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i? THE'WEEKL'TLEDGER; GAFFNEY, S. C., NOVEMBER 7, 1885. HUMBLE WORKERS. KEV. DR. TALMAGE SPEAKS FOR MOD- m EST CHRISTIAN EFFORT. ffot Opportnnlty «n<l Arcopipll'hnu'nt, but Genuine Effort the Rtnndnrd of Coil's Justice—A Word For the Nobodles In Life’s Battle. Washington, Nov. 8.—Dr. TaImago today preached his second sennou siuco eoming to the national capital. If possi ble, the audience was even larger than laat Snnday. Tho subject was “The Disabled,” the text selected being I Samusl xxx, 24, “As his part is that goeth down to th« battle, so shall his fort be that tarrieth by tho stuff. ” If yon have never seen an army fhange quarters you have no idea of the •mohnt'of baggage—20 loads, 60 loads, 100 loads of Luggage. David and his army were about to start on a double quick march for the recovery of their •aptured families from tho Amalokitcs. So they left by the brook Desor their blankets, their knapsacks, their bag- * R R* * D< 1 their carriages. Who shall be \ detailed to watch this stuff? There are -r'VUers, and wounded soldiers, ai d ^TLifr* 10 aie D0t ab *° t0 g0 0n expedition, but who are work, and so they are i watch the baggage. There is rsoldicr who is not ftrong enough rch SO miles in a day and then ge into a ten hours’ fight who is F with drawn sword lifted against r shoulder to pace up and down as a itiuel to keep off an enemy who might it the torch to the baggage. There are 100 of those crippled and aged wounded ftoldiers detailed to watch the baggage. Borne of them, 1 suppose, had bandages across the brow’, and some of them had their arms in slings, and some of them walked on crutches. They were not cow ards shirking duty. They had fought in many a fierce battle for their country and their God. They are now part of the time in hospitul and part of the time on garrison duty. They almost cry because they cannot go with the other troops to the front. While these senti nels watch the baggage the Lord watches tho sentinels. Taken by Surprise. There is quite a different scene being •nacted in the distance. The Amalek- ites, having ravaged and ransacked and xobbed whole countries, are celebrating their success in a roaring carousal. Some of them uro dancing on the lawn with wonderful gyration of heel and toe, and some of them are examining the spoils of victory—the finger rings and earrings and necklaces, the wrist lets, the headbands, diamond starred, and the coffers with coronets and carne- lians and pearls and sapphires and emer alds and all the wealth of plate, and jewels and decanters, and the silver and the gold hanked up on the earth in princely profusion, and tho embroid eries, and tho roles, and the turbans, and the cloaks of an imperial wardrobe. The luuqnet has gone on until the ban queters are maudlin and weak and stu pid and indecent and loathsomely drunk. What a time it is now for David and his men to swoop on them. So tho English lost the battle of Bannockburn because tho night before they were in wassail and bibulous celebration, while the r ffotch were in prayer. So tho Syrians rere overthrown in their carousal by he Israelites. So Chedorlaoincr and his army were overthrown in their carousal by Abraham and his men. So in our eivil war more than once tho battle was lost because one of tho generals was clrr: Now is the — for David and his men to swoop upon these carousing Amalekites. Some of the Amalekites are hacked to pieces on the spot, some of them are just able to go staggering and hiccoughing off the field, some of them crawl on camels and speed off in tho distance. David and his men gather to gether tho wardrobes, the jewels, and put them upon the backs of camels and into wagons, and they gather together the sheep and cattle that had been stol en and start back toward the garrison. Yonder they come, yonder they come. The limping men of the garrison come out and greet them with wild huzza. The Bible says David sainted them-— that is, ho asked them how they all were. “How is your broken arm?” "How is your fractured jaw?” “Has the stiffened limb been unlimbered?” “Have you had another chill?” “Are yon getting better?” He saluted them. But now came a very difficult thing, the distribution of tho spoils of victory. Drive up those laden camels now. Who shall have the spoils? Well, some selfish sonl suggests that these treasures ought all to belong to those who had been out in active service. “Wo did nil the fight ing while these men stayed at home in the garrison, and we ought to have all the treasures. ” Bnt David looked into the worn faces of these veterans who had stayed in tho garrison, and he looked around and saw how cleanly everything had been kept, and he saw that the bag gage was all safe, and ho knew that these wounded and crippled