YOUNG MEN ADVISED.

CARE FOR THEIR SOULS, MINDS AND

BODIES.

Rev. Dr. Talmage Responds to a Request.

His Words to Those Who Are on the Threshold of Life--An Optimistic View

of the Future.

NEW YORK, May 12.--in his audi-

ences at the Academy of Music Dr. Tal-

mage meets many hundreds of young men from different parts of the Union, and representing almost every calling and profession in life. To them he specially addressed his discourse this afternoon, the subject being "Words with Young Men."

FAYETTE, O.

REVEREND 8TH--We, the undersigned, being earnest readers of your sermons, especially request that you use as a subject for some one of your future sermons "Advice to Young Men." Yours respectfully,

H. S. MILLOTT. CHARLES T. RUBERT. F. G. MILLOTT. M. E. ELDER. J. L. SHERWOOD. S. J. ALTMAN.

Those six young men, I suppose, rep-

resent innumerable young men who are

about undertaking the battle of life, and who have more interrogation points in

their mind than any printer's case ever contained, or printer's fingers ever set up. But few people who have passed 50

years of age are capable of giving advice to young men. Too many begin their

counsel by forgetting that they ever were young men themselves. November snows do not understand May time blossom week. The east wind never did understand the south wind. Autumnal golden-

rod makes a poor fist at lecturing about early violets. Generally, after a man has rheumatism in his right foot he is not competent to discuss juvenile elasticity. Not one man out of a hundred can enlist and keep the attention of the young after there isa bald spot on the cranium.

I attended a large meeting in Philadelphia assembled to discuss how the Young Men's Christian association of that city might be made more attractive for young people, when a man arose and made some suggestions with such lugu-

brious tone of voice and a manner that seemed to deplore that everything was going to ruin, when an old friend of mine, at 75 years as young in feeling as any one at 20, arose and said, "That good brother who has just addressed you will excuse me for saying that a young man would no sooner go and spend an evening among such funereal tones of voice and funereal ideas of religion which that brother seems to have adopted than he would go and spend the evening in Laurel Hill cemetery." And yet these young men of Ohio and all young men have a right to ask those who have had many opportunities of studying this world and the next world to give helpful suggestion as to what theories of life one ought to adopt and what dangers he ought to shun. Attention, young men.

First, get your soul right. You see, that is the most valuable part of you. It is the most important room in your house. It is the parlor of your entire nature. Put the best pictures on its walls. Put the best music under its arches. It is important to have the kitchen right, and the dining room right, and the cellar right, and all the other rooms

of your nature right; but, oh! the parlor of the soul! Be particular about the guests who enter it. Shut its doors in the faces of those who would despoil and pollute it. There are princes and kings who would like to come into it,

while there are assassins who would like to come out from behind its curtains, and with silent foot attempt the desperate and murderous. Let the king come in. He is now at the door. Let me be usher to announce his arrival, and introduce the king of this world,

the king of all worlds, the king eternal,

immortal, invisible. Make room. Stand back. Clear the way. Bow, kneel, worship the king. Have him once for your guest, and it does not make much difference who comes or goes. Would you have a warrantee against moral disaster and surety of a noble career? Read at least one chapter of the Bible on your

knees every day of your life.

Word the next: Have your body right.

"How are you?" I often say when I meet a friend of mine in Brooklyn. He is over 70, and alert and vigorous, and very prominent in the law. His answer is, "I am living on the capital of a well spent youth." On the contrary, there are hundreds of thousands of good people who are suffering the results of early sins. The grace of God gives one a new heart, but not a new body. David, the

Psalmist, had to cry out, "Remember

not the sins of my youth." Let a young men make his body a wine closet, or a rum jug, or a whisky cask, or a beer barrel, and smoke poisoned cigarettes until his hand trembles, and he is black under the eyes, and his cheeks fall in, and then at some church seek and find

religion; yet all the praying he can do will not hinder the physical consequence of natural law fractured. You six young men of Ohio and all the young men, take care of your eyes, those windows of the soul. Take care of your ears, and listen to nothing that depraves.

