1 THE LEDGER: GAFFHEY, S. C., NOVEMBER ii, 1898. . — — GOD’S SECOND GIFT. DR. TALMAGE SAYS THE WORLD IS TOO MUCH WITH US. l,ICe In Good, font I,lfe In Xot Gnd*« hrrntfMt Gift—Mini Crlon, I,ike Cn- leb'n Dauichtor, For I lie 1'iiper SpriiiKM—The Uetter I.if>. ICopyright, 189S, by American Press Asso ciation.! WASiiiNaxoN, Nov. 20.—Takinp for his text an oriental scene seldom no ticed, Dr. Talmage disensses tho su pernal advantages of religion for this world and the next; text, Joshna xv, 19: “Thou bast given me a sonth land; give me also springs of water. And he gave her the upper springs and tho nether springs.” The city of Debir was tho Boston of antiquity—a great place for brain and books. Caleb wanted it, and he offered his daughter Achsah as a prize to any one who would capture that city. It was a strange thing for Caleb to do, and yet the man that could take the city would have, at any rate, two elements of manhood—bravery and patriotism. Besides, I do not think that Caleb was as foolish in offering his daughter to the conqueror of Debir as thousands in this day who seek alliances for their children with those who have large means without any reference to moral or mental acquirements. Of two evils I would rather measure happiness by the length of the sword than by tho length of tho pocketbook. In one case there is sure to be one good element of char acter; in the other there may bo none at all. With Caleb’s daughter as a prize to fight for, General Otliniel rode into the battle. Tho gates of Debir were thundered into the dust, and tho city of books lay at the feet of tho conquerors. Tho work done, Utbuiel comes back to claim his bride. Having conquered the city, it is no great job for him to con quer the girl’s heart, for however faint hearted a woman herself may bo sho always loves courage in a man. I never law an exception to that. Tho wedding festivity having gone by, Othniel and Achsah are about to go to their new home. However loudly the cymbals may clasli and tho laughter ring, parents are always sad when a fondly cherished daughter goes off to stay, and Achsah, tho daughter of Ca leb, knows that now is tho time to ask almost anything sho wants of her fa ther. It seems that Caleb, tho good old man, had given as a wedding present to his daughter a piece of land that was mountainous, and, eloping southward toward tho deserts of Arabia, swept with some very hot winds. It was called “a south land.” But Achsah wants an addition of property; sho wants a piece of land that is well watered and fertile. Now it is no wonder that Caleb, stand ing amid tho bridal party, his eyes so full of tears because she was going away that ho could hardly see her at ail, gives her more than sho asks. Sho eaid to him: “Thou hast given mo a sonth land; give mo also springs of wa ter. And ho gave her tho upper springs and tho nether springs.” t . * *' Tlie Desert of Sorrow. The fact is that as Caleb, the father, gave Achsah, tho daughter, a south laud, so God gives to us his world. I am very thankful ho has given it to us. Bnt I am like Achsah in tho fact that I am not satisfied with tho portion. Trees and flowers and grass and blue skies are very well in their places, but he who has nothing bnt this world for a portion has no portion at all. It is u mountain ous land, sloping off toward tho desert of sorrow, swept by fiery siroccos; it is “a south land,” a poor portion for any man that tries to put his trust in it. What has been your experience? What has been tho experience of every man, of every woman, that has tried this world for a portion? Queen Elizabeth, amid tho surroundings of pomp, is un happy Lecnuso the painter sketches too minutely tho wrinkles on her face, and sho indignantly cries out, “You must strike off my likeness without any shadows!” Hogarth, at tho very height of his artistic triumph, is stung almost to death with chagrin because tho painting he had dedicated to the king does not seem to bo acceptable, for Georgo II cries out: “Who is this Ho garth? Take his trumpery out of my presence.” Brinsley Sheridan thrilled tho earth with his eloquence, hut had for his last words, “I am absolutely undone. ” Wal ter Scott, fumbling around the inkstand, trying to write, says to his daughter: “Oil, take