Dodge City times. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1876-1892, 1890-01-30
DIR. TALMAGE IN PARIS.
An ELOQUENT SERMON BY THE
GREAT BROOKLYN DIVINE.

| Second Kings ii, g, 8. and Here Is n Re
port in Yull-"How a Kings Life Wa
| Saved"
The Rev. 7. De Witt Talmsge preached
in Paris on Sunday, Jan. IL. His tex
was: "Jehosheba, the daughter of kint
Joram, sister of Ahaziah, took Joash thu
son of Ahaziah, and stole hin
from among the Kings sons which were
slain; and they hid him, even him ant
his nurse, in the bedchamber from
Athaliah, SO that he was not slain. AND
he was with her hid in the house of the
Lord six years. Ill Kings, ri, 2, 3. He
said:
Grandmothers are more lenient with
their children's children than they were
with their own. At forty years of age
if discipline be necessary, chastisemeni
is used, but at seventy. the grandmother
looking upon the misbehavior of the
grandchild, is apologize and disposed
to substitute confectionery for whip.
There is nothing more beautiful than
this mellowing of old age toward child
hood. Grandmother takes out hel
pocket handkerchief and wipes hel
spectacles, and puts them on, and looks
down into the face of her mischieyous
and rebellious descendant, and says: Il
don't think he meant to do 1t, let him
off this time; I'll be responsible for his
behavior in the future" My mother,
with the second generation around her
"a boisterous crew-said one day: Il
suppose they ought to be disciplined,
but | can't do it. Grandmothers are not
Iii, l,l ~ h.
in my text, We have grandmother of a
different hue.
l have within a few days been at
Jerusalem, where the occurrence of the
text took place, and the whole scene
came wildly before me while l was GO
ing over the site of the ancient temple
and climbing the towers of the kings
palace. Here in the tex. it is old
Athaliab, the queenlv murderess. She
noght to have been honorable. Her
father was king. Her husband was a
king. Her son was king. And vet we
find her plotting for the determination
of the entire royal family, including her
own grandchildren. The executioners
knives are sharpened. The palace is
red with the blood of the princes and
princesses. On ali sides are shrieks,
and hands thrown up. and struggle, and
death groan. No mercy. Kill, Kill!
But while the ivory floors of the palace
run with carnage, and the whole land is
under the shadow of a great horror, q
fleet footed woman, clergyman's wife,
Jehosheba by name, stealthly approaches
the imperial nursery, seiZes upon the
grandchild that had somehow az yet
escaped massacre. wraps it up tenderly
but in haste, snuggles it against her,
flies down the palace stairs, her heart in
her throat lest she be discovered in this
Christian abduction. Get her out of
the way as quick as you can, for she
carries precious burden, even young
King. With this youthful prize she
presses into the room of the ancient
temple, the church of olden time, I'M
wraps the young King and puts him
down, sound asleep as he is, and I'M
conscious of the peril that has been
threatened; and there for six years he
is secreted in that church apartment.
Meanwhile old Athaliah smacks her
lips with satisfaction, and thinks that
all the royal family are dead.
But the SIX years expire, and il is time
for Young Joash to come forth and take
the throne, and to push back into dis
grace and death old Athaliah. The ar
Engagements are all made for political
revolution. The military come and take
possession of the temple, swear loyalty
to the boy Joash and stand around for
his defense. See the shafpened swords
and the FURNISHED shields! Everything
is ready. Now Joash, half affrighted at
the armed tramp of his defenders, scared
at the vociferation of his admirers, is
brought forth IN full rec gala. The scroll
of authority is put in his hands, the
coroner of government is put on his
blow, and the people clapped, and
waved, and huZzaed, and trumpeted.
What is that?' said Athaliah. What is
that sound over in the temple?" And
she flies to see, and on her way they
meet her and say: why, haven't you
the royal family but Joash has come to
light" Then the queenly murderess,
frantic with rage. grabbed her mantle
and tore it to tatters, and cried until she
fOamed at the mouth; You have no
business to crown my grandson. You
have no right to take the government
from my shoulders. Treason! Treason,"
While she stood there crying that, the
started for her arrest, and she
took a short cut through back door of
the temple, and ran through the royal
stables: but the battle axes of the
fell on her in the barn yard,
and IT many day, when the horses
were being unloosened from the chariot,
after drawing out young Joash, the fiery
steeds would snort and rear passing the
place, as they smell the place of the
The first thought hand you from this
subject is that the determination of
in an impossibilitv. When
a woman is good, she is apt to be very
good, and when she is bad, she is apt to
be very bad, and this Athaliah was one
of the latter sort. She would extermi-
nate the last scion of the house of David,
whom Jesus was to come. There
was plenty of work for embalmers and
She would clear the land
of all God fearing and God loving peo-
pie. She would put an end to every
thing that could in anywise interfere
with her imperial criminality. She
folds her hands and SAYS: The work is
done; it is completely DONE" Is it? In
the swaddling clothes of that church
apartment are wrapped the cause of God,
and the cause of good government. That
is the scion of the house of David; it is
Joash, the friend of God; it is Joash,
the demoralizer of Baalitish idolatry.
Rock him tenderly; nurse him gently.
Athaliah, you may kill all the other
children, bat You cannot kill him.
Eternal defenses are thrown all around
him. and this clergyman's wife, Jeho-
sheba, will snatch him up from the
palace nursery, and will run down with
him into the house of the Lord, and
there she will hide him for six years,
and at the end of that time he will come
forth for your dethronement and oblit-
Grafton.
Well, my friends, just as poor botch
does the world always make of extin-
gushing righteousness. Superstition
rises up and says: Il will Just put an
end to pure religion" Domitian slew
forty thousand Christians, Diocletian
slew eight hundred and forty-four
thousand Christians. And the scythe of
persecution has been swung through all
the ages, and the flames Missed, and the
guillotine chopped, and the Bastile
groaned; but did the foes of Christianity
it? Did they exterminate
Alban, the first British sacrifice: or
Zuinglius, the Swiss reformer; or John
Oldcastle, the Christian nobleman; or
the Arabian martyr; or Anne
Askew, or Sanders, or Cranmer? Great