Take care of your lips, and see that they utter no profanities. Take care of your nerves by enough sleep and avoiding unhealthy excitements, and by taking outdoor exercise, whether by ball or skate or horseback, lawn tennis or exhilarating bicycle, if you sit upright and do not join that throng of several hundred thousands who by the wheel are cultivating crooked backs and cramped chests and deformed bodies, rapidly coming down toward all fours, and the attitude of the beasts that perish. Anything that bends body, mind or soul to the earth is unhealthy. Oh, it is a grand thing to be well, but do not depend on pharmacy and the doctors to make you well. Stay well. Read John Todd's Manual and Coombs' Physiology and everything you can lay your hands on about mastication and digestion and assimilation. Where you find one health man or woman, you find 50 half dead. From my own experience I can testify that, being a disciple of the gymnasium, many a time just before going to the parallel bars and punching bags and pullies and weights, I thought Satan was about taking possession of society and the church and the world, but after one hour of climbing and lifting and pulling I felt like hastening home so as to be there when the millennium set in. Take a good stout run every day. I find in that habit, which I have kept up since at 18 years I read the aforesaid Todd's Manual, more recuperation than in anything else. Those six men of Ohio will need all possible nerve and all possible eyesight and all possible muscular development before they get through the terrific struggle of this life. Word the next: Take care of your intellect. Here comes the flood of novelettes, 99 out of 100 belittling to every one that opens them. Here come depraved newspapers, submerging good and elevated American journalism. Here comes a whole perdition of printed abomination, dumped on the breakfast table and tea table and parlor table. Take at least one good newspaper with able editorial and reporters' columns mostly occupied with helpful intelligence, announcing marriages and deaths and reformatory and religious assemblages, and charities bestowed, and the doings of good people, and giving but little place to nasty divorce cases, and stories of crime, which, like cobras, sting those that touch them. Oh, for more newspapers that put virtue in what is called great primer type and vice in nonpareil or agate! You have all seen the photographer's negative. He took a picture from it ten or 20 years ago. You ask him now for a picture from that same negative. He opens the great chest containing the black negatives of 1885 or 1875, and he reproduces the picture. Young men, your memory is made up of the negatives of an immortal photography. All that you see or hear goes into your soul to make pictures for the future. You will have with you till the judgment day the negatives of all the bad pictures you have ever looked at, and of all the debauched scenes you have read about. Show me the newspapers you take and the books you read, and I will tell you what are your prospects for well being in this life, and what will be your residence a million years after the star on which we now live shall have dropped out of the constellation. I never travel on Sunday unless it be a case of necessity or mercy. But last autumn I was in India in a city plague struck. By the hundreds the people were down with fearful illness. We went to the apothecary's to get some preventive of the fever, and the place was crowded with invalids, and we had no confidence in the preventive we purchased from the Hindoos. The mail train was to start Sabbath evening. I said, "Frank, I think the Lord will excuse us if we get out of this place with the first train," and we took it, not feeling quite comfortable till we were hundreds of miles away. I felt we were right in flying from the plague. Well, the air in many of our cities is struck through with a worse plague--the plague of corrupt and damnable literature. Get away from it as soon as possible. Get away from it as soon as possible. It has already ruined the bodies, minds and souls of a multitude which, if stood in solid column, would reach from New York Battery to Golden Horn. The plague! The plague! Word the next: Never go to any place where you would be ashamed to die. Adopt that plan, and you will never go to any evil amusement, nor be found in compromising surroundings. How many startling cases within the past few years of men called suddenly out of this world, and the newspapers surprised us when they mentioned the locality and the companionship. To put it on the least important ground, you ought not to go to any such forbidden place ,because if you depart this life in such circumstances you put officiating ministers in great embarrassment. You know that some of the ministers believe that all who leave this life go straight to heaven, however they have acted in this world, or whatever they have believed. To get you through from such surroundings is an appalling theological undertaking. One of the most arduous and besweating efforts of that kind that I ever knew of was at the obsequies of a man who was found dead in a snowbank with his rum jug close beside him.

