The Princeton union., 1898-07-14
TALMAGE'S SERMON.
WOMAN WRoNGED" LAST SUN
DAYS SUBJECT.
From tho Text Esther 1: 11-12 az Fol-
lows: Bring vashti, the Oneen- Re.
fore the King with the Crown Royal
to Show the People and Princes Her
Beauty" -.


shan. The pinnacles are af1ama with
the morning light. The columns rise
iestooned and Wreathed, the wealth of
empires flashing from the grooves; the
celnngs adorned with images of bird
and beast, and scenes of prowess and
conquest. The wall are hung with
shields, and emblazoned until it seems
that the whole round of splendors is
exhausted. Each arch is mighty leaf
Oh architectural achievement. Golden
stars shining down on glowing arab
esque. Hangings of embroidered work
IN which mingle the blueness of the
SKY the greenness of the grass and the
"hlteness of the seafoam. Tapestries
nung on silver rings, wedding together
the pillars of marble Pavilions reach
Ing out in every direction. These for
repose, filled with luxuriant couches,
In which weary limbs sink until all
fatigue is submerged. Those for ca
rousal where kings drink down a king
dom at one swallow Amazing spec
tacle! Light Of silver dripping down
over stairs OF ivory on shields of gold.
Floors of stained marble, sunset red
ing pearl. In connection with this
palace there is garden, where the
mighty men of foreign lands are seat
ed at banquet. Under the spread Of
oak and linden and acacia the tables
are arranged. The breath of honey
suckle and frankincense fills the air.
Fountains leap up into the light, the
spray struck through with rainbows
falling into crystalline baptism upon
towering shrubs-then rolling down
through channels of marble, and wild
ening out here and there into pools
sWirling with the fnny tribes of for
elsn aquariums, bordered with scarlet
anemones, hypericums, and many-col-
Ored ranunculi.
Meats of rarest bird and beast smok-
Ing up amid wreaths of aromatics. The
vases filled with apricots and Almonds
The basket piled up with apricots and
hgs and oranges and pomegranates
Melons tastefully twined with leaves
or acacia. The bright waters of Eu-
laeus filling the uTns and dropping out
side the rim in flashing beads amid
the traceries. Wine from the royal
vats OF 1spahan and Shiraz. in bottles
OF tinged shell, and Hly-shaped cups of
silver. and fiagons and tankards of SOL
Id gold. The music rises higher, and
the reyelry breaks out into wilder
transport. and the wine has flushed the
cheek and touched the brain, and loud
er than all other voices are the hic-
cough of the inebriates. the gable of
fools, and the song of the drunkards.
IN another part of the palace Queen
Yashti is entertaining the Princess of
Persia at banquet. Drunken Aha
suerus says to his servants, "You 20
and fetch Vashti from that BANQUET
with the women, and bring her to this
banquet with the men, and let me dis
play her beauty" The servants imme-
dlately start to obey the kings COM
mand: but there was a rule in Oriental
society that no woman. might appear in
public without having her face yelled.
Yet here was mandate that no one
dare dispute, demanding that Vashti
come in unveiled before the multitude.
However, there was in Vashtis soul a
principle more regal than Ahasuerus.
more brilliant than the gold of Shu-
shan, OF more wealth than the realm of
Persia, which commanded her to dis
obey this order of the king; and so all
the Righteousness and holiness and
nodesty OF her nature rise up into one
sublime refusal. She says, Il will not
go into the banquet unveiled" Aha
suerus was infuriate; and Vashti. rob-
bed of her position and her estate. is
driven forth in poverty and ruin to suf
fer the scorn OF nation, and vet to
receive the applause of after genera
tons, who shall rise to admire this
., martyr to kingly insolence Well. the
last vestige of that feast is gone: the
last garland had faded; the last arch
has fallen; the last tankard has been
destroyed; and Shushan is a ruin: but
as long as the world stands there will
be multitudes of men and women. ia
miliar with the Bible, who will come
into this picture gallery of God and
admire the divine portrait of Vashti
the queen. Vashti the yelled, Vashti the
sacrifice, Vashti the silent.
In the first place, want you to look
upon Vashti the queen. A blue rib
bon, rayed with white, drawn around
sition. 1t was no small honor to he
queen in such realm as that. Hark
to the rustic of her robes! See the
blaze Of her jewels! And yet it is not
necessary to have place and regal robe
in order to be queenly. When 1 see a
woman with stout faith in God, put
ting her foot upon all meanness and
selflshness and goddess display. going
right forward to serve Christ and the
race by grand and a glorious sery-
ice, I say; THAT woman is a queen"
and the ranks of heaven look over the
battlements upon the coronation: and
whether she comes up from the shanty
on the commons or the mansion of the
fashionable square, I greet her with the
shout, "All hail, Queen Vashti!''
What glory was there on the brow
of Mary of Scotland, or Elizabeth of
England, or Margaret of France, or
Catherine Of Russia, compared with
the worth of some of our Christian
mothers, many of them gone into
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