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* way 5 JffE HAND OF CHRIST DR. TALMAGE TELLS WHAT IT WROTE IN THE DUST. Tlir Great Frrartirr<f>ennunc«'H Ityi»o«*rl»j. Slious tlio lujuntlro of (Vmilt'iiuiluK In Woman Sinn That OverlooU<*<t Lsi Mnn Chrlnt'ii Judeuirnt of the Outcoat. ^Copyright. 189!L by American lYcaa Asso ciation.] Washington, July 81.—lu this di#- coumt Dr. Talmago gives heroic treat ment ol a delicate snhject, and »ppli<*f» to modern society tho lesson taught by Christ on a memorable occasion; text, John viii, G, “Jesns stooped down and with his finger wrote on the ground.” You must take your shoes off and put on the especial slippers provided at tho door if you would enter the Mohammed an mosque which stands now where once stood Herod's temple, the scene of my text. Solomon’s temple had stood there, hut Nebuchadnezzar had thun dered it down. Zerubbabel’s temple had stood there, but that had be* n prostrat ed. Now we take our places in a tem ple that Herod built, because he was fond of great architecture, and he want ed the preceding temples to seem insig nificant. Put eight or ten modern cathe drals together, and they would not equal that structure. It covered 19 acres. There were marble pillars sup porting roofs of cedar and silver tables, on which stood golden cups, and there were carvings exquisite and inscriptions resplendent, glittering balustrades and ornamented gateways. Tho building of this temple kept 10,000 workmen busy 4G years. In that stupendous pile of pomp and magnificence sat Christ, and a listening throng stood about him when a wild disturbance took place. A group of incu are pulling and pushing along a woman who had committed a crime against so ciety. When they have brought her in front of Christ, they ask that he sen tence her to death by stoning. They are a critical, merciless, disingenuous crowd. They want to get Christ into controversy and public reprehension. If he say, ‘‘Let her die,” they will charge him with cruelty. If he let her go, they will charge him with being in complic ity withf wickedness. Whichever he does they would howl at him. Chriftt’s Judcineut. Then occurs a scene which has not been sufficiently regarded. He leaves the lounge or bench on which he was sitting and goes down on one knee, or both knees, and with the forefinoger of his right hand ho begins to write in tho dust of the floor word after word. But they were not to be diverted or hinder ed. They kept on demanding that ho settle this caso of transgression until he looked up and told thorn they might themselves begin the woman’s assas- if tho complainant who had never done anything wrong himself would open the lire. ‘‘Go ahead, but bo sure that the man who flings the first missile is immaculate.” Then ho re sumed writing with his finger in tho dust of tho floor word after word. In stead of looking over his shoulder to seo what he had written the scoundrels skulked away. Finally tho whole place is clear of pursuers, antagonists and plaintiffs, and when Christ has finished this strange chirograph}* in tho dust ho looks up and finds tho woman all alone. The prisoner is the only one of the courtroom left, the judges, the police, the prosecuting attorney, having cleared out. Christ is victor, and ho says to tho woman: ‘‘Where are the prosecutors in this case? Are they all gone? Then I discharge you. Go and sin no more. ” I have wondered what Christ wrote on tho ground, for do you realize that is the only time that ho ever wrote at all? I know that Eusebius says that Christ once wrote a letter to Abgurus, the king of Edessa, but there is no good evidence of such a correspondence. The wisest being tho world over saw and tho one who had more to say than any one who ever lived never writing a book or a chapter or a paragraph or a word on parchment. Nothing hut the literature of the dust, aud one sweep of a brush or one breath of a wind obliterated it forever. Among all tho rolls of tho volumes of tho first library founded at Thebes there was not one scroll of Christ. Among the TOO,000 books of tho Alex andrian library, which, by tho infa mous decree of Caliph Omar, were used as fuel to heat the 4,000 baths of the city, not one sentence had Christ penned. Among all tho infinitude of volumes now standing in tho libraries of Edin burgh, tho British museum or Ber lin or Vienna or tho learned reposi tories of all the nations not one word written direcetly by the finger of Christ. All that ho overwrote he wrote in dust, uncertain, shifting dust. Stooping Down. My text says ho stooped down and wrote on the ground. Standing straight up a man might write on the ground with a staff, but if with his fingers he would write in the dust ho must bend clear over. Aye, ho must get at least on one knee, or