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Sermon
By Rev.
Frank De Witt Talmage, D. D.
Los Angeles, Cal., Nov, 20.—For the
countless material blessings peculiar
to this progressive age, as well as for
the many spiritual blessings of our day,
the preacher in this sermon gives ex
pression to the nation’s thankfulness.
The text is Ecclesiastes vil, 29, “They
have sought out many inventions.”
A new star has arisen in the artistic
firmament. Meteorlike a new star has
flashed its light over the western hori
zon. A new star 1ms come to lead us
down to the manger of Bethlehem of
Judaea. What General Lew Wallace
has done with the novelist’s pen young
Byam Shaw is doing with the painter’s
brush. The Indiana author and the
young English artist, the latter born
in Madras and educated In European
studios, have both been bold, strong,
powerful and independent Interpreters
of religious themes. Lew Wallace's
“Bou-IIur,” “The Prince of India” and
••The Boyhood of Christ” teach lessons
similar to those of Byam Shaw’s “The
Comforter,” “The Outcast” and “Nei
ther Hath He Power In the Day of
Death.” With the touch of true mas
ters the iuspired novelist and the In
spired artist both teach that the only
true comforter in times of earthly trou
ble is that Saviour whom we lovingly
cull “Jesus, the Prince of Peace.”
But, though Byam Shaw has painted
many pictures, there is one, based upon
the book of Ecclesiastes, which has
specially impressed me. It is one il
lustrating the theme of my text. The
young artist iu his original way seems
to open for us one of the rooms of the
British museum. In the foreground of
his picture he places a Londoner, a
British aristocrat, dressed iu the height
of fashion of the time of Disraeli.
Then he seems to surround this man,
clothed in kid gloves, silk hat and im
maculate linen, with the mighty Brit
ish library of over 2,000,000 volumes,
In which are recorded the scientific and
social triumphs of past ages. As you
gaze on that picture, hi imagination
you seem to hear the whistle of fac
tory, the click of trowel, the signal of
the railroad engine, and the hoarse
voice of the great Cunarder’s fog horn
sending her warning call among the
mists of Newfoundland, and the ring
ing of the telephone bell, and we seem
to see the flash of the electric spark.
Then, under this powerful picture with
Its up to date Bible application, the
young English artist has written the
words of my text, “So this only have I
found that God bath made men up
right, but they have sought out many
inventions.” Never did these Solomon
ic words bum themselves Into my mind
and heart more deeply than when I saw
them in the brilliant colors of Byam
Shaw’s strange and yet powerful and
startling picture. >
Modern Inventions.
But when studying that picture I
asked myself these questions: “Do all
modern Inventions truly make men
wretched and miserable, as King Solo
mon Implies? Did King Solomon him
self mean that all modern Inventions
were bad? Of course the greater op
portunities of life, which come through
the revolving wheels of machinery and
the concentration of capital, do nat
urally offer greater opportunities for
wicked men to do evil, but are all
great Inventions agents of evil?” “No,”
I answered. “As greater opportunities
of life offer greater evils for wicked
men, so greater opportunities of ma
chinery and inventions afford greater
opportunities of good for good men.”
Thus on this Sabbath preceding our
national Thanksgiving day I will cata
logue some of the blessings which, In
a good sense, come to good men from
the sewing machine, the railroad, the
factory, the telephone, the typewriter,
the printing press and from all the
other inventions that have made the
past century the most remarkable, In a
scientific sense, of all the ages.
Most blessed of inventions, In the
first place, those that deal with health,
among which we class the sewerage
pipes, by which a great city is kept
pure and clean, and the great aque
ducts through which It is supplied with
life giving* water to drink. What Vlp-
sanlus Agrlppa tried to do when he
built the famous aqueduct of Nimes,
which brought the water of the Foun
tain D’Eure, twenty miles away, to the
baths of Diana; what the Emperor
Claudius did when he carried the water
from the Alban bills down to the cap
ital-of the Caesars, which aqueduct
still bears bis name; wbat King Solo
mon did when he built bis three fa
tuous pools, ffom which reservoirs he
carried the water by subterranean pas
sages to the city of Jerusalem; what
Tarqulnlus Priscus did 600 years be
fore Christ when be built the famous
canal Cloaca Maxima, the oldest and
the most famous drainage canal In the
world and which Is still used to carry
the refuse out of the city of Rome to
the Tiber, the great engineers on an
enlarged scale ayo doing for our own
cities. These engineers may not have
tho title “M. D.” affixed to thehr names,
but they are the greatest of all prevent
ers of disease. Truly they have done
their work well.