But the minister did the work of happy transference as well as possible, although it did seem a little inappropriate when he read: "Blessed are the dead who die

in the Lord. They rest from their labors, and their works do follow them."

If you have no mercy upon yourself have mercy upon the minister who may be called to officiate your demise. Die at home, or in some place of honest business, or where the laughter is clean, or amid companionships pure and elevating. Remember that any place we go to may become our starting point for the next world. When we enter the harbor of heaven, and the officer of light comes aboard, let us be able to show that our clearing papers were dated at the right port. Word the next: As soon as you can, by industry and economy, have a home of your own. What do I mean by a home? I mean two rooms and the blessing of God on both of them; one room for slumber, one for food, its preparation and the partaking thereof. Mark you, I would like you to have a home with 30 rooms, all upholstered, pictured and statuetted, but I am putting it down at the minimum. A husband and wife who cannot be happy with a home made up of two rooms would not be happy in heaven if they god there. He who wins and keeps the affection of a good practical woman has done gloriously. What do I mean by a good woman? I mean one who loved God before she loved you. What do I mean by a practical woman? I mean one who can help you to earn a living, for a time comes in almost every man's life when he is flung of hard misfortune, and you do not want a weakling going around the house whining and sniffing about how she had it before you married her. The simple reason why thousands of men never get on in the world is because they married nonentities and never got over it. The only thing that Job's wife proposed for his boils was a warm poultice of profanity, saying, "Curse God and die." It adds to our admiration of John Wesley the manner in which he conquered domestic unhappiness. His wife had slandered him all over England until, standing in his pulpit in City Road chapel, he complained to the people, saying, "I have been charged with every crime in the catalogue except drunkenness;" when his wife arose in the back part of the church and said, "John, you know you were drunk last night." Then Wesley exclaimed, "Thank God, the catalogue is complete." When a man married he marries for heaven or hell, and it is more so when a woman marries. You six young men in Fayette, O., had better look out. Word the next: Do not rate yourself too high. Better rate yourself too low. If you rate yourself too low the world will say, "Come up." If you rate yourself too high the world will say, "Come down." It is a bad thing when a man gets so exaggerated an idea of himself as did Earl of Buchan, whose speech Banantyne, the Edinburgh printer, could not set up for publication because he had not enough capital I's among his type. Remember that the world got along without you near 6,000 years before you were born and unless some meteor collides with us, or some internal explosion occurs, the world will probably last several thousand years after you are dead. Word the next: Do not postpone too long doing something decided for God, humanity and yourself. The greatest things have been done before 40 years of age. Pascal at 16 years of age, Grotius at 17, Romulus at 20, Pitt at 22, Whitefield at 24, Bonaparte at 27, Ignatius Loyola at 30, Raphael at 37, had made the world feel their virtue or their vice, and the biggest strokes you will probably make for the truth or against the truth will be before you reach the meridian of life. Do not wait for something to turn up. Go to work and turn it up. There is no such thing as good luck. No man that ever lived has had a better time than I have had, yet I never had any good luck. But instead thereof, a king Providence has crowded my life with mercies. You will never accomplish much as long as you go at your work on the minute you are expected and stop at the first minute it is lawful to quit. The greatly useful and successful men of the next century will be those who began half an hour before they were required and worked at least half an hour after they might have quit. Unless you are willing sometimes to work 12 hours of the day you will remain on the low levels, and your life will be a prolonged humdrum.