men would gladly enough have been at tho front if they had been able, and tho little gen eral looks up from under his helmet and says, “No, no, let ua have fair piny,” and he rushes up to one of these men and he says, “Hold your hands to gether,” and tho hands are held to gether, and he fill:- them with silver. And he msbes up to another man who was sitting away back and had no idea of getting any of the spoils, and throws a Babylonish garment over him and fills his hand with gold. And ho rushes up to another man who had lost all his property in serving God and his country years before, and he drives up some of the cattle and some of the sheep that they had brought back from the Amal- ekitea, and he gives two or three of the cattle and three or four of tho sheep to this poor man, so he shall always he fed and clothed. He sees a man so emaciated and worn out and sick he needs stimu lants, and be gives him a little of tha Wine that he brought from the Amalek- to* y wider ie • wan wha has ap petite for the rough rations of the army, and he gives him a rare morsel from the Amalekitish banquet, and the 200 crip pled and maimed and aged soldiers who tarried on garrison duty got jnst as much of the spoils of battle ns any of the 200 men that went to the front. “As his part is that geeth down to tho bat tle, so shall his part bo that tarrieth by tho stntf. ’’ The Stay at Homes. The Impression is abroad that the Christian rewards are for those who do conspicuous service in distinguished places—great patriots, great preachers, great philanthropists. But my text sets forth the idea that there is just as much reward for a man that stays at home and minds his own business, and who, crippled and unable to go forth and lead in great movements and in the high places of tho earth, does his whole duty just where he is. Garrison dnty ns im portant and as remunerative as service at the front. “As his part is that goeth down to the battle, so shall his part be that tarrieth by tho stuff.” Tho Earl of Kintore said to mo in an English railway, “Mr. Talmage, when you get back to America I want yon to preach a sermon on the discharge of or dinary duty in ordinary places, und then send me a copy of it.” Afterward an English clergyman, coming to this land, brought from the Earl of Kintore the same message. Alas, that before I got ready to do what he asked me to do the good Eurl of Kintore had departed this life! But that man, surrounded by all palatial surroundings, and in a distin guished sphere, felt sympathetic with those who had ordinary duties to per form in ordinary places and in ordinary ways. A great many people are diseour- agod when they hear the story of Moses, and of Joshua, and of David, and of Luther, and of John Knox, and of Deb orah, and of Florence Nightingale. They say, “Oh, that was all good and right for them, but I shall never be called to receive the law on Mount Sinai, I shall never be called to com mand tbo snn and moon to stand still, I shall never be called to slay a giant, I shall never preach on Mars hill, I shall never defy the diet of Worms, I shall never be called to make a queen tremble for her crimes, I shall never preside over a hospital. ’ ’ There are women who say, “If I had as brilliant a sphere as those people had I should be as brave und an grand, bnt my business is to get children off to school, and to hunt up things when they are lost, and to see that dinner is ready, and to keep account of the household expenses, and to hinder tho children from being strangulated by the whoop ing cough, and to go through all the an noyances and vexations of housekeep ing. Oh, my sphere is so infinitesimal, and so insignificant, I am clear discour aged. ” Woman, God places you on gar rison duty, and your reward will bo just as great ns that of Florence Nightingale, who, moving so often night by night with a light in her hand through the hospitals, was called by the wounded the “lady of tho lamp.” \ T our reward will be just as great as that of Mrs. Hertzog, who hnilf and endowed theo logical seminary buildings. Your re ward will be just us great as that of Hannah More, who by her excellent books won for her admirers Garrick and Edmund Burke and Joshua Reynolds. Rewards are not to bo given according to the amount of noise you make in the world, nor even according to tho amount of good yon do, but according to whether you work to your full capacity, accord ing to whether or not you do your full duty in the sphere where God has jdaced you. Another Clai>* of Worker*. Suppose you give to two of your chil dren errands, and they are to go off to make purchases, and to cue you give and to the other yon give $20. Do you reward tho boy that you gave $20 to for purchasing more with that amount of money than tho other boy