Vaderarrou* Works.
If you do not realize how well they
have succeeded, then study under
ground New York or Chicago or Phil
adelphia or St. Louis or Boston. Mar
velous, staggering, wonderful and al
most Inconceivable are the sights yon
there can witness. Some years ago ft
was my privilege to see underground
, New York being excavated for the
great subway railroad. I have seen
the noted Chicago drainage canal,
built at the expense of many millions
of dollars. My favorite walk when a
student upon the banks of the Hudson
' was over the noted Croton aqueduct,
through which the water was brought
from over thirty miles away to quench
the thirst of the 4,000,000 inhabitants
of the metropolis. But, after all, the
excavatious forx the New York un
derground railroad impressed me more
than all the engineering feats I ever
saw. As I looked down into those big
subways 1 always felt as though I
were in an operating room and seeing
the surgeon’s knife cutting Its way.
Those excavations wcre»to me a vast
laparotomic operation upon the great
city of New York.
There I could see hundreds of pipes
running In every direction. Water
pipes, sewer pipes, gas pipes were all
there exposed to view. Those different
pipes seemed to resemble the blood
! vessels and the alimentary canal of
the human frame. They seemed more—
they Seemed like the great long stems
of lilies lifting tueir beads above tho
foul water of a pond. These stems go
down, down, down, until they grapple
their anchorages, in the mud aud draw
sustenance from the earth below. And
so I could see these pipes, the sewer
pipes and the fresh water pipes, run
ning through the soil and rock ou
which the city is built. They reached
out uutil at last, as scaveugers, they
emptied their refuse iuto the depths of
the sea, or they reached out uutil, like
the stems of the lilies, they gathered
up life giviug strength from the far
away Croton hills. On this Thanksgiv
ing day let us one and all thank God
for scientific drainage and sewerage
and for pipes which bring to us pure
water. Tbauk God for water with
which we can cook, for pure water
which we can drink aud for pure wa
ter in which we cau bathe our bodies
and cleause our garments and our
homes. Water, water, pure water-
thank God for the drinking water of
the Thanksgiving table!
But, while thanking God for the res
ervoirs and the aqueducts and the pipe
lines which bring to us pure water and
the waste pipes which carry away the
disease breeding refuse, shall we not
thank him also for the marvelous ma
chinery which puts upon our tables the
best viands that the harvest fields and
the orchard? afford? And when I
speak of this machinery I am not only
alluding to the reapers and the plows
and the seed scatterers which we saw
exhibited at the St. Louis and Portland
world’s fairs, but I also allude to the
wonderful freight cars and the huge
Atlantic and Pacific steamers, with
their refrigerators and cold storage
plants, that bring to us the rarest and
the. choicest of fruits and vegetables
and animal meats and fish and bird
meats and mollusks, no matter where
they may grow or breathe the breath
of life.
Some people marvel at the mechan
ism which makes It possible for the
farmer to sow and reap fields of wheat
hundreds and thousands of acres wide
where their ancestors had only a few
acres to a farm. ’Tls true, we must
gaze in awe at the wonderful possibil
ities of the modern farm through the
miracles of modern machinery. Last
summer while riding through the coun
try I saw a great machine going over
the prairie \vhere once the farmer
went swinging bis scythe. This mar
velous machine was called “a com
bined harvester.” It was drawn by
thirty-two horses, driven chariot-like,
four abreast. That machine cut the
wheat, thrashed the wheat, gathered
the clean kernels into bags, sewed up
the bags, threw them to one side and
tossed the straw Into heaps. All this
happened while the farmer was out
taking his pleasure ride behind his
thirty-two horses. Marvelous, marvel
ous, wonderful, wonderful “combined
harvester!” But the benefits which
come to our table from “a combined
harvester” are as nothing compared to
those that come from the freight car
and from the steamer.
Sources of Food.
