Pike County Democrat, Volume 31, Number 20, Petersburg, Pike County, 21 September 1900 — Page 2

ARE SWIFT AND SURE God’s Judgments Are Like Shari Razors, Says Dr. Talmage.

Xatloai •( the World Arc Bltker Pooliked or Reworded—All CalamiIlea Are Directed by Divine Wildcat. [Copyright, 1100, by Louis Klopsch.] Washington, Sept. 16. Dr. Talmage. in his journey westward through Europe, has recently visited scenes of thrilling historic events. He sends this5 sermon, in which he shows that nations are judged in this world and that God rewards them for their virtues and punishes them for their erlmes. The text is Isaiah 7, 20: “In the same day shall the Lord shave with a razor that is hired,-name-ly, by them beyond the river, by the king k.! Assj*ria.” The Bible is the boldest book ever written. There are no similitudes in Ossian or the Iliad or the Odyssey so daring. Its imagery sometimes seems on the verge of reckless, but only •eems so. The fact is that God would startle and arouse and propel men and nations. A tame and limping similitude would fail to accomplish the object. While there are times when He employs in the Bible the gentle dew and the morniqg cloud and the dove and the daybreak in the presentation of truth, we often find the iron chariot, the lightning, the earthquake, the spray, the sword and, in my text, the razor. This keen-bladed instrument has advanced in usefulness with the ages. In Bible times and lands the beard remained uncut save in the seasons of mourning and humiliation, but the razor was always asuggestive symbol. David said of Doeg, his antagonist: “Thy tongue is a sharp razor working deceitfully”—that is, it pretends to clear the face, but is really used for deadly incision,, In this striking text this weapon of the toilet appears under the following circumstances: Judea needed to have some of its prosperities cut off. and God sendsagainst it three Assyrian kings—first Sennacherib, then Esarhaddon and afterward Nebuchadnezzar. These three sharp invasions that cut down the glory of Judea are compared to so many sweeps of the razor across the face of the land. And these devastations were called a hired razor because God took the kings of Assyria, with whom He had no sympathy, to do the work, and paid them in palaces and spoils and annexations. These kings were hired to execute the Divine behests. And now the text, which on its first reading may have seemed trivial or inapt, is charged with momentous import: “In the same day shall the Lord shave with a razor that is hired-, namely^by them beyond the river, by kings of Assyria.” Well, if God’s judgments are razors, we had better be careful how we use them on other people. In careful sheath these domestic weapons are put away where no one by accident may touch them and where the:- hands of children may not reach thehi. Such instruments must be .carefully handled or not handled at all.® But how recklessly some people wield the judgment of God! If a man meets with business misfortune, how many there are ready to cry out: “ThaT is a judgment

ui uuu upon mm Decause ne was unscrupulous or arrogant or overreaching or miserly. I thought be would get cut down What a clean sweep of everything! His city house and country house gone. His stables emptied 0^ all the fine bays and sorrels and gTays that used to prance by his door. All his resources overthrown and all that he prided himself on tumbled into demolition. Good for him!” Stop, my brother. Don’t sling around too freely the judgments of God, for 4hey are razors. Some of the most wicked business men succeed, and they live and die in prosperity, and some of the most honest and conscientious are driven into bankruptcy. Perhaps the unsuccessful man’s manner was unfortunate, and he was not really as proud as he looked ;to be. Some of those who carry their heads erect and look imperial are humble as a child, while many a man in seedy coat and slouch hat and unblacked shoes is as proud as Lucifer. You cannot tell by a man’s look. Perhaps he was not unscrupulous in business, for there are two sides to every story, and everybody that accomplishes anything for himself or others gets industriously lied about. Perhaps his business misfortune was not a punishment, but the fatherly discipline to prepare him for Heaven, and God may love him far more than He loves you, who can pay dollar for dollar and are put down in the commercial catalogues as Al. Whom the Lord loveth He gives $400,000 and lets die on embroidered pillows? No; whom the Lord loveth He chasteneth. Better keep your hand oft the Lord’s razors, lest they cut and wound people that do not deserve it. If you want to shave off some of the bristling pride of your own heart, do so, but be very careful how you put the sharp edge on others. How I do dislike the behavior of those persons who when people are unfortunate say: “I told you sogetting punished—served him right!*1 If those I-told-you-so’s got their desert they would long ago have been pitched over the battlements. The mote in their neighbor’s eyes, so small that it takes a microscope to find it, gives them more trouble than the beam which obscures their own optics. With air sometimes supercilious and sometimes pharasaicai and always blasphemous they take the razor of Divine judgment and sharpen it on the hone of their own hard hearts and then go to work on men sprawled out at full length under disaster, cutting mercilessly. They be

