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Let us know a day or two before CHRISTMAS how large a bird you will require and we will send you one that will suit ex actly. We have made special arrangements for our supply of poultry and can offer romethig very choice. The usual variety of good meat is here, too. Come quick. The.People’s Market. Los Angeles, Cal., Dec. 4.—In this sermon there Is the Jubilant note of the approaching Christmas festivities, which, the preacher contends, should be characterized by cheerfulness, kind ness and benefleence to tbe poor and the distressed. The text Is Psalm xcvl, “Oh, sing unto the Lord a new song!” The finest of pictures Is yet to be painted; the most perfect sculpture is yet to be chiseled; the best of poems Is yet to be penned; tbe sweetest and the most Inspiring of songs Is yet to be composed. We speak of the master po ets, artists, sculptors and musicians as though the poetical and artistic deeds of the past could never be excelled. This, however, is not true. Homer and Virgil and Scott and Wordsworth and Burns and Tennyson and Longfellow and Lowell and Poe are master poets to us merely because their poems excel In beauty of expression or delicacy of rhythm or depth of thought the pro ductions of all other poets who have yet appeared. Raphael and Michael Angelo and Murillo and Leonardo da Vinci and Turner are master artists to us merely because no artists have yet appeared who could approach them in perfection of form and glory of color. Beethoven and Handel and Bach and Gluck and Haydn and Mozart and Chopin and Mendelssohn and Wagner are master musicians to us because they surpass all other musicians in per fection of harmony and grandeur of conception. No composers before them and none since have attained the mas tery that they reach in their sublime art. But, though these old master musi cians are masters to us, they were not masters to themselves. They struggled continually to give expression to high er and nobler conceptions that they were never able to write. Even In their minds there were harmonies far better than those that they have given us. Their masterpieces fell far short of their ideals. In their rhapsodies and dream lives they were continually ex ploring whole realms of perfect sound harmonies which were continually cry ing to them; “Set me to music. Play me upon the piano or the harp. Sing me in solo and oratorio." The result was these old masters were continually trying to make more perfect combina tions of sound, to echo to mortal ears the strange, weird, transcendent voices that were calling to them out of the “musical worlds of perfection.” To Imprison behind musical bars the perfect voices which they heard in their strange worlds became to the great musical masters a life’s passion. One moonlight night Beethoven was walking through one of the streets of Bonn. Suddenly he heard from an opened parlor window some one play ing one of his sonatas. It was so beau tifully rendered that tbe great com poser entered the house and. seating himself at the piano, began to play it himself. Beethoven seemed to he lost In dreamland. He said, “Listen; I will improvise a song to the moonlight.” Then ho went on, hearing the voices of the unseen world and reproducing them as part of his matchless song called the “Moonlight Sonata.” After he had fin- ished he rushed out of the house, say ing to his companion: “Do not talk to me! Let me hasten to my room that I may write out that dream of the moon light while I yet remember it.” All great musicians, like Beethoven, are continually reaching out for new com binations of song. They do this even though, like Count Zinzendorf, they may have written over 2,000 songs, or, like Schmolke, they may have written over 1,200 musical pieces. “91ns Unto the Lord a New 9onff. H David, the psalmist, was a great mu sical composer. He always strove to originate new musical themes. If he could not compose new ones, then he wanted to hear what some one else had composed. The first time Mozart heard one of Bach’s hymns played he cried out in ecstasy, “Thank God, I learn something absolutely new!” So David again and again in his psalms cries out for something new in musical praise. Wo not only find the words of my text, “Sing unto the Lord a new song,” in the Ninety-sixth Psalm, but we find them in the Ninety-eighth and in the One Hundredth and Forty-ninth, and we also find the same words in the hook of Isaiah. The song they longed to hear will yet be sung in the heaven ly land. The Seer of Patmos caught the echo of it ns he listened to the new song that no man could learn but