Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1898-11-21
GOD'S SECOND GIFT.
DR.. TALMAGE SAYS Tt4E WORLD Is
TOO MUCH WITH uS,

Greatest Gift-GEa-1 Cries, Like Ca
Ieb's Daughter, Ec- tne Upper
spri.l.-s-Fhe Eetter life
gCopyright. 1893. by american amer Press Asso-
WASHINGTON, Nov. 20.-Taking for
his text an oriental scene seldom no.
ticed. Dr. Talmage discusses the su-
pernal advantages Of religion for this
world and the next; text, Joshua XIV,
10: Thou hast given me q south land;
give me also springs Of water. And he
gave her the upper springs and the
neither springs -
The city of Debir was the Boston Of
antiquity great place for brain and
books Caleb wanted it, and he offered
his daughter Achsah as prize to any
one who would capture that city. 1t
was a strange thing for Caleb to do,
and yet the man that could take the city
would have, at any rate, two elements
of nanhood-bravery and patriotism.
Besides, l do not think that Caleb was
as foolish in Offering his daughter to
the conqueror Of Debir as thousands in
this day who seek alliances for their
children with those who have large
means without any reference to moral
OF 3l6IlI1 VI tHO ON 4iS
would rather measure happiness by the
length Of the sword than by the length
of the pOcketbook. In one case there is
sure to be one good element of char
acter; in the other there may be none
at ALL With Caleb's daughter as a prize
to fight for, General Othniel rode into
the battle. The gates of Debir were
thundered into the dust, and the city of
books lay at the feet Of the conquerors.
The work done, Othniel comes back to
claim his bride. Having conquered the
city, it is no great job for him to con-
quer the girls heart, for however faint
hearted q woman herself may be she
always loves courage in a man. / never
saw an exception to that.
The wedding festivity having gone
by, Othniel and Achsah are about to 60
to their new home. However loudly the
cymbals may clash and the laughter
ring, parents are always sad when
fondly cherished daughter goes off to
stay, and Achsah, the daughter of Ca
leb, knows that now is the time to ask
almost anything she wants Of her IA
Their. 1t seems that Caleb, the good old
man, had given as a wedding present
to his daughter a piece of land that was
mountainous and, slOping southwark
toward the deserts of Arabia, swept
with some very hot winds. It was called
t'a south land But Achsah wants an
addition Of property; she wants piece
of land that is we'll watered and fertile.
Now it is no wonder that Caleb, stand
ing amid the bridal party, his eyes SO
full Of tears because she was going
away that he could hardly see her at
all, gives her more than she asks. She
said to him: "Thou hast given me a
south land; give me also springs Of wa
ter. And he gave her the upper springs
and the neither springs.
The Desert OF Sorrow.
The fact is that as Caleb, the father,
gave Achsah, the daughter, a south
land, SO God gives to US his world. |
am very thankful he has given it to US.
But am like Achsah in the fact that 7
am not satisfied with the portion. Trees
and flowers and grass and blue skies are
very we'll in their places, but he who
has nothing but this world for a portion
has no portion at all. It is a mountain
Gus land, sloping off toward the desert
of sorrow, swept by fiery siroccos; it is
'fa south land, q poor portion for any
man that tries to put his trust in it,
What has been your experience? What
has been the experience of every man,
of every woman, that has tried this
world for portion? Queen Elizabeth,
amid the surroundings of pOmp, is I'M
happy because the painter sketches too
infinitely the wrinkles on her face, and
she Indignantly cries out, 'You must
strike off my likeness without any
shadowsr' Hogarth, at the very height
of his artistic triumph, is stung almost
to death with chagrin because the
painting he had dedicated to the king
does not seem to be acceptable, for
George II cries out: ''Who is this Ho-
garth? Take his trumpery out of my
presence.
Brinsley Sheridan thrilled the earth
with his eloquence, but had for his last
words, Il am absolutely undone.'' Wal
ter Scott, fumbling around the inkstand.
trying to write, says to his daughter:
"Oh, take me back to my room There
is no rest for Sir Walter but in the
gravel Stephen Girard, the wealthiest
man in his day, or at any rate only sec
ond in wealth, says: 81 live the life of
a galley slave When I arise in the
morning, my one effort Is to WORK so
hard that can sleep when it gets to be
night. Charles Lamb, applauded of all
the world, in the very midst of his lit
erary triumph says: "Do you remem-
Der, Bridget, when we used to laugh
from the shilling gallery at the play?
There are now no good plays to laugh
at from the boxes. F" But why go so far
as that? 7 need to go no farther than
your street to find an illustration of
what am saying.
Pick me out ten successful worldIings
and you know what I mean by thor