gin by soft expressions of sympathy snd pity and half praise and lather the victim all over before they pnt on the sharp edge.

I Let us t>e careful how we shoot at others lest we take down the wrong one, remembering the servant of King William Kufus, woo shot at a deer, but the arrow glanced against a tree and killed the king. Instead of going out with shafts to pierce and razors to eut we had better imitate the friend of Bichard Coeur de Lion. Richard, in the war of the Crusades, was captured and imprisoned, but none of l^s friends knew where, so his loyal friend went around the land from stronghold to stronghold and sang at each window a snatch of song that Richard Coeur de Lion had taught him in other days. And one day, coming before a jail where he suspected his king might be incarcerated, he sang two lines of song, and immediately King Richard responded from his cell w.th the other two lines, and so his whereabouts were discovered, and a successful movement was at once made for his liberation. So let us go up and down the world' with the music of kind words and sympathetic hearts, serenading the unfortunate and trying to get out of trouble men who had noble natures, but by unforeseen circumstances have been incarcerated, thus liberating kings. More hymn book and less razor. Especially ought we to be apologetic and merciful toward those who, while they have great faults, have also great ^irtues. No weeds verily, but no Sorters. I must not be too much enraged at a nettle along the fence if it be in a field containing 40 acres of ripe Michigan wheat. Some time ago naturalists told us there was on the sun a spot 20.COO miles long, but from the brightness and warmth I concluded it was a good deal of a sun still. The sun can afford to have a very large spot upon it, though it be 20,000 miles long, and I am very apologetic for those men who have great faults, while at the same time they have magnificent virtues. ✓ Again, when I read in my text that the Lord shaves with the hired razor of Assyria the land of Judea. I think myself of the precision of God’s providence. A razor swung the tenth part of an inch out of the right line means either failure or laceration, but God’s dealings never slip, and they do not miss by the thousandth part of an inch the right direction. People talk as though things in this world were at loose ends. Cholera sweeps across Marseilles and Madrid and Palermo, ahd we watch anxiously. Will the epidemic sweep Europe and America? People say: “That will entirely depend on whether the inoculation is a successful experiment; that will depend entirely on quarantine regulations; that will depend on the early or late appearance of frost. That epidemic is pitchedfcinto the world, and it goes blundering across the continents, and it is all guesswork and an appalling perhaps.” I think, perhaps, that God had .something to do with it, and that His mercy may have

