Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1899-11-27
VICTORIES OF PEACE.
THANKSGIVING THE SUBJECT OF DR..
TALMAGE'S SERMON.
He Enumerntes Many of the Bless
fnEs For which We Should Be
Observation-Disclosures Has Tighten
ed Burdens-God Sent the Wheel.

fnEs For Which We Should Be
Observation-Disclosures Has Tighten
ed Burdens-God Sent the Wheel.
copyright, Louis Klopsch. 1891
WASHINGTON, Nov. 26.-This dis
course of DR.. Talmage is a sermon Of
preparation for the national observ-
.ance of this week and in an unusual
way calls for the gratitude of the peo-
pie; the text, Ezekiel x, 13, 'As for the
wheels, it was cried unto them in my
hearing, o wheelv'
Next Thursday will, by proclamation
OF president and governors, be OBJ
served in thanksgiving for temporal
mercies. With what spirit shall we
enter upon it? For nearly year and
a half this nation has been celebrating
the triumph of the sword and gun and
battery. We have sung martial airs
and cheered returning heroes and
sounded the requiem for the slain in
battle Methinks it will be a healthful
change if this Thanksgiving week, in
church and homestead, we celebrate
the victories of peace, for nothing was
done at Santiago or Manila that was of
more Importance than that which in
the last year has been done in farmers
field and mechanics shop and authors
study by those who never wore an
epaulet or shot Spaniard or went a
hundred miles from their own doorsil1.
And now 1 call your attention to the
wheel of the text.
Man, a small speck in the universe,
was set down in a big world, high
mountains rising before him, deep seas
arresting his pathway and wild beasts
capable of his destruction, yet he was
to conquer. It could not be by physical
force, for compare his arm with the
ox's horn and the elephants tusk, and
how weak he is! It could not be by
physical speed, for compare him to the
antelope's foot and ptarmigan's wing,
and how slow he is! 1t could not be by
physical capacity to soar or plunge, for
the condor beats him in one direction
and the porpOise in the other. Yet be
was to conquer the world. Two eyes,
two hands and two feet were INSULT
cient He must be REINFORCED, so God
sent the wheel.
Twenty-Five times is the wheel men
TONED in the Bible, sometimes, as in
Ezekiel, illustrating providential move
crushing the bad; sometimes, as in
Judges, representing Gods charioted
progress. The wheel that started in
Exodus rolls on through Proverbs,
through Isaiah, through jeremiah,
through Daniel, through Nahum,
through the centuries, all the time
gathering momentum and splendOr,
until. seeing what it has done for the
worlds progress and happiness, we
clap our hands in thanksgiving and
employ the apostrophe of the text,
crying, 80 wheelr'
Trfumphs of Machinery.
1 call on you in this Thanksgiving
week to praise God for the triumphs of
machinery, which have revolutionized
the world and multiplied it's attrac-
lions. Even paradise, though very pic
turesque, must have been comparative
ly dull hardly anything going on, ne
agriculture needed, for the harvest was
spontaneous; no architecture required,
for they slept under the trees; no man
ufacturer'S loom necessary for the
weaving of apparel, for the fashions
were exceedingly simple. To dress the
garden could not have required ten
minutes a day.
Having nothing to do, they got into
mischief and ruined themselves and
the race 1t was a sad thing to be
turned out of paradise, but, once turn
ed out, a beneficent thing to be COM
PEELED to work. To help man up and
on God sent the wheel. If turned
ahead, the race advances; if turned
back, the race retreats. To arouse your
gratitude and eXalt your praise | would
show you what the wheel has done for
the domestic world. for the agricultural
world, for the travelling world, for the
literary world LAS for the wheels, it
was cried unto them in my hearing, o
WHEEL
In domestic life the wheel has
wrought revolution. Behold the sew
ing machine! 1t has shattered the
housewives bondage and prolonged
woman's life and added Unreasonable
advantages. The needle for ages had
punctured the eyes and pierced the
side and made terrible massacre. To
prepare the garments of a whole house
hold in the spring for summer and in
the autumn for winter was an eX-
hausting process. "Stitch, stitch, stitch"
Thomas Hood set it to poetry, but mil
Hons of persons have found it agoniz-
ing prose.
Slain by the sword, we buried the
hero with "Dead March, in Saul and
dags at half mast. Slain by the needle,
no one knew it but the household that
watched her health giving way. The
winter after that the children were
ragged and cold and hungry or in the
almshouse. The hand that welded
She needle had forgotten it's cunning.
Soul and body had parted at the seam.
The thimble had dropped from the
palsied finger. The thread of life had
snapped and let a suffering human life