THE RESURRECTION. EASTER SERMON AT THE TABERNACLE BY DR. TALMAGE.

The Russian Salutations For the Day: "Christ Is Risen," "He Is Risen Indeed." Wonderful Scenes Will Be Witnessed on That Day.

BROOKLYN, April 2.--The Tabernacle was elaborately decorated with flowers today, and an unusually large audience assembled to hear Rev. Dr. Talmage's Easter morning aomron. The subject was, "The Sleepers Awakened," the text chosen being from I Corinthians xv, 20, "Now Christ is risen from the dead and become the first fruits of them that

slept."

On this glorious Easter morning, amid the music and the flowers, I give you Christian salutation. This morning Russian meeting Russian on the streets of St. Petersburg hails him with the salutation, "Christ is risen!" and is answered by his friend in salutation, "He is risen indeed!" in some parts of England and Ireland, to this very day, there is the superstition that on Easter morning the sun dances in the heavens, and

well may we forgive such a superstition which illustrates the fact that the natural world seems to sympathize with

the spiritual.

Hail, Easter morning! Flowers! Flowers! All of them a-voice, all of them a-tongne, all of them full of speech today. I bend over one of the lilies and I hear it say: “Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin, yet Solomon in all

his glory was not arrayed like one of these." I bend over a rose, and it seems

to whisper: "I am the rose of Sharon."

And then I stand and listen. From all sides there comes the chorus of flowers, saying: "If God so clothed the grass of the field, which today is and tomorrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O'ye of little faith?" Flowers! Flowers! Braid them into the bride's hair. Flowers! Flowers! Strew them over the graves of the dead, sweet prophecy of the resurrection. Flowers! Flowers! Twist them into a garland for my Lord Jesus on Easter morning. "Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost; as it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be." THE FLOWERS OF EASTER.

Oh, how bright and how beautiful the flowers, and how much they make me

think of Christ and his religion that brightens our character, brighters society, brightens the church, brightens everything! You who go with gloomy countenance pretending you are better than I am because of your lugubrious-

-ness, you cannot cheat me. Pretty case

you are for a man that professes to be more than a conqueror. It is not religion that makes you gloomy, it is the lack

of it. There is just as much religion in

a wedding as in a burial, just as much

religion in a smile as in a tear. Those gloomy Christians we sometimes see are the people to whom I like to lend money, for I never see them again. The women came to the Savior's tomb, and

they dropped spices all around the tomb,

and those spices were the seed that began to grow, and from them came all the flowers of this Easter morn. The two angels robed in white took hold of the stone at the Saviour's tomb, and they hurled it with such force down the hill that it crushed in the door of the world's sepulcher, and the stark and the dead must come forth. I care not how labyrinthine the mausoleum or how costly the sarcophagus or

however beautifully parterred the fami-

ly grounds, we want them all broken up

by the Lord of the resurrection. They must come out. Father and mother--

they must come out. Husband and wife

--they must come out. Brother and sis-ter--they must come out. Our darling children--they must come out. The eyes that we close with such trembling fin-

gers must open again in the radiance of that morn. The arms we folded in dust

must join ours in an embrace of reunion. The voice that was hushed in our dwelling must be returned. Oh, how long some of you seem to be waiting--wait-ing for the resurrection, waiting! And

for those broken hearts today I make a

soft, cool bandage out of Easter flowers.

THE FIRST FRUITS OF THEM THAT SLEPT. My friends, I find in the risen Christ a prophecy of our own resurrection, my text setting forth the idea that as Christ has risen so his people will rise. He--the first sheaf of the resurrection harvest. He--"the first fruits of them that slept." Before I get through this morning I will Straw them over the graves of the dead, walk through all the cemeteries of the dead, through all the county graveyards, where your loved ones are buried, and I will pluck off these flowers, and I will drop a sweet promise of the gospel--a

rose of hope, a lily of joy on every tomb --the child's tomb, the husband's tomb, the wife's tomb, the father's grave, the

mother's grave, and while we celebrate the resurrection of Christ we will at the same time celebrate the resurrection of all the good. "Christ the first fruits of them that slept."

