St. Landry democrat., 1886-07-31
TALMAGE'S SERMON.
Second Discourse of the Series on
"Voices of Gardens and Fields"
The Church Militant as the Garden of
Christ-Its Labors, Fruits and Flowers
Heroic Laborers-The Voice
of the Gardener.

second of his series of discourses on
"Voices of Gardens and Fields" at "The
Hamptons," taking for his text:
1 am come into my garden.-Solomons
Song, WI.
My text leads US into scene of summer
redolence. The worla has had great
many beautiful gardens. Charlemagne
added to the glory of his reign by decree
ing that they be esta~rished all through
the realm-deciding even the names of the
flowers to be planted there. Henry w., at
Montpelier, established gardens of be-
witching beauty and luxuriance, gather
ing into them Alpine, Tyrenean and
French plants. One of the sweetest spots
on earth was the garden of Shenstone, the
poet. His writings have made but little
impre7 sion on the world, but his garden,
'The Leasowes," will be immortal. To
the natural advantage of this place was
brought the perfection of art. Arbor, and
terrace, and slope, and rustic temple, and
reservoir, and urn and fountain here had
their browning. Oak and yew and hazel
put forth their richest foliage. There was
no life more diligent, no soul more in
genious than that of Shenstone, and all
that diligence and genius he brought to
the adornment of that one treasured spot.
He gave 81 800 for it; he sold it for $S5, 600
And yet am to tell you to day of a richer
garden than have mentioned.
1t is the garden spoken of in my text,
the garden of the church, which belongs
to Christ, for my text says SO. he bought
it, he planted it, he owns it. and he shall
have it. Walter Scott; in his outlay at
Abbotsford, ruined his fortune; and now,
in the crimson flowers of those gardens,
you can almost think or imagine that you
see the blood of that old mans broken
heart. The payment of the last $500 900
sacrificed him. But l have to tell you
that Christ's life and Christ's death were
the outlay of this beautiful garden of the
church, of which my text speaks. Oh,
how many signs, and tears, and pangs,
and agonies Tell me, We women who
saw him hang! Tell me, We executioners
who lifted him and let him down! Tell
me, thou sun that didst hide; We rocks
that fell! Christ loved the church and
gave himself for it." If the garden of the
church BELONGS to Christ, certainly he has
q right to walk in it. Come, then, o
blessed Jesus, to-day; walk up and down
these aisles, and pluck what Thou wilt Of
sweetness for Thyself!
That would be a strange garden in which
there were no flowers. If nowhere else,
they would be along the borders or at the
gateway. The homeliest taste will dictate
something, if it be the oldfashioned holly
hook, or dahlia, or daffodil; but If there be
larger means, then you will find the Next
can cactus, and blazing azalea, and clus-
tering oleander. Well, now Christ comes
to his garden, and he plants there some of
the brightest spirits that ever Powered
upon the world. Some of them are violets,
unconspicuous, but sweet as heaven. You
have to search and find them. You do not
see them very often, perhaps, but you find
where they have been by the frightened
face of the invalid, and the sprig of ger
anium on the stand, and the new window
curtains keeping out the glow of the sum
light. They are, perhaps, more like the
ranunculus, creeping sweetly along amid
the thorns and briars of life, giving kiss
for sting; and many man who has had
in his way some great black rock of
trouble, has found that they have covered
it all over with the fowery jessamine run
ming in and out amid the crevices. These
flowers in Christ's garden are not like sun
flowers, gaudy in light, but wherever
darkness hovers over a soul that needs to
be comforted, there they stand, night
blooming cereuses. But in Christ's garden
there are plants that may be bet
ter compared to the Mexican
cactus-thorns without, loneliness within;
men with sharp points of character They
wound almost every one that touches
them. They are hard to handle. Men
pronounce them nothing but thorns, but
Christ loves them notwithstanding all
their sharpnesses. Many man has had
a very hard ground to cultivate, and it
has only been through severe trial he has
raised even the smallest scrape of grace.
A very harsh minister was talking to g.
very placid elder, and the placid elder said
to the harsh minister:
doctor, I do wish you would control
your temper"
"Ah,n said the minister to the elder, 81
control more temper in five minutes than
you do in five years."
1t is harder for some men to do right
than for other men to do right. The grace
that would elevate you to the seventh
heaven might not keep your brother from
knocking man down. had friend who
came to me and said:
81 dare not join the Church."
said: "Whyw
"Oh,"he said, 81 have such violent
temper. Yesterday morning was cross
Ing very early at the Jersey City ferry
and saw milkman pour large amount
of water into the milk can, and said to
him: Il think that will do,' and he insulted
me, and I knocked him down. Do you
think I ought to join the churchW
Nevertheless, that very same man who
was SO harsh in his behavior, loved Christ