The ledger. [volume] (Gaffney City, S.C.) 1896-1907, March 17, 1898, Image 5
THK TEDOEK: GAFFNEY, S. C., MAUCH 17, I8!)8.
THE WORLD TO COME.
REV. DR. TALMAGE PICTURES LIFE EE- l
YOND THE GRAVE.
Martyrdom of Stcptieu the Theme For
an Able Sermon — GlinipneN of Heaven |
Through the Eyes of the Great Prci.cb- j
cr—The Eternal Sleep.
ICopyrlBht, 1S98, by American Press Arso- j
elation.]
WAsniKUTON, March 18.—-The dis- !
conrsH of Dr. Talmagu which wo send
out is a vivid story of martyrdom and a
rapturous view of the world to come; |
text, Acts vii, Cd-RO, “Behold 1 see the
heavens opened,” etc.
Stephen had been preaching a rousing
sermon, and tho people could not stand i
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. Tho only way I
to silence this man was to knock the |
breath out of him. So they rushed
Stephen out of the gates of the city, and
with curse and whoop and bellow they !
brought him to the cliff, as was the cus
tom when they wanted to take away life
by stoning. Having brougbt him to tho
edge of the cliff, they pushed him off.
After he had fallen they came and look- j
ed down, and seeing that ho was not yet
dead they began to drop stones upon
him, stone after stone. Amid this hor
rible rain of missiles Stephen clambers
up on his knees and folds bis hands,
while tho blood drips from his temples
to his cheeks, from his cheeks to his
garments, from his garments to the
ground, and then, looking up, be makes
two prayers—one for himself and one
for his murderers. “Lord Jesus, receive
my spirit;” that was for himself.
“Lord, lay not this sin to their charge;”
that was for his assailants. Then from
pain and loss of blood he swooned away
and fell asleep.
Tho Martyr’s Vision.
I want to show you today five pic
tures — Stephen gazing into heaven,
Stephen looking at Christ, Stephen
stoned, Stephen in his dying prayer
and 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 mcmentsof heaven, should
be gazing into it. Wc would all do well
to be found in the sumo posture. There
is enough in heaven to keep us gazing.
A man of large wealth may have stat
uary in the hall and paintings in the
sitting room and works of art in all
parts of the house, but he has tho chief
pictures in tho art gailery, and there
hour after hour you walk with cata
logue and glass and ever increasing ad
miration. Well, heaven is the gallery
w’here God has gathered tho chief treas
ures of his realm. The whole universe
is his palace. In this lower room where
we stop there are many adornments, tes
sellated floor of amethyst, and on tho
winding cloud stairs are stretched out
canvases on which commingle azure and
purple and saffron and gold. But heav
en is the gallery in which the chief glo
ries are gathered. Thero are the bright
est robes. There are the richest crowns.
There aro the highest exhilarations.
John says of it, “The kings of the earth
shall bring their honor and glory into
it.” And 1 see the procession forming,
and in the line come all empires, and
tho stars spring up into an arch for the
hosts to march under. The hosts keep
step to the sound of earthquake and the
pitch of avalanche from the mountains,
and the flag they bear is the flame of a
consuming world, and all heaven turns
out with harps and trumpets and myriad
voiced acclamation of angelic dominion
tow’elcome them in, and so the kings of
the earth bring their honor and glory
into it. Do you wonder that good peo
ple often stand, like Stephen, looking
into heaven? Wo have many friends
there.
Friends In Heaven.
There is not a man in this house to
day so isolated in life but thero is some
one in heaven with whom he once shook
hands. As a man gets older the number
of his celestial acquaintances very rap
idly multiplies. We have not had one
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 the sea, we stand on the dock
or on the steam tug and watch them,
and after awhile the hulk of the vessel
disappears, aud then there is only a
patch of sail on the sky, and soon that
is gone, and they are all out of sight,
and yet we stand looking in the same
direction, so when our friends go away
from us into the future world we keep
looking down through the Narrows, and
gazing aud gazing, as though we ex
pected that they would come out and
stand on some cloud and give us one
glimpse of their blissful and transfigur
ed faces.
While you long to join their com-
pauiouship and the years and the days
go with such tedium that they break
your heart, and the viper of pain and
sorrow and bereavement keeps gnawing
at your vitals, you st^ud still, like
Stephen, gazing into heaven. You won-
• der 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 the myriad delights they have,
they care ns much for you ns they used
to when they gave you a helping hand
and put their shoulder under your bur
dens. You wonder if they look any older,
an4 sometimes in the evening tide, when
the house is all quiet, you wonder If
you should call them by their first name
if they would not answer, and perhaps
sometimes you do make tho experimeirt,
and when no one but God and yourself
are there you distinctly call their names
aud listen aud sit gazing into heaven.