If I should come to you this morning

and ask you for the names of the great conquerors of the world, you would say Alexander, Caesar, Philip, Napoleon I. Ah! my friends, you have forgotten to mention the name of a greater conqueror than all of these--a cruel, a ghastly conqueror. He who rode on a black horse across Waterloo and Atlanta and Chal-

ona, the bloody hoofs crushing the hearts of nations. It is the conqueror Death. He carries a black flag, and he takes no prisoners. He digs a trench across the hemispheres and fills it with the carcasses of nations. Fifty times would the world have been depopulated had not God kept making new generations. Fifty times the world would have swung lifeless through the air--no man on the mountain, no man on the sea, an abandoned ship plowing through immensity. Again and again has he done this work with all generations. He is a monarch as well as conqueror; his palace a sepulcher; his fountains the falling tears a world. Blessed be God, in the light of

this Easter morning I see the prophecy that his scepter shall be broken and his palace shall be demolished. The hour is coming when all who are in their graves shall come forth. Christ risen, we shall rise. Jesus "the first fruits of them that slept." Now, around this doctrine of the resurrection there are a great many mysteries. MYSTERIES OF THE RESURRECTION. You come to me this morning and say, "If the bodies of the dead are to be raised, ...is that?" And you ask me a thousands questions I am incompe...there are a great ... that you are not able to explain. You would be a very foolish man to say, "I won't believe anything I can't understand." Why, putting down one kind of flow-

er seed, comes there up this flower of

this color? Why, putting down another flower seed, comes there up a flower of this color? One flower white, another flower yellow, another flower crimson. Why the difference when the seeds look to be very much alike--are very much alike? Explain these things. Explain that wart on the finger. Explain why the oak leaf is different from the leaf of the hickory. Tell me how the Lord Almighty can turn the chariot of his omnipotence on a rose leaf. You ask me questions about the resurrection I

cannot answer. I will ask you a thousand questions about everyday life you cannot answer. I find my strength in this passage, "All who are in their graves shall come

forth." I do not pretend to make the ex-

planation. You can go on and say: "Suppose a returned missionary dies in

Brooklyn. When he was in China, his

foot was amputated. He lived years after in England, and there he had an

arm amputated. He is buried today in Greenwood. In the resurrection will the foot come from China, will the arm come from England, and will the different parts of the body be reconstructed in the resurrection? How is that possible?" You say that "the human body changes

every seven years, and by 70 years of age a man has had 10 bodies. In the resurrec-

tion which will come up?" You say, "A

man will die and his body crumble into dust and that dust be taken up into the

life of the vegetable. An animal may eat the vegetable; men eat the animal. In the resurrection that body, distributed in so many directions, how shall it be

gathered up?" Have you any more ques-

tions of this style to ask? Come on and ask them. I do not pretend to answer them. I fall back upon the announcement of God's word, "All who are in their graves shall come forth." WHEN THE TRUMPET SHALL SOUND.

You have noticed, I suppose, in reading the story of the resurrection that

almost every account of the Bible gives the idea that the characteristic of that day will be a great sound. I do not know that it will be very loud, but I know it will be very penetrating. In the mausoleum, where silence has reigned a thousand years, that voice must penetrate. In the coral cave of the deep that voice must penetrate. Millions of spirits will come through the gates of eternity, and they will come to the tombs of the earth, and they will cry: "Give us back our bodies. We gave them to you in corruption; surrender them now in incorruption." Hundreds of spirits hovering about the crags of Gettysburg, for there the bodies are buried. A hundred thousand spirits coming to Greenwood, for there the bodies are buried, waiting for the reunion of body and soul. All along the sea route from New York to Liverpool at every few miles

where a steamer went down departed

spirits coming back hovering over the wave. There is where the City of Bos-

ton perished. Found at last. There is

where the President perished. Steamer found at last. There is where the Central America went down. Spirits hover-

ing--hundreds of spirits hovering, wait-

ing for the reunion of body and soul.

