THE SINNER'S HOPE. THE PUBLICAN WAS JUSTIFIED BECAUSE OF HIS HUMILITY. The Self Righteous Pharisee--Why the Publicans were Disliked and Their Title Used as a Byword Among the Jews--This One Admitted His Sin--Practical Appeal. BROOKLYN, July 2.--Rev. Dr. Talmage had selected as his subject for today a picture of contrast, "Arrogance and Humility," the text being Luke xviii, 13, "God be merciful unto me, a sinner!" No mountain ever had a more brilliant coronet than Mount Moriah. The glories of the ancient temple blazed there. The mountain top was not originally large enough to hold the temple, and so a wall 600 feet high was erected, and the mountain was built out into that wall. It was at that point that satan met Christ and tried to persuade him to cast himself down the 600 feet. The nine gates of the temple flashed the light of silver and gold and Corinthian brass, which Corinthian brass was mere precious stones melted and mixed and crystallized. The temple itself was not so very large a structure, but the courts and the adjuncts of the architecture made it half a mile in circumference. THE MORNING SACRIFICE. We stand and look upon that wondrous structure. What's the matter? What strange appearance in the temple? Is it fire? Why, it seems as if it were a mansion all kindled into flame. What's the matter? Why, it's the hour of morning sacrifice, and the smoke on the altar rises and bursts out of the crevices and out of the door and wreathes the mountain top with folds of smoke through which glitter precious stones gathered and burnished by royal munificence. I see two men mounting the steps of the building. They go side by side; they are very unlike; no sympathy between them--the one a pharisee, proud arrogant, pompous; he goes up the steps of the building; he seems by his manner to say: "Clear the track! Never before came up these steps such goodness and consecration. Beside him was the publican, bowed down, seemingly, with a load on his heart. They reach the inclosure for worship in the midst of the temple. The pharisee goes up to the gate of the holy of holies. He feels he is worthy to stand there. He says practically: "I am so holy I wnt to go into the holy of holies. O Lord, I am a very good man! I am a remarkably good man. Why, two days in the week I eat absolutely nothing. I'm so good. I'm very generous in my conduct toward the poor. I have no sympathy with the common rabble: especially have I none with this poor, miserable, commonplace, wretched publican, who happened to come up the stairs beside me." THE REPENTANT PUBLICAN. The publican went clear to the other side of the inclosure, as far away from the gate of the holy of holies as he could get, for he felt unworthy to stand near the sacred place. And the Bible says he stood afar off. Standing on the opposite side of this inclosure, he bows his head, and as orientals when they have any trouble beat their breasts, so he begins to pound his breast as he cries, "God be merciful to me, a sinner!" Oh, was there ever a greater contrast? The incense that wafted that morning from the priest's censer was not so sweet as the publican's prayer floating into the opening heavens, while the prayer of the pharisee died on his contemptuous lips and rolled down into his arrogant heart. Worshiping there, they join each other and go side by side down the steps, the pharisee cross, wretched, acrid, satur-nine--the publican with his face shining with the very joys of heaven, for "I tell you that this man went down to his house justified rather than the other." Now, I put this publican's prayer under analysis, and I discover in the first place that he was persuaded of his sinfulness. He was a honest man; he was a taxgatherer; he was an officer of the government. The publicans were taxgatherers, and Cicero says they were the adornment of the state. Of course they were somewhat unpopular, because people then did not like to pay their taxes any better than people now like to pay

their taxes, and there were many who disliked them.

Still I suppose this publican, this tax gatherer, was an honorable man. He had an office of trust: there were many hard things said about him, and yet, standing there in that inclosure of the temple amid the demonstrations of God's holiness and power, he cries out from the very depths of his soul, "God be merciful to me, a sinner!" By what process shall I prove that I am a sinner? By what process shall I prove that you are a sinner? Shall I ask you to weigh your motives, to scan your actions, to estimate your behavior? I will do nothing of the kind. I will draw my argument rather from the plan of the work that God has achieved for your salvation.

SHIPWRECKED SOULS.