Keelns Christ.
Pass on now aud see Stephen looking
apou Christ My text says he saw the
Son of Man at the right hand of God.
Jost how Christ looktd in this world,
just how ho looks in heaven, wo cannot
say. A writer in tho time of Christ
says, describing the Saviour’s personal
appearance, that he had blue oyos and
light complexion, and a very graceful
structure, but I suppose it was all guess
work. Tho painters of tho different ages
have tried to imagine the features of
Christ and put them upon canvas, but
we will have to wait until with our
own eyes wo see him and with our own
ears we can hear him. And yet there
is a way of seeing and hearing him
now. I have to tell you that unless yon
see aud Imar Christ on earth you will
never see and bear him in heaven. Lock!
There he is! Behold tho Lamb of God!
Can you not see him? Then pray to God
to take tbo scales off ycur eyes. Look
that way—try to look that way. His
voice comes down to you this day—
coikes down to tho blindest, to the deaf
est soul, saying, “Look unto me, all ye
ends of the earth, and lie ye saved, for I
am God, aud there is none else." Proc
lamation of universal emancipation for
all slaves! Proclamation of universal
amnesty for all rebels! Belshazzar gath
ered the Babylonish nobles to his table;
George I entertained the lords of Eng
land at a banquet; Napoleon III wel
comed the czar of Russia aud the sultan
of Turkey to his feast; tbo emperor of
Germany was glad to have our minis
ter, George Bancroft, sit down with him
at his table, but tell me, ye who know
most of the world's history, what other
king ever asked the abandoned aud the
forlorn and tbo wretched and the out
cast to come end sit beside him?
Oh, wonderful invitation! You can
take it today and stand at the head of
the darkest alley in any city aud say :
“Come! Clothes for your rags, salve for
your sores, a throne for your 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 thing. I must see him.
I must look upon that face once clouded
with my sin, but uow radiant with my
pardon. I want to touch that baud that
knocked off my shackles. 1 want to hear
that voice which pronounced my deliv
erance. Behold him, little children, for
if you live to threescore years and ten
you will see none so fair. Behold him,
ye aged ones, for he only can shine
through the dimness of your failing
eyesight. Behold him, earth. Behold
him, heaven. What a moment when all
the nations of the saved shall gather
around Christ! All faces that way. All
thrones that way, gazing on Jesus.
His worth if all the nations know
Bure tlv. whole earth would love him too.
Defctti of a Martyr.
I pass on uow and look at Stephen
stoned. The world bus always wanted
to get rid of good men. Their very life
is an assault upon wickedness. Out with
Stephen through the gates cf tho city.
Down with him over the precipices.
Let every man come up aud drop a
stone upon his head. But these men did
not so much kill Stephen as they killed
themselves. Every stone rebounded
upon them. While these murderers
were transfixed by the scorn of all good
men, Stephen lives in the admiration
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 every
body likes him. Show me any ouo who
is doing all his duty to state or church,
and J will show’ you men who utterly
abhor him.
If all men speak well of you, it is be
cause you are either a laggard ora dolt.
If a steamer makes rapid progress
through the waves, the water will boil
and foam all around it. Brave soldiers
of Jesus Christ will hear the carbines
click. When I see a man w ith voice and
money and influence all on the right
side, and some caricature him, and some
sneer at him, and some denounce him,
and men who pretend to be actuated by
right motives conspire to cripple him,
to cast him out, to destroy him, I say,
“Stephen stoned.”
When 1 see a man in some great mor
al or religious reform battling against
grogshops, exposing wickedness in high
places, by active means trying to puri
fy the church aud batter the world’s es
tate, aud I find that some of the news
papers anathematize him, and men,
even good men, oppose him aud de
nounce him, because, though be does
good, he does not do it in their way, 1
say, "Stephen stoned. ” The world, with
infinite spite, took after John Frederick
Oberlin and Paul and Stephen of the
text. But yon notice, my friends, that
while they assaulted him they did not
socceed really in killing him. You may
assault a good man, but you cannot kill
him.
The Way to the City.
