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THE WEEKLY LEDGER; GAFFNEY, S. C., SEPTEMBER 20, 1895. IF CHRIST I5K ABOARD THERE IS NOTHING TO FEAR IN MAK ING LIFE’S STORMY VOYAGE. Kov. Dr. TttlmaB*' Presents i» Striking Les ion For tin' Men and Women of Ilie Present Day -Christ Stilling the Tern- I pest—A Itrilliant Picture. New Y«)kk, St'iR. 22.—In liis sermon for today Roy. Dr. Talmage dis -ourse^ ou u dramatio incident durii)^ tlio fcsav- iour’rt life mnouf? the liiilili'aii fihher- uicu and drawn from it a striking los- Hoii for the men and women of the pres ent day. The mbject was “Ronnh Sail ing!,” and the Mark iv, HO, B7, “And there were also with him other little ships, and there arose a great storm of wind. ” Tiberias, Galilee and Gennesaret were three names for the same lake. It lay in it scene of great luxuriance. The sur rounding hills, high, terraced, sloping, gorgt d, were so many hanging gardens of beauty. The streams tumbled down through locks of gray and red lime stone, and Hashing from the hillside bounded to the sea. In the time of our Lord the valleys, headlands and ridges were covered thickly with vegetation, and so great was the variety of climate that the palm tree of the torrid and the walnut tree of rigorous climate were only it little way apart. Mon in vine yards and olive gardens were gathering up the riches for the oil press. The hills and valleys were starred and crimsoned with flowers, from which Christ took liis text, and the disciples learned les sons of patience and trust It seemed as if God hud dashed a wave of beauty on all the scene until it hung dripping from the rocks, the hills, the oleanders. On the back of the Lebanon range the ; glory of the earthly scene was carried up as if to set it in range with the hills ! of heaven. A Ueautiful Sea. No other gem ever had so exquisite a setting as beautiful Gennesaret. The waters were clear and sweet and thick ly inhabited, tempting innumerable nets and affording a livelihood for great pop ulations. Bcthsuidn, ('horaziu and Ca pernaum stood on the hank roaring with wheels of traffic and Hashing with splendid equipages, and shooting their vessels across the lake, bringing mer chandise for Damascus and passing great cargoes of wealthy product. Pleas ure boats of Roman gentlemen and fish ing smacks of the country people, who had come down tocast a net there, pass ed each other with uod and shout and welcome, or side by side swung idly at the mooring. Palace and luxuriant hath and vineyard, tower and shadowy arbor, looking off upon the calm sweet scene as the evening shadows began to drop, andHcnuon, with its head cove red with perpetual snow, in the glow of the set ting sun looked like a white bearded prophet ready to ascend in a chariot of lire. 1 think wo shall have a quiet night! Not a leaf winks in the air or a ripple disturbs the surface of Gennesaret. The shadows of the great headlands stalk clear across the water. The voices of eveuiugtide, how drowsily they strike the ear—the splash of the boatman’s oar, and the thumping of the captured fish on the boat’s bottom, and those in describable rounds which fill the air at nightfall. You hasten up the beach of jo lake a little way, and there you find 'll excitement as of an embarkation. A flotilla is pushing out from the western shore of the lake—not a squadron with deadly armament, not a clipper to ply with valuable merchandise, not piratic vessels with grappling hook to hug to death whatever they could seize, but a flotilla laden with messengers of light and mercy and peace. Jesus is in the front ship. His friends and admirers are in the small boats following after. Christ, by tho rocking of the boat and the fatigues of tho preaching exercises of the day, is induced to slumber, and I see him in the stern of tho boat, with a pillow perhaps extemporized out of a fisherman's coat, sound asleep. The breezes of the lake run their fingers through the locks of the wornout sleep er, and on its surface there riseth and falleth tho light ship, like a child on the bosom of its sleeping mother! Calm night. Starry night. Beautiful night. Run up all the sails, and ply all tho oars, and let the boats—the big boat and the small boats—go gliding over gentle Gennesaret. A Storm Arisen. The sailors prophesy a change in the weather. Clouds begin to travel up the sky and congregate. After awhile, even tho passengers