m some way protected us; that He may have done as much for us as the quarantine and the health officers. It was right and a necessity that all caution should be used, but there have come enough macaroni from Italy, and enough grapes from the south of France, and enough rags from tatterdemalions, and hidden in these articles of transportation enough choleraic germs to have left by this time all' the cities mourning in the cemeteries. I thank all the doctors and quarantines, but more than all, and first of all, and last of all, and all the time, I thank God. In all the 6,000 years of the world’s existence there has not one thing merely “happened so.” God is not an anarchist, but a king, a father. When little Tad, the son of President Lincoln, died, all America sympathized with the sorrow in the white house. He used to rush into the room where the cabinet was in session and while the most eminent men of the land were discussing the questions of national existence. But the child had no care about those questions. Now, God the Father and God the Son and God the Holy Ghost are in perpetual session in regard to this world and kindred worlds. , Shall you. His child, rush ifi to criticise or arraign or condemn the Divine government? No; the cabinet of the Eternal Three can govern and will govern in the wisest and best way, and there never will be a mistake, and, like razor skillfully swung, shall cut that which ought to be cut and avoid that which ought to be avoided. Precision to the very hairbreadth. Earthly timepieces may get out of order and strike wrong, saying it is one o’clock when it is two, or two when it is three. God’s dock is always right, and when it is one it strikes one, and when it is 12 it strikes 12, and the second hand is as accurate as the minute hand. Further, my text tells us that God sometimes shaves nations. “In the same day shall the Lord shave with a razor that is hired.” With one sharp sweep He went across Judea, and down went its pride and its power. In 1861 God shaved the American nation. We had allowed to grow Sabbath desecration and oppression and , blasphemy and fraud and ir •mrity* and all sorts of turpitude. The south had its sins, and the north its sins, and the east its sins, and the west its sins. We had been warned again and again, and we did not heed. At length the sword of war cut from the St. Lawrence to the gulf and from Atlantic seabord to Pacific seabc^rd.1 The pride of the land, not the cowards, but, the heroes, on both sides went down. And that which we took for the sword of war was the Lord’s razor. In 1862 again it went across the land; in 1863 again; in 1864 again.

Then the sharp instrument was incased and put away.

Airvcr in me msiory ci me ages was any land more thoroughly shaved than during those four years of civil combat, and, my brethren, if we do not quit some of our individual and nattonal sins the Lord will again take uTHn hand. He has other razors w!tnin reach besides war — epidemics, droughts, deluges, plagues — grass- j hopper and locust—or our overtower- j ing success may so far excite the jeal- j ousy of other lands that under some 1 pretext the great nations may com- i bine to put us down. Our nation, so < easily approached on north and south ! and from both oceans, might have on ' hand at once more hostilities than • were ever arrayed against any one j gower. I hope no such combination 'against us will ever be formed, but I want to show that, as Assyria was the ! hired razor against Babylon, and the Huns the hired razor against the Goths, there are now many razors that the Lord could hire if, because of our national sins. He should undertake to shave us. In 1870 Germany was the razor with which the Lord shaved France. Japan was the razor with which He shaved China, and America the razor with which He shaved arrogant, oppressive and Biblehating Spain. But nations are to repent in a day. May a speedy and worldwide coming to God hinder on both sides the sea all national calamity. But do not let us as a nation either by unrighteous law at Washington or bad lives among ourselves defy the Almightj*. One would think that our national symbol of the eagle might sometimes j suggest another eagle—that which ancient Rome carried. In the talons of that eagle were clutched at pne time Britain, France, Spain, Italy, Dalmatia, Rhaetia, Noricum. Pannonia, Moesia, Dacia, Thrace. Macedonia, Greece, Asia Minor, Syria. Phoenicia, Palestine, Egypt and all northern Africa and all ^the islands of the Mediterranean—indeed, all the world that was worth having, a hundred and twenty millions of people under the wings of that one eagle. Where is she now? Ask Gibbon, the historian, in his prose poem, “The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire.” Ask her gigantic ! ruins, bemoaning their sadness through the ages, the screech owl at windows out of which worldwide con- ! querors looked. Ask the day of judgment, when her crowned debauchees, 1 Commodus and Pertinax and Caligula and Diocletian, shall answer for their infamy. Aa men and as nations let us repent and have our trust in a pardoning God rather than depend on former successes for immunity! Out ; of 13 of the greatest battles of the world Napoleon had lost but one before Waterloo. Pride and destruction often ride in the same saddle. But notice once more, and more than all, in my text, that God is so kind and loving that when it is necessary for •

