WEEK DAY RELIGION.

THE PRACTICAL THEME OF DR. TAL-

MAGE'S SUNDAY SERMON.

Religion is Applicable to the Commonplace Affairs of Life--The Aggregate Im-

portance of Small Things--"In All Thy Ways Acknowledge Him."

BROOKLYN, Sept. 3.--Rev. T. De Witt Talmage in selecting a topic for today

chose one of practical value to all classes

--viz. "Week Day Religion." The text

is from Proverbs iii, 6, "In all thy ways

acknowledge him."

There has been a tendency in all lands and ages to set apart certain days, places and occasions for especial religious service, and to think that they formed the realm in which religion was chiefly to act. Now, while holy days and holy places have their use, they can never be a substitute for continuous exercise of faith and prayer.

In other words, a man cannot be so good a Christian on Sabbath that he can

afford to be a worldling all the week. If a steamer start for Southampton and sail one day in that direction and the other six days sail in the other directions, how long before the steamer will get to

Southampton? Just as soon as the man will get to heaven who sails on the Sab-

bath day toward that which is good, and the other six days of the week sails to-

ward the world, the flesh and the devil. You cannot eat so much at the Sabbath

banquet that you can afford religious abstinence all the rest of the week.

GENUINE RELIGION NOT SPASMODIC. Genuine religion is not spasmodic, does not go by fits and starts, is not an attack of chills and fever--now cold un-

til your teeth chatter, now hot until your bones ache. Genuine religion marches on steadily, up steep hills and

along dangerous declivities, its eye ever on the everlasting hills crowned with the castles of the blessed.

I propose, so far as God may help me, to show you how we may bring our re-

ligion into ordinary life and practice it in common things--yesterday, today, tomorrow.

And, in the first place, I remark, we ought to bring religion into our ordinary conversation. A dam breaks, and two

or three villages are submerged, a South American earthquake swallows a city, and people begin to talk about the un-

certainty of human life, and in that conversation think they are engaging in religious service when there may be no religion at all. I have noticed that in pro-

portion as Christian experience is shallow men talk about about funerals and deathbeds and hearses and tombstones and epitaphs.

If a man have the religion of the gos-

pel in its full power in his soul, he will talk chiefly about this world and the eternal world and very little comparatively about the insignificant pass be-

tween this and that. Yet how seldom it is that the religion of Christ is a welcome theme! If a man full of the gospel of Christ goes into a religious circle and

begins to talk about sacred things, all the conversation is hushed, and things become exceedingly awkward. As on a summer day, the forests full of song and chirp and carol, mighty chorus of bird harmonies, every branch an orchestra,

if a hawk appears in the sky, all the voices are hushed, so I have sometimes seen a social circle that professed to be Christian silenced by the appearance of the great theme of God and religion.

Now, my friends, if we have the reli-

gion of Christ in our soul, we will talk about it in an exhilarant mood. It is more refreshing than the waters, it is brighter than the sunshine, it gives a man joy here and prepares him for everlasting happiness before the throne of God. And yet, if the theme of religion be introduced into a circle, everything is silenced--silenced unless perhaps an

aged Christian man in the corner of the room, feeling that something ought to be said, puts one foot over the other and sighs heavily and says, "Oh, yes, that's so!"

My friends, the religion of Jesus Christ is not something to be groaned about, but something to talk about and sing

about, your face irradiated. The trouble is that men professing the faith of the gospel are often so inconsistent that

they are afraid their conversation will not harmonize with their life. We cannot talk the gospel unless we are the gospel. You will often find a man whose entire life is full of inconsistencies fill-

ing his conversation with such expressions as, "We are miserable sinners," "The Lord help us," "The Lord bless

you," interlarding their conversation with such phrases, which are mere cant-

ing, and canting is the worst kind of hypocrisy.

If a man have the grace of God in his heart dominant, he can talk religion, and it will seem natural, and men, instead of being repulsed by it, will be attracted by it. Do you not know that when two Christian people talk as they ought about

the things of Christ and heaven God gives special attention, and he writes it all down. Malachi iii, 16, "Then they

that feared the Lord talked one to the other, and the Lord hearkened and heard, and a book of remembrance was writ-

ten."