hear the moan of tho storm, which comes on with rapid strides and with all tho terrors of hur ricane ami darkness. The boat, caught in tho sudden fury, trembles like a deer at bay amid the wild clangor of the hounds. Great patches of foam are flung through tho air. Tl») loosened sails, flapping in the wind, crack like pistols. The small boats poised on the white cliff of the driven sea tremble like ocean petrels, and then plunge into tho trough with terrific swoop until a wave strikes them with thunder crack, and over board go tho cordage, the tackling and the masts, and tho drenched disciples rush into tin; stern of tho heat and shout amid tho hurricane, “Master, rarest thou not that we perishV” That great personage lifted his head from tho fish erman's coat and walked out to tho prow of the vessel and looked upon the storm. On all sides were the small bouts tossing in helplessness, and from them came the cries of drowning men. By the flash of lightning I see tho calmness of tho uncovered brow of Jesus and tho spray of the sea dripping from his beard. He lias two words of command —one for the wind, the other for the sea. Ho looks into the tempestuous heav ens and lie cries, “Peace I" and then he looks down into the infuriate waters and ho gays, “Bo still I” The thunders beat a retreat. Tho waves fall flat on fhetr faces. The extinguished stars ro- ■tmll* tbotr torches The foam melts. The storm is dead. And while the crow a. e untangling the cordage and tho ca bles and baling out tho water from tho hold of the ship the disciples stand won der struck, now gazing into the calm sky, now gazing into the calm sea, now ga ,ing into the calm face of Jesus, and whispering one to another, “Whatman- 1 rcr of man is this, that oven the winds and the sea obey him?’’ If (.'liriMt Itc Almaril. 1 learn, first, from this subject that when you are going to take a voyage of any kind you ought to have Christ in the ship. The fact is that those boats would all have gone to the bottom if Christ had nut been there. Now, you are about to voyage out into some new en- terprise—into some new business rela tion. You gro going to plan some great matter (if profit. 1 hope it is so. If you are content to go along in tho treadmill course and plan nothing new, you are uut fulfilling your mission. What yon can do by tho utmost tension of body, mind and soul that y u are bound to do. Yon have no right to be colonel of a regiment if God calls yon to command an army. You have no right to be stoker in a steamer if God commands you to be admiral of the navy. \ r ou have no right to engineer a ferryboat from river bank to river bank if God commands you to engineer a Cunardcr from New York to Liverpool. But whatever enter prise you undertake, and on whatever voyage you start, be sure to take Christ in the ship. Heie tiro men largely pros- pered. The seed of a small enterprise grew into an accumulated and overshad owing success. Their cup of prosperity is running over. Every day sees a com mercial or a mechanical triumph. Yet they are not puffed up. They acknowl edge tho God who grows the harvests and gives them all their prosperity. When disaster comes that destroys oth ers, they are only helped into higher ex periences. Tho coldest winds that ever blew down from snow capped Herinon and tossed Gennesaret into foam and agony could nut hurt them. Let tho winds blow until they crack their cheeks. Let the breakers boom—all is well, Christ is in the ship. Here are other men, tho prey of uncertainties. When they succeed, they strut through the world in great vanity and wipe their feet on tho sensitiveness of others. Dis aster comes, and they aro utterly down. They aro good sailors on a fair day, when tho sky is clear and tho sea is smooth, hut they cannot outri do a storm, j After aw hile the packet is tossed abeam’s : end, and it seems as if she must go ' down with all tho cargo. Push out from | tho shore w ith lifeboat, long boat, shal lop and pinnace. Y’uu cannot save the crew. Tho storm twists off the masts. Tho sea rises up to take down tho ves- ! sol. Down she goes! No Christ in that ship. I speak to young people whoso voyage in life will be a mingling of sunshine 1 and of darkness, of arctic blast and of tropical tornado. You will have many a | long, bright day of prosperity. The i skies clear, the sea smooth. The crow i exhilarant. Tho boat stanch will bound i