THE SABBATH REST. THEME OF REV. DR. TALMAGE'S PRESS SERMON. Although Far From Home, He Sends Back Eloquent and Forceful Words In Defense of Sunday Rest--The American Sabbath and the European Sabbath.

BROOKLYN, June 24.--For today Rev. Dr. Talmage has chosen a subject of worldwide interest as the theme of his sermon through the press--viz, the necessity of guarding the Christian Sabbath against invasions that aim at its destruction. The text selected was Exodus xxxi, 13, "Verily, my Sabbath ye shall keep." The wisdom of cessation from hard labor one day out of the seven is almost universally acknowledged. The world has found out that it can do less work in seven days than in six, and that the 52 days of the year devoted to rest are an addition rather than a subtraction. Experiments have been made in all departments. The great Lord Castlereagh thought he could work his brain 365 days in a year, but after awhile broke down and committed suicide, and Wilberforce said of him: "Poor Castlereagh! This is the result of the nonobservance of the Sabbath!" A celebrated merchant declared, "I should have been a maniac long ago but for the Sabbath." The nerves, the brain, the muscles, the bones, the entire physical, intellectual and moral nature cry out for the Sabbatic rest. What is true of man is, for the most part, true of the brute. Travelers have found out that they come to their places of destination sooner when they let their horses rest by the way on the Sabbath. What is the matter with those forlorn creatures harnessed to some of the city cars? Why do they stumble and stagger and

fall? It is for the lack of the Sabbatic rest.

Necessity for a Halt. In other days, when the herdsmen drove their sheep and cattle from the far west down to the seaboard, it was found out by experiment that those herdsmen and drovers who halted over the seventh day got down sooner to the seaboard than those who passed on without the observation of the holy Sabbath. The fishermen off the coast of New-

foundland declare that those men during the year catch the most fish who stop during the Lord's day.

When I asked the Rocky mountain locomotive engineer why he changed locomotives when it seemed to be a straight route, he said, "We have to let the locomotive stop and cool off, or the machinery would soon break down." Men who made large quantities of salt were told that if they allowed their kettles to cole over Sunday they would submit themselves to a great deal of

damage. The experiment was made, some observing the Sabbath, and some not observing the Sabbath. Those who allowed the fires to go down and the kettles to cool once a week were compelled to spend only a few pennies in the way of repairs, while in the cases where no Sabbath was observed many dollars were demanded for repairs.

In other words, intelligent man, dumb beast and dead machinery cry out for the Lord's day. But while the at-

tempt to kill the Sabbath by the stroke of ax and flail and yardstick has beau-

tifully failed it is proposed in our day to drown the Sabbath by flooding it with secular amusements. They would bury it very decently under the wreath of the target company and to the music of all brazen instruments.

There are today in the different cities 10,000 hands and 10,000 pens busy in attempting to cut out the heart of our Christian Sabbath and leave it a bleeding skeleton of what it once was. The effort is organized and tremendous, and unless the friends of Christ and the lovers of good order shall rouse up right speedily their sermons and protests will be uttered after the castle is taken.

There are cities in the land where the Sabbath has almost perished, and it is becoming a practical question whether the hands of our fathers shall have piety and pluck enough to give to our chil-

dren the same blessed inheritance. The eternal God helping us, we will!

Sunday Amusements. I protest against this invasion of the holy Sabbath in the first place because it is a war on Divine enactment. God

says in Isaiah, "If thou turn away thy foot from doing thy pleasure on my holy day, thou shalt walk upon the high places." What did he mean by "doing thy pleasure?" He referred to secular and worldly amusements. A man told

me he was never so much frightened as in the midst of an earthquake, when the beasts of the field bellowed in fear and even the barnyard fowls screamed in ter-

ror. Well, it was when the earth was shaking and the sky was all full of fire that God made the great announcement, "Remember the Sabbath day to keep it holy."

Go through the streets where the theaters are open on a Sabbath night, go up on the steps, enter the boxes of those places of entertainment and tell me if that is keeping the Sabbath holy. "Oh," says some one, "God won't be displeased with a grand sacred concert!"