RELIGION IN EVERYDAY AFFAIRS. But I remark again, we ought to bring the religion of Jesus Christ into our ordinary employments. "Oh," you say, "that's a very good theory for a man who

manages a large business, who has great traffic, who holds a great estate--it is a grand thing for bankers and for ship-pers--but in my thread and needle store, in my trimming establishment, in my in-

significant work of life, you cannot ap-

ply those grand gospel principles." Who told you that? Do you not know that a faded leaf on a brook's surface attracts

God's attention as certainly as the path of a blazing sun and that the moss that creeps up the side of the rock attracts God's attention as certainly as the waving tops of Oregon pine and Lebanon cedar, and that the crackling of an alder

under a cow's hoof sounds as loudly in God's ear as the snap of a world's con-

flagration, and that the most insignifi-

cant thing in your life is of enough importance to attract the attention of the Lord God Almighty?

My brother, you cannot be called to do anything so insignificant but God will help you in it. If you are a fisher-

man, Christ will stand by you as he did by Simon when he dragged Gennesaret. Are you a drawer of water? He will be with you as at the well curb when talking with the Samaritan woman.

Are you a custom house officer? Christ will call you as he did Matthew at the receipt of custom. The man who has only a day's wages in his pocket as cer-

tainly needs religion as he who rattles the keys of a bank and could abscond with a hundred thousand hard dollars.

And yet there are men who profess the religion of Jesus Christ who do not bring the religion of the gospel into their ordi-

nary occupations and employments.

There are in the churches of this day men who seem very devout on the Sabbath who are far from that during the week. A country merchant arrives in

this city, and he goes into the store to buy goods of a man who professes religion, but has no grace in his heart. The country merchant is swindled. He is too exhausted to go home that week; he tarries in town. On Sabbath he goes to some church for consolation, and what is his amazement to find that the man who carries around the poor box is the

very one who swindled him. But never mind. The deacon has his black coat on

now and looks solemn and goes home talking about that blessed sermon! Chris-

tians on Sunday. Worldlings during the week.

GOD SEES SMALL SINS.

That man does not realize that God knows every dishonest dollar he has in his pocket, that God is looking right through the iron wall of his money safe, and that the day of judgment is coming, and that "as the partridge sitteth on eggs and hatcheth them not, so he that getteth riches and not by right shall leave them in the midst of his days, and at his end shall be a fool." But how many there are who do not bring the religion of Christ into their everyday occupation. They think religion is for Sundays.

Suppose you were to go out to fight for your country in some great contest, would you go do the battling at Troy

or at Springfield? No, you would go there to get your swords and muskets. Then you would go out in the face of the enemy and contend for your country.

Now, I take the Sabbath day and the church to be only the armory where we are to get equipped for the great battle of life, and that battlefield is Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Fri-

day and Saturday. "Antioch," and "St. Martin's" and "Old Hundred" are not worth much if we do not sing all the week. A sermon is of little account if we cannot carry it behind the counter and behind the plow. The Sabbath day is of no value if it lasts only 24 hours.

"Oh," says some one, "if I had a great sphere, I would do that. If I could have

lived in the time of Martin Luther, if I could have been Paul's traveling com-

panion, if I had some great and resounding work to do, then I should put into application all that you say." I must admit that the romance and knight er-

rantry have gone out of life. There is but very little of it left in the world.

The temples of Ronen have been changed into smithies. The classic mansion at

Ashland has been cut up into walking sticks. The muses have retreated before the emigrant's ax and the trapper's gun, and a Vermonter might go over the Alleghany and the Rocky mountains and see neither an Oread nor a Sylph.

The groves where the gods used to dwell have been cut up for firewood, and

the man who is looking for great spheres and great scenes for action will not find them. And yet there are Alps to scale, and there are Hellesponts to swim, and they are in common life. It is absurd for you to say that you would serve God if you had a great sphere. If you do not serve him on a small scale, you would not on a large scale. If you cannot stand the bite of a midge, how could you endure the breath of a basilisk?

A TARIFF ON ANNOYANCES.

Our national government does not thing it belittling to put a tax on pins and a tax on buckles and a tax on shoes. The individual taxes do not amount to

much, but in the aggregate to millions and millions of dollars. And I would have you, oh, Christian man, put a high tariff on every annoyance and vexation

that comes through your soul. This might not amount to much in single cases, but in the aggregate it would be a great revenue of spiritual strength and satisfaction.

