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VOICES OF GABftEWS FIELDS. AND Text: ''My beloved is unto me as a clus- ter o£ canipliire in the vineyards of Ebgedi$' HSopgof yoIonion,;i;, M* ' ; ' Solomon's Song has boon considerecjtby many as fit only for moonstruck sontiiiien- talists, written by a voluptuary, tho story of 0 man crazed by a fair maiden, neither fit for family prayers nor lor church; Indeed, wo must admit that thoro were years in Solo- mon's life whnu ho bud several hundred more wivo3 than he was entitled to, but ho re- pented of his sin, and Uod chose him to write some of the host things about Christ that have ever been written. Uoside that, 1 think tho rrit'iuism of modern times upon the immodesty of tho Bible comes with poor grace from a century iu which tho writ- ings Ot GeorgoSnud tame to their fortieth editiou, and Christians cannot got to the prayer meeting hecuiiso they have tickets for places of amusjritoiit so depi aved that they make \The Black Crook\ respectable. I think, however, as far as I can see iu my stupidity, that there are things turned out upon'the community to-day tbat bid fair to do more damage than the Songof tiolo'uiou. Hear, now, one Of his fresh andifafi'de- scriptions of Jesus. If I hud twenty years to preach 1 would like to employ ten of thorn in bringing out to observation those repre- sentations- of Christ that havens yet been •passed by. I donot know why thepulptt should - hover over a few types ot Christ whon thereare so many symbols of Jeans that have never been discoursed upon. Why should wo employ all our time iu examining a tow lilies when tho Bible is a great garden tilled with fuchsias, and with daffodils, and with (itim- ranths, and evening primroses for the close of life's day, <iud crocuses nt the foot of the snow bauk of sorrow, nud heai'tsunso for tho troubled, and pitssiou-IUiwors planted at the foot of a cross, and morning glories spread- ing out under tho splendors of the breaking day? Sonio yours ago 1 discoursed to you about \the wliifco hairs of Jesus,\ mid some of the newspapers supposed it wits a mere fancy of my own—tho poor fools not know- ing that in Revelations, the Urst nud the fourteenth, the Bible spenlis of Christ: \His •head and His hairs wero'white like wool—as white.as snow\—symbolizing tho eternity of •Jesus. \ Terraced on the side of tho mountain nora itbo viuoyards of Bugedi. Oh, thoy nso swout .places 1 From a shelving of tho mountain, lOOfcet high, waters came down iu beautiful 'baptism ou tho faces of tho-leayes; thegrapos intoxicate with their own wiuoiporhegrauates •with juices -bursting-, froifi- the riud;, rill - fruits, arid; .'flowers, laud) aTrphiafcie wporis*- .anioug tho swostest of these the cainphire . me out- lifaeis^g^TOful.tr^ •of Jesus; for ''iny belb.vmlv&'Untio j>%t«g\j» .-. *luBter> of\campUire,<frbm'S^ Engedf.\' ' .-.,.-.- - •-.- I wlllcnrry Pufrtho idea of my text, and la *heflrst place show you that this enmpbire plant of the text was a symbol of Christ, bur causo of his fragiwnce; If I had a branch of •it, and should wave it iu your midst, it would iflll the house with its redolence. Tho cam- phii'Oj'ns we.havo it, is oft'ensivo to-some; but the camphire plant of tho text, lias a fra- f ranee gracious to all. Tho. vineyards of Ingeili -bathed iu it—the branches, tho buds, the blossoms dripping with sweetness; typical <of the sweetness of Christ. ' How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear! It soothes hissoiTOws, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. The name of Ciesar means power; the na^iie of Herod means cruelty; the. name of . Alexander means conquest; tho name of De- mosthenes means\ eloquence; the linmo of JUiltou menus poetry, tho name of Benjnmin West menus painting; the name of Phidias means soulpturejthenanieof Beethoveu means music; tho name of Howard means: reform; but the mime of Christ means love. It is the •sweetest uamo that ever, melted fromlir^or heart. As you open an old chest that has long been closed, the .first thing that strikes .you is the perfume of the herbs that wore packed amid the clothing; so there are huud.reds'of hearts here which, if opened, would first offer to you the name of Jesus. Have you nut seen. Him? Through the dark night of your sin' has Ho not flashed upon your vision i Beautiful when He'co'mes to «ave you. A little child was crying very much during the time of the eclipse. It got so dark at noon that she wasafrnid and kept -sobbing, and could not bo siluueei until After awhile the sum came out again, and she clapped her hands and said; \Oh the suu! the suu!