Rensselaer Republican, Volume 22, Number 9, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 7 November 1889 — HE SAYS FAREWELL [ARTICLE]

HE SAYS FAREWELL

Tyndall accepts as sound Pasteur’s method of inoculation - for hydropho bi a. f Mbs. Garfield is a grandmother, her daughter Mollie, now Mrs. Stanley Brown, having a son a few weeks old. Mrs. Hetty Green of New York enjoys an income of $3,000 a day, and her total yearly expenses are said to be less than $2,000. Brush of the arc electric light owns a $1,000,000 house in Cleveland, O.’ He was a newspaper reporter on a salary ®f sls a week less than fifteen years ago. The king of Sweden has invited Prof. Max Mueller to be his guest at the royal palace at Stockholm during the forthcoming congress of orientalists. Prof. Mueller will represent Oxford. V The king of Netherlands brought himself to the brink- of the grave by insisting upon drinking a large tumblerful of iced champagne in which, a. number of wild strawberries were mashed. ' _ ■ Mrs. John Gehan, a stout woman of Mahanoy City, Pa., spanked Grocer Goodman with her shoe because she thought he had overcharged her boy for pot herbs. The court fined her six eents, in addition to the S3O costs. The fortune left by Prof. Richard A. Proctor was insufficient to support his family, and his widow has determined to sell his Florida home, together with his library and scientific apparatus. Prof. Proctor was too busy with science to make money. The birth of a son to ex-King Amadeus and Princess Letitia will give occupation to people- fond of tracing relationships. As the parents are uncle and niece the infant is grandnephew to his own father and first cousin to his own mother. The death of Simon Cameron, it is said, leaves James W. Bradbury of Maine, Alpheus Felch of Michigan, and Jefferson Davis of Mississippi as thei oldest ex-United States senators now living, all three of whom entered tfyp senate in December, 1847. Miss Helen Gladstone, daughter of the great English statesman . and president of Newnham College, Cambridge, contends that the full cultivation of woman’s intellectual powers has no tendency to prevent her from properly discharging domestic duties. Col. Jack Haverly, who once enjoyed the reputation of being the; Na poleon of the theatrical business, is now interesting himself in mining ventures. He registered at a St. Louis hotel a few days ago and looked like a eowboy in his broad-baimmed sombrero. Princess Martha Eugatitcheff of Russia and Count von Urban of Austria have been for several months riding on; the top wave of society favor in New York, and now the papers are beginning to throw out ugly insinuations concerning the legitimacy of their titles. ■ Sir Julian Paunceforte, the British Minister at Washington, is a noted bibliophile and never misses a rare volume if it can be purchased. Just now he is gathering books about American peculiarities. The shrewd official is probably fitting himself to avoid the fate of his predecessor. Edwin Booth has not given up smoking, as has been reported. He was observed recently at a small railway station on the Connecticut shore of Long Island sound dressed in gray and puffing a black, strong cigar with the air of an enthusiast. His face was pale, his eyes haggard, and he walked like an old man. One shoulder was at least two inches above the other. Those whosaw him. says the New York World, were astonished at his feeble appearance. The death of Laura Bridgman recalls my first interview with her some years ago, says the Boston correspondent of the Worchester Spy. She knew my brother, and when I was introduced to her she asked permission to get acquainted by touching my face. This I readily granted and her little hand went quickly and deftly over my face and head, even touching the shoulders to get an idea of my size. In an instant she said in deaf-mute signs: “Does nut look like her brother.’’ Amelie Rivhs-Ghanlek recently wrote to a friend in this country that she had decided to abandon literature for art. Amelie declared that the prizes of literature were not worth striving for. A book, she said, was certain to create discussion among a large number of people unfitted by education to comprehend the fine points of an authors work. A picture, on the other hand, attracted attention only from those competent to pass upon its merits. Upon these grounds Mrs. Chanler has determined to d«v pend upon her pallet for her itu«u« triumphs.

