Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1889-09-21

SERMON BY DIR. ,IALAlAGE.

SERMON $50. BY DIR. TALMAGE.
HIS SUBJECT is THE STREETS OF
r. THE CITY.
fSrhey Teach tho Eminent Brooklyn Divine
Many Useful Lessons Which Ho Exrounds
JI.;;to:a Vast and Attentive Congregation In
III; IL the .I:rooklyn Tnbernaoie.
IS BROOKLYN, Sept. l5.-The Rev. T.
ssDe eWittsTalmage. D. D., preached
sat the Tabernacle today to q vast con-
gregation. oil The City Streets" His
I;sstcxt was: Wisdom crieth without;
#sleS suttereths her voice in the streets. !"
PROV. i,E20 He said:..
LESSONS In TIE STREET.
To- are all, ready to- listen to the
voices of nature-the voices of the
Ss1i5ui fair, the voices of the sea, the
Voices OF the Storm thcivoices of the
lsSilGsome of the cathcdrals in
slfropes there is, an organ al either end
the building AM. the one insti.u-
Sane ntsrespo3 dis iasica lY 10 ssthe other,
ESQ lin s til sat cath edral of nature
ssday TespoiidS to day ,aHd5 mig htstto
: I1Tg1i t. sam1 liower.t to uower.and star.
to star, in the great harmonies OF the
universe. The spring time is an evan;
Egelistein blossoms preaching of Gods
siove; and the winter is prophet
white bearded = denouncing Woe
our siss. We are all ready to
listen to the voices of nature; but how
flew OF. us learn anything from tile
voices of the noisy and dusty street.
You go to your merchandise, and
Tyour mechanism, and TO your work,
and you como back again-aud often
with an Indifferent heart you pass
Though the streets. Arc there no
things for us to learn from these
Fpavements over which we pass2 Are
There no tufts OF truth growing up be-
tween these cobblestoncs, beaten with
the feet of toll, and pain, and pleas
lure, the slow tread of old age, and the
quick step OF childhood? Aye, there
are great haivests TO be reaped; and
now thrust i'll the sickle because the
harvest is ripe Wisdom crietll with
out; she uttereth her voice in the
streets.
THE TOLL OF LIFE.
/. In the first place the street impress
.es me with the fact that this life is a
scene Of toll and struggle. BY 10
O'clock every day the city is jarring
with wheels, and shutting with feet,
and:llunnning with voices, and cover
ed with the breath of smokestacks,
and a-rusll with traffickers. Once ina
while you-tinl man going along with
folded arms and with leisurely step, us
though he had nothing to do; but for
the most part, as you find men going
down these streets, OH the why TO
business, there isanxicty in their faces.
as though they had some errand
which must be executed at the first
possible moment You arc jostlcd by
those who lave bargains to make aud.
notes to sell. Up this ladder with a
hod of bricks, out of this bank with a
roll of bills, OH this dray with load
Of goods, digging Il cellar, or shingling
u roof. or shoeing horse, or building
a wall, or mendiig watch. or bind
ing book Industry, with her thou
sand arms. and thousand ewes, and
Il ms or nj S, I'll Z tie Steam wristIss
life it. All Ills is not because men
love toll. Some one remarked: Every
man is as lazy is he can afford to be.
But it is because necessity, with stern
brow and withluplifted whip, stands
over them ready whenever thcy relax
their toll tomakc their shoulders sting
with the lash. Can it be that, passing
up and down these streets on your
way to work and business, YOU do
not learn anything of the worlds toll,
and anxiety, aud struggled Oh! how
many dropping hearts, how many
eyes on tire watch, how many miles
travelled, how many burdens carried,
how many losses suffered, how many
battles fought, how many victories
gained, how many defeats suffered,
iiow many cXasperltions endured
what losses, what hunger, what
wretchedness what pallor, what dis
case, what agony, what dcspalrl
l have stopped at the cor
ncr of the street us the multitude went
hither and yon, and it has seemed to
be great pantomine, and as | looked
upon it my heart broke. This great
tide of human life that goes down the
streets rapid, tossed and turned aside,
and daslling ahead and driven back,
beautiful III its confusion and confused
in its beauty. In the carpetcd alslcs
of the forest, in the woods from which
the eternal shadow is never lifted. Oh
the shore of the sea over Whose iron
coast losses the tangled foam, sprink-
ling the cracked cliffs with
baptism of. whirlwind and tenn
pest, is the best place to study
God; but in the rushing, swarlnlng,
raving street is tho best place to study
man. Going down 10 your place OF
business and coming home again,
charge you look about-see these
signs of poverty, of wretchedness, OF
hunger, of sin, of bereavcment-and
as you go through the streets, and
como back through the streets, gather
up i'll the aIns of your prayer
all the sorrows all the losses, ell
the suffering, all the bcreave-
ments of those whom you pass,
and present them in prayer before an
all sympathetic God. Then IN the
great day OF eternity there will he
thousands of persons with whom youilil
this world never exchanged one word
who will rise up and call you bless
cd: and there will be thousand fin
gers pointed at you in heaven, saying:
SThat is the man, chat is the woman,
,uhn helnnl Inc when | was hum