DUTIES OF PARENTS.

DR. TALMAGE SETS FORTH THE DANGERS OF THREATENING THE YOUNG.

The Sacrifice of Jephthah's Daughter Was but a Type of Millions of Child Sacrifices by Unwise Training or Cruel Neglect by Parents.

BROOKLYN, July 30.--Rev. Dr. Talmage, who is now on his vacation tour in the west, has chosen for a topic for

this morning, "Children's Rights," the text being Judges xi, 36, "My father,

if thou has opened thy mouth unto the Lord, do to me according to that which hath proceeded out of thy mouth."

Jephthah was a freebooter. Early turned out from a home where he ought to have been cared for, he consorted with rough men and went forth to earn his living as best he could. In those

times it was considered right for a man to go out on independent military expeditions. Jephthah was a good man according to the light of his dark age, but through a wandering and a predatory life he became reckless and precipitate. The grace of God changes a man's heart, but never reverses his natural temperament. THE WILD COMMANDER. The Israelites wanted the Ammonites driven out of their country, so they sent a delegation to Jephthah, asking him to become commander in chief of all the forces. He might have said, "You drove me out when you had no use for me, and now you are in trouble you want me back," but he did not say that. He takes command of the army, sends messengers to the Ammonites to tell them to vacate the country, and getting no favorable

response marshals his troops for battle.

Before going out to the war Jephthah makes a very solemn vow that if the Lord will give him the victory then on his return home whatsoever first comes out of his doorway he will offer in sacrifice as a burnt offering. The battle

opens. It was no skirmishing on the edges of danger, no unlimbering of bat-

teries two miles away, but the hurling of men on the point of swords and spears until the ground could no more drink the blood and the horses reared to leap over the pile of bodies of the slain. In those old times opposing forces would fight until their swords were broken, and then each one would throttle his man until they both fell, teeth to teeth, grip to grip, death stare to death stare, until the plain was one tumbled mass of corpses from which the last trace of manhood had been dashed out. Jephthah wins the day. Twelve cities lay captured at his feet. Sound the victory all through the mountains of Gilead. Let the trumpeters call up the survivors. Homeward to your wives and children. Homeward with your glittering treasures. Homeward to have the applause of an admiring nation. Build triumphal arches. Swing out flags all over Mizpeh. Open all your doors to receive the captured treasures. Through

every hall spread the banquet. Pile up the viands. Fill high the tankards.

The nation is redeemed, the invaders are routed, and the national honor is vindicated.

THE RETURN IN TRIUMPH.

Huzza for Jephthah, the conqueror! Jephthah, seated on a prancing steed, advances amid acclaiming multitudes, but his eye is not on the excited populace. Remembering that he had made a solemn vow that, returning from victorious battle, whatsoever first came out of the doorway of his home, that should he sacrifice as a burnt offering, he has his anxious look upon the door. I wonder what spotless lamb, what brace of doves, will be thrown upon the fires of the burnt offering. Oh, horrors! Paleness of death blanches his cheek. Despair seizes his heart. His daughter, his

only child, rushes out the doorway to throw herself in her father's arms and shower upon him more kisses than there were wounds on his breast or dents on his shield. All the triumphal splendor vanishes. Holding back his child from his heaving breast and pushing the locks back from the fair brow and looking into the eyes of inextinguishable affection, with choked utterance he says: "Would God I lay stark on the bloody plain. My daughter, my only child, joy of my home, life of my life, thou art the sacrifice!" The whole matter was explained to her. This was no whining, hollow hearted girl into whose eyes the father looked. All the glory of sword and shield vanished in the presence of the valor of that girl. There may have been a tremor of the lip as a rose leaf trembles in the sough of the south wind, there may have been the starting of a tear like a raindrop shook from the anther of a water lily, but with a self sacrifice that man may not reach and only woman's heart can compass she surrenders herself to fire and to death. She cries out in the words

of my text, "My father, if thou hast opened thy mouth unto the Lord, do unto me whatsoever hath proceeded from thy mouth."

