The Monitor-register., 1897-01-08
YET FOR YOUR SAKES
REV. DR.. TALMAGE breaches ON
nFROM LILIES TO THORNs."

= nFRoM LILIES TO THoRNs."
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He Tells the Greatest Story of All Times
In a New way-His Celestial Departure
and Earthly Arrival vividly Contrasted.
The Prince Divine.
WASHINGTON, Jan. 3.-In this dis
course of Rev. DR.. Talmage the greatest
story of all time is told in new way,
and all realms are drawn upon for Illus
tration. His text was II Corinthians
viii, 8, eye know the grace of our Lord
Jesus Christ. that, though he was rich,
yet for your sakes he became poor. +"
That all the worlds which on cold
winters night make the heavens one
an absurdity. Scientists tell US that
many of these worlds are too hot or too
cold or too rareied of atmosphere for
residence. But, if not fit for human
abode, they may be fit for beings differ
ent from and superior to ourselves. We
are told that the world of Jupiter is
changing and becoming fit for creatures
would do for the human family with q
little change in the structure of our
respiratory organs. But that there is a
great world swung somewhere, vast be-
yond imagination, and that it is the
headquarters of the universe and the
metropolis of immensity and has pop
ulation in numbers vast beyond all sta
tistics and appointments of splendor be-
yond the capacity of canvas or poem or
angel to describe is as certain as the
Bible is authentic. Perhaps some of the
astronomers with their big telescopes
have already caught glimpse of it, not
knowing what it is. We spell it with
SIX letters and pronounce it heaven.
The Kings Son.
/ That is where Prince Jesus lived 19
centuries ago. He was the Kings Son.
1t was the old homestead of eternity,
and all its castles were as old as God.
Not frost had ever chilled the air.
Not tear had ever rolled down the
cheek of one of its inhabitants There
had never been headache, or a side
ache, or heart ache. There had not
been funeral in the memory Of the
oldest inhabitant. There had never in
all the land been woven black veil,
for there had never been anything to
mourn oyer:zThe passage of millions of
years had-nct 'wrinkled or crippled or
bedimmed any of it's citizens. All the
people there were in state sof eternal
adolescence. What floral and pomonic
richnessl Gardens of perpetual bloom
and orchards in unending fruitage. Had
some spirit from another world entered
and asked: "What is sin? What is be-
reavement? What is sorrowf What is
death?" the brightest Of the intelli-
gences would have failed to give defini-
ton, though to study the question there
was silence in heaven for half an hour.
The Prince of whom speak had hon.
ors, emoluments, acclamations, such as
no other prince, celestial or terrestrial,
ever enjoyed. AS he passed the street
the inhabitants took off from their
brows garlands of white lilies and threw
them in the way. He never entered any
of the temples without all the Worship
ers rising up and bowling in obeisance.
In all the professions of the high days
he was the one who evoked the loudest
welcome. Sometimes on foot, walking
in loving talk with the hum blest of the
land, but at other times he took chariot,
and among the 30, 900 that the psalmist
spoke Of his was the swiftest and most
flaming, or, as when st. John described
him, he took white palfrey with what
,rance of foot and arch Of neck and roll
If name and CLEAN of eye is only dimly
in the Apocalypse. He was
not like other princes, waiting for the
Father to die and then take the throne.
When years ago an artist in Germany
made a picture for the royal gallery
the Emperor William on
the throne and the crown prince as hay
ing one foot on the step of the throne,
the Emperor William ordered the picture
changed and said, "Let the prince keep
his foot off the throne till leave it.
Rich Dominion.
Already enthroned was the heavenly
Prince side by side with the Father.
What circle of dominionl What null
titudes of admirersl What unending
round Of gloriesl All the towers ohimed
the Princes praises. Of all the inhabit-
ants, from the center of the city on
over the hills and clear down to the
beach against which the ocean Of i'm
mensity rolls its billows, the Prince was
the acknowledged favorite. No wonder
my text says that she was rich" Set
all the diamonds of the earth in one
scepter, build all the palaces of the
earth in one Alhambra, gather all the
pearls of the sea in one diadem, put all
the values of the earth in one coin-the
aggregate could not express his afflu-
enoe. Yes, st. Paul was right. Solo,
MON had in gold $50, 900, 900 pounds
and in silver 1,029, 900, 1877 pounds.
But a greater than Solomon is here.
Not the millionaire, but the owner
Of all things. To describe his celes-
tial surroundings the Bible uses all
colors, gathering them in rainbow over
the throne and setting them as agate in
the temple window and hoisting 10 of
them into wall, from striped jasper at
the base to transparent amethyst in the
capstone, while between are green of
emerald, and snow of pearl, and blue of
sapphire, and yellow of topaz, gray of
chrysoprase and fame of jacinth. All
the loveliness Of landscape in foliage
and river and rill, and all enchantment
aquamarine, the sea of glass mingled
with fire as when the sun sinks in the
Mediterranean. All the thrill Of music,
instrumental and vocal, harps, trum-
pets, doxologies. There stood the Prince,
surrounded by those who had under their
wings the velocity of millions of miles
in a second, himself rich in love, rich
in alteration, rich in power, rich in
worship, rich in holiness, rich in "all
the fullness Of the Godhead bodily
T A Contrast.
! But one day there was big disaster
In department of Gods universe. A
race fallenl A world in ruinsi Our
planet the scene Of catastrophel A globe
swinging out into darkness, with noun
tains and seas and islands, an awful
centrifugal of sin seeming to overpower
the beautiful centripetal Of righteous
ness, and from it groan reached heav-
en-. Such sound had never been heard
there. Plenty of sweet sounds, but never
an outcry Of distress or an echo of agony.
At that one groan the Prince rose from
all the blissful circumjacence and start
ed for the outer gate and descended into
the night of this world. Out of what
bright harbor into what rough seal
"Stay with usl' cried angel after angel
and potentate after potentate. "No,"
said the Prince: 81 cannot stay. I must
be off for that wreck of world. I must
stop that groan. must hush that dis
tress. I must fathom that abyss. must
redeem those nations. Farewell, thrones
and temples, hosts cherubic, seraphic,