The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-04-09
TAKING IN The STRANGER.
Talmage breaches on a Passage De-
spoiled by JOCOSity.

lnE~-NO MQI5 ADpIOpAldAG uAp4t 4O4
the Delivery of This Particular Ser
mon Than That of the Tabernacle.
Brooklyn, April S.-Before no audience
in the world could such a sermon as Rev.
DR.. Talmage preached to-day, be so APP
propriate as in the Brooklyn Tabernacle,
where it is estimated that 10000
strangers attend every year, 1t was a
sermon that had for them special inter
est. The text selected was Matthew
25:35. Il was stranger and We took me
in"
1t is a moral disaster that iocosity has
despoiled so many passages OF scripture,
and my text is one that has suffered from
irreverent and misapplied quotation. II
shows great poverty Of wit and humOr
when people take the sword of divine
truth for a game at fencing, or chip OF
from the kohinOor diamond of inspira-
ton a sparkle to decorate a FOOLS cap.
MY text is the salutatiOn in the last Judg-
ment TO be given TO those who have
shown hospitality, and kindness, and
Christian helptulness to strangers.
By railroad and steam boat the
population of the earth are all
the time in motion, and from
one years end to another, our cities are
crowded with visitors. Every morning on
sylvania, the Erie, the Long Island rail-
roads there come passenger trains more
than / can number; so that all the depots
and the wharves are a-rumble and a-clang
with the coming in of great immigration
of strangers. Some of them come for pur-
poses of barter, some for mechanism,
some for artistic qualification, some for
sightseeing. A great many Of them go
out on the evening trains, and conse-
ouently the city makes but little i'm
preston upon them; but there are multi
tudes, who, in the hotels and boarding
houses. make temporary residence. They
tarry here for three or four
days, or as many weeks. They
spend the days in the stores
and the evenings in sightseeing.
Their temporary stay will make or break
them, not only financially but morally, for
this world and the world that is TO come.
Multitudes of them come into our morn
ing and evening services. l am conscious
that / stand in the presence of many this
moment 1 desire more especially to
speak to them. May God give me the
right word and help me TO utter it in the
right way.
There have glided into this house those
unknown to others, whose history, il
told would be more thrilling than the
deepest tragedy, more exciting than Pat
it's song more bright than a spring morn
ing, more awful than a wintry midnight
If they could stand up here and tell the
story of their escapes and their tempta-
tions, and their bereavements, and their
disasters, and their victories and their
defeats, there would be in this house
such commingling of groans and accla-
nations as would make the place unen-
durable.
There is a man, who, in infancy, lay in
cradle satin-lined. Out yonder is a
man who was picked up, a founding, on
Boston Common. Here is man who is
coolly observing this religious service, ex-
pecting no advantage, and caring for no
advantage for himself; while yonder is a
man who has been for ten years in an
awful conflagration of evil habits, and he
is a mere cinder of destroyed nature
and he is wondering if there shall be in
this service anv escape or help for his
immortal soul. Meeting you only once per-
haps face to face, strike hands with you
in an earnest talk with you about your
present condition, and your eternal we'll
being. ST Pauls ship at Melita went to
pieces when the two seas meet; but we
stand to-day at point where thousand
seas converge, and eternity alone can tell
the issue of the hour.
The hotels of this country, for beauty
and elegance, are not surpassed by the
hotels in any other land; but those that
dTb uOSG C6l6DIdVeu lGf DTIllldnCY OF
tapestry and mirror cannot give to the
guest any costly apartment, unless he can
afford parlor in addition to his lodging.
The stranger, therefore, will generally
find assigned to him room without any
pictures, and perhaps any rocking chair!
He will find a box of matches on a bureau,
and an old newspaper left by the previous
occupant, and that will be about all the
ornamentatiou. At z O'Clock in the
no FOL &c
he will look over his memorandum book
of the days work; he will write a letter
TO his home, and then desperation will
seize upon him to get out. You hear the
great city laundering under your win
dows, and you say: Il must Join that pro-
cession,' and in ten minutes you have
joined it. Where are you going? ooh, {"
you say, Il haven't made up my mind
yet" Better make up your mind before
you start Perhaps the very way you go
now you will always go Twenty years
ago, there were two young men who came
down the Astor house steps, and started
out in a wrong direction, where they have
been going ever since.
well, where are you going}n says one
man. Il am going to the Academy to hear
some music" Good. l would like to Join
you at the door. AT the tap of the orches-
trail baton, all the gates of harmony and
beauty will open before your soul. ! con-
graduate you. Where are you going
"Well,n you say, II am going up to see
some advertised pictures Good should
like to 60 along with you and look over the
same catalogue, and study with you Ken
sett, and Bierstadt, and Church, and Mo
ran. Nothing more elevating than good
pictures. Where are you going2 "Well,"
you say, Il am going up to the Young
Mems Christian Association Rooms. ~
Good You will find there gymnastics to
strengthen the muscles, and books to inn
prove the mind, and Christian influence
TO save the soul. ! wish every city in the
United States had as fine palace for It's
Young Mems Christian Association as
New York has. Where are you going
"Wel," you say, Il am going to take
a long walk up Broadway and
so turn around into the Bowery.
] am going to study human life
Good A walk through Broadway at S
O'Clock at night is interesting educating,
fascinating, appalling, exhilarating to the
last degree. Stop in front of that theater,
and see who goes in. Stop at that saloon
and see VINO come out. See the great
tides of life surging backward and for
ward, and beating against the marble of
the curbstone, and eddying down into the
saloons. What is that mark on the face
of that debaucheel 1t is the hectic flush
of eternal death. What is that woman
laughter II is the Shrek of a lost soul.
Who is that Christian man going along
with a vial of auodyne to the dying