The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1893-11-29
AT BROOKLYN TABERNACLE.
"a BUNTING SCENE THE SUBJECT
OF DIR. TALMAGE's SERMON.
He Who Hunts the Worlds Pleasures
in the Morning of Life May Never
Divide the Christian Spoil i'm the
Evening-Putting on Repentance.

BROOKLYN, Nov. 26.-In the fore
noon service at the Tabernacle today
the Rev. DR.. Talmage took for his sub
iect a most seasonable one, "a Hunt
ing Scene" the text being Genesis xix.
p. In the morning he shall devour the
prey and at night he shall divide the
spoil
few nights ago 500 men encamped
along the Long Island railroad so as
TO be ready for the next morning, which
was the first open day for deer hnDt-
ing. Between sunrise and O'Clock In
the afternoon of that day fifteen deer
were shot on the 10Th of October our
woods and forests resound with the
shock of firearms and are tracked of
pointers and settlers because the quail
are then a lawful prize for the sports
man.
on certain day in all England you
can hear the crack of the sportSnan's
gun. because grouse hunting has begun,
and every man that can afford the time
and ammunition and can draw a bead
starts for the fields. Xenophon grew
eloquent in regard tie the art of hunt
ing. In the far East people. elephant
mounted, chase the tiger. The Ameri-
can Indian darts his arrow at the buff
falo until the frightened herd tumble
over the rocks. European mobiles are
often found i'm the fox chase and at the
stag hunt Francis / was called the
father of hunting. Moses declared of
Nimrod. HE was a mighty hunter be-
fore the Lord Therefore, in all ages
of the world the imagery of my text
ought to be suggestive, whether it
means a wolf after a fox or a man
after a lion.
Old Jacob. dying, is telling the for
tunes of his children. He prophesies the
devouring propensities Of Benjamin and
his descendants. With his dim old eyes
he looks off and sees the hunters go
ing out TO the fields, ranging them all
day, and at nightfall coming home, the
game slung over the shoulder and reach
ing the door of the tent the hunters be-
gin to distribute the game, and one
takes a coney, and another a rabbit,
and another a roe. I'm the morning he
shall devour the prey, and at night he
shall divide the spoil" Or it may be
a reference to the habits OF wild beasts
that STAY their prey and then drag it
back to the cave or liar and divide it
among the young.
Hunters of the World.
I take my text, in the first place, as
descriptive of those people who in the
morning Of their life give themselves up
10 hunting the world, but afterward, by
the gree of God, in the evening of their
life divide among themselves the spoils
Of Christian character. There are aged
Christian men and women in this house
who, if they gave testimony. would tell
you that in the morning of their life
they were after the world as intense as
a hound after a hare. or as a falcon
swoops upon a gazelle. They wanted
the worlds plaudits and the worlds
gains. They felt that If they could get
this world they would have everything.
Some of them started out for the pleas
ures of the world. They thought that
the man who laughed loudest was hap
piest. They tried repartee and conun-
drum and burlesque and madrigal.
They thought they would like to be
Tom Hoods or Charles Lambs or Edgar
a. Poes. They mingled wine and music
and the spectacular. They were wor-
shippers Of the harlequin and the Merry
Andrew. and the buffoon, and the jester.
Life was to them foam and bubble and
exclamation and registering and grim
ace. They were SO full of glee they could
emn occasions. and they came near
bursting out hilariously even at the
burial because there was something so
dolorous in the tone or countenance of
the undertaken.
After awhile misfortune struck them
hard on the back. They found there
was something they could not laugh at
Under their late hours their health gave
way or there was a death in the house
OF every green thing their soul was ex-
foliated. They found out that life was
more than a joke. From the heart of
God there blazed into their soul an
earnestness they had never felt before
They awoke to their sinfulness and their
immortality, and here they sit at sixty
or seventy years of age as appreciative
of all innocent mirth as they ever were
but they are bent on style of satisfac-
ton which In early life they never
hunted-the evening of their days
brighter than the morning. In the morn
Ing they devoured the prey, but at night
they divided the spoils.
The Chase of the Dollar.
Then there are others who started out
for financial success. They see how lin
Der the rim Of a mans hat IS when he
bows down before some one transpicu-
Gus. They felt they would like TO see
how the world looked from the window
of a four-thousand-dollar turnout They
thought they would like TO have the
morning sunlight tangled in the head
gear Of a dashing span. They wanted
the bridges in the park to resound under
the rataplan of their swift hoofs They
wanted a gilded baldric and so they
started on the dollar hunt. They chased
IL up one street and chased II down an
other. They followed IL when it bur-
rowed In the cellar. They freed il in
the roof.
Wherever a dollar was expected to be.
they were. They chased it across the
ocean. They chased 1t across the land.
They stopped not for the night. Heating
that dollar even in the darkness
thrilled them as an Adirondack sports-
man Is thrilled at midnight by a looms
laugh. They chased that dollar TO the
money vault. They chased IL to the
government treasury. They routed IT
from under the counter. All the hounds
were out-all the pointers and the set
tiers. They leaped the hedges for that
dollar. and they cried: '-Hark away A
dollari A dollarr' And when at last they
came upon 1t and had actually captured
il their excitement was like that of a
falconer who has successfully flung his
first hawk.
In the morning of their life oh. how
they deVQured the prey! But there came
better time TO their soul. They found
out that an immortal nature cannot
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