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A MONSTER JUBILEE. AN INTERESTING PROPOSITION FROM DR. TALMAGE.

He Suggests an International Jubilee to Celebrate the Nineteen Hundredth Birth-

day of Christ--A Banquet For the Hungry--An Interesting Sermon.

BROOKLYN, Sept. 24--At the Brooklyn Tabernacle this forenoon Rev. Dr. Talmage preached a sermon of unusual interest to a vast audience, the subject being "The Nineteen Hundredth Anniversary. A Proposition Concerning It." The text was taken from Isaiah ix, 6, "To us a child is born."

That is a tremendous hour in the history of any family when an immortal spirit is incarnated. Out of a very dark cloud there descends a very bright morning. One life spared and another given.

All the bells of gladness ring over the cardle. I know not why any one should doubt that of old a star pointed down to the Saviour's birthplace, for a star of joy points down to every honorable nativity. A new eternity dates from that hour, that minute.

Beautiful and appropriate is the cus-

tom of celebrating the anniversary of such an event, and clear on into the eighties and the nineties the recurrence of

that day of the year in an old man's life causes recognition and more or less congratulation. So also nations are ac-

customed to celebrate the anniversary of their birth and the anniversary of the birth of their great heroes or de-

liverers or benefactors. The 22d of Feb-

ruary and the 4th of July are never allowed to pass in our land without banquet and oration and bell ringing

and cannonade. But all other birthday anniversaries are tame compared with the Christmas festivity, which celebrates the birthday described in my text.

Protestant and Catholic and Greek churches, with all the power of music and garland and procession and doxology, put the words of my text into national and continental and hemispheric chorus, "To us a child is born." On the 25th of December each year that is the theme in St. Paul's and St. Peter's and St. Mark's and St. Isaac's and all the dedicated cathedrals, chapels, meeting houses and churches clear round the world. We shall soon reach the nineteen hundredth anniversary of that happiest event of all time. This century is dying. Only seven more pulsations, and its heart will cease to beat. The fingers of many of you will write it at the head of your letters and the foot of your im-

portant documents, "1900." It will be a physical and moral sensation unlike anything else you have before experi-

enced. Not one hand that wrote "1801" at the induction of this century will have cunning left to write "1901" at the induction of another.

The death of one century and the birth of another century will be sublime and suggestive and stupendous beyond all estimate. To stand by the grave of one century and by the cradle of another will be an opportunity such as whole generations of the world's inhabitants never experienced. I pray God that there may be no sickness or casualty to hinder your arrival at that goal or to hinder your taking part in the valedictory of the departing century and the salutation of the new.

But as that season will be the nineteen hundredth anniversary of a Saviour's birth, I now nominate that a great international jubilee or exposition be opened in this cluster of cities by the seacoast on Christmas day, the 25th of December, 1900, to be continued for at least one month into the year 1901. This century closing Dec. 31, 1900, and the new century beginning Jan. 1, 1901, will it not be time for all nations to turn aside for a few weeks or months from everything else and emphasize the birth of the greatest being who ever touched our planet, and could there be a more appropriate time for such commemoration than this culmination of the centuries which are dated from his nativity? You know that all history dates either from before Christ or after Christ, from B. C. or A. D. It will be the year of our Lord 1900 passing into the year 1901.

We have had the Centennial at Phila-

delphia, celebrative of the one hundredth anniversary of our nation's birth. We have had the magnificent expositions at New Orleans and Atlanta and Augusta and St. Louis. We have the present World's exposition at Chicago, celebrative of the four hundredth anniversary of this continent's emergence, and there are at least two other great celebrations promised for this country, and oth-

er countries will have their historic events to commemorate, but the one event that has most to do with the welfare of all nations is the arrival of Jesus Christ on this planet, and all the enthu-

siasm ever witnessed at London or Vien-

na or Paris or any of our American cities would be eclipsed by the enthusiasm that would celebrate the ransom of all na-

tions, the first step toward the accomplishing of it being taken by an infantile foot one winter's night about five miles from Jerusalem, when the clouds dropped the angelic cantata, "Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will to men." The three or four questions that would be asked me concerning the nomination of time and place I proceed to answer. What practical use would come of such international celebration? Answer--The biggest stride the world ever took toward the evangelization of all nations. That is a grand and wonderful convocation, the religious congress at Chicago. It will put intelligently before the world the nature of false religions which have been brutalizing the nations, tramping womanhood into the dust, enacting the horrors of infanticide, kindling funeral pyres for shrieking victims, and rolling juggernauts across the mangled bodies of their worshipers.

