WHAT IS LIFE WORTH REV. DR. TALMAGE SAYS IT DEPENDS UPON CIRCUMSTANCES.

If It Opens to a Life That Shall Never End,

Then It Is Worth Living--A Strong, Breezy and Optimistic Discourse by the Great Preacher.

BROOKLYN, July 22.--Rev. Dr. Talmage, who is now touring in the Australian cities, has chosen as the subject for today's sermon through the press

"Worth Living," the text being taken from Lamentations iii, 39, "Wherefore doth a living man complain?"

If we leave to the evolutionists to guess where we came from and to the theologians to prophesy where we are going to, we still have left for consideration the important fact that we are here. There may be some doubt about where the river rises and some doubt about where the river empties, but there can be no doubt about the fact that we are sailing on it. So I am not surprised that everybody asks the question, "Is

life worth living?"

Solomon in his unhappy moments says it is not. "Vanity," "vexation of spirit," "no good," are his estimate. The fact is that Solomon was at one time a polygamist, and that soured his disposition. One wife makes a man happy; more than one makes him wretched. But Solomon was converted from polygamy to monogamy, and the last words he ever wrote, as far as we can read them, were the words "mountains of spices." But Jeremiah says in

my text life is worth living.

In a book supposed to be doleful and lugubrious and sepulchral and entitled "Lamentations" he plainly intimates that the blessing of merely living is so

great and grand a blessing that though a man have piled on him all misfor-

tunes and disasters he has no right to complain. The author of my text cries out in startling intonation to all lands and to all centuries, "Wherefore doth a living man complain>?" A diversity of opinion in our time as well as in olden time. Here is a young man of light hair and blue eyes and sound digestion and generous salary and happily affianced and in the way to become the partner in a commercial firm of which he is an important clerk. Ask him whether life is worth living. He will laugh in your face and say, "Yes, yes, yes!" Here is a man who has come to the forties. He is at the tiptop of the hill of life. Every step has been a stumble and a bruise. The people he trusted have turned out deserters, and the money he has honestly made he has been cheated out of. His nerves are out of tune. He has poor appetite, and all the food he does eat does not assimilate. Forty miles climbing up the hill of life have been to him like climbing the Matterhorn, and there are 40 miles yet to go down, and descent is always more dangerous than ascent. Ask him whether life is worth living, and he will drawl out in shivering and lugubrious and appalling negative, "No, no, no!"

It Depends Upon the Kind of Life. How are we to decide this matter righteously and intelligently? You will find the same man vacillating, oscillating in his opinion from dejection to exuberance, and if he be very mercurial in his temperament it will depend very much upon which way the wind blows.

If the wind blow from the northwest, and you ask him, he will say, "Yes," and if it blow from the northeast, and you ask him, he will say "No." How are we, then, to get the question righteously answered? Suppose we call all nations together in great convention on eastern or western hemisphere and let all those in the affirmative say "Aye," and all those who are in the negative say "No."

While there would be hundreds of thousands who would answer in the affirmative, there would be more millions who would answer in the negative, and because of the greater number who have sorrow and misfortune and trouble the "noes" would have it. The answer I shall give will be different from either, and yet it will commend itself to all who hear me this day as the right answer. If you ask me, "Is life worth living?" I answer, it all depends on the kind of life you live.

In the first place, I remark that a life of mere money getting is always a failure, because you will never get as much as you want. The poorest people in this country are the richest, and next to them those who are half as rich. There is not a scissors grinder on the streets of New York or Brooklyn who is so anxious to make money as these men who have piled up fortunes year after year in storehouses, in government securities, in tenement houses, in whole city blocks.

You ought to see them jump when they hear the firebell ring. You ought to see them in their excitement when some bank explodes. You ought to see their agitation when there is proposed a reformation in the tariff. Their nerves tremble like harp strings, but no music in the vibration. They read the reports from Wall street in the morning with a concernment that threatens paralysis or apoplexy, or, more probably, they have a telegraph or telephone in their house, so they catch every breath of change in the money market. The disease of ac-

cumulation has eaten into them--eaten into their heart, into their lungs, into their spleen, into their liver, into their bones.