\ Some of us have been in the darkness of pur sin; •eclipse after eclipse has. passed over our soul; but after awhile the Sun of Righteousness poured His beams upon our hearts, and we •cried: \The sun! thosunl\ Beautiful dawn in the straw of Bethlehem Kbau 1 Beautiful' in His mother's shawl, a fugitive to Egypt! Beautiful with His feet in the Galilean surf 1 Beautiful with the children hanging about His neck! Beautiful in the home circle of Bethany 1 Fairer than the sons of men; day- spring from on high; light for those who sit in darkness, roseof Sharon; lily of the valley ^-altogether lovely! Oh! He is such a sih- parfloner, such a trouble-soother, such a wound-binder, such a grave-breaker, that the faintest pronunciation of His name rouses up the incenso of the garden, and all the per- fume of the tropics; while the soul, in ecstasy •of affection, cries out: \My Beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire from the vine- yards of Engedi.\ ,,t But how shall I talk of the sweetness of Christ's pardon to those who have never felt it; of the sweetness of His comfort to those who have refused hispromise; of the sweet- U P al 1 o* character. Take out the sprig of -nessof Hisface to those who have turned ! ,°ypress from yonr coat aridput in \a cluster their back upon His love? Now, a groat many people may think this is merely sickly sentimentalism, - Jonathan Edwards -was a cool man. He was harsh in some of his opin- ions, ho was never afflicted with any senti- mental ardor, and yet, when the name of Christ was mentioned, it threw him into a transport. Paul was a cool logician, with nerves unshaken in tho Medi- terranean shipwreck, a granitic nature, comfortable with tho whole world against Mm, shaking his fist in the face of tho gov- ernments of earth arid tho forces of darkness; yet the thought of Christ thrilled him, transported' him, overwhelmed him. John Knox was unbending in his nature and hard in some respects. The flash of his indigna- tion made the Queen shiver and the Duchess quake, yet he sat down as a little ?hild at tho feet of Jesus. Solomon was surrounded by all palatial splendor—his ships going out from Ezion-geber on voyages of three years, bringing back all the wonders of the world, his parks afloat with myrrh and .fraukin? cousB, and a rustle with troes brought from foreign lauds; the trace3 of his stupendous gardens found by tho traveler at this day. Solomou sits down nt this place to think of Christ, thealtogether lovely, and tho alto- aether fair; and whilst seated there comes a breath of the spices and aromatic woods, and of the blossoms in through tho palace win- dow, and he cries out: \My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire from the vine- yards of Engedi.\ . . Oh, rich and rare; exquis ite and everlast- ing perfume! Let it in ovory poor mail's windows;, plant it on every grave; put its loaves under every dying head; wreathe its blbssomsfor every garland: waveits branches in fivery home; and when J nm a'bout to die* and my hand lies cold and still and white upon the pillow, let some plain and humble Bcxil coma and put in mydying grasp this liv- ing branch with clusters \of camphire from the vineyards of Engedi.\ It is many years now since T found the Ijord, and' I must in your presenile toll yoii how good He has been to my soul. Often slnco thon I have giveu Htm a hard thrust in His sore side, but He bus been patient, with me by day and by night. It is the grief of liiy lifo that I havo treated Him so badly, but He has novor lot nic go. I havo soon no wonderful sights, I uaveheard no wonderful Bounds, I have no marvelous experience; it has boon a plain story of patience on His part uudofunworthiuessonmy part. Sonio of my dear friends before mo have had moie rapturous oupanence: Christ to them has boon the cohnquerer on tho while horse, or! tho sun,of righteousness, setting everything ablaze with light; or tho bridegroom, com- ing with lantern and torches. To mn.it has beon a very quiet and undemonstrative ex- perience. It has beon something very sweet, hut very still. How shall I doseribe it? I hayeitnow: \My beloved is unto me as a cluster of -camphire from the vineyards of Engedi.