The morning news., 1889-05-06
TALMAGE NAILS A LIE.
HE NEVER ADVOCATED INTER-
MARRIAGE OF THE RACHs.

1eCt or Ills sermon In tine Tabernacle
Yesterday.
BROOKLYN, May 5-At the Tabernacle
to-day tho Rev. T. De Witt Talmage, D. D.,
| preached a sermon on the subject: "Other
Days Lived Over" and made reference to
the falsehood that he had adyocated mis-
| cegonation Of the white and black races.
The vast congregation sang the hymn be-
| ginning:
our God, our help In ages past,
oar hope for years to come
DIR. Tai nage's text was Deuteronomy
viii, 2: Thou shalt remember all the way
which tho Lord thy God led thee" He
said:
Before entering on my subject | wish TO
| say that some newspaper correspondents,
| referring to a recent sermon in which well
| coined foreign natlonalities to this country,
| have said that | advocated as a desirable
| thing the intermarriage of the white and
black races. never said 81; never thought
SO, ana any one who 50 misreprese1ts that
sermon is either a villain or u fool, perhaps
| BOTH
But to open this mornings subject have
| to say God in the text advises the people to
look back upon their past history. 1t will
| do us all good t. rehearse the scenes between
| this May morning aud our cradle, whether
| it was rocked In country or iowa. few
| days ago, with my sister aud brother, |
| visited the place of my b1yhold. IL was
| on . Of the most emotional and absorbing
| days of my life. There stauds tue old house,
and as | went through the rooms | said: II
| could tind my way mere with my ewes shut,
| although have not been hero ia forty
years. There was the sitting room wnero
large family group ev4ry evening ith-
cred, the most Of the u nov in a better
world. There was the old barn whore we
huntod Tor Easter eggs, aud the place
| whore the horses stood. There Is where the
! oralard was. only three or four trees now
left of all the grove that once bore apples,
| and such apples too. There is he 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 our kindred are waiting for the resurrec-
ton, the old people side by side, after a j ur-
ney together Of 'ixty years, only about three
! years between the time of their going.
! There also sleep the dear old neighb1rs who
| used 10 tie their horses under the shed Of
tho country meeting house and sit at the
! end OF tho pew singing "Duke Street and
! 'Balerma," and "Antiocl.n Ga, thsy
| were a glorious race of men aud women
| who did their work well raised a splendid
| lot OF boys and girls, and are now as to their
bodies ia silent neighborhood on earth, but
as 10 their souls in jubilant neighborhood
| before the throne OF God | fee that NV
y
and would do you all good, if not in person
then In thought, to revisit the scenes of
boyhood or girlhood "1hbu shalt remem-
Der all the way which the Lord thy God led
| thee.p
Youth is apt too much to spend all its
| time in looking forward Old age is apt
| too much 30 snend all its time in looking
backward. People in mid-lifo and on tho
apex look both ways. 1t would be well for
us, think, however, to spend more time
in reminiscence BY the constitution of
our nature we spend most of the time look
| ing 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 moan 30 establish
yourself, and the advantages that you ex-
pect to achpeve absorb a great deal OF your
| Tune. But SEQ no harm In this il 10 does
not mako you disoonient.d with the present
or disqualify you for existing duties.
IL is "A useful thing sometimes 10 look
back, and 10 see the dangers we have
escaped, AMI to see the sorrows we have
| suffered, aud the trials and wanderings of
! our earthly pill rimage, aud 10 sum up our
enjoyments. / mean this morning, so far
ms God may help me, 90 stir up your mem
ory Of the past, so that in tho review you
may be ercouraged. and humbled, and
urged TO pray.
There is a chapel in Florence with
fresco by Guido II was covered up with
| two inches OF stuccO until our American
! and Europnan artists wont there, and after
| long toll removed the covering and retraoed
the fresco Aud / am aware that the
memory Of the past, with many of you, is
| ali covered up with teu thousand obliter-
atious, aud propose this morning. so far
rs the Lord may help me, 10 take away tho
covering, that the old picture may shine out
again.
/ want TO bind in one sheaf all your past
advantages, and | want 10 bind in another
sbeaf all your past adyersties. It Is a
| precious harvest and | must be cautious
| how ! swing the scythe
Among the greatest advantages Of your
| past life was an early home it's sur
rounding Tho bad men OF the day, for
| the most part, dip their heated passions out
| Of tho boiling spring Of an unhappy home
We are noJ surprised to find tnat Byron's
| heart vas a concentration of sin, w1en We
hear his mother was abandoned. and that
| she made sport OF his inhrmity, and often
| called hlm tho lame BRAT Ho who has
vicious parents has TO fight every inch Of
his way T he would maintain his integrity,
and at last reach the home Of the good in
| heaven.
Perhaps your early homo was in the city.
| IL may have been in the davs wh,n Canal
| sire /. New York, was far up town and the
| sight Of this present church was an excur-
sion into the country. That old house in
| bl5 Guy may nave Desu ueuOliAnDd OF
| chang d into stores, and It ssomed like sacri-
! lege 70 Won, for there was more meaning in
that plain house, in that small house,
than there il in a granite mansion or a tur-
retod cathedral. Looking back this morning
| you sec II as though it were yesterday-the
| sittiny room, where the loved ones sat by
the plain lampliglt, the mother at the
evening stand, the brothers and sisters, per-
haps long ago gathered into the skies, then
plotting mischief on the Goor or uader the
table. your father with firm voice COM
manding a silence that lasted half a minute,
Oh, those were good dhysl II you had
your foot hurt, your mother always had a
soothing salve 10 heal IL. II you were
wfonged 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 an April shower,
more sunshine than shower The haart
had not ieen ransackod by troubles nor
had sickness broken IL, and no lamb had
warmer eepf0ld than the home in which
your childhood nestled.
Perhaps you we're brought up In tho coun-
| try. You stand now to-day la memory
under tho old tree. You dubbed II for
fruit that was not quito ripe, because you
couldn't wait any 10 ger. You hear the
| brook rumoling along over the pebbles.