante-room, he is inaccessible to jaatpoae whom that boy dpes not know. You cannot even get your card sent to him* tfcbe boy always says he is not in. You will tgel the same answer at the box office. I .xeanember bearing an. old manager once say ~lfio his office boy: "My son, a you don't Hlaum to speak other people's lines you will aat succeed in this business. I have writ* tfhan a part for you. Whenever anyone you -j-m’t know says; ‘Is Mr. Brown m?’ that’s ysnr cue to answer: ‘No, sir/ I wish you Vb® be dead fetter-perfect in that line from ifchis time on/’—Scribner’s.

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LAST fl DUB dFCHBIST lessons of Comfort In the Scenes Fount by Dr. Talmage. Heavra’a HrlghtMt Cronu Shall Adora tk i Brom of Tkoae Wha Bear ! Jfe’a UaNeaa with Ckilatlaa Fortitude. (Washingtor March 28. Copyright, 1889.) From the pathetic scene of Christ’^ last hour of suffering Dr. Talmadge in this sermon draws lessons of comfort for people in trouble; text. John 19:30: : “When Jesus therefore had received the vinegar.” The brigands of Jerusalem had done their work. 11 was almost sundown, and Jesus was dying. Persons in crucifixion often lingered on from day to day, cry- . ing, begging, cursing, but Christ had been exhausted by years of maltreatment. Pillowless, poorly fed, flogged, as bent over and tied to a low post his bare back was inflamed with the scourges intcrsticed with pieces of lead, and bone, and now for whole hours the weight of his body hung on delicate tendons, and, according to custom, a violent stroke under the armpits had been giv^n by the executioner. Dizzy, nauseated, feverish, a world of agony is compressed in the two words: “I thirst!”' Oh, skies of Judea, let a drop of rain strike on His burning tongue! Oh. world, with rolling rivers and sparkling lakes and spraying fountains, give Jesus something to drink! If there be any pity ,in earth or Heaven or hell, let it now be demonstrated in behalf of this royal sufferer, i The wealthy women of Jerusalem used to have a fund of money with which they provided wine for those people who died in crucifixion—a powerful opiate to deaden the nain—but Christ would not take it. He wanted to

aie sooer. ana so he reiusea the wine. But afterward they go to a cup of vinegar and soak a sponge and put it on a | stick of hyssop and then press it against ; the hot lips of Christ. You say the wine i was an anaesthetic and intended to relieve or deaden the pain. But the vinegar was an insult. In some lives the saccharine seems to predominate. Life is sunshine on a bank of flowers. A thousand hands to clap approval. In December or in January, looking across their table, they - see all their family present. Health rubicund, skies flamboyant, days rej silient. But in a great many cases there are hot so many sugars as acids. The annoyances and the vexations, and the disappointments of life overpower the successes. There is a gravel in almost every shoe. An Arabian legend says that there was a worm in Solomon's staff gnawing its strength away, and there is a weak spot in every earthly support that a man leans on. King George of England forgot all the grandeurs of his throne because one day in an interview Beau Brummel called him by his first name hud addressed him as a servant, crying: “George, ring the bell!” Miss Langdon, honored all the world over for her poetic genius, is so worried oyer the evil reports1 set afloat regarding her that she is found dead with an empty bottle of prussic acid in her hand. Goldsmith said that his life was a wretched being, and that all that want and contempt could bring to it had been brought, and cries out: “What, then, is there formidable in a jail ?” Correggio's fine painting is hung up for a tavern sign. Hogarth cannot sell his best painting except through a raffle. Andrea del Sarto makes the . great fresco in the Church of the Annunciata at Florence and gets for pay a sack of corn, and there are annoyances and vexations in high places as well as in low places, showing that in a great many lives are the sours greater than the sweets. “When Jesus therefore had received the vinegar.” It is absurd to suppose that a man who has always been well can sympathize with those who are sick, or that one who has always been honored can appreciate the sorrow of those who are despised, or that one who has been born to a great fortune can understand the distress and the straits of those who are destitute. The fact that Christ Himself took the vinegar makes Him able to sympathize to-day and forever with'all those whose cup is filled with the sharp acids of this life. He took the vine

gar! In the first place, there was the sour* ness of betrayal. The treachery of Judas hurt Christ’s feelings more than all the friendship of His disciples did Him good. You have had many friends^ but there was one friend upon whom you put special stress. You feasted him. You loaned him money. You befriended him in the dark passes of life, when he especially needed a friend. Afterward, he turned upon you, and he took advantage of your former intimacies. He wrote against you. He talked against you. He microscopized your faults. He flung contempt at you, when you ought to have received nothing but gratitude. At first you could not sleep at night. Then you went about with a sense of having been stung. That difficulty will never be healed, for though mutual friends may arbitrate in the matter until you shall shake hands, the old cordiality will never come back, Now I commend to all such the sympathy of a betrayed Chrisi. Why, they sold Him for less than our $20! They all forsook Him and "fted. They cut Him to the quick. He drank that cup to the dregs. He took the vinegar. There is also the sourness of pain. There are some of yon who have not seen a well day for many years. By keeping out of drafts, and by carefully studying dietetics, you continue to this time, but, oh, the the headaches, and the side aches, and the backaches, and the heartaches which have been your accompaniment all the way through 1 You have struggled under ga heavy mortgage of physical disabilities, and instead of the ulaoiditr that once characterised