Have you ever stopped to consider
from how many various sources our
food comes? I am nearing the coast of
Sydney, Australia. I see alongside the
railroad track great numbers of rab
bits strung up. There are thousands
and tens of thousands of them. I see
the hillsides of New South Wales cov
ered with sheep. I go to the wharfs,
and there I find the great steamers be
ing loaded with them. “What Is the
good of taking these thousands of sheep
aud rabbits to London?” I say to the
captain. It will take you at least three
or four weeks to sail there. That meat
will then be malodorous and stenebful
and sickening.” “No, no,” answers the
captain. “That meat is being stored
in refrigerators. By running liquid
ammonia through the pipes and letting
It evaporate we can make our own Ice
on shipboard. That meat will be sold
hi London markets as fresh as It is
today.” By the wonderful cold storage
system of freight car and of steamship
we can today eat the choicest fruits of
the east and the west and have the ten-
derest of meats carried through the
Red sea and Suez canal. The New
Yorker can banquet upon California
fruits, aud the inhabitants of San Fran
cisco, watching the seals climbing over
“Seal Rocks” in the Cliff House res
taurant, may order his oysters brought
from Maryland bay. Wonderful, won
derful food provider is machinery!
Machinery may bring, to us our
Thanksgiving dinner, with caviare ship
ped from Russia, and mollusks gath
ered from Atlantic seashore, and fish
caught off Florida coast, and bread
made from Dakota wheatflelds, and
Ohio turkey fattened on Michigan corn
and stuffed with marvelous foreign
dressings, and potatoes planted in Illi
nois, and pumpkins fattened In New
England, and mince pies concocted In
New Jersey, and our coffee gathered
In Java, and our bananas brought from
Central America, and our almonds
grown In Syria, and our oranges ship
ped from California, and our olives
sent from Italy, and our terrapin
caught In Virginia, and our canvasback
ducks shot in Chesapeake bay, and our
cranberries grown near Kalamazoo,
and our plum pudding and fruit cake,
like the spices of the Egyptian mum
mies, gathered from everywhere, and
with their indigestible qualities ready
to change us into mummies if we only
give them a big enough chance, while
as a cupola upon this many floored or
many coursed Thanksgiving meal we
lay ou the big, thick layer of richly
flavored homemade ice cream from our
own Jersey cow, without which our
children consider no Thanksgiving din
ner worihy the name.
But I must stop describing the many
different sources from which our
Thanksgiving dinner comes, or else
your hunger for material things will
crowd out your desire for a spiritual
Thanksgiving. Suffice to say the rail
road track and the ocean greyhound as
well as the wonderful modern reaper
and mower of the farm are spreading
for us a Thanksgiving banquet of
which the Homans and the Greeks and
the Hebrews or even our own ancestors
of a hundred years ago in the wil iest
flights of their imagination could n ver
conceive or dream. No wonder all the
menus or the bills of fare of all our
large city restaurants are printed in a
foreign language. Foreign lauds con
tribute a great part to all American
banquets. Thank God, Japan can fur
nish Massachusetts her rlee as well as
Louisiana her sugar and China her tea.
A Striking Picture.
But as I go aud study Byam Shaw’s
picture and watch that crowded room
of the British museum I see the men
and women dressed in the most beau
tiful of garmeuts. Of course these- gar
ments are not iu up to date fashions.
They are dressed as people dressed
thirty years ago. When we say thirty
years ago we instinctively know that
the styles are old fashioned, for when
we realize that every winter our moth
ers and wives and daughters must
have their clothes made over again
completely or else they feel that they
look ridiculously out of style, then we
know that the garments of a quarter
of a century ago must be out of style
indeed. If our wives wore big sleeves
in their dresses last winter, then they
must wear very small sleeves now. If
small bonnets were their headgear last
spring, then this fall their hats must
be shaped like a Mexican sombrero,
for thus decrees Parisian style. And
the average woman would sooner wear
a convict’s garb than be out of style.
But, though Byam Shaw’s characters
were dressed In garments a quarter of
a century old, yet, like our own clothes,
they were all machine made garments.
Hie linen came from the Belfast mills.
The wools were woven not with a Pris
cilla’s spinning wheel, but by the looms
of the Manchester factory. The silks
came from the silk mills, the kid gloves
from the kid glove factories. The poke
bonnets were made In the hat factories.