the host that had been redeemed and stood around the throne. What exquisite music it will be we cannot conceive, but we know the theme that will In spire it It is the theme of salvation, the Incarnation of the Son of God, the coming to earth of that Divine Being whose birth among us we are about to celebrate. Let the same theme inspire our humble strains; let us even now, ns we meditate on that wondrous event, attune our hearts to that glori ous harmony. Our holiday song, in the first place, should be a cheerful song. It should not be sung in a minor key; it should not be a dirge or requiem, a lament or a dead march in “Saul;” it should not he an antlphony for the matins of the dead; It should be joy on the wing; it should be the chorus of “Laughing Wa ters;” it should he a hosanna, a hal leluiah. a paean, a doxology and a praise. Tears and sobs have no place la the new song which we should slug during our coming holiday season. What said David in reference to this new song make a sad song unto the I/ordV No. In seven distinct places in the Psalms the great singer of Israel cries, “Make a Joyful noise unto the Lord." The first great essential of our coining Christmas song should be cheerfulness. We should hear It in ev ery sound that is uttered; we should hear it in the loud notes; we should hear it in the soft notes as well. A rherrfnl Meaanare. The new song of Moses and the Lamb should be a cheerful song. And yet the strange fact Is that many peo ple, when they try to sing their gospel songs, have the chargers which they harness to their musical chariots walk with leaden feet instead of fiylng with the wings of the song birds. No min ister of the Lord Jesus Christ, uo Sun day school teacher, no Christian teach er, will ever make the new songs for Christ truly tuned songs when they start them in the minor key. “The great success of your father’s minis try,” said Dr. Reed, the president of Dickinson college, to me some months ago, “was his unbounded cheerfulness. I remember one day, some years ago, we did not have *any service in the Hanson Place Methodist church, of which I was the pastor. I determined to go over to the Brooklyn Tabernacle. It was a stormy winter night, yet the church was practically filled with about 3,000 people. I took a seat in the gallery and looked over that vast audience. I wanted to study the faces of the people. As far as I could make out, when I first looked at them, they were a discouraged and a tired and weary set of faces. Your father first gave out sone bright, inspiring hymns. The faces of the people began to change. Then he arose and commenced to talk. He talked on and on about home and the sweet Influences of the younger days, when their fathers and mothers were alive. Then he talked about their duty to live like the old folks. Then he talked about the reunions that were ahead In heaven. And as he talked, the faces, under his cheerful gospel preaching, became more cheerful. Your father sent those people away with the conviction that God would help them in their battle of life.” Then Dr. Reed said, in a kind of a soliloquy, “Oh, that all gospel messengers could make their sermons a cheerful message for tired men and women 1” Yes, the new song we sing ought to have the keynote of cheerfulness. That is the first great essential. Why should it not be cheerful? If we believe in God, if we believe in what Christ has done for us, have not we a belief which should uplift every heart Into the high est realms of Christian joy? Suppose I am an artist. Suppose I send one of my pictures to the world’s fair at St. Louis or to the salon of Paris. Sup pose I today receive a letter from the authorities of that art exhibit some thing like ibis: “Dear Sir—We are glad to inform you that your picture has received the first prize In the class of portrait paint ing. You will not only receive a med al for the same, hut also a check for ?f),000, which is to go to the winner of that prize. We congratulate you on your success, and we are glad that your state will hereafter be known as the home of one of the greatest artists of this generation.” What would I do if I received such a letter as that? Would I put that let ter away and say nothing? Would I walk around with sepulchral counte nance and dolorous voice, saying, “I have won a $5,000 prize and interna tional fame?” No; my eyes would flash, my cheeks would flush, my nerves would tingle with glorious ex citement. I would go home at once to my wife and children and say; “Loved ones, my artistic position Is now as sured. I will he able to earn for us all the money we need.” If the news that we