Dodge City times. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1876-1892, 1889-10-03
DIR. TALMAGE'S SERMON.
aIs SUBJECT Is THE STREETS or
THE CITY.
They Teach the Eminent Brooklyn Disiae
Many Useful Lessons Which He Expounds
to = Vast and Attentive Congfogation in
the Brooklyn Tabernacle

They Teach tho Emincnt Brooklyn DiSiae
Many Useful Lessons which He Expounds
to . Vast and Attentive Congfegation in
tho Brooklyn Tabernacle
The Rev. T. De Witt Talmaee, D. D.,
preached at the Tabernacle in Brooklyn
on Sunday. Sept. Is, to vast congrega-
tion or THE City Streets" His text
was: Wisdom crieth without; she utter
eth her voice in the streets.-Prov. j, 20.
He said:
We are all ready to listen to the voices
of nature-voices of the mountain, tho
voices of the sea, the voices of the
storm, the voices of the star. As in
some of the cathedrals in Europe there
is an organ at either end of the build
ing, and one instrument responds mu-
sically to the other, SO in the great ca
thedral of nature day responds to day,
and night to night, and flower to flower,
and star to star, in the great hafmonies
Of the universe. The spring time is an
evangelist in blossoms preaching of
Gods love; and the winter is a prophet
bearded = denouncing woe
against our sins. We are all ready to
listen to the voices of nature; but how
few of us learn anything from the voices
of the noisy and dusty streets. You 60
to your merchandise, and your mechan-
ism, and to your work. and you come
back agaih-and often with an indiffer-
ent heart you pass through the streets,
Are there no things for us to learn from
these pavements over which We pass?
Are there no tufts of truth growing up
between these cobblestones, beaten with
the feet of toll, and pain, and pleasure,
the slow tread of old age, and the quick
step of childhood? Aye, there are great
harvests to be reaped; and now trust
in the sickle because the harvest is ripe.
Wisdom crieth without; she uttereth
her voice in the streets"
In the first place the street impresses
me with the fact that this life is q scene
of toll and struggle. By 10 o'clock every
day the city is jarring with wheels, and
shutting with feet, and humming with
voices, and covered with the breath of
and a-rush with trafickers.
Once in a while you find a man going
along with folded arms and with leis-
urely step, as though he had nothing to
do; but for the most part, as you find
men going down these streets, on the
way to business, there is anxiety in their
faces, as though they had some GRAND
which must be executed at the first pos
sible moment. You are jostled by those
who have bargains to make and notes to
SELL Up this ladder with hod of
bricks, out of this bank with o roll of
bills, on this dray with load of goods,
cellar, or shingling roof, or
shoeing horse, or building a wall, or
mending watch, or binding q book.
Industry, with her thousand arms, and
thousand eyes, and thousand feet, goes
on singing her song of work! work!
work! while the mills drum it, and the
steam whistles fife it. All this is not be-
cause men love toll. Some one remarked:
Every man is as lazy as he can afford to
be-" But it is because necessity, with
stern brow and with uplifted whip,
stands over them ready whenever they
relax their toll to make their shoulders
ing up and down these streets on your
learn anything of the worlds toll, and
anxiety, and struggle? Oh! how many
dropping hearts, how many eyes on the
watch, how many miles travelled, how
many burdens carried, how many losses
suffered, how many battles fought. how
many victories gained, how many de-
feats suffered, how many exasperations
losses, what hunger,
what wretchedness, what pallor, what
disease, what agony, what despair!
Sometimes have stopped at the corner
of the street as the multitude went
hither and yon, and it has seemed to be
o great pantomine, and as I looked upon
it my heart broke. This great tide of
human life that goes down the street is
0 rapid, tossed and turned aside, and
dashed ahead and driven back-beauti-
full in its confusion and confused in its
beauty. In the carpeted aisles of the
forest, in the woods from which the
eternal shadow is never lifted, on the
shore of the sea over whose iron coast
losses the tar. ed foam, sprinkling the
cracked cliffs with baptism of whirl-
wind and tempest, is the best place to
study God; but in the rushing, swarm
ing, raving street is the best place to
study man. Going down to your place
of business and coming home again, I
charge you look about-see these signs
of poverty, of wretchedness, of hunger,
of sin, of bereavement-and rs you 60
through the streets, and come back
through the streets, gather up in the
arms of your prayer all the sorrows, all
the losses, all the suffering, all the be-
of those whom you pass, and
present them in prayer before an all
God. Then in the great
day of eternity there will be thousands
Of persons with whom you in this world
never exchanged one word who will rise
up and call you blessed; and there will
be thousand fingers pointed at you in
Heaven, saying: That is the man, that
is the woman, who helped me when I
was hungry. and sick, and wandering,
and lost, and heart broken. That is the
man, that is the woman" and the bless
ing will come down upon you as Christ
shall say: Il was hungry and ye fed
me. / was naked and ye clothed me,
was sick and in prison and ye visited
me; inasmuch as We did it to these poor
waits of the streets, We did it to mes
Again, the street impresses me with
the fact that all classes end conditions
Of society must commingle. We some
times culture q wicked exclusiveness.
Intellect despies Ignorance. Refine
ment will have nothing to do with
boorishness. Gloves hate the sun
burned hand, and the high forehead
despises the fat head; and the trim
hedgerow will have nothing to do with
The wild copsewood; and Athens hates
Nazareth. This ought not to be SO. The
must come down from his
starry revelry and help us in our navi-
CATION. The surgeon must come away
from his study of the human organism
md set our broken bones. The chemist
must come away from his laboratory,
where he has been studying analysis and
synthesis, and help us to understand
he nature of the soils. bless God
that all classes of people are compelled
10 meet on the street. The glittering
coach wheel clashes against the scav-
enger's cart. Fine robes run against the
peddler's pack. Robust health meets
wan sickness. Honesty cenfronts fraud.
Every class of people meets every other
class. Independence and modesty. pride
and humility, purity and beastliness,
trankness and hypocrisy. meeting on
the same block, in the same street, in
he same city. Oh! that is what Solo
mon meant when he said: The rich
md the poor meet together: the Lord is
The Maker of them all" l like this
democratic principle of the Gospel of
Jesus Christ which recognizes the fact
hat We stand before God ON one and
The same platform. Do not take on any