A bee can suck honey even out of a nettle, and if you have the grace of God in your heart you can get sweetness out

of that which would otherwise irritate and annoy. A returned missionary told me that a company of adventurers rowing up the Ganges were stung to death by flies that infest that region at certain seasons. I have seen the earth strewn with the carcasses of men slain by insect annoyances. The only way to get pre-

pared for the great troubles of life is to conquer these small troubles.

Suppose a soldier should say, "This is only a skirmish and there are only a few enemies--I won't load my gun; wait until I get into some great general engagement." That man is a coward and would be a coward in any sphere. If a

man does not serve his country in a skirmish, he will not in a Waterloo. And life you would not be faithful when great disasters with their thundering artillery came rolling down over the soul. This brings me to another point. We ought to bring the religion of Jesus Christ into all our trials. If we have a bereavement, if we lose our fortune, if some great trouble blast like the tempest, then we go to God for comfort, but yesterday in the little annoyances of

your store or office or shop or factory or banking house did you go to God for comfort? You did not.

My friends, you need to take the religion of the Lord Jesus Christ into the most ordinary trials of your life. You have your misfortunes, you have your anxieties, you have your [?]. "Oh," you say, "they don't shape my character. Since I lost my child, since

I have lost my property, I have been a very different man from what I was."

My brother, it is the little annoyances of your life that are souring your dis-

position, clipping your moral character and making you less and less of a man. You go into an artist's studio. You see him making a piece of sculpture. You say, "Why don't you strike harder?" With his mallet and his chisel he goes click, click, click! and you can hardly see from stroke to stroke that there is any impression made upon the

stone, and yet the work is going on. You say, "Why don't you strike harder?" "Oh," he replies, "that would shatter the stone. I must make it in this way,

stroke by stroke." And he continues on by week and month until after awhile every man that enters the studio is fas-

cinated.

Well, I find God dealing with some man. He is shaping him for time and shaping him for eternity. I say, "O

Lord, why not with one tremendous blow of calamity, shape that man for the next world?" God says, "That's not the way I deal with this man; it is stroke after stroke, annoyance after annoyance, irritation after irritation, and after awhile he will be done and a glad spectacle for angels and men."

THE DAY OF SMALL THINGS.

Not by one great stroke but by ten thousand little strokes of misfortune are men fitted for heaven. You know that large fortunes can soon be scattered by

being paid out in small sums of money, and the largest estate of Christian char-

acter is sometimes entirely lost by these small depletions.

We must bring the religion of Jesus Christ to help us in these little annoy-

ances. Do not say that anything is too insignificant to affect your character.

Rats may sink a ship. One lucifer match may destroy a temple. A queen

got her death by smelling of a poisoned rose. The scratch of a sixpenny nail may give you the lockjaw. Columbus, by asking for a piece of bread and a drink of water at a Franciscan convent, came to the discovery of a new world. And there is a great connection between trifles and immensities, between nothings and everythings.

Do you not suppose that God cares for your insignificant sorrows? Why, my friends, there is nothing insignificant in your life. How dare you take the re-

sponsibility of saying that there is? Do you not know that the whole universe is not ashamed to take care of one violet? I

say: "What are you doing down there in the grass, poor little violet? Nobody knows you are here. Are you not afraid nights? You will die with thirst. Nobody cares for you. You will suffer; you will perish." "No," says a star, "I'll watch over it tonight." "No," says the cloud, "I'll give it drink." "No," says the sun, "I'll warm it in my bosom." And then the wind rises and comes

bending down the grain and sounding its psalm through the forest, and I say, "Whither away, O wind, on such swift wing?" and it answers, "I am going to

cool the cheek of that violet." And then I look down into

the grass, and I say, "Can it be that God takes care of a poor thing like you?" and the answer comes up, "Yes, yes; God clothes the grass of the field, and he has never forgotten me, a poor violet." Oh, my friends, if the heavens bend down to such insignificant ministry as that, I tell you God is willing to bend down to your case, since he is just as careful about the construction of a spider's eye as he is in the conformation of flaming galaxies.

