SERMON ON THE SEA.

REV. DR. TALMAGE'S SUBJECT WAS "THE EXCITED GOVERNOR."

The Apostle Paul's Great Eloquence Before Felix--Clinging to Their Sins--"Go Thy

Way For This Time"--The Convenient Season Is Now.

BROOKLYN, June 10.--Rev. Dr. Talmage, who is now speeding across the Pacific to Honolulu on his round the world journey, has selected as the subject for sermonic discourse through the press today "The Excited Governor,"

the text being taken from Acts xxiv, 25: "Felix trembled and answered, Go thy way for this time. When I have

a convenient season, I will call for thee."

A city of marble was Cæsarea--wharves of marble, houses of marble, temples of marble. This being the or-

dinary architecture of the place, you may imagine something of the splendor of Governor Felix's residence. In a room of that palace, floor tessellated, windows curtained, ceiling fretted, the whole scene affluent with Tyrian purple and statues and pictures and carvings, sat a very dark complexioned man of the name of Felix, and beside him a woman of extraordinary beauty, whom he had stolen by breaking up another domestic circle. She was only 18 years of age, a princess by birth, and unwitting-

ly waiting for her doom--that of being buried alive in the ashes and scoriæ of Mount Vesuvius, which in sudden erup-

tion one day put an end to her abominations.

Well, one afternoon Drusilla, seated in the palace, weary with the magnifi-

cent stupidities of the place, says to Felix: "You have a very distinguished prisoner, I believe, of the name of Paul. Do you know he is one of my countrymen? I should very much like to see him, and I should very much like to hear him speak, for I have heard so much about his eloquence. Besides that the other day, when he was being tried in another room of this palace and the windows were open, I heard the ap-

plause that greeted the speech of Law-

yer Tertullus as he denounced Paul. Now, I very much wish I could hear Paul speak. Won't you let me hear him speak?" "Yes," said Felix, "I will. I will order him up now from the guardroom."

Paul's Great Sermon.

Clank, clank, comes a chain up the marble stairway, and then there is a shuffle at the door, and in comes Paul, a little old man, prematurely old through ex-

posure, only 60 years of age, but look-

ing as though he were 80. He bows very courteously before the governor and the beautiful woman by his side. They say: "Paul, we have heard a great deal about your speaking. Give us now a specimen of your eloquence." Oh, if there ever was a chance for a man to show off, Paul had a chance there! He might have harangued them about Grecian art, about the wonderful water-

works he had seen at Corinth, about the Acropolis by moonlight, about prison life in Philippi, about "what I saw in Thessalonica," about the old mythologies, but "No!" Paul said to himself, "I am now on the way to martyrdom, and this man and woman will soon be dead, and this is my only opportunity to talk to them about the things of eternity."

And just there and then there broke in upon the scene a peal of thunder. It was the voice of a judgment day speak-

ing through the words of the decrepit apostle. As that grand old missionary proceeded with his remarks the stoop begins to go out of his shoulders, and he rises up, and his countenance is illu-

mined with the glories of a future life, and his shackles rattle and grind as he lifts his fettered arm and with it hurls upon his abashed auditors the bolts of God's indignation. Felix grew very white about the lips. His heart beat unevenly. He put his hand to his brow as though to stop the quickness and violence of his thoughts. He drew his robe tighter about him, as under a sudden chill. His eyes glare, and his knees shake, and as he clutches the side of his chair in a very paroxysm of terror he orders the sheriff to take Paul back to the guardroom. "Felix trembled and said: Go thy way for this time. When I have a convenient season, I will call for thee."

A young man came one night to our services, with pencil in hand, to carica-

ture the whole scene and make mirth of those who should express any anxiety about their souls, but I met him at the door, his face very white, tears running

down his cheek, as he said, "Do you think there is any chance for me?" Felix trembled, and so may God grant it may be so with others.

Clinging to Their Sins. I propose to give you two or three reasons why I think Felix sent Paul back to the guardroom and adjourned this whole subject of religion. The first reason was, he did not want to give up his sins. He looked around. There was Drusilla. He knew that when he be-

came a Christian he must send her back to Azizus, her lawful husband, and he said to himself, "I will risk the destruc-

tion of my immortal soul sooner than I will do that." How many there are now who cannot get to be Christians because they will not abandon their sins! In vain all their prayers and all their churchgoing. You cannot keep these darling sins and win heaven, and now some of you will have to decide between the wine cup and unlawful amusements and lascivious gratifications on the one hand and eternal sal-

vation on the other.