he cannot write on tho ground. Be not surprised that he stooped down; his whole life was a stooping down. Stooping down from castle to barn. Stooping down from celestial homage to monocratic jeer. From resi dence ulcvo the stars to where a star had to fall to designate his lauding place. From heaven’s front door to the world’s back gate. From writing in round and silvered letters of cousttd*- latinn and galaxy on the blue scroll of heaven to writing on tho ground in tho dust which the feet of the crowd had loft in Herod’s temple. If in January you have ever stepped out of a prince’s conservatory that had Mexican cactus *nd magnolias in full bloom into tho itside air, 10 degrees below zero, you ^ay get some idea of Christ’s change atmosphere from celestial to terres- |ial. How many heavens there are I know not, but there are at least three, for Paul was ‘‘caught up into the third heaven.” THE LEDGER: GAFFKEY, S. C., AUGUST 4. 1838. Christ came dow* from the highest heaven to the second heaven, and down from second heaven to first heaven, down swifter than meteors ever fell, down amid stellar splendors that him- : self eclipsed, down through clouds, through utmosphoups, through appalling ; space, down to where there was no low- i er depth. From 1 icing waited on at the banquet *»f the skies to the broiling of fish for his own breakfast on the banks of the lake. From emblazoned chariots of eternity to the saddle of u mule’s back. From the homage cherubic, se raphic, archangelic, to the paying of 89 h, cents of tax to Caisar. From tho j deathless country to a tomb built to hide human dissolution. The uplifted wave of Galilee was high, but he had to come down before with his feet ho could touch it, aud tho whirlwind that arose above the biHow was higher yet, but he had to come down before with bis lip he could kiss it into quiet. Beth lehem a stooping down. Nazareth a stooping down. Death between two burglars a stooping down. Yes, it was in consonance with humiliations that went before and self abnegations that came after when on that memorable day in Herod’s temple ho stooped down and wrote on tho ground. Ills Finger ou the Ground. Whether the words he was writing were in Greek or Latin or Hebrew I cannot sny, for he knew all those lan guages. But he is still stooping down, and with his finger .writing on the ground, in the winter in letters of crys tals, in the spring in letters of flowers, in summer in golden letters of harvest, ! in autumn in letters of firo on fallen leaves. How it would sweeten up aud enrich aud emblazon this world could we see Christ’s oaligraphy all over it! This world was not flung out into spuco thousands of years ago aud then left to look out for itself. It is still under the divine care. Christ never for a half tve- ond takes his hand off it, or it would soon be a shipwrecked world, a defunct world, an obsolete world, an abandoned world, a dead world. “Let there be light,” was said at tho beginning. Aud Christ stands under the wintry skies aud says let there be snowflakes to en rich the earth, aud under the clouds of spring and says come, ye blossoms, aud make redolent the orchards, and in Sep tember dips the brandies in tho vat of beautiful colors and swings them into the luizy air. No whim of mine is this. “Without him was not anything made that was made. ” Christ writing ou tho ground. If you could see his hand in all tho passing seasons, how it would illumine the world! All verdure aud foliage would bo allegoric, aud again we would hear him say as of old, “Consider tho lilies of the field, how they grow,” and we would not hear in the whistle of a quail or the cawing of a raven or tho roundelay of a brown thrasher without saying, “Behold tho fowls of the air, they gather not in barns, yet your heavenly Father feedeth them,” aud a Dominic hen of the barnyard could not cluck for her brood but we would hear Christ saying as of old, “How often would I have gathered thy children to gether, even as n hen guthcreth her chickens under hmrw*«v**<, ” and through tho redolent hedges wo would hear Christ saying, “I am the rose of Sha ron.” Wo could not dip tho seasoning from tho saltcellar without thinking of the divine suggestion, “Ye are the salt of the earth. Hr* if the salt hath lost its savor it is fit for nothing but to be cast out trodden under foot of men. ” Awahf* From Stupidity. Let ns wake from cur stupidity and take tho whole world as a parable. Then, if with gun aud pack of hounds we start off before dawn, and seo the morning coming down off tho hills to meet ifs, we o*y out with the evangelist, “Tho dayspring from on high hath visited us,” or, caught in a snowstorm, while struggling homo, eye brows and beard and apparel all covered with the whirling flakes, we would cry