Dodge City times., 1888-01-12
TALMAGE'S SERMON.
s'The Coming Glory" the Subject
OF q New Year's Discourse.
The Past Year Dead, the Century Dying
"A Look Into tho Bcyond-W0rld.
ly Ideas Of Heaven Far Short
Of the Reality.

OF tno kS004alye
The subject Of Rev. I. Dewitt Talmage's
New Years discourse was "The Coming
Glory" his text being:
Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard neither
have entered into the heart OF man the things
which God hath prepared for them that love
him
He said: 1883. How strange it looks,
aud how strange it sounds! Not only is
the past year dead, bat the century is
diving. Only twelve more long breaths
aud the old giant will have expired.
None of thu past centuries will be present
at the obsequies. Only the twentieth
century will see the nineteenth buried.
AS all the years are Fastening past, and
all our lives on earth will soon be
ended. l propose to cheer myself, and
cheer you with the glorie' to come, which
shall utterly eclipse all the glories past;
for my text tells Us that eye hath not
seen nor ear heard anything like the ad.
vancing splendor.
The City of Corinth has been called the
Paris of antiquity. Indeed, for spiendor,
the world holds no such wonder to-day.
1t stood on an isthmus washed by two
seas, the one sea bringin the commerce
of Europe, the other bringing the COM
Hnerce Of Asia. From her wharves, in the
construction Of which whole Kingdoms
had been absorbed, war-galleys with
three banks of oars pushed out and con-
founded the navy-yards of all the world.
Huge handed machinery, such as modern
invention can not equal, lifted ships from
the sea on one side and transported them
OH trucks across the isthmus and sat
them down in tho sea on the other side.
The revenue officers of the city went
down through the olive grove that
lined the beach to collect
tariff from all nations. The
Iuirth of all people sported in her
isthmian games, aud the beauty Of all
lands sat in her theaters, walked her
porticos, and threw itself on the altar OF
her stupendous designations. Column,
and statue, and temple bewildered the be-
holder. There were white marble fouht-
aims into which, from apertures ut the
side, there rushed waters everywhere
known for health-siving qualities.
Around these basins, twisted into wreaths
OF stone, there were all the beauties of
sculpture and architecture; while stand
ing, as if to guard the cos tly display, was
a statue of Hercules of FURNISHED COrin-
Ahian brass. Vases Of terra Gotta adorned
the cemeteries of the dead-vases so cost
Nv that Julius Cesar was not satisfied un-
til he had captured them for Rome. Armed
officials, the corintharii, paced up and
down to see that no statue was defaced,
no pedestal overthrown, no bas- relief
touched. From the edge of the city hill
arose, with its magnificent burden of col
umns, and towers, and temples Zone thous
and slaves waiting at one shrine), and a
citadel SO thoroughly impregnab.e that
Gibraltar is a heap of sand compared with
it. Amid all that strength and magnifi-
,cence Corinth stood and defied the
world.
Oh! 1t was not to rust;cs who had never
seen any thing grand that Paul uttered
this text. They had heard the best music
that had come from the best instruments
in all the world; they had heard songs
floating from morning porticos and melt
ing in evening groves; they had passed
their whole lives among pictures, and
sculpture, and architecture, and Corinth-
ian brass, which had been nodded and
shaped until there was no chariot wheel
in which it had not sped, and no tower
in which it had not glittered, and
40 gateway that it had not
adorned. All, it was a bold thing for Paul
to stand there amid all that and say:
'All this is nothing. These sounds
that come from the temple of Neptune are
not music compared with the harmonies
of which / speak. These waters rushing
in the bas in of Pyrene are not pure. These
statues of Bacchus and Mercury are not
exquisite. Your citadel of Acrocorinthus
is not strong compared with that which
offer to the poorest slave that puts down
his burden al that brazen gate. You Cor
inthians think this is splendid city;
you think you have heard all sweet
sounds, and seen all beautiful sights, but
tell You eye hath not seen nor ar heard,
neither have entered into the heart of
man. the things which God has prepared
for them that love him."
You see my text sets forth the idea that
however exalted our ideas may be of
Heaven, they come far short of the
reality. Some wise men have been calcu-
latiug how many furlongs long and
wide is the new Jerusalem; and they
have calculated how many inhabit.
ants there are on the earth, how long the
earth will probably stand, and then they
come to this estimate: That, after all the
nations have been gathered to Heaven,
there will be room for each soul-a room
sixteen feet long and fifteen feet wide. 1t
would not be large enough for me. l am
glad to know that no human estimate is
sufficient to take the dimensions. 'Eye
hath not seen nor ear heard" !" nor arith-
metics calculated. l first remark that we
can in this world get no idea of the wealth
of Heaven. When you were child, and
when you went out in the morning, how
you bounded along the road or street
YOU had never felt sorrow or sickness.
Perhaps later you felt glow in your
cheek. and spring in your step, and
c'earness of eye, that made you thank
God you were permitted to live. The
nerves were harp-strings, and
the sunlight was doxology, and
the rustling leaves were the rustling
praise the Lord. You thought that you
knew what it was to be well, but there is
no perfect health on earth. The diseases
of past generations came down to us.
The airs that float now upon the earth are
not like those which foated above para
disc. They are charged with impurities
and distempers. The most elastic and ro-
bust health of earth, compared with that
which those experience before whom the
gates have been opened, is nothing but
sickness and emacistion. Look at that
soul standing before the throne On
earth she was a lifelong invalid. See
her step now, and hear her voice now.
Catch, il you can, ons breath Of that
celestial air. Health in all the pulses
health of vision; health of spirits; i'm.
mortal health. No racking cough, no
sharp pleurisies. no consuming fevers, no
exhausting pains, no hospitals OF
wounded men. Health swinging in the
air; health flowing in all the streams;