Rensselaer Republican, Volume 23, Number 37, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 14 May 1891 — Page 7

INVITED TO A WEDDING.

The Lord Waitiiig for the Guests “ for the Feast. Waiting as a Mother Waits for Her Wayward Boy—Rev. Dr, Talmage's Sermon.

"* Seven thousand people heard Dr. Talmage’s sermon at the Brooklyn Tabernacle Sunday.. Subject. “Invitation to a Wedding.” Text: Luke, XIV, 17. The preacher referred to the influences under which the text was spoken and then said: Illustrating my text, I, in the first place say that the Lord Jesus Christ is ready. Cardinal Wolsey did not come into the banqueting hall until the second course of the feast, and when he entered, booted and spurred, all the guests arose and cheered him; but I have to tell you that our banqueter, the Lord Jesus Christ, comes in at the beginningof the feast. Aye, He has been waiting for His guests, waiting for some of them 1891 years, waiting with mangled feet, waiting with hand on the punctured side, waiting with hand on the lacerated temples, waiting, waiting! Wonder it is that the banqueter did not get tveary and say: “Shut the door and let the laggards stay out.” No, He has been waiting. How much He is in earnest! Shall I show you? I Sither up all the tears that flooded is cheek in sympathy, all the blood that channeled His brow and back, and hand and foot, to purchase our redemption. I gather up all the groans coming from midnight chill and mountain hunger and desert loneliness, and I put them into one bitter cry—l gather up all the pangs that shot from cross and spike and spear, into one groan—l take one drop of sweat on His brow, and I put It under the glass of the gospel, and It enlarges to lakes of sorrow, to oceans of agony. That Christ today, emaciated and worn and weary, some here, and with a pathos in which every word is a heartbreak and every sentence a martyrdom, He says to you and He says to me: “Come, eome, for all things are now ready.” Ahasuerus made a feast that lasted 180 clays. This lasts forever. Lords and Princes were invited to that. You and I are invited to this. Yes, He has been waiting, He is waiting now. Other Kings wrap themselves In robes of beauty and power before they come into a banquet. So does Christ. Oh, he is the fairest of the fair. In his hand is the omnipotent surgery that opened blind eyes and straightened crooked limbs and noisted the pillars of heaven, and Swung the twelve gates which are twelve pearls. Oh, what a Christ—a Christ of beauty, a Christ of powsr. There are not enough cups on earth to dip up this ocean of beauty. There are not ladders to scale these heights of Love. Oh, thou Flower jf eternity, thy breath is the perfume of heaven. Oh, thou Daybreak of the soul, let all nations clap their |iands in thy radiance. Chorus! Dome men and angels and cherubim and seraphim and archangel, all heights, all depths, all immensities. Chorus! Roll on through the heavens chariot of universal acclaim, over bridges of hosanna, unier arche# of coronation, by the town’s chiming with eternal jubilee. Chor is! Unto Him that loved us and washed us from our sins in His own blood, and made us kings and priests unto God, to Him be the gloryA.h! there is one word of five letr ters that I would like to write; but I hrve no sheet fair enough to write it on, and no pencil good enough to inscribe it. Give me a sheet from the heavenly records, and some pencil used by an angel in describing a vic- - , and then with , hand struck with supernatural energy and with pencil dipped in everlasting morning and I will write it out in capitals of love, J-E-S-U-S, Jesus! It is this One that is waiting for you and for me, for we are on the same platform before God. How long he waited for nel How long he has waited for you! Waiting as a banqueter waits for his delay, I guests, the meats smoking, and the beakers brimming, and the minstrel with, his finger on the stiff string ready to strike at the first clash of the hoofs at the gateway, waiting as a mother waits for a boy that tei years ago went off dragging her bleeding he.art after him. Waiting. Oh, can .you not give me some comparison intense enough, importunate enough, high as heaven, deep as hell and vast as eternity? Not ex-