On the day of bis death Stephen spoke
before a few people in the sanhedrin,
now headdresses all Christendom. Paul
tho apostle stood on Mars hill address
ing a handful of philosophers who knew
not so much about science as a modern
schoolgirl. Today be talks to all the
millions of Christendom about‘the won
ders of justification and the glories of
resurrection. John Wesley was howled
down by the mob to whom ho preached,
and they throw 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 the
great father of Methodism. Booth’s bul
let vacated tho presidential chair, bnt
from that spot of coagulated blood on
the floor in tho box of Ford’s theater
there sprang up the uow life of a nation.
Stephen stoned, but Stephen alive.
Bass on uow and see Stephen in his
dying prayer. His first thought was not
how tho stones hurt his head nor what
would become of bis bo4y. His first
i thought was about his spirit. “Lord
Jesus, roccivo my spirit.” The murder
er standing on the Uhpdoor, tho black
cup being drawn over his bead before
the execution, may grimace about tbo
future, hut you aud 1 have no shame in
confessing some anxiety about where
we are going to come out You are not
all body. There is within yon a soul. 1
see it gleam from your eyes, and I see
it irradiating your oouuteuaac« Home-
times I am abashed before an audience,
not because I come under their physical
eyesight, but because I realize tbo truth
that I stand before so many immortal
spirits. Tho probability is that your
body will at last find a sepulcher In 1
some of tho cemeteries that surround
your town or city. There is no doubt |
bnt that your obsequies will bo decent
and respectful, and you will be able to I
pillow your head under the maple or
the Norway spruce or the cypress or the
blossoming fir. But this spirit about
which Stephen prayed—what direction
will that take? What guide will escort
it? What gate will open to receive it?
What cloud will be cleft for its path
way? After it has got beyond the light
of our sun will there be torches lighted
for it tho rest of the way? W r ill the
soul have to travel through long deserts
before it reaches the good land? If we
should lose our pathway, will there be !
a castle at whose gate we may ask the
way to the city? Oh, this mysterious
spirit within us! It has two wings, bus
it is in a cage now. It is locked fast to
keep it, but let tho door of this cage
open the least ond that soul is cff.
Eagle’s wing could not catch it. The
lightnings aro not swift enough to take
up with it. When the soul leaves tho
body, it takes 50 worlds at a bound.
And have I no anxiety about it? Have
you no anxiety about it?
Stephen's Prayer.
I do not care what you do with my
body when my soul is gone, or whether
you believe in cremation or inhuma
tion. I shall sleep just as well in a
wrapping of sackcloth as in satin lined
with eagle's down. But my soul—before
this day passes I will find out where it
will land. Thank God for the intima
tion of ray text, that when wo die Jesus
takes us. That answers all questions for
me. What though there were massive
bars between hero and the city of light,
Jesus could remove them. What though
there were great Saharas of darkness,
Jesus could illume them. What
though I get weary on the way, Christ
could lift me on his omnipotent shoul
der. What though there were chasms tc
cross, his hand could transport me.
Then let Stephen’s prayer be my dying
litany, “Lord Jesus, receive my spirit.”
It may be in that hour we will bo toe
feeble to say a long prayer. It may be
in that hour we will not be able to say
the Lord’s Prayer, for it has seven pe
titions. Perhaps we may bo too feeble
even to say the infant prayer our moth
ers taught us, which John (Quincy Ad
ams, 70 years of age, said every night
when he put his head upon his pillow:
Now 1 lay mo down to sleep.
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
Wo may bo too feeble to employ ei
ther of these familiar forms, but tbi-
prayer of Stephen is so short, is so con
cise, is so earnest, is so comprehensive,
we surely will be able to say that—
“Lord Jesus, receive my spirit.” Oh,
if that prayer is answered, how sweet
it will be to die! This world is clovei
enough to us. Perhaps it has treated u;
a great deal better tbau we deserve tc
be treated, but if on the dying pillow
there should break the light of that bet
ter world we shall have no more regret
about leaving a small, dark, damp
house for one large, beautiful and capa
cious. Tbj|t dying minister in Philadel
phia, some years ago, beautifully de
picted it when in the last moment he
threw up his hands and cried out, "1
move into tho light.”
A Working Chrlatian.
Pass on now, and I will show you one
more picture, aud that is Stephen
asleep. With a pathos and simplicity
peculiar to the Scriptures the text says
of Stephen, “He fell asleep.” “Ob,”
you say, “what a place that was to sleep!
A hard rock under him, stones falling
down upon him, the blood streaming,
the mob howling. What a place it wai
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 chid
work had been to care for the poor.