A gentleman who was present at a "grand sacred concert" one Sabbath night in one of the theaters of our great cities said that during the exercises there were comic and sentimental songs, interspersed with coarse jokes, and there were dances, and a farce, and tight rope walking, and a trapeze per-

formance. I suppose it was a holy dance and a consecrated rope. That is what they call a "grand sacred con-

cert."

We hear a great deal of talk about "the rights of the people" to have just such amusements on Sunday as they want to have. I wonder if the Lord has any rights. You rule your family; the governor rules the state; the president rules the whole land. I wonder if the Lord has a right to rule the nations and make the enactment, "Remember the Sabbath day to keep it holy," and if there is any appeal to a high court from that decision, and if the men who are warring against that enactment are not guilty of high treason against the Mak-

er of heaven and earth. They have in our cities put God on trial. It has been the theaters and the opera houses, plain-

tiffs, versus the Lord Almighty, defend-

ant. The suit has been begun, and who shall come out ahead you know.

Whether it be popular or unpopular, I now announce it as my opinion that the people have no rights save those which the great Jehovah gives them. He has never given the right to man to [?] his holy Sabbath, and as long as his throne stands he never will give that right.

A Robber of Wages. The prophet asks a question which I can easily answer, "Will a man rob God?" Yes. They robbed him last Sunday night at the theaters and the opera houses, and I charge upon them the infamous and high handed larceny. I hold the same opinion as a sailor I have heard of. The crew had been discharged from the vessel because they would not work while they were in port on the Lord's day. The captain went out to get sailors.

He found one man, and he said to him, "Will you serve me on the Sabbath?" "No." "Why not?" "Well," replied the old sailor, "a man who will rob God Almighty of his Sabbath would rob me of my wages if he got a chance."

Suppose you were poor, and you came to a dry goods merchant and asked for some cloth for garments, and he should say, "I'll give you six yards," and while he was off from the counter and binding up the six yards you should go behind the counter and steal one addi-

tional yard. That is what every man does when he breaks the Lord's Sabbath.

God gives us six days out of seven, reserving one for himself, and if you will not let him have it, it is mean beyond

all computation.

Again, I am opposed to this desecration of the Sabbath by secular entertain-

ments because it is a war on the statutes of most of the states. The law in New York state says:

"It shall not be lawful to exhibit on the first day of the week, commonly called Sunday, to the public in any building, garden, grounds, concert room or other room or place within the city and county of New York, any interlude, tragedy, comedy, opera, ballet, play, farce, negro minstrelsy, negro or other dancing, or any other entertain-

ment of the stage, or any part or parts therein, or any equestrian, circus or dramatic performance, or any perform-

ance of jugglers, acrobats or rope danc-

ing."

Was there ever a plainer enactment than that? Who made the law? You who at the ballot boxes decided who should go to Albany and sit in the legislature; you who in any region exer-

cise the right of suffrage. They made the law for you and your families, and now I say that any man who attempts to override that law insults you and me and every man who has the right of suffrage.

A Foreign War. Still further, I protect against the invasion of the Sabbath because it is a foreign war. Now, if you heard at this moment the booming of a gun in the harbor, or if a shell from some foreign frigate should drop into your street, would you keep your seats in church?

You would want to face the foe, and every gun that could be managed would be brought into use, and every ship that could be brought out of the navy yard would swing from her anchorage, and

the question would be decided. You do not want a foreign war, and yet I have to tell you that this invasion of God's holy day is a foreign war.

As among our own native born popu-

lation there are two classes--the good and the bad--so it is with the people who come from other shores--there are the law abiding and the lawless. The former are welcome here. The more of them the better we like it. But let not the lawless come from other shores ex-

pecting to break down our Sabbath and institute in the place of it a foreign Sabbath.

How do you feel, ye who have been brought up amid the hills of New England, about giving up the American Sabbath? Ye who spent your childhood under the shadow of the Adirondacks or the Catskills, ye who were born on the banks of the Savannah or Ohio or Oregon, how do you feel about giving up the American Sabbath? You say: "We shall not give it up. We mean to defend it as long as there is any strength in our arm or blood in our heart! Do not bring your Spanish Sabbath here. Do not bring your Italian Sabbath here.

Do not bring your French Sabbath here. Do not bring your foreign Sabbath here.

It shall be for us and for our children forever a pure, consecrated, Christian American Sabbath."