Dominant Ideas. Chemists have sometimes analyzed the human body, and they say it is so much magnesia, so much lime, so much chlorate of potassium. If some Christian chemist would analyze one of these financial behemoths, he would find he is made up of copper and gold and silver and zinc and lead and coals and iron. That is not a life worth living.

There are too many earthquakes in it, too many agonies in it, too many perditions in it. They build their castles, and they open their picture galleries, and they summon prima donnas, and they offer every inducement for happi-

ness to come and live there, but happiness will not come.

They send footmanned and postillion-

ed equipage to bring her; she will not ride to their door. They send princely escort; she will not take their arm. They make their gateways triumphant arches; she will not ride under them. They set a golden thrown before a golden plate; she turns away from the banquet. They call to her from upholstered balcony; she will not listen. Mark you, this is the failure of those who have had large accumulation.

And then you must take into consideration that the vast majority of those who make the dominant idea of life money getting fall far short of affluence. It is estimated that only about two out of a hundred business men have anything worthy the name of success. A man who spends his life with the dominant idea of financial accumulation spends a life not worth living.

So the idea of worldly approval. If that be dominant in a man's life, he is miserable. The two most unfortunate men in this country for the six months of next presidential campaign will be the two men nominated for the presi-

dency. The reservoirs of abuse and diatribe and malediction will gradually fill up, gallon above gallon, hogshead about hogshead, and about autumn these two reservoirs will be brimming full, and a hose will be attached to each one, and it will play away on these nomi-

nees, and they will have to stand it and take the abuse, and the falsehood, and the caricature, and the anathema, and the caterwauling, and the filth, and they will be rolled in it and rolled over and over in it until they are choked and submerged and strangulated, and at every sign of returning consciousness they will be barked at by all the hounds of political parties from ocean to ocean.

And yet there are a hundred men today struggling for that privilege, and there are thousands of men who are helping them in the struggle. Now, that is not a life worth living. You can get slandered and abused cheaper than that! Take it on a smaller scale. Do not be so ambitious to have a whole reservoir rolled over on you. But what you see in the matter of high political preferment you see in every community in the struggle for what is called social position. Social Ambitions. Tens of thousands of people trying to get into that realm, and they are under terrific tension. What is social position? It is a difficult thing to define, but we all know what it is. Good morals and intelligence are not necessary, but wealth or the show of wealth is absolutely indispensable. There are men today as notorious for their libertinism as the night is famous for its darkness who move in what is called high social position. There are hundreds of out and out rakes in American society whose names are mentioned among the distinguished guests at the great levees. They have annexed all the known vices and are longing for other worlds of diabolism to conquer. Good morals are not neces-

sary in many of the exalted circles of society.

Neither is intelligence necessary. You find in that realm men who would not know an adverb from an adjective if they met it a hundred times a day and who could not write a letter of acceptance or regrets without the aid of a secretary. They buy their libraries by the square yard, only anxious to have the binding Russian. Their ignorance is positively sublime, making English grammar almost disreputable, and yet the finest parlors open before them. Good morals and intelligence are not necessary, but wealth or a show of wealth is positively indispensable. It does not make any difference how you got your wealth if you only get it. The best way for you to get into social position is for you to buy a large amount on credit, then put your property in your wife's name, have a few preferred creditors and then make an assignment. Then disappear from the community un-

til the breeze is over and then come back and start in the same business. Do you not see how beautifully that will put out all the people who are in competition with you and trying to make an honest living? How quickly it will get you into high social position! What is the use of 40 or 50 years of hard work when you can by two or three bright strokes make a great fortune? Ah, my friends, when you really lose your mon-

ey how quick they will let you drop, and the higher you get the harder you will drop.

There are thousands today in that realm who are anxious to keep in it.

There are thousands in that realm who are nervous for fear they will fall out of it, and there are changes going on every year and every month and every hour which involve heartbreaks that are never reported. High social life is constantly in a flutter about the delicate question as to whom they shall let in and whom they shall push out, and the battle is going on--pier mirror against pier mirror, chandelier against chandelier, wine cellar against wine cellar, wardrobe against wardrobe, equipage against equipage. Uncertainty and insecurity dominant in that realm, wretchedness enthroned, torture at a premium and a life not worth living.