Out on the prairie a spirit alights. There is where a traveller died in the snow. Crash! goes Westminster Abbey, and the poets and orators come forth; wonderful mingling of good and bad. Crash!

go the pyramids of Egypt, and the mon-

archs come forth. Who can sketch the scene? I suppose that one moment before that general rising there will be an entire silence save

as you hear the grinding of a wheel or

a clatter of the hoofs or of a procession passing into the cemetery. Silence in all the caves of the earth. Silence on the side of the mountain. Silence down in the valleys and far out into the sea. Silence. But in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, as the archangel's trumpet comes pealing, rolling, crashing across moun-

tain and ocean, the earth will give one terrific shudder, and the graves of the dead will heave like the waves of the sea, and Ostend and Sebastopol and Chalons will stalk forth in the lurid air, and the drowned will come up and wring out their wet locks above the billow, and all the land and all the sea become one moving mass of life--all faces, all ages, all conditions, gazing in one direc-

tion and upon one throne--the throne of

resurrection. "All who are in their graves shall come forth."

THE GLORIOUS BODY. "But," you say, "if this doctrine of the resurrection is true as prefigured by this Easter morning, Christ, 'the first

fruits of them that slept,' Christ rising a promise and a prophecy of the rising of all his people, can you tell us something about the resurrected body?" I can.

There are mysteries about that, but I shall tell you three or four things in regard to the resurrected body that are be-

yond guessing and beyond mistake. In the first place, I remark, in regard

to your resurrected body, it will be a glorious body. The body we have now is a mere skeleton of what it would have been if sin had not marred and defaced it. Take the most exquisite statue that was ever made by an artist and chip it here and chip it there with a chisel and batter and bruise it here and there and then stand it out in the storms of a hundred years, and the beauty would be gone. Well, the human body has been chipped and battered and bruised and damaged with the storms of thousands of years--the physical defects of other generations coming down from generation to generation, we inheriting the infelicities of past generations, but in the morning of the resurrection the body

will be adorned and beautiful according

to the original model. And there is no such difference between a gymnast and an emaciated wretch in a lazaretto as

there will be a difference between our

bodies as they are now and our resurrected forms. There you will see the perfect eye after the waters of death have washed out the stains of tears and study. There you will see the perfect hand after the knots of toil have been untied from the knuckles. There you will see the form erect and elastic after the burdens have gone off the shoulder--the very life of God in the body. In this world the most impressive thing, the most expressive thing, is the human face, but that face is veiled with the griefs of a thousand years, but in the resurrection morn that veil will be taken away from the face, and the noonday sun is dull and dim and stupid compared with the outflaming glories of the countenance of the saved. When those faces of the righteous, those resurrected faces, turn toward the gate or look up toward the throne, it will be like the

dawning of a new morning on the bosom of everlasting day! Oh, glorious resurrected body! THE IMMORTAL BODY.

But I remark also, in regard to that body which you are to get in the resurrection, it will be an immortal body. These bodies are wasting away. Some-

body has said as soon as we begin to live we begin to die. Unless we keep putting the fuel into the furnace the furnace dies out. The blood vessels are

canals taking the breadstuffs to all parts

of the system. We must be reconstructed hour by hour, day by day. Sickness and death are all the time trying to get

their prey under the tenement, or to

push us off the embankment of the grave; but, blessed be God, in the resur-

rection we will get a body immortal.