I will make a comparison between the American Sabbath, as some of you have known it, and the Parisian Sabbath. I speak from observation. On a Sabbath morning I was aroused in Paris by a great sound in the street. I said, "What is this?" "Oh," they said, "this is Sun-

day." An unusual rattle of vehicles of all sorts. The voices seemed more boisterous than on other days. People running to and fro, with baskets or bundles, to get to the rail trains or gardens. It seemed as if all the vehicles in Paris, of whatever sort, had turned out for the holiday. The Champ Elysees one great mob of pleasure seeking people. Bal-

loons flying. Parrots chattering. Foot-

balls rolling. Peddlers hawking their knickknacks through the streets. Punch and Judy shows in a score of places, each one with a shouting audience. Hand organs, cymbals and every kind of racket, musical and unmusical.

When the evening came down, all the theaters were in full blaze of music and full blaze of light. The wine stores and saloons were thronged with an unusual number of customers. At eventide I stood and watched the excursionists coming home, fagged out men, women and children, a gulf stream of fatigue, irritability and wretchedness, for I should think it would take three or four days to get over that mis-

erable way of Sundaying. It seemed more like an American Fourth of July than a Christian Sabbath.

The Puritanic Sabbath. Now, in contrast, I present one of the Sabbaths in one of our best American cities. Holy silence coming down with the day dawn. Business men more deliberately looking into the faces of their children and talking to them about their present and future welfare. Men sit longer at the table in the morning, because the stores are not to be opened, and the mechanical tools are not to be taken up. A hymn is sung. There are congratulations and good cheer all through the house. The street silent until 10 o'clock, when there is a regular, orderly tramp churchward. Houses of God, vocal with thanksgiving for mercies received, with prayer for comfort, with charities for the poor. Rest for the body. Rest for the soul. The nerves quieted, the temples cooled, the mind cleared, the soul strengthened, and our entire population turned out on Monday morning 10 years younger, bet-

ter prepared for the duties of the life, better prepared for the life that is to come.

Which do you like best--the American Sabbath or the Parisian Sabbath? Do you know in what boat the Sabbath came across the seas and landed on our shores? It was in the Mayflower. Do you know in what boat the Sabbath will leave us, if it ever, goes? It will be in the ark that floats over a deluge of national destruction. Still further, I protest against the invasion of the Lord's day because it wrongs a vast multitude of employees of their rest. The play actors and actresses can have their rest between their engagements, but how about the scene shifters, the ballet dancers, the callboys, the innumerable attendants and supernumeries of the American theater? Where is their Sunday to come from? They are paid small salaries at the best. Alas, for them! They appear on the stage in tinsel and tassel with halberds, or in gauze whirling in toe tortures, and they might be mistaken for fairies or queens, but after 12 o'clock at night you may see them trudging through the streets in faded dresses, shivering and tired, a bundle under their arms, seeking their homes in the garrets and cellars of the city. Now, you propose to take from thousands of these employees throughout this country not only all opportunity of moral culture, but all opportunity of physical rest. For heaven's sake, let the crushing juggernaut stop at least one day in seven.

A Spiritual Necessity. Again, I oppose this modern invasion

of the Christian Sabbath because it is a war on the spiritual welfare of the people. You have a body? Yes. You have

a mind? Yes. You have a soul? Yes. Which of the secular halls on the Sabbath day will give that soul any culture? Now, admitting that a man has a spiritual and immortal nature, which one of the places of amusement will culture it? Which one of the Sabbath performances

will remind men of the fact that unless they are born again they cannot see the kingdom of God?

Will the music of the "Grand Duchess" help people at last to sing the song of the one hundred and forty and four thousand? Besides, if you gentlemen of the secular entertainment have six days in the week in which to exercise your alleged beneficial influence, ought you not to allow Christian institutions to have 24 hours? Is it unreasonable to demand that if you have six days for the

