AN ABANDONLI ('11. REV. DR. TALMAGE AMONG TrIE PAL ACES OF INDiA. Three Thing. to See at the Ancient City of Delhi - Tke C:eLhinre Cate-The Paliace of the Mogui.--A odace of Amber-The Clock of Time. BRooKLYN. Dec. S'.-Continning his series of round the world sermons through the press, Rev. Dr. Talmage today chose for his subject Palaces in India," the tect being Aimos iii, 10. "Who store up violence and robbery in their palaces." In this day, when vast sumis of money are being given for the re demption of India. I hope to i!lcrease the interest in that great country anui at the sane time draw for all cIasses of our people practical lessons, and so I present this fifth sermon in tile round the world series. We step into the ancient capital of India. the mere pronunciation of its name sendiig: thrill through the body, mimi am soul of all those who have ever reaI its stories of splendor and disaster ad prowess-Delhi. Before the first historian inre his first word ie clay or ezl Iii r's word on marble or wrote .Iim - word on papyras DelhistootiP! mia. a contemporv of. Babivlon a' n veh. We know that' Deli et longer before Christ's tinie tim ve live after his time. 1lhtlii is huit on the ruins of seven cities, .lich runis cover 40 miles with wrecked temples, broken fortresses, split tombs. tumble down palaces and the debris of centu ries. An archoologist could profita by spend his life here talkig% wit.n t past through its lips of vencrabie ma sonry There are ahundred thiigsher- you ought to see in this city of Dlhi, three things you must see. I thing I wanted- to see w.. mere gate. for that wam-; Ptnk Z.p which the most wond~erfut l de etA daring which the world has ever seen was done. That was the turnig P)omt of the mutiny of lS57. A lady at Del hi put into my hand an oil pamntmg. of about is ~inches square. a pictu re well executed, but chiely valuable. fo what it represented. It was a sce-no from the time of the m-miny-tn< horses at full run larnesscd to a e riage in which were four >rsos She said: "Those persons on the front side are my father and mother. The young lady on the back seat holding in hem arms a baby of a year was my older sister, and the baby was myself. My mother. who is down with a fever im the next room, painted that years ago. The horses are in full run because we are fleeing for our lives. My iother is drivin-g, for - the reason that my father, standing up in the front of mie carriage, had to defend us with his gun, as -vou there see. .ie fought our way out and on for many a mile, shooting down the sepoys as we went. We haA? somewhat suspected trouble and had become suspicious of our ser vants. A prince had requested a pri vate interview with my father. who was editor of the Delhi Gazette. The prince proppsed to come veiled so that no one miigit recognize him. but my mother insisted on being prl5Ont, an~d the interview did not take plac. .A large fish had been sent to our family and four other fanmilies, the present an offering of thanks for the kmg s recovery from a recent sickness. But we suspected poison and did not eat the fns One day all our servants came up and said they must go- and sewat -the matter. \\re saw ~,wt~ intended and knew that if the servants returned they would murder all of us. Things grew worse and worse until this scene of flight shown you in the picture took place. You see, the horses were wild with fright. This was not only because of the dischag ofgnbttehorses were struck'and pounded by sepoys, and ropes were tied across the way. and the savage hallo and the shout of revenge made all the way of our flight a horror." The books have fully recorded the heroism displayed at Delhi and ap proximate regions, but make no men tion of this family of Wagentreibers whose -fight I am mentiomug. .But -the Madras Atheneum printed this: "And now! Are not the deeds of the Wagentreibes, though he wore a round hat and she a crinoline, as wor thy of imperishablel verse as those of th~e heroic pair whose nuptials graced the court of Charlem-ange? A more touching picture than that of the brave man contending with well nerved arm against the black and threatenino fate impending over his wife and c 'ild we have never seen. Here was no strife for the glory of physical prowess or the spoil of shin ing arms, but a conquest of the hu *man mind, an assertion of the powers of intellect over the most app)alling array of circumstances that could as sail a human being. Men have become gray in front of sudden and unexpect ed peril, and in ancient days so much was courage a matter of heroics and mere instinct that we read in imtmor tal verse of h,eroes struck with panmic and fleeing before the enemy. But the savage sepoys, with their hoarse war cry and swarming like wasps around the Wagentreibers, struck no terror -into the brave man's hear-t. His heroism was not -the mecre ebulli tion of despair: but like tha t of his wife, calm and wise, standing uprigL that he might use hmis aram- het er As an incident will -ometimes mocre* impress one than a genelity of state ment, I present the flight of this oie family-from Delhi merely vto illustrate the desperation of the tmes. The fact .was that the sepoys had takien posses sion of the city of Delhi and they were, with all their artillery. tighting back the Europeans whlo were on the outside and murdering all the Euro pens w ho were inside. The city of Dlihsa crenulated wvail on thr~ee sides-a wall 5+ miles long-and the fourth side of the city- is defendedl by the River Jiunna. In addition to the-se tw.defenses of wail and1 wamtr th were 40.000 sepoys, all armed. T we Ive hundred British soldiers wer-e to ta b~ that city. Nicholson. the immortal general, commanded them, and you must visit his grave be-fore you lea ce Delhi. He fell leading his troops. ilc commanded them even after ',eing mortally wounded. You will read this inscription on his tomb: "John Nicholson. who ed the a sault at Delhi, but feid in: the- hou (f . victory mortally wont> ml" !al