Word the next: Remember that it is only a small part of our life that we are to pass on earth. Less than your finger nail compared with your whole body is the life on earth when compared with the next life. I suppose there are not more than half a dozen people in this world 100 years old. But a very few people in any country reach 80. The majority of the human race expire before 30. Now, what an equipoise in such a consideration. If things go wrong it is only for a little while. Have you not enough moral pluck to stand the jostling, [?] injustices, and the mishaps of the small parenthesis between the two eternities? It is a good thing to get ready for the one mile this side the marble slab, but more important to get fixed up for the interminable miles which stretch out into the distances beyond the marble slab. A few years ago on the Nashville and New Orleans railroad we were waked up early in the morning, and told we must take carriages for some distance. "Why?" we all asked. But we soon saw for ourselves that, while the first four of five spans of the bridge were up, farther on there was a span that had fallen, and we could not but shudder at what might have been the possibilities. When your rail train starts on a long bridge you want to be sure that the first span of the bridge is all right, but what if farther on there is a span of the bridge that is

all wrong; how then? what then? In

one of the western cities the freshets had carried away a bridge, and a man knew that the express train would soon

come along. So he lighted a lantern and started up the track to stop the train.

But before he had got far enough up the track the wind blew out the light of his lantern, and standing in the darkness as the train came up he threw the lantern into the locomotive, crying, "Stop! Stop!" And the warning was in time to halt the train. And if any of you by evil habits are hastening on toward brink or precipice or fallen spa, I throw this Gospel lantern at your mad career: Stop! Stop! The end thereof it death! Young man, you are caged now by many environments, but you will safter awhile get your wings out. Some one caged a Rocky Mountain eagle and kept him shut up between the wires until all the spirit and courage had gone out of it. Released one day from the cage, the eagle seemed to want to return to its former prison. The fact was that the eagle had all gone out of him. He kept his wings down. But after awhile he looked up at the sun, turning his head first this side and then that side, and then spread one wing and then the other wing, and began to mount, until the hills were far under his feet, and he was out of sight in the empyrean. My brother, when you leave this life, if by the grace of God you are prepared, you will come out of the cage of this hindering mortality, and looking up to the heavenly heights you will spread wing for immortal flight, leaving sun and moon and stars beneath in your ascent to glories that never fade and splendors which never die. Your body is the cage. Your soul is the eagle. Word the next: Fill yourself with biographies of men who did gloriously in the business or occupation or profession you are about to choose or have at ready chosen. Going to be a merchant? Read up Peter Cooper and Abbot Lawrence and James Lenox and William E. Dodge and George Peabody. See how most of the merchants at the start munched their noonday luncheon made up of dry bread and a hunk of cheese, behind a counter or in a storeroom, as they started in a business which brought them to the top of influences which enabled them to bless the world with millions of dollars consecrated to hospitals and schools and churches and private benefactions, where neither right hand nor left hand knew what the other hand did. Going to be a physician? Read up Harvey and Grose and Sir Adam Clarke and James Y. Simpson, the discoverer of chloroform as an anesthetic, and Leslie Keeley, who, notwithstanding all the damage done by his incompetent imitators, stands one of the greatest benefactors of the centuries, and all the other mighty physicians who have mended broken bones, and enthroned again deposed intellects, and given their lives to healing the long, deep gash of the world's agony. Going to be a mechanic? Read up the inventors of sewing machines and cotton gins and life saving apparatus, and the men who as architects and builders and manufacturers and day laborers have made a life of 30 years in this century worth more than the full 100 years of any other century. You six young men of Ohio, and all the other young men, instead of wasting your time on dry essays as to how to do great things, go to the biographical alcove of your village or city library, and acquaint yourselves with men who in the sight of earth and heaven and hell did the great things. Remember the greatest things are yet to be done. If the Bible be true, or as I had better put it, since the Bible is beyond all controversy true, the greatest battle is yet to be fought, and compared with it Saragossa and Gettysburg and Sedan were child's play with toy pistols. We even know the name of the battle, though we are not certain as to where it will be fought. I refer to Armageddon. The greatest discoveries are yet to be made. A scientist has recently discovered in the air something which will yet rival electricity. The most of things have not yet been found out. An explorer has recently found in the valley of the Nile a whole fleet of ships buried ages ago where now there is no water. Only six out of the 800 grasses have been turned into food like the potato and the tomato. There are hundreds of other styles of food to be discovered. Aerial navigation will yet be made as safe as travel on the solid earth. Cancers and consumptions and leprosies are to be transferred from the catalogue of incurable disease to the curable. Medical men are now successfully experimenting with modes of transferring diseases from weak constitutions which cannot throw them off to stout constitutions which are able to throw them off. Worlds like Mars and the moon will be within hailing distance, and instead of confining our knowledge to their canals and their volcanoes they will signal all styles of intelligence to us, and we will signal all styles of intelligence to them.