mo hack to my room! There is no rest for Sir Walter but in the grave!” Stephen Girard, tho wealthiest man in his day, or at any rate only sec ond in wealth, says: “I live tho life of a galley slave. When I arise in the morning, my one effort is to work so hard that I can sleep when it gets to be night.” Charles Lamb, applauded of all tho world, in the very midst of his lit erary triumph says: “Do yoti remem ber, Bridget, when we used to laugh from the shilling gallery at the play? There are now no good plays to laugh at from the boxes. ” But why go so far as that? I need to go no farther than your street to find an illustration of what I am saying. Dick me out ten successful worldling! —and you know whet I mean by thor oughly successful worldlings—pick me out ten successful worldlings and you cannot find more than one that looks happy. Caro drags him to business; care drag's him hack. Take your stand at 2 o’clock at tho corner of the streets and see the agonized physiognomies. Your high officials, your hankers, your insur ance men, your importers, your whole salers and your retailors as a class—as u class, are they happy? No. Cure dogs their steps, and making no appeal to God for h< lp or comfort many of them are tossed every whither. How has it been with you, my hearer? Are you more contented in the house of 14 rooms than you were in tho two rooms you had in a house when you started? Have you not had more care and worrinieut since you won that #&0,C0U than you did before? Some of the poorest men I have ever known have been those of great fortune. A man of small means may be put in great business straits, but the ghastliest of all embarrassments is that of the man who has large es tates. Tho men who commit suicide be cause of monetary losses are those who cauuot bear the burden any more be cause they have only $50,000 left The Vanltlen of Life. On Bowling Greeu, New York, there is a house where Talleyrand used to go. He was a favored man. All the world know him, and ho had wealth almost unlimited. Yet at the close of his life he says, “Behold, 83 years have passed without any practical result, save fa tigue of body and fatigue of mind, great discouragement for the future and great disgust for the past” Ob, my friends, this is a “south land,” and it slopes off toward deserts of sorrows, and the prayer which Achsah made to her fa ther Caleb wo make this day to our Fa ther God: “Thou hast given me a south land; give me also springs of water. And he gave her the uppsr springs and the nether springs.” Blessed be God, we have more ad vantages given ns than we can really appreciate! Wo have spiritual blessings offered us in this world which I shall call the nether springs and glories in tho world to come which I shall call the upper springs. Where shall I find words enough threaded with light to set forth the pleasure of religion? David, unable to describe it in words, played it on a harp. Mrs. Hemans, not finding enough power in prose, sings that praise in a canto. Christopher Wren, unable to de scribe it in language, sprung it into the arches of St. Paul’s. John Bunyan, un able to present it in ordinary phrase ology, takes all tho fascination of alle gory. Handel, with ordinary music un able to reach the height of the theme, rouses it up in an oratorio. Oh, there is no life on earth so happy as a really Christian life! Ido not mean a sham Christian life, but a real Christian life. Where there is a thorn there is a whole garland of roses. Where there is one ^roau there are three doxologies. Where there is one day of cloud there is a whole season of sunshine. Take tho humblest Christian man that you know —angels of God canopy him with their white wings; the lightnings of heaven are his armed allies; the Lord is his Shepherd, picking out for him green pastures by still waters. If ho walk forth, heaven is his bodyguard. If ho lie down to sleep, ladders of light, angel blossoming, are let into his dreams. If ho bo thirsty,'tho potentates of heaven are his cupbearers. If ho sit down to food, his plain table blooms into the King’s banquet. Men say, “Look at that odd fellow with the wornout coat.” Tho angels of God cry, “Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates, and let him come