You go down in a storm to the beach, and you see wreckers put on their rough jackets and launch the lifeboat and then shoot the rockets to show that help is coming out into the breakers, and you immediately cry, "A shipwreck!" And when I see the Lord Jesus Christ putting aside robe and crown and launch out on the tossing sea of human suffering and satanic hate, going out into the thundering surge of death, I cry, "A shipwreck!" I know that our souls are dreadfully lost by the work that God has done to save them. Are you a sinner? Suppose you had a commercial agent in Charleston or San Francisco or Chicago, and you were paying him promptly his salary, and you found out after awhile that notwithstanding he had drawn the salary he had given nine-tenths of all the time to some other commercial establishment. Why, your indignation would know no bounds. And yet that is just the way we have treated the Lord.

He sent us out into the world to serve him. He has taken good care of us. He has clothed us, he has sheltered us, and he has surrounded us with 10,000 benefactions, and yet many of us have given nine-tenths of our lives to the service of the world, the flesh and the devil. Why, my friend, the Bible is full of confession,

and I do not find anybody is pardoned until he has confessed. What did David say? "I will confess my transgressions unto the Lord." What

did Isaiah say? "Woe is me, because I am a man of unclean lips." What did

Ezra say? "Our iniquities are increased over our head, and our trespass is grown

up into heaven." And among the mil-

lions before the throne of God tonight not one got there until he confessed. The coast of eternal sorrow is strewn with the wreck of those who, not taking the warning, drove with the cargo of the immortal hope into the white tangled foam of the breakers.

Repent! the voice celestial cries, Nor longer dare delay; The wretch that scorns the mandate dies And meets the fiery day. NO SELF RIGHTEOUSNESS. But I analyze the publican's prayer a step further, and I find that he expected no relief except through God's mercy. Why did not he say, I am an honorable man. When I get $10 taxes, I pay them right over to the government. I give full permission to anybody to audit my accounts. I appeal to thy justice, O God! He made no such plea. He threw himself flat on God's mercy. Have you any idea that a man by breaking off the scales of the leprosy can change the disease? Have you any idea that you can by changing your life change your heart--that you can purchase your way to heaven? Come, try it. Come, bring all the bread you ever gave

to the hungry, all the medicine you ever gave to the sick, all the kind words you have ever uttered, all the kind deeds that have ever distinguished you. Add them all up into the tremendous aggregate of good words and works, and then you will see Paul sharpen his knife as he

cuts that spirit of self satisfaction as he

cries, "By the deeds of the law there shall no flesh be justified." Well, say a thousand men in this audience, if I am not going to get anything in

the way of peace from God in good

works, how am I to be saved? By mercy.

Here I stand to tell the story; mercy,

mercy, long suffering mercy; sovereign mercy, infinite mercy, omnipotent

mercy, everlasting mercy. Why, it seems in the Bible as if all language were

exhausted, as if all expression were struck

dead at the feet of prophet and apostle and evangelist when it tries to describe God's mercy. HOPE FOR THE REPENTANT. Oh, says some one, that is only adding to my crime if I come and confess before God and seek his mercy. No, no! The

murderer has come, and while he was

washing the blood of his victim from his hands, looked into the face of God and cried for mercy, and his soul has been white in God's pardoning love! And the soul that has wandered off in the streets and down to the very gates of hell has come back to her father's house, throwing her arms around his neck, and been saved by the mercy that saved Mary Magdalen.

But, says some one, you are throwing

open that door of mercy too wide. No. I will throw it open wider. I will take the responsibility of saying that if all this audience, instead of being gathered in a semicircle, were placed side by side,

in one long line, they could all march right through that wide open gate of

mercy. "Whosoever," "whosoever." Oh, this mercy of God--there is no line long enough to fathom it; there is no ladder long enough to scale it; there is no arithmetic facile enough to calculate it; no angel's wing can fly across it. Heavenly harpers, aided by choirs with feet like the sun, cannot compass that harmony of mercy, mercy. It

sounds in the rumbling of the celestial

gate. I hear it in the chiming of the ce-

lestial towers. I see it flashing in the

uplifted and downcast coronets of the

saved. I hear it in the thundering tread

of the bannered hosts around about the throne, and then it comes from the harps and crowns and thrones and processions to sit down, unexpressed, on a throne overtopping all heaven--the throne of mercy. THE GOSPEL LIFEBOAT. How I was affected when some one told me in regard to that accident on