Coming times will class our boasted nineteenth century with the dark ages. Under the power of gospelization the world is going to be so improved that the sword and the musket of our time will be kept in museums as we now look at thumbscrews and ancient instruments of torture. Oh, what opportunities you are going to have, young men all the world over, under 30. How thankful you ought to be that you were not born any sooner. Blessed are the cradles that are being rocked now. Blessed are the students in the freshman class. Blessed are those who will yet be young men when the new century comes in, in five or six years from now. This world was hardly fit to live in in the eighteenth century. I do not see how the old folks stood it. During this nineteenth century the world has by Christianizing and educational influences been fixed up until it does very well for temporary residence.

But the twentieth century! Ah, that will be the time to see great sights and do great deeds. Oh, young men, get ready for the rolling in of that mightiest and grandest and most glorious century that the world has ever seen! Only five summers more; five autumns more; five winters more; five springs more, and then the clock of time will strike the death of the old century and the birth of the new. I do not know what sort of a December night it will be when this country lies down to die; whether it will be starlit or tempestuous; whether the snows will be drifting or the soft winds will breathe upon the pillow of

the expiring centenarian. But millions will mourn its going, for many have re-

ceived from it kindnesses innumerable, and they will kiss farewell the aged

brow wrinkled with so many vicissitudes.

Old nineteenth century of weddings and burials, of defeats and victories, of nations born and nations dead, thy pulses growing feebler now, will soon stop on that 31st night of December! But right beside it will be the infant century, held up for baptism. Its smooth brow will glow with bright expectations. The then more than 1,700,000,000 inhabitants of the earth will hail its birth and pray for its prosperity. Its reign will be for a hundred years, and the most of your life, I think, will be under the sway of its scepter.

Get ready for it. Have your heart right, your nerves right, your brain right, your digestion right. We will hand over to you our commerce, our mechanism, our arts and sciences, our professions, our pulpits, our inheritance. We believe

in you. We trust you. We pray for you. We bless you. And though by the time you get into the thickest of the fight for God and righteousness we may have disappeared from earthly scenes, we will not lose our interest in your struggle, and if the dear Lord will excuse us for a little while from the temple serv-

ice and the house of many mansions we will come out on the battlements of jasper and cheer you, and perhaps of that night of this world be very quiet you may hear our voices dropping from afar

as we cry, "Be then faithful unto death, and thou shall have a crown!"

Mezzofanti's Memory.

Cardinal Mezzofanti had a memory little short of miraculous. Dr. Russell, his biographer, says that the cardinal

spoke with the greatest ease 30 lan-

guages; that he spoke fairly well 9; that he used occasionally, but not

with any fluency, 11 more; that he spoke imperfectly 8, and that he could read 11 more. Taking, in addi-

tion, the number of dialects he used, some so diverse from the mother tongue

as to constitute a different language, Dr. Russell says that the cardinal was master of no less than 111 different languages and dialects. His German was so excellent that he was taken for a native of Germany, while his French and English were equally pure. Dr. Tholuck heard him converse in German, Arabic,

Spanish, Flemish, English, Latin,

Greek, Swedish and Portuguese at one of the pope's receptions, and afterward

Mezzofanti gave him an original poem

in Persian and left him to take a lesson in Cornish. He knew several of the American Indian languages and nearly all the dialects of India.

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