Plato had a fable which I have now nearly forgotten, but it ran something

like this: He said spirits of the other world came back to this world to find a body and find a sphere of work. One spirit came and took the body of a king

and did his work. Another spirit came and took the body of a poet and did his work. After awhile Ulysses came, and he said: "Why, all the find bodies are

taken, and all the grand work is taken. There is nothing left for me." And some

one replied, "Ah, the best one has been left for you." Ulysses said, "What's that?" And the reply was, "The body of a common man, doing a common work and for a common reward." A good fable for the world and just as good fable for the church.

But, I remark again, we ought to bring the religion of Jesus Christ into

our ordinary blessings. Every autumn the president of the United States and

the governors make proclamation, and we are called together in our churches

to give thanks to God for his goodness. But every day ought to be a thanksgiv-

ing day. We take most of the blessings of life as a matter of course. We have

had ten thousand blessings this morning for which we have not thanked God.

Before the night comes we will have a thousand more blessings you will never think of mentioning before God.

HOW TO APPRECIATE OUR BLESSINGS. We must see a blind man led along by his dog before we learn what a grand thing it is to have one's eyesight. We must see a man with St. Vitus' dance before we learn what a grand thing it is to have the use of our physical energies.

We must see some soldier crippled, limping along on his crutch or his empty

coatsleeve pinned up, before we learn what a grand thing it is to have the use

of all our physical faculties. In other words, we are so stupid that nothing but the misfortunes of others can wake us up to an appreciation of our common blessings.

We get on board a train and start for Boston and come to Norwalk bridge,

and the "draw" is off and crash goes the train. Fifty lives dashed out. We es-

cape. We come home in great excite-

ment and call our friends around us, and they congratulate us, and we all kneel down and thank God for our escape while so many perished. But tomorrow

morning you get on a train of cars for Boston. You cross that bridge at Nor-

walk, you cross all the other bridges; you get to Boston in safety. Then you return home. Not an accident, not an alarm. No thanks.

In other words, you seem to be more grateful when 50 people lose their lives and you get off than you are grateful to God when you all get off and you have no alarm at all. Now, you ought to be thankful when you escape from accident, but more thankful when they all escape. In the one case your gratitude is somewhat selfish; in the other it is more like what it ought to be.

Oh, these common mercies, these common blessings, how little we appre-

ciate them and how soon we forget them! Like the ox grazing, with the clover up to its eyes, like the bird pick-

ing the worm out of the furrow--never thinking to thank God, who makes the

grass grow and who gives life to every living thing from the animalculae in the sod to the seraph on the throne. Thanks-

giving on the 27th of November, in the autumn of the year, but blessings hour

by hour and day by day and no thanks at all.

I compared our indifference to the brute, but perhaps I wronged the brute. I do not know but that among its other instincts it may have an instinct by which

it recognizes the divine hand that feeds it. I do not know but that God is through it holding communication with what we call "traditional creation." The cow that stands under the willow by the water course chewing its cud looks very thankful, and who can tell how much a bird means by its song? The aroma of

the flowers smells like incense, and the mist arising from the river looks like the

smoke of a morning sacrifice. Oh, that we were as responsive!

If you were thirsty and asked me for a drink and I gave you this glass of water,

your common instinct would reply, "Thank you." And yet, how many

chalices of mercy we get hour by hour from the hand of the Lord, our Father

and our King, and we do not even think to say, "Thank you." More just to men than we are just to God.

INGRATITUDE. Who thinks of thanking God for the water gushing up in the well, foaming

in the cascade, laughing over the rocks, pattering in the shower, clapping its

hands in the sea? Who thinks to thank God for that? Who thinks to thank God for the air, the fountain of life, the bridge of sunbeams, the path of sound, the great fan on a hot summer day? Who thinks to thank God for this wonderful physical organism, this sweep of vision, this chime of harmony struck into the ear, this crimson tide rolling

through arteries and veins, this drumming of the heart on the march of immortality?

I convict myself, I convict every one of you while I say these things, that

we are unappreciative of the common mercies of life. And yet if they were

withdrawn, the heavens would withhold their rain, and the earth would crack

open under out feet, and famine and desolation and sickness and woe would stalk across the earth, and the whole earth would become a place of skulls.