in!” Fastidious pooplo cry, “Get off my frout steps!” Tho doorkeepers of heaven cry, “Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the king dom!” When becomes to die, though ho may bo carried out in a pine box to tho potter’s field, to that potter’s field tho chariots of Christ will como down, and tho cavalcade will crowd all the boulevards of heaven. I bless Christ for tho present satisfac tion of religion. It makes a man all right with reference to tho past; it makes a man all right with reference to the future. Oh, these nether springs of comfort! They are perennial. Thu foundation of God standeth sure having this seal, “The Lord kuowetb them that are his,” “The mountaius shall depart and tho hillj be removed, but my kind ness shall not depart from thee, neither shall tho covenant of my peace be re moved, saitb the Lord, who hath mercy upon thee.” Oh, cluster of diamonds set in burnished gold! Ob, nether springs of comfort bursting through all the valleys of trial and tribulation! When you see, you of the world, what satisfaction there is,on earth in religion, do you not thirst after it as tho daugh ter of Caleb thirsted after tho water springs? It is no stagnant pond, scum med over with malaria, but springs of water leaping from tho Rock of Ages! Take up one cup of that spring water and across the top of the chalice will float the delicate shadows of the heav enly wall, tho yellow of jasper, the green of emerald, the hluo of sardonyx, the fire of jacinth. Tin* Source of llnppineMN. I wish I could make yon understand tho joy religion is to some of us. It makes u man happy while he lives and glad when ho dies. With two foot upon a chair and bursting with dropsies, I heard an old man in tho poorhousa cry out, “Bless tho Lord, oh, my soul!” I looked around and said, “What has this man got to thank God for?” It makes the lame man leap as a hart, and the dumb sing. They say that tho old Puri tan religion is a juicelees and joyless religion, but I remember reading of Dr. Gowdwin, tbe celebrated Puritan, who in his last moment said: “Is this dy ing? Why, my bow abides in strength! I am swallowed up in God!” ‘‘Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace.” Oh, you who have been trying to satisfy yourselves with tho “south land” of this world, do you not feel that you would, this morning, like to have access to the nether springs of spiritual comfort? Would you not like to have Jesus Christ bend over your cradle and bless your table and heal your wounds and strew flowers of consolation all up and down the graves of your dead? ’Tw roliftion that cun p>lvo Hwoetest pleiMtircs while we live. 'TN reltgion nan supply {Sweetest comfort when we ilio. But 1 have something better to tell you, suggested by this text. It seems that old Father Caleb on the wedding day of ids daughter wanted to make her just as happy as iHissihlo. Though Otli niel was taking her away and his heart was almost broken because she was go ing, yet bo gives her a “south land;” not only that, hut tho nether springs; not only that, but the upper springs. O God, my Father, I thank thee that thou hast given mo a “south land” in this world and tho nether springs of spiritual comfort in this woild; but, more than all, I thank thee for the up per springs in heaven! The Gntes Ajar. It is very fortunate that we canot see heaven until we get into it. O Chris tian man, if you could see what a place it is we would never get you hack again to the offige, or store, or shop and the duties you ought to perform would go neglected! lam glad I shall not see that world until I enter it. Suppose we were allowed to go on an excursion in to that good land with the idea of re turning. When we got there and heard tbe song and looked at their raptured faces and mingled in tho supernal socie ty, we would cry out: “Let us stay! Wear© coming here anyhow. Why take the trouble of going back again to that old world? We are here now. Let ns stay!” And it would take angelic vio lence to put us out of that world if once we got there, but as people who cannot afford to pay for an entertainment some times come around it and look through the door ajar, or through the openings in the fence, so we come and look through the crevices into that good land which God