Him to cut He Has to go to outers.tor the sharp-edged weapon. “In the same day shall the Lord shave with a razor that is hired.” God is love. God is pity. God is help. God is shelter.' God is rescue. Thdre are no sharp edges about Him. no thrusting points, no instruments of laceration. If you want balm for wounds, He has that. If you want Divine salve for eyesight. He has that. But if there is sharp and cutting work to do. which requires a razor, that He hires. God has nothing about Him that hurts, save when dire necessity demands, and then He has to go clear off to some one else to get the instrument. King Henry II. of England crowned his son as king and on the day of coronation put on a servant’s garb and waited, he, the king, at the son’s table, tc the astonishment of all the princes. But we know of a- more wondrous scene—the King of Heaven and earth offering to put on you, His child, the crown of life and in the form of a serv- i ant waiting on you awith blessing. Extol that love, all painting, all sculpture, all music, all architecture, all worship! In Dresdenian gallery let Baphael hold Him up as a child, and in Antwerp cathedral let Rubens hand Him down from the cross as a martyr, and Handel make all his oratorios vibrate around that one chord: “He was wounded for our transgressions, bruised for our iniquities.” But not until all the redeemed get home, and from the countenances in all the galleries of the ransomed shall be revealed the wonders of redemption, shall either man or seraph or arth I angel know the height and depth and length and breadth of the love of God.. At our national capital a monument • in honor of him who did more than anyone to achieve our American independence was for scores of years in building, and most of us were discouraged and said it never would be completed. And how glad we all were when in the presence of the highest officials of the nation the work was done! But will the monument to Him who died for the eternal liberation of the human race ever be completed ? For ages the work has been going up. Evangelists and apostles and martyrs have been adding to the heavenly pile, and eveTy one of the millions of redeemed going up from earth has made to it contribution of gladness, and weight of glory is swung to the top of other weight of glory, higher and higher as the centuries go by, higher and higher as the whole millenniums roll, sapphire on the top of jasper, sardonyx on the top of chalcedony and - chrysoprasus above \opaz, until far beneath shall be the walls and towers and domes of j our earthly capitol, a monument forever and forever rising and yet never done, “Unto Him who hath loved us and washes us from our sins in His blood and made us kings and priest5 forever.” Alleluia, amen. The quality of the life of everyone is the same as the quality of hi* lore —Swedenborg.

CLARENCE’S CHANCE.

Clarence » *11 right m md« ways, bat he’s got the political germ. Hiatt what’s the matter with Clarence. The last time he was in the hospital they mart have inoculated him with the Demosthenes Tiros. Now he thinks he’s the original font of eloquence atfd he’s shaping op for the campaign. He’s got the orations of Patrick Henry bound in morocco and the eloquence of William J. Bryan bound ut calf, and the poems of Edward Atkinson bound in yellow dog. The Topfloor Debating dub gave him the chance of his life the other day. He’d been spouting around there till most of us were threatened with this fancy new ear disease and we appointed a committee to devise ways and means of shoving a spike in Clarence’s cogs.. It was dill that put up the game. Bill goes down to Fourteenth street every now and then and pulls a salary out for looking pleasant. Right next to the office where he’d work if his father wasn’t head of the firm, so that he gets the same salary without the trouble, there’s a sort of one-act assembly room. All kinds of societies that have got the price to pay in advanee go down there and reform things. Last week there was s scrap for the room between the Society for the Suppression of Insect Life; in Our Midst and the United Greek Peddlers’ Pive-Dollsr-e-Week Police Benefit organisation. That’s just to show you what kind of belfry bats flit around that locality. When the Insects and the Greeks got through with each other the assembly room wss suffering with abrasions and savers internal injuries. The agent for the jeint turned them all out and let his place far three days to the Society of Silent Thought. BiU Piatt took s look in at their first meeting and came out with a smile on his face like a long drink on a hot day. Hs saw that outfit was just made to order for Clarence. Ton might think that Bill would put the rest of us on at the start- That isn’t Bill. Bill has .an anise-seed bag smothered to death when it eomes to foxinesa. This was hit game, and he did the Silent Thought act as if he wss s member of the gang. All wr had to know wss tk&t Clarence had beak invited to deliver an address before the Ss» eiety of Silent Thought and that three or four of us were to go along to see that hs get s fair shake from the referee and nobody rubbed oil of mustard on his legs. There wasn’t much time for preparation, but that didn’t change the odds on Clarence. We all knew that he had his winter’s supply of oratory stored away from wind and rain. Knew it? Why we hadn’t had a chance to forget it for ten weeks! “I’ll give ’em .‘The Influence of Monetary Fluctuations on the Rights of the Common People,”' said Clarence. Maybe he didn’t have the hot debate with the club looking glass that evening. The rest of ns stood around and gave him an occasional hand on his good work, but it was a wild night upon the sea pilot. Clarence is ons of those windmill orators. When he gets fairly buzzing the air is fuller of arms and legs than a trussmuker’s show window. He took two hours to that rehearsal, and when we dragged him off for fear of laryngitis the mercury was peeling off the back of the looking glass. The next night we boxed him up in a frock coat and escorted him to the Silent Thought meet