A life of sin, a life of pride, a life of indulgence, a life of worldliness, a life devoted to the world, the flesh and the devil is a failure, a dead failure, an infinite failure. I care not how many pres-

ents you sent to that cradle, or how many garlands you sent to that grave, you need to put right under the name on the tombstone this inscription, "Better for that man if he had never been born."

Living That Is Worth Something. But I shall show you a life that is worth living. A young man says: "I am here. I am not responsible for my ancestry. Others decided that. I am not responsible for my temperament; God gave me that. But here I am, in the afternoon of the nineteenth century, at 20 years of age. I am here, and I must take an account of stock. Here I have a body which is a divinely con-

structed engine. I must put it to the very best uses, and I must allow nothing to damage this rarest of machinery.

Two feet, and they mean locomotion. Two eyes, and they mean capacity to pick out my own way. Two ears, and they are telephones of communication with all the outside world, and they mean capacity to catch sweetest music and the voices of friendship--the very best music. A tongue, with almost infinity of articulation. Yes, hands with which to welcome or resist or lift or smite or wave or bless--hands to help myself and help others.

"Here is a world which after 6,000 years of battling with tempest and accident is still grander than any architect, human or angelic, could have drafted. I have two lamps to light me--a golden lamp and a silver lamp--a golden lamp set on the sapphire mantel of the day, a silver lamp set on the jet mantel of night. Yea, I have that at 20 years of age which defies all inventory of valua-

bles--a soul with capacity to choose or reject, to rejoice or to suffer, to love or to hate. Plato says it is immortal. Seneca says it is immortal. Confucius says it is immortal. An old book among the family relics, a book with leathern cover almost worn out and pages almost obliterated by oft perusal, joins the other books in saying I am immortal. I have 80 years for a lifetime, 60 years yet to live. I may not live an hour, but then I must lay out my plans intelligently and for a long life. Sixty years added to the 20 I have already lived--that will bring me to 80. I must remember that these 80 years are only a brief preface to the five hundred thousand millions of quintillions of years which will be my chief residence and existence. Now I understand my opportunities and my re-

sponsibilities.

Falling and Rising. "If there is any being in the universe all wise and all beneficent who can help a man in such a juncture, I want him.

The old book found among the family relics tells me there is a God, and that for the sake of his Son, one Jesus, he will give help to a man. To him I ap-

peal. God help me! Here I have yet 60 years to do for myself and to do for others. I must develop this body by all in-

dustries, by all gymnastics, by all sun-

shine, by all good habits. And this soul I must have swept and garnished and illumined and glorified by all that I can do for it and all

that I can get God to do for it. It shall be a Luxemburg of fine pictures. It shall be an orchestra of grand harmonies. It shall be a place for God and righteousness to reign in. I wonder how many kind words I can utter in the

next 60 years. I will try. I wonder how

many good deeds I can do in the next

60 years? I will try. God help me!"

That young man enters life. He is buffeted; he is tried; he is perplexed. A grave opens on this side, and a grave opens on that side. He falls, but he rises again. He gets into a hard battle, but he gets the victory. The main course of his life is in the right direction. He blesses everybody he comes in contact with. God forgives his mistakes and makes everlasting record of his holy endeavors, and at the close of it God says to him, "Well done, good and faithful servant; enter into the joys of thy Lord." My brother, my sister, I do not care whether that man dies at 30, 40, 50, 60, 70 or 80 years of age.

You can chisel right under his name on the tombstone these words: "His life was worth living."

Amid the hills of New Hampshire in olden times there sits a mother. There are six children in the household, four boys and two girls. Small farm. Very rough, hard work to coax a living out of it. Mighty tug to make the two ends of the year meet. The boys go to school in winter and work the farm in sum-

mer. Mother is the chief presiding spirit. With her hands she knits all the stockings for the little feet, and she is the mantua maker for the boys, and she is the milliner for the girls. There is only one musical instrument in the house--the spinning wheel. The food is very plain, but it is always well provid-

ed. The winters are very cold, but are kept out by the blankets she quilted. On Sunday, when she appears in the village church, her children around her, the minister looks down and is reminded of the Bible description of a good house-

wife: "Her children arise up and call her blessed. Her husband also, and he praiseth her."

