The Indiana State sentinel., 1894-08-22

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BROOKLYN, Aug. 19.-The Rev. DR..
ralmage, who is now in Australia on his
tour around the world. has selected as
the subject for tOday's sermon through
the press An Only SON. the text chosen
being Luke vii, 1916: 'sNow. when he
came nigh to the gate Of the city, behold,
there was a dead man carried out, the
only son OF his mother, and she was
widow, and much people of the city was
with her. And when the Lord saw her
lie had compassion on her and said unto
her. Weep not. And lie came and touched
the bier, and those that bare Him stood
still. And He said, Young man, ] say
unto thee arise And he that was dead
sat up and began to speak. And He de-
1ivered him to his mother"
The text calls us to stand at the gate
of the city of Main. The streets are
brush with business and gayety, and the
ear Is deafened with the hammers of
mechanism and the wheels OF trafhc.
Work. with its thousand arms and thou
sand eyes and thousand feet, nils all the
street when su ldenly there comes a long
procession of mourning people. Who is
1t? A trifier says: ION, it's nothing but
a funeral. It may have come up from
ahe hospital Of the city, or the almshouse,
or some low place of the town." but not
so says the serious observer.
There are so many evidences or dire
bereavement that we know at the first
glance some one has been taken
away greatly beloved, and TO our inquiry
.4FWho is this that is carried out with SO
many offices Of kindness and attecuonE
The reply comes, The only son of his
mother. and she widow" Stand back
and let the procession pass out! Hush
all the voices of mirth and pleasureI Let
every head be uncovered! Weep with
this passing procession. and 3et 1t be told
Through all the market places and ba-
Eaars of Main that I'm Galilee today the
sepulcher hath gathered to itself THE
only son Of his mother, and she n widow.
There We're two or three things that,
an my mind give especial pathos TO
this scene. The first Is, he was young
man that was being carried out. To the
aged death becomes beautiful The old
man halts and pants along the road
where once he bounded like the roe.
From the midst OF innumerable ailments
and sorrows he cries out, How long, O
Lord, how long?" FOOtsOre and hardly
bestead on the hot journey, he wants
10 get home He sits in the church ana
sings with a tremulous voice some tune
he sang forty years ago and longs TO
join the better assemblages Of the one
hundred and forty and four thousand,
and the thousands Of thousands who
sleeps the last sleep! Push back the
white locks from the wrinl<led temples.
They will never ache again. Fold the
hands over the still heart They viii
never toll again. Close gently the eyes.
They will never weep again.
Mothers bereavement.
But this man that I am speaking Of
was young man. He was just putting
on the armor of life, and he was eXult-
spo, 20 4bfrI- hoxrr his eftrrdx- bIours would
ring out above the clangor Of the battle.
suppose ne had a young mans hopes,
a young mans ambitions and a young
mans courage. He said: IF / live
many years I viii feed the hungry and
clothe the naked In this city of Main,
where there are so many bad young
men, I will be soDer. and honest and
pure and magnanimous, and my mother
shall never be ashamed of me" But all
these prospects are blasted in one hour.
There he passes lifeless in the process
sion. Behold all that is left on earth
of the high-hearted young man of the
city of Main
There is another thing that adds very
much to this scene. and that is he was
only son. However large the family flock
may be, We never could think Of sparing
one of the lambs. Though they may all
have their faults, they all have their eX
cellences that commend them to the pa
rental heart, and If it We're per6mptorlly
demanded of YOU today that you should
yield up one Of your children out Of
very large family you would be con-
founded and you could not make selec-
tiOn. But this was an only son, around
whom gathered all the parental expecta-
fions. How much care in his educGtlOni
How much caution in watching his HABITS
He would carry down the name To other
times He would have entire control of
the family property long after the parents
had gone to their last reward. He would
stand in society a thinker, a worker, a
philantropist, a Christian No, no. 1t
is all ended. Behold him there. Breath
Is gone. Life is extinct. The only son
OF his mother.
An Only SON.
There was one other thing that added
to the pathos Of this scene, and that was
his mother was a widow. The main hope
of home had been broken. and now he
was come up to be the staff. The chief
light OF the household had ben ex-
Tinguished and this was the only light
1eft. / suppose shd often said, looking
at him, There are only two of us Oh
st is a grand thing to see a young man
step out in life and say 10 his mother
Don't be downhearted. 1 WILL as far
Us possible, take fathers place, and as
long as ] live you shall never want any
thing" II is not always that way. Some
times the young people get tired of the
old people They say they are queer; that
they have so many ailments, and they
sometimes wish them out Of the way
"A young man and his wife sat at the
table, their little son on the floor play
ing beneath the table. The old father was
very old. and his hand shook, so they
said, you shall no more sit with us at
The table" And so they gave him place
In the corner, where day by day he ate
tout Of an earthen bOwl-everything put
dnto that bowl. One day his hand trem-
bled so much he dropped it, and it bsDke
and the son. seated at the elegant table
in mfdhoOr, said to his wife. Now wei
get father a wooden bowl, and that he
can't break" So a wOOder bowl was
obtained, and every day old grandfather
ate out Of that, sitting in the corner. one
day, while the elegant young man and
his wife We're seated at their table. with
cased silver and all the luxuries and
their little son sat upon the floor they
saw the lad whiting. and they said,
my son, what are you doing there with
that knife?' oh" said he. Tim
making a trough for my father and
mother to eat out Of when they get oldP'