How many loaves of bread be distribut
ed, how many bare feet be had sandal
ed, how many cots of sickness and dis
tress ho blessed with ministries of kind
ness and love, I do not know, but from
the way he lived, and the way hi
preached, aud the way he died I know
he was a laborious Christian. But that
is all over now. He has pressed the cu(
to the last fainting lip. He has taken
the last insult from his enemies. Tbi
last stone to whose ernsbing weight hi
is susceptible has been burled. Stephen
is dead. The disciples come. They take
him up. They wash away the blood
from the wounds. They straighten out
the bruised limbs. They brush back tbi
tangled hair from the brow, and then
they pass around to look upon the calm
countenance of him who had lived foi
the poor and died for tho truth. Stephen
asleep!
I have seen the sea driven with th<
hurricane until the tangled foam caught
in the rigging, and wave rising above
wave seemed as if about to storm the
heavens, and then I have seen the tempest
drop, and the waves crouch, aud every
thing become smooth and burnished
as though n camping place for the gloriei
of heaven. So. I have seen a man whose
life has been tossed aud driven uomiug
down at last to an infinite calm in
which there was the hush of heaven’*
lullaby.
Stephen asleep! I saw such a ono.
H'^ougbt all bis days against poverty
an? against abuse. They traduced his
name. They rattled ut the doorknob
while ho was dying with duns for debts
he could not pay, yet the peace of God
brooded over W« pillow, and while the
world faded heaven dawned, and the
deepening twilight of earth’s night was
only the opening twilight of heaven's
morn. Not a sigh; not a tear; not a
struggle. Hush! Stephen asleep I
At tlie Luat.
I have not tho faculty to tell the
weather. I can never tell by tbo setting
sun whether thero will be a drought or
not 1 cannot tell by the blowing of the
wind whether it will be fair weather or
foul on the morrow. But I con prophesy,
and I will prophesy, what weather it
will bo when yon, tho Christian, come
to dio. You may havo it very rough
now. It may Lo this week ono annoy
ance, tbo next another annoyance. It
may be this year one bereavement, tbo
next another bereavement. Before this
year has passed you may have to beg for
bread or ask for a scuttle of coal or a
pair of shoes, but at the last Christ will
come in and darkness will go out, and
though there may bo no baud to close
your eyes, and no breast on which to rest
your dying head, ond no caudle to lift
the night, the odors of God's hanging
garden will regale your soul, and at
your bedside will halt the chariots of
the King. No more rents to pay, no
more agony because flour has gone up,
no more struggle with “tbo world, the
flesh and tho devil, ” but peace—long,
deep, everlasting peace. Stephen asleep!
Asleep in Jesus! Blessed sleep,
From which none ever wnko to woopl
A calm and undisturbed repose.
Uninjured by tho last of foes.
Asleep in Jtsusl Far from thee
Thy kindred and their graves may be,
But there is still a blessed sleep
From which none ever wake to weep.
You have seen enough for ono morn
ing. No one can successfully examine
more than five pictures in a day.
Therefore we stop, having seen this
clu.-ter of divine Raphaels — Stephen
gazing into heaven, Stephen looking ut
Christ, Stephen stoned, Stephen in bis
dying prayer, Stephen asleepi
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Not Andover alone, but tho country
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their united action in reducing theii
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$8,500.
Indian ridge will henceforth remain
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Home interesting facts Mring on tbe
size aud weight of tbe brain wore given <
recently by Hir William Turner. In tht
case of Europeans the average brain
weight is from 40 ounces to 50 onneet
in man and from 44 ounces to 45 ounce* '
in woman. It is iutoreeting to note thal ,
even in newborn children the boys him
bigger beads aud heavier brains than
the girls. The brains of a number ol
men of ability and intellectual distinc- <
tion have been weighed and ascertained
to be from 55 onncee to 00 ounces. In o
few exoeptiouul cases, as in the brain*
of Cuvier and Dr. Abercrombie, the
weight has been more than 60 ounces,
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Dirkens* Copy.
A brief examination of those precious
bundles of paper shows that even the j
scrupulous Dickens was not always ;
wont to hark back or to recast hia
thoughts. Look at the bold, free hand
of “Oliver Twist,” evidently going at
express rate, aud compare it with the j
painfully minute characters of “Edwin
Drood.” It is open at the last page tho
great man ever wrote, a blue slip al
most square, in blue ink, resembling an
inky fishing net (to use a graphic ex
pression which he applied to some man
uscript of a contributor after he bad I
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novel for which all the world was wait- 1
ing. Nevertheless it is not difficult to j
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averted.