pecting that you can help me with such a comparison, I simply say, He is waiting as only an all-sympathetic Christ knows how to wait for a wandering soul. But I remark again, not only Christ is waiting, but the Holy Spirit is wait’ng. Why are some sermons a deed failure? Why are there songs that do not get their wings under the people? Why are there players that go no higher up than a hunter’s halloo?,, Because there is a missing link that only the Holy Spirit can supply. If that Spirit should come through this asremblage this morning there would be a power felt like that when Saul was unhorsed on the road to Damascus, like as wh?n Lydia’s heait was in her One store, likpas when 3,000 souls were lifted out of midnight into uidnoon at the Pentecost. Do you notice that sometimes that Spirit takes an insignificant agency to save a soul? I think' it is very often that at just one passage o' Scripture, just one word o* Scripting a soul is saved, because the Holy Spirit gives it supernatural power. Do you know what it was

that saved Martin father? It was that one verse. “The just shall live by faith.” __ Do you know what it was that brought Augifctine from bis horrible dissapations? It was that one verse: “Put ye on the Lord Jesus Christ and make no provision for the flesh to fulfill the lusts thereof. ” Do you know what it was that saved Hedley Vicars, the celebrated soldier? It was the one passage: “Believe in the Lord Jesus Chnst and thou shalt be saved.” Do you know what it was that brought Jonathan Edwards to Christ? Itjwas the one passage: “Now untohim be glory forever and ever.” One Thanksiving morning in church I read rmy text: “O, give thanks unto the Lord,for he is good.” And a young man stood in the gallery and said to himself: “I have never rendered one acceptable offering of gratitude to God in all my life. Here,Lord, I am thine forever?' By that one passage of Scripture he was brought into the kingdom, and if I might tell my own experience ! might tell how one Sabbath afternoon I was brought to the peace of the Gospel by reading of the SyroPhoenician’s cry to Christ, where she said: “Even the dogs eat of the crumbs that fall from the master’s table.” Philosophic sermons never saved anybody. Metaphysical sermons never saved anybody. An earnest plea going right out of the heart blessed of the Holy Ghost, that is what saves, that is what brings people into the kingdom of Christ. I suppose the world thought that Thomas Chalmers preached great sermon in his early ministry, but Thomas Chalmers says he never preached at all until years after he had occupied his pulpit he came out of his sick room, and weak and emaciated, he stood and told the story of Christ to the people. And in the great day of eternity it will be found that not so much the eloquent sermons brought men to Christ as the story told, perhaps, by those who were unknown on earth, the simple story of the Savior’s love and merry, sent by the power of the holy Ghost straight to the heart. Come, Holy Ghost. Ay, he is here this morning. He fills all the place. I tell you the Holy Ghost is ready. Then I go on and tell you the church is ready. There are those here who say: “No one cares for my soul.” We do care for it. You see a man bowing his head in prayer and you say: “That man is indifferent/’ That man bows his head in prayer that the truth may go to every heart. The air is full of prayers. They are going up this morning from this assembly. Hundreds of prayers straight to the throne of $ listening God. The air is full of prayers ascending noon by noon from Fulton street prayer meeting, Friday nght by Friday night all over this land, going up from praying circles. Yea, there is not a minute of an hour of any day there are not supplications ascending to the throne of mercy. The church is ready, and if you should this morning start for your Father’s house there would be hundreds and thousands in this assemblage who would say if they knew it: “Make room for that man; make room for him at the holy sacrament; bring the silver bowl for baptism; give him full right to all the privilleges of the church of Jesus

Christ.” Oh, I know there are those who say the church is a mass of hypoents, but they do not really think so. It is a glorious church. Christ built it. Christ swung all its gates. Christ curtained it with upholstery, crimson and crucifixion carriage. Come into it. Come into it. Ido not pick out this man or that man and say: “You may come.” I say all may come —whosoever will. “Come with us and we will do you good. The Lord hath promised good concerning Israel.”