But no one supposes that any one will be converted to Christ by hearing Con-

fucianism or Buddhism or any form of heathenism eulogized. That is to be done afterward. And how can it s well be done as by a celebration of many weeks of the birth and character and achievements of the wondrous and un-

precedented Christ? To such an exposition the kings and queens of all the earth would not send their representatives--they would send themselves.

The story of a Saviour's advent could not be told without telling the story of his mission. All the world would say, "Why this ado, this universal demon-

stration?" What a vivid presentation it would be, when at such a convocation the physicians of the world should tell what Christ has done for hospitals and the assuagement of human pain, and when Christian lawyers declare what Christ has done for the establishment of good laws, and Christian conquerors should tell what Christ had done in the conquest of nations, and Christian rulers of the earth would tell what Christ had done in the government of earthly do-

minions!

Thirty days of such celebration would do more to tell the world who Christ is than any 30 years. Not a land on earth but would hear of it and discuss it. Not an eye so dimmed by the superstition of ages but would see the illumination. The difference of Christ's religion from all others is that its one way of dissemination is by a simple "telling," not argument, not skillful exegetists, polendes or the science of theological fisticuffs, but "telling." "Tell ye the daughter of Zion. Behold, thy King cometh." "Go quickly and tell his disciples that he has risen from the dead." "Go home to thy friends and tell them how great things the Lord hath done for thee." "When he is come, he will tell us all things." A religion of "telling."

And in what way could all nations so well be told that Christ had come as by such an international emphasizing of his nativity? All India would cry out about such an affair, for you know they have their railroads and telegraphs. "What is going on in America?" All China would cry out, "What is that great excitement in America?" All the islands of the sea would come down to the gang-

planks of the arriving ships and ask, "What is that they are celebrating in America?" It would be the mightiest missionary movement the world has ever seen. It would be the turning point in the world's destiny. It would waken the slumbering nations with one touch.

Question the Second--How would you have such an international jubilee con-

ducted? Answer--All arts should be marshaled, and art in its most attractive and impressive shape. First, architecture. While all academies of music, and all churches, and all great halls would be needed, there should be one great auditorium erected to hold such an audience as has never been seen on any sacred occasion in America.

If Scribonius Curio, at the cost of a kingdom, could build the first two vast amphitheaters, placing them back to back, holding great audiences for dramatic representation, and then by won-

derful machinery could turn them round with all their audiences in them, making the two auditoriums one amphi-

theater, to witness a gladitorial contest, and Vespasian could construct the Colliseum with its 80 columns, and its tri-

umphs in three orders of Greek archi-

tecture, and a capacity to hold 87,000 people seated and 15,000 standing, and all for purposes of cruelty and sin, cannot our glorious Christianity rear in honor of our glorious Christ a structure large enough to hold 50,000 of its worshipers?

If we go groping now among the ruined amphitheaters of Verona and Pompeii and Capua and Puzzuoli and Tarraco, and then stand transfixed with amazement at their immense sweep that held from 50,000 to 100,000 spectators gathered for carousal and moral degra-

dation, could not Christianity afford one architectural achievement that would hold and enthrall its 50,000 Christian disciples? Do you say no human voice could be heard throughout such a building? Ah! then you were not present when at the Boston peace jubilee Parepa easily with her voice enchanted 50,000 auditors. And the time is near at hand when in theological seminaries, where our young men are being trained for the ministry, the voice will be developed, and instead of the mumbling ministers, who speak with so low a tone you cannot hear unless you lean forward and hold your hand behind your ear, and then are able to guess the general drift of the subject and decide quite well whether it is about Moses or Paul or some one else--instead of that you will have coming from the theological seminaries all over the land young ministers with voice enough to command the attention of an audience of 50,000 people. That is the reason that the Lord gives us two lungs instead of one. It is the Divine way of saying physiologically, "Be heard!" That is the reason that the New Testament in beginning the account of Christ's sermon on the mount describes our Lord's plain articulation and resound of utterance by saying, "He opened his mouth." In that mighty concert hall and preaching place which I suggest for this nineteen hundredth aniversary let music crown our Lord. Bring all the orchestras, all the oratorios, all the Philharmonic and Handel and Haydn societies.

