Connecticut western news., 1894-08-23
WAS DEAD, YET LIVES
REV, OR. MANAGES ssRMcN ON AN
 ONLY SOa.

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 REV, DR. MANAGES ssRMcN ON AN
 ONLY SOn.
 Christ the Man and Christ the God-The
 Master of Life and Deatl,-The Wonders
 of the Resurrcction-Ch Christ In Season of
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 BROOKLYN, Aug. l9.-Rev. Dr. Tal- mage, Who is now in Australia on his round the world tour has selected as the subject for today's sermon through the press "An Only Son, :" the text chosen being Luke vii, 12-l5: "Now, when he came nigh to the gate of the city, behold there was dead man carried out, the only son of his mother, and she was widow, and much people of the city WIS with her. And when the Lord saw her he had compassion on her and said unto her, Weep not, and he came and touched the bier, and they that bore him stood still. And he said, Young man, say unto thee arisel And he that was dead sat up and began to speak, and he delivered him to his mother"
 The text calls us to stand at the gate of the city of Main. The streets are a-rush with business and gayety, and the ear is deafened with the hammers of mcchanism and the wheels of traffic Work, with its thousand arms and thousand eyes and thousand feet, fills Ill the street, when suddenly the crowd parts, and funeral passes. Between the wheels of work and pleasure there comes long procession of mourning people. Who is it? A trifler says: "Oh, it's nothing but funeral It may have come up from tho hospital of the city, or the almshouse, or some low place of the towE," but not so, says the serious observer.
 There are so many evidences of dire bereavement that we know at the first glance some one has been taken away greatly beloved, and to our inquiry, "Who is this that is carried out with 80 many offices of kindness and affection?" the reply comes, "The only son of his mother, and she a widow. Stand back and let the procession pass outl Hush all the voices of mirth and pleasurel Let every head be uncoveredl Weep with this passing procession and let it be told through all tho market places and bazaars of Main thatin Galilee today the sepulcher hath gathered to itself "the only son of his mother, and she widow"
 There are two or three things that, in my mind, give especial pathos to this scene. The first is, he was a 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 immedicable ailments and sor- rsws he cries out, "How long, Lord, how long?" Footsore and hardly be- stead on the hot journey, he wants to get home. He sits in the church and sings, with 8 tremulous voice, some tune he sang 40 years ago and longs to join the better assemblage of the one hundred and forty and four thousand who have passed the flood. How sweet ly he sleeps the last sleepl Push back the white locks from the wrinkled tenn pies They will never ache again. Fold the hands over the still heart They will never toil again. Close gently the eyes They will never weep again.
 But this man that ann speaking of was young man. He was just putting on the armor of life, and he was exult- ing to think how yhis sturdy blows would ring ont above the olangor of the battle. I suppose he had . young mans hopes, young man 8 ambitions and a young mans courage. He said: ''If I live many years, will feed the hungry and clothe the naked. In this oity of Main, where there are so many bad young men, will be sober 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 procession. 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 an 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 excellencies that commend them to the parental heart, and if it were peremptorily demanded of you today that you should yield up one of your children out of very large family you would be confounded, md you could not make selection. But this was an only son, around whom gathered all the parental expectations. How much care ill his education! How much caution in watching his habitsl 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 thinker, Q worker, a philan- thropist, a Christian. No, no. It is all ended Behold him there. Breath is gone. Life is extinct The only son of his mother.
 There was one other thing that added to the pathos of this scene, and that was lis mother was a widow. The main hope of that home had been bro- ken, and now he was come up to be the stuff. The chief light of the household had been extinguished. and this was the only light left. Isuppose she often said, looking at him, There are only two of us Oh, it. is a grand thing to see Q young man step out in life and say to his mother: Don't be down hearted. will, as far as possible. take father E place, and as long as live you shall never want anything" It is not always that way. Sometimes 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 tho table, their little son oil the floor playing beneath the table. The old father was very old, and his hand shook, so they said, "You shall nc more sit with us at the table" And SC they gave him a place in the corner, where. day by day, he ate out of an earthen bowI-everything put into that