Do not say you have never been invited. I invite you now to the King’s feast. One and all. All I All! But Igo further and tell you that the angels are ready. Some people think when we speak about angels wo are getting into the region of the fancy. They say it is very well for a man when he has just entered the ministry to preach about the angels of heaven, but after he has gone on further it is hardly worth while. My friends, there is not any more evidence in the Bible that there is a God than that there are angels. Did they not swarm around Jacob’s ladder? When Lazarus’ soul went up did they not escort it? Did not David say: “The chariots of God are 20,000, even thousands of angels?” Are they not represented as the chief harvesters of the judgment day? Did not the angel, in one night slay 180,000 of Sennacherib’s troops? Ob, yes, our wotld is in communication with two other worlds. All that communication is by angels. When a bad man is to die, a man who has despised God and rejected the Gospel, the bad spirits come on sulphurous wing and they shackle him, and try to push him off the precipices into the ruin, andthen lift a guffaw of diabolical exultation. But there is a line of angels, bright and beautiful and loving angels, mighty angels, reaching all the way from earth to heaven,and when others gather like them I suppose the air is full of them. They hover. They flit about. They push down iniquity from your heart. They are ready to rejoice. Look! There is an angel from the throne of God. One moment ago it stood before Christ and heard the doxology of the redeemed. It is here now. Bright immortal, what news from thegolden city? Speak, spirit blest. The answer comes melting on the cur: • “Come, ooms, for all things are now

ready.” Angels ready to bear the tidings. Angels ready to drop the benediction. Angels ready to kindle the joy. All ready. Ready, chejrubim and seraphim. Ready, thrones and principalities and powers. Ready, Michael the archangel. Yes, I go further and say that your glorified kindred are ready. I have not any sympathy with modern Spiritualism. I believe it is born in perdition. When I see the ravages it makes with human intellects, when I see the homes it has devastated, when I see the bad morals that very often follow in its wake, I have no faith in modern Spiritualism, I think if John Milton and George Whitefield have not anything better to .do than to crawl under Rochester tables and rattle the leaves they had better stay at home in glory. But (he Bible distinctly teaches that the glorified in heaven are in sympathy with our redemption. . ’•‘‘There is joy in . heaven among the angels of God 'over one sinner that repenteth,” and if the angels hear it, do not our departed kindred hear it? There are those there whe toiled for our salvation, and when they bado you good-bye in the last hour, and they said, “Meet me in heaven ” there was hovering over thfl pillow the awful possibility that you might not meet. But, oh, the pathos when the hand was thrust out from the cover and they said good-bye. For how long good bye was it? Now, my friends, if Christ is ready, and the Holy Ghost is ready, and the church is ready, and the angels of God are ready, and your glorified kindred are ready, are you ready? I give with all the emphasis of my soul the question: “Are you ready? If you do not get into the King’s, feast it Will be because vou do not accept the earnest invitation. Arm stretched out, soaked with blood from elbow to finger-tip, lips quivering in mortal anguish, two eyes beaming everlasting love, while he says: “Come, come, come, for all things are now ready.” Old man, God has been waiting for thee long years. Would that some tear of repentance might trickle down thy wrinkled cheek. Has not Christ done enough in feeding thee, and clothing thee all these years to win from thee one word of gratitude? Come, all the young. Christ is the fairest of the fair. Wait not till thy heart gets hard. Come, the furthest away from Christ. Drunkard, Christ can put out the fire of that thirst. He can restore thy broken home. He can break that shackle. Come now, to-day, and get His pardon and its strength. Libertine, Christ knew where you were last night. He knows all the story of thy sin. Come to Him this day. He will wash away thy sin, and He will throw around thee the robe of His pardon. Harlot, thy feet foul with hell, thy laughter the horror of the street —O Mary Magdalen! Christ waits for thee. Ana the one further off, further than I have mentioned, a case not so hopeful as any I have mentioned, selfrighteous man, feeling thyself ail right, having no need of Christ, no need of pardon, ho need of help —O self-righteous man, dost thou think in those rags thou canst enter the feast? Thou canst not. God’s servant at the gate would tear off thy robe and leave thee naked at the gate. Oh, self-righteous man ! the last to come. Come to the feast. Come, repent of thy sin. Come, take Christ for thy portion. Day of grace going away. Shadows on the cliff reaching further and further over the plain. The banquet has already begun. Christ has entered into that banquet to which you are invited. The guests are taking their places. The servant of the King has his hand on the door of the banqueting room, and he begins to swing it shut. Now is your time to go in. You must go in: He is swinging the door shut. Now, it is half shut. Now, it is three-fourths shut. Now, it is just Mar. After awhile it will be forever shut I

Discretion in a Montana Terror.