you, it is now only with great effort1 that you keep away from irritability and sharp retort. Diificultiesof respiration, of digestion, of locomotion, make up the great obstacle in your life, and yon tug and sweat along the pathway and wonder when the exhaustion will eud. My friends, the brightest crowns in HeaTen will not be given to those who. in stirrups, dashed to the cavalry charge, while the general applauded, and the sound of clashing sabers rang through the land, but the brightest crowns in Heaven, I believe, will be given to those who trudged on amid chronic ailments which unnerved their strength, yet all the time maintaining their faith in God. It is comparatively easy to fight in a regiment of a thousand men, charging up the parapets to the sound of martial music, but it i&not so easy to ondure when no one but the nurse and the doctor are the witnesses of the Christian fortitude. Besides that, you never had any pains worse than Christ’s. The sharpness that stung through His brain, through His hands, through His feet, through His heart, were as great as yours certainly. He was as sick and as weary. Jfot a nerve or muscle or ligament escaped. All the pangs of all the nations of all the ages compressed into one sour cup. He took the vinegar! There is also the sourness of poverty. Your income does not tneet your outgoings, and that always gives an honest man anxiety. There is no sign of destitution about you—pleasant appearance and a cheerful home for you—but God only knows what a time; you have had to manage your private finances. Just as the bills run up the wages'seem to run down. You may say* nothing, but life to you is a hard push, and when you sit down with your wife and talk over the expenses you both rise up discouraged. You abridge here, and you abridge there, and you get things snug for smooth sailing, and, lo, suddenly there is a large doctor’s bill to pay. or

uavtr lusi juur puuivfiuouiv* uiauiu-i* debtor has failed, and you are thrown abeam end. Well, brother, you are in glorious company. Christ owned rot the hQuse in which lie stopped cr the colt on which He rode or the boat in which He sailed. He lived in a borrowed house; He was buried in a borrowed grave. Exposed to all kinds of weather, yet He had only one suit of clothes. He breakfasted in the morning, and no one could possibly tell where He could get anything to eat before night. He would have been pronounced a financial failure. He had to perform a miracle to get money to pay a tax bill. Not a dollar did lie own. Privation of domesticity, privation of nutritious food, privation of a comfortable^ couch on which to sleep, privation of all worldly resources! The kings of the earth had chased chalices out of which to drink, blut Christ had nothing but a plain cup set before Him, and it was very sharp, and it was very sour. He took the vinegar. There were years that passed along before your family circle was invaded bj' death, but the moment the charmed circle was broken everything seemed to dissolve. Hardly have you put the black apparel in the wardrobe before you have again to take it out. Great and rapid changes in your family record. You got the house and rejoiced in it. but the charm was gone as soon as the crape hung on the doorbell. The one upon whom you most depended was taken away from you. A cold marble slab lies on your heart to-day. Once, as the children romped through the house, you put your hand over your aching head and said: “Oh, if I could only have it still!” Oh, it is too still now! You lost your patience when the tops and the strings and the shells were left amid floor, b\it, oh. you would be willing to have the trinkets scattered all over the floor again if they were scattered by the same hands. With what a ruthless plowshare bereavement rips up the heart! But Jesus knows all about that. You cannot tell Him anything new in regard to bereavement. He had only a few friends, and when He lost one it brought tears to His eyes. Lazarus had often entertained Him at his home. Now Lazarus is dead and buried, and Christ breaks down with emotion, the convulsion of grief shuddering through all the ages of bereavement. Christ knows what it is to go through the house missing a familiar intimate. Christ knows what it is to see an unoccupied place at the table. Were there not four of them—Mary and Martha

and Christ-and Lazarus? Four of them. But where is Lazarus^ Lonely and afflicted Christ, His gteat, loving eyes filled with tears! Oh, yes, yes! He knows all about loneliness and the heartbreak. He took the vinegar! Then there is the sourness of the death hour. Whatever else we may escape, that acid sponge will be pressed to our lips. I sometimes have a curiosity to know how I will behave when I come to die. Whether I will be calm or excited, whether I will be filled with reminiscence or with anticipation, I cannot say. But come to the point I must and you must. An officer from the future world will knock at the door of our hearts and serve on us the writ of ejectment, we will have to surrender. And we will wake up after these autumnal and wintry and vernal and summery glories have vanished from our vision. We will wake up into a realm which has only one season and that the season of eyerlasting love. But you say: “I don’t want to break out from my present associations. It is so chilly and so damp to go down the stairs of that vault, I don’t want anything drawn so tightly over my eyes. If there were only some way of breaking through the partition between worlds Without tearing this body all to shreds! I wonder if the surgeons and the doctors cannot compound a mixture by which this body and soul can all the time be kept together? Is there no escape from this separation?*’ None, absolutely none. A great many men tumble through the gates of the *.. -JV.I j ^ . as :