No malaria in the air, no cough, no

neuralgic twinge, no rheumatic pang, no

fluttering of the heart, no shortness of

breath, no ambulance, no dispensary, no hospital, no invalid's chair, no spectacles to improve the dim vision, but health, immortal health! O ye who have aches and pains indescribable this morning--O ye who are never well--O ye who are lacerated with physical distresses, let me tell you of the resurrected

body, free from all disease. Immortal! Immortal! I will go further and say, in regard to that body which you are to get in the resurrection, it will be a powerful body. We

walk now eight or ten miles, and we are

fatigued; we lift a few hundred pounds, and we are exhausted; unarmed, we

meet a wild beast, and we must run or

fly or climb or dodge because we are incompetent to meet it; we toil eight or ten hours vigorously, and then we are weary, but in the resurrection we are to have a body that never gets tired. Is it not a glorious thought? NO IDLENESS IN HEAVEN.

Plenty of occupation in heaven. I suppose Broadway, New York, in the busiest season of the year at noonday is not so busy as heaven is all the time. Grand projects of mercy for other worlds. Victories to be celebrated. The downfall of despotisms on earth to be announced. Great songs to be learned

and sung. Great expeditions on which God shall send forth his children. Plenty

to do, but no fatigue. If you are seated under the trees of life, it will not be to rest, but to talk over with some old com-

rade old times--the battles where you

fought shoulder to shoulder. Sometimes in this world we feel we

would like to have such a body as that.

There is so much work to be done for Christ, there are so many tears to be

wiped away, there are so many burdens

to lift, there is so much to be achieved for Christ, we sometimes wish that from

the first of January to the last of December we could toil on without stopping to

sleep, or take any recreation, or to rest, or even to take food--that we could toil right on without stopping a moment in

our work of commending Christ and

heaven to all the people. But we all get tired. It is characteristic of the human body

in this condition. We must get tired. Is

it not a glorious thought that after awhile we are going to have a body that will never get weary? Oh, glorious resurrection day. Gladly will I fling aside this

poor body of sin and fling it into the

those growing due to the rich

tomb, if at thy bidding I shall have a body that never wearies. That was a splendid resurrection hymn that was sung at my father's burial:

So Jesus slept. God's dying Son Passed through the grave and blessed the bed. Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne The morning breaks to pierce the shade.

O, blessed resurrection! Speak out, sweet flowers, beautiful flowers, while you tell of a risen Christ and tell of the righteous who shall rise. May God fill you this morning with anticipation!

A HAPPY REUNION. I heard of a father and son who among others were shipwrecked at sea. The father and the son climbed into the rig-

ging. The father held on, but the son

after awhile lost his hold in the rigging and was dashed down. The father supposed he had gone hopelessly under the wave. The next day the father was brought ashore from the rigging in an

exhausted state and laid in a bed in a fisherman's hut, and after many hours had passed he came to consciousness and saw lying beside him on the same bed

his boy. Oh, my friends, what a glorious thing it will be when we wake up at last to find our loved ones beside us! Coming up from the same plot in the graveyard: coming up in the same morning light--the father and son alive forever, all the

loved ones alive forever, nevermore to weep, nevermore to part, nevermore to die.

May the God of peace that brought

again from the dead our Lord Jesus, that great shepherd of the sheep, through the blood of the everlasting covenant make you perfect in every good work, to do his will, and let this brilliant scene of the morning transport our thoughts to the grander assemblance before the throne. This august assemblage is nothing compared with it. The one hundred and forty and four thousand, and the "great multitude that no man can number,"

some of our best friends among them,

we after awhile to join the multitude. Blessed anticipation! My soul anticipates the day, Would stretch her wings and soar away To aid the song, the palm to bear And bow, the chief of sinners, there. Any Work Away From Home.

What a pity it is that so many girls

and women are bitten with the craze for

"any work" from home! The manager of one employment agency recently in-

formed us that two girls were wanted in the office of a newspaper, remuneration 5 shillings a week. Nearly 300 women --young, old and middle aged--applied. The duties were to cut open the letters, unfasten the newspapers and prepare

them for the editor and his assistants,

and the hours were from 9 to 5. What a sacrifice for the sake of deserting the joys and comforts of home life! And all because presumably they were to develop into full blown journalists in a week or two, the universal impression being that journalism is all simple and "such a jolly life."--London Lady. An Expensive Household. The sultan's harem costs $15,000,000 yearly. About 100 women leave every year to marry, and each has $37,500 dowry. Yet the number never falls below 300. Every official struggles to get his daughter in, for each has 10 servants, a carriage and four and a possibility of gaining influence over the sultan.--In-

dianapolis Sentinel.