THE MAIDEN'S HEROISM. She bows to the knife, and the blood which so often at the father's voice had rushed to the crimson cheek smokes in the fires of the burnt offering. No one can tell us her name. The garlands that Mizpeh twisted for Jephthah, the warrior, had gone into the dust, but all ages are twisting this girl's chaplet. It is well that her name came not to us, for no one can wear it. They may take the name of Deborah or Abigail or Miriam, but no one in all the ages can have the title of this daughter of sacrifice. Of course this offering was not pleasing to the Lord; but before you hurl your denunciations at Jephthah's cruelty,

remember that in olden times, when vows were made, men thought they must

execute them, perform them, whether they were wicked or good. There were two wrong things about Jephthah's vow. First, he ought never to have made it. Next, having made it, it were better broken than kept. But do not take on

pretentious airs and say, "I could not have done as Jephthah did." If today

you were standing on the banks of the Ganges and you had been born in India,

you might have been throwing your children to the crocodiles. It is not be-

cause we are naturally any better, but because we have more gospel light.

SACRIFICES OF TODAY. Now, I make very practical use of this question when I tell you that the sacrifice of Jephthah's daughter was a type of the physical, mental and spiritual sacrifice of 10,000 children in this day. There are parents all unwittingly bringing to bear upon their children a class of influences which will as certainly ruin them as knife and torch destroyed Jeph-

thah's daughter. While I speak, the whole nation without emotion and with-

out shame looks upon the stupendous sacrifice.

In the first place, I remark that much of the system of education in our day is

a system of sacrifice. When children spend six or seven hours a day in school

and then must spend two or three hours in preparation for school the next day

will you tell me how much time they will have foe sunshine and fresh air and

the obtaining of that exuberance which is necessary for the duties of coming life?

No one can feel more thankful than I do for the advancement of common school education. The printing of books appropriate for schools, the multiplica-

tion of philosophical apparatus, the es-

tablishment of normal schools, which provide for our children teachers of lar-

gest caliber, are themes on which every philanthropist ought to be contratulated. But this herding of great multitudes of children in ill ventilated schoolrooms and poorly equipped halls of in-

struction is making many of the places of knowledge in this country huge holocausts.

Politics in many of the cities get into educational affairs, and while the two political parties are scrambling for the

honors Jephthah's daughter perishes.

It is so much so that there are many

schools in the country today which are preparing tens of thousands of invalid

men and women for the future, so that in many places by the time the child's education is finished the child is finished. In many places, in many cities of the country, there are large appropriations for everything else and cheerful appro-

priations, but as soon as the appropriation is to be made for the educational or moral interest of the city we are struck

through with an economy that is wellnigh the death of us.

SPARE THE DELICATE BRAIN.

In connection with this I mention what

I might call the cramming system of the common schools and many of the acade-mies--children of delicate brain compelled to tasks that might appall a mature intellect, children going down to school with a strap of books half as high as themselves. The fact is, in some of the cities parents do not allow their children to graduate for the simple reason, they say, "We cannot afford to allow our children's health to be destroyed in order that they might gather the honors of an institution.

Tens of thousands of children educated

into imbecility, so connected with many such literary establishments there ought to be asylums for the wrecked. It is push and crowd and cram and stuff and jam until the child's intellect is bewildered, and the memory is wrecked, and the health is gone. There are children turned out from the schools who once were full of romping and laughter and had cheeks crimson with health who are now turned out in the afternoon pale faced, irritated, asthmatic, old before their time. It is one of the saddest sights on earth, an old mannish boy or an old womanish girl.

Girls 10 years of age studying algebra!

