The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-12-10
OUR DEAD STILL LIVING
REV TALMAGE TEACHES A LESSON
FROM THE LIFE OF JOSEPH.

Us Up to See Our Lost Kindred.
BROOKLYN, Doc 9.-The Rev. T. Dewitt
Talmage, ID, preached to-day on "Our
Departed Still Living" His text was
Genesis, ch. 45, v. 81 and 2S: "And when he
saw the wagons which Joseph had sent to
| carry him, the spirit of Jacob, their father.
| revived. Aud Israel said, it is enough.
Joseph my son, is yet alive" DR.. Talmage
| said
The Egyptian capital was the focus of the
worlds wealth. In ships and barges thers
| had been brought to it from India franklin
cense, and cinnamon, and ivory, and
| diamonds; from the north, marble AID
iron; from Syria, purple and silk; from
Greece, some of the finest horses of the
world, and some of the most brilliant
| charlots; and from all the earth that which
| could best please the eye, and charm the
ear, and crafty the taste. There were
temples aflame with red sand
stone, entered by gateways that
were guarded by pillars bewildering
with hieroglyphics, and wound with braz n
| serpents, and adorned with winged ca
tures-their eyes, and beaks and pinions
glittering with precious stones tn re
were marble columns blooming into wbits
| hower-buds; there were stone pillars at the
| top bursting into the shape CT tho tps
| lined with sphinx, and fame and obei ak,
| there were princes who came in gorgeously
upholstered palanquins. carried by servants
| III scarlet, or elsewhere drawn by vehic c',
the snow-white horses, golden-bitted, and
six abreast, dashing at full run. Taere
were fountains from stone wreathed vases
| climbing the ladders of the light You
would hear a bolt shove and door
of brass would open like a flash OF the IN.
| l he surrounding gardens were saturated
with odors that mounted the terrace, and
| dripped from the arbors, and burned their
| incense in the Egyptian noon. On floors OF
| mosaic the glories Of Pharaoh were spelled
| out in letters of porphyry, and beryl, and
| flame. There were ornaments twisted from
| the wood of the tamarisk, embossed with
silver breaking into foam. There were foot
| stools made out OF single precious stone.
| There were beds fashioned out OF crouched
| lion in brs me- There were chairs spotted
with the sleek hide of leopards. There
were sofas footed with the claws of wild
beasts, and armed with the beaks of BIRDS
| AS you stand on the level beach of the sea
| on summer-daY, and look either way, and
| there are miles Of breakers white with the
ocean foam, dashing shoreward; so it
seemed as If the s0a Of the worlds pomp
and wealth in the Egyptian capital for
miles and miles flung itself up into white
breakers of marble temple, mausoleum, and
obelisk
his was the place where Joseph, the
| shepherd boy, was called TO stand next to
| Pharaoh in honor. What a contrast be-
| tween this scene and his humble starting,
and the pit into which his brothers threw
him Yet he was not forgetful of his early
home; he was not ashamed Of where he
came from. The Bishop of Mentz, de-
scended from a wheelwright, covered his
house with spokes, and hammers, and
wheels; and the King of Sicily, in honor Of
| his father, who was potter, refused to
| drink out of anything but an earthen vessel.
| So Joseph was not ashamed of his early
| surroundings, or of his old-time father, or
| of his brothers. When they came up from
| the famine-stricken land to get corn from
the kings corn crib, Joseph, instead Of
| ending them for the way they had NAL
| trelted and abused him, sent them back
with wagons, which Pharaoh furnished,
| laden with corn and old Jacob, the father,
| in the very same wagons, was brought
back, that Joseph, the son, might SEQ him.
and give him comfortable home all the
| rest Of his days.
We'll, hear tho wagons, the kings
wagons, rumbling down in front of the
| palace. On the outside Of the palace, to sea
| the wagons go off, stands Pharaoh in royal
robes; and beside him Prime Minister Jos-
eph, with a chain Of gold around his neck,
and ON his hand ring given by Pharaoh to
the royal seal upon document he could do
| So Wagon after wagon rolls on down from
| the palace, laden with corn, and meat, and
| changes OF raiment, and everything that
could help a famine-struck people. One
| day see aged Jacob seated in front of his
house. He is possibly thinking Of his absent
| boys (sons, however old they get, are never
| TO "A father any more than boys and while
| he is seated there, he sees dust aris-
| ing, and be hears wagons rumbling,
and he wonders what is coming now, for
the whole land had been smitten with the
| famine, and WINS in silence. But after
awhile the wagons have come near enough,
and he secs his sons on the wagons, and be-
| fore they come quite up they shout:
Joseph Is yet alivelp The old man faints
dead away. | do not wonder at ID. The
boys tell the story how that the boy, the
| long-absent Joseph, has got to be tho first
man in the Egyptian palace. While they
unload the wagons, the wan and wasted
creatures In the neigbborhood come up and
ask for a handful Of corn, and they are
satisfied.
One day the wagons are brought up, for
Jacob the old father, Is about TO go / o 90
Joseph In the Egyptian palace. You know
10 Is not a very easy thing to transplant an
old tree, and Jacob has hard work to get
AWAY from the place where be has lived
80 long. He bids good bye to the old place,
and then his sons steady him while he, de-
termined to help himself, gets into the
wagon, stiff, old, and decrepit. Yonder
they 20, Jacob and his sons and their wives,
and their children, eighty-two In all, fol-
lowed by herds and fiocks, which the herds
men drive along. They are going out from
famine 10 -luxurianco: they are gong
frou plain country home to the finest pal
ace under the sun. Joseph, the prime min
ister, gets in his chariot, and drives down
to meet the old man. Joseph's cbarioteer
holds up the horses ON the one slde-the
dust-covered wagons Of the emigrants stop
on tho other. Joseph, instead Of wait
ing for his father TO come, leaps
out OF the chariot and jumps into the emf
grants wagon, throws bis arms around tho
old man. and weeps aloud for past memories
and present joy. Tho father. Jacob, can
hardly think it's his boy. Why, the smooth
brow Of childhood has become a wtinkled
brow, wrinkled with tho cares Of state, and
the gnrb OF the Shepberd-boy has become n
robe royalty bedizenedl But as tho old
man finds out it is actually Joseph, SEQ tho
thin lip quiver against the toothless gum as
he cries out: snow let me die, since have
seen thy face; behold Joseph is yet aliveln
The wagons roll up in front OF the palace
Help out the grandchildren, and take them
In out of the hot Egyptian sun. Help old
Jacob out Of the wagon. Send word 10
Pharaoh that the old shepherd has come.
In the royai apnrtmont Pharaoh and Jacob