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THE WEEKLY LEDGER; GAFFNEY, S. C., SEPTEMBER 20, 1805. PICTURES EXAMINED. #REV. DR. TALMAGE PRESENTS A CLUS- ' TER OF RAPHAELS. I brilliant Word I'nintinc of Sccnea In the Lifo of Stopln-n The DlHCOurHo Grompil Into Five I’loturoa—A Itrmarkably Elo quent Sermon. New York, Sept. 15.—In his sermon for today Rev. Dr. Talmage has chosen a themo as picturesque as it is spiritu ally inspiring. Ho groups his discourse into “Five Pictures.” The text selected was, “Behold, I see the heavens opened.’’—Acts vii, 56-60. Stephen had been preaching a rousing sermon, and the people could not stand it. They resolved to do as men some times would like to do in this day, if they dared, with some plain preacher of righteousness—kill him. The only way to silence this man was to knock the breath out cf him. So they rushed Stephen out of the gates of the city, and, with curse and whoop and bellow, they brought him to tho cliff, as was the custom when they wanted to take away life by stoning. Having brought him to tho edge of tlie cliff, tiiey pushed him off. After ho h^^ieu liley came" I’d (Town, and seeing that ho was not yet dead they began to drop stones upon him, stone after stone. Amid this horrible r dn of missiles Stephen clambers upon his knees and folds his hands, while tho blood drips from his temples, and then, looking up, he makes two prayers—one for himself and ono for his murderers. “Lord Jesus, receive my spirit.” That was for himself. “Lord, lay not this sin to their oharge. ” That was for his murderers. Then, from pain and loss of blood, he swooned away and fell asleep. Fiv« Pictures. I want to show youtoday five pictures: Stephen gazing into heaven, Stephen looking at Christ, Stephen stoned, Ste phen inJiis dying prayer, Stephen asleep. First, look at Stephen gazing into heaven. Before you take a leap you want to know where you are going to land. Before you climb a ladder you want to know to what point tho ladder reaches. And it was right that Stephen, within a few moments of heaven, should be gazing into it. Wo would all do well to be found in the same posture. There is enough in heaven to keep us gazing. A man of large wealth may have statu ary in tho hall, and paintings in tho sit ting room, and works of art in all parts of tho house, but he has tho chief pic tures in tho art gallery, and there hour after hour you walk with catalogue and glass and ever increasing admiration. Well, heaven is tho gallery where God has gathered the chief treasures of his realm. Tho whole universe is his pal ace. In this lower room where wo stop there are many adornments, tessellated floor of amethyst, and on the winding cloud stairs are stretched out canvases on which commingle azure and purple and saffron and gold. But heaven is the gal lery in which tho chief glories are gath ered. There are tho brightest robes. There are tho richest crowns. There are the highest exhilarations. St. John says of it, “Tho kings of tho earth shall bring their honor and glory into it. ” And I seo tho procession forming, and in tho lino come all empires, and tho stars spring up into an arch for the hosts to march under. They keep step to tho sound of earthquake, and tho pitch of avalanche from tho mountains, and tho Hag they bear is tho flame of a consuming world, and all heaven turns out with harps and trumpets and myriad voiced acclamation of angelic dominions to welcome them in, and so tho kings of tho earth bring their honor and glory into it. Do you wonder that good people often stand, like Stephen, looking into heaven? We have many friends there. There is not a man hero so isolated in life but there is some one in heaven with whom ho once shook hands. As a man gets older tho number of his celes tial acquaintances very rapidly multi plies. Wo have not had ono glimpse of them since the night wo kissed them goodby, and they went away, but still we stand gazing at heaven. As when some of our friends go across tho sea, wo stand on the d<x:k,or on the steam tug, and watch them, and after awhile the hulk of tho vessel disappears, and then there is only a patch of sail on tho sky, and soon that is gone, and they are all out of sight, and yet •wo stand looking in tho same direction. So when our friends go away from us into tho future world wo keep looking down through the Narrows and gazing and gazing as though wo expected that they would come out and stand on some cloud and give us one glimpse of their blissful