Then give us Haydn's oratorio of the "Creation," for our Lord took part in the universe building and "without him," says John, "was not anything made that was made," and Handel's "Messiah" and Beethoven's "Symphonies" and Mendelssohn's "Elijah," the prophet that typified our Christ and the grandest compositions of German and English and American masters, living or dead. All instruments that can hum or roll or whisper or harp or flute or clap or trumpet or thunder the praises of the Lord joined to all voices that can chant or warble or precentor multitudinous worshipers. What an arousing when 50,000 join in "Antioch" or "Coronation" or "Ariel," rising into hallelujah or sub-

siding into an almost supernatural amen! Yes, let sculpture stand on pedestals all around that building--the forms of apostles and martyrs, men and women, who spoke or wrought or suffered by headsman's ax or fire. Where is my fa-

vorite of all arts, this art of sculpture, that it is not busier for Christ or that its work is not better appreciated? Let it come forth at that world's jubilee of nativity. We want a second Phidias to do for that new temple what the first Phidias did for the Parthenon. Let the marble of Carrara come to resurrection to celebrate our Lord's resurrection. Let sculptors set up in that auditorium of Christ's celebration bas-relief and intaglio descriptive of the battles won for our holy religion. Where are the Canovas of the nineteenth century? Where are the American Thorwaldsens and Chan-

treys? Hidden somewhere, I warrant you.

Let sculpture turn that place into another Acropolis, but more glorious by as much as our Christ is stronger than their Hercules, and has more to do with the sea than their Neptune, and raises greater harvests than their Ceres, and rouses more music in the heart of the world than their Apollo. "The gods of the heathen are nothing but dumb idols, but our Lord made the heavens." In marble pure as snow celebrate him who came

to make us "whiter than snow." Let the chisel as well as pencil and pen be put down at the feet of Jesus. Yea, let painting do its best. The foreign galleries will loan for such a jubilee their Madonnas, their Angelos, their Rubens, their Raphaels, their "Christ at the Jordan," or "Christ at the Last Supper," or "Christ Coming to Judgment," or "Christ on the Throne of Uni-

versal Dominion," and our own Morans will put their pencils into the nineteen hundredth anniversary, and our Bier-

stadts from sketching "The Domes of the Yosemite" will come to present the domes of the world conquered for Immanuel. Added to all this I would have a floral decoration on a scale never equaled. The fields and open gardens could not furnish it, for it will be winter, and that season appropriately chosen, for it was into the frosts and desolations of winter that Christ immigrated when he came to our world. But while the fields will be bare, the conservatories and hothouses within 200 miles would gladly keep the sacred coliseum radiant and aromatic during all the convocations. Added to all let there be banquets, not like the drunken bout at the Metropolitan Opera House, New York, celebrating the centennial of Washington's inauguration, where the rivers of wine drowned the sobriety of so many senators and governors and generals, but a banquet for the people, the feeding of scores of thousands of people of a world in which the majority of the inhabitants have never yet had enough to eat, not a banquet at which a few favored men and women of social or political fortune shall sit, but such a banquet as Christ ordered when he told his servants to "go out into the highways and hedges and compel them to come in." Let the mayor of cities and the governors of states and the president of the United States proclaim a whole week of legal holiday--at least from Christmas day to New Year's day.

Added to this let there be at that in-

ternational moral and religious exposi-

tion a mammoth distribution of sacred literature. Let the leading ministers of religion from England, Scotland, Ire-

land, France, Germany and the world take the pulpits of all these cities and tell what they know of him whose birth we celebrate. At those convocations let vast sums of money be raised for churches, for asylums, for schools, for colleges, all of which institutions were born in the heart of Christ. On that day and in that season when Christ gave himself to the world let the world give itself to him.