Boys 12 years of age racking their brains over trigonometry! Children unacquainted with their mother tongue crying over their Latin, French and German lessons! All the vivacity of their nature beaten out of them by the heavy beetle of a Greek lexicon! And you doctor them for this, and you give them a little medicine for that, and you wonder what is the matter with them. I will tell you what is the matter with them: they are finishing their education. In my parish in Philadelphia a child was so pushed at school that she was thrown into a fever, and in her dying delirium, all night long, she was trying to recite the multiplication table. In my boyhood I remember that in our class at school there was one lad who knew more than all of us put together. If we were fast in our arithmetic, he extricated us. When we stood up for the spelling class, he was almost always the head of the class. Visitors came to his father's house, and he was almost always brought in as a prodigy. At 18 years of age he was an idiot. He lived 10 years an idiot and died an idiot, not knowing his right hand from his left, or day from night. The parents and the teachers made him an idiot. THE RIGHTS OF CHILDHOOD. You may flatter your pride by forcing your children to know more than any other children, but you are making a sacrifice of that child if by the additions to its intelligence you are making a subtraction from its future. The child will go away from such maltreatment with no exuberance to fight the battle of life. Such children may get along very well while you take care of them, but when you are old or dead, alas! for them if, through the wrong system of education which you adopted, they have no swarthiness or force of character to take care of themselves. Be careful how you make the child's head ache or its heart flutter.

I hear a great deal about black men's rights and Chinamen's rights and In-

dians' rights and women's rights. Would God that somebody would rise to plead for children's right! The Carthaginians used to sacrifice their children by put-

ting them into the arms of an idol which thrust forth it hand. The child was put into the arms of the idol, and no sooner

touched the arms than it dropped into the fire. But it was the art of the mothers to keep the children smiling and laughing until the moment they died. There may be a fascination and a hilarity about the styles of education of which I am speaking, but it is only laughter at the moment of sacrifice. Would God there were only one Jephthah's daughter. OBEDIENCE TO BE TAUGHT. Again, there are many parents who are sacrificing their children with wrong systems of discipline--too great rigor or

too great leniency. There are children in families who rule the household. They

come to the authority. The high chair in which the infant sits is the throne,

and the rattle is the scepter, and the other children make up the parliament

where father and mother have no vote! Such children come up to be miscreants. There is no chance in this world for a child that has never learned to mind. Such people become the botheration of

the church of God and the pest of the world. Children that do not learn to obey human authority are unwilling to

learn to obey divine authority. Children will not respect parents whose authority they do not respect. Who are these

young men that swagger through the street, with their thumbs in their vest,

talking about their father as "the old man," "the governor," "the squire," "the old chap," or their mother as "the old woman?" They are those who in youth, in childhood, never learned to respect authority. Eli, having heard that his sons had died in their wickedness, fell over backward and broke his neck and died. Well he might. What is life to a father whose sons are debauched? The dust of the valley is pleasant to his taste, and the driving rains that drip through the roof of the sepulcher are sweeter than the wince of Helbon.

There must be harmony between the father's government and the mother's

government. The father will be tempted to too great rigor. The mother will be tempted to too great leniency. Her tenderness will overcome her. Her voice is a little softer, her hand seems better fit

to pull out a thorn and soothe a pang. Children wanting any thing from the mother cry for it. They hope to dissolve her will with tears. But the mother

must not interfere, must not coax off, must not beg for the child when the

hour comes for the assertion of parental supremacy and the subjugation of a child's temper. There comes in the history of every child an hour when it is tested whether the parents shall rule or the child shall rule. That is the crucial hour. If the child triumphs in that hour, then he will some day make you crouch. It is a horrible scene. I have witnessed it--a mother come to old age, shivering

with terror in the presence of a son who cursed her gray hairs and mocked her

wrinkled face and begrudged her the crust she munched with her toothless gums!

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is

To have a thankless child!

CONTROL YOUR TEMPER. But, on the other hand, too great rigor must be avoided. It is a sad thing when domestic government becomes cold military despotism. Trappers on the

prairie fight fire with fire, but you can-

not successfully fight your child's bad temper with your own bad temper. We

must not be too minute in our inspec-

tion. We cannot expect our children to be perfect. We must not see everything. Since we have two or three faults of our own, we ought not to be too rough when we discover that our children have as many. If tradition be true, when we were children we were not all little Samuels, and our parents were not fearful lest they could not raise us because of our premature goodness.

You cannot scold or pound your chil-

dren into nobility of character. The bloom of a child's heart can never be

seen under a cold drizzle. Above all, avoid fretting and scolding in the house-

hold. Better than 10 years of fretting at your children is one good, round, old

fashioned application of the slipper! That minister of the gospel of whom we

read in the newspapers that he whipped his child to death because he would not

say his prayers will never come to canonization. The arithmetic cannot calculate how many thousands of children have been ruined forever either through too great rigor or too great leniency.