out with David, “Wash me, aud I shall be whiter than snow.” In a pic ture gallery of Europe there is on the ceiling an exquisttb fresco, but the peo ple having to look straight up it wearied aud dizzied them and bent their necks almost beyond endurance. So a great looking glass was put near the floor, and now visitors only need to look easily down into this mirror and they see th*: fresco at their f«et, and so, much of the high heaven of God's truth i. reflected in this world as in a mirror, and things that aro above are copied by things around us. What right hare we to throw away one of God’s Bibles—aye, the first Bible he ever gave the We talk about the Old Testament and the New Testament, but the oldest Testament contains the lessons of the natural world. Some peo ple like tho Now Testament so well they discard the Old Testament. Shall we like the New Testament aud the Old Testament so well as to depreciate the oldest—utimely, that which was written before Moses was put afloat on the boat of leaves which was calked with as- phaltum or reject the Genesis that was written centuries before Adam lost u rib and gained a wife? No, no! When Deity stoops down and writes on the ground, let us read it I would have no less appreciation of the Bible on paper that comes out of the paper mill, hut I would urge appre ciation of the Bible in the grass, the Bible in the Mind kijk the Bible in the gcmuiuni, the-Bible in the asphodel, the Bible in the dust Some one asked an ancient king whether he had seen the eclipse of the sun. “No,” said he. “I hare so much to study on earth I have no time to look at k«aven. ” Aud if our faculties were all awake in tho study of God we would not have time to go much further than the first grass blada I have no fear that natural religion will ever contradict what we call revealed religion. I have no sympathy with the followers of Aristoth 1 , who after the telescope was invented would net look through it lest it contradict some of the theories of,their great master. I shall be glad to putnpair.st one lid of tho Bible tho microscope and against tho other lid of the Bible tbs telescope. Graphic Words. But when Christ stooped down and wrote on the ground what did he writ* ? Tho Pharisees did not stop to examine. Tlie cowards, whipped of their own con sciences, fled pellmoll. Nothing will flay a man likn an aroused conscience. Dr. Stevens, in his "History of Metho dism, ” says that when Rev. Benjamin Abbott, of olden time::, was preaching ho exclaimed, “For aught I know there may he a murderer in this house. ” Aud a man rose from the assemblage aud started for the door and bawled aloud, confessing to a murder he had oommit- ted 15 years before. Aud no wonder these Pharisees, reminded of thei** sins, took to their heels. But what did Christ write ou the ground? The Bible does not state. Yet as Christ never wrote anything except that once you cannot blame us for want ing to know what he really did write. But I am certain ho wrote nothing triv ial or nothing unimportant. And will you allow me to say that I think I know what he wrote on the ground? I judge from the circumstances. He might have written other things, but, kneeling there in the temple, surrounded by a pack of hypocrites who were a self appointed constabulary and having in his presence a persecuted woman, who evidently was very penitent for her sins, I am snre he wrote two words, both of them graphic and tremendous and reverberating. Aud tho one word was “hypocrisy” and the other word was “forgiveness. ” From the way these Pharisees aud scribes vacated the premises aud got out into the fresh air, as Christ, with just one ironical sentence unmasked them, I know they were first class hypocrites. It was then as it is now. Tho more faults and inconsistencies people have of their own tho more severe aud censorious are they about tho faults of others. Here they are—20 stout men arresting and ar raigning one weak woman! Magnifi cent business to be engaged in! They wanted the fun of seeing her faint away under a heavy judicial sentence from Christ, and tneu, after she had been taken outside of the city and fas tened at the foot of tho precipice, tho scril-es and Pharisees wanted tho satis faction of each coming and dropping a big stone on her head, for that was the style of capital punishment that they asked for. Some people have taken tho responsibility of saying that Christ nev er laughed. But I think as he saw those men drop everything, chagrined, morti fied, exposed, aud go out quicker than they came in, he must have laughed. At any rate it makes me laugh to read of it. All of tlioso libertines, dramatiz ing indignation against impurity! Blind bats lecturing on optics! A flock of crows ou their way up from a carcass, denouncing carrion! Jesus’ Reproof. Yes, I think that one word written on the ground that day by the finger of Christ was tho awful word hypocrisy. What pretensions to sanctity aro the part of those hypocritical Pharisees! When tho fox begins to pray, look out for your chickens. One of tho cruel magnates of olden times was going to excommunicate one of the martyrs, and he began in tho nsual form, "In tho name of God, amen!” "Stop!” said the martyr, “Drn*t say ‘in the name of God!’ ” Yet how many outrages aro practiced under the garb of religion and sanctity! When in synods and confer ences ministers of the gospel are about to say something unbrothcrly and un kind about a member, they almost al ways begin by being ostentatiously pious, tho venom of their assault corre sponding to tho heavenly flavor of the prelude. About to devour a reputation, they say grace before meal. But 1 am sure there was another word in that dust. From her entire manner I am sure thnt arraigned woman was repentant. She made no apology, and Christ in nowise belittled her sin. But her supplicatory behavior and her tears moved him, and when ho stooped down to write on tho ground he wrote that mighty, that imperial word forgiveness. • When on Sinai God wrote the law, he wrote it with finger of lightning on tables of stone, each word ent as by a chisel into tho hard granite surface. But when he writes the offense of this woman he writes it in dust so that it can be easily rubbed out, and when she repents of it—oh, he was a merciful Christ! I was reading of a legend that is told in the far east about him. He was walking through the streets of a city and he saw a crowd around a dead dog. and one man said, “What a loath some object is that dog!” ‘‘Yee,” said another, "his ears are mauled and bleeding.” “Yes,” said another, “even his hide would not be of any use to the tanner.” “Yes,” said another, “the odor of his carcass is Areadful.” Then Christ, standing there, said, “Bnt pearls cannot equal tho whiteness of his teeth.” Then the people, moved by the idea that any one could find anything pleasant concerning the dead dog, said, “Why, this must bo Jesus of Nazareth!” Reproved and convicted, they went away. Surely this legend of Christ is good enough to be true. Kindness in all his words and ways and habits. Forgive ness! Word of 11 letters, and some of them thrones and some of them palm branches. Better have Christ write close to our names that one word, tbougli he write it in dust, than to have our name cut into monumental granite with tho letters that the storms of a .thousand years cannot obliterate. Bishop Bulling* ton had a book of only three leaves. The first leaf was black, the second leaf red, the third leaf white. The black leaf suggested sin, the red leaf atonement, tho white leaf purification. That is the whole story. God will abundantly par don. Man’s Onllt Equal. I must not forgot to say that as Christ, stooping down, with his finger wrote on tho ground it is evident that his sympathies aw with this penitent Woman and that he has no sympathy with her hypocritical pursuers. Just op posite to that is the world’s habit. Why didn’t these unclean Pharisees bring one of the ir own number to Christ for excoriation and capital punishment: No, no. They overlook that in a man which they daiunate in a woman. And so tho world has had for offending wom an scourges and objurgation, and for just one offense she becomes an outcast, while for men whose lives have been sodomic for 20 years the world swings open its door** of brilliant welcome, and they mar sit in high places. Unlike the Christ of ny text, the world writes a man’s misdemeanor in ddst, but chisels a woman’s offense with groat capital* upon ineffaceable marble. For foreign lords and princes whose names cannot even be mentioned in re spectable circles abroad because they aro walking lazarettos of abomination some of our American princesses of for tune wait and at the first beck sail out with them into the blackness of dark ness forever, aud in what are called higher circles of society there is now not only tho imitation of foreign dress and foreign manners, but an imitation of foreign dissoluteness. I like a for eigner, and I like an American, bnt the sickest creature on earth is an American playing the foreigner. Society needs to be reconstructed on this subject Treat them alike, masculine crime aud femi nine crime. If you cut the one in gran ite, cut them both in granite; if you write the one in oust, write the other in dust. “No, no, ” says the world; “let woman go down and let man goup. ” What is that I hear plashing into tho Hudson or Potomac at midnight? And then there is a gurgle as of strangula- tiou, and all is still. Never mind. It i« only a woman toa discouraged to live. Let the