The Birmingham age-herald., 1905-12-10
 DIR. TALMAGE'S SERMON
BY THE REV. FRANK DE WITT TALMAoe, D. D.

weeping eyes away from the focus Of a tombstone. They never see into be able to see the laughing eyes and smiling lips ] or to hear the loving words of those who are living for the min the nurseries and sitting rooms of their own homes.
 Davld's Greatest Battle.
 The greatest battle of Davids career was over. IL was an awful fight. During the hours of that day the kings throne had been tottering upon its foundations. As Alfred the Great had to flee his cap ital when he was defeated by the Danes at Athelney, and as Robert Bruce was an exile in Ireland for six long years be- fore he came back to his Scottish throne, and as Charles II. was a wanderer upon the face of the earth when Cromwell was dictator at Westminster, so King David, on account of the uprising of his son Absalom, was fugitive from his Jerusa- lem palace. It was not a mere playful squall which had struck his ship of state. It was a tornado, which was ripping the sails and making the gunwales sink un- der the foaming, raging pillows. King David's head was in danger, and the whole royal family were menaced by the insurrection of which this dsolute prince was the leader. The young princess in the London Tower met the same kind of a fate which Prince Absalom had planned out for his royal sire, but no sooner did
  and at the risk of~their fortunes and their lives fight the kings battles and win back for him his throne and kill the young prince than the king closed his eyes to all his friends sacrifices. All he did was to sit in his room and weep and moan and wiring his hands and cry: "Oh, Absalom, my son, my son, my poor dead boyl Oh. Absalom, my son, my son. my poor dead boyi" He kept this crying and wailing up for hours and days. At last Joab heard of the kings ingratitude. He walked Into the royal chamber and said: My king. have you any heartY Can you not realize the sac- rifces that we have made for you? Can you not come forth and thank Us for shedding our blood, instead of weeping over that lieentious unfilial child who tried to murder you?" And today, O man, ask, cannot you stop weeping over the lives of some people who have been untrue to you and open your eyes to the sacrifices of those who have been de- voting themselves to your comfort and happiness for the last ten or perhaps twenty years?
 You lost q child. He died as the re- suit of his Ans, and you know it, Yet you weep and cry for that child as though he had been to you saint. What about the other children? What about those lovely daughters and that fine young son who are growing up by your side2 Are you just to them2 Do you try 10 make home happy for them? Are you true to them? You have a disolute fa- ther. "Oh." you keep cosc2laining, If my father were only what he ought to bei' Well. he Is not You cannot help that. But what about your mother? Have you ever thanked God that you have such mother? Have not her noble example and tender sacrifices been enough to start out dozen boys like you right, even though your father has , not been what he ought to be? And yet the strange fact of life Is this: Most of our modern King Dayids will go on whining and grooming and complaining about one person who has done them a wrong and neglect to show gratitude to are doing all in their power to make them happy and blessed
 Brave Girl.
 | Oh, the meanness of not trying 10 do l all we can for those who are doing every 1 thing for us, Some years ago there 1 joined my church one the bravest young i women l ever knew. Her father died 1 when she was a young girl. Then the eN- 1 ecutors robbed the widowed mother of her all. The young girl, who was brought 1 up in luxury, went forth to earn her 1 daily bread. The mother never seemed 1 to care or to realize what that daughter was doing. From morning until night i she kept up her never ending series of l complaints. She complained about being