The heavens and the earth are filled with the groan of the sacrificed. In this

important matter seek divine direction, O father, O mother. Some one asked the mother of the Lord Chief Justice Mansfield if she was not proud to have three such eminent sons and all of them so good. "No," she said, "It is nothing to be proud of, but something for which to be very grateful."

Again, there are many who are sacrificing their children to a spirit of world-

liness. Some one asked a mother whose children had turned out very well what

was the secret by which she prepared them for usefulness and for the Christian life, and she said: "This was the secret. When in the morning I washed my children, I prayed that they might be washed in the fountain of a Saviour's mercy. When I put on their garments, I prayed that they might be arrayed in the robe of a Saviour's righteousness. When I gave them food, I prayed that they might be fed with manna from heaven. When I started them on the road to school, I prayed that their path might be as the shining light, brighter and brighter to the perfect day. When I put them to sleep, I prayed that they might be enfolded in the Saviour's arms." "Oh," you say, "that was very old fashioned." It was quite old-fashioned. But do you suppose that a child under such nurture as that ever turned out bad? TOO MUCH WORLDLINESS. In our day most boys start out with no idea higher than the all encompassing

dollar. They start in an age which boasts it can scratch the Lord's Prayer

on a 10 cent piece, and the Ten Commandments on a 10 cent piece. Children are taught to reduce morals and religion, time and eternity, to vulgar fractions. It seems to be their chief attainment

that 10 cents make a dime, and 10 dimes make a dollar. How to get money is

only equaled by the other art, how to keep it. Tell me, ye who know, what chance there is for those who start out in life with such perverted sentiments? The money market resounds again and again with the downfall of such people. If I had a drop of blood on the tip of a pen, I would tell you by what awful tragedy many of the youth of this country are ruined. Further on thousands and tens of thousands of the daughters of America are sacrificed to worldliness. They are taught to be in sympathy with all the artificialities of society. They are inducted into all the hollowness of what is called fashionable life. They are taught to believe that history is dry, but that 50 cent stories of adventurous love are delicious. With capacity that might have rivaled a Florence Nightingale in heavenly ministries, or made the father's house glad with filial and sisterly demeanor, their life is a waste, their beauty a curse, their eternity a demolition. SLAIN AT THE ALTAR. In the siege of Charleston, during the civil war, a lieutenant of the army stood on the floor beside the daughter of the ex-governor of the state of South Carolina. They were taking the vows of marriage. A bombshell struck the roof, dropped into the group, and nine were wounded and slain; among the wounded to death, the bride. While the bridegroom knelt on the carpet trying to staunch the wounds the bride demanded that the ceremony be completed, that she might take the vows before her departure, and when the minister said, "Wilt thou be faithful unto death?" with

her dying lips she said, "I will," and in two hours she had departed. That was

the accidental slaughter and the sacrifice of the body, but at thousands of marriage altars there are daughters slain for time and slain for eternity. It is not a marriage; it is a massacre. Affianced to some one who is only waiting until his father dies so he can get the property. Then a little while they swing around in the circles, brilliant circles. Then the property is gone, and having no power to earn a livelihood the twain sink into some corner of society--the husband an idler and a sot, the wife a drudge, a slave and a sacrifice.

Ah, spare your denunciations from Jephthah's head and expend them all on this

wholesale modern martyrdom! I lift up my voice today against the

sacrifice of children. I look out of my window on a Sabbath and I see a group

of children--unwashed, uncombed, un-

Christianized. Who cares for them? Who prays for them? Who utters to them one kind word?