Delilah sheared the locks of Samson; Salome danced Herod into the pit; Drusilla blocked up the way to heaven for Felix. Yet when I present the subject now I fear that some of you will say: "Not quite yet. Don't be so pre-

cipitate in your demands. I have a few tickets yet that I have to use. I have a few engagements that I must keep. I want to stay a little longer in the whirl of conviviality--a few more guffaws of unclean laughter, a few more steps on the road to death, and then, sir, I will listen to what you say. "Go thy way for this time. When I have a convenient season, I will call for thee." Another reason why Felix sent Paul to the guardroom and adjourned this subject was, he was so very busy. In ordinary times he found the affairs of state absorbing, but those were extraordinary times. The whole land was ripe for insurrection. The Sicarii, a band of assassins, were already prowling around the palace, and I suppose he thought, "I can't attend to religion while I am so pressed by affairs of state." It was business among other things that ruined his soul, and I suppose there are thousands of people who are not children of God because they have so much business. It is business in the store--losses, gains, unfaithful employees.

"Go Thy Way For This Time."

It is business in your law office--sub-

pœnas, writs you have to write out, papers you have to file, arguments you have to make. It is your medical profession, with its broken nights and the exhausted anxieties of life hanging upon your treatment. It is your real estate office, your business with landlords and tenants, and the failure of men to meet their obligations with you. Aye, with some of those who are here it is the annoyance of the kitchen, and the sitting room, and the parlor--the wearing economy of trying to meet large expenses with a small income. Ten thousand voices of "business, business, busi-

ness" drown the voice of the advanc-

ing judgment day, overcoming the voice of eternity, and they cannot hear; they cannot listen. They say, "Go thy way for this time." Some of you look upon your goods, look upon your profession, you look upon your memorandum books, and you see the demands that are made this very week upon your time and your patience and your money, and while I am entreating you about your soul and the danger of procrastination you say: "Go thy way for this time. When I have a convenient season, I will call for thee."

Oh, Felix, why be bothered about the affairs of this world so much more than about the affairs of eternity? Do you not know that when death comes you will have to stop business, though it be in the most exacting period of it--between the payment of the money and the tak-

ing of the receipt? The moment he comes you will have to go. Death waits for no man, however high, how-

ever low. Will you put your office, will you put your shop in comparison with the affairs of an eternal world, affairs that involve thrones, palaces, dominions eternal? Will you put 200 acres of ground against immensity? Will you put 40 or 50 years of your life against millions of ages? Oh, Felix, you might better postpone everything else, for do you not know that the upholstering of Tyrian purple in your palace will fade, and the marble blocks of Cæsarea will crumble, and the breakwater at the beach, made of great blocks of stone 60 feet long, must give way before the perpetual wash of the sea, but the redemption that Paul offers you will be forever? And yet and yet and yet you wave him back to the guardroom, saying: "Go thy way for this time. When I have a convenient sea-

son, I will call for thee."

The Favor of Men.

Again, Felix adjourned this subject of religion and put off Paul's argument because he could not give up the hon-