has provided for us. Wo can just catch a glimpse of it. We como □ear enough to hear the rumbling of the eternal orchestra, though not near enough to kuow who blows tbe cornet or who fingers the harp. My soul spreads out both wings and claps them in triumph at tho thought of those up per springs. One of them breaks from beneath tho throne. Another breaks forth from beneath the-altar of the tem ple. Another, at the door of “the house of many mansions.” Upper springs of gladness! Upper springs of light! Up per springs of love! It is no fancy of mine. “The Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall lead them to living fountains of water.” O Saviour divine, roll in upon onr souls one of those anticipated raptures! Pour around tho roots of the parched tongue ouo drop of that liquid life! Toss before our vision those fountains of God, rainbowed with eternal victory! Hear it! They are never sick there; not so much as a headache or twinge rheumatic, or thrust neuralgic. Tho in habitant never says, “I am sick.” They are never tired there. Flight to farthest world is only the play of a holiday. They never sin there. It is as easy for them to be holy as it is for us to sin. They never die there. You might go through all tho outskirts of tho great city and find not one place where tho ground was broken for a grave. The eyesight of tho redeemed is never blurred with tears. There is health in every cheek. There is spring in every foot. There is majesty on every brow. There is joy in every heart. There is hosanna on every lip. How they must pity us as they look over and look down and see us and say, “Poor things away down in that world!” And when some G’hrisfian is hurled into a fatal accident, they cry: “Good! He is coming!” And when we stand around tho couch of some loved one whose strength is going away and wo shako our heads forebodingly they cry: “I’m glad ho is worse. He has been down there long enough. There, he is dead! Come home! Come home!” Oh, if we could only get our ideas about that future world untwisted, our thought of transfer from hero to there would bo as pleasant to us as it was to a little child that was dying. She said, “Papa, when will I go home?” And he said, “Today, Florence.” “Today? So soon? I am so glad!” Tin* Day of Deliverance. I wish I could stimulate you witn these thoughts, O Christian man, to tho highest possible exhilaration! Tho day of your deliverance is coming—is com ing, rolling on with tho shining wheels of the day, and tho jet wheels of tho night. Every thump of tho heart is only a hammer stroke striking off another chain of clay. Better scour tho deck and coil tho rope, for harbor is only six miles away. Jesus will como down tho Narrows to meet you. “Now is your salvation nearer than when you be lieved." Man of tho world, will you not today make a choice between these two por tions, between tho “south laud” of this world, which slopes to tho desert, and this glorious land which thy Father offers thee, running with eternal water courses? Why let your touguo ho con sumed of thirst when there are tho nether springs and the upper springs— comfort boro and glory hereafter? You uud I need something better than this world can give us. Tho fact is that it cannot give ns anything after awhile. It is a changing world. Do you know that even tho mountains on tho buck of a thousand streams are leaping into tho valley. The Alleghuuies are dying. The dews with crystalline mallet are ham mering away the rocks. Frosts and showers and lightnings are sculpturing Mount Washington and the Catskills. Niagara every year is digging for itself u quicker plunge. The sea all around the earth on its shifting shores is mak ing mighty changes in bar uud hay and frith and promontory. Some of tho old scaooastH are midland now. Off Nan- tucket, eight feet below low water murk, are found now the stumps of trees, showing that th« waves are conquering tho land. Parts of Nova Scotia are sink ing. Ships today sail over what, only a little while ago, was solid ground. Near the month of tho St. Croix river is an island which, in tho movements | of the earth, is slowly hut certainly ro tating. All the face of tho earth ( hang ing—changing. In 1831 an island springs up in the Mediterranean sea. In