The free press. (Poplarville, Miss.) 1890-19??, 1894-11-15
REV. DR.. TALMAGE.
rHE BROOKiY OlVINE'S SUN.
DAY SERMON.
Subject: "victory Over Pain"


The first question that YOU ask when abou
TO change vour rasidPnca to any city is
''What is the health OF the nlace2 Is i
shaken OF terrible disorders? What are tn
bills OF mortality? What is the death rate
How high rises the thermometer" And m
] not reasonable in asking, What are the
sanitary conditions Of the heavenly city into
which we all hope to move? NY text an
swers it by saying, ''Neither shall there be
any more pain"
First, / remark. there will he no pain Of
disappointment in heaven. If could put
the picture of what You anticipated OF life
when you began it beside the picture oil
what you have realized. would find great
difference. You have stumbled upon great
disappointments Perhaps you expected
riches, and you have worked hard enough
TO gain them; YOU have planned and
worried and persistel until your hands were
worn, and your brain was racked. and YOUR
heart tainted and at the end of this long
strife with misfortune you find that II you
have not heen positively defeated it has been
a drawn battle. tits still tug and tussle,
this year losing what you gained last
financial uncertainties, pulling down faster
than you build. For perhaps twenty or
thirty years you have been running your
craft straight into the teeth of the wind.
Perhaps you have had domestic disappoint-
ment. Your children, upon whose educa.
ton you lavished your hard earned dollars,
have not turned out as expected. Notwith-
standing all your counsels and prayers and
painstaking they will not do right Many
a good father has had a bad boy Absaom
trod on David's heart. That mother never
imagined all this as twenty or thirty years
ago she sat BY that childs cradle.
Your life has been chapter of dfsap-
pointments. But come with me and 1 will
show you different scene. BY Gods grace
entering the other city. You will never again
have blasted hope. The most iubiant of
expectations will not reach the realization.
Coming to the top of one hill OF Joy. there
will be other heights rising up in the vision
This song of transport will but lift you to
higher anthems, the sweetest choral but
prelude to more tremendous harmony, all
things better than you had anticipated-the
robe richer. the crown brighter. the temple
grander, the throng mightier.
Further. | remark there will be no pain
OF WEAKNESS. 1t may, be many hours since
you quit work, but many of you are unrested,
some from overwork, and some from dull
ness OF trade. the latter more exhausting
than the former. Your ankles ache your
spirits flag. YOU want rest. Are these wheels
always to turn. these shuttles to fly, these
axes to hew, these shovels to delve, these
pens to fly, these books to be posted, these
goods to be sold?
moe curse of taskmakers. No more stoop-
ing until the back aches. No more c1lcula-
ton until the brain is bewil1ered. No more
pain. No more carpentry, for the mansions
are all built. No more masonry, for the
walls are all reared. No more diamond cut
ting. for the gems are all set. No more gold
beating, for the crowns are all completed.
No more agriculture, for the harvests are
spontaneous.
Further, there will be no more pain OF
poverty 1t is a hard thing to be really
poor ; TO have your coat wear out and no
money to get another to have your -four
barrel empty and nothing to buy bread with
for your children; TO live in an unhealthy
row and no means TO change your habita-
ton; to have your child sick with some
mysterious disease AMI not be able to secure
eminent medical ability; to have son or
daughter begin the world and you not have
anything 20 help them in starting, with a
mind capable OF research and high contem-
pation to be perpetualy fixed on questions
OF mere livelihood.
Poets try to throw a romance about the
poor mans cot, but there ~ no romance
about it. Poverty is hard cruel, unrelent-
ing. But Lazarus walked up without his
rags and his Diseases and so all of Christ's
poor. wake up at last without any OF their
disadvantages--no almshouses, for they are
all princes; no tents to pay, for the resi-
dence is gratuitous no garments to buy, tor
the robes are divinely fashioned :; no seats in
church for poor folks, but equality among
temple worshiperS; no hoveis. no hard
crusts, no insufficient apparel. "They shall
hungerno more. neither shall the sun light
on them nor any heat" No more pain!
Further, there will be no pain OF parting.
All these associations must some time break
up. We clasp hands and walk together,
and talk and laugh and weep together, but
we must after awhile separate. Your grave
will be in one place, mine in another. We
look each other full in the face for the last
time. We viii be sitting together some even
ing, or walking together some day, and
nothing will be unusual In our appear
ance, or our conversation, but Go |
knows that it is the last time, and
messengers from eternity on their errani to
take us away know it is the last time, and in
heaven. where they make ready for our de-
parting spirits, they know it is the last time.
Oh. the long agony OF earthly sep ration |!
1t is awful 10 stand in your nursery fighting
death back from the couch OF your child, and
try to hold fast the lit 10 one, and see all the
time that he is getting weaker, and the
breath is shorter, and make cutlery TO God
TO help us and TO the doctors to save him,
and see it is of no avail, and then TO know
that his spirit is gone and that you have
nothing left but the casGet that held the
leWel, ana tnat In TWO or tnree Gays you
must even put that away and walk around
about the house and find it desolate, some
times feeling rebeious, and then TO
resolve TO feel differently and to re-
solve on self control, and just as you
have come to what you think is perfect self
control to suddenly come upon some little
coat or picture or shoe half worn out and
how all the foods OF the soul burst in one
wild wall OF agony! Oh; my God, how hard
1t is to part. to close the eyes that never can
look merry at our coming. 10 kiss the hand
that will never again do us kindness.
know religion gives great consolation III
such an hour, and we ought to be com Urte (.
but anyhow and anyway YOU make it it is
aw u.
On steamboat wharf and at rail car win
dow We may smile when we say farewell. but
these cOodDys AT the deaf nbei-they Just
take hold of the heart with iron pinchers
and tear it out by the roots until all the
fibers quiver and curl in the iortur. ant
drop thick blood. These separations art
wine presses, into which our hearts, like red
clusters, are thrown. and then trouble turns
the windlass round and round until we are
utterly crushed aud have no more capacity
TO suffer, and we stop crying because VT
have wrpt all our tears.
On every street, on every doorstep, by
every cou" there have been pariings, Blu
once pas heavenly portals, and YOU are