\ But I remark further: This cairiphii* 'plantof thetextwas.a symbol Of Christ in I:thp-ffB!t.ihaS it-giyps coloring. From .tile;.,, 'the Eas&fatUOTaHt;'. arieehthe- leSmftpMl-B cve;«^jPh«mt»p&d%neriy:useM ~f6rAbMutiiying:.garirionp.'$r\^ sphs. It was that fact iUat :ga\vri:'the tjiini phire plant of the text its commercial value In the time of King Solomon—i type of hiy. fiord Jesus, who beautifies and adorns and colors everything He touches. I havo no faith in that man s conversion whose religion does not color his whole life. Jt was intended so to do. If a manhosthe grace of God in his heart it ought to show itself in the life. There ought to be this \cluster of camphire\ in the ledger, in the roll ofgoverninent securities, iu the medical prescription, in the law book. A religion is of ho value to amerchant unless it keeps him from putting false labels on his f oods; or to the plasterer, unless it keeps him rom putting up a ceiling which he knows will crack in six months; or tp the driver, unless it keeps him from lashing his horses to eight miles an hour when thetherniometer is at ninety; or to the farmer, unless it keeps Eim from putting the only sound pippins on the top of the barrel; or to the shoemaker, unless it keeps him from substituting brown paper for good leather in the soles, toother words, the religion of Christ is good for everything or it is good for nothing. The grace of God never affects us by piecemeal. If-the heart is changed, the head is changed, and the liver is changed, and the spleen is changed,and the bands are changed, and the feet are changed, and the store is changed, and the house is chariged,and every- thing over Which man has any influence comes to acomblBte and radical change. The religion of the Lord Jesus Chr st is not a pot of hyacinths, to be set in a parlor bay win- dow for passers-by to look a t and to be ex- amined by ourselves only when we have company, but it is to be a perfume filling all the room of the heart as \a cluster of camphire from the vineyards of Engedi.\ The trouble is men do not take tboir religion with therih The merchant leaves it outside the counter, lest it disturb the goods. The housekeeper will not let her religion trail its robes in the kitchen on washing day. The philosopher will not let his religion come in. amid the batteries, lest it get a galvanic shook. But I tell you unless your religion goes with you everywhere, it goes nowhere; That religion was intended to color all the . heart and the life. But, mark you, it was a bright color; - For the most part it was an orange dye made of this camphire plant. one<of the most brilliant of all the colors: and so the religion of Jesus Christ casts no blackness or gloom upon the soul. It brightens up life; it brightens up everything. There is no more religion in, a funeral than there is in a wedding; no mora religion in tears than in smiles. David was no better whori he said he cried out of tho depths of hell than he was when he said that Ids' mouth was filled with laughter and his tongue with singing. The best men that I have ever known have laughed the loudest. Religion was Iriteridod to wighten up all orircHaracter. Take out the sprig of olcami , from tho vineyards of Engedi.\ Ituligion !> \'ways are ways jilonsantness, and all hor paths aro pouce.\ I have found it so. There are hundreds in this house who have found it so. 1 remark again, that the camphire plantof tho text was a symhol of Jesus Chriit be- cause it is a mighty restorative. You know that thbro is nothing that starts respiration as soon iu one who bus fainted as camphoivas wahaveit. Put upon a sponge of handker- chief, the effects are almost immediate. Well, this camphire plantof the text, tliougn somewhat dillorout froni that which we have, was a pungent aromatic, and in that respect it becomes a type of our Lord Jesus Christ, who is the mightiest of re- storatives. I have carried this cam- phire plant into the sick room, ntier the. doctors have held their consultation and said there was no hope and nothing more could bo done, and the soul brightened up uniler the spiritual restorative. There is no fovor, no inarasmm, ho neuralgia, no con- sumption, no disease of the'body that the grace of Ood will not help. I wish that over every boJ of puin dud through every hospital of distress we might swing this \cluster of camphire from the vineyards • of Engedi.