The San Saba news. [volume] (San Saba, Tex.) 1873-1966, 1889-02-15
REV. DR.. fALMAGE.
THE BROOKLYN DIvINEs sun
DAY SERMON.
Subject; Tho Fragrance of the
Gospel

Of Paris is the Church Of Notre Dame, wi5
its great towers, and elaborated r0sr
windows, and sculpturing of Che last juag-
lnent, with the trumpeting angels and fisag
dsad; its battlements Of ol,erterfojl. its
sac-isty, with ribbed ceiling and st,tuss
Oh SAINTS. But there was nothing in asthat
building which more vividly appealedfo my
pam republican tastes, than the costly
Vessments which laid in uaken presses,
rooes That had been embroidered wth gold,
enu oeen worn by popes and urcholshops
On great occasions. There was robe that
bad been worn by Plus VII. at the browning
q tue ilrst Napoleon There wss also vest
.neht tnat had been worn at the baptism OF
napoleon II. As our guide opened the
osl.en presses and brought out these
.sestinenis OF fabulous cost and lifted
them up, The fragrance Of the pungent arc
mates in which thew Ind been preserved.
niied the place with a sweetness that was al
,aos. lfessiye. Nothing that had been done
=. =. seohe more wildly impressed me than these
shiiFs mat had been done IN cloth. and en-
9roldery, and perfume. But to day open the
1raser OF this text and I look upon the
aelhgiy roles Of Christ, and as lift them,
nasling with eternal Jewels, the whole house
Is niled with the aroma OF these garments,
Nnlcn smell Of myrrh, and aloes, and cassia,
out Of the ivory palaces
IN my text the King steps forth. Hisrobes
rustic and blaze as He advances His pomp
anu anu power and glory overinaster the specta-
por. More brilliant e He than Queen Vashti
moving amid the Persian Princes; than
marie Antoinette on the day when Louis
sAI put upon her the necklace Of eight
hundred Diamonds, than Anne Boleyn, The
day when Henry VII welcomed her to his
palace; ell beauty and all pomp forgotten,
while We stand IN the presence OF this i'm
perial glory, King of Zion, KING OF earth,
King Of Heaven, King foreverl His gar
ments not worn out, not dust-bed-
ragged; but radiant, and jeweled,
and redolent Il seems as il they
must nave been pressed a hundred years
amid the flowers OF heaven The wardrobe
from which they have been taken must have
been sweet with clusters OF campfire and
frankincense, and all manner Of precious
wood Do you not inhale the odorsl Ay,ay.
They smell OF fuyrrh, and aloess and cassia,
out Of the ivory palaces
Your first curiosity. is to know why the
robes OF Christ are odOrOus with myrrh-
This was a bright-leafed Abyssinian plant.
Il was trifoliatea The Greeks, Egyptians,
Romans ard Jews bought and sold it at
a high price. The first present
thRs was ever given 10 Christ WIS a
sprig Of myrrh, thrown on his infantile bed
IN Bethlehem. and the last silt that Christ
ever lad was myrrh pressed into the cup OF
his crucihxion. 1he natives would take
stone and hruise ths tree, and then
1t would exude a gum that would
saturate all the ground beneath This gum
was used for purposes Of merchandise. One
piece Of it. no larger than chestnut, would
wheim whole room with odor1- 1t put
Ia closets, in chests, in drawers, in rooms,
and its perfume adhered almost intermin-
ably to anything that was anywhere near
It So when in my text / read that Christs
garments smell Of myrrh, / Immediately
conclude the exquisite sweetness Of Jesus. 1
F-og that to many He is only like any his
torlcal person; another John Howard;
another philanthropic Oberlin; another Con-
fucius; grard subject for a painting: a
heroic theme for a poem; q beautiful
form for a statue; but TO those who have
heard bis voice, and felt His pardon, and re-
ceived His hened1ction, He Is music, and
Light and warmth, and thrill, and eternal
fragrance Sweet as a friend sticking to
you when all else betray. Lifting you up
While others try to push y0u down. Not
50 much Ike mOrning-glOries, that boom
only when the sun is coming up, nor like
-four clocks that bloom only when the sun
Is going down, but like myrrh, perpetually
aromatic-the same morning, noon and night
--yesterday, to day, forever. II seems as 4
We cannot wear Him ont We put on Him
all orr burdens and aillict Him with all
our grief, and set Him foremost IN all our
battles. and yet He is ready TO lift, and to
symparhize, and to help We have so i'm
posed upon HIM that one would think in
eternal ahront He would quit cur soul; and
yet to-day De addresses US with the same
tenderness, dawns upon Us with the samsl
smile, pities us with the same compassion !