IHGG another island comes up under the observation of the American consul as ho looks off from tho bouoh. The earth all the time changing, tho columns of a temple near Dizoli show that the water has risen nine feet above tho place it was when these columns were put down. Changing! Our Colorado river, once vaster than the Mississippi, flowing through tho great American desort, which was then an Eden of luxuriance, bus now dwindled to a small stream creeping down through a gorge. The earth itself, that was once vapor, after ward water—nothing but water—after ward molten rock, cooling off through tho ages until plants might live and animals might live and men might live, changing all the while, now crumbling, now breaking off. Tim sun, burning down gradually in its socket. Chang ing, changing, an intimation of the last great change to como over the world even infused into tho mind of the heutbeu who has never seen the Bible. The End of the Earth. The Hindoos believe that Brahma, the creator, once made all things. He created the water, then moved over the water, out of it lifted the laud, grew the plants and animals and men on it. Out of his eye went tbe sun. Out of his lips went the fire. Out of his ear went tho air. Then Brahma laid down to sleep four ibousaud three hundred and twenty million years. After that they say, ho will wake up, and then the world will be destroyed, and be will make it over again, bringing up land, bringing up creatures upon it, then ly ing down again to sleep four thousand three hundred and twenty million years, then waking up and destroying the world again—creation and demolition following each other, until afti?r three hundred and twenty sleeps, each one of these slumbers four thousand three hun dred and twenty million years long, Brahma will wake up and die and the universe will die with him—an intima tion, though very faint, of the great ebaugo to come upon this physical earth spoken of in tho Bible, but while Brahma may sleep our God never slum bers nor sleeps, uud the heavens shall pass away with a great noise, and the elements shall melt with fervent heat, and tho earth and all things that are therein shall be burned up. “Well, ” says some one, “if that is so, if tho world is going from one change to another, then what is tho use of my toiling for its betterment?” That is tho point on which I want to guard you. I do not want you to become misan thropic. It is a great and glorious world. If Christ could afford to spend 33 years on it for its redemption, then you can afford to toil and pray for tho betterment of the nations and for tho bringing on of tho glorious time when all people shall see the salvation of God. While therefore I want to guard you against misanthropic notions in re spect to this subject I have presented, I want you to take this thought homo with you: This world is a poor foun dation to build on. It is a changing world, and it is a dying world. The shifting scenes and the changing sands are only emblems of all earthly expec tation. Life is very much like this day through which we have passed. To many of us it is storm and darkness, then sunshine, storm and darkness, then afterward a little sunshine, now again darkness uud storm. (Jh, build not your hopes upon this uncertain world! Build on God. Confide in Jesus. Flan for an eternal residence at Christ’s right hand. Then, come sickness or health, come joy or sorrow, come life or death, all is well, all is well. In the name of tl.a God of Caleb and his daughter, Achsah, I this day offer you tho “upper springs” of unfading and everlasting.rapture. VISITING A SHRINE. Lieutenant llawliniion’ft Darius Entry Into the Sacred City o/ Kum. Knm, a walled city of Persia, ranks second to Meshed in sanctity, on ac count of the famous shrine of Masurna Fatima, sister of the Imam Riza, a fa mous saint of the Mohammedans. While Lieutenant Rawlinson was on his way to Teheran he heard much of this sacred city and tho glories of tho rjirine, which, it was said, no Euro pean had ever entered. Dcntlfc so rumor whispered, would be the portion of the audacious infidel who should be discov ered within its precincts. To a young and ardent spirit a danger ous adventure is an irresistible attrac tion. Young Rawlinson