Oh, my friends, let us wake up to an appreciation of the common mercies of

life. Let every day be a Sabbath, every meal a sacrament, every room a holy of

holies. We all have burdens to bear; let us cheerfully bear them. We all have

battles to fight; let us courageously fight them.

If we want to die right, we must live right. You go home and attend to your little sphere of duties. I will go home

and attend to my little sphere of duties. You cannot do my work; I cannot do

your work. Negligence and indolence will win the hiss of everlasting scorn,

while faithfulness will gather its garlands and wave its scepter and sit upon

its throne long after the world has put on ashes and eternal ages have begun their march.

Dancing Amid Daisies. A "daisy dance" is the latest in enter-

tainments given by an original young lady at her summer home. Adjoining

the old homestead is a great daisy field. The white petals of the flowers stretch

afar before one's eyes in a sheet of snowy whiteness. In the center of this field was erected a dancing platform. At once end the musicians sat beneath a mam-

moth daisy, that had been made by the village carpenter and draped with white cheese cloth. The sides of the waxed dancing floor were also draped with this inexpensive material to harmonize with the whiteness surrounding the daisy field.

The young hostess received her friends in the white and bamboo furnished par-

lor of the country house dressed in a simply made silk mulle gown, and wearing only gold jewelry and natural daisies for ornaments. The mantel be-

fore which she stood and the wide win-

dow sills were banked with daisies, and trailing about the mirrors and in great

jardiniers were those same pretty field blossoms. The lady guests were requested to wear white of any material, but surely white, with daisies for floral decorations. And the chaste airiness of the fair ones as they danced in the light of a bright July moon can be best imag-

ined.--New York Advertiser.

Insuring Against Bad Tenants. There has lately been organized a rent guarantee company, the business of which is to insure landlords against loss by bad tenants.

The scope of this company is a little wider than it would seem at first. In order to reduce its risks to a minimum it makes a business of keeping informed as to the standing of tenants, and for a con-

sideration, landlords are supplied with information which often enables them to keep undesirable tenants out of their houses.

The business may still be said to be in its experimental stage, but the idea seems to meet with favor among landlords. Insurance men believe the principle can be successfully carried out in this direction, though the experience of

two or three companies may be neces-

sary before rates can be correctly estab-

lished and the business placed on a perfect basis.--Boston Globe.

Gentlemen Who Aspire to Be Flunkeys. With the exception of Lord Carrington (who did very well indeed) the offi-

cial actors in the ceremonial at the duke's wedding appeared to be very im-

perfect in their parts, and it is a wonder that no accident took place. It was odd indeed to see a number of aristocratic

personages walking backward with the appearance of being saturated with the

most slavish servility, but even more grotesque and remarkable were the con-

stant and profound bowings and scrapings of all the courtiers.

Lord Palmerston once remarked to Lord Dalling, who repeated the saying to Charles Lever, "What a happy arrange-

ment it is that in an age when our flunkeys aspire to be gentlemen there are gentlemen who ask nothing better than to be flunkeys," and he never said a better thing.--London Truth. A Provision Is a Doctor's Will. A Philadelphia physician who died the other day left a will, containing some queer provisions, including this one: "If my family never settled with Mr. Foster concerning the dog, I wish and want them to give to the boy Foster who was bit the sum of $10, but if they have settled with the said Foster, then they are not to pay any money to said boy. This is in fulfillment of a promise I made to them when I was in trouble concerning the dog."

Nearly Choked by a Snake.

George Traley, employed near Lon-

donville, O., raised a pitchfork of hay and dropped it pretty quick. A black

snake fell therefrom upon his neck af-

fectionately and came near throttling him before the other fellows pulled him off.--New York Recorder.

The Five Great Oceans.

The following are the latest estimates of the give great oceans: Pacific, 71,000,-

000 square miles; Atlantic, 35,000,000 square miles; Indian, 28,000,000 square

miles; Antarctic, 8,500,000 square miles; Arctic, 4,500,000 square miles.

Kind Indeed.

Collector (angrily)--Do you intend to pay this bill next week or never, sir?

Trotter--Well, since you offer me a choice, I say never. Really very kind of you. Good day.--Truth.

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