A Mother's Blessed Life.

Some years go by, and the two eldest boys want a collegiate education, and the household economies are severer, and the calculations are closer, and until those two boys get their education there is a hard battle for bread. One of these boys enters the university, stands in a pulpit widely influential and preaches righteousness, judgment and temper-

ance, and thousands during his ministry are blessed. The other lad who got the collegiate education goes into the law, and thence into legislative halls, and after awhile he commands listening senates as he makes a plea for the down-

trodden and the outcast. One of the younger boys becomes a merchant, start-

ing at the foot of the ladder, but climb-

ing on top until his success and his philanthropies are recognized all over the land. The other son stays at home be-

cause he prefers farming life, and then he thinks he will be able to take care of father and mother when they get old.

Of the daughters, when the war broke out one went through the hospi-

tals of Pittsburg Landing and Fortress Monroe, cheering up the dying and homesick, and taking the last message to kindred far away, so that every time Christ thought of her he said, as of old, "The same is my sister and moth-

er." The other daughter has a bright home of her own, and in the afternoon of the forenoon when she has been de-

voted to her household she goes forth to hunt up the sick and to encourage the discouraged, leaving smiles and benediction all along the way.

But one day there start five telegrams from the village for these five absent ones, saying, "Come; mother is danger-

ously ill." But before they can be ready to start they receive another telegram, saying, "Come; mother is dead." The old neighbors gather in the old farmhouse to do the last offices of respect. But as that farming son, and the clergyman, and the senator, and the merchant, and the two daughters stand by the casket of the dead mother, taking the last look or lifting their little children to see once more the face of dear old grandma, I want to ask that group

around the casket the question, "Do

you really think her life was worth living?" A life for God, a life for others, a life of unselfishness, a useful life, a Christian life, is always worth living.

Examples of Success.

I would not find it hard to persuade you that the poor lad, Peter Cooper, making glue for a living and then amass-

ing a great fortune until he could build a philanthropy which [?] had its echo in 10,000 philanthropies all over the country--I would not find it hard to persuade you that his life was worth living. Neither would I find it hard to persuade you that the life of Susannah Wesley was worth living. She sent out one son to organize Methodism and the other son to ring his anthems all through the ages. I would not find it hard to persuade you that the life of Frances Leere was worth living, as she established in England a school for the scientific nursing of the sick, and then when the war broke out between France and Ger-

many went to the front, and with her own hands scraped the mud off the bod-

ies of the soldiers dying in the trenches with her weak arm, standing one night in the hospital, pushing back a German shoulder to his couch as, all frenzied with his wounds, he rushed toward the door and said: "Let me go! Let me go to my [?] mutter." Major generals stand-

ing back to let pass this angel of mercy.

Neither would I have hard work to persuade you that Grace Darling lived a life worth living--the heroine of the lifeboat. You are not wondering that the Duchess of Northumberland came to see her, and that people of all lands asked for her lighthouse, and that the proprietor of the Adelphi theater in Lon-

don offered her $100 a night just to sit in the lifeboat while some shipwrecked scene was being enacted.

Reward of Effort.

But I know the thought in the minds of hundreds who read this. You say, "While I know all these lived lives worth living, I don't think my life amounts to much." Ah, my friends, whether you live a life conspicuous or inconspicuous, it is worth living if you live aright. And I want my next sen-

tence to go down into the depths of all your souls. You are to be rewarded not according to the greatness of your work, but according to the holy industries with which you employed the talents you really possessed. The majority of the crowns of heaven will not be given to people with 10 talents, for most of them were tempted only to serve themselves.

The vast majority of the crowns of heav-

en will be given to people who had one talent, but gave it all to God. And remember that our life here is introducto-

ry to another. It is the vestibule to a palace, but who despises the door of the Madeleine because there are grander glories within? Your life if rightly liv-

ed is the first bar of an eternal oratorio, and who despises the first note of Haydn's symphonies? And the life you live now is all the more worth living because it opens into a life that shall never end, and the last letter of the word "time" is the first letter of the word "eternity!"

It Was His Wife. A score of times a day the guides at the capitol bring visitors into the room of the committee on naval affairs on the senate side and show to the visitors the rich frescoes with which the walls of the room are covered.