Long Island sound, when one poor wom-

an came and got her hand on a raft as she tried to save herself, but those who were on the raft thought there was no room for her, and one man came and most cruelly beat and bruised her hands

until she fell off. Oh, I bless God that

this lifeboat of the gospel has room enough for the sixteen hundred millions of the race--room for one, room for all, and yet there is room! I push this analysis of the publican's prayer a step further and find that he did not expect any mercy except by pleading for it. He did not fold his hands together as some do, saying, "If I'm to be saved, I'll be saved. If I'm to be lost, I'll be lost, and there is nothing for me to do." He knew what was worth having was worth asking for; hence this earnest cry of the text, "God be merciful to me, a sinner!" It was an earnest prayer, and it is characteristic of all Bible prayers that they were answered--the blind man, "Lord, that I may receive my sight;" the leper, "Lord, if thou wilt, thou canst make me clean;" sinking Peter, "Lord, save me;" the publican, "God, be merciful to me, a sinner!" But if you come up with the tip of your finger and tap at the gate of mercy, it will not open. You have got to have the earnestness of the warrior who, defeated and pursued, dis-

mounts from his lathered steed and with

gauntleted fist pounds at the palace gate. You have got to have the earnestness of the man who, at midnight, in the fourth story, has a sense of suffocation, with the house in flames, goes to the window and shouts to the firemen, "Help!" O unforgiven soul, if you were in full earnest I might have to command silence in the auditory, for your prayers would drown the voice of the speaker, and we would have to pause in the great service. It is because you do not realize your sin before God that you are not

this moment crying, "Mercy, mercy, mercy!" THE HUMBLE PRAYER. This prayer of the publican was also an humble prayer. The pharisee looked up; the publican looked down. You cannot be saved as a metaphysician or as a rhetorician; you cannot be saved as a scholar; you cannot be saved as an artist; you cannot be saved as an official. If you are ever saved at all, it will be as a sinner. "God be merciful to me, a sinner!" Another characteristic of the prayer of the publican was, it had a ring of confidence. It was not a cry of despair. He knew he was going to get what he asked for. He wanted mercy: he asked for it, expecting it. And do you tell me, O man, that God has provided this salvation and is not going to let you have it? If a man build a bridge across a river, will he not let people go over it? If a physician gives a prescription to a sick man, will he not let him take it? If an architect puts up a building, will he not let people in it? If God provides salvation, will he not let you have it? Oh, if there be a pharisee here, a man who says, I am all right, my past life has been right, I don't want the pardon or the gospel, for I have no sin to pardon, let me say that while that man is in that mood there is no peace for him, there is no pardon, no salvation, and the probability is he will go down and spend eternity with the lost pharisee of the text. THE GRATEFUL NEGRO. But if there be one who says I want to be better, I want to quit my sins, my life has been a very imperfect life, how many things have I said that I should not have said, how many things I have done I should not have done, I want to change my life, I want to begin now, let me say to such a soul, God is waiting. God is ready, and you are near the kingdom, or rather you have entered it, for no man says I am determined to serve God and surrender the sins of my life; here, now, I consecrate myself to the Lord Jesus Christ who died

to redeem me; no man from the depth

of his soul says that but he is already a Christian. My uncle, the Rev. Samuel K. Talmage of Augusta, Ga., was passing along the streets of Augusta one day, and he saw a man, a black man, step from the sidewalk out into the street, take his hat off and bow very lowly. My uncle was not a man who demanded obsequiousness, and he said, "What do you do that for?" "Oh" says the man, "massa, the other night I was going along the street, and I had a burden on my shoulder, and I was sick, and I was hungry, and I came to the door of your church, and you were preaching about 'God be merciful to me, a sinner!' and I stood there at the door long enough to hear you say that if a man could utter that prayer from the depths of his soul God would pardon him and finally take him to heaven. Then I put my burden on my shoulder, and I started home. I got to my home, and I sat down, and I said, 'God be merciful to me, a sinner!' but it got darker and darker, and then, massa, I got down on my knees, and I said 'God be merciful to me, a sinner!' and the burden got

heavier, and it got darker and darker. I knew not what to do. Then I got down on my face, and I cried, 'God be merciful to me, sinner!' and away off I saw a light coming, and it came nearer and nearer and nearer until all was bright in my heart, and I arose. I am happy now --the burden is all gone--and I said to myself if ever I met you in the street I would get clear off the sidewalk, and I would bow down and take my hat off before you. I feel that I owe more to you than to any other man. That is the reason I bow before you." THE CALL IS ON YOU.