ors of the world. He was afraid somehow he would be compromised himself in this matter. Remarks he made afterward showed him to be intensely ambitious. Oh, how he hugged the favor of men! I never saw the honors of this world in their hollowness and hypocrisy so much as in the life and death of that wonderful man, Charles Sumner. As he went toward the place of burial, even Independence Hall in Philadelphia asked that his remains stop there on their way to Boston. The flags were at half mast, and the minute guns on Boston common throbbed after his heart and ceased to beat. Was it always so? While he lived, how censured of legislative resolutions; how caricatured of the pictorials; how charged with every motive mean and ridiculous; how all the urns of scorn and hatred and billingsgate emptied upon his head; how, when struck down in senate chamber, there were hundreds of thousands of people who said, "Good for him; serves him right;" how he had to put the ocean between him and his maligners that he might have a little peace and how, when he went off sick, they said he was broken hearted because he could not get to be president or secretary of state! O commonwealth of Massachusetts, who is that man that sleeps in your public hall covered with garlands and wrapped in the stars and stripes? Is that the man who, only a few months before, you denounced as the foe of republican and democratic institutions? Is that the same man? Ye American people, ye could not by one week of funeral eulogium and newspaper leaders, which the dead senator could neither read nor hear, atone for 25 years of maltreatment and caricature? When I see a man like that, pursued by all the hounds of the political kennel so long as he lives and then buried under a great pile of garlands amid the lamentations of a whole nation, I say to myself: "What an unutterably hypocritical thing is all human applause and all human favor! You took 25 years in trying to pull down his fame and then take 25 years in trying to built his monument. My friends, was there ever a better commentary on the hollowness of all earthly favor? If there are young men who read this who are postponing religion in order that they may have the favors of this world, let me persuade them of their complete folly. If you are looking forward to gubernatorial, senatorial or presidential chair, let me show you your great mistake. Can it be that there is now any young man saying: "Let me have political office, let me have some of the high positions of trust and power, and then I will attend to religion, but now now. 'Go thy way for this time. When I have a convenient season, I will call for thee!'" And now my subject takes a deeper tone, and it shows what a dangerous thing is this deferring of religion. When Paul's chain rattled down the marble stairs of Felix, that was Felix's last chance for heaven. Judging from his character afterward, he was reprobate and abandoned. And so was Drusilla.

One day in southern Italy there was a trembling of the earth, and the air got black with smoke intershot with liquid rocks, and Vesuvius rained upon Drusilla and her son a horrible tempest of ashes and fire. They did not reject religion. They only put it off.

They did not understand that that day, that that hour when Paul stood before them, was the pivotal hour upon which everything was poised, and that it tipped the wrong way. Their convenient season came when Paul and his guardsmen entered the palace. It went away when Paul and his guardsmen left. Have you never seen men waiting for a convenient season? There is such a great fascination about it that, though you may have great respect to the truth

of Christ, yet somehow there is in your soul the thought: "Not quite yet. It is not time for me to become a Chris-

tian." I say to a boy, "Seek Christ." He says: "No. Wait until I get t obe a young man." I say to the young man, "Seek Christ." He says, "Wait until I come to midlife." I meet the same per-

son in midlife, and I say, "Seek Christ." He says, "Wait until I get old." I meet the same person in old age and say to him, "Seek Christ." He says, "Wait until I am on my dying bed." I am called to his dying couch.

His last moments have come. I bend over the couch and listen for his last words. I have partially to guess what they are by the motion of his lips, he is so feeble, but rallying himself he whis-

pers until I can hear him say, "I--am--waiting--for--a--more--convenient--season," and he is gone!

Now Is the Truth. I can tell you when your convenient season will come. I can tell you the year. It will be 1894. I can tell you what kind of day it will be. It will be the Sabbath day. I can tell you what hour it will be. It will be between 8 and 10 o'clock. In other words, it is now. Do you ask me how I know this is your convenient season? I know it because you are here, and because the Holy Spirit is here, and because the elect sons and daughters of God are praying for your redemption. Ah, I know it is your convenient season because some of you, like Felix, tremble as all your past life comes upon you with its sin, and all the future life comes upon you with its ter-

ror. This night air is aglare with torches to show you up or to show you down.

It is rustling with wings to lift you into light or smite you into despair, and there is a rushing to and for, and a beating against the door of your souls with a great thunder of emphasis, telling you, "Now, now is the best time, as it may be the only time."

May God Almighty forbid that any of you, my brethren or sisters, act the part of Felix and Drusilla and put away this great subject. If you are going to be saved ever, why not begin tonight? Throw down your sins and take the Lord's pardon. Christ has been tramping after you many a day. An Indian and a white man became Christians. The Indian, almost as soon as he heard the gospel, believed and was saved, but the white man struggled on in darkness for a long while before he found light. After their peace in Christ the white man said to the Indian, "Why was it that I was kept so long in the darkness and you immediately found peace?" The Indian replied: "I will tell you. A prince comes along, and he offers you a coat. You look at your coat, and you say, 'My coat is good enough,' and you refuse his offer, but the prince comes along, and he offers me the coat, and I look at my old blanket, and I throw that away and take his offer. You, sir,"

continued the Indian, "are clinging to your own righteousness, you think you are good enough, and you keep your own righteousness, but I have nothing, nothing, and so when Jesus offers me pardon and peace I simply take it."