The paintings are the work of Brumidi, the famous Italian artist, and thereby hangs a romance. Conspicuous on the walls are half a dozen or more female figures. It is plainly evident that they are all painted from the same model. The form is perfect, the face is sweetly attractive and is marked by a repose and a gentleness that is typically Italian. The figures seem to float in midair, with drapery

falling with studied carelessness. Whether the woman is pictured as carrying an anchor, or grasping a flag, or intently studying a scroll, the pose is easy, natural and full of grace. Sometimes it is the full face which looks down from the walls; sometimes a glance is half turned toward you; sometimes it is only the sweep of the back and the curve of a symmetrical neck which is visible. But no matter what the pose or how the woman is pictured, it is always evident that she has been painted con amore and that upon her form and features the artist has lingered with a loving touch.

And no wonder. The woman was Brumidi's wife.--Washington Post.

A Surgeon's Terrible Mistake.

"A few years ago," said Charles J. Patterson of Philadelphia, "I learned the secret of the life of a man who had passed more than a quarter of a century with scarcely a smile. He had been a physician and surgeon and on one occa-

sion had to remove an injured eye in order to save the other eye and prevent total blindness. The night before the operation he had been drinking heavily with some friends, and although the following morning he was sober his hand was unsteady and his nerves unstrung.

"After administering chloroform he made a fatal and horrific blunder, re-

moving the well eye by mistake, and thus consigning his patient to perpetual blindness. The moment he discovered his error he turned the man over to a competent surgeon, deeded everything he possessed to him and hurried from the neighborhood like a convicted thief.

The remainder of his life was one constant round of remorse, and he rapidly developed into a confirmed misanthrope.

The secret of his life was known to a number of people, but when it was finally revealed to me it explained a mystery and made me respect the man, for however grave was his original blunder, which in some respects was of course worse than a crime, his repentance was of the most genuine character."--New York Recorder.

Effects of Sunlight.

Where a river is polluted by sewage, millions and billions of dangerous microbes flourish in its water and are car-

ried along with it to spread disease and death around its banks unless their development is arrested. If the sun does not shine upon such a river, it may be-

come a peril to whole communities.

But if the sunlight does reach it freely the germs are destroyed, and the water is kept comparatively free from infection.

Recent experiments in Italy have shown that sunbeams are able to destroy bacteria in water at a depth of at least 20 inches beneath the surface. One might almost like the rays of light in such a case to javelins and arrows piercing an enemy, for it has been found that the destructive action is greatly diminished if only the perpendicular sunbeams fall upon the water. The slaughter of the microbes is by far the greatest when both perpendicular and oblique rays enter the water uninterrupted. Like a ship in action, the sun is most powerful when it can rake the enemy with a cross fire. And it has to shoot its tiny arrows of light a long way--almost 93,000,000 miles! But, fortunately for us, they get here and they are effective.--Youth's Companion.

Steamboating on the Missouri. As the railroads of the present day contest for supremacy in speed and good service, so did the steamboats of 20 and 40 years ago struggle for position in the public eye. The point in contest was always that of speed. In those days trade on the Missouri was prosperous. At least 100 boats ascended the stream every season before July, many of them going as far as Fort Benton, in Montana. A boat that made this trip and returned to St. Louis in two months without a profit of $75,000 did a poor business. Those were the days when freight was freight. No competing vessel cut the rates. The boats ran independently, and when one captain fixed the tariff there was no other boat to be found that would offer cheaper transportation.--Detroit Free Press.

ODDS AND ENDS.

Horse racing is one of the oldest pastimes.

In an Oregon town there is an octogenarian who is an enthusiastic rider of the bicycle. Emperor William has a new carriage which is lighted inside and outside by electricity. The horses also bear small lamps on their harness. The most expensive private yacht in the world is called the Polar Star and is owned by the czar of Russia. It cost $5,000,000 to build and equip.

A Georgie couple have remarried after being divorced 28 years at the home of a daughter who never saw her father till the day of the ceremony.

The expressions "Hallelujah" and "Amen" are said to have been introduced into Christian worship by St. Jerome some time about the year A. D. 390.