Why do I propose America as the country for this convocation? Because most other lands have a state religion, and while all forms of religion may be toler-

ated in many lands America is the only country on earth where all evangelical denominations stand on an even footing, and all would have equal hearing in such an international exposition. Why do I select this cluster of seacoast cities? Answer--By that time--Dec. 25, 1900--these four cities of New York, Brooklyn, Jersey City and Hoboken, by bridges and tunnels, will be practically one and with an aggregate population of about 6,000,000. Consequently no other part of America will have such immensity of population. Why do I now make this nomination of time and place? Answer--Because such a stupendous movement cannot be extemporized. It will take seven years to get ready for such an overtowering celebration, and the work ought to begin speedily in churches, in colleges, in legislatures, in congress, in parliaments, in all styles of national assemblages, and we have no time to lose. It would take three years to make a programme worthy of such a coming together.

Why do I take it upon myself to make such a nomination of time and place? Answer--Because it so happens that in the mysterious providence of God, born in a farmhouse and of no royal or prince-

ly descent, the doors of communication are open to me every week by the secular and religious printing presses and have been open to me every week for many years, with all the cities and towns and neighborhoods of Christendom, and indeed in lands outside of Christendom, where printing presses have been established, and I feel that if there is anything worthy in this proposition it will be heeded and adopted. On the other hand, if it be too sanguine, or too hopeful, or too impractical, I am sure it will do no harm that I have expressed my wish for such an international jubilee, celebrative of the birth of our Immanuel.

My friends, such a holiday celebra-

tion at the close of one century and reaching into a new century would be something in which heaven and earth could join. It would not only be inter-

national, but interplanetary, interstellar, interconstellation. If you remember what occurred on the first Christmas night, you know that it was not a joy confined to our world. The choir above Bethlehem was imported from another world, and when the star left its usual sphere to designate the birthplace all astronomy felt the thrill. If there be anything true about our religion, it is that other worlds are sympathetic with this world and in communication with it. The glorified of heaven would join in such a celebration. The generations that have toiled to have the world for Christ would take part in such jubilation and prolonged assemblage. The upper galleries of God's universe would applaud the scene, whether we heard the clap of their wings and the shout of their voices or did not hear them. Prophets who predicted the Messiah, and apostles who talked with him, and martyrs who died for him would take part in the scene, though to our poor eyesight they might be invisible. The old missionaries who died in the malarial swamps of Africa, or were struck down by Egyptian typhus, or were butchered at Lucknow, or were slain by Bornesian cannibals would come down from their thrones to rejoice that at last Christ had been heard of, and so speedily in all nations. At the first roll of the first overture of the first day of that meeting all heaven would cry: "Hear! Hear!" Aye! Aye! I think myself such a vast procedure as that might hasten our Lord's coming, and that the expectation of many millions of Christians who believe in the second advent might be realized then at that conjunction of the nineteenth and twentieth centuries. I do not say it would be, yet who knows but that our blessed and adored Master, pleased with such a plan of worldwide observance, might say concerning this wandering and rebellious planet, "That world at last shows a disposition to appreciate what I have done for it, and with one wave of my scarred hand I will bless and reclaim and save it." That such a celebration of our Lord's birth, kept up for days and months, would please all the good of earth and mightily speed on the gospel chariot and please all the heavens, saintly, cherubic, seraphic, archangelic and divine, is beyond question. Oh, get ready for the world's greatest festivity! Tune your voice for the world's greatest an-

them. Lift the arches for the world's mightiest procession. Let the advancing standard of the army of years, which has inscribed on one side of it "1900" and on the other side "1901," have also inscribed on it the most charming name of all the universe--the name of Jesus.