At this critical time the creat
kidney strenxthc nlmru.«l restora
tive power of Prklily Ash Bitters
Is urgently demanded. This rom-
mmiiii'i DfSEiSEBS
ody contains nil of tho best cura
tive agents that, ex
perience has found to
,i>e valuable In the.
treatment of kidney
diseases It hasn four
fold effect. The kid-
Eueysare healed and str.mmhen
'ed, the liver Is regulated, tin
stomach toned up.and tho t ow
els cleansed. The result < >t which
Is the resumption of functional
processes and early restoration
L ot health.
Piles Si . oo Per Pottle.
Sold by
ALL DRUGGISTS.
r-^Therokee DrugC.).. Special Agents.
Notice.
The books of McArthur & Sams and of M"-
A ’ f bur. Tankersley & Sums are in t he liaixla
of .1. <’. Jefferies. Esq., who is empowered *i»
collect accounts due. Parties owing woulil
do well to call and settle and save suit.
W. F. McArtbitk.
1-20-tf K. O. Sams.
That heritage of rich and poor, has saved
many a life. For Throat and Lung affections
it is invaluable. It never fails to cure Cough,
Cold, Croup and Whooping-Cough. DR. BULL’S
COUGH SYRUP is the best. Price 25 cents.
Chew LANGE'S PLUGS.The Great Tobacoo An!-ote.lOc. Dealers or mail,A.C.Meyer A Co., Balto.,H«t.
CANDY
CATHARTIC
CURE CONSTIPATION
ALL
DRUGGISTS
Financial Report of the Town of Gaffney City, S. C.
Receipts ami expenditures of the Town of Gaffney, 8. 0^
beginning Apr. 1st, 18%, and ending Mar. 5th, 1898.
HECEIPTS.
Balance from former Treasurer
Fines
License
Cotton Weighing
Scavenger
< 'emetery
Taxes
Dispensary
Merchandise and Miscellaneous
Notes and Bonds
Excess and Shortage
EXPEXD1TTRES.
S ftlC.57 Police
1,01.*>.75 Charity
4WI.50 Lumber
377 .f>0 .Scavenger
11-.44 Merchandise and Miscellaneous
. M.00 Livery ami Feed
. S.OlB.ils Salary Intendant and Cle. k
1,121.11 M imagers of Election
17.70 Refunded Tax
12,813.47 Streets and Supplies
1.02 Electric Lights
Advertising and Stationery
Telephone
New County Expenses
Notes and Bonds
Uniforms
Attorney Salary
City Hall
Balance Due by Clerk
By Balance
$ 1.079 JT
14*
1I52*
4<UX
4W.-S
M.»
527*
11 m
<inat
M lit
iff) ns
32.4*
2.«a».lfc
4.2X1.44
iac*
504*
. 3.0*12*
10ft J*
7.115.7*
«22,uoi,:d
Mch. 1. 18!<7. Balance in Treasury..$ 7,115.75
Balance in Treasury
Balance Due by Clerk
Fines
License
Cotton Weighing
Scavenger
r esaetery
Taxes ..
widens ary
N> v» s and Bonds
E fccsa and Shortage..
...» $ 7415.75 Police
106.88 Cbaritj
65s.no MeichaiiUise and Miseeliaueous
417.M) Livery and Feed
357.55 Salary Inteudent and Clerk
55.18 St reels and Supplies
85.00 Electric Llgbta.
3,900.23 Advertising and Stationery...
527.44 New County Expenses
481.uo Notes and Bomis
20 Attorney Salary
City iiafi
Uniforms
Muli. 5. By Balance
*?KL~I3.! 1 /
fajiauii*.
$ or*
UUk
17437
WJ*
l.HftMC
U64.27
«7sr
37X4*
7X5*
4.83S46
3M.«
2.7K4.I*
Mch. 5,1898. Balance In Treasury... Yl5.7IM.86
Wc hereby certify that the above statome it b correct.
J, A. ( ahboll, Treat.
L. Raker, Town Clerk.
M. G. MONTGOMERY,§<-
RTA
AIN1>
FURNITURE DEALER.
Plain and Fancy Furniture at Rock Rottom Prices for CaJli or
on Installment Plan. Our Undertaking Department is the Most
Complete in the City. Orders will Receive Prompt and Courteous
Attention.
Mr. A. R. Gaines is still with me and Mill continue to serve 1m
patrons in the future at in the past.
M. G. MONTGOMERY.
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