There g. no name Ike Els for US 1t is
more imperial than CHSar's more musical
than Beethovel's, more conquering than
Charlemagnss- more eloquent than Cicero's.
Hthrobs with alllife 1t weeps with all pathos.
i grcsns with all pain It sto0ps with
al conslescensi0n. Il hreathes with all
perfar 2 Who like Jesus to set q broken
llarafna IN rnnrr
sick man TO take a prodigai back without
any scoldiug. 10 Ilumine a cemetery all
plOwed with graves, 10 make a Queen unto
God out Of the lost woman OF the street, to
catch the tears Of human sorrow N
iachrYmaIory that shall never be brokenf
Who has such an eye TO see our need. such
lip to kiss away our sorrow, such a hand to
snatch US cut OF the fire, such foot 70
trample our enemies such n heart to embrace
all our necessitiesl / struggle for some
metaphor with which 70 express Him. he Is
not like tho bursting forth Of full or
ste sea when lashed n raze BY the tempest;
that IS too baistsrouz He Is not Hkel the
mountain, its brow wreathed with the
iightnings; that Is too solitary. Give Us
softer type, a CENTER comparison
We have seemsd to see Him with our
eyes, and to hear Him with our ears, and TO
touch him with our hands. Oh, that to-day
ne IllLul apilrtT % sOiit 0LuEF one OF our
i've senses AY- the nostrll shall discover
His Iresence- BE CONES upon Us like spice
gales from heaven Yea, HIS garments smell
Of pungent. lasting and ali pervasive myrrh.
Oh, that you all knew BIS sweetness How
soon you would turn from your novels. If
N frenzy OF JOY and capped
his hands, and rushed through the
streets, because be had found the solution Of
q mathematical problem, how will you feel
leaping from the fountain Of a Saviour's
mercy and pardon, washed, clean, and made
white as snow, when the question has been
solved, '.HCw can my soul be savedsl Naked,
frost-bitten, storIn-iashed soul. let Jesus this
hour throw around thee the garments that
small Of myrrh, anI alOes, and cassia, out Of
the ivory palaces
Your second curiosity Is to know why the 1
robes Of Jesus are odorous with ElOes. There
IS some difference OF opinion about where I
flower, what Is the particular appearance Of I
the herb. Suffice Il for you and me to know I
that aioes meaa bitterness the world ]
over, and when Chris. comes with garments /
bearing that particular odor they suggest to I
me the bitterness OF q Saviour's sufferings I
Were there ever such nights as Jesus lived 4
.hrough-nights on the mountains. nights on
he sea nights in the DESERT Who ever had /
i7ich hard reception as Jesus had A hos /
.ery the first an m Just trial in oyer and I
q A-a-tI dAyturls u LDli lluuluelr Nelllnz ]
mob the last. Was there n space on His /
back as wide your two fingers where De /
was not Wh.pp=df Vas there q space on His I
5r0w an inch square where He was not cut I
1f the hriersi When the spike struck at the i
nstep, did It not 20 clear through to the /
hollow OF the footf Oh, long, deep, bitter 4
pilgrimage Aloesl Aloesi
John leaned his head on Christ. but who 4
lid Christ lean oni Five thousand men fed \
D. the Saviour; who FED Jesusl The sym
lathy Of q Saw ours heart gong ont to the
eper and the adulteress; but who soothed
christi Denied both cradle end death
ed. BE had a fit place neither TO be
'orn nor 70 die. A poor babei A
DOR lad Apoo- young mani Not 50 much
: taper 70 cheer his dying hours Even
.1e candle OF tne sun snuifed out Oh, was
Z hqt al aloes! All our SINS, sOrrows, be-
leayeinents, losses and all the agonies OF
- - q and he'll picket up as in one clus-
- 81 squeezed into one cup and that
pIsassi 70 HIS hps, un5l the acrid.
p - a1l7''aling- bitter draught was swallowed
. ~, q distorted countenance, and a shudder
.Iolh n-a1 - loot, and gurgiing strangula-
~ = Aloesi Aloesi Nothing but alOes.
81 tais for HIMSELF All tins TO get the
anne IA The world Of being a martyr All
ms IN the spir1t CT ssubbornness. because hs
"a u nos Ike Cpsari MOI mol An this because
= ~.il'sq 70 pluck YOU and me from hell
3 ss.. ne wanted to raise you and me 20
1sate9- Because we were lost and He |
7 "a an - ~ us found Because we were blind