The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1895-09-21
THE OPEN WINDOW.
DR.. Talmage Draws Lessons From
the Life OF Daniel
Keeping tho Windows Open Toward the
final Haven aud Holding la sight
the 0iories and Pleasures
OF Heaven.

| The Following discourse on "Tho
Open Window" Is selected by Rev. T..
Dewitt Talmage for publication this
week. 1t is based on the text:
His windows being open In his chamber 70
ward Jerusalem. "yDanicl vi, TO-
The scoundrelly princes of Persia,
urged on by political jealousy against
Daniel, have succeeded in getting q
law passed that whoever prays to God
shall be put under the paws and teeth
OF the lions, who are flashing them
selves In rage and hunger up and
down the stone cage, or putting their
lower jaws on the ground, believing
till the earth trembles. But the leo
nine threat did not hinder the devotions
of Daniel, the Ceur-de-Lion of the
ages. His enemies might as we'll have
law that the sun should not draw
water, or that the south wind should
not sweep across a garden of magno-
las or that God should be abolished
They could not scare him with the
rcd-hot furnaces, and they cannot now
scare him with the lions. AS soon rs
| Daniel hears of this enactment he
| leaves his Office of secretary of state,
with it's upholstery of crimson and
| gold, and comes down the white mar
BILE steps and goes TO his own house.
| He opens his window and puts the
shutters back and pulls the curtain
aside so that he can look toward the
sacred city of Jerusalem, and then
prays.
suppose the people in the street
gathered under and before his win
dow, and said: "Just see that man
defylng the law; he ought to be ar
rested" And the constabulary of the
city rush to the police headquarters
and report that Daniel is on his knees
| at the wide-open window. you are
my prisoner" says the officer of the
law, dropping II heavy hand on the
shoulder of the kneeling Daniel. As
the constables open the door of the
cavern to thrust in their prisoner,
they see the glaring eyes Of the mon
sters. But Daniel becomes the first
lion-tamer, and they lick his hand and
| fawp at his feet, and that night he
sleeps with the shaggy name of n wild
beast for his pillow, while the king
that night, sleepless in the palace, has
on him the paw and teeth of lion
he can not tame--the lion of q re-
morseful conscience.
What picture it would be for some
artist Darius, in tho early dusk of
morning, not waiting for footmen or
chariot, Fastening to the den, all
| flushed and nervous aud in dishabille
and looking through the crevices of
the cage to see what had become of
his prime minister! what, no soundl'
he says. Daniel is surely devoured,
and the lions are sleeping after their
horrid meal, the bones of.the poor man
scattered across the floor of the cav
ern." With trembling voice Darius
calls out: Daniel" No answer, for
the prophet is yet in profound slum-
Der. But lion, more easily awak-
ened, advances, and, with hot breath
blown through the cvevice, seems
aDgrily TO demand the cause of this in
terruption, and then another wild
beast lifts his name from under
Daniels head, and the prophet waking
mp comes forth to report himself all
unhurt aud well.
But our text stands us at Daniels
window, open toward Jerusalem. Why
I'm that direction open? Jerusalem was
his native land, and all the pomp of
his Babylonish successes could not
make hiiu forget it. lie came there
from Jerusalem at eighteen years of
age, and he never visited it, though he
lived to be eighty-fve years. Yet,
when he wanted to arouse the deepest
emotions and grandest aspirations of
his heart, he had his window open to-
ward his native Jerusalem. There are
many of you to-day who understand
| that without any exposition. This is
| getting to be a nation of foreigners
| They have come into all occupations
and professions. They sit in all
churches 1t may be twenty years
ago since you got naturalization pa
pers, and you may be thoroughly
AmericaniSed, but you can't forget
the land of your birth, and your warm
est sympathies go out toward it. Your
windows are open toward Jerusalem.
Your father and mother are bur-
led there. 1t may have been
very humble home in which you
were born, but your memory often
plays around it, and you hope some
day TO go and see 1.-THE hill, the
tree, the brook, the house, the place so
sacred, the door from which you
started Off with parental blessing to
make your own way in the world; and
| God only knows how sometimes you
| have longed to see the familiar faces Of
| your childhood, and how in awful
crises Of life you would like TO have
caught glimpse of the old, wrinkled
face that bent over you as you lay on
the gentle lap twenty or forty or fifty
years ago. You may have on this side
| of the sea risen in fortune, and. like
Daniel, have become great, and may
have come into properties which you
never could have reached II you had
stayed there, and you may have many
windows to your house-bay windows,
and skylight windows. and windows
of conservatory. and windows on all
sides--but you have at least one win
dow open toward Jerusalem.
When the foreign steamer comes to
the wharf you see the long line of
sailors, with shouldered mail bags,
coming down the planks, carrying as
many letters as you might suppose to
be enough for n years correspondence,
and this repeated aUaiu and apain