have won an earthly prize makes us so happy, how ought we to feel when we realize that a heavenly and eternal blessing has been conferred upon us? Shall we not sing a cheerful song when we realize all that Christ has done for us and ours? The Coming Holiday Song. Our coming holiday song should sing the Joy of our salvation. It must do more than that. It should sing about the happiness of some one else. There fore our new song should be a helpful song. Jenny Lind, the great “Swedish nightingale,” regarded her voice as a gift from God, bestowed that she might help her fellow men. May we look upon our new song to be sung to God as a song to help those who are In physical, mental or spiritual dis tress. j Oh, that we in our coming holiday song could have the beautiful purpose which “the human thrush,” Jenny Lind, had In her gentle, consecrated Christian heart! She was always doing some kindness to others. Lablache, tbe great Italian basso, when be first beard her, said, “Her voice Is so true that each note Is like a perfect pearl.” Jenny Lind heard what her great Ital ian contemporary bad said. When she met him at their first rehearsal she smilingly stepped to his side and took hit hat; then, placing her lips to Its edge, she sang a beautiful French ro mance. Then stye gave him hack his hat, saying, “There, M. Lablache, Is your hat filled with my pearls of song.” That was a beautiful compli ment by one great artist to another. But Jenny Lind did more than elng handfuls of musical pearls into La bia che’s hat; she sang thousands of dollars out of the world’s pocketbooks. Then she scattered thousands and hun dreds of thousands of dollars every where. She gavw away 30,000 florins when she made her triumphant music al tour through Germany. She gave to England's poor over $300,000 when this lueen of song sang In the kingdom of her crcat sister. Queen Victoria. She gave $50,000 to America's poor when she traveled through our states. As Jenny Lind sang to her fellow men and women a helpful song, so should we make our new song of the holiday sea son a helpful song. A Story of Patraalnl. Your new holiday song—how Is it to he made helpful to your fellow men? Is It to he made so in a temporal sense? One day Paganini, the greatest violin ist of the ages, was walking through the streets of Vienna. He was then at tfie height of his fame. He had kings and queens and nations bending under the scepter of his how. A celebrated musical composer who was accompany ing him suddenly turned and pointed to a little ragged urchin scraping away on an old squeaky violin. “There, Pa ganini,” said he, “Is one of your coun trymen.” With that Paganini crossed the street and began to talk with the little beggar. On hearing his tale of sorrow the great Italian master snatch ed the squeaky fiddle from the boy’s band and began to play. Never did a public thoroughfare of Vienna hear such sublime music. After the piece was ended Paganini passed his hat around the crowd and then emptied Into the boy’s pocket the gold and the silver he had collected, saying, “There, my lad, take that home to yonr sick mother and buy her the medicine she needs." During the coming Christmas holidays will our now song be a help ful one, in a temporal sense, as Paga nini’s was a blessing to the Vicuna street arab? When you buy presents for your father and mother, wife or husband and child, brother and sister and friend, will your new snug Inspire you also to buy bread for the hungry and clothing for the naked and medi cine for the sick? When we sing our new song shall we bring spiritual blessings to others also? The great hosts which shall enter heaven may he augmented if we slug our new song ns we ought to sing It Charles H. Spurgeon, the famous Lon don preacher, once had a wonderful dream. He saw a great throng pass ing through the gates of the new Jeru salem. “Who are these, and whence came they?” lie asked. “These,” said his guide, “are the apostles and mar tyrs. These are they who have laid down their lives for Christ” “But” answered Spurgeon, “I never was an apostle or a martyr. I cannot walk with that throng.” Soon, however, he saw another multitude, greater than the first, crowding through the same celestial gates. “Who are these, and whence came they?” he again asked. “These are the sinners. These are the Zacchaeuses and the Mary Magdalenes and the women of Samaria, who came from the lowest depths of sin.” “Ah,” said Mr. Spurgeon, “If those are the great sinners, then I can go In among them.” As you and I begin to Join the redeemed multitudes are we going with our friends? Shall not our new song of gospel love