Talmage Embarks for a Trip to the Holy Land. He Addresses His Friends Through the Press in a Sermon of Unusual Interest—Troublous Storms on the Oreat Sea of Life. Rev. T. De Witt Talmage, on his embarkation on the steamer City of Paris, for the Holy Land, addressed his millions of friends through the press, taking for his text Acts XX, 38: , “And they accompanied him unto the ship.’’ His sermon is printed below at full length: To the more than twenty-five million people in many countries to whom my sermons come week by week, in English tongue and by translation, through the kindness of the newspaper press, 1 address these words. I dictate them to a stenographer on the eve of my departure for the Holy Land, Palestine. When you read this sermon I will be mid-Atlantic. - I go to be gone a few weeks on a religious journey. Igo because 1 want for myself and fearers and readers to see Bethlehem, end Naze re th,—and Jerusalem, and Calvary, and ail the other places connected with the Savior’s life and death, and so reinforce myself for' sermoms. I go also because I l am writing the “Life of Christ,” and can be more accurate and graphic when X have been an eye witness of the Sacred places. Pray for my successful journeying ana my safe return. I wish on the eve of departure to pronounce a loving benediction upon all my friends in high places and low, upon congregations to whom my sermons are read in absence of pastors, upon groups gathered out on prairies and in mining districts, upon all sick and invalid and aged ones who cannot attend churches, but to whom I have long administered through the printed, page. M.V next sermon will be addressed to you from Rome, Italy, for I feel like Paul when lie said : “So. as much as in me is, lam ready to preach the gospel,to you that are at Rome also.” The fact is that Paul was ever moving about on land or sea. He was an old sailor—not from occupation, but from frequency of travel. I think he could have taken a vessel across the Mediterranean as well as some of the shin captains. The sailors never scoffed aL him for being a “land lubber.” If Paul's advice hal been taken, the crew would never have gone ashore at Melita. When the vessel went scudding tinder bare poles Paul was the only self possessed man on board, and, turning to the excited, crew and despairing passengers he exclaims, in a voice that sounds above the thunder of the temnest and the wrath of the sea : "Be of good cheer.” The men who now go to sea with maps and charts<and modern compass, warned by buoy and lighthouse, know nothing of the perils of .ancient navigation.- Horace said ~ that the man who first ventured on the sea must have had a heart bound With oak and triple brass. People then ventured only from headland to headland and from island to island, and not long after spread their sail for a voy age across the sea. Before starting, the weather was watched, and, the ship having been hauled up on the shore, the mariners placed their shoulders against the stern of the ship and heaved it off, they at the last moment leaping into it. Vessels were then chiefly ships of burden—the transit of passengers being the exception; for the world was not then migratory as in our day, when the flrst desire of a man in one place seems to get into another place. The ship from which Jonah was thrown overboard, and that in which Paul was carried prisoner, went out chiefly with the idea of taking... a. cargo. As now, so then, vessels were accustomed to carry a flag. In those times it was inscribed with the name of a. heathen diety. A vessel bound for Syracuse had on it the inscription “Castor and Pollux. ■’ The ships were provided with anchors. Anchors were of two kinds; those that were dropped into the sea, and those that were throw up onto the rocks to ho.d the vessel fast. This last kind was what Paul alluded to when he said: “ which hope we have as an anchor of the soul', both sure and steadfast, and which entereth into that within the vail.” That was what the sailors call a “hook anchor.' 1 . The rocks and sandbars, shoals and headlands, not being mapped out, vessels carried a plumb line. They Would drop it and find the water fifty fathoms, and drop it again and find it forty fathoms, and drop it again and find it thirty fathoms, thus discovering their near approach to the shore. In’the spring, summer and autumn the Mediterranean sea was white with the wings of ships, but at the first wintry blast they hied themselves to the nearest harbor, although now the world's commerce prospers in January as well as in June, and in mid-winter, all over the wide and stormy deep, there float palaces of light, trampling the billows under foot, and showering the sparks of terrible furnaces on the wi>d wind; and the Christian passenger, tippetecTand shawled, sits under the shelter of the smokestack, looking off upon I the phosphorescent deep, on which is written, in scrolls of foam and fire: “Thy i way, O God, is in the sea, and thy path in the great waters!” ' It is in those days of early navigation I that I see a group of men, women and I children on the beach of the Mediterranean. Paul is about to leave the congregation to whom he had preached and they are come down to see him oil. It is a solemn thing to part. There are so many traps that wait for a man's feet. The solid ground ;nay | break through, and the sea -how many dark mysteries it hides in its bosom! A ; few counsels, a hasty good by, a last !oqk, and the ropes rattle, and the sails are hoisted, and the, planks are hauled in, and . Paul is gone. I expect to sail over some