purchased with $1? Of course not. If God give wealth or social position or eloquence, or twenty times the faculty to a man that he gives to tho ordinary man, is ho going to give to tho favored man a re ward because ho has mere power and more influence? Oh, no. In other words, if you and I were to do onr whole duty, and you have twenty times more talent than I have, you will get no more divine reward than I will. Is God going to re ward you because ho gave yon more? That would not bo fair; that would not be right. These 200 men of tho text who fainted by tho brook Besor did their whole duty. They watched tho baggage, they took care of the stuff, and they got as much of the spoils of victory as the men who went to the front. “As hii part is that goeth down to tho battle, so shall his part be that tarrieth by the stuff.” There is high encouragement in thia for nil who have great responsibility and little credit for what they do. You know the names of the great commercial houses of these cities. Do you know the names of the confidential clerks—tho men who have tho key to the safe, the men who know the combination lock? A distingnished merchant goes forth at tho watering place, and he flashes past, and you say, “Who is that?” “Oh,” re plies some one, “don’t yon know? That is the great importer; that is the great banker; that is the great manufacturer.” The confidential clerk has his week off. Nobody notices whether he comes or goes. Nobody knows him, und after awhile his week is done, and he aits down again at his desk. Bnt God will reward his fidelity just as much as he recognizes the work of the merchant philanthropist whose investment this unknown clerk so carefully guarded. Hudson River railroad, Pennsylvania railroad, Erie railroad, Now York and New Haven railroad—business men know tho names of tbo presidents of these roads and of the prominent direc tors, but they do not know the names of tho engineers, tho names of the switch men, tho names of the flagmen, the names of the brukemen. These men Lave awful responsibilities, and some times, through the recklessness of anen- giueer or the nnfaithfuloeM of a switch man, it has brought to mind the faith fulness of nearly all tho rest of them. Some men do not have recognition of their services. They have small wages and much complaint. I very often ride upon locomotives, and I very often ask tho question, as wo shoot around some curve or under some ledge of rocks, "How much wag°s do yon get?” And I »m always surprised to find how little for such vast responsibility. Do you suppose God is not going to recognize that fidelity? Thomas Scott, the presi dent of tho Pennsylvania railroad, going up at death to receive from God his des tiny, was no better known in that hour than was known last night the brake- man who, ou the Erie railroad, was jammed to death amid the car couplings. “As his part is that goeth down to tho battle, so shall his part bo that tarrieth by the stuff. ” Tarrying by the Staff. Once for 80 hours we expected every moment to go to tho bottom of tho ocean. Tho waves struck through the skylights and rushed down into the hold of tho ship and hissed against tho boilers. It was an awful time, but by tho blessing of God and the faithfulness of tho men in charge we came out of the cyclone, and wo arrived at home. Each one be fore leaving tho ship thanked Captain Andrews. I do not think there was a man or woman that went off that ship without thanking Captain Andrews, and when, years after, I heard of his death, I was impelled to write a letter of con dolence to his family in Liverpool. Ev erybody recognized the goodness, the conrage, the kindness of Captain An drews, but it occurs to me now that we never thanked the engineer. He stood away down in tho darkness, amid the hissing furnaces, doing his whole duty. Nobody thanked the engineer, bflt God recognized his heroism and his continu ance and his fidelity, and there will be just as high reward for tho engineer who worked ont of sight as the captain who stood on tho bridge of tho ship in tbo midst of tho howling tempest. “As his part is that goeth down to tho bat tle, so shall his part bo that tarrieth by tho stuff. ” A Christian woman was seen going along tho edge of a wood every even tide, and tho neighbors in tho country did not understand how a mother with bo many cares and anxieties should waste so much time ns to be idly saun tering ont evening by evening. It was i found out afterward that she went there to pray for her household, and while there one evening she wrote that beauti ful hymn, famous in all ages for cheer ing Christian hearts: I love to steal awhile away From every cumbering care And spend the hours of setting day In humble, grateful prayer. Shall there bo no reward for such un pretending, yet