first be sung by some invalid’s bed to bring that sick man to Christ? Shall it not he sung among the spiritual outcasts who never have bowed the knee at the cross? Y’cs, my friends, our new song should he a cheerful song on account of our salvation. It should also be a helpful song, which will lend people to surrender their Uvea to the work of the Divine Master. A Son* of Captivity. “Well,” says one, “how can I sing a song of checrf illness and of gospel hope for myself or for others when every thing seems to he going wrong in my own life? I feel just as did the writer of the One Hundred and Thirty-sev enth Psalm. Then all was sadness and gloom to him. He seems to see the Jews huddled together In captivity. There he seems to gather them togeth er, as the Jews today are gathered at the foot of Mount Moriah, at the “wall ing place” under the walls of the old temple. Thoir captors come to them and cry: “Sing, sing! Sing as you used to sing In Jerusalem!” But they an swer, “How shall we sing the Lord’s song in a strange land?” Then you say to me: "This coming Christmas will find me In a strange land. Why,” you say, “everything In my life Is so differ ent from what it used to be. So many of my loved ones are gone. My daugh ter was here last Christmas; she Is gone now forever. Is it a mother’s va cant chair, or a father’s or a wife's or a husband’s? Yes, I have been a good giver to the grave, and that grave has taken the best I have.’ It is not the time for me to sing; It Is the time for sobs. Then I cannot give financially as I used to give. I have had many finan cial reverses during the past few months. Then I cannot do as I used to do for others. My own health Is grad ually breaking. How can I sing a new song? I am like Rublnl and Bordoni and Cuzzoni and Pasta and Malibran. After their voices once went they were gone forever.” Ah, my friends, you can sing the new song of hope and salva tion if you will. The great trouble of your life is not that you have had great troubles, but that you have not waded way down knee deep, hip deep, shoulder deep, lip deep, Into God’s promises and comforts to get a suita ble Inspiration for your new song. The great trouble with you Is that when trouble comes, Instead of throw ing yourselves more and more upon the divine strength, you have let go of God’s strong hand and only depended on your own strength. After Jenny Lind’s name had become famous as a singer her voice began to fail. “Oh,” said she to herself, “If I could only go and see Garcia, I know he would help me.” Manuel Garcia was at that time the greatest musical developer of prlma donnas. She left Stockholm and went to Paris. As soon as she entered his studio and sang Garcia said, “My good girl, you have no voice, or, rather, I should say you had a voice, but you are now on the verge of losing it. Your organ is strained and worn out. The only advice I can offer Is to recom mend you not to sing a note for three months. At the end of that time come to me and I will see what I can do for you.” That was good advice for Man uel Garcia to give to» Jenny Lind, but it is not good advice for a Christian teacher to give you In reference to your learning how to sing the new song of Christ. What you need Is not rest, not retirement, not seclusion; you need to practice your gospel throat. You need to learn how to sing the new song by delving deep In the promises of God, and then by singing God’s promises to your own life and to the lives of all around you. Sing! Sing! Keep on singing! Sing forth the promises of God! Sing what he has done for others. Sing about what he has done and will continue to do for you! A Triumphant Sonar. But lastly I assert that our new song for the coming holidays should be a tri umphant song. In it we should hear the ring of the coming conquest of the world for Christ; In it we should know not only that man as an individual will be saved, but that there shall come a time when nations and peoples of all climes shall worship our Christ as their master and king. W T hen the Sioux In dians, many years ago, were about to rise In revolt and massacre the white settlers of the far west the Indian com missioners to prevent that uprising se lected some of the Indian chiefs and sent them to Washington as a delega tion to present their grievances before the “Great White Father,” the presi dent of the United States. They sent them east not to have the president change the policy of the government, but that these Indian chiefs might know the immensities of tbe resources of the white men and how useless it was to rise up against them. Those Indians might slay a few