The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1889-12-12
TALMAGR'S SERMON.
weekly Discourse OF the Great
Brooklyn Preacher.
SubIecf. "Ihe Birthplace OF
sewing societies." PrcUch-
ed at .DOppa.

TEXT; ".And all The toidops stood by him
weeping, and shooing the coats aud gar
ments which Dorcas made tohiie she ,pds
pith them. Acts tx, 80
Christians of Joppal Impressed as am
with your mosque, the first | ever saw, and
stirred as am with the fact that your har-
Dor once fioated the great RATS OF Lebanon
cedar from which the temples at Jerusalem
were builded. Solomon's oxen drawing the
way to Jerusalem, nothing can make
me forget that this Joppa was the
birthplace OF the sewing society that
has blessed the poor of all succeeding ages in
all lands The disasters TO your town when
Judas Maccab@us set IL ON fire, and Napoleon
had five hundred prisoners massacred in
your neighborhood, cannot mako me forget
that one of the most magnificent charities of
the centuries was started in this seaport by
Dorcas, woman with her needle embroider-
ing her name intellectually in the beneficence
of the world. l SEQ her sitting in yonder
hcme. In the doorway, and around about
the building, and in the room where
she sits, are the pale faces Of the
poor. She listens 20 their plant, she
pities their woe, she makes garments
for them, she adjusts the manufactured arti.
Giles to suit the bent form Of this invalid
woman and to the cripple that comes crawl
ing on his hands and knees. She gives a
coat to this one she gives sandals to that one.
With the gifts she mingles prayers and tears
and Christian encouragement Then she
goes out to be greeted on the street corners
by those whom she blessed, and all through
the street the cry is heard; "Dorcas is COM
ingp The sick look up gratefully in her
face as she puts her hand on the burn
Ing brow, and the lost and the abandoned
start up with hope as they hear her
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addressed them; and as she goes out the
lane, eyes half put out with sin think they
see halo of light about her brow, and trail
of glory in her pathway. That night half
paid shipwright climbs the hill and reaches
home, and sees his little boy well Clad and
says: "Where did these clothes come from~
And they tell him, "Dorcss has been here"
In another place a woman is trimming q
lamp; Dorcas brought the oil. In another
place, family that had not been at table
for many a week are gathered now, for Dor
cas- has brought bread
But there is a sudden pause in that woman's
ministry. They say; "Where is Dorcas?
Why, we haven't seen her for many a day.
Where is DorcasY And one of these poor
people goes up and knocks at the door and
finds the mystery solved All through the
haunts of wretchedneSs, the news comes
''Dorcas is sickm No bulletin flashing from
the palace gate, telling the stages of "a Kings
disease, is more anxiously awaited for than
the news from this sick benefactress Alas
for Joppa! there is waiing, wailng. That
voice which has uttered so many cheerful
words is hushed that hand which
had made so many garments for the
poor is cold and still; that star
which had poured light into the midnight of
wretchedness is dimmed by the binding
mists that go up from the river of death. In
every God forsaken place in this town,
wherever there is sick child and no balm;
wherever there is hunger and no bread:
wherever there is guilt and no commiseration
wherever there is broken heart and no
comfort, there are despairing looks and
streaming eyes, and frantic gesticulations
as they cry "Dorcas is dead" They send
for the apostle Peter, who happens to be in
the suburbs of this place, stopping with a
tanner by the name of Simon. Peter urges
his way through the crowd around the door,
and stands in the presence of the dead. What
expostulation and grief all about him Here
stand some Of the poor people, who show the
for them. Their grief cannot be appeased.
The apostle Peter wants to perform a mira
Gle. He will not do it amidst the excited
crowd, so he kindly orders that the whole
room be cleared The door is shut against
the populace. The apostle stands now with
the dead. Oh, it is a serious moment, you
know, when you are alone with lifeless
body The apostle gets down on his knees
and prays, and then he comes to the lifeless
form of this one all ready for the sepulcher,
and in the strength of Him who is the resur-
rection he exclaims: ''Tabtha, arise!n
There is stir il the fountains of life; the
heart flutters; the nerves thrill: the cheek
dushes; the eye Opus; she sits up!
We see in this subject Dorcas the disciple;
Dorcas the benefactress; Dorcas the lamented;
Dorcas the resurrected.
If had not seen that word disciple in my
text would have known this woman was
Christian. Such music as that never came
from heart which is not chorded and
strung by divine grace. Before l show you
the ncedie-work of this woman, | want to
show you her regenerated heart, the source
of pure life and of all Christian charities
| wish that the wives and mothers and
daughters and sisters of all tho earth would
initiate Dorcas in her dscipleship. Before you
cross the threshold of the hospital, before you
enter upon the temptations and trials
name of Cod and by the turmoil and
tumult of the Judgment day, Oh women
that you attend to the first, last and
greatest duty of your life-the seeking
for God and being at peace with Him
When the trumpet shall sound, there
will be an urroar. and wreck OF mount
ain and continent, and no human arm
can help you. Amidst the rising of the
sea, and amidst the live, leaping thunders
OF the flying heavens, calm and placid
will be every woman's heart who hath
put her trust in Christ; calm notwithstand-
ing all the tumult, as though the fire in the
heavens were only the gildings of an autumn
nal sunset, as though the peal of the trumpet
were only the harmony of an orchestra, as
though the awful voices of the sky were but
a group of friends bursting through gate
way at eventime with laughter and shout
ing "Dorcas, the disciplcm Would God that
every Mary and every Martha would this
day sit down at the feet of Jesus!
Further, we see Dorcas the benefactress.
History has told the story of the crown; the
epic poet has sung of the sword. the pastoral
poet, with his verses full of the redolence Of
clover tops, and a-rpstle with the silk of the
corn, has sung the praises of the pillow. tell
you the praises of the needle From the fig
leaf robe prepared in the garden of Eden to
poor, the needle has wrought wonders of
kindness, generosity and benefaction. 1t
adorned the girdle of the high priest; it fash
Toned the curtains in the ancient tabernacle;
it cushioned the chariots of King Solomon;
it provided the robes of Queen Elizabeth;
and in high places and in low places, by the
fire of the pioneers back log and under the
flash of the chandelier, everywhere 1t has
clothed nakedness it has preached the Cos
pei, it has overcome hosts Of penury and
want with the war cry of 'Stitch, stitch,
stitchp The operatives have found a liveli-
hood by it, and through it the mansions of
the employer have feen constructed
Amidst the greatest triumphs in all
ages and lands, l set down the con-
quests of the needle. ] admit its crimes |
admit its cruelties. 1t has had more martyrs
than the fire; it has punctured the eye; it has
pierced the side; it has struck weakness into
the lungs; it has sent madness into the brain;
it has filled the potter's field; it has pitched
whole armies of the suffering into crime ard
wretchedness and woe. But now that l am
talking of Dorcas and her ministries to the
poor, | shall speak only of charities of the
needle.
This woman was representative of all
| those women who make garments for the
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