Oh, are there not many now who can

utter this prayer, the prayer of the black man, the prayer of the publican, "God be merciful to me, a sinner?" While I halt in this sermon, will you not all utter it? I do not say audibly, but utter it down in the depths of your soul's consciousness. Yes, the sigh goes all through the galleries, it goes all through the pews, it goes all through these aisles, sigh after sigh--God be merciful to me, a sinner! Have you all uttered it? No, there is one soul that has not uttered it, too proud to utter it, too hard to utter it.

O Holy Spirit, descend upon that one heart. Yes, he begins to breathe it now.

No bowing of the head yet, no starting

tear yet, but the prayer is beginning--it is born. God be merciful to me, a sinner! Have all uttered it? Then I utter it myself, for no one in all the house needs to utter it more than my own soul--God be merciful to me, a sinner! What Poets Need. A whimsical letter written by W. S. Gilbert notes "a great want" among

poets. "I should like to suggest," he says, "that any inventor who is in need of a name for his invention would confer a boon on all rhymesters and at the same time insure himself many gratuitous advertisements if he were to select a word

that rhymes to one of the many words

in common use that have very few

rhymes or none at all. A few more words

rhyming to 'love' are greatly wanted. 'Revenge' and 'avenge' have no rhyme but 'Penge' and 'Stonehenge.' 'Coif' has no rhyme at all. 'Starve' has no rhyme except (oh, irony!) 'carve.' 'Scarf' has no rhyme, though I fully expect to be told that 'laugh,' 'calf' and 'half' are admissable, which they certainly are not." --Philadelphia Press.

An Episode on a New York Street.

Just before Broadway was reached one of the slightly animated skeletons that are down in the books of Colonel Shepherd's Fifth Avenue stage line as horses jumped out of his traces and stuck his nose in the snow at the corner. He was one of four, and in a moment the other

three were tangled up and the outfit

blocked the whole street. Two police-

men came up, and the skeleton pulled his nose out of the snow and gazed into

the hole with an indefinable expression

of sadness on his face. The policemen

took hold of him on either side in front

and lifted him over the traces again.

Then they did the same with his hinder

parts and pointed him up the avenue. They untangled the other three skeletons, and at the end of another 10 min-

utes the stage was out of the way. "What made him jump over the

traces?" the reporter asked one of the policemen. "Saw an oat," answered both policemen in concert.--New York Sun.

Passports In Russia. The reform of the passport system is

about to be undertaken in Russia. At present nobody can change his dwelling even in the same street without sending his passport twice to be vised by the po-lice--first on, quitting the old house and secondly on entering the new one. This is aggravated by the slowness of the Russian officials. The wife cannot leave her home even were it on the most urgent business without a passport delivered to her by her husband, and unscrupulous husbands take advantage of this. Wives have been known to purchase the marital passport by the sacrifice of half their personal fortune.--London Tit-Bits. A Sure Remedy. Doctors have exhausted their wits in

telling the sleepless "how to get to

sleep." The best recipe we know of is before getting into bed yourself to walk the floor two or three hours with a teething baby. If utter exhaustion does not follow, your case is hopeless.--New York Ledger. The Iron Enters One Man's Sole. "With all my heart and soul," exclaimed Rivers, sitting down on the edge of the bed the next morning after the housecleaning and pulling something out

of his heel with a strong pair of pliers, "I abominate and detest the income tacks!"--Chicago Tribune.