Whether this suggestion of a world's celebration of the nativity be taken or not, it has allowed me an opportunity in a somewhat unusual way of expressing my love for the great central character of all time and all eternity. He is the infinite nonesuch. The armies of heaven drop on their knees before him. After Bourdalone, before overwhelmed audiences, has preached him, and Milton in immortal blank verse has sung him, and Michael Angelo has glorified the ceiling of the Vatican with his second coming, and martyrs while girdled and canopied with the flames of the stake have with burning lips kissed his memory, and in the "hundred and forty and four thousand" of heaven with feet on seas of glass intershot with sunrise, have with uplifted and downswung baton and sounding cornets, and waving banners, and heaven capturing doxologies celebrated him, the story of his loveliness, and his might, and his beauty, and his grandeur, and his grace, and his intercession, and his sacrifice, and of his birth, and his death will remain untold. Be his name on our lips while we live, and when we die after we have spoken farewell to father and mother and wife, and child let us speak that name which is the lullaby of earth and the transport of heaven. Before the crossing of time on the midnight between Dec. 31, 1900, and the 1st of January, 1901, many of us will be gone. Some of you will hear the clock strike 12 of one century and an hour after it hear strike 1 of another century, but many of you will not that midnight hear either the stroke of the old city clock or of the old timepiece in the hallway of the homestead. Seven years cut a wide swath through the churches and communities and nations.

But those who cross from world to world before Old Time in this world crosses that midnight from century to century will walk among the thrones of the coming earthly jubilee, and on the

river bank and in the house of many mansions, until all heaven will know of the coming of that celebration, that will fill the earthly nations with joy and help augment the nations of heaven. But whether here or there we will take part in the music and the banqueting if we have made the Lord our portion.

Oh, how I would like to stand at my front door some morning or noon or night and see the sky part and the blessed Lord descend in person, not as he will come in the last judgment, with fire and hail and earthquake, but in sweet ten-

derness to pardon all sin, and heal all wounds, and wipe away all tears, and feed all hunger, and right all wrongs, and illumine all darkness, and break all bondage, and harmonize all discords. Some think he will thus come, but about that coming I make no prophecy, for I am not enough learned in the Scripture, as some of my friends are, to announce a very positive opinion. But this I do know, that it would be well for us to have an international and an interworld celebration of the anniversary of his birthday about the time of the birth of the new century, and that it will be wise beyond all others' wisdom for us to take him as our present and everlasting coadjutor, and if that darling of earth and heaven will only accept you and me after all our lifetime of unworthiness and sin we can never pay him what we owe though through all the eternity to come we had every hour a new song and every moment a new ascription of homage and praise, for you see we were far out among the lost sheep that the gospel hymn so pathetically describes: Out in the desert he heard its cry, Sick and helpless and ready to die, But all through the mountains, thunder riven, And up from the rocky steep, There rises a cry to the face of heaven. "Rejoice, I have found my sheep!" And the angels echo round the throne, "Rejoice, for the Lord brings back his own!"

WHY BOOKS ARE CHEAP.

A Machine That Prints and Folds Three Thousand Every Hour. There are various rumors and tales floating about town among those in the business concerning some wonderful machinery over on the west side of the city in a certain monstrous bookmaking establishment. The "novel machine" is a large web press similar to the kind newspapers are

printed on, but arranged to take curved electrotypes of each page of a book in-

stead of a single large metal cylinder casting. There are two cylinders, on each of which 144 pages may be screwed, and as the long strip of paper goes

through, first one side is printed and then the other, making it possible to print 288

pages at every revolution. The strip of paper, after being carried over rollers which dry the ink, is cut, folded and brought together in the shape of a small volume, with the edges all trimmed. Every time the great cylinder goes round a novel is printed, folded and trimmed, and 5,000 of these are turned out every hour, while, if it were necessary, 7,000 or 8,000 might be the quota. From the printing press these books are carried to a little machine that looks like a sewing machine, and two wire stitches are taken in the back of each. The stitched volumes are then carried to the covering machine, where they are put side to side in a long feeding trough. At the end of this is a little compartment

large enough to to take a book, carried on an endless chain running over wheels at

each end. Indeed, there are a series of little compartments on this chain, and as the chain moves along each one receives a book. As the book proceeds a wheel running in a gluepot presses

against its back, smearing it with glue. A little further along there is a pile of covers that comes up at just the right moment, leaving a cover sticking to the gluey back of the book.

In this way 50 books can be covered every minute. Two hundred and fifty thousand of these paper covered novels

are thus turned out every two weeks, and extra editions of 50,000 or so are often worked in besides.--New York Commercial Advertiser.

Life Guns For Firemen.