The high silk hats, without which no
British aristocrat feels that he is dress
ed as a gentleman, also came from the
hat factory. And when we go through
oar own wardrobes we hear machinery
humming one perpetual sentence: “I
made you. I made you. I made you.
I made the cloth of that coat. I made
the cloth of that dress.* I made that
underwear. I made those shoes and
those hats and those gloves. I made
you. I made you.” And why has ma
chinery made all our clothes? For two
reasons—first, because machinery can
make our clothes much cheaper thau
the human hand can make them; rea
son the second, machinery can make
those clothes much better and more
suitable for comfort aud ease.
“Oh,” says some cynic, “I do not see
any benefit from machinery in regard
to clothes. True, the sewing machine
Is able to make six dresses for my
wife where her grandmother had only
one, but the difference between modern
times and ancient times Is no difference
in the amount of work done. My wife
keeps saying always, T must have six
dresses,’ so every time I come home
from business she ueets me with a re
quest for a new hat or a new coat or
a new dress or a new pair of evening
slippers, and for my part I would like
to go back to the old times when wo
men and men did not think or talk
about dress. This talk about dress
nearly drives me Insane.” Would you,
my brother, like to go back to the old
ways and not have the comforts of the
modern machine made garments?
Well, let me see how It fits In your
case.
Old Fashioned Clotkea.
You say you like the old handmade"
clothes, bard to make, but clothes
which, after they were made, never
wore out. How would you like your
great-grandmother to knit for you a
pair of stockings like those your great
grandfather wore? You’ say these
modern stockings are always getting
holes In them. Yes, they are, but there
was no danger of your grandfather’s
stockings having boles in them. Why?
They were made as thick as a b«xl-
quilt. Then the beauty of them was
that, like a modern Mother Hubbard
dress, they would continually stretch
and be made to fit any one, or, rather,
they would never truly tit any one.
Then you grumble about your wives
and daughters always talking about
dress. “Ob,” you say, “it Is dress,
dress, dress from morning until night
and from night until morning whenever
the women get together.” But who Is
prouder of his wife when she is dressed
well than you? Are you hot a little
more willing to go to Thanksgiving
service when you are walking by her
side and you think she has a prettier
winter bat on than any other woman in
the church? Do you not feel mightily
humiliated when she does not keep her
self neat and up to date? No. I for
one do not want to go back to the old
poetic times of the spinning wheel. I
do not wish my wife to wear her wed
ding trousseau, composed of one or two
dresses and a shawl, made so strong
that they will last for twenty, thirty,
forty, fifty years, and then have her
will them to her children and grhud-
chlldreu as family relics. For my part,
I thank God for the comforts of mod
ern dress. I thank God that for a
mere song the sewing machine and the
big factory can give me light garments
for summer and heavy garments for
winter and brighten my Easter serv
ice not only with the flowers of the
held, but with new spring garments
for both masculine and feminine.
BenefltR of Improvement*.
But, after discussing for a little while
the benefits which machinery has giv
en to us iu our eatiug aud drinkiug
aud our sanitation aud In our wearing
apparel, shall we stop there? Shall we
not at least hint at the wonderful ben-
j efits that have come to us from tele-
i phone and telegraph and the modern
newspapers and the lights by which
we read In the evening hours, and
from the typewriter, which has so lift
ed the onerous burdens of professional
| and mercantile life, aud the electric
cars which for 5 cents make it possi
ble for a business man to be in his of
fice at half past 8 iu the morning and
1 yet take his evening meal In a subur-
: ban home surrounded by flowers aud
grass grown £ard, as well as by wife
and childrens Shall we not thank God
for the wonderful inventions of the
biologist's laboratory, for the micro
scope, the Roentgen rays and ail the
wonderful means by which disease is
being halted iu its onward march and
driven back and by which the crooked
limbs are made straight? Shall we not
thank God for the wonderful system
of street lamps we have, which makes
midnight in a large city almost as
bright as midday and which light is
the greatest of all crime preventers?
And, above all, shall we not thank God
for our library shelves filled with
books, cheap books, yet books ready
to serve us when we stretch out our
hands for them ?
