Dodge City times., 1889-05-23
A TALK OF OTHER DAYS.
DIR. rALMAGE REFUTEs A sTOKl
THAT HAS BEEN CIRCULATED.

DR. TALMAGE REFUTEs A STORY
THAT HAS BEEN CIRCULATED.
Before Discussing the Experiences Of tho
Past He Dentcs Emphatic>ily That He
Ever Advocated Miscegenation-A Ser
mon ON Religious Life.
At the Brooklyn Tabernacle last Sun
dsy, the Rev. L. De Witt Talmage, d.
D., preached sermon on the subject,
Other DAYS Lived Over" and made ref
erencc to the falsehood that he had ad-
yocated m;scegenation of the white and
black races.
DR.. Talmage's text was Deuteronomy
viii, 2: Thou shalt remember all the
way which the Lord thy God led thee.
He said:
Before entering on my subject l wish
to say that some newspaper correspon-
dents, referring to a recent sermon In
which welcomed foreign nationalities
to this country, have said that l advo-
Gated as desirable thing the inter-
marriage of the white and black races.
/ never said so, 1 never thought SO, and
any one " no SO misrepresents that SER
mon is either a villain or fool, per-
haps both.
But to open this mornings subject l
have to say God in the text advises the
people to look back upon their past
history. 1t will do Us all good to re-
hearse the scenes between this Nav
morning and our cradle, whether It was
rocked in country or town. a few days
ago, with my sister and brother, l visited
the place of nv boyhoOd. 1t was one of
the most emotional and absorbing days
of INV life. There stands the old house,
and as l went through the rooms l said,
/ could find my way here with my eyes
shut, although / have not been here in
twenty years" There was the sitting
room where large family group every
evening gathered, the most OF them now
in better world. There was the old
barn where We hunted for Easter eggs,
and the place where the horses stood.
There is where the orchard was, only
three or four trees now left of all the
grove that once bore apples, and such
apples, too. There is the brook down
which We rode to the Watering of the
horses bare back and with a rope halter.
We also visited the cemetery where many
of on. kindred are waiting for the resur-
rection, the old people side by side,
after a journey together of sixty years,
only about three years between the time
of their going. There also sleep the
dear old neighbors who used to tie their
horses under the shed of the country
meeting house and sit at the end of the
pew, singing Duke Street." and Bal
erma, and Antioch" Oh they were a
glorious race of men and women who
did their work we'll, raised a splendid
lot of boys and girls, and are now as to
their bodies in silent neighborhOod on
earth, but as TO their souls in jubilant
neighborhood before the throne of God.
l feel that my journey and visit last
week did me good and it would do you
all good, if not in person then in thought,
to revisit the scenes of boyhood or girl
hood. Thou shalt remember all the
way which the Lord thy God led thee"
Youth is apt too much to spend all its
time in looking forward. Old age is apt
too much to spend all its time in look
ing backward. People in mid-life and
on the apex look both. ways. 1t would
be we'll for us, think, however, tospend
more time in reminiscence. by the con-
stitution of our nature We spend most
the time looking forward, and the vast
majority of this audience live not SO
much in the present as in the future.
find that you mean to make reputation
you mean to establish yourself, and the
advantages that you expect to achieve
absorb a great deal of your time. But
see no harm in this if it does not make
you discontented with the present or
disqualify you for existing duties.
1t is q useful thing sometimes to look
back, and to see the dangers we have
escaped, and to see the sorrows We have
suffered, and the trials and wanderings
of our earthly pilgrimage, and to sum
up our enjoyments. mean this morn
ing, SO far as God may help me, to stir
up your memory of the past, SO that in
the review you may be encouraged, and
humbled. and urged to pray.
There is a chapel in Florence with
fresco by Guido. 1t was covered up
with two inches of stucco until our
American and European artists went
there, and after long toll removed the
covering and retraced the fresco. And
l am aware that the memory of the past,
with many of You, is all covered up with
ten thousand obliterations, and propose
this morning, SO far as the Lord may
help me, to take away the covering, that
the old picture may shine out again.
want to bind in one sheaf all your
past advantages, and 1 want to bind in
another sheaf all your past adversities.
1t is q precious harvest, and must be
cautious how 1 swing the scythe.
Among the greatest advantages of
your past life was an early home and its /
surroundings. The bad men of the day,
for the most part. dip their heated
passions out of the boiling spring of an
unhappy home. We are not surprised
to find that Byron's heart was a concen-
tration of sin, when We hear his mother !
was abandoned, and that she made sport |
Ssfh ,,,f, laJ
the lame brat" He who has vicious |
parents has to fight every inch of his |
way if he would maintain his integrity. |
and ut last reach the home of the good |
in Heaven.
Perhaps your early home was in the |
city. 1t may have been in the days |
when Canal street, New York, was far |
up town and the site of this present |
church was an excursion into the coun- |
try. That old house in the city may |
have been demolished or changed into |
stores. and it seemed like sacrilege to |
you, for there was more meaning in that |
plain house, in that small house, than /
there is in granite mansion or q tur- /
reted cathedral. Looking back this
morning you see it as though it were |
yesterday-tbe sitting g-room, where the
loved ones sat by the plain lamplight.
the mother at the evening stand, the
brothers and sisters, perhaps long ago
gathered into the skies, then plotting |
mischief on the floor or under the table,
your father with a firm voice command
ing a silence that lasted half minute.
oh, those were good days! If you had
your foot hurt, your mother always had
q soothing salve to heal it. If you were
wronged in the street, your father was
always ready to protect you. The year
was one round of frolic and mirth.
Your greatest trouble was like m April
shower, more sunshine than shower.
The heart had not been ransacked by
troubles, nor had sickness broken it,
and no lamb had warmer sheepfold
than the home in which your childhood
nestled.
Perhaps you were brought up in the
country. You stand now to-day in
memory under the old tree You club