My reader, why not now throw away the wornout blanket of your sin and take the robe of a Saviour's righteous-ness--a robe so white, so fair, so lus-

trous, that no fuller on earth can whit-

en it? O Shepherd, tonight bring home the lost sheep! O Father, tonight might give a welcoming kiss to the wan prodigal! O friend of Lazarus, tonight break down the door of the sepulcher and say to all these dead souls as by ir-

resistible fiat: "Live! Live!"

Mistakes of Missionaries.

Come behind the curtain with me while I whisper into your ear a few of the mis-

takes made by missionaries, who talk so much about the mistakes of the heathen. One evening an English missionary in Peking took a friend who was visiting him to a regular Chinese theater. It happened that the play for that evening was a burlesque on foreign preaching. A Chinaman dressed up to represent a foreigner came upon the stage with his arms full of books, attended by his Chinese servant. He began to preach a mock sermon, making the mistakes in talking which a foreigner is likely to make.

These mistakes were received with bursts of laughter from the audience, to whom the books were distributed. The fun came to a climax when the preacher, after delivering a sentence particularly full of laughable mistakes, turned to his servant and said: "How did I speak? Did I do pretty well?" and the servant replied with great gravity: "The foreign teacher speaks the Chinese language exceedingly well. No mistakes at all were made."--New York Independent.

An Invention For Steamships.

An English mechanical genius has de-

vised a method of indicating and stop-

ping a leak by the use of compressed air. He divides a ship into airtight compartments, fitted with doors provided with packing material and connected by tubes with a room on deck called the "switch room." In this room is a junction chest supplied with compressed air from fixed

or portable compressors and so arranged that the air can be delivered to any of

the compartments. Other tubes lead from the compartment from which water can be forced out when required, and electric indicators are also connected with the switch room to indicate the accumulation of water in any of the compartments. Should the vessel "spring a leak" the indicator will show which com-

partment is affected, so that the compressed air may be forced in to drive the water out.--Boston Journal.

True Love Side Tracked by an Orange. A young lady said the other day that she hated oranges because one had come between her and her lover. He had called on her one evening, and after sitting awhile had produced a couple of bright Florida oranges out of his pocket and suggested that each eat one. She now says she cannot drive out of her mind the sight of his nose, cheeks and chin dripping with juice, and he has been whispering something horribly similar about her. Evidently you cannot love a girl and a citrus aurantium at the same time.--Pittsburg Dispatch.

The Cause of It.

He blushed a fiery red. Her heart went pit-a-pat. She gently hung her head and looked down on the mat. He trembled in his speech. He rose from where he sat and shouted with a screech: "You're sitting on my hat!"--Pear-son's Weekly.

ODDS AND ENDS. There are said to be large tracts of country in Cuba still unexplored.

A 60 pound boy hauled in a 50 pound catfish at Winfield, Kan., a few days ago.

There are 12,117,000 acres of unin-

closed mountain and heather land in Great Britain.

Under a new New York law you must be a citizen to get employment on public work done by contract. A spaniel owned by Dr. Frederick A. Lyons of New York city has adopted a chicken which it cares for incessantly.

Corneille died in the most bitter poverty, unrelieved by many whom during his day of prosperity he had benefited.

There is an old French couple in New York neither of whom, after a residence of 40 years in America, can speak Eng-

lish. The United States has 200 lights upon its coasts. Thirty of them are displayed from lightships; the others shine from lighthouses.

There are 360 mountains in the United States, which have a height exceeding 10,000 feet. The greatest number are in Colorado and Utah.

The New York board of health boasts that it has vaccinated 250,000 persons this year so far. The Brooklyn board boasts of 400,000 since February.

The Chicago police raided a prize fight one day recently and arrested the combatants, two 10-year-old lads, and their fathers, who were the seconds.

A tablet has just been completed on the front of 39 Castle street, Edinburgh, bearing the following words, "In this house Sir Walter Scott lived from 1798 to 1826."

Paris has a society of novelists called Les Romanciers Francais, which has now 100 members. No one can be ad-

mitted until he has published at least four novels.

One thousand and sixty persons were killed in coal mines in Great Britain during last year and 65 persons in met-

alliferous mines, both numbers being above the yearly average.