Detroit Free Press. the passengers who landed in Detroit from a. Western train the other morning was a young man wearing a cowboy hat, a bearskin overcoat, the claW of a grizzly bear as a breast pin, and other outward tokens of being a terror from the far West. As he hung around to make some inquiries officer Button queried of him: “From Colorado?” “No, from Montanna.” “You can shoot, throw the lasso, and use the bowie knife, I suppose?” >. “Certainly I can,” “Killed your man?” “Three of ’em.” “Going to stop over?" “Yes, for a few hours. I’ve heard a good deal about Detroit and want to see the town.” “Yes. Let megive you a pointer. We’ve got a little bit of a sawed-off man in town who had his ears sliced off by a Western tough. He does nothing but walk around and look for chaps of your build. When he finds one he lights right onto him, and its good-bye tough.” “No!” “Sure as shooting. He’s done up seven or eight in a month. If you go up town leave all those things in the package room. If you don't, if he catches sight of that hat or overcoat or bea’s claw you'll be a goner.” “Do the authorities allow him to hop onto people that ‘way?" “They can’t help themselves. I’m giving you a friendly tip. Look out for sawed-off.” The man sat down to think it over, came to a decision after awhile, and got into a seat in the corner of the room and sat there five long hours .before he got his train for the East.

GOING ABROAD.

If So It 1b Important for Ton to Post Up on Tips. Detroit Free Press. ; The time is now rapidly approaching, indeed it is almost here, when the tide of summer travel to England and the continent, will v be at its flood. To take a trip nowadays, with all the modern improvements both in the art of navigation and in ship construction, has declined from the really serious undertaking of a generation ago, until to-day such an outing may be made under no more inconvenience than might be endured were the prospective voyager to remain snugly at home throughout the summer. But dismissing all the phases of the subject, consider how rich American* make voyages pleasant and comfortable. A life at sea has usually been depicted as something short of an inquisitorial death; and the funny man on his maiden visit abroad has long since penned that clever phrase, referringto the dreadful ‘ ‘Oh, my,” of Mark Twain, “first,” says the aforesaid f. m., “first I thought I would die, but soon I was afraid that I would live!” But, presto! all this is now a thing of the past, a mere historical incident of the past. What has been the open sesame to the luxurious life of the habitual sea rover? As an American you will despise it no doubt (abroad), but you certainly can not afford to overlook the potency of this sesame while aboard ship —in a word, ’tis tips! “Tips, sir?” said a gentleman who has traveled extensively. “No enterprising American now thinks of going abroad without making due allowance for the servants on ship board. Ido not mean that the cabin passenger will be subject to any open effrontery or malicious neglect if he does not contribute to the plate, while en voyage, but what I do mean is that by a carefully invested dollar or two his comforts will be more readily attended to. “A cabin passenger, as course, expects and will leceive very liberal attention en voyage from the servants about him. Indeed, the tips are not usually given until the close of the voyage, so that the servant often takes his chances on being repaid for his many personal services to the guest. Very often a gentleman does not feel disposed to tip a waiter, and, of course, all the waiter can do is to make a mental resolution to ‘get even’ on the return voyage should his victim patronize the same ship homeward bound. In this case the waiter has his man quite at his mercy. Without being specific, you can of course readily see that where a person is dependent on the will of a second party for ten days’ comforts and conveniences, en voyage, the water has the traveler in a serious position, especially should the man of plates and spoons choose to be inattentive, sour or vindictive. You may then depend upon it that, in some inexplicable combination of circumstances, you will always be served with the burnt end of the roast: your salads will not be properly dressed; your wine not properly cooled; your salads reeking with oil, or the ship may give a sudden and quite unexpected lurch and the poor, blameless waiter will accidentally spill a dlate of piping hot bean soup down your very collar. Oh, yes, these are some of the milder evils that attend the revengeful, tipless waiter or steward who is deeply interested in the adding to the harmony of your voyage. Of course it goes without saying that your boots will be polished mornings only on the tips; that your baths will be so frightfully hot as to cause you to roar out in pain; or that the ‘lee-scupper’ (or some such thing) will be accidentally left ajar some night when there’s a sea on, resulting in a dreadful midnight awakening, the voyager drenched to the skin even while lying dreaming of the gentle angels in his upper birth.

