The Russellville Democrat., 1888-12-20
TALMAGE'S SERMON.
tour Departed Still Live" Illus trated by the Story of Joseph.
''our Saviour, Who Died that We Might Live, Arose and Lives to Interceds for Us in Home Where No
 Famine Can Come.

''our Saviour, Who Died that We Might
 Live. Arose and Lives to Interceds
 for Us in Home Where No
 Famine Can Come.
 Rev. T. Dewitt Talmage took for the subject of Q recent sermon: "Our De- parted Still Live" His text was:
 And when he saw the wagons which Joseph had ssnt to carry him, the spirit of Jacob, their father revived. And Israel said: It is enough Joseph my son is yet alive. -Genesis, xiv, &-2s.
 The Egyptian capital was the focus of the worlds wealth. In ships and barges, there had been brought to it from India trankineense, and cinnamon, and. ivory, and diamonds; from the North, marble and iron; from Syria, purple and silk; from Greece, some of the finest horses of the world, and some of the most brilliant chariots; and from all the earth that which could best please the eye, and charm the ear, and gratify the taste. There were temples afame with red sand stone, entered by gateways that were guarded by pillars bewildering with hieroglyphics, and wound with brazen serpents, and adorned with winged creatures, their eyes and beaks and pinions glittering with precious stones. There were marble columns blooming into white flower buds; there were stone pillars, at the top bursting into the shape of the lotus when in full bloom. Along the avenues, lined with sphinx and fane and obelisk, there were Princes, who came in gorgeously upholstered palanquins, carried by servants in scarlet, or elsewhere drawn by vehicles, the snow white horses, gold en-bitted, and six abreast, dashing at full run. There were fountains from stone wreathed vases climbing the ladders of light. You would hear bolt shove, and door of brass would open like flash of the sun. The 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 ont in letters of porphyry, and beryl, and flame. There were ornaments twisted from the wood of the tamarisk, embossed with silver break ing into foam. There were footstools made out of single precious stone. There were beds fashioned out of crouched lion in bronze. There were chairs spotted with the sleek hide of leop ards. There were sofas footed with the claws of wild beasts and armed with the peaks 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, dash ing shoreward, so it seemed as if the sea of the worlds pomp and wealth in the Egyptian capital for miles flung itself up into white breakers of marble, mausoleum and obelisk.
 This was the place where Joseph, the shepherd boy, was called to stand next to Pharoah 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 any thing but an earthen ves- sel. So Joseph was not ashamed of his early surroundings, or of his old-ttme father, or of his brothers. When they came up from the faminestricken land to get corn from the Kings corn crib, Joseph, instead of chiding them for the way they had maltreated 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 see him and give him comfortable home all the rest of his days.
 Well, I hear the wagons, the Kings wagons, rumbling down in front of the palace. Or, the outside of the palace, to see the wagons go of, stands Pharaoh in l. la ister Joseph, with a chain of gold around his neck, and on his hand a ring given by Pharaoh to him, so that any time he wauted to stamp 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 every thing that could help a famine-stru people. One day 1 see aged Jacob seated in front of the house. He is possibly thinking of his ab- sent boys (sons, however old they get are never to a father any more than boys); and while lie was seated there he sees dust arising and he hears wagons rumbling, and he wonders what is coming now, for the whole land has been smitten with the famine and was in silence. But after awhile the wagons have come near enough and he sees his sons on the wagons, and before they come quite up they shout: "Jaseph is yet alive." The old man faints dead away. l do not wonder at it. The boys tell the story how the boy, the long, absent Joseph, has got to be the first man in the Egyptian palace. While they un- load the wagons the wan and wasted creatures in the neighborhood come up and ask for handful of corn, and they are satisfied.
 One day the wagons are brought up for Jacob, the old father, is about to go to see Joseph in the Egyptian palace. You know it is not q very easy thing to transplant an old tree and Jacob has hard work to get away from the place where he has lived so long. He bids good bye to the old place, and leaves his blessing with the neighbors and then his sons steady him, while he, determined to help himself, gets into the wagon, stiff, old, decrepit. Wonder they go, Jacob and his sons, and their wives, and their children, eighty-two in all followed by herds and focls, which the herdsmen drive along. They are going cut from famine to luxuriance; they are going from a plain country home to the finest palace under the sun. Jo- seph, the Prime Minister, gets in his chariot and drives down to meet the old man. Joseph's charioteer holds up the horses on the one side--the dust-covered wagons of the emigrants stop on the other.
 N. instead of waitingfor his father to
 out of the chariot and jumps
 rants wagon, throws his
 old man and weeps aloud
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