A beggar, who for many years had subsisted on charity died a few days ago in Auxerre, France. In a trunk he left bonds to the value of 1,000,000 francs, and in his cellar were found bottles of wine of the vintage of 1790.

Vienna has 1,391,000 population and 3,741 police; arrests last year, 74,088.

The linguistic knowledge of the Vienna police force comprises English, French, Italian, Spanish, Bohemian, Polish, Russia, Croatian, Servian, Hungarian, Roumanian and Hebrew.

The Spanish government reserved to the mother country the exclusive right of trade with all Spanish colonists.

The interest of the natives and of the colonists were all sacrificed to those of Spain and the Spanish people, and Span-

ish colonies never flourished as did those of some other countries.

When Mr. Gladstone first became premier, a gentleman called on his old tutor, Rev. Mr. Rawson of Seaforth, Liverpool, to congratulate him on the high position gained by his pupil. The old gentleman replied: "I had two let-

ters this morning from old pupils--one prime minister, the other gatekeeper of a workhouse. Such is life!"

He Got His Rifle Back.

A good story is told of a young re-

cruit who enlisted in a regiment of foot. The young fellow joined the army while the country was threatening war with Egypt, and he intended to make a good soldier. One day he was on guard duty and was slowly stepping along when an officer approached. After the usual salute the officer said, "Let me see your rifle." The raw recruit handed over his rifle, and a pleased expression stole over his

face. As the officer received the weapon he said in a tone of the deepest disgust:

"You're a fine soldier. You've given up your rifle, and now what are you going to do?" The young fellow turned pale, and putting his hand in his pocket drew a big knife, and preparing for busi-

ness said in a voice that could not be misunderstood: "Gi' me that rifle, or I'll bore a hole through you in a minute."

The officer instantly decided not to play any further with the raw recruit, and the rifle was promptly surrendered.--London Tit-Bits.

A Patriotic Rule. There is a new rule in the navy department that is as picturesque as it is patriotic. Whenever a government vessel on its way up or down the dirty Potomac passes by Mount Vernon the bell on the vessel tolls, and the sailors and officers form in line and doff their caps and salute the home of Washington. No matter what the crew are doing, all

work is stopped while the ceremony is gone through. Sailors will stop in their labor of sweeping off the deck, drop their brooms and rush to get into line.

There has always been a kind of desul-

tory practice of this kind, and the home of the Father of His Country has generally been honored in an informal way by gov-

ernment vessels in passing, but now this tribute of respect is compulsory, and the vessels vie with each other in the prompt-

ness with which this salute is performed.--Boston Advertiser.

Columbian $1 Stamps Cornered. Stamp collectors have learned with surprise that a New York firm has bought up all the $1 stamps of the Columbian issue and raised the price to $3.50 apiece. It is said the speculators learned that only about 10,000 of the $1 stamps remained unsold and purchased them in small lots from postmasters all over the

country. The full issue of Columbian stamps at their face value is worth $16.24, and it is estimated that there is a demand for 20,000 full sets. No set will be complete without the $1 stamp. The only way to break the corner is for the government to print a new issue of the $1 stamps if the plates have not been destroyed.--New York World. A Change of Opinion. A Mississippi Valley Churchman--that is the name now given to the western ritualists in talking about the Episcopalians of Massachusetts one evening, summed them up in this way: "In the old days of Bishop Eastburn, when the Church [?] of the Bay State were a select [?], they thought they were too good for God to damn; now they think that God is too good to damn them, thus proving that the [?] Churchman and the loose Churchman finally reach the same point."--New York Tribune.

Thackeray's Return.

Once the letters began to arrive from America we were all much happier, for we seemed in touch with him once more and to know what was happening. He was fairly well and in good spirits and making friends and making money. I remember his writing home on one oc-

casion and asking us to send him out a couple of new stomachs, so hospitable were his friends over the water, so numerous the dinners and suppers to which he was invited. When the long summer and winter were over and the

still longer spring, one day we heard that he was coming back much sooner than he expected. I believe he saw a steamer starting for home and could stand it no longer, and then and there came off.

I can still remember sitting with my grandparents, expecting his return. My sister and I sat on the red sofa in the little study, and shortly before the time we had calculated that he might arrive came a little ring at the front door bell.