THE STREET ARAB. When the city missionary passing along the park in New York saw a ragged lad and heard him swearing, he said to him: "My son, stop swearing! You ought to

go to the house of God today. You ought to be good. You ought to be a Christian." The lad looked in his face and said, "Ah, it is easy for you to talk, well clothed as you are and well fed, but we chaps hain't got no chance!" Who lifts them to the altar for baptism? Who goes forth to snatch them up from crime and death and woe? Who today will go forth and bring them into schools and churches? No. Heap them up, great piles of rags and wretchedness and filth. Put underneath them the fires of sacrifice, stir up the blaze, put on more fagots, and while we sit in the churches with folded arms and indifferent crime and disease and death will go on with the agonizing sacrifice. During the early French revolution at Bourges there was a company of boys who used to train every day as young soldiers, and they carried a flag, and they had on the flag this inscription: "Tremble, tyrants, tremble! We are growing up." Mightily suggestive! This generation is passing off, and a mightier generation is coming on. Will they be the foes of tyranny, the foes of sin and the foes of death, or will they be the foes of God? They are coming up! I congratulate all parents who are doing their best to keep their children

away from the altar of sacrifice. Your prayers are going to be answered. Your

children may wander away from God, but they will come back again. A voice comes from the throne today encourag-

ing you, "I will be a God to thee, and to thy seed after thee." And though when you lay your head in death there may be some wanderer of the family far away from God, and you may be 20 years in heaven before salvation shall come to

his heart, he will be brought into the kingdom, and before the throne of God you will rejoice that you were faithful. Come at last, although so long postponed his coming. Come at last!

CHEER FOR THE TOILERS.

I congratulate all those who are toil-

ing for the outcast and the wandering. Your work will soon be over, but the in-

fluence you are setting in motion will never stop. Long after you have been

garnered for the skies your prayers, your teachings and your Christian influence

will go on and help to people heaven with bright inhabitants.

Which would you rather see--which scene would you rather mingle in in the

last great day--being able to say, "I added house to house and land to land

and manufactory to manufactory; I owned half the city; whatever my eyes saw I had, whatever I wanted I got," or on that day to have Christ look you full in the face and say, "I was hungry, and ye fed me; I was naked, and ye clothed me; I was sick and in prison, and ye visited me; inasmuch as ye did it to the

least of my brethren, ye did it to me?"

Are Animals Ever "Bored?"

Surely mankind has sufficient faults and failings of its own to answer for

without being called upon to assume the responsibility of animal failings as well.

An American author has discovered that domestic animals, such as cats or dogs, are not only subject to ennui, but also display their feelings under that infliction after very much the same fashion as their human friends, a fact which no one who has kept tame animals will be tempted to deny. But from this fact our contemporary, The News, leaps to a perfectly unwarrantable conclusion and boldly asserts

that ours is the fault, that mankind has inoculated the beast creation with its

own particular disease and that it is civilization "which produces ennui, not only in men, women and children, but even in cats and dogs." "We may well blush," it continues, "when we think how man has demoralized the dog. We have taught the dog to be bored. We have corrupted him by our society." And again, "Ennui is one of man's many inventions, but he has taught the unprofitable vice to the domestic or at least to the household animals--pupils only too apt in evil." Was ever so monstrous a charge leveled against our innocence! The next thing we shall be told is that we are the cause that dogs do bark and bite and

that whatever may have been the mor-

ality of Dr. Watts his natural history is no better than his poetry. The News, if it is so sure of the demoralizing influence it has exercised upon dogs, is welcome to blush for itself. We prefer to maintain that dogs sorrow under boredom for the same simple reason that they delight to bark and bite, "for 'tis their nature to."--London Spectator.

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"My wife is crazy to have me buy a new milk cow. What do you think of the idea?"

"Magnificent! You couldn't invest $40 in a way to bring you better returns."

"Much bother and expense?" "Hardly any. Your milk won't cost you over a cent a quart, and it will be pure milk too. If I had a barn, I'd keep two cows."

"Two or three of my friends have rather discouraged me."

"Don't listen to 'em. Rich cream for strawberries and coffee--pure, sweet milk for the children and kitchen! I've often wondered that you didn't keep a cow. No care, no trouble, no expense. I'll guarantee you'll never regret it. In fact, it is really your duty toward your children."

"Yes, I suppose so. I guess I'll go over to the hay market and buy one and send her up." Ten minutes later the man who advised was telephoning to a carpenter shop: "Say, you! One of your men was up at the house yesterday measuring doors and windows for fly screens. I told him to go ahead at $42, but I want to countermand the order. Sold out? Oh, no! My neighbor's going to keep a cow, and

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