merrily over the billows. Crowd on all 1 tho canvas. Heigh, ho! Land ahead! But suppose that sickness puts its bitter cup to your lips; suppose; that death overshadows your heart; suppose mis fortune, with some quick turn of tho wheel, hurls you backward; suppose that the wave of trial strikes you athwart ships, and bowsprit shivered, and halyards swept into the sea, and gangway crowded with piratical disas ters, and the wave beneath, and the sky above, and tho darkness around aro fill ed with tho clamor of voices of destruc tion. Oh, then you will want Christ in tho ship! When Storm* Come. I learn, in tho next place, that people who follow Christ must not always ex pect smooth sailing. When these disci ples got into tho small boats, they said: "What u delightful thing this is ! Who would not be a follower of Christ when he can ride in one of these small boats after I lie ship in which Jesus is sail ing?’’ But when the storm came down these disciples found out that following Jesus did not always make smooth sail ing. So you have found out, and so I have found out. If there aro any people who you would think ought to have had agood time in gettingoutof this world, the apostles of Jesus Christ ought to have been the men. Have you ever no ticed how they got out of tho world? St. James lost his head; St. Philip was hung to death against a pillar; St. Matthew was struck to deatli by a hal berd ; St. Mark was dragged to death through tho streets; St. James tho Less had his brains dashed out with a full er’s club; St. Matthias was stoned to death; St. Thomas was struck through with a spear. John Huss in tho fire, tho Albigcnscs, the Waldeuses, tho Scotch Covenanters—did they always find smooth sailing? Why go so far? There is a young man in a store in New York who lias a hard time to main tain his Christian character. All the clerks laugh at him, tho employers in that store laugh at him, and when he )H S liis patience they say, “You are pretty Christian!’’ Not so easy is it for that young man tofollow Christ. If tho Lord did not help him hour by hour, ho would fail. There are scores of young men today w ho would bo willing to tes tify that in following Christ one does not always find smooth sailing. There is a Christian girl. In her homo they do not like Christ. She has hat'd work to get a silent place in which to say her prayers. Father opposed to religion; mother opposed to religion; brothers and sisters opposed to religion. The Christian girl does not always find it smooth sailing when she tries to follow Jesus. But l»e of good heart. As seafar ers, when w inds are dead ahead, by set ting the ship mi starboard tack and brac ing the yards make the winds that op- P<im; the course propel tho ship forward, so opposing troubles, through Christ, veering around tho bowsprit of faith, will waft you to heaven, when, if the winds had been abaft, they might have rocked and sung you to sleep, and while dreaming of the destined jiort of heaven warning and would have gone crashing into tho breakers. No NVeil of l iar. Again, my subject teaches me that good people sometimes get very muck frightened. From tin* tone and innnnei of these disciples as they rushed ink the stern of the ves.-el and woke Christ up, you know’ that they are fearfully scared. And so it is now that you often find good people wildly agitated. “Oh!” says some Christian man, “the infidel magazines, the had m wspapers, the spiritualistic societies, the importation of so many foreign errors, the church of God is g< ling to be lost, the ship is going to founder! The ship is going down!” What are you frightened about? An old lion goes into his cavern to take a sleep, and ho lies down until his shaggy maue covers his paws. Meanwhile tho spiders outside begin to spin webs over the | month of his cavern and say, “That lion cannot break out through this web,” and they keep on spinning tho gossamer threads until they get the mouth of the cavern covered over. “Now,” they say, “tho lion’s done, tho lion’s done.” Aft er awhile tho lion awakes and shakes himself, and lie walks out from the cavern, never knowing there were any spiders’ webs, and with his voice ho shakes tho mountain. Let the infidels and the skeptics of this day go on spin ning their webs, spinning their infidel gossamer theories, spinning them ali over the place where Christ seems to be sleeping. They say : “Christ can never