The Farmville herald. [volume] (Farmville, Va.) 1890-1934, 1899-09-22
THE IVORY PALACES.
DR.. Talmage on the Glories of the
World TO Come.
The Aftracfiveness Of Christ, VINO
Opens the Way for His Faithful
Foliowcrs-The Christians
Guide 10 Heaven.
Copyright, 1899. Louis KiopschI


Washington. July 80.
I'm this discourse Dr. Talmage SETS
forth the giorics of the world TO come
and the attractiyenczs of the Christ.
who opens tho way: text. Psalms, 45:s:
"All thy garments smell of myrrh and
aloes and cassia out of the ivory pail
aces"
Among the grand odornments of the
city of Paris is the church of Notre
Dame, wiSi its great towers and elab-
crate rose windows and scuptminr of
the last Judgment. with the trumpet
ing angels and rising dead; its battle
ments of quatre fon; its sacrsty. with
ribbed ceiling and statutes of saints
But there was nothing In all that great
building which more wildly appealed
to my plain republican tastes than the
costly yestments which lay in oaken
presses-robes that had been embroid-
cred with gold and been worn by popes
and archbishops on great occasions.
There was robe that had been worn
10y Plus VII at the crowning of the
first Napoleon. There was also a vest
ment that had been worn at The bap-
tism of Napoleon II. AS onr guide
opened the oaken presses and brought
out these vestments of fabulous cost
and lifted them up the fragrance of the
pungent aromaHcs I'm which they had
been preserved filled the place with
sweetness that was almost oppressive.
Nothing that had been done in stone
more wildly impressed me than these
things that had been done in cloth and
embroidery and perfume. But to-day
1 open tho drawer of this text, and
look upon the kingly robes of Christ,
and as ] lfr them. flashing with eter-
nal jewels. the whole house is filled
with the aroma of these garments,
which "smen of myrrh and aloes and
cassia out Of the ivory palaces
In my text the King steps forth. Ills
robes rustic and blaze as he advances.
His pomp and power and glory over
master the spectator. More brilliant is
/ llethan Queen Nashti, moving amid the
/ Persian princes; than Marie Antoi-
nette on the day when Louis XIV. put
upon her the necklace of 500 diamonds.
than Anne Boleyn the day when Henry
VIII. welcomed her to his palace-all
beauty and an pomp forgotten while
we stand in the presence of this inn
perial glory King of Zion, King of
earth, King of Heaven, King forever.
/ His garments not worn out, not dust
bedraggled. but radiant, and ieweled,
f and redolent 1t seems as If they must
/ have been pressed q hundred years
amid the flowers of Heaven. The
wardrobes from which they have been
taken must have been sweeter
with clusters Of campfire and franklin
cense, and an manner of precious wood.
DO YOU not inhalc the odors? Aye, aye,
'They smell of myrrh and aloes and
cassia out Of the ivory palaces
Your first curiosity is TO know why
the robes of Christ are odorous with
myrrh. This was a bright-leafed Abys-
sinian plant. 10 was trifoliated. The
Greeks, Egyptians, Romans and Jews
bought and sold it at "A high price. The
first present that was ever given TO
Christ was a sprig of myrrh thrown ON
His infantile bed in Bethlehem. and the
last gift that Christ ever had was
mvrrh pressed into the cup of His cru
cifNion. The natives would take a
stone and bruise the tree, and then it
would exude a gum that would saturate
all the ground beneath. This gum was
used for purposes of merchandise. One
piece of it no larger than a chestnut
would whelm a whole room with odors.
1t was put in closets in chests, in draw
ers. in rooms. and its perfume adhered
almost interminably to anything near
IT, So when in my text ] read that
Christ's garments smell Of myrrh ] im-
mediately conclude the exquisite sweet
ness of Jesus. O..
/ know that to many Tie is only like
any historical person-another John
Howard. another philanthropic Ober-
lin. another Confucius. grand subject
for a painting, q heroic theme for q
poem. beautiful form for a statue,
but TO those who have heard His voice
and felt His pardon and received His
benediction lie is music and light and
warmth and thrill and eternal fra
GRANGE. sweet as a friend sticking TO
Won when an else betray. lifting you mp
while others try TO push You down. not
so much like morning glories that
bloom only when the sun is coming up,
nor like -four o'clocks," that bloom
only when the sun is going down, but
like myrrh. perpetually aromatic the
same morning. noon and night, yester-
day. to-day forever. it seems as IF we
cannot wear Him out. We put on Him
all our burdens and aflict Him with
all our priefs and set Him foremost in
an our battles, and yet Tie is ready to
lift and TO sympathize and TO help. We
have so imposed upon Hin that one
would think in eternal affront lie
would quit our soul, and yet to-day lie
addresses MS with the same tenderness,
dayyns upon MS with the same smile,
pities MS with the same compassion.
There is no name like His for MS. il
is more imperial than Caesars. more
musical than Beethoven's, more con-
ouering than Charlemaene's. more elo-
ouent than Ciccro's. It throbs with all
life. 1t weeps with all pathos. II
eroans with an pain. It stoops witha all
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