OPERATING ON THE BRAIN. Treating a Boy For an Injury Received Over Ten Years Before. A boy aged 15 had received a blow on the right side of his head from a pair of tongs eight days before his admission to the hospital. Three days after the accident a convulsion suddenly set in, involving the right side of the body, beginning in the arm and spreading to the leg and centers. Inquiry elicited the fact that 10 years before he had received a severe blow there, which, however, had not been

followed by any serious symptoms. Could

this old injury, after so long a time as 10 years, possibly be the cause of his pressent serious trouble? Further inquiry brought out the fact that for about a year before his admis-

sion the boy had repeated twitching of his right arm. So convinced was Mr. Harrisson that modern cerebral localization was right that he opened the boy's skull, not where most people would suppose would be natural--namely, on the right side of the head, where he had received the blow from the pair of tongs eight days before--but on the left side, at the site of the blow 10 years before, and at a definite point--namely, over the fissure of Rolando, at the place corresponding to the motor center for the arm as established by experiments on animals. Although the first injury was received so long before, yet the paralysis showed that it was the left side of the brain that was involved, and the twitching of the arm showed that this was the particular part of the left side of the brain where the injury probably existed. Mr. Harrisson punctured what seemed on the surface to be a normal brain and opened an abscess, and this boy, otherwise absolutely doomed to death, made an uninterrupted recovery. This is only one instance out of probably more than 150 cases of abscess in the brain which have been reported within the last seven or eight years which have been diagnosticated with the same accuracy and by the same means.--W. W. Keen, M. D., LL. D., in Harper's. The Power of the Mind. "The power of the mind to delude itself is simply marvelous," said Darius Manes. "How people conceive themselves that certain actions of theirs or state of thought move the infinite to definite action is simply marvelous. Not over a year ago a friend of mine was seized with a dangerous illness which

threatened his life and worse. He im-

mediately was seized with remorse for past offenses in the face of coming dissolution and sought by prayers and offerings to satisfy the wrath of the great unknown. He became so overwrought with worry that he was moved to tears and on more than one occasion did vari-

ous things which afterward in good health he admitted were ludicrous and idiotic. No change for the better came for a long time until a change of physi-

cians was effected. Then he began to re-

gain health, and the sick was eventually cured. That was not the best nor worst of it all. "During his return journey to health he attributed all his buoyant feelings and recovery to the devotions of himself and others offered to the Maker and stated that the Lord must have guided the second physician to him or him to the second physician--it didn't matter much which, just so the Lord did it. I talked with his physician afterward, and we began discussing the cure and finally drifted in the fellow's religious revolution as related to his cure. The physician figured out that he would have been

cured a month sooner if he had rested his mind and quit asking the Lord for

anything at all--or begging for divine intercession. I believe my friend agrees

with that opinion now, but you can see just how far a well balanced mind can really delude itself."--St. Louis Globe-Demo-crat.

The Cut of the Summer Skirt.

Skirts are getting wider and wider and being worn and still more worn. So exquisitely are these wide skirts cut that the ordinary onlooker has no conception of their real width unless a lady should daintily lift the hem of her gown and

raise it to arm's length outward to her shoulder at each side, as the skirt dancers

do those accordion plaited arrangements in which they delight, and yet leave enough fullness to fall prettily to her feet. Women of the past decade were ignorant of the art of cutting. Making was the great thing in their day, and then to display the making, and the frills and fur belows they distended their garments, but now ideas have changed, and though women may go in for full underskirts when summer weather calls for light ethereal fabrics they will never, never wear a crinoline again. It is bad enough that they have their old friend, the foundation, back again. Lining throughout was so much nicer. Fashions must change, however, and no one could be so absurd as to suppose that women could adopt the style and stick to it forever, as some would like to do for convenience and economy.

There is not one scrap of clumsiness or bulkiness about the skirts. They fit

quite closely around the hips and are really pretty and graceful.--London Cor. Chicago Herald.

A Street Costume In Boston. A procession of girls in fetching gowns topped off with big white hats were to

be seen on Tremont street directly after the recital given by the pupils of Miss Gertrude Franklin Thursday afternoon. One of the most striking was worn by a blond young lady, who succeeded in attracting much attention, which, if not sought, must have been dreadfully embarrassing. She was gowned in white serge made with a very full skirt, an

Eton jacket with enormous sleeves and wide rovers worn over a pink and white

striped shirt waist, a wide brimmed white sailor trimmed with a plain band of ribbon and white gloves with black stitching on the back. Her gait was more striking than her toilet. You couldn't help looking at her feet, which were dressed in white suede.--Boston Globe.

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