\ Christ's hand is the softest pillow, Christ's pardon is the strongest stimulus, Christ's comfort is the mightiest anodyne, Christ's salvation is the grandest restorative. It makes a man mightier, than his physical dis- tress. Art thou weary? Art thou languid? Art thbii'Sofe distressed? \Come with me,\ saith One—\and coming, be at rest\ If I ask Him to receive me, will he say me hay? Not till earth and not till heaven pass away. Finding, following, keeping; Btruggling, is He.ijreto bless? i Saints, apostles, prophets,- martyrs, answer-^ yes! Nero tarred and put pitch upon the Chris- tians of his day, and then set them on fire, that they might illuminate the night round about the palace; but, while they were burn- ing, arid the crowd beneath were, jeering, louder than all the noise went up tho song of praise and triumph fro the dying martyrs. John Bradford carno out in presence of the instrument of torture that was: to-put him to death and said: \I aril a Christian now; I have»nOyer beeu before;\ And so again and again the lion of Judah's tribe has torn to pieces the wild beastsiof rnartyrilom. This grave is also arestbrativofor ihebock- slider; Who do you mean by that? you sny. I mean you who used to frequent the house of God, but seldom go there now; you who once nsed to pray, but never pray now; you ] who once sat at .the holy communion, 'but take not the L6rd!s;:ciip now;, I' mean you whooncerejoiced in. Christian society, but now sit among scoffers. Backslider!' Oh, whata suggestive word!' Backslider! Frbrn what have yoiii slid back? You have slid back frorri your father's faith; from-ybur early good habits. You have been slidinjj back from tho shining police of the city would put it uudor everlasting arrest, If j»ll tho sorrows of life, mailed and sworded under Apollyori, shouldattempttaforco that gato, ono company from the tower would strike them Lack howling to tho pit Room in heaven for all the raptures that ever knocked at the gate, but no smallest annoy- ance, though slight as a summer insect. Doxology, butnb dirge. Banqueting, but no \funeral llrtknd inpnfa '* KUV^ «»*^\ w ..^uu uav.u UOQU uuumgoacK,irom !Gfiii8t,;frpm the oross-^slidirig Back from '-Heaven. When a riian begins to 'slide he 2,teows«6t>wtel'»^.!-wjltKgi;- iYon have been irecieic%abe3rit«effimimoffiHilft« of which downward ••i!SjDhlyAsnwl^p«rt'?d , : the jjeriial plunge. You werelip^rhapsvjproV fessors.in the country; you-haVem'ad&*sUjp> ; wreck in 'the town. It way be that the club blasted you; it may be ihat;fashioriable society destroyed you; it riiay be the kind of wife whom ypu, married. You have; rib more hope' for \Heaven now than if you had lived in \Central Asia and never heard of Christ and the . judgriient; Oh, where is that Bible you used to read' Where is that room where you used topray? What have you done with that Jesus whose voice you once heard? Oh, murdered hours! Oh, massacred privilogos! Oh, dead opportuni- ties! \Vakoup nowand shriek in.thatmari's ear until he shall roiiso himself from thehbr- liblosomnambulisin, walking, as he does, fast as'oep, within an inch of hell. Oh; that he might cry out now: \Golden Sabbaths, come back! Communion seasons; come back! Wooings of the Holy Ghost, come back!\ But thoy will not come. Gone, gone, gone! Sorrow will come, but not they. Oh, that you might save the few remaining years of your life and consecrate them to Christ! I have seen sad sights—I have heard sad sounds; but I tell you the ghostliest .thing outside the gates of the damned is a back- slider's deathbed, Do you not feel like hav- ing applied to your soul this divine restor- ative! Do you not feel lilio crying out with David: .\Kestore unto ino tho joys of thy' salvation?\ For great sin, great pardon; for deep woumls, omnipotent surgery,; for d af ears, a divine aurist; fcr blind eyes, a heayouly oculist; for the dead in sm, the upheaval of a great resurrection. B'ut'in the heavenly world we shall feel the chief restorative powor of religion. This is a planetof weeping we are living on. We entor upon life with a cry aud leave it with a long sigh. If I could gather up the griefs of this au dience and put them in one sentence and thcu utter it, it would mako evorything betweeu hore aud the throne of God shuddjr and howl The earth is gashed deop with graves. As at tho close of the war, sometimes wo saw a regiment of one hundred and fifty men, the