determined to visit tbe shrine. Disguised as a Persian pilgrim, thousands of whom anuu: Uy journey to the sacred city, he joined the crowd of pilgrims. His knowledge of Persian and of the customs of the coun try enabled him to pass undetected through the temple gates and to make his way to the tomb of the saint The guardian gave biin the customary form of words and he repeated them. But his curiosity almost caused bis detection. Attracted by magnificent suits of steel armor which hung on tbe walls, he was gazing at them, when suddenly ho found that he had turned his back upen the sacred shrino where in tho saint was entombed. A thrill of alarm startled him, but the discourtesy, impossible to a “txuo believer,” had not been noticed. If it had been, there would probably have been no further career for the young lieutenant, who subsequently became tho decipherer of Assyrian and Babylo nian inscriptions an J texts, and died the renowned orientalist, Sir Henry Raw linson.—Youth’s Companion. Discovery of the Home of Bnddha. Far away on the border of Nepal the homo of Guatama Buddha has been dis covered. Buddha lived about 500 B. C. and was tho sou of the rajah of Kapila- vastu. A pillar, inscribed by tho Em peror Asoka in tho third century B. O., murks tho city’s site. The ruins are all of brick and are covered with junglo and so extensive that their exploration will require years. Tho city was de stroyed during Buddha’s lifetime. It was a mass of ruins in A. D. 410, when the first Buddhist Chinese pilgrim made his way there. The buildings that are now being excavated are older than any thing known in India heretofore.—Lou don Letter. Great Urltnin'n Dependencies. Says Professor Bryce, “More by a se ries of what may ho called historical accidents than from any deliberate pur pose Great Britain has acquired vast transmarine possessions.” This is pe culiarly true of the British settlements uud protectorates in Africa and tho far east. 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Airy .... “ Cornelia “ Lulu. . ** Gnineiville.. “ Buford " Nnrerosj , 5 25 Ar. Atlanta, L.T. CIO Ar. Atlanta, t'. T. 5 lo N oLcfcOSSTStfoN Th.UN Dally Except Sunday Lv. Atlantft. n ntrul tiin" Ar. Nor-nei, eantera time 11 SI p 10 45 ft 11 41 p do 58 a ft 11 34 ft a 12 30 p f3 00 f8 IS 3 37 1 'S p 2 0*1 p 2 24 p 3 15 p 4 30 ji ■ a i “ •i - A P; (i 10 p •s ro p 7 1-5 p 7 40 p| s 14 p’ s4.) p, 9 12 p 9 IS Ji 1 P'ifl p 9 • J pi Hu NOKTII HOl'Mi. S'H'TH iKir.vn (• 4t'KNi;y Mr (m m. HI, \( ‘KsiH’KU ClIFKiiM.i I'M.I.s t.Al l M Y Trtln* north of <'umden run dally except Sunday. Trains between l'lmrlent. A G. U. 14.. Truffle .Miimiitcr. Charleston. H. (!. citu'liiniili. (Milo H. II LFMI’KIN. Geu'l. Frclirlit and I'uss. Agrvit. liluckaburg, h. C. Lv. NorerriMs. mi stern lime... j 2 2 Ar. AilmiUt. central tiinn.. I 22 “A” n. in. ' i ' p. ;a. a ir tuna. 'V ni;;l ChcHupeid;. Line Mi lliners u. da.iy m.tt between Norfolk ftiid Laditii ,rn. Non.hi i i: l .)*—Diu.y. Wash.:;,' • r. re.d Sftfl Western Ve.tilmie L.'iiite l. Thr iv, • lin •leeptnu ci.i < 1 ' twesn New York t.r 1. .v leans, via Wi. hinKt' U, Atlanta m . -Mip cry, uud nW > between New York <• M inn' viiiWHshlngn.u.Atlfti.tn nnd Btnntinji u'- FI ciftivs thoro I.lifure euliehee b*-(w .. \\; sin ton (ind Alin.lift. Dining cars »e. v* nil m* en route, i’annuiu Irawing-room sieojiiugc between Ore and Norfolk Cl.-e r. neetlim ut Fo-fulk f rOLD POINT C< i.MFol arriving th» i • in tlnn- lor breakfast Nos. ii") nnd UH—Cnlfod Stales Fust Ts runs solid b V enn Vwinliinjclo;: r • t ,\e-• leans, via .'routN rn K ttlway, A. & W. 1’. K. and L. 3- N. h. fl., be..14 composed of 1 ear and eeiv in «. thr ugit wtui ri <'iiun.’■ pftssenyi rT ,1 all eU-ses. Pullman draw room sl'ieph T ears letwi-en New Yi rk 1 New Orle., . mu Ail nila nnd iler; ' me Leavlnit V> u-i'ingtou uitch Wednesday, aloui sleeping car will run through l-ew.i 1 Wa iuL-tou iik . : an Fttitioleou wlthmii ehan No». 11,3.'. 18 and 13—Pullman sleeping e between Kiri ' I'lnrt and Charlotte, vu IMnvl •oulhtsiuud No*. II and 37, norUibouud IS lie und 12 FRANKS G AN NON, J.M.CULP. Third V P. A Gnu. Mgr., Traffic Myr. Washington, D. 0. V ssiungPm, D W. A. TT KK. K H. HAhbVi 10k. Uen'l Puss. Au't., A»# t Geu'l Pnsa. Ag't Washington, 1). C.