MORTGAGE DEBT. RUSSIAN SUFFERERS. CHARLESTON EARTHQUAKE. JOHNSTOWN FLOOD. DR. TALMAGE'S APPEAL. HE HELPED OTHERS--NOW HE NEEDS HELP. An Appeal For Aid.

A big black cloud of debt hangs over the spacious Tabernacle in Brooklyn,

where Rev. Dr. Talmage speaks every

Sunday to thousands. If it be not speedily dispelled, this great preacher and teacher must give up his labors in a

locality where he can do more good than

in any place else on earth. The story of

the financial trouble at this church seems

to be a simple one. It casts not the slightest reflection upon the care, prudence

or foresight of either Dr. Talmage or his

congregation. Several years ago a large

church was built. The year following it was found necessary to enlarge it at

almost the expense of a new church. Just as they were getting it paid for it took fire and burned down. Then an-

other large edifice was constructed. But a lightning bolt set fire to it, and this also was destroyed just as the debt upon it was being wiped out. Then the pres-

ent great structure was erected, which, including the enlargement of the first, practically comprises four churches that this congregation has built within a few years. During Dr. Talmage's pas-

orate in Brooklyn his people have raised the sum of $1,040,000 for religious purposes. This, for a congregation of which the members are almost without excep-

tion in poor or moderate circumstances financially, is a remarkable example of self sacrifice and liberality. Nor are they weary in this well doing. They say they are willing to work day and night to be rid of this financial embarrassment. Twenty-five thousand dollars of the debt must be paid at once, or the noble institution will pass out of the possession of the congregation. The present pecuniary distress is greater than they or any other average church congregation where the poor far outnumber the rich can carry. Will they get the needed assistance? There should be no question about it. It need not come as a work of charity or good will either, but rather from a sense of obligation. Dr. Talmage is the world's preacher and the world's benefactor. At the call of every species of distress his heart and his hand, his voice and his pen, have responded as soon as the cry reached his ears. When Charleston was stricken by an earthquake, he was a leader in the work of relief. When the Johnstown flood catastrophe occurred, his response in deeds and words was most potent. When the cry of distress came from the starving peasants in Russia, he went 6,000 miles to distribute bread. For every local charity and every case of individual distress his right hand has liter- ally been extended at all times, and his left knew nothing about it.

If this unfortunate financial embar- rassment of his church had not occurred, Dr. Talmage would probably never have troubled himself to correct the prevailing opinion that he had been drawing from $10,000 to $20,000 per year for his services as pastor, but in speaking of the diffi- culty the other day he remarked inci- dentally that for the past three years he had received $680 for his work, the bal- ance of his salary having been turned back to the church.

The Brooklyn Tabernacle is unique. It is crowded at every service in the year. Everybody is just as welcome there as Somebody, and it is quite unnecessary to go to the highways and byways to draw people in. Nor do the masses go to hear fine music or to see a gorgeous altar or rich church decorations, for these are very simple at the Tabernacle. They go to hear Talmage preach. And his sermons are so luminous, so fresh, so inexhaustible, so full of interest and power, that they never tire of him. Dr. Talmage does not trouble his congrega-

tion much about theological dogma. No- body can tell whether the Tabernacle pul- pit is Baptist, Methodist or Presbyterian. His religious views are as broad as the poles, as deep as human needs and as high as heaven. He is no half hearted or doubting preacher, but he handles the truth forcibly and fearlessly.