and transfigured faces. While you long to join their compan ionship, and tho years and the days go with such tedium that they break your heart, and the vipers of pain and sorrow and bereavement keep gnawing at your vitals, you will stand, like Stephen, gazing into heaven. You wonder if they have changed since you saw them last. You wonder if they would recognize your face now, so changed has it been with trouble. You wonder if, amid tho myriad delights they have, they care as much for you as they used to when they gave you a helping hand and put their shoulders under your burdens. You won der if they look any older, and some times in the evening tide, when tho house is all quiet, yon wonder if you should call them by their first name if they would not answer, and perhaps sometimes you do make tho experiment, and when no ono Upt God and yourself aro thcro yon distinctly call their names and listen and sit gazing into heaven. Gazing on ClirUt. Pass on now and seo Stephen looking upon Christ. My text says lui^iiw tho Son of Man at the right hand of ; God Just how Christ looked ui this world, just how ho looks in heaven, wo cannot say. The painters of the different agps have tried .to imagine the features of Ghrist and put ’ them upon canvas, bnt have towajt ontjl.tvith nor awn ffn with mr urru wo can hear him. And yet there is a way of seeing him and hearing him now. I have to tell you that unless you seo and hear Christ on earth you will never seo and hear him in heaven. Look! There he iBehold the Lamb of God! Can you not seo him? Then pray to God to take tho scales off your eyes. Look that way—try to look that way. His voice come.-; down to you this day—comes down to tho blindest, to tho : deafest soul—saying, “Look unto mo, all yo ends of the earth, and boyo saved, for I am God, and tin re is none else.” Proclamation of universal emancipa tion for all slaves. Tell me, yo who know most of tho world’s history, what other king ever asked tho abandoned, and tho forlorn, and tho wretched, and the outcast to come and sit beside him? , Oh, wonderful invitation! You can take it today and stand at the head of the darkest alloy in all this city and say: ■ “Come! Clothes for your rags, salve for your sores, a throne for yonr eternal reigning. ” A Christ that talks like that and acts like that and pardons like that—do you wonder that Stephen stood looking at him? I hope to spend eternity ‘ doing tho same tiling. I iii,,. I must look upon Cat face onco clouded with sih, but now radiant with my pardon. I want to touch that hand that knocked off my shackles. I want to hear tho voice that pronounced my deliver ance. Behold him, little children, for if yon live to threescore years and ten you will seo nouo so fair. Behold him, yo aged ones, for ho only can shino through tho dimness of your failing eye sight. Behold him, earth. Behold him, heaven. What a moment when all tho nations of tho saved shall gather around Christ! All faces that way. All thrones that way, gazing on Jesus. His worth if nil tho nations knew Suro tho whole earth would lovo him too. Stoned by the World. I pass on now and look at Stephen stoned. Tho world has always wanted to get rid of good men. Their very life is an assault upon wickedness. Out with Stephen through the gates of tho city. Down with him over tho preci pices. Let every man come up and drop a stouo upon his head. But these men did not so much kill Stephen as they killed themselves. Every stono re bounded upon them. While these mur derers aro transfixed by tho scorn of all good men .Stephen lives in the ad miration of all Christendom. Stephen stoned, but Stephen alive. So all good men must be pelted. “All who will live godly in Christ Jesus must suffer persecution. ” It is no eulogy of a man to say that everybody likes him Show m« any ono who is doing all his duty to state or church, and I will show you scores of men who utterly abhor him. If all men speak well of you, it is because you aio either a laggard or a dolt. If a steamer makes rapid progress through tho waves, tho water will boil and foam all around it. Brave soldiers of Jesus Christ will hear the carbines click. When I see a man with voice and money and influenco all on tho right side, and some caricature him, and some sneer at him, and some de-' nounco him, and men who pretend to bo actuated by right motives conspire to cripplo him, to east him out, to de stroy him, Isay, “Stephen stoned.” When I see a man in some groat moral or feligious reform