The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1880-09-23
miscellaneous.
REV, 7. DEWITT TALMAGE.
DAY DAWN.
The Sunlight in Christian FaCes-GOd's Clock
May Move Slowly, But the Pendulum SWINGS
The Hands Move, and 1t viii Yet Strike
Noon.
snR1Ecr-"THE DAY DAWN"

hand
Good morningl Back from the noun
tains, from h springs, from the sea-
shore, from the farm house, your cheeks
bronzed, your spirits lightened, l. hail
you home again, greeting you with the
Scriptural salutation; us it we'll with
thee? Is it we'll with thy husbandY Is
it we'll with the child2" Though some
of your cheeks have marks of recent
grief, all along the track of tears see
traces of the story of resurrection and
reunion after I'll tears are gone-the
deep blowing of the keel followed by the
fash of the phosphoresCenCe. Having
inquired about you, you naturally want
to know how am. Very well, l thank
YOU. Whether it was the breathing of
the air of the Colorado mountains, twelve
thousand feet above the level Of the sea,
or the tonic atmosphere OF the Pacific
coast, or bath in surf of Long Island
beach, or whether it is the gladness of
standing in this great group of warm
hearted friends, or some new appreca-
ton of the goodness of God, l can not
say. only know tha! l am grandly,
gloriously, supremely, inexpressiby
happy. am told that when John Maj
fit, the great Methodist preacher, oCca-
sionally got fast in his sermons, he got
loose by crying "Hallelujah" Though
in no such predicament to-day, l am,
nevertheless, full of that rhapsodiC eiaC'
ulation.
Starting out this morning on the new
ecclesiastical year, l give you the key
note of my next twelve months mimic.
try. l want to set it to the tunes of An
tioch, Ariel and Coronation, We have
had during my absence, new stop-the
trumpet stop-put in this great organ,
and am going to put a new trumpet.
stop in my sermons. Men have no good
authority for saying Christ never laugh
ed. Do you suppose he was grum at the
wedding in CanaP Do you suppose he
was unresponsive among the children
that clambered over his lap and shoul-
der at his invitation Do you tell me
the Divine Christ, who pours all the wa.
ters over the rocks at Vernal Fall, Yose.
mite, does not believe in the sparkle and
gallop and tumultuOus joy and rushing
raptures of human life? l believe not
only that the cascades laugh, and the
mountains, and the sea, and the morn
ing laughs, and that Christ laughed, And
moreover, if you should take into your
alembC tear and smile, and put them
into the crucible, and assay them and
test them and analyze them, you will
find there is as much of the pure gold of
religion in laugh as in q tear. Deep
spiritual joys are most always expressed
in facial illumination. John Wesley
gives it rs a sign of deep religious feel.
ing, "the great laughter that prevailed
in the congregation" Goddess merri-
ment anywhere is blasphemous, but de-
monstration of the SOULS joy is anywhere
appropriate.
Moreover, the outlook of the world is
most encouraging. Astronomers have
recently disturbed great multitudes with
the statement that lhare is danger Of
stellar collision. There ere worlds, they
say, coming so near together that we are
to have plaques, and wars, and tumults,
and perhaps, the worlds destruction.
Do not be scared. If you have ever
stood at any of the great railroad CEN
ters, where ten or twenty different roads
cross each other; and have seen, by the
movement of the railroad switches only
one or two inches apart, trains rush this
way and that, wi hout Colliding, you can
conclude that, though fifty worlds may
come within one inch Of disaster, that
one inch would save them as well as a
million miles. If the human switchmaD
can shoot these trains this way and that,
without harm, l think the hand that has
kept the universe in motion 30 many
thousand years. can keep our little world
out of harms way. According to Chris
tian geologists this world has been mil
lions Of years in building, and do not
think God would take millions of years
to build house which was only to last
six thousand years. There is nothing in
or outside the world, nothing terrestrial
or astronomical, that warrants melanCho.
LA, l want one stout breeze to clear
away the malaria of human foreboding
The day is at hand.
find ray of royal gladness in the
fact that diplomatic ingenuity is taking
the place of human butchery. Within
the last twenty years many international
differences, that would have in other
times brought the shock of arms, have
been peacefully adjusted, the pen doing
the work of the sword. That Alabama
trouble, in any other day, would have
made war between England and the
United States. How was it settled2 By
men of war off the Narrows or on the
Mersey, the Gulf Stream of the ocean
crossed by gulf stream of blood, .he
pathway of nations incarnadined2 No; a
few wise men at Geneva met in quiet
room, talked matters over, and telegrap-
he'd to London and Washington that all
was settled. England pays over the
amount awarded; pays more than we
ought to haYe had, and the United
StateO are not honest enough to return
it. But still the Alabama broil is quiet
ed forever. The recent Canadian Fish.
cry question in any other day would
have made war. PAY me what you
owe" saws England TO the United States