Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1885-10-26
BLOOD TALMAGE'S THEME
THE GREAT DIVINE breaches
"A THRILLING SERMON.

! BROOKLYN, N. Y, Oct, 25.-Prof. Henry
Eyre Browne opened the services in the
Brooklyn tabernacle this morning with
the organ solo, "First Sonata in Minor"
| by Ritter. DR.. Talmage eXpounded the
chapter in Leviticus about ancient sacri-
fees. The hymn sung was:
salvation, 0 the joyful sound!
| 'Iis pleasure to our ears;
| A sovereign balm for every wound,
cordial Tor our fears"
! The subject Of the sermon was "Blood,"
and the text WAS from Heb. tx, %: "With-
out shedding of blood is no REMISSION
The preacher said:
John G.. Whittier, the last Of the great
school OF American poets that made the
| last quarter OF century brilliant, asked
me in the White mountains one morning
after pray yers, in which l had given out
| COwper's famous hymn about the "foun-
tain filled with blOod" 'Do you really
believe that there Is literal application
| OF the blood Of Christ to the soulE" My
negative reply then is my negative reply
| now. The Bible statement agrees with
| all physicians, and ali Psychologists, and
all scientists in saying that the blood Is the
life, and IN the Christian religion il means
simply that ChrIst's life was given TOR
our life. Hence all this talk of men who
say the Bible story of blood is disgusting,
and that they don't want what they call
a 'slaughter-house religion" only
shows their incapacity or unwillingness
to look through the figure OF speech to-
ward the thing signifed. The blood that
on tue darkest Friday the world ever saw,
| oozed or triokled or poured from the brow,
and the side, and the hands, and the feet
of the illustrious sufferer, back Of Jerusa-
lem, in few hours coagulated and dried up
and Il H. I,.,I
| depended on the application of the literal
blood Of Christ, there would not have been
a soul saved for the last eighteen centu-
ries.
In order TO understand this red word OF
my text, we only have to exercise as
much common sense in religion as we do
in everything else. Pang for pang, hun
ger for hunger, fatigue for fatigue, tear
Tor tear, blood for blood, life for life, we
see every day illustrated. The act of
substitution Is no novelty, although L
hear men talk as though the idea of
Chrisps suffering substituted for our suf-
fering were something abnormal, some
thing distressingly odd, something wildly
eccentric, a solitary episode IN the
worlds history: when | could take you
out into this city. and before sundown
point you to five hundred cases Of substi-
tuition and voluntary suffering OF one in
behalf of another.
At 2 O'Clock tomorrow afternoon 20
among the places of business of toll. 1t
will be no difficult thing for you to find
men who by their looks show you that
they are oyerWorked. They are prema-
turely old. They are Fastening rapidly
toward their decease. They have gone
through crises in business that shattered
their nervous system and pulled On the
brain. They have a shortness Of breath
and pain in the back of the head, and at
night an insomnia that alarms them. Why
are they drudging at business early and
late? For funi No; it Weuld be difficult
to extract any amusement out Of that ex-
haustiOn. Because they are aYarieious
In many cases no. because their own per-
sonal expenses are lavish? No; a few
hundred dollars would meet all their
wants. The simple fact is the man is en-
during all that fatigue. and evaporation,
and wear and tear, to keep his home pros
porous. There is an invisible line reach
ing from that store, from that bank, from
that shop, from that seaffolding. to a quiet
scene few blocks, few miles away, and
there is the secret Of that business endur-
ance. He is simply the champion of q
homestead for which he wins bread, and
wardrobe, and education, and prosperity,
and in such battle ten thousand men fall.
| OF ten business men whom l bury nine
I die Of overwOrk for others. Some sudden
disease finds them with no power of re-
sistanoe, and they are gone. Life for life.
Blood for blood. Substitution.
At 1 o'clock tomorrow morning, the
hour when slumber Is most uninterrupted
and most profound, walk amid the dwell
ing houses Of the city. Here and there
you will find dim light, because il is the
1 household custom to keep q subdued light
burning, but most Of the houses from base
TO top are as dark as though unInhablted.
A merciful God has sent forth the arch
angel Of sleep, and he puts his wings over
the city. But yOnder is a clear light
burning, and outside on the window case
ment a glass or pitcher containing food
for a sick child, toe food set in the fresh
AIR. This is the sixth night that mother
has sat up with that sufiererer. She has TO
the last point obeyed the physicians pre-
scriptiOn, not giving drop too much or
too little, or a moment too soon or too
late. She 10 very anxious, for she
has buried three children with the
weeps, each prayer and sob ending
with kiss OF the pale cheek. by
dint Of kindness she gets the little one
through the ordeal. After il is all over
the mother is taken down. Brain or nerv.
GUS fever sets in, and one day she leaves
the cOnvalescent child with a mothers
blessings and goes up TO join the three in
Substitution. The fact is that there are
an uncounted number Of mothers VINO.
after they have navigated a large family
Of children through all the diseases of ia.
fancy and got them fairly started up the
Towering slope OF boyho0d and girlhoOd
have only strength enough lett b die
They fade away. Some call IL cOnsump.
tiOn, some call it nervous prostration.
some call IL Intermittent or malarial dis.
position, but / call 10 martyrdom OF the
domestic circle. Life for life. Blood fOI
blood. Substitution.
Or, perhaps, she fingers long enough "a
see her son get on the wrong road, and his
former kindness becomes rough reply
when she expresses anxiety about him
But she goes right on looking carefully
after his apparel. remembering his every
birthday With some mementO, and when
be Is brought home worn out with dissl.
patton, nurses him till he gets we'll and
starts him again, and hopes and expects,
and praye aud cOunseis, and suffers, until
her strength gives out and she falls. She
Is going, and attendants bending over her
pillow ask her II she has any message %
leave, and she makes great effort 20 gay
something, but out OF three or four indis.
tinct utterances they can catch but three
words: my poor boy 70 The simple fact
Is she dies for him. Life for life. substi.
tuition.
About twenty-four years ago there went