settlers, but after they had seen the millions upon millions of white inhabitants beyond the Mississippi they would know that ultimately the white man must con quer. Thus In our new song we want to catch a glimpse of the power of God. Here and there temporarily one of God's disciples may seem to be driven back; but, after all, the great march of the Christian army Is forward. We are all marching on to a millennial day when Christ ns the lender of the great army of victory shall have his standards above every land, waving over every nation and over every sea. Our new song should be a triumphant song. Would today I might convince you of the sureness of Christ's conquest over all the nations of the world as vividly ns that great dramatic preach er William Dawson brought It before his London hearers nearly n century ago. He was a man of most remarkable personality. He had an Imagination all aglow and on fire. With the power of a mighty word painter he was describ ing the conquest of the world. He por trayed a gnind procession marching be fore Christ, the Prophet, Priest and King, In a coronation pageant. First came the prophets, the priests and the apostles; then the martyrs, row after row, line after line, array after army. Then, after all the redeemed dead had marched past, there came the living. First came the earthly princes and princesses and nobles. Then there marched forth millions upon millions of the human race. Then, after he had wheeled into line nil generations of all times and all principalities and pow ers, the great Methodist preacher sud denly stopped. Then In stentorian tones he commenced to sing that grand old hymn of Edward Perronet: All hail the power of Jesus’ name. Let angels prostrate fall, Bring forth the royal diadem And crown him Lord of all. So powerful was the effect, so over whelming was the Impression of the coming conquest of Christ over the world, that the great audience sprang to Its feet and took up the refrain and sang It louder and louder and louder until the very heavens seemed to shake. Oh, my friends, cannot you feel that our new song for the coming Christmas holidays should be a tri umphant one? Shall it not have the same triumphant ring In It as had Martin Luther’s mighty hymn when the soldiers of Gustavus Adolphus sang It before the battle of Leipsic, and also sang it again before the bat tle of Lutzeu, where their noble leader laid down his life? Ah, yes, man may live and may die, but God’s workers always fill In the break and the work goes on. Our new song must be a song of triumph. God can and will conquer this world and rule the nations of the earth as his own. When the musical leader in the old village choir loft, before the organ and the piano had forced their way into the church edifices, wanted to start the hymn, he would strike his tuning fork and lift It to his ear. For the new song of the coming Christmas holi days I would strike the tuning fork of hope and life and eternal ednquest through Christ. May the same angel which sang over the Christmas man ger sing for us today over that rifled tomb a new song of salvation for a dying world and a conquest for Christ of all peoples, both in this world as well as in that which we are to enter hereafter. [Copyright, 1904, by Louis Klopsch.] Inffersoll and Missouri. Colonel Ingersoll died too soon. He said, “When Missouri goes Republican I will become a Christian.” Missouri returned a Republican majority of 10,- 000, and we wonder whether Inger- soll’s unfalth was caused by his dislike for Christianity or his dislike for Chris tiana whom he knew. In the fly leaf of a presentation copy of one of his books to his cousin, Mrs. Sarah B. Cooper, the most useful Christian woman that ever lived on our. Padflc coast, he wrote something like this: “If other Christians had been like you I should have taken a very different position.”— Independent. Fight Will Be Bitter. Those who will persist in closing their ears against the continual recom mendation of Dr. King’s New Dis covery for Consumption, will have a long and bitter fight with their troub les, if not ended earlier by fatal termi nation. Read what T. R. Beall, of Beall Miss., has to say: “Last fall my wife had every symptom of consumption. She took Dr. King’s New Discovery after everything else had failed. Im provement came at once and four bot tles entirely cured her.” Guaranteed by Cherokee Drug Co. Druggists. Price 50c and $1.00, Trial bottle free. Twenty years after a girl wouldn’t marry a man he feels like apologizing to his grandmother about it. Danger of a Cough. 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