“But do not let me lay too much stress on the grotesque side of a disagreeable voyage. Happily for Americans (the greatest travelers in the world) such voyages are becoming more and more rare. On the contrary, with the improved service from year to year, a life at sea, tips or no tips, is one grand, long holiday. If you desire to be a king for a week, take an ocean voyage—and tip the; waiter. Then see what will happen. Your room will be in apple-pie order throughout the trip, your bath will neither be too hot nor too cool —just right; your boots will beas radiant ds the noon-day sun; your meals will consist of innumerable courses, all served as they should be, and everything keeping time with the music of the band in the grand saloon; in short, servants innumerable will fairly combine to kill you with kindness, leaving neither hand rior foot .unserved for ten long days together. “You ask what tips on the ocean usually amount to?. Well, the receipts of the steward can be compromised for about $5; the porter $2. and the rest of them about $lO or sl2; so that on an ocean voyage all extras may be covered by, say, from $7 to sls. The majority of travelers seldom pay more than $7, while sls is considered princely tipping, resulting in treatment becoming a prince or high official dignitary. “As I said before, there is no compulsion about the tips. A voyage may be made without them and be SjrfeotJy satisfactory to yourself. ut it is best to be on the safe side. Outside of the tips a S6O passage for p. single man, who doesn t want an

outside room, will be dR the expense of a first-class voyage. The bridal chamber on the ocean gbay hounds is in much demand during the summer season, and is often quoted as high as $5(10. As might be imagined, the accommodations, attendance and ex tras are simply supurb. The fittings of the chaffioer are regal, and all the service in accordance therewith throughout the voyage. “But to my mind the star accommodations on an ocean voyage are to be found in that rare resort, the cap tain’s cabin. The captain’s cabin is usually held at a high premium. It is given only as a favor, or through some personal arrangement with the captain. The captain’s cabin is seldom obtained for less than SSO. It will accommodate two persons. The cabin has its special steward, porters and waiters, so that your servants are ready to do your bidding at any hour of the day or night. The cabin is located high and receives all the oscillation of the ship. In this sense it is not a desirable place. But this disadvantage is more than counterbalanced by the regal service that awaits the occupant. The voyager in the captain’s cabin usually has the added privilege of the bridge. This of itself is a sufficient honor to warrant the extra expense of SSO. “On the voyage home one of the special features calling for a tip is unique entertainment of volunteer talent given in the cabin. All distinguished or talented people aboard are invited to participate, and, of course, they esteem it a privilege tc entertain their friends. The result is usually a very fine concert or dramatic entertainment. An admission fee is charged, and the money thus collected goes for the benefit of disabled seamen. Here ends the purely tipping features of the voyage?’

LABOR AND INDUSTRIES.

Central Africa is to be opened up to immigration. In Austria the hours of labor are limited to eleven. ; An electric road is to be built from Niagara to Fort Erie. Electric roads are being built in fifty cities of the country. Five hundred men are to be employed in railroad shops at El Paso, Tex. j Large machine shops are to be removed from Wheeling to Staunton, Va. t A wire-cloth works is to be removed from Clinton, Mass., to Wau-, kegan, 111. ’ i An immense machinery manufactory plant is to be elected at New Orleans. | Steel rails are in great demand, but the iron trade generally is not, very active. | It will cost the Canadian Pacific $2,500,000 to build its grand bridge across Niagara river. The cotton mills North and South are all quite busy, and most of them are making money. A sewing machine company with a capital of $250,000 is to be established at Richmond, Va. . | / About twelve thousand tons of structural iron and steel are wanted for elevated railroad purposes. A scarcity of coke has thrown idle six hundred men at the National’ tube-works, McKeesport, Pa. There were sold last year forty-five million gallons of whisky j or three' quarts per head of population. English experts say that in ten' years or less American coal will sell• tn England at less than English coal. There are deposited in the savings banks of Great Britain $535,000,000, but it is all loaned out excepting $2,500,000. The largest belt ever made was turned out by a Philadelphia concern —ten ply, seventy-eight inches wide and 11T feet long. Philadelphia’s water works pump two hundred million gallons every twenty-four hours, or two hundred gallons per head per day. The labor organizations of Illinois have successfully carried through the Legislature a law to make corpora- ! tions pay wages weekly. Sweden allows no emigrant to leave the country without a certificate oi good character from the pastor ol the emigrant’s church. A steel rail mill is to be erected at Dayton, Tenn., and a cotton-tie mill 'is to be built at Cardiff, Tenn. A wire-nail mill is to be erected at Puget sound.