We are living iu a wonderful age.
How wonderful it is not one of us cau
truly grasp. I was never more im
pressed with the rapid advancement of
material blessings and of inventions
than when reading rec^tly a synopsis
of a lecture delivered by the late Bish
op Clark of Rhode Island in 185r>. At
that time there were no bicycles, no
automobiles, no typewriting machines,
no telephones, no Atlantic cables, no
transcontinental railroad, no great
steamship lines as we conceive them,
no successful airships, no sleeping cars,
no large office buildings, with their ele
vators, and no electric cars. The title
of this lecture was “The Next Fifty
Years.” These are some of the prophe
cies Bishop Clark then made: “We have
made wonderful progress In traveling
facilities during the last half century,
but do you think improvement is going
to stop there? Nay. Posterity will not
be content to travel at the rilow rate of
only thirty miles an hour, seated In
these narrow cars, stifled with bad air
and dirt. It costs no great effort to
Imagine fifty years hence a splendid
locomotive* with hotel, spacious par
lors, dining rooms and dormitories,
moving gt mly ns the bird flies over a
road carpoied by turf and bordered by
shade trees ami sweet shrubs from
Boston to Sun Francisco In four days.”
Have not the good bishop’s prophecies
almost literally eome true? Shall we
not soon leap the continent from the
Atlantic to the Pacific in less than four
days? Then Bishop Clark goes on and
prophesies some of the wonderful In
ventions that have come to pass in the
electric world: “The electric battery,
which now in some of our cities strikes
the midnight hour, may be made at
evening to light all of our street lamps
at one flash, secure perfect uniformity
of time In our public clocks and kindle
a beacon on these dreary rocks in the
sea, where human beings now endure
a melancholy and dangerous solitude.”
Bishop Clark from the celestial heights
might see those electric lights shining
today. Speak out, ye lonely islanders
now in touch with mankind. Speak
out!
Then the good bishop goes on and de
scribes the wonderful invention of the
modern typewriter, to me one of the
greatest labor saving machines iu the
world. He continues: “There is an
other invention which I for one would
hail with exceeding Joy. It may seem
absurd to predict that the time may
come when It will not be customary
to teach our chlldrenliow to write. It
would have been thought Just as ab
surd fifty years ago to have foretold
that the boys of this generation would
grow up not knowing how to make a
pen. But that time Is going to come.”
Thus in closing this sermon on this
Thanksgiving Sabbath I would have us
one and all, amid the great hum of fac
tory and by the flash of electric spark,
make this one prayer: “O God, make
me thankful for the food I eat, for the
clothing I wear and for the many,
many blessings of Inventions round
about me. Fill me with the holy de
sire not to build for myself a bang
ing garden of Babylon, but to be so
blessed through the help of modern In
vention that out of my abundance I
may give to thee aud to thy children,”
May this be the Thanksgiving prayer
of every heart. Then Instead of ma
terial wealth being the cause of our
spiritual overthrow it will be"’tho means
by which we ourselves may be lifted
by lifting a hungry and a naked and a
fallen race up toward God and heaven.
Then, indeed, shall the desert blossom
as the rose and tho barren places of
the earth through the power of Inven
tion be filled with the glory of the Lord
as the waters cover the sea. Then will
our Thanksgiving day be a glorious
Thanksgiving day for those we love
and for those whom we shall bless.
[Copyright, 1906, by Louis Klopsoh.]
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nent* physicians. It cures when all
else fails. Prevents^Kidney Disease,
Dropsy, Bright’s Disease, etc. At'all
drug stores.
*1.00 r-» Rottle.
or direct from
The Murra u Drug Co., Columbia, S. C
REMEMBER
I am now giving some good bargains
in Shoes, especially in Children’s and*
Misses’ Shoes. Also some close prices in
Groceries and other goods. Remember
my market is ready to serve you at any
time with something good to eat. I have
Fresh Fsh on Friday evenings and Satur
days. Your trade will be apprecated.
Yours to please,
I. M, Peeler.
FOMTSHOm^IAR
fr chUttrmnt tofm, tun. Jf optat—
BANNER 8A LYB
the moat healing salve In the world.
tlodol Dyspepsia Cure
Digeets what you oat*
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