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M !MIi! I THE GABDEN QV THE CIIUKCH, Toxt: \ I am.corae into my garden.\—Solo- mon's Song, v., 1. The Bible is a great poem; wo have in it faultless I'hjrtlira, and bold imagery, and startling antithesis, and rapturous lyric, and Bweet pastoral, ana instructivonarrative and devotional psalm; thoughts expressed in Style more solemn than that of Montgomery; inore bold than thatof Milton; more terrible than that of Dante; more natural than that of Wordsworth; more impas ioned than thai of Pollok; more tender than (hat of Cowpcr: more weird than that of Spenser. Tkisgreat poem brings all the gems of tho earth into its coronet, and it weaves tlie-flames of judg- ment into its garlands, and pours eternal harmonies into its rhythm. Everything this book touches it makes beautiful, from the plain stones of the summer threshing floor to the daughters of Nahor filling the troughfor the camels, and the fish-pools of Heshbon up. to the Psalmist .praising God with diapason of storm and whirlwind, and Job leading forth Criori, Areturis and the Ple'ades. My text leads us into a scene of summer redolence. The world has had a great many beautiful gardens. Charlemagne added to the glory of bis reign by decreeing that they be established all through the realms-de- ciding even the haines of the Sowers to be planted there. Henry IV.,; at Montpelief, established gardens of bewitching beauty and luxuriance, gathering into them Alpine, Pyrenean and French plants; One of the sweetest spots on earth was the garden of Staristone; the poet, His Writings have made but little impression on the world, but his garden,.TheSeasons, will boimmortal. To the natural advantage of that place was brought the perfection of art. Arbor and terrace and slope and fustic temple and reservoir and ura and fountain he?o had their crowning. Oak and yew and hazel put forth their richest foliage. There was no life moro diligent, no soul more ingenious than that of \Shenstone and all that diligence, and •genius he brought to the adornment of that one treasured spot, He\ gave £800 for it;, he sold it for £17,000. And yet lam to tell you to-day of a richer garden than any I have- mentioned. It is the garden spoken of in my text, the garden of the church which belongs to .Christ, for my test says so. He bought it, He planted it; He •owns it, and 'He-shall have it Walter Scott, .inhisoaflay at Abbotsford, ruined his -for- tune, and now, in the crimson! flowers of those gardens; you can almost' think or iriiagr ihe that you seethe-blood of thatold-mari's broken hBart. The payment of the last £100. f ,.-. •600 pounds sacrificed 1 hhii: But I have .left\!! to tell you that Christ's; life -and. Christ?!* death were the outlayof this beautiful gar- •; din of'the fchureh of which iny tejtt speaks.- Him hang;. Tejlme, ye. executioners wl„ lifted Bfra and let bfm down,'. 2$U,Mi£ thou sun that didst hide,\ ye rooks ibat'feft. \Christ loved the Church and gave, .hims>l£ for it.\ If, theigarden of the church'belongs , tdChrist, certainly He has a right to walk in it Come then, Oh blessed Jesus, to-day, walk up aud down these aisles, and pluck what Thou wilt of sweetness for Thyself. Thechurch, in my text, is appropriatsly compared to a garden,, because it is a.place of choice flowers, of select fruits and of thorough irrigation. That would be a strange garden in which there were no flowers. If nowhere else, they wbuld be along the bor- ders or at the.gateway. The homeliest taste will dictate something, if it be the old-fash- • Ioned hollyhock, or dahlia, or daffodil, or \ coreopsis: but if there be larger means, then ' you will find the Mexican cactus, and dark veined arbutelion, and blazing azalea, and clustering oleander. Well, now, Christ comes to his garden and he plants there some of the brightest spirits that ever flowered upon the world, Some of them are violets;, linconspic- uous, but sweet as heaven. You have to eearchjihd find' them. You do-not see them very often, perhaps, but you find where tbey have been- by the Vrightened face of the in- valid, and the sprig! of geraniuhi on the stand, and the new wiiidbw curtains keeping out the glare of* the\ sun- light. They are, perhaps, more like the ranunculus, creeping sweetly along amid the thorns 'and briars of life, giving kiss for sting; and many a man Who has had in his way some great black rock of trouble, have found'that they haveicoyeredit all over with flowery jessamine funning in and out amid the crevices.. These 'Christians in Christ's garden are hot like the suiifldwef, f audy in the light, .but whenever darkness overs oversa soul that needs to bei comforted there they stand-rhight'blobmirig' cefbuses. But;in Christ's garden thefa are plants,that. may be-better compared to the Mexican -Osier. tus—thorn's without; loveliness within—men with sharp points 6f character. They wound almost every one that touches them. They are hard -to. .handle.. Men pronounce' thein nothing but thorns, but Christ loves them; ' hotwithstandingalltheir sharpnesses. Many a man has had a very hard ground to culti- vate, and it has only been through severe trial he has raised even the smallest crop of grace. A Very Aarsh minister wa3 talking to a very placid elder; and the placid.elder eaid to the hersh minister: \Doc- tor,. I do wish you would control your temper.