everlasting service? Clear back in tho country there is a boy who wants to go to college and get an education. They call him a book worm. Wherever they find him—in tho barn or in tho house—ho is reading a book. “What a pity it is,” they say, “that Ed cannot get an education 1” His father, work as hard as bo will, can no more than support tho family by tho product of the farm. One night Ed has retired to his room, and there is a fam ily conference about him. The sisters say: “Father, I wish you would scud Ed to college. If you will, we will work harder than we ever did, and wo will make our old dresses do.” The mother says: “Yes; I will get along without any hired help. Although I am not as strong as I used to be, I think I can get along without any hired heljj. ” Tho fa ther says, “Well, I think by husking corn nights I can get along without any assistance.” Sugar is banished from the table, butter is banished from the plate. That family is pnt down ou rigid—yea, suffering—economy that tho boy may go to college. Time passes on. Com mencement day has come. Think not that I mention an imaginary case. God knows it happened. Commencement day has come, and the professors walk in on the stage in their long gowns. Tho interest of tho occasion is passing on, and after awhile it comes to a climax of j interest ns tho valedictorian is to he in- j trodneed. Ed has studied so hard and worked so well that ho has had tho hon- : or conferred upon him. There are rounds of applause, sometimes breaking into vociferation. It is a great day for Ed. But away back in tho galleries are his sisters in their plain hats and their fad ed shawls, and tho old fashioned father and mother—doa; me, she has not had a new hat for six years; he has not had a new coat for six years—and they get up and look over ou the platform, and they laugh and they cry, and they Bit down, and they look pale, and then they are very much flushed. Ed gets the garlands, and tho old fashioned group in tho gal lery have their full share of tbo tri umph. They have made that scene pos sible, and in the day when God shall more fully reward self sacrifices made for others he will give grand and glor ious recognition. “As his jjart is that goeth down to the battle, so shall his part to that tarrieth by the stuff.” The Has Heens. There is high encouragement in this subject also for those who once wrought mightily for Christ and tho church, but through sickness or collapse of fortune or advanced years cannot now go to the front. These two hundred men of the text were veterans. Let that man bare bis arm and show how themuscles were torn. Let him pull aside the turban and see the mark of a battleax. Pnll aside the coat and see where tho spear thrust him. Would it have been fair for those men, crippled, weak and old by the brook Besnr, to have no share in the spoils of triumph? I was iu tho Soldiers’hospital in Paris und I saw there some of the men of the first Napoleon, and 1 asked them where they had fought under their great commander. On* man said, “I was at Austerlitz. ” Another man said, “I was at the Pyramids. ” Another man said, “I was iu tho awful retreat from Moscow.” Another man said, “I was at the bridge of Lodi.” Some of them were lame, they were all aged. Did the Fi bach government torn off those old soldiers to die In want? No. Their last days were spent like princes. Do you > think my Lord is going to turn off his old soldiers because they are weak and worn and because they fainted by the brook Besor? Are they going to get no part of the spoils of llie victory? .Inst lock nt them. Do yon think those crev ices in the face are wrinkles? No. They are battle scars. They fought against sickness, they fought against trouble, they fought against sin, they fought for God, they fought for the church, they fought for the truth, they fought for heaven. When they had plenty of mon ey their names were always on the sub scription list. When there was any hard work to bo done for God they were ready to take tho heaviest part of it. When there came a great revival they were ready to pray all night for the anxious and tho sin struck. They were ready to do any work, endure any sacri fice, do the most unpopular thing that God demanded of them. But now they cannot go further. Now they have phys ical infirmities. Now their head trou bles them. They are weak and faint by the brook Besor. Are they to have no share iu the triumph? Are they to get none of the treasures, none of tho spoils of conquest? You must think that Christ has a very short memory if you think he has forgotten their services. Fret not, ye aged ones. Just tarry by the stuff and wait for your share of the spoils. Yonder they are ccmiug. I hear tho bleating of the fat lambs, and I see tho jewels glint iu tho sun. It makes me