St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-10-26
TALMAGE AND BEECHER
Dr.. Palmage breaches an Instructive Ser
mon Upon the Blood of
Atonement.
Suffering for Others Reward Of Self
Sacrifco-Life for Life, Blood for
Blood, Substitution.
MT. Beecher's Sermon About Christs
Lament Over Chorazin, Beth
saida and Capernaum.
His Sorrow for the Wicked--A Few
Points Relating to Methods of
Future Punishment.
TaImage,s Sermon.


Eyre Browne opened the services in the
Brooklyn tabernacle this morning with the
organ solo, First Sonata in d minor, by
Ritter. Dr. Talmage eXpounded the chap
ter i'll Leyiticus about ancient sacrifices.
The subject Of the sermon was Blood, and
the text was from Hebrews tx, %: ''With-
out shedding Of blood is no remission" The
preacher said: John G. Whittier, last Of
the great school of American poets that
made the last quarter OF a century brilliant,
asked me in the White mountains one morn
ing after prayers, in which | had wen out
Cowper'S famous hymn about 1.-The fountain
filled with blood:' do you really believe
there is literal application Of the blood OF
Christ to the Soul?" My negative reply
then is my negative reply now. The Bible
statement agrees with all physicians and all
Psychologists and all scientists in saying
that the blood is the life, and in the Chris
tian religion it means simply that Christ's
life was given for 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 re-
ligion, only shows their incapacty or un
Willingness to look through the figure of
speech toward the thing signifed. The
blood that on the darkest Friday the world
ever saw ooZed or trickled or poured from
the brow and the side and the hands and
the feet of the
INDUSTRIOUS SUFFERER,
back of Jerusalem, in a few hours coagu-
lated and dried up and forever disappeared,
and if man had depended on the appiica
ton of the literal blood of Christ. there
would not have been a soul saved for the
last eighteen centuries. In order to under
stand 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, hunger for hunger, fatigue for
fatigue, tear for tear, blood for blood, life
for life, we see every day illustrated. The
act of substitution is no novelty, although
hear men talk as though the idea of
Christ's suffering substituted for our suf-
fering were something abnormal, something
distressingly odd, something wildly eccen-
trio, a solitary episode in the worlds his
tory, when l could take you out into this
city and before SUndOwn point you to 500
cases of substitution, and voluntary substi-
tuition, of one in behalf of another. AT 2
o'clock tomorrow afternoon go among the
places of business or toll. 1t will be no
difficult thing for you to find men who by
their looks show you that they are over
worked. They are prematurely old. They
are Fastening rapidly toward their deCeaSe.
They have gone through crises in busi-
ness that shattered their nervous system
and pulled on their brain. They have
ShortneSS of breath and a pam in the back
of the head. and at night an insomnia that
alarms them. Why are they
DRUDGING AT BUSINESS
early and late? For fun? No; it would
be difficult to extract any amusement out
of that exhaustion. Because they are av-
aricious? In many cases no. Because
their own personal 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 reaching
from that store, from that bank, from that
shop, from that Scatfoldlng, 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 a
homestead for which he wins bread and
wardrobe and education and prosperity,
and in such battle 10, 600 men fall. OF ten
business men whom l bury, nine die of
overwOrk for Others. Some sudden dis
ease finds them with no power Of resistance
and they are gone. Life for life. Blood
for blood. Substitution. At l o'clock to-
morrow morning, the hour when slumber
is most uninterrupted and most profound.
Here and there you will find dim light,
because it is the household custom to keep
a Subdued light burning; but most of the
houses from base to top are as dark as
though uninhabited. 4 merciful God has
sent forth the archangel of sleep, and He
puts His wings over the city. But yondel
is clear light burning, and outside on the
window easement a glass or pitcher con-
tanning food for sick child, the food sci
III the fresh air. This is
THE SIXTH NIGHT
that mother has sat up with that sufferer.
She has to the last point obeyed the physi-
clans prescription, not giving a drop toe
much or too little, or moment too soon OF
too late. She is very anxious, for she has
buried three children with the same disease
and she prays and weeps, each prayer anC
sob ending with kiss of the pale cheek
BY dint of kindness she gets the little one
through the ordeal. After it is all over the
mother is taken down. Brain or nervou;
fever sets in, and one day she leaves the
convalescent child with mothers blessing;
and goes up to join the three in the king.
dom of heaven. Life for life. Substitute
ton. The fact is that there are an un
counted number of mothers who, after they
have navigated large family of children
through all the diseases of infancy and go
them fairly started up the Towering slope
of boyhOod and girhood, have only strength
enough left to die. They fade away.
Some call it consumption; some call il
nervous proStration; some call it intermit-
+ tent or malarial disposition; but I call il
martyrdom OF the domestic circle Life
for life. Blood for blood. Substitution.
Or perhaps she fingers long enough to see {
son go the wrong road, and his former
kindness becomes rough reply when she eX-
presses anxiety about him. But she goes
right on, looking carefully after his apparel
remembering his every birthday with some
memento, and when he is brought home
worn out with dissipation nurses him
TILL HE GETS WELL
and starts him again, and hopes and eX
poets, and prays and counsels and suffer-
until her strength gives out, and she fails
She is going and attendants, bending owe
her pillow, ask her if she has any messag,
to leave, and she makes great effort to sa,
something. but out of three or four minute
of indistinct utterance they can catch bu
three words: MY poor boy" The simpl
fact is she died for him. Life for life
Substitution. About twenty-four years ag
there went forth from our homes hundred
of thousands of men to do battle for thei
country All the poetry of war soon van
ished and left them nothing but the terribl
prose. They waded knee-deep in mud
they slept in snowbanks; they marched til
their cut feet tracked the earth; they wer
ywindled out of their honest rations an
lived on meat not fit for dog; they hat
laws all fractured and eyes extinguished
and limbs shot away. Thousands of then
,ried for water as they lay dying on tn
aeld the night after the battle and got
not They were homesick, and receive
no message from their loved ones. The