mills of the cruel world grind right ou. Literature of tho Du«t. But while I speak of Christ of th* text, his stooping down writing in the dust, do not think I underrate the liter ature of the dust. It is the most tre mendous of all literature. It is the greatest of all libraries. When Bayard exhumed Nineveh, he was only opening the door of its mighty dust. The exca vations of Pompeii have only been the unclasping of tho lids of a volume of a nation’s dust When Admiral Farragut and his friends visited that resurrected city, the house of Balbo, who had been one of its chief citizens in its prosperous days, was opened, and a table was spread in that house which 1,810 years had been buried by volcanic eruption, and Farragut aud his guests walked over the exquisite mosaics and under tho beautiful fresco, and it almost seem ed like being entertained by those who 18 centuries ago had turned to dust. Oh, this mighty literature of tho dust! Where are the remains of Sen nacherib and Attila aud Epuminondas and Tamerlane aud Trajan and Philip of Maeedon and Julius Ctesar? Dust! Where are tho heroes who fought on both sides at Chierouea, at Hastings, at Marathon, at Cressy, of tho 110,000 men who fought at Agincourt, of the 250,000 men who faced death at Jena, of the 400,000 whose armor glittered in the sun, at Wagram, of the 1,000,000 men under Darius at Arliela, of the 2,041,000 men under Xerxes at Ther mopylae? Dust! Where are the guests who danced the floors of tho Alhambra or the Persian palaces of Ahasuerus? Dust! Where arc the musicians who played, or tho orators who spoke, aud the sculptors who chiseled, and the architects who built in all tho centuries except our own? Dust! Where arc the most of the hooks that once entranced the world? Dust! Pliny wrote 20 hooks of history. All lost. The most of Me nander’s writings lost. Of 180 comedies of Plautus, all gone but 20. Euripides wrote 100 dramas, all gone but 19. JEschylus wrote 100 dramas, all gone but seven. Varro wrote the Laborious biographies of 700 Romans, not a frag ment left Quintilian wrote his favorite hook on thecorruptiou of eloquence, all lost. Thirty bocks of Tacitus lost Dion Cassius wrote 80 books, only 20 remain. Berosius’ history all lost. Where there is one living book there aro a thousand dead books. The greatest library in the world, that which has the widest shelves and longest aisles and the most multitudinous volumes and tho vastest wealth is the underground library. It is tho royal library, the continental library, tho hemispheric library, the planetary library, tho library of tho dust, and all these library cases will bo opened, aud all tbese scrolls unrolled, and all these volumes unclasped, and as easily usqin your library or mine we take up a book, blow the dust off of it and turn over its pages, so easily will the Lord of the resurrection pick out of this library of dust every volume of hu man life and open it and road it and display it, and the volumo will be re bound, to bo set in the royal library of the King's palace or in the prison library of the self destroyed. The Candle Id the Wlodow. Oh, this mighty literature of the dust. It is not so wonderful, after all, that Christ chose, instead of an ink stand, the impressionable sand on the floor of an ancient temple, and, instead of a hard pen, put forth his forefinger, with the same kind of nerve and muscle and bone and flesh us that which makes up our own forefinger, and wrote the awful doom of hypocrisy, aud full and complete forgiveness for repentant sin ners, even the worst. We talk about tho ocean of Christ’s mercy. Put four ships upon thnt ocean and let them sail out in opposite directions for a thousand years, and seo if they con find tho shore of tho ocean of the divine mercy. Let them sail to the north and the south and the east and the west, and then aft er tho thousand years of voyage let them come back aud they will report, “No shore, no shore to the ocean of God's mercy!" And now I can believo that which 1 read, how that u mother tyqit burning a caudle in the window every night for ten years, and one night, very late, a poor waif of tho street entered. The aged woman said to her, “Sit down by the fire,” and tho stranger said, “Why do you keep that light in the window?” Tho aged woman said: “That is to light my wayward daughter when she re turns. Since she went away, ten years ago, my hair has turned white. Folks blame me for worrying about her, but you see I am htr mother, and some time^ half a dozen times a night, I open the door and look out into Ibo darkness and cry, ‘Lizzie, ’ ‘Lizzie!' But I must not tell you any more about my trouble, for I guess, from the way you cry, you have trouble enough of your own. Why, how cold and sick you seem! Oh, my, can it be? Yes, you aro Lizzie, my own lest child! Thank God that you arc home again!” Aud what a time of rejoicing there was in that bouse that night. Aud Christ again stooped down, aud in the ashes of that heart, now lighted up, not more by tho great blazing logs than by the joy of a reunited household, wrote the same lib erating words that had been written more than 1,800 years ago in the dust of the Jerusalem temple. Forgiveness! A word broad enough and high enough to let pass through it all the armies of heaven, a million abreast, on white horses, nostril to nostril, flank to flank. AUSTRALIA’S MONTE CARLO. 