agaiti come out. The work is done. He can never get through this logical web wo have been spinning.” Tho day will come when the Lion of Judah’s tribe will rouse himself and come forth and shako mightily the nations. What then all your gossamer threads? What is a spider’s web to an aroused lion? Do not fret, then, about the world’s going back ward. It is going forward. You stand on the banks of tho sea when tho tide is rising. The almuLao says the tide is rising, but tho wave comes up to a certain point and then it recedes. “Why,” yon say, “tho tide is going back.” No, it is not. The next wave comes up a little higher, and it goes back. Again you say tlie tide is go ing out. And the next time the wave comes to a higher point, and then to a higher point. Notwithstanding all these recessions at last all tho shipping of the world knows it is high tide. Ho it is with the cause of Christ in tho world. One year it comes up to one point, and we are greatly encouraged. Then it seems to go hack next year. We say tho tide is going out. Next year it comes to a higher point and falls hack, and next year it comes to a still higher point and falls hack, hut all the time it is advanc ing, until it shall be full tide, “and the earth shall be full of tho knowledge of God as the waters fill the sea.” “Ecce Dc-Uh.” Again, I learn from this subject that Christ is God and man in the same per son. 1 go into tho back part of that boat, | and I look on Christ’s sleeping face and see in that face the story of sorrow and j weariness, and a deeper shadow comes ! over liis face, and I think he must ho dreaming of the cross that is to come. As I stand on tho hack part of tho boat looking on Ids face I say: “He is a man! He is a man!” But when I see him ! come to tin; prow of tin; boat, and the i sea kneels in his presence, and the winds fold their wings at his command, I say: “Ho is God ! He is God !” The hand that set up tho stormy pillars of tho : universe wiping away the tears of an I orphan ! When I want pity and sympa- ; thy, I go into the hack part of this boat, j and I look at him, and I say: “O Lord ! Jesus, thou weary One, thou suffering j One, have mercy ou me!” “Ecce ho- I mo!” Behold the man! Bu^ when I want courage for tho conflict of life, when I want some one to beat down my ! enemies, win n I want faith for tho great | future, then I come to the front of tho boat and I see Christ standing there in all his omnipotence, and I say, “O Christ, thou who couhlst hush tho storm eau hush all my sorrows, all my temptations, all my fears!” “Eeco De- wrecked magnificent flotillas of pomp and worldly power come down on that Christian soul. All tin; spirits of dark* . ness seem to ho let loose, for it is their last chance. Tho wailing of kindred seems to mingle with tho swirl of tho waters, and tho scream of tho wind and the thunder of the sky. Deep to deep, billow to billow, yet no tremor, no gloom, no terror, no sighing for the dy ing Christian. Tho fact is that from tho back part of the boat a voice sings out, “When thou passest through the waters I will bo with thoe. ” By the flash of the storm tho dying Christian sees that tho harbor is only just ahead. From heavenly castles voices of welcome come over tho waters. Peace drops on tho an gry wave as tho storm sobs itself to rest, like a child falling asleep amid tears and trouble. Christ hath hushed tho tempest. The KherifT* Rune. A deputy sheriff started from tho Re ceiving hospital with two insane men who had been committed to tho asylum at Ukiah. “You had better take some ouo along to help yon unless you want to have some trouble,” sugg< sted one of the po lice surgeons. “Two men I should thing would be too many for you.” “Not much. It is easier to take two men than one. I’ll show you how I do it.” Tho deputy led the man who imagined ho was king of England to ouo side and i confided to him : “Your majesty, that man over there,” indicating the man who thought his head was an eight day clock, “is as cra zy as a bedbug and is liable to hurt some of your subjects if he gets loose. 