Connecticut western news., 1889-12-18
ON THE BANKS OF GALlLEE
Dr. Talmage Breaches In the Village
 of Capernaum.

of Eriends on the "Stosmy Passage"-
 Sacred Msmories of the Lake-The Inn
 psrtance of Having Christ in the Ship
 of Life.
 Special Dispatch to the Boston Herald.l CAPERNAUM, Dec. Is, 1SS9. Rev. T. De Witt Taimage, ID. D., preached here to-day 10 group of friends on 1.-The stormy Pas sage,e taking for his texts the verses of the gospel following: John vii, IT: '.Entered into a ship, and went over the sea toward Capernaum"; and Mark iv., 39: And he arose and rebuked the wind and the sea-" He said:
 Here in this seashore village was the tenn porary home of that Christ who for the most of his life was homeless. On the site Of this village, now in ruins, and all around this lake, what scenes of kindness and power, and glory and pathoS when our Lord lived here, It has been the wish of my life-l cannot say the hope, for l never expected the prlvf ege-to stand on the banks of Gaiiiee. What N solemnity and what a rapture To be here! l can now understand the feeling of the im- mortal Scotchman. Robert MeCheyne, when, sitting on the banks of this lake, he wrote:
 It is not that the wild gazelle
 Comes down to drink thy tide,
 But he that was pierced to save from hell
 Oft wandered by thy side.
 Graceful around thee the mountains meet,
 Thou calm, reposing sea:
 But, ah! far more, the beautiful feet
 Of Jesus walked OCT thee.
 can now easily understand from the con- foIr of the country that bounds this lake that storms were easily tempted to make these waters their playground. From the gentle Way this lake treated our boat when We sailed on it yesterday, one would have thought 1t incapable of paroXysm of rage, but it WAS quite different on both the occasions spoken ( \. shore of Lake Gaiiiee, as it now is, with but little signs of human life, disappears, and there comes back to my vision the lake as it was in Christ's time. It lay in scene of great luxuriance; the surrounding hills, ter raced, sloped, grooyed, so many hanging gar dens of beauty. On the shore were castles, armed towers, Roman baths, everything at- tracti,e and beautifuHan styles of vegeta- ton in shorter space than in almost any other space in all the world, from the palm tree of the f, rest to the trees of the rigorous eli mate.
 It seemed as if the Lord had launched one wave of beauty on all the scene, and it hung and swung from rock and hlll and Oleander. Roman gentlemen in plasure boats sailing this lake, and cOuntrymen in fish smacks coming down to drop their nets, pass each other with nod and shout and laughter, or swinging idly at theirrmoorings 0, what a beautlfui scene!
 It seems as if we shall nave 8 quiet night. Not a leaf winked In the air, not a ripple dis turbed the face of the Gennesaret, but there seems to be 8 little excitement up the beach, and we hasten to see what it is, and we find 1t an embarkation.
 From the western shore 8 fiotiila pushing out; not a squadron or deadly armament, or clipper with valuable merchandise, nor piratic vessels ready to destroy everything they cou.d seize; but 8 fiotilla, bearing mes seEgers of light and life and peace. Christ is in the front of the boat. His disciples are in . smaller boat. Jesus, weary with much speak ing, to large multitudes. is put into somno- lence by the rocking of the waves. If there was any motion at all, the ship was easily lighted; if the wind passed from starboard to hrboard, or from larboard to starboard, the loat would rock, and by the gentleness of the motion putting the Master asleep. And they extemporized pillow made out of fish, erman's coat.
 Calm night, starry night, beautiful night. Run up all the sails. ply all the oars, and let the large boat and the small boat glide over gentle Gennessret. But the sailors say there Is going to be a change of weather. And even the passengers can hear the moaning of the storm. as 1t comes on with great stride, and all the terrors of hurricane and darkness. The large boat trembles like a deer at bay among the clangor of the hounds; great patches of foam are flung into the air; the sails of the vessel loosen, and the sharp winds crack like pistols; the smaller boats, like petrels. boise on the cliffs of the waves and then plunge.
 Overheard go cargo. tackling and masts and the drehched disciples rush into the back part of the boat, and lay hold of Christ, and say unto him: 'sMaster carest thou not that we perish?' That great parsonage lifts his head from the pillow of the fisherman's coat walks to the front of the vessel and looks out into the storm. All around him are the smaller boats, driven in the tempest, ant through it comes the cry of drowning men By the flash of the lightning I see the calm brow of Christ as the spray dropped from hi beard. He has one word for the sky and an other for the waves. Looking upwarl. nt riies: "Peace." Looking downward, h. says: s.Be stil,''
 Tie waves fell flat on their faces, the foan mefts, the extinguished stars reliSht thei torches. The tempest falls dead, and Chris stands with his feet on the neck of the storm boats, and while they are trying to untangl the cordage, the disciples stand In amazement now looking into the calm sea. then into tn calm sky, then into the calm Saviouf's coun tenance, and they cry out: "What manner o man Is this, thst even the wind and sea obe him:" The subject in the first place impresses m with the fact that it is very important to hay Christ in the ship, for all those boats woul have gone to the bottom of Gennesaret Christ had not been present. Oh. what lesson for you and for me to learn. w must always have Christ in the ship. Whs ever voyage we undertake, in whatever e, terprise we start, let us always have Chri, in the ship. All you can do with utmost tel sion of body, mind and soul, you are boun to do; but oh. have Christ in every ente prise, Christ in every voyage. These disc ples got Into the small boats, and have n doubt they said .'what beautiful day tn isi What . smooth seal" But when tl winds swept down, and the sea was tosse into wrath, then they found that followfn Christ was not smooth sailing. So you hay found it; SO I have found 1t. Did you ev' notice the end of the life of the apostles { Jesus Christ? You would say, If ever me ought to have had smooth life, smoOl departure, then those men, the disciples Jesus Christ, ought to have had such a d parture and such a life. They did not fir following Christ smooth sailing. Oh, ho they were all tossed in the tempest! B why go into history when we can draw fro our own memory illustrations of the truth
 what I say?
 Some young man in store trying to ser God, while his employer scoffs at Christia
 fly; the young men in the same store, a him, tormenting him about his religion, tr
 ing to get him mad, saying: "You're . prt ty Christianr' Does that young man find
 smooth sailing when he tries to folio Christi Or you remember Christian gii
 Her father despises the Christian religion
 her mother despises the Christian religion
 her brothers and sisters scoff at the Christfs
 religion; she can hardly find quiet place
 which to say her prayers. Did she find
 smooth sailing when she tried to follow Jes
 Christ! Oh, no! All who would live the Ii
 of the Christian religion must suffer persec
 tion; If you do not find it in one way, v
 will get it in another way. The Questi, asked: ssWho those pearest t
 thropef' And the answer came bac