battling against grogshops, exposing wickedness in high places, by active means trying to purify tho church and better tho world’s estate, and I find that the news papers anathematize him, and men, even good men, oppose him and de nounce him because, though ho does good, ho does not do it in their way, I say, “ Stephen stoned. ” But you notice, rny friends, that while they assaulted Stephen they did not succeed really in killing him. You may assault a good man, but you cannot kill him. On tho day of his death Stephen spoko before a few people in tho sanhedrin. This Sabbath morning ho addresses Christen dom. Paul, tho apostlo, stood on Mars hill addressing a handful of philoso phers who knew not so rnurh about science as a modern schoolgirl. Today ho talks to all tho millions of Christen dom about the wonders of justification and tho glories of resurrection. John Wesley was howled down by tho mob to whom he preached, and they threw bricks at him, and they denounced him, and they jostled him, and they spat upon him, and yet today, in all lands, ho is admitted to be tho great father of Methodism. Booth’s bullet vacated tho presidential chair, but from that spot of coagulated blood on the floor in tho box of Ford’s theater thero sprang up tho new life of a nation. Stephen stoned, bnt Stephen alive. A Dying Frayer. Pass on now and seo Stephen in his dyi u K prayer. His first thought was not how tho stones hurt his head, nor what would become of his bodj’. His first thought was about his spirit. “Lord Jesus receive my spirit.” Tho murderer standing on tho trapdoor, tho black cap being drawn over his head before tho execution, may grimace about tho fu ture, but you and I have no shame in confessing some anxiety about where wo are going to como out. You are not all body. Thero is within you a soul. I seo it gleam from your eyes today, and I soo it irradiating your countenance. Some times I am abashed before an audience, not because I como under yonr physical eyesight, but because I realize tho truth that I stand before so many immortal spirits. Tho probability is that your bod> will at hist find a sepulcher in some of the cemeteries that surround this city. Thero is no doubt that your obsequies will bo decent and re spectful, and you will bo able to pillow your head under tho maple, or tho Nor way spruce, or the cypress, or tho blos soming fir, but this spirit a I tout which Htcpr.cn prayed, what direction will .that.tako? What guhlo will escort it? What gate will open to receive it? What cloud will bncleft for itspathway? Aft er it lias got beyond tho light of our suit will tliore bo torches lighted for it the rest of thQ.way? i Will th» flnnl have to travel through land? If we should lose our pathway will there lx> a castlo at whose gate wo may ask tho way to tho city? Oh, this mysterious spirit within ns! It has two wings, but it is in a cage now. It is locked fast to keep it, but lot tho door of this cago^ open tho least, and that soul is off. Eagle's wing could uotcatch it. The lightnings are not swift enough to como up with it. When tho soul leaves the body it takes 50 worlds at a bound. And have I no anxiety about it? Have you no anxiety about it? I do not care what you do with my body when my soul is gone, or whether you believe incremation or inhumation. I shall sleep just as well in a wrapping of sackcloth as in satin lined with eagle’s down. But my soul—before I close this discourse I will find out where it will 11 id. Thank God for tho intimation of my text that when wo die Jesus takes us. That answers all ques tions for me. What though there were massive bars between hero and tho City of Light, Jesus could remove them. What though there were great Saharas of darkness, Jesus could illume them. What though I get weary uu tho way, nit moon ms omijipoiciii shoulder. What though thero were chasms to cross, his hand could trans port me. Then let Stephen’s prayer bo my dying litany, “Lord Jesus, receive my spirit. ” It may be in that hour wo will bo too feeble to say a long prayer. It may bo in that hour wo will not bo able to say tho Lord’s Prayer, for it has seven petitions. Perhaps wo may bo too feeble even to say tho infant prayer our mothers taught us, which John Quincy Adams, 70 years of age, said every night when he put his head upon his pillow: Now I lay mo down to sleep. I pray tho Lord my soul to keep. Wo may bo too feeble to employ either of these familiar forms, but this prayer of Stephen is so short, is so