body and intellect we should have one day at least for our immortal soul? Or,

to put it in another shape, do you really

think that our imperishable soul is worth at least one seventh as much as our perishable body? An artist has three gems--a cornelian, an amethyst and a diamond. He has to cut them and to set them. Which one is he most particular about? Now, the cornelian is the body, the amethyst is the intellect, and the diamond is the soul. For the two former you propose six days of opportunity, while you offer no opportunity at all for the last, which is in value as compared with the others like $100,000,000,000 to 1 farthing. Besides you must not forget that nine-tenths--aye, ninety-nine one-hundredths--of all the Christian efforts of this country are put forth on the Lord's day. Sunday is the day on which the asylums and hospitals and the prisons are visited by Christian men. That is the day when the youth of our country get their religious information in Sunday schools. That is the day when the most of the charities are collected. That is the day when, under the blast of 60,000 American pulpits, the sin of the land is assaulted and men are summoned to repent. When you make war upon any part of God's day, you make war upon the asylums, and the penitentiaries, and the hospitals, and the reform associations, and the homes of the destitute, and the church of the living God, which is the pillar and the ground of the

truth.

Recognition of Sacred Things. I am opposed to the invasion of the Sabbath because it is a war on our political institutions. When the Sabbath goes down, the republic goes down. Men who are not willing to obey God's law in regard to Sabbath observance are not fit to govern themselves. Sabbath breaking means dissoluteness, and dissoluteness is incompatible with self government. They wanted a republic in France. After awhile they got a republic, but one day Napoleon III, with his cavalry, rode through the streets, and down went the republic under the clattering hoofs. They have a republic there again, but France never will have a permanent republic until she quits her roistering Sabbaths and devotes one day in every week to the recognition of God and sacred institutions. Abolish the Sabbath, and you abolish your religious privileges. Let the bad work go on, and you have "the commune," and you have "the revolution," and you have the sun of national prosperity going down in darkness and blood. From that reign of terror may the God of peace deliver us. Still further, I am opposed to this invasion of the Sabbath because it is unfair and it is partial. While secular amusements in different cities are allowed to be open on the Sabbath day, dry goods establishments must be closed, and plumbing establishments, and the butcher's, and the baker's, and the shoemaker's, and the hardware stores. Now, tell me by what law of justice you can compel a man to shut the door of his store while you keep open the door of your worldly establishment. May it please your honors, judges of the supreme court, if you give to secular places the right to be open on the Sabbath day, you have to give, at the same time, the right to all commercial establishments to be open and to all mechanical establishments to be open. If it is right in the one case, it is right in all the cases.

A Call For Help. But we are told that they must get money on Sabbath nights in order to pay the deficits of the other nights of the week. Now, in answer to that I say that if the men cannot manage their amusements without breaking the Lord's day they had better all go into bankruptcy together. We will never surrender our Christian Sabbath for the purpose of helping those [?]ators to pay their expenses. Above all, my confidence is in the good hand of God that has been over our cities since their foundation. But I call this day upon all those who befriend Christian princi-

ple, and those who love our political freedom, who stand in solid phalanx in this Thermopylæ of our American his-

tory, for I believe as certainly as I stand here that the triumph or overthrow of American institutions depends upon the Sabbath contest.

Bring your voice, your pens, your printing presses and your pulpits into the Lord's artillery corps for the defense of our holy day. Today, in your families and in your Sabbath schools, recite, "Remember the Sabbath day to

keep it holy." Decree before high heaven that this war on your religious rights and the cradles of your children shall bring ignominious defeat to the enemies of God and the public weal.

For those who die in the contest bat-

tling for the right we shall chisel the epitaph, "These are they who came out of great tribulation and had their robes

washed and made white in the blood of the Lamb." But for that one who shall

prove in this moral crisis recreant to God and the church there shall be no

honorable epitaph. He shall not be worthy even of a burial place in all this free land, but the appropriate interment

for such a one would be to carry out

his remains and drop them into the sea, where the lawless winds which keep no Sabbath may gallop over the grave of him who lived and died a traitor to God, the church and the free institutions of America. Long live the Christian Sabbath! Perish forever all at-

tempts to overthrow it!

DR TALMAGE DISCUSSES THE BURNING OF THE TABERNACLES.

They Are Mysteries Which He Will Wait to Have Solved In the Great Beyond--The First Stage In the Great Preacher's Trip Around the World.

