New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1895-10-21
DIR. TALMAGESAYSF FAREWELL
HIS SERMON IN THE MADISON AVENUE
PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH.
THE BUILDING CROWDED TO THE DOORS, AMI
MANY PEOPLE TURNED AwAY-A
TRIBUTE TO NETWORK.

MANY PEOPLE TURNED AwAY-A
TRIBUTE TO NETWORK
The Rev. DR.. T. De Witt Talmage preached
farewell sermon last night in the Madison Avenue
Presbyterian Church. Fifty-third-st and Madison
ave Long before the doors OF the church were
thrown open the sidewalk in front of the church was
crowded, and when they were opened the church
filled rapidly and within fifteen minutes every seat
was taken and hundreds crowded into the aisles
and the rear of the church. The crowd filed the
vestbule and ante-rooms and many who were I'M
abe to get in were compelled to go away dsap-
pointed. Seated the platform with Dr. Talmage
were the Rev. DR.. John Hall. the Rev. DIT. II. NJ.
Field DR.. Hastings, president OF Union Theological
Seminary and Rev. Dr. Charles L. Thompson, pas
tor of the church. In the centre was seated DIR.
Tamage.
Dr. Talmage's sermon upon the subject TIES
tImony for Christ" His text was I'VE are wit
nesses" After exposition of the text, DR.. Tai
mage said:
And now. having given another testimony for
Christ 7 leave this city, where l have been for
MANY wears permitted to work. say this city. for
we are all one. both sides OF the East River
That river is only main artery of this great throo-
bling municipal life All one from Spuyten Duyvil
Creek to Gowanus. II is d great privilege TO i've
here or to have lived here Dear old New-York!
In infancy this great metropolis was laid down by
the banks of the Hudson Its infancy was as feeble
as that of Moses sleeping In the bul!rushes by the
Nile; and like Miriam, here our fathers stood and
watched it, The royal spirit of American Com
merce came down to the water to battle; and here
she found it. She took it in her arms. and the child
grew and waxed strong: and the ships OF foreign
lands brought gold and spices to its feet: and.
stretching itself UP into vast proportions. it has
looked UP to the mountains and off upon the sea.
one of the mightiest of the energies Of American
civilization.
Grand old New-York! What Southern thorough
fare smitten with pestilence when our
physicians did not throw themselves upon the
sacrifice? What distant land has cried out in the
agony OF famine. and ships have not put out
with breadstuffs? What street of Damascus Bey-
rout Madras that has not heard the step OF our
missionaries? What struggle for National life in
which our citizens have poured their blood into
the trenches? What gallery of exquisite art In which
our painters have not hung their pictures? What
department Of literature science to which our
scholars have not contributed? i need not speak
of public schools where the children Of the cord
walner, the milkman and glassblower stand by the
side of the fattered sons of fortune; Of the in
| asylums on all these islands, where they who
came out cutting themselves among the tombs, now
sit clothed In their right minds: or of the Magdalen
asylums. where the lost of the streets comes to
them with the hairs of her head-coniding in the
pardon of Him Who said: Let him who is without
the institutions for the blind the ame the deaf and
dumb. for the incurabes. the widow. the orphan
chnery that sends streaming down from the reser.
vor the God1given water that PUSHES through our
up in fountains and Kisses in our steam engines
and showers out the confiagration and sprinkes
from the baptsma font of our churches and with
silver note. and golden sparkle and crystalline
tchirne says to hundreds of thousands of popua
ton in the autheptic words of Him Who made it
| Il will, be thou clean"
| 1t is not without deep emotion that break UP my
home in such a city Farewell. all the pastors. Fare
well all the churches Farewell all the institutions
of mercy. We part now, but we shall meet again In
| the great harvest home