con cise, is so earnest, is so comprehensive, wo surely will bo ablo to say that. “Lord Jesus, receive my spirit.” Oh, if that prayer is answered, how sueet it will he to dio! This world is clever enough to us. Perhaps it has treated us a great deal better than wo deserved to be treated, but if on tho dying pillow ! thero shall break tho light of that better world wo shall have no more regret than about leaving a small, dark, damp house for one large, beautiful and capa- cious. That dying minister in Philadel- phia, some years ago, beautifully de- ' picted it when, in tho last moment, he threw up his hands and cried out, “I . move into tho light!” A IVaccful Sleep. Pass on now, and I will show you one more picture, and that is Stephen asleep. With a pathos and simplicity peculiar to tho Scriptures the text says of Sto- Phen, “He fell asleep.” “Oh,” you say, “what a place that was to sleep! A hard reck under him, stones falling down upon him, tho blood streaming, the mob howling. What a place it was to sleep!” And yet my text takes that symbol of slumber to describe his de parture, so sweet was it, so contented was it, so peaceful was it. Stephen had lived a very laborious life. His chief work had been to care for tho pool*. How’ many loaves of bread he had distribut ed, how many bare feet ho had san daled, how many cots of sickness and distress he had blessed with ministries of kindness and love, I do not know. ! Yet from tho way ho lived, and tho way i ho preached, and tho way ho died, I know ho was a laborious Christian. But that is all over now. He has pressed tho cup to tho last fainting lip. He has taken tho last insult from his enemies. I he last stone to whoso crushing weight he is susceptible has been hurled. Ste phen is dead! Tho disciples come. They take him up. They wash away the blood from tho wounds. They straighten out tho bruised limbs. They brush back tho tangled hair from tho brow, and then they pass around to look upon tho calm countenance of him who had lived for tho poor and died for tho truth. Stephen asleep! I have seen tho sea driven with tho hurricane until tho tangled foam caught in tho rigging, and wave rising above wave seemed as if about to storm tho heavens, and then I have soon the tem pest drop, and tho waves crouch, and everything become smooth and bur nished as though a camping place for the glories of heaven. So I have seen a man whoso life has been tossed and driven coming down at last to an infi- nito calm in which thero was a hush of heaven's lullaby. Stephen asleep! I saw such a one. Ho fought all his da,>s against poverty and against abuse. They traduced his name. They rattled at the doorknob while ho was dying with duns for debts he could not pay. Yet tho peace of God brooded over his pillow, and while tho world faded heav en dawned, and tho deepening twilight of earth’s night was only tho opening twilight of heaven’s morn. Not a sigh. Not a tear. Not a struggle. Hush! Stephen asleep. I have not tho faculty as many have to tell tho weather. I can never tell by tho sotting sun whether there will be a drought or not. I cannot tell by the blowing of tho wind whether it will bo fair weather or foul on the morrow. But I can prophesy and I will prophesy what weather it will bo when you, tho Chris tian, como to die. You may have it very rough now. It may bo this week one annoyance, tho next another annoyance. It may be this year ono boreavemeut, tho next another bereavement. But at tho last Christ will come in, and dark ness will go out. And though thero may bo no hand to close your eyes, and no breast on which to rest your dying head, and no candle to lift tho night, tho odors of God’s hanging garden will re- .< giile your soul, and at your bedside will halt the chariots of tho king. No more rents to pay, no more agony becanse flour has gone up, no more struggle with “the world, the flesh and tho devil,” but peace—long, deep, overlasting peace. Htephou asleep! Ailoep In Jesus, blessed sleep, Trom which none aver wake to ffBtpi Asleep tn Jesus, far from theo Thy kindred and thy graves may be, But thero is still u blessed sleep, From which nono ever wake to weep. You have seen enough for one day. No ono can successfully examine more than five pictures in a day. Therefore wo stop, having seen this cluster of di vine Raphaels—Sic] hen gazing into heaven, .Stephen looking at Christ, Stephen stoned, Stephen in his dying prayer, Htepheu asleep. 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