The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-08-20
TALMAGE IN AUSTRALIA.
IAN Only Son" the Text Of YGSteT-
DAYS Sermon.


Become the Wheat Harvest, and
That VIII Be the Sabbath of Eter-
nifty.
Brooklyn, Aug 19.-Rev. DR.. Talmage,
who is now in Australia on his round-the-
world tour, has selected as the subject for
to-day's sermon through the press. An
only Son" the text chosen being Luke
vii, 1918. "Now 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 a widow, and much
people of the city was with her. And
when the Lord saw her, he had compass
sion on her, and said unto her, weep
not And he came and touched the
bier, and they that bare him stood still.
And he said Young man, I say unto
thee. arise 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 ofmeChanism
and the wheels of traffic. Work. with its
thousand arms and thousand eyes and
thousand feet, fills all the street, when
suddenly the crowd parts, and funeral
passes. Between the wheels of work and
pleasure there comes a long procession of
mourning people. Who is it, A trifer
saws, ooh, it's nothing but a funeral. II
may have come up from the hospital of
the city, or the almshouse, or some low
place of the town but not
so says the serious OBJ
server. There are so many evil
dences Of dire bereavement that we know
at the first glance that some one has been
taken away greatly beloved and to our
inquiry. who IS this that is carried out
with so 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
out Hush all the voices of mirth and
pleasure Let every head be uncovered!
Weep with this passing procession; and
let IL be told through all the market
places and bazaars of Main, that in Cali
lee to-day the sepulchre hath gathered to
itself the only son of his mother, and
she a 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 ont. 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-
rows, he cries out, How long, . Lord,
how long2n FoOtsOre and hardly bestead
on the hot Journey, he wants to get home
He sits in the church, and sings, with
tremulous voice, some tune he sang forty
years ago, and longs TO join the better
assem- blage of the one hundred and fe = =
and four thousand, and the thousands VI
thousands who have passed the flood
How sweetly he sleeps he last sleep7
Push back the white locks from the
wrinkled temples; they will never ache
again. Fold the hands over the still
heart; they will never toll again. Close
gently the eyes; they will never weep
again.
But this man that am speaking of was
young man. He was just putting on the
armor of life, and he was exulting to
think how his sturdy blows would ring
out above the clangor of the battle. /
suppose he had young mans hopes, a
young mans ambitions, and a young
mans courage. He said, If live many
years, I will feed the hungry and clothe
the naked. In this city of Main, where
there are so many bad young men. / will
be sober, and honest, and pure, and mag
unanimous, and my mother shall never be
ashamed of me" But all these prospects
are blasted in one hour There he passes
is left on earth of the high 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 excel!ences that commend them 10
the parental heart; and if it were per
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you should yield up one of your children
out of very large family, you would be
confounded, and you could not make a
selection. But this was an only son.
around whom gathered all the paren tai
expectations How much care in his
education. How much caution in watch
ing his habits He would carry down
the name to other times. He would have
entire control of the family property long
after the parents have gone to their last
reward. He would stand in society
thinker, a worker, a philanthropist, a
Christian. No, no. 1t Is all ended. Be
hold him there. Breath is gone. Life is
extinct. The only son of his mother.
There was one other thing that added
10 the pathos of this scene. and that was
his mother was a widow. The main hope
of that home had been broken, and now
he was come up TO be the staff The chief
light of the household had been extin-
guished. and this was the only light left
] suppose she often said, looking at him.
There are only two of us" oh, it is a
grand thing TO see a young man step out
In life, and say to his mother, Don't be
down-hearted. | will, as far as possible
take fathers place, and as long as live
you shall never want anything" 1t 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 the table. their little son
on the floor playing 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 out of an earthen
bowl-everything put into the bowl One
day his hand trembled so much he dropped
1t and broke 1t; and the SON. seated at the
elegant table in mid-toor, said TO his wife
Now, we'll get father a wooden bowl,
and that he can't break So wooden
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 were seated at their
table, with chased silver and all the lux
uries, 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 knifef' "Oh, " said he,
lin making trough for my father
and mother to eat out of when they get
old :"
But this vounp man NJ the te,,t WIS not