Had the fire department been equipped

with apparatus for throwing ropes to

great heights or distances, such as are

carried by all life saving stations, many lives could have been saved from the flames at the cold storage fire. Every man who escaped alive did so by a flimsy rope. With a proper gun or cannon a rope or numbers of them could have been shot up over the tower and made fast by the imprisoned men. The ropes can be rendered noncombustible. No new or expensive machinery would be

required. At the life saving station at

Jackson park could have been found huge guns with endless coils of lifeline

attached. The guns fire a heavy spear,

which carries the lifeline out to wrecks, helpless boats and drowning men. Twen-

ty such lifelines could have been fired up and over the burning tower. Every shot

of the gun would have saved the life of

a brave fireman. With the high buildings in the business center such an apparatus would be most valuable and could be carried on every hose cart. Individuals imprisoned in the tenth story, cut off from all escape, could be saved. A lance could be shot into the window and the rope made fast. Nothing would be easier. If the gun, the lance and the rope are good to save lives at sea, why not use fireproof ropes to save men from death by fire?--Chicago Globe.

Reunited After Twenty-one Years.

After a separation lasting 21 years, John H. Morrison and his wife have been reunited. In 1865 Squire Morrison

wedded Miss Fry in York county and five years later came here to reside.

He remained here for two years, and, meeting business reverses, went west,

leaving his wife and four daughters here, and nothing was heard of him until last

March, when an advertisement for a wife appeared in a Harrisburg paper signed

John H. Morrison. It was seen by one of his daughters. She answered it.

Morrison received 617 answers to his advertisement, but replied only to the

one written by his daughter. In the correspondence that followed their relationship was disclosed, and when he learned his wife was still living he made arrangements to take her to his western

home. A letter received states that they recognized each other on sight at the railway station in Oklahoma.--Lancaster Cor. Philadelphia Record.

Effect of a Sentimental Song. Mr. Whitebread is a tinsmith in Weaverville. His wife's name is Ann, and Ann and the tinsmith have never got along very well together. Mrs. Martin and Mrs. Whitebread, so the story goes, became quite chummy. There

was a piano in the tinsmith's house, and Mrs. Martin was in the habit of playing

"The Old Oaken Bucket." The man of solder rather liked it at first. But when

Mrs. Martin continued to thrum out the same tune day after day it got kind of

tiresome. He remonstrated with Ann, but the wife told him to mind his pots

and kettles and not to meddle with music.

One day the tinsmith lost all patience and went up stairs, and after dancing a

jig on the keys wound up by smashing the instrument all to pieces, ending the

performance by remarking, "To ---- with your 'Old Oaken Bucket.'"--San Francisco Examiner.

Bad Boys at Asbury.

What bad boys there are at Asbury!

The summer boy here is a little demon in human form who goes in bathing with all his clothes on and keeps his mother

and his various nurses at high concert pitch all the time. This is owing to the

absence of the paternal presence during the week. Feminine correction means

nothing to an American boy, and that's all they get down here, for you can't

very well take your eldest hopeful one side and administer a corrective spanking with a whole hotel full of guests

ready to declare you inhuman for so do-ing.--Cor. New York Herald.

Toys on a Tombstone.

In the cemetery of Marietta, Ga., there is an infant's grave that attracts atten-

tion of visitors to that place. There is no headstone, but resting on the top of

the grave is a glass box containing the playthings the little one had before its

death. There are dolls, rubber and china, rubber ball, rattler, china cup and other

toys. On the sides of the grave are three bottles of medicine, that which was in

use presumably during the last sickness. --Exchange.

The Art of Leave Taking.

The art of going away gracefully is one of the most difficult of social observances. Women err in lingering too long after the start is made; men in bolting too suddenly, making sometimes the exit almost a blow to the face. There is a

golden mean of leave taking, whose aro-

ma of graceful courtesy is not soon dis-

pelled, and happy is he or she who finds it.--New York Times.

Seeing the Fair In One Day.

Four young women from Bangamon county made their first visit to Jackson

park last Wednesday. They walked through the Fisheries, Government, Manufacturers, Electricity, Mining, Ag-

ricultural and Transportation buildings, and the Illinois, California and Washington state buildings, and left for home

the same night. They said they didn't think it was much of a show.--Chicago Tribune.

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