Boxing as Sport.

From Harper’s Weekly. Boxing is precisely what you make it. If you put gloves on a couple ol toughs, the result will be a fight filled with slugging and gore; if gentlemen put on the gloves, there will follow a contest equally as determin ed, with blows probably stronger, but directed with judgment and skill and received in like manner. The great difference between the sluggei and boxer is that the former stands stolidly awaiting his opportunity to deliver a knock-down blow, actuated with but the one idea of rendering his opponent senseless and trusting to his tough hide to withstand blows The boxer, on the other hand, is test ing his skill with a fellow-clubman his blows are clean and strong, but he is expert enough to avoid punish ment, or, if not, his opponent is judicious in its delivery. What holds good so far as boxing is concerned is equally applicable to any other sport. The additions to the Congrcga tional eburelies throughout the coun try since Jan. 1 aggregate near!} 20,000.

OUR PLEASURE CLUB.

From Indianapolis Hoosier

IN NEW JERSEY.

I Bellion —Great Scott! Jack, they’ve taken our clothes.

11. Jack —Never mind, Billy, we’rd slothed. __________

Just Full Enough to Telegraph.

From the Oregonian. v He was a tall, good-looking man, with regular features, and was dressed in the height of fashion, but he was awfully drunk. He came from the East a few days ago and registered at an up-town hotel. Immediately he went on a “tear.” The clerk who knew him in the East, relieved him of an SBOO gold watch and about 11,000 in currency and locked them! in Hie coin box for safe keeping. This happened while the fellow wai about half sober. Then he went oft and imbibed some more, and When he strolled into the hotel office a few hours later he was able to see thd clerk, but that was about all. “I want to send a telegram to my wife,” he began. , “Have you the money to pay for it?” asked the clerk. “No. You have my money in the safe, and you pay for it.” “Indeed, I will not, returned the clerk. Then followed a noisy wrangle between the clerk and the fellow, which the latter broke off abruptly, and putting his thumbs in the armholes of his vest, walked about the corridor and told the occupants of the chairs what a shame it was that $ man could not telegraph to his wif« that she was a peculiar woman ana would not come west with him; that he was a weak man and would noil keep sober unless she was with him, This, of course, amused the listeners. This went on for twenty minutes. When the man returned to the desk in a more specific mood and the clerk accommodated him. After a good deal of talking the telegram was flni ally written, and here it is: Portland, April 16 —Mrs. —, Chicago, Ill: Arrived safely but am as full as an Irishman’s goat. Jack. The answer came yesterday and was short and sweet. It follows: .■ Chicago, 111., April 17.—Mr. —— Portland, Ore,: You are a fooL Will start for Portland to-day. . Mart. The World’s Present Population. From Public Opinion. In the proceedings of the Royal Geographical Society of January, 1891, it is estimated that the popular tion of the worly in 1890 was 1,487,* 000,000; representing an average of 81 to the square mile, and an increase of 8 per cent during the decade. Of the continents, Asia has the largest population. 850,000, and the lowest percentage of increase, 6 per cent. Australasia has the smallest population, 4,730,000, and the smallest average per square mile, 1.4, but the highest rate of increase during the decade, 30 per cent. Europe is the most thickly settled continent, with a population of 380,200,000, which is 101 to the square mile. The population of North America is estimated at 89,250,000, which is an ave.age of 14 to the square mile, and represents an increase of 20 per cent durin g the pasl decade. _____ According to a pamphlet recently issued by the London Congregational Union on “Can the Churches Save London, and Will They?” the averagi growth of London’s population is 291 per day. To meet tnis two new churches, accommodating six hundred worshipers, ought to be finished and opened every week. The average population of London is 8,475 to the square mile. One person in every five will die. if the present conditions remain unaltered, in a work-house, hospital or lunatic asylum. Onethird of the crimes in the United Kingdom are committed in London. Gail Hamilton has succeeded better than some-writers in keeping the facts of her life to herself