"Now, Clarence, my boy,” Mid Bill Pratt, “these people an a little on the freak, but they’re all right at that. Their stunt ie to sit very still and think very hard. That’s the way they absorb ideas. Don’t be discouraged if they don’t give you the glad hand. They’ll appreciate you, all right.” Then he led Clarence in and turned him loose on the Silent Thinkers. There wasn’t any silence doing around there for the next five minutes. Clarence opened up with a few of his megaphone whoops and then he began to do calisthenics. Say,, you never MW_anybody more pleased than that bunch of queer ones. They were just tickled pink. What seemed to suit them best of all was Clarence’s ground and lofty calisthenic gestures. He’d wave and waggle and twiddle his fingers, and pretty quick they began to get awake and respond. For a man that’s always been seasonably sure of getting homo before six a. m. that was a shaky experience. W» fellows on the outside began to wonder what Bill had run us up against. It looked, like a signal corps doing fancy practice without their official wigglere. It might have been half an hour, or it might have been an hour, and Clarence had begun to break into the rights of the people line when Bill Pratt Mid to the rest of us: “Here’s where we adjourn. I think the society’s had enough. Do an exit when I give the signal.” Then he broke loose in a yell that made' Clarence sound like a penny whistle and let loose a lot of those big torpedoes, and down the stairs,we all- went, yelling: “Fire!” “Murder!” and “Police!” Clarence passed us in the stretch, though we’d left him at the post. But it struck us all as very much on the twist that none of the society came slong. It didn’t seem like it was any occasion for silent thought. Anyway they stuck, and when he found that cut” Clarence had a powerful hunch to go back and have’ a relapse. We hollow-squared him and took him bad: to the Topfloor Debating club to talk it over. Theories were thick and plentiful about the Silent Thinkers, and the general opinion was that Bill and they had put it all up. Some way, though, the finish didn't fit with that idea. All the time we were discussing it and Clarence was get ting ftetty and humid around the collar, Bill did the wiae owl and never said a word. Finally Bob Binks Mid that unless Bill opened up and gave na a full diagram he was going back borne to have the place raided as a private annex to the House for Associated Maniacs. “That’s all right,” Mid Bill, comfortably. 'Don’t worry about their not being sane. When it comes to Mnity they’ve got Clarence in a padded cell.” “Didn’t you get ’em in the Eden MuseeP* sue of the fellows asked. “How, here, it’s this way,” Bill said. “Clarence has been having the seven-year itch to blow himself to some oratory and I promised I’d get him the chance. When I found out about the Society for Silent Thought I knew be couldn’t do ’em any harm, and it would be good practice for him.” “What do you mean about not doing them any barm?” said Clarence, doing a Roman candle spntter. “Why, they’re a dub of deaf mutea,” ■aid Bill. ' Afterward none of us could remember just what Clarence said, but it was oratory all right. Patrick Henry Would have thought be was a deaf mute himself if he’d gone up against that spiel. When Clarence went away with that proud and haughty look of bis we asked Bill what the Silent Thinkers thought they were in for anyway. “Oh, that’s all right,” said Bill. “I told ’em that my friend would give ’em a conus lecture in the sign language.” Clarence says he’s going to fetign from the club.-N. Y. Sun.