of : the same waters over which Paul sailed, I but before going 1 want to urge you all to embark for heaven. The church is the drydock where souls . are to be fitted out for heaven. In making a \ egscl for this voyage, the flrst need is sound timber. The floor timber ought to bo of sol d stuff. For the want of it, vessels that looked able to run their jibbooms into the eye of any tempest, when caught in a storm have been prushed like a wafer. The truths of GoTs Word are what I mean by floor timbers. Nothing but oa s, hewn in the forest of divine truth, are stanch enough for th s-eraft. You must have Love for a helm, to guide and turn the craft Neither Pride nor Ambition nor Avarice will do for a rudder.' ! I ove not only in the heart, but flashing in the c.ve and tingling in the hand—Love' married to V, ork, wfikh uianj- look upon as so homely a bride— ..ove, not like brooks, wht< h foam and ra’tlc, vet do nothing, but Love like a river that runs up the steps of mill wheels, atirt works in the liarness of factory band? - -Love that wit! not pass by on the other side, b it visits the man who fell among thieves ne+r Jericho, not merely saying, “Poor fellow! you are dreadfully hurt,’’ bul, like the good Samaritan, pours in oil and wine, and pavs his board at the tavern. There must also be a prow, arranged to cut and override the billow. That is Christian perseverance. There are three mountuih surges that . sometimes dash against a soul in a minute—the world, the ttesh and the devil; and that is a well built ' prow that can bound over them. For lack of th s, many have been put back and never started again. It is the broadside wave

that so often sweeps the deck and fills the hatches; but that which strikes in front is harmless. Meet troubles courageously and you surmount them. Stand on the prow, and as you wipe off the spray of the split surge, cry out with the apostle “None of these things move me.” Let all your fears stay aft. The right must conquer. Know that Moses, in an ark of bulrushes, can run down a war steamer! 7 ~. ■ Have a good strong anchor. “Which hope we have as an anchor.” By this strong cable and windlass, hold on to your anchor. “If any man sin, we have an advocate with the Father.” Do not use the anchor wrongfully. Do not always stay in the same latitude and longitude. You will never ride up the harbor of eternal rest if you all the way drag your anchor. But you must have sails. Vessels are n ot fit for the sea until they have the flying jib, the foresail, the topgallant, the skysail, the gaffsail and other canvas. Faith is our canvas. Hoist it, and the winds of heaven will drive you ahe id. Sails made out of any other canvas than faith will be slit to tatters by the first northeaster. Strong faith never lost a bittie. It Will crush foes, blast rocks, quench lightnings, thresh mountains. It. is a shield to the vvarrior, a crank to the most ponderous i wheel. a lever to pry up' pyramids, a drum whose beat gives strength to the step of the heavenly soldiery, and sails to waft ships’ laden with priceless pearls from the harbor of earth to the harbor of heaven. But.you are not yet equipped. You must have wnat seamen call the running rigging. This comprises the ship’s braces, halliards, clewlinesand such like. Without these the yards could not be braced, the sails lifted, nor the canvas in anywise managed. We have prayer for the running, rigging. Unless you understand this tackling you are not a spiritual seaman. By pulling on these ropes, you hoist the sails of faith.. and turn them every whither. The prow of courage will not cut the wave, nor the sail of faith spread and flap its wing, unless you have strong prayer lor a haliiard. One more arrangement, and you will bp ready for the sea. You must have a compass—which is the Bible. Look at it every day, and always sail by it, as its needle points toward the Star of Bethlehem. Through fog, and darkness, and storm, it works faithfully. Search the Scriptures. “Box the compass.” Let me give you two or three rules for the voyage. Allow your appetites and passions an under deck passage. Do not allow them ever’to come up on the promenade deck. M ortify your members which are up- I on the earth. Never allow your lower nature anything but a steerage passage. Let watchfulness walk the decks as an armed sentinel, and shoot down with great.promptness anything like a mutiny of riotous appetites.- , L....' i Be sure to look out of tho forecastle for icebergs. These are cold Christians floating about in the church. The frigid zone professors will' sitik you. Steer clear of -icebergs.- Keep a log book during all the ’ voyage—an-account of how.many furlongs I you make a day, Tho irierenaht keeps a daybook as well as a ledger. You ought to know every night, as well as every year, how thing are going. When the express i train stops at the depot, you hear a hammer | sounding on all the wheels, thus testify the j safety of the rail train. Bonn I, as we are, with more than express speed toward a : great eternity, ought w; not often to try , the work of self examination? Be sure to keep your colors up! You j know the ships of England, Russia, France and Spain by the ensigns they carry. ' Sometimes it is a lion, sometimes an eagle, sometimes a star, sometimes a crown. Let it ever be known who you are, and for what port you are bound. Let ‘ Christian” be written on the very front, with a figure * of a cross, a crown and a dove; and from the masthead let float the streamers of Immanuel. Then the pirate vessels of temptation will pass you unharmed as they sa .V ■" “There goesa Chrstuin, binnd for y the port of heaven. We will not disturb ■ her, for she has too many guns aboard. ” ■ Run up your flag on this pulley: “I am not ashamed of tne gospel of Christ, for it is the powenxf God and the w.s lorn of God unto salvation.” When driven back or laboring under great stress of weather—now changing from starboard tack tolar- ‘ board, and then from larboard to starboard —look above the top railants, and your heart shall beat like a war drum as the streamers float on the wind. The sign of the cross will make you patient, and tho crown will make you glad. Before you gain port you will smell the land bree .es of heaven, and Christ, the pilot, will meet you as you come into the Narrows o fDeath, and fas lento you, -and say: “A hen thou passest through the waters I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee. - ’ Are you readv for such a voyage? Make up your m inds.The gan g plan ks are fl f ting. The bell rings. All aboard for Heaven! This world is not your rest. Tho chaffinch is the silliest.bi rd in all the earth for trying to make its nest on the rocking billow. Oh, how I wish that as I embark for the Holy Lund in the east, all to whom I preach by tongue or type would embark for heaven! What you all most need is God, and you need him now. Some of you I leave in trouble. Things are going very ro ig.i with you. You have had a hard struggle with poverty, or sickness, or persecution, or be- : reavetnent. Light after light has gone out, and it is so dark ihat you can hardly see any blessing left. May that Jesus who comforted the widow of Nuin undraisel the deceased to life, with bis gen de hand of sympathy wipe away your tears ! All is ' well. \\ hen David was fleeing through the wilderness, pursued by his own son, he was being prepared to become the sweet singer of Israel. Tne pit and the dungeon were the best school? at which Joseph graduated. . The hurricane that upset tne tent and killed Job’s children prepared tho man of | Uzto write the magnificent poem that, has astounded the ages. 'There is no way to purify the gold but to burn it. Look at the people who have always had it their own Wai’. They are pro id, discontented, useless and unhappy. If you want to find cheerful folks, go among those who have been purified by the fire. After Rossini had rendered “William Tell” the five hundredth time, a company of musicians came unfl t his window in Paris and serenaded him. They put upon his brow a golden crown of Inure! leaves. But amidst all the applause and enthusiasm, Rossini turned to a friend and said: “I would give all this brilliant scene for a few days of youth and love.” Contra-t the melancholy feeling of Rossini, who had everyth ng that this World could, give him, to the joyful experience of Isaac U atts, who-e misfortunes were innumerable, when he says: The hill of Zion ji lda A thousand Ntrrod sweets Before we roach the heavenly fi jlds Or walk the go den streets. • Then lot our song* abound. And every tear b-dry: We’re marching through Itnm inusl’s ground. To fairer worlds on high It is prosperity that kil's and trouble that s ires'. \\ hile the Israelites were on the march, amidst great privations and hardships, they behaved well After awhile they prayed for meat, and the sky darken ed With a Urge flOClr as <iuails fell in great multitudes all about them; and the Israelites ate and ate,

and stuffed themselves until they died. Oh! my friends, it is not hardship, or trial, or starvation that injures the soul, but abundant supply. It is not the vulture <bf trouble that eats up the Christian’s life; it is the quail%! it is the quails! ' I cannot leave you until once more I confess my faith in the Saviour whom I nave preached. He is my all in all—lowe-more to the grace of God than most men. With this ardent temperament, if I had gone overboard I would have gone to'the very depths. You know I can do nothing by halves. O to grace how great a debtor Daily I’m constrained to be! j I think all will be well. Do not be wor-' ried about me. I know that my Redeemer liveth, and if any fatality should befall me, I think I should go straight. I have been most unworthy, and would be sorry to think that any one of my friends had been as unworthy a Christian as myself. But God has helped a great many through, and I hope he will help me through. It is'a long account of shortcomings, but if he is going to rub any of i t out, I think he will ’• rub it all out. And now give us (for Igo not alone) your benediction. When you send letters to a distant land, you say j .A-_ciW.»--Ot--Yia..such-a J sttmmeivP hen you. send your good -wishes to us, send them via the throne of God. -We shall. not travel out of the reach of your prayers. There is a scene wber.< spirits dwell, Where fri< nd holds intercourse with friend: Though sundered far, by faith we most Around one common mercy s at. And now, may the blessing of God come down upon your bodies and upon your souls, your fathers and mothers,your companions, your children,your brothers and s sters and j. your friends! May you be blessed in your 1 business and in your pleasures, in your joys and in your sorrows, in tlie house and by -the way! And if, during our separation,an . arrow from tne unseen world should strike ' any of us, may it only hasten on the raptures that God has prepared for those who lovo him! I utter not the word farewell; it is too sad, too formal a word for me to speak i or write. But, considering that I have your hand tightly clasped in both of mine, I utter a kind, an affectionate and a cheerful good'by! ■ I