A movement has been started to help Dr. Talmage and his congregation. Per- haps many readers of this paper who have had the rare pleasure of reading his sermons will be glad to contribute to the success of this movement. The testi- monial is to be a popular one, and dol- lars, dimes and pennies will be received with equal gratitude. It is hoped that a large number of contributions may be tendered by our readers ...

Talmage's utterances have proved help- ful as they have appeared in these col- umns and elsewhere. All subscriptions sent to the office of this paper will be acknowledged and forwarded at once to Dr. Talmage in Brook- lyn, together with the names of the don- ors.

Loving Spirit In a Canary Bird.

A Philadelphia gentleman has a canary that he calls Noah. He allows Noah an occasional free flight in the garden. One day when time was up the bird declined to come into the house or be taken, but when approached flew off a space. He would then fly back, still declining to be taken in. At last his performance in- duced his owner to go out and follow. At once he burst into a joyful song and flew away, keeping a few feet ahead and looking back coaxingly. "I followed, and he led me to a rose- bush at the other end of the garden, but I could not see what brought him until with a series of loud staccato notes, he flew down beside a heap of yellow leaves. Then I saw laying there what I took to be a dead canary, but when I stooped and took it in my hand it feebly stirred. It had evidently been out all night and was nearly frozen. Noah was delighted and would fly from me back to the in- valid in his bed of coarse cotton 20 times a minute, trilling his prettiest songs and chirping, as if to say, 'How are you feeling now, brother?'" Here is this sweet spirit of helpful love of others without desire of gain, such as would honor any human character.--St. Louis Globe-Democrat.

Are You Left Eyed or Right Eyed?

There are but few ambidexters, either in the matter of hands, feet or eyes. It may sound rather queer, but it is a fact nevertheless, that 95 out of every 100 human beings are right handed, left legged and left eyed. Felix Hement, who knows more about eyes in a minute than half the opti- cians and oculists of the century have been able to learn in a lifetime, re- marked that it is an established fact that we all use one eye more than we do the other, which establishes as clear a case of "left and right eyedness" as though the same terms were used to denote a preference in the use of hands and feet. If you want to decide as to whether your friends or relatives are right or left eyed, give them a small telescope or spy- glass to look through or have them take "aim" with a gun. We all take great interest in ascertaining the color, size, shape and visual powers of our children's eyes, but how many of us stop to con- sider whether they are "right" or "left eyed?"--St. Louis Republic. What Nature Does For Her Trees.

The wild forest trees bear a great abundance of foliage, and this shows that nature provides for her own in a most bountiful manner. The inferiority of the foliage of the mountain trees and those growing near lakes and rivers is due to the rich substances contained in decayed leaves and water forming a chemical action with the solar rays. Oxygen, hydrogen, nitrogen, carbonic acid and the gaseous substances in na- ture are sufficient to complete the annual growth of forest trees of all classes. Along the broad reaches of the north- ern and southern rivers this fact is clear- ly seen and well defined. The rich nav- igable lowland rivers, such as the Thames in England and the Loire in France, dis- play the richest and most luxuriant trees.--Boston Transcript. Seen In a Dream. In the summer of 1855 Mrs. John Tel- yes, then living in Wisconsin, dreamed that her niece Mary, who was attending school at Waukesha, 16 miles distant, had met with a serious accident, the ex- act nature of which she could not recall when awake, but it so alarmed her that she told her husband the next morning that he must go immediately to Wau- kesha, as something terrible had hap- pened to Mary. He tried to laugh her out of her fears, but when he found that she would go if he did not, he got into his buggy and started. He had gone but a short distance when he met a messen- ger from the school coming to tell him that late on the evening before Mary had fallen from a tree and broken her arm.--Arena. An Explanation of "That Tired Feeling." A man weighs less when the barome- ter is high, notwithstanding the fact that the atmospheric pressure on him is more than when the barometer is low. As the pressure of air on an ordinary sized man is about 15 tons, the rise of the mercury from 29 to 31 inches adds about one ton to the load he has to ... DESIRABLE COTTAGES FOR SALE OR RENT.

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