1 want you to help me take care of him till I can lock him up in the asylum.” “That’s an unseemly occupation for the king of England. Fah ! Atteudant to the insane!” remarked tho disgusted monarch. “But I will do it. I like ad venture. You will take duo precaution to conceal my identity, or your head will be the price of your carelessness.” The deputy whispered to the human clock. “Do you so) that fellow over there?” indicating tho king. “Well, he’s crazy, and if you don't keep your face toward him he’s liable to stop your hands and touch off your alarm. Now, I want you to help mo watch him till I can laud him in tho asylum. Then you can run right along. ” When tho deputy left the hospital, the king and the clock had locked arms and were hanging to each other desper ately. The deputy smoked and read ali the way to Ukiah while tho insane men took care of each other.—Han Francisco ! Post. Recommends Itself “Hood’s Sarsaparilla adapts itself to the tick and well alike. To the aick it is a aure cure and to the well the best safeguard against sickness. My children were we&k and puny. Two of them had ca lls !” Behold tho God ! Tlic IIUHhed Teuiiieiit. I learn also from this subject that Christ can hush the tempest. Homo of you, my hearers, have a heavy load of troubles. Some of you have wept until you eau weep no more. Perhaps God took the sweetest child out of your i house, the one that asked tho most cu rious questions, the ouo that hung around you with greatest fondness. Tho gravedigger’s spade cut down through your bleeding heart. Or perhaps it was the only one that you had, and your soul has ever since been like a desolated castle, where the birds of tho night hoot amid the falling towers and along the crumbling stairway. Or perhaps it was an aged mother that was called away. You used to send for her when you had any kind of trouble. She was in your homo to welcome your children into life, when they died she was there to pity you. You know that tho old hand will never do any more kindness for you, and tho lix;k of white hair that you keep so well in the casket of tho locket does not look so well as it did ou tho day when she moved it buck from tho wrinkled forehead under tho old fashioned bonnet in tho church in tho country. Or perhaps your property has gone. You said, “There, I have so much in bank stock, so much I have in houses, so much I have in lands, so much I have iu securities.” Suddenly it is all gone. Alas! for tho man who once had plenty of money, but who has hardly enough now for tho morning marketing. No storm over swept over Gennesaret liko that which has gone trampling its tiiuuders over your quaking soul. But you awoko Christ in tho back part of tho ship, crying, “Master, carest thou not that I perish?” and Christ rose up mid (minted yiju. Jesus hushing the tempest. There is one storm into which wo must all run. When a man lots go tliis life to tuko hold of tho next, I do not euro how much grace ho has, ho will want it all. What is that out yonder? That is a dying Christian rocked on tho tarrh. Hood’s Sarsaparilla cured them after other remedies failed. I, myself, had been dys peptic for twenty years and sought relief in vain. I resorted to Hood’s Sarsaparilla and have been built up in health. It cured my stomach trouble and my weight has increased from 112 to 140 pounds. Try it ye sufferers from Maine to Califor nia and from the North to the Gulf. Hood’s Sarsaparilla will do you good.” D. P. Smitu, Justice of Peace, Mountain Creek, North Carolina. fl; six for §5. Unnrl’c Dillc wrt°buy.«a»ytotak* rIOOQ 5 r MIS euy in cITuct. riceuu. It’s the Talk Based on facts that your dollar will buy more R. S. LIPSCOMB' Insurance and Real Estate Agt., Merchandise Broker And Dealer in The Celebrated No. 9 Weheler & Wilson Sewing Hachines. Needles and attachments for all different makes of machines. ffjflT’Office over R. A. Jones’ store. Groceries iit Webster’s than at any other store in town. My stock of Fine Candies is up-to-date. Yours for business. W. M. Webster, Jr. July 19, 1895. A Wise InYestment. A policy of insurance in such com panies as the yEtna, Home, Hartford, American Fire and Pennsylvania to protect your home and business from loss and damage by fire is a wise in vestment. I shall be glad to furnish such pro tection at any time. Call before in suring. o. PROOF Corn Wiiiskey, )0( I WILL fnrnish 100 proof Corn * Whiskey in quantities of 4 gallons and 3 quarts at $1.40 per gallon and upwards. Address, J. P. DELLINGER, Dellingers, N. C. Turnip Seed! Told About Dr. Parklinritt. A laugh provoking episode of the late Lexow business is told by a young man who was employed by Lawyer Goff at the lime. It happened in Goff’s office, when Dr. Purkhuist, William