At half past 9 o'clock on the night of

May 14, 1894, I descended the front steps of my home in Brooklyn. The sensation of leaving for a journey around the world is not all made up of bright anticipation. The miles to be traveled are so numerous, the seas to be crossed are so treacherous, the peradventures are so many, that the solemnities outnumber the expectations. My family accompany me to the railway train. Will we all meet again? The climatic changes, the ships, the shoals, the hurricanes, the bridges, the cars, the epidemics, the possibilities, hinder any positiveness of prophecy. I come down the front steps of my home. Will I ever again ascend them? The remarks made by Hon. William M. Evarts a few evenings before at the public reception--on the conclusion of my twenty-fifth year of Brooklyn pastorate--though uttered in facetiousness, were consolatory. He said, "Dr. Talmage ought to realize that if he goes around the world he will come out at the same place from which he started." May the God who holds the winds in one first and the ocean in the hollow of the other hand protect us! I leave home while the timbers of our destroyed church are still smoking. Three great churches have been consumed. Why this series of huge calamities I know not. Had I not made all the arrangements for departure and been assured by the trustees of my church that they would take all the responsibilities upon themselves, I would have post-

poned by intended tour or adjourned it forever, but all whom I have consulted tell me now is the time to go, and my face is toward the setting sun.

Six times before this have I crossed the American continent, and I have seen the sun rise from the golden cradle of the eastern sky and seen him buried beneath the pomp of the western horizon. Three girths have been put around the American continent--the Northern Pacific, the Union Pacific, and the Southern Pacific. All those girths have been tightened, and the buckles are moving ever and anon until the continent is less and less in circumference. When I first crossed it, it took fully seven days. Instead of the elegant dining cars of today, we stopped at restaurants with table covers indescribable, for they had on them layers of other strata of breakfasts insulting in appearance. The first time I ever saw Judge Field of the United States supreme court was at once of these tables on the Rocky mountains. Like myself, he had dismounted from the Union Pacific train. We sat opposite each other. The different courses of food were put upon the table, but his appetite and mine declined everything presented. Our eyes met, and we burst into a guffaw of laughter that was the introduction of a friendship that has been valuable to me ever since. A smile as well as a tear may open a chapter of hearty acquaint-

anceship.

What is the meaning of the three fires? As I leave, people in many lands are discussing the question, for telegrams from across the Atlantic as well as from many parts of this country show that the fiery news has leaped every whither. Three vast structures dedicated to God and the work of trying to make the world better gone down, and all this within a few years. They were well built as to permanence and durability. All the talk about these buildings as mere firetraps is the usual cant, for there is as much secular cant as religious cant. Have you heard in the last 40 years of any church, or any hall, or any theater which, after destruction, was not called a firetrap? That charge always makes a lively opening for any description of a fire. There have been no better structures, secular or religious, put up in the last 25 years than the three Brooklyn Tabernacles, and the modes of egress from them so ample that the thousands of worshipers assembled in any of them could be put safely on the street inside of five minutes. The fact is that there is nothing in this world incombustible. When the great Chicago and Boston fires took place, they burned up stones and iron. The human race will go on building inconsumable churches, and inconsumable banks, and inconsumable storehouses, and inconsumable cities, and then all will be consumed in the world's last fire.

Builders who had large experience and establisher reputation pronounced the Brooklyn Tabernacles perfect structures. But what is the meaning of the three fires? There may be a hundred different lessons learned by a hundred different people, and legitimate lessons.

As for myself, I adjourn the most of the meaning to the next world. We will learn there in two minutes more than we can find out here in 50 years. With that anticipation, mysteries do not often bother me.

One reason for these consecutive disasters may be that the patience of the best people in the world, the members of the Brooklyn Tabernacle, was to be perfected. "Purified by fire." Mighty discipline for one of the Lord's hosts. Whether I ever meet them on earth or not, it will be a theme of heavenly reminiscence. We shall talk it all over, the story of the three fires. Another reason why the last church went down may have been that some of us were idolizing the building, and the Lord will not allow idolatry. The house was such a "Midsummer Night's Dream" of beauty. Enchantment lifted in galleries and sprung in arches and glorified in the light that came through the windows, touching it with their deftest fingers. The acoustics so rare that thousands of cars were in easy reach of common accentuation. An organ which was a hallelujah set up in pipes and banked in keys, waiting for a musician's manipulation, that would lead the congregational song as an archangel might lead heaven. Glorious organ! When it died down into the ashes of that fire, perhaps its soul went up, where Handel and Haydn began to play on it. The most superb audience room that I ever gazed on or ever expect to see until I enter the temple of the sun. On one memorial wall of that building, a stone which I had rolled down from Mount Calvary, where our Lord died, and two tables of stone that were sawed off from Mount Sinai and brought on camels across the desert for my arrangement, and a part of Paul's pulpit, which the queen of Greece allowed me, from Mars hill. Architecture so chaste, so grand, so appropriate, so suggestive, so stupendous! One of the doxologies of heaven alighted. Well, perhaps we thought too much of it. When we think too much of our children, the Lord takes them, and when we think too much of our church the Lord summarily removes it.