laugh to think how you will bo sur prised when they throw a chain of gold over your neck and tell you to go iu and dine with tho king. I see you backing out because yea feel unworthy. The shining ones come up ou tho one side i and the shining ones come up on the ; other side, and they push you on, and they push yon up, and they say, “Here is an old soldier of Jesus Christ,” and the shining ones will rush ont toward i you and say, “Yes; that man saved my soul,” or they will rush out and say, ; “Oh, yes; she was with me in tho last f sickness!” And then the cry will go 1 round the circle: “Como iu, come in, come in, come up! We saw you away down there, old and sick and decrepit and discouraged because you could not go to the front, but ‘As his part is that goeth down to tho battle, so shall his part bo that tarrieth by the stuff. ’ ” The Veterans and the Nobodies. There is high consolation also in this for aged ministers. I see somo cf them hero today. They sit in pews iu our churches. They used to stand iu pulpits. Their hair is white with the blossoms of tho tree of life, their names marked on the roll cf the general assembly, or of tho consociation, emeritus. They some times hear a text announced which brines to mind a sermon they preached 50 years ago on the same subject. They preached more gospel on $400 a year than somo of their successors preach ou $1,000. iSome Sunday tho old minister is in a church, and near by in another pew there are a husband and a wife and a row of children. And after tho benedic tion tho lady comes up and says, “Doc tor, you don’t know me, do you?” “Well,” he says, “your face isfamiliar, but 1 cannot call you by name.” “Why,” she says, “you baptized me, and you married me, and you buried my father and mother and sisters. ” “Oh, yes,” ho says. “My eyesight isn’t as good as it u.-cd to be.” They are in all our churches—the heroes of 1820, tho heroes of 1882, tho heroes of 1857. By the long grave trench that ent through half a century they have stood sounding tbo resurrection. They have been in more Balaklavas and havo taken more Sevastopol than you ever heard of. Sometimes they get a little fretful be cause they cannot bo at tho front. They hear tho sound of the battle and the old war horse champs his bit. But tho 00,- 000 ministers of religion this day stand ing iu tho brunt of the fray shall have no moro reward than those retired vet erans. “My father, my father, tho chari ots of Israel and tho horsemen thereof.” “As his part is that goeth down to tho battle, so shall his part be that tarrieth by the stuff. ” Cheer up, men and women of unap preciated services. You will get your reward, if not here, hereafter When Charles Wesley comes up to judgment, and tbo thousands of souls which were wafted into glory through his songs shall bo enumerated, ho will take his throne. Then John Wesley will come np to judgment, and after his name has been mentioned in connection with the salvation of tho millions of souls brought God through tho Methodism which he founded ho will take his throne. Bnt between the two thrones of Charles Wesley and John Wesley there will be a throne higher than either, on which shall sit Susannah Wesley, who, with maternal consecration iu Epworth rectory, Lincolnshire, started those two sonls on their triumphant mission of sermon and song through all following ages. Oh, what a day that will bo for many who rotrked Christian cradles with weary foot, and who patched wornout garments and darned Books, and ont of a Email income mado the children com fortable for tbo winter. What a day that will ha for those to whom the world gavo the cold shonlder and called them nobodies and begrudged them the least recognition, and who, weary and worn and sick, fainted by the brook Besor. Oh, that will bo a mighty day when the Sou of David shall distribute among them the garlnnds, the crowns, the ecep- ters, tho chariots, tho thrones. And then it shall ho found cat that all who on earth serve d God in inconspicuous spheres receive just as much reward as those who filled the earth with uproar of achievement. Then they shall under stand the height, the depth, tho length, the breadth, tho pillared and domed magnificence rf my text, “As his part is that goeth diown to the battle, bo shall his part he that tarrieth by the stuff.” Thereis nothing' that wears out a fine face like tho vigi ls of the curd table and these cutting prasions which attend . them.—Steele. From Inf c- V C My daughter w*s trouble ula. A swelling f*r**4 i / r’nr 'J sorof- • of her bn#?:* •. I< ' i- f; ad t-.« . Kl-j .-id • cf hi: he- ". ! c: .*• ' lbs txoubla continued ten years and she lost the hear ing In that ear. After an attack of ty- . hold fever ah* was l*fk very weak. 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