fragments of the thousand men that wout out, so, as J I stand before you, I canuot but realize the fact that you are tho fragments representing hundreds of regimonts of joyful associations that havo been broken up for- ever. Oh, this is a world of sorrowl But blessed be God! there will bo no sorrow ii heaven. Tho undortakor will have to have some other business thoro. In tho sum' mcr time our citlos will have hills ol mortality which aro frightful—sometimes in Now York a thousand deaths iu a wook; sometimes it has boon two thous.iad in Lou- don; but in that great honvonly city there will not lie n single caso of sickness or death; not one black dress of luourniug, but plenty \funeral baked meats.' No darkness at all, no grief at all, no sick- ness at all, no death at all. A sour waking up in that place will say: \Can it be that I am here? Will my head never ache, agaia? Shall 1 never stumble over a grave again? Will I never say goodbye to loved ones again? Can it-be possible that the stream it past, that the bank is gained, that the glory is begun? Show me Jesus that I riiay kjss His feet.\ When the clock of Christian suffering has run down it will never be •wound up again. Amid the vineyards of the heavenly Engedi, that will be restoration without any relapse. That will be day with- out any succeeding night. That will b» \tho saints' everlasting rest.\ For a number of years past there las- been a steady flow of 40,000 to .50,000 Scandinavians into this country. The great bulk of them settle in the North- western States. Minnesbta, especially, swarms with Norsemen. The census of. t880 shows that there were then 181,729- Norwegians, 194,337 Swedes, and 64,106 Danes in the United States—a total of 440.173. Since then—six years: ngq— fully a-quarter of a million has been added to these figures, by emigration, and Dakota has attracted not far from 50,000 of thefti. In a few years Dakota will be as full of Scandinavians as Min- nesota, if the present ru*h continues. They are also. beginning to flow into Montana arid Idaha, Oregon and Wash- ington. In Germany the hours of labor average per week, in textile.factories, 73; inrma- •chine factories, CO. In France, in textile factories, 73; in machine factories, 60. In Austria, 06 in each. In Russia, in textile factories, from 72 to 84; in ma- chine factories^ 72. In Switzerland, 00 hours in each-., In Belgium, in textile I factories; 72;, in machine factories, 62. In Italy, in textile factories 09 to 00; in ruachine factories,. 72. In Holland; in In michin4 ! f^ctbiie^; 53; '^m England, i factories generally clpse at, 5 ;80 o'clock in the,evening, and at 1 oh Saturday af- ternoon;, while in the silk factories of Northern Italy the factories are open from 5 A. M. to 10 r. jr., the hands work- ing 94 1-3 hours per week, or 15 8-4 hours per day, exclusive of meal hours. of white robes of joy; handshaking of wel- come,, but none of separation. Wby^if on 1.V111V, uui. uuuu ui. suparuueu. vr uy, n ons trouble should attempt to enter Heaven, Since. th(j arrival of warm weather the medical journals have come out in force tvitli hygienic rules. The leading medi- cal journal of France has published a pamphlet protesting against the extrava- gant use of artificial mineral waters, which, it sets forth, do the double dam- age of chilling the 'stomach, thus laying the foundation for gastric catarrh, while the limestone held in deposit in the car- bonated waters finds its way to the kid- neys and eventually produces Bright's disease. The pamphlet also protest! against ice-water as a provocative of catarrh in the stomnch. It further says: \Water should bo drank cool, but not iced, with the juice of a quarter or hall a lemon iu it. Mineral water should always bo swallowed slowly. It -is noS the stomnch which is dry, but the mouth and throat. If you toss off a drink oi water you throw it through your mouth and throat into your stomach without doing the former any good, while you injure the latter by loading it with what it docs not require. Drink slowly, and keep the water in your mouth for a mo- ment when you begin. If you work in a hot room in hot weather tie a dampiclotb around your temples, and yon will not experience half the craving! for drink you otherwise would.\ A labor exchange has an article on \How to Let People Help Themselves;\ A good way is to leave your front door unlocked.— Grand Rapids Tehqraphi J