A dealer in aquarium supplies in Harlem, New York city has a fish boarding house, where members of the finny tribe are properly cared for until their owners return from their summer vacations.

A magistrate in Missouri fined a man $10 for noisy shouting and disorderly conduct in the street on the testimony of a policeman. Ten minutes later it was discovered that the prisoner was deaf and dumb, and the fine was remitted.

One of the greatest feats ever performed on the bicycle was that of Oscar Oren, who recently rode from San Francisco to San Diego, a distance of 620 miles, in a little less than four days. Three quarters of the road was heavy sand.

St. Winefrede's well, in north Wales, is accredited with marvelous powers. A dumb woman recently recovered her power of speech after drinking a cup of water. This so astonished a girl companion that she dropped dead of heart disease.

The highest cathedral tower in the world--that of Ulm Minster--can at last be seen in its full beauty. Although finished and reopened some years ago, the tower has been hidden by scaffolding until now, the last portion having just been removed. The cotton fields of Egypt are artificially watered about eight times during cultivation, generally by taking the Nile water between the ridges on which the plants are growing. The general ripening of the pods begins in September, and the cotton is ready for the first picking in October.

All the private correspondence of the empress of Russia, or rather all those letters which she writes with her own hand, are on a delicate pink colored paper, just faintly perfumed with the attar of roses. The envelopes are long and narrow and entirely free from any heraldic emblazonment whatever.

Gabe Loucks walked along the banks of the Little Crow river in Florida and very foolishly looked through the big end of a pair of fieldglasses. He saw what appeared to be a small lizard about half a mile away. Mr. Loucks continued to walk, and when his leg was bitten off at the knee he discovered the difference between a lizard and an alligator and a half mile and a half yard.

He Took an Exception. Lawyer W----- recently argued a case before the supreme court of errors. When he reached the supreme court chambers on the morning assigned for the hearing of his cause, he discovered that, owing to the illness of one of the supreme court judges, a judge of the superior court had been called to sit with the higher court. This did not please Lawyer W-----, who therefore addressed Chief Justice Andrews as follows: "Your honor, I claim my constitutional right of arguing this case before a full bench." "I am very sorry, Mr. W----," responded the chief justice, "but I do not see what redress you have unless"--and the chief justice looked covertly at the associate justices--"unless," he added, "you take an exception." "Very will. Will your honor kindly note an exception?"

The dignity of our highest tribunal was sadly shaken by the laughter which followed, but Lawyer W---- will go down to history as the first man to note an exception to a ruling of the supreme court of errors.--Hartford Post.

Men In New York Who Buy Pictures.

"Don't count on the rich men of this city to buy your pictures," said a well known art dealer to an ambitious artist who was talking of bursting upon the New York public. "They won't do it. And to tell you the truth," he went on, "in all New York there are not more than 150 persons who really love pictures--art for art's sake, you know--who, in short, if they had opera tickets for a certain night, would throw them aside for the sake of visiting some good paintings."

"Isn't that a small art loving public for a large town?" "Yes, it is, but it's the fact. I tell you the men who will buy your pictures if they like them are the salaried men, head clerks, junior partners--men who when they like a thing like it very much and are willing to deny themselves for the sake of owning it. "As a rule, it is not the married man who will take your picture. I could count on less than all my fingers the men of well known wealth who buy pictures in New York. They will commend, but they won't buy. They can afford to go higher, and that means to go abroad."--New York Sun.

Astounding Memories.

Horace Vernet is the best example of visual memory. He could paint a striking portrait of a man his size after having once looked at his model. Mozart had a great musical memory. Having heard twice the "[?]" in the Sistine chapel, he wrote down the full score of it. There are soloists[?] who during 24 hours can play the composition of other masters without ever missing a note.--[?] M. [?] Rev[?] Mond[?],

A woman says that a man can possess the [?], but he cannot [?] the pictures for the [?] without being completely [?] his labors.

The [?] press, which we often read of having [?] conferred upon some [?] ish [?] conspicuous bravery, as of the [?] Russian cannons captured at [?].

That delicious fruit, the mangosteen, has been called Siam's peculiar glory. It grows only in Siam and a few neighboring localities.

Flatirons should be kept as far removed from the steam of cooking as possible, as this is what causes them to rust.

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