I suppose another reason for the departure of that house was that it had done its work. Church buildings, like individuals, accomplish what they were built for and then go. One person lives 90 years, another 40 years, another three years, and when God takes an individ-

ual, whether at 90 or 40 or 3 years, his mission is ended. This last church stood

three years, and any person who knows what multitudes have there as-

sembled, and what transactions for eternity have there taken place, will admit that it was well to build it, even if we had known at the start that it would only last from 1891 to 1894.

Another reason why I think this last church went down was to keep me humble. The Lord had widened my work through Christendom, and with two receptions the week before the conflagration, the one a city reception presided over by our mayor, and the other a national and international reception presided over by one of the chief men of the nation, who had recently stepped from the presidential cabinet, and the occasion honored by addresses and letters and cablegrams from men of worldwide fame in church and state, and the whole scene brilliant beyond description, and in compliment to myself, who was brought up a farmer's boy, there was a danger that I might become puffed up and my soul be weakened for future work. I did not yet feel any stirrings of that sort, and had only felt a humble gratitude for what had been said and done by friends transatlantic and cisatlantic, but I had ordered full reports of the meeting laid aside for future perusal, and I had engaged the fleetest stenographer I know of to take down every word, from the opening doxology of the first reception to the benediction of the last reception, and some time, when less busy, I would take in all the eloquence and kindness and splendor of that memorable week. What might have been the result upon myself I know not. I have seen upon others the withering effect of human praise. A cold chill of the world's neglect is no more destructive than the sunstroke from too much heat of popular approval. The disaster may have been needed, and it came so close upon the adulation that it acted as an everlasting prevention. In the light of that awful blaze of that Sabbath in May, 1894, no self sufficiency could stand a second. Another reason for the fires, I think, is that somehow, and in a way that I know not, my opportunities are to widen. After each of the other fires new doors were open. I prayerfully expect that such will be the sequence of the last conflagration. Will the Brooklyn Tabernacle be rebuilt? I know not. What or when or where shall be my work I cannot even guess, nor have I the least anxiety. Nothing but an inspired utterance of the Bible could bear such repetition as I have for the last 12 days given to the words of the psalmist, "The Lord reigneth; let the earth rejoice." I have safely arrived on the Pacific coast. A startling question was asked me just before I reached here. I was in deep slumber in a section of a sleeping car when the curtain was pushed back, and a venerable lady seized hold of me and shrieked, "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" It was a sudden calling of the roll of passengers, and I did not feel like answering to my name. The question was repeated in more earnestness, with louder voice. I could not at first understand why the interrogation as to my identity, but after gathering my senses together I mildly suggested that perhaps she had mistaken my place for her own. This was no doubt the case, and she made a quick retreat. The fact is that the sections and berths of a sleeping car are very much alike. The new mode of hanging the number of the berth in large figures on the outside of the drapery of the sleeping place is a great improve-

ment, but midnight perambulation, even under the best of circumstances, is more or less confusing. The mistake that the venerable lady made is a mistake that thousands of people make, for they think some one else has their place. Most of the struggle in the world is in trying to get some one else's berth. Better go back contented and take the place assigned you. In trying to get some one else's place we may lose our own without getting his. I cannot jeer at the old lady's mistake, for that night on the

Southern Pacific railroad I bethought myself that there are during every presidential campaign at least 100,000 people trying to get the berths of the 100,000 present occupants.

Goodby, my friends all over! On the other side of the world I will think of those who have put me under obligation, and the first hour I have passed the latitude and longitude farthest away from home and begin to return I will count the weeks and days that stand between me and the lowest step of the front door from which, on the evening of May 14, I departed. T. DE WITT TALMAGE. San Francisco, May 26.

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