3 ■ -yA- A Remarkable Gambling Scheme That In Called the Tatternall’s Streep. Tho Australian race lottery, in which Mr. Stoddart, captain of the English cricketers, won $6,500 the other day, is one of tho most extraordinary gambling schouiee in the world. It is best known as “Tattersall’s sweep” and has been in existence for many years at tho antip odes. The breath of scandal has never touobed it, aud the “drawings” for the bigger events are supervised by a com mittee of leading citizens and pressmen of tho city in which it is at the time lo cated. George Adams, the organizer, makes it a business to get up sweeps on all tho chief Australian races, and, Giving to tho strong support he receives, is en abled to give prizes that even singly would be taken as modest fortunes by most people. It has been estimated that during a twelvemonth run $7,500,000 of the public’s money passes through Ad ams’ bauds. Take the Melbourne cup, for instance. On this race the big sweep is 100,000 subscribers at $5 each, and the price for drawing the horse that wins the cup is $150,000. Tho holder of the second horse ticket receives $37,500, and $12,- 500 goes to the third horse ticket. In addition, some thousands of pounds are distributed among those who get horses, whether they start in the race or not, and thfere are hundreds of cash prizes, ranging from $500 to the modest "fiver” each. On this race there will be other sweeps at prices to suit tho most hum ble contributor. Two consultations, as they are termed, of 50,000 at half a sovereign each, aud one of 100,000 at 5 shillings each. All through tho year racing is going on in Australia, where tho horse is idolized, and nearly every week there is a sweep. As mentioned previously, no doubt has ever been cast ou tho honesty of tho organizer, who deducts 10 per cent from all tho winnings so as to re coup himself for his expenditure and exertion. Ho employs as many clerks as a largo bank, spends thousands of pounds an nually in advertising and now holds in his possession nearly £250,000 worth of unclaimed prizes. Legislation has time after time been put into force to wipe out “Tatter sall’s,” but without success. Tho New South WAles government by act of par liament drove Adams from Sydney, and he without delay settled in Brisbane. After 12 months’ location there the Queensland parliament did tho same thing, aud Hobart was tho next site re moved to aud where tho sweeps aro merrily conducted now under the patron age in person of the prominent citizens. The Australian postal laws compel that all letters containing value must ho reg istered, and it layi been stated that Tat tersall’s brings $50,000 per annum in revenue to tho coffers of the colony where its officers aro.—London Mail. Or tut Dritalu'ii Navy. In answer to the alarm raised by Lord Charles Beresford in connection with tho relative strength of the British and other European navies, the Westminster Gazette publishes figures to show that whatever may have been tho ease a short time ago, England will soon be in a ppsitioato hold the sea even against the combined navies of France, Russia and Germany. Tho writer points out that ships built before 1880 are now of very little account as fighting factors. It is shown also that between 1880 aud 1890 Great Britain neglected her navy to an astonishing degree. In that time she built only 13 battleships and 12 ernisers, against the 22 battleships aud 10 cruisers launched in France, Ger many and Russia. It is in tho recent decade, however, that she is making rapid strides in naval power. For these ten years, between 1890 and 1900, her building programme includes 32 battleships aud 42 cruisers, against 37 cruisers of France, Germany aud Russia. In torpedo boats she is not much richer than the throe powers, but she possesses an enormous advantage in torpedo boat destroyers. Doctors Can’t Cure It! Contagious blood poison is absolutely beyond the skill of the doctors. They may dose a patient for years on their mercurial and potash remedies, but le a-ill never be rid of the disease; on the 3iher hand, his condition will grow Readily worse. 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