Travers Jerome and (ho chief inquisitor were lis- tening to George Appo’s description ot tin; various schemes worked by bunko steeri-rs, Aim Hammers and green goods men. When Appo finished, Golf turned to his de,»k, Jerome picked up a news paper, and Brother Farkhurst gazed ceil- ingward while ho turned over in his mind the ways of the sinners in this wicked world. Appo, who has a purring voice, looked at the good, brave man and said, “1 beg your pardon, doctor.” Ilis reverie was broken, and Appo con tinued: “Could you let me have two tens for a five? I need some change. ” “Certainly, certainly. To bo sure. I guess I’ve got it. Here—yes—two tens —tobosurc. ” With that blaudness bred of a dad 1 of Chinese bleed in his veins, Appo handed the doctor a “fiver,” which was pocketed with scrutiny. Jerome and Goff, who had seen the game, managed to control their feelings until Appo had slipped into the outer office. Brother Farkhurst apparently caught their flushed faces, suddenly jammed his fingers into his vest pocket and pulled out a $5 bill. Ho arose aud found the clever rogue, to whom he ! softly said, “Oh, Mr. Appo, didn’t I give you two $10 bills just now?’’ “Yes, doctor,” replied the childlike product 1 f a swift civilization, “that’s what i asked you for.” Then the laughs broke out, and tho doctor realized that u man who plays with lire is very apt to be scorched.—Fittsburg Dispatch. Fine Assortment!!! w. I’hoiie 21, ISiiglit Oall -47—2 B. DuPRE, Itingg’N. a y 5? V\AV i§^i$y\cc»der7t(r7Surwc^?S c*Jl oy * j. :v. WILL CLOSE OUT THE ENTIRE remnant of my stock of Straw Hats, Ladies’ Oxford ties and Summer Dress Goods an prices lower than you have ever had. The best line of saddles in town, just opened up, at prices from $3.50 to $15. A big lot of double and single barrel Shot Guns, Pistols of all makes, Cartridges of all kinds and calibres always on hand. Respectfully, you e.ruld not havo li(*ard tho cry of ^ surges of death. Winds that ban Weighty Hrieks. The frequency of successful train rob bing has changed the system of casting bricks long in vogue at mining assay offices throughout tho west, and the gov ernment will soon follow the example set. Speaking of tho matter, Colonel John Orolett, formerly mayor at Silver Bow. but now of Butte, Mon., said: . “Assay offices at Helena are now re ceiving large amounts of gold from the northern mines, aud it nearly all conies in big bricks a foot long, 0 inches wide and J inches deep. I recently saw a bar that weighed nearly 150 pounds, being worth, at $20 per ounce, over $:50,000. Tho bullion is now east that vvay to pre vent loss in train robberies. It would be almost impossible for road agents to hide or suddenly carry away such a gi ant bar as that. ”—Sau Francisco Chron icle. Sh)I Lot of a Mortuary Poet In Prussia. A private in tho Pomeranian chas seurs, imperial German army, recently lost liis captain, Franz Abieht, by death. Ho always had had the deepest rever ence for tho captain, and ho voiced his feelings two weeks ago in a poem which ho sent to tho Ulmer Zeitung. The poem was published. As soon as a copy came to tho notice of the commander of the battalion he called tho private to him and told him that tho poem, by its excessive praise of Abieht, implied disre spect of the other superior officers, who outranked the late captain, and there fore was subversive of discipline. The private was sent to tho guardhouse for his sins, and all copies of tho Ulmer Zeitung which hud Leon bought by members of the battalion were seized mid destroyed. Lipscomb. All goods delivered in town. LIMESTONE * SPRINGS WORKS. CARROLL & CO., Lessees. Manufacturers of BUILDING, * PLASTERING * AND » AGRICULTURAL * LIVE, And Dealers In Coal, Shingles, Laths and Plaster Hair. Dymamite, Blasting Powder, Fuse and Dynamite Caps. Cut Prices At J. I. Sarratts. I .vM now offering tny entire stock at prices that will sell to anyone wanting goods. Gents' low cut shoes HOc, Ladies’G0c, Childz 60c and up. Men’s suits, new goods $2.60 and up, I’ants 40c and up, Cof fee (Mbs for $1. Sugar, Rice, Tea, Lard, Meat, Flour, and Tobacco at BOTTOM PRICKS. California Hams 8c, Dove brand 9c. Monazite tools, such as Shovels, Spades, Mattocks, Picks, Ac., cheaper than any one in town. A few Straw Hats left at New York cost. Gent’s shirts Iti^c and up, Suspenders 6c and up. Give rue a call when in town. Respectfully, J* i*