FELT HIS SUPERIORITY OafeiMcrti Himself Par Akeut mt MIm la Oac Rrapee. •« Least. “Thi* msa, your honor, was abusic,, erery policeman he came across,” testified , us ofn- ***■ before Justice Martin in prosect tinsg a hungry-looking individual who hat l>een Udten into custody the previous eteiiing. We tried to avoid placing him under inrest, put he continued hts abuse until it cos dd not be endured any longer.” * ^at PH worst thing he culled you? inquired the court. “He said, your honor,” was the cfiicer’s repiy, ‘that he was ao much superior to any officer he had ever seen that he wot Jd not notice them.” The justice ^looked at the hungry-i ppearing individual before him and aslL. „ uc had uttered this slander against the police officer, says the Chicago Chronicle. “Yes, your honor,” said the prisoner, ‘ and I repeat it. I never knew a police officer that was not a scoundrel, ana in t' iis one respect I am superior to all of them 1 can give them all cards and spadee when i comes to separating an individual from his n oney.” The court inflicted a fine of one dollar and costs against the prisoner. The Horseless Rtaktosn. “Oh,” she paid, “I hatksuch a enrible dream last night. It seemed'that I had sudi denly been deprived somehow of th< power to move. All my limbs were paralyz jo, and 11 lay right in the path of an automofc tic tbit i I could see coming toward me at a ?mble I rate of speed, with the lamps at ti e uidee ! biasing like the two eye# of some ^rrible j monster. Nearer and nearer it came, and I, 1 in fearful agony, tried to drag my«if out of the way, but was unable to mive. I tried to cry out, so that the man v he was running the automobile might either stop or turn aside and avoid running over me*, but I could not make a sound. On, on t came, as if imbued with life and in a fury oi frenxy. ; I had, just given op myself for lost vj’hcn—**' “Yes,” he interrupted, “then you v ok.e up. * But that isn’t the important part 01 it. By your experience we know that the homeless nightmare has arrured.”—Chicago Timesr Herald. % , A Liberal Authority. . you tkink chapirene it delightful? • , » He (a war correspondent)—Very 'rhere is no “press censorship” about her!—Puck. Where He la Foaled. Our notion of a credulous man it a man who thinks all the motions of a ;aseball Sitcher makes are necessary. — Detroit ournal. It is a good thing to be a man of one idea providing the idea ia big enoughr-ltam^

WERE KEN 07 FEW WORDS. Tk*y lUwcci Pretty Well. Rewevti^ <• Make TkemelrM D»4entM4 There is e little settlement of New Hampshire people in Kiowa county, Col. Among other things they brought urith them the New Hampshire aversion to using any more words in conversation than are absolutely necessary, says the Philadelphia RecorJ. Two of them met on the road recently and indulged in the following dialogue: “Mornin’, Si” “Mornin’, Josh.” v • “What’d yougive your horse for hots!” -ifflKT“Mornin’.” A few days later the men met again, and here’s the way a hard luck story was told in mighty few words: Mornin*, Si.” “Mornin*, Josh.” “What’d you say you gave your horse for bota?” “Turpentine.” “Killed mine.” “Mine, too ” “Mornin’.” “Mornin’.” - WANTED TO TELL HER. HJa Circuit Wua Disconnected, But Lsve’s Current Wau Soon Flouring Smoothly. “Millie!” The young lineman twirled his hat hi hit hands in an agitated manner and spoke in a voice that seemed to have a tendency to get away from him, says the Philadelphia Inquirer. , A “Millie, the fact ia, I—I—there’s something I ve been wanting to tefl you for a long tune, but I can’t seem to fetch it. When you look at me like that, you know, it breaks me all up. I ve been coming here so long that I oughtn’t t6 be afraid, I reckon, but—you know how it is—or maybe you don’t, either. I thought you’re a little the livest wire I ever—I didn’t think it would be so hard when I—” Here he came to a dead stop. ..' ^illje! ’ he exclaimed, in desperation, I m short circuited! I’ve burned out a fuse!” "'Jerry, are you trying to ask me to many you?” * “Y-es!” “Why, of course I will, you foolish boy!” And love s current flowed unobstructed]? again, lighting up *rith its pure radiance the rose-embowered pathway that, etc., etc. Daughter—“Papa went off in great good humor this morning.” Mother—“My goodness! That reminds me; I forgot to ask him for any money.”—Boston Traveler.

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