My grandmother broke down; my sister and I rushed to the front door, only we were so afraid that it might not be he that we did not dare to open it, and there we stood until a second and much louder ringing brought us to our senses. "Why didn't you open the door?" said my father, stepping in, looking well, broad and upright, laughing. In a moment he had never been away at all.--Annie Ritchie in Longman's Magazine.

The Man In the Moon. According to Pratorius, the man in the moon is the patriarch Isaac, carrying the bundle of sticks which were to be lighted to sacrifice his own body on the mountain top. Dante believes him to be Cain, carrying a bundle of thorns, the meanest offering his hands afforded, as a present to God. In Iceland the people claim that they can see the face of Adam in the moon and that of Eve in the sun. Among the Frieburgers there is a superstition which says that the marks and spots on the moon's face are the outlines of a traitor, Judas Iscariot, holding his hands over his face while sneezing just prior to hanging himself. This last belief accords with the old Frankish legend which says that there was no spot on Luna's bright face until after the time of the crucifixion of Christ. Still another story tells us that in the time of the creation God threw an offending angel against the face of the moon, while another is to the effect that the moon witnessed the creation of Adam and Eve and took an impress of their features on her surface, intending to people her own land with similar beings. When she essayed to imitate God's work, she made nothing but a serpent, which since that day has continued to fold and unfold its mighty coils in full view of the descendants of the God created beings.--New York World.

An Ingenious Boy.

Johann Meyer, 11 years old, one of the wickedest boys in Vienna, had been spanked many times for running away. Finally, to enable him to gratify his desire to escape, late at night he stole the big doorkey, sawed the handle through, filed the ends as sharp as a needle point, drew them through the skin of his waist and then hammered them together, and the key hung from his body like a ring from the nose of a savage. He was thus enabled, by standing on a chair, to open the door and leave the house whenever he liked. This went on for weeks until he got in a fight with other bad boys and was hit a heavy blow where the key was. He was taken senseless to a hospital, and the doctors were unable to remove the key till they sawed it in two. The boy's life was in danger for several days, but now it is expected that he will live to be spanked many times more.--Vienna Letter. The Sketching of the Masters. One of the wonders of a collection of drawings of the old masters is how they worked with anything that came to hand--with crayon, chalk, charcoal, sepia, india ink or silver point. They model you a hand or arm or whole figure from the life with as much apparent ease and certainty as a baker molds a loaf, nor have they any care as to how they arrive at the result--a wash, a rub, a scratch, does the business--the light of heaven shines in smear of chalk,

and the darkness of the inferno is revealed in a smudge of ink.

Probably because they served a long and hard apprenticeship, had grown up in studios and workshops, had been licked with the mahlstock and had paint pots thrown at their heads, did they acquire this easy, infallible method of theirs. Not that this explains the whole of the mystery, but it may go part of the way.--All the Year Round.

"Thought Exchanges" at the Hub. Boston is breaking out now with conversation clubs, or "thought exchanges," as the Bostonians call them. The number is not yet large, but a Boston paper prophesies that it will be greater "with the better conception of the idea of culture." Another sort of a club is the Castilian club, which had a meeting not long ago with a paper on "Royal Chapels of Cathedrals and Convents and Burial Places of Spanish Sovereigns." This wasn't a very enlivening subject, but the spirits of the club were sustained by receiving from a member the autograph of King Ferdinand attached to an official document. The club already possessed one of Isabella's autographs.

Swapped Offices.

All kinds of trades are on record, but it probably remained for Oklahoma to produce a case of two men trading official positions. When the Cherokee strip was opened last fall, Frank Dimon was appointed sheriff of County Q and James Lee county clerk. After serving six months each man has become convinced that he would like the other's office and so concluded to make the change. They went to Guthrie, saw the governor and gained his consent to the exchange, then each resigned, and the governor appointed Dimon clerk and Lee sheriff.--Chicago Times.

Their Asylum.

At a council meeting in the town of Sunderland a well known alderman astonished the meeting by saying, "Gentlemen, we have been sending our luna-

tics to Sedgefield asylum for a long time now, and it has cost us a great sum of money, but I am glad to make the statement that we have now built an asylum for ourselves."--Durham (England) Chronicle.

The jeweler's wheel was employed by Greek artisans in cutting cameos from agate.

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