future, as it were, sad we do uot knwr where they hare gone, and they only add gloom and mystery to* the passatm, but Jesus Christ so mightily stonxed the gates of that future world that they hare never since been closely shirt, Christ knows what it is to leave tills world, of the beauty of which He tu more appreciative than we ever cot Id be. He knows the exquisiteness of the phosphorescence of the sea. He trad it. He knows the glories of the m rlnight heavens, for they were the spa ugied canopy of His wilderness pilloif. He knows about the lilies. He twist d them into His sermon. He knows abont^ the fowls of the air. They whim d . their way through His discourse, lie knows about the sorrows of leaving this beautiful world. S'ot a toper w s kindled in the darkness. He died physician less. He died in cold swe4utand dizziness and hemorrhage arl agonyl that have pat-Him in sympath jr with ail the dying. He goes throng.lt Christendom, and He gathers up th stings out of ail the death pillows, anti He puts them under His own neck and head. He gathers on His own tongue the burning thirsts of many generations. The sponge is soaked in the sorrow of all those who have died, i® their beds, as well as soaked in the sor« rows of all those who perished in icy Or fiery martyrdom. While Heaven was pitying, and earth was mocking, and hell was deriding. He took the vinegar. To all those to whom life has been an acerbity—a dose they could not swallow, u-draft that set their teeth on edge and a-rasping—I preach the omnipotent sympathy of Jesus Christ. 1 The sister of Hcrschel, the astrono- j rner, used to spend much of her time polishing the-tekscopes through which he brought the distant worlds nigh, and it is my ambition now this hour to clear the lens of your spiritual I vision, so that.rlooking through the dark night of your earthly troubles, you umy behold the glorious <;onstel-i

vi a oawuui a Mtcrtrj amt a ca* viour’s love.; Oh. my friends, do not try to carry all your ills alone. Do not put your poor shoulder under the j Apennines, when the Almighty Christ is ready to lift up all your burdens, j When you have a trouble of any kind you rush this way ai§I that way, and you wonder what this man will say about it, and you try this presc ription and that prescription and th» other prescription. Oh. why do you not go straight to the Heart of Christ, knowing that for our own sinning and suffering race He took the vinegar? There was a vessel that had been tossed of the seas for a great many weeks and been disabled, and t he supply of water gave out. and the crew8 were dying of thirst. After many days they saw a sail against the sky. They signaled it. When the vessel carat nearer the people on the suffering ship jried to the captain of the other vessel: “Send us some water. We are dying ‘or lack of water.” And the captain of the vessel that was hailed responded; “Dip your buckets where you are. You are in the mouth of the Amazon, a d there are scores of miles of fresh water all around about you and hundred § of feet deep.” And then they dropp 'd their buckets over the side of the v ssel and brought up the clear, bright, fresh water and put out the fire of thCir thirst. So I hail you to-day, after a. h>ng and perilous voyage, thirsting for comfort and thirsting for eternal lift*, and I ask you what is the use of going in that death-struck state while all ar*. und you is the deep, clear, wide, sparki ng flood of God's sympathetic mercy. Oh, dip your buckets and drink and live forever. “Whosoever will, let h in com© and take of the water of life fr rely.” Yet there are people whe* refuse this Divine ^sympathy, and they try lo fight their own battles, and drink 1 heir own vinegar, and carry their own burdens, and their life, instead of being a triumphal march from victory to victory, will be a hobbling on fre m defeat to defeat, until they make a final sure render to retributive disaster. Oh, I wish I- could to-day gatb r up in my arms all the woes of men and women, all their heartaches, all their disappointments, all their chagrins, a adjust take them right to the ft et of a sympathizing Jesus. He took the vinegar. Nana Sahib, after he had lost. Ids last battle in India, fell back nto tire jungles of Iheri—jungles so ft! 11 of malaria that, no mortal can* live there. le carried with him also a ruby of grt at luster and of great value. He died in those jungles. His body was never found,

and the ruby has never yet been recovered. And I fear that to-day there are some who will fall back from this subject into the siekening, killing jungles of their sin, carrying a g m of infinite value—a priceless soul—1<:> be lost forever. Oh, that that rub}; might flash in the eternal coronation! But, no! There are some, I fear, who turn away from this offered mercy and comfort and Divine sympathy, notwithstanding that Christ, for all who would accept'1 His grace, trudged the long way, and suffered the lacerating thongs, and received in His face the expectorations of the filthy mob, and for the guilty, and the discouraged, and the discomforted of the race, took the vinegar. May God Almighty break the infatuation and lead you out into the strong hope, and the good cheer, and the glorious sunshine of this triumphant Gospel! Carbine Walk Over Telephones, , People who have a grudge against telephone companies in general will be pleased to know that the women of New South Wales refused to be ground down by any soulless corporation. They determined to get the worth of ; the telephone rent, no matter how much time it took, sp they conversed over the wires by the hour until the central office people were driven to distraction. Things got to such a point that the post master-general in Sydney was appealed to, and he issued an order forbidding loquacious women from monopolizing a telephone tot more than ten minutes at a tbuu

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