\ \Ah said the minister to the elder, \I control more temper in five minutes than you do in five years.\ It 3a harder for some men to do fight than for other men to do fight. The grace that would' elevate, you to theseventh heaven might not keep your brother from knocking a man down. J had a friend who came to me and said: \1 dare not joihthe church.\ * I said: \ Why?\ \Oh he said, \I have such a vio- ; lent temper. Yesterday morning I was cross- ing very early at the Jersey City ferry and saw a milkman pour a large amount of water into the milk can and I sa$ijtt> hiw, 'I think that will So.' end ho insulted ma./imfl I knocked him down. Do you think I ought to join the pinm'b. f Never! helees,. that very sauie man who was so harsh in.his-bebavipr loved Christ, and could not speak: of eacred things without tears of emotion pud affec- tion. Thorns without but sweetness within —the best specimen of Mexican cqotus I over saw. There are others planted in Christ's garden Who aro always radiant, always iiripressive^- more like the roses of deep hue that we oc- casionally find, called \giants of battle\™ the Martin Luthers, St. Tauls, Grysbstoms, Wickliffes. Latithefs and Samuel Kuthor- fords. What in other men is a spark, in them is conflagration. When t'aoy sweat, they sweat great drops of blood. When they pray, their prayer takes Are. When, they preach it is-a Pentecost. Whon they fight it is a Thermopylae. When they die it is a say more of them in the church?\ I say, \Why don't you have in tho world more Humboldta and Wellingtons?\ God gives to some ten talents; to others, one. ' In this garden of the church which Christ has planted I also find the snowdrop;,: beau- tiful but cold-looking, soemingly another phase, of winter. I mean those Christian's, who are precise in their tastes, unlmpas- sibried, pure as snowdrops and as cold. They never shed any tears, they never get exoited, they never say anything rashly, they never do anything precipitately. Their pulses never flutter, their nerves never twitch; their indignation never boils oVer. They live longer than most people; but their life is o minor key. They never run up to G above the staff., In their-music of life they have no staccato passages, Christ planted them in the church and they must bo of some service ofthsywouldnot be there; snowdrops, al- ways snowdrops. But I have not told you of the most beauti- , ful flower in.allthis garden spoken of in the; text. If you see a \century\ plant your emotions are started. Yousay: 'iWhy, this flower has been a hundred years gathering up for one Bloom, and it willbe a hundred years now before other petals will come out.\ Biit I have to tell you of a splaht that was gather- ing up from all eternity, aud that 11)00 years ago put forth its bloom never to wither. It is the passion-plant of the. cross) Prophets foretold it Bethlehem shepherds looked upon it in the bud; the rocks shook at its bursting, and the dead got up in all their winding sheets tosee its full bloom. Itis a crimson flower—blood at the foots; blood on the branches, blood: on allthb leave '•. Its perfume is to fill all the nations. Its breath is heaven. Gome, oh windsfrom the north, and Triads fforri the squbh, and winds frftm •tfeeasfe^dvwinas.ff6ih th?. west, aiidBeaf .to'8n-:th6':eW^:'theswwfcsm611ing. savor of ;iGh^fct;''iiny'rliSlra,r?i '. ..'.. '•\'\,'-.'•• ,-' •»l»»'«U,tne'M<irpns.Wem.''. .•,. peaches or apffebj*/ The coajsef ffV- planted in theorchard, or they are set out on the sunnThillsidej but the choicest fruits ai'o : kept in the garden. So in the world outside the church Christ had planted a great many ' beautiful things^patiehce, .\charity gener- osity^, integrity, but he intends, the choicest fruits to be in the garden, and if they ere hot there, thenshame on the church. Relig- ion is not a mere flowering sentimentality. It is a practical; life-giving, healthful fruit, not _ posies, but apDles. \ Oh,\ lays somebody, \I don't see what your garden of the church has yielded.\ Where did you%.asjHums come ffom?;and your hospitals?-aigfcrour insti- tutions of mercy? Christ plawBRevery one of them: He planted them iS^tis .garden. When Christ gave sight to Baftihaeus He laid the corner-stone of every blind asylum that has eyer been built. When Christ soothed tha demoniac of Ga'ilee He laid the corner-stone of every lunatic asylumthat has ever been established. When Christ said to the sick- man: \Take up thy bed and walk,\ ' He laid the corner-stone of every hospital the world has ever seen, When Christ said: \I was in prison and ye visited me;\ He laid the corner-stone of every prison feforin associa- tion thathas ever Keen formed. The church of Christ is a glorious garden and it is full of fruit. - I know there is some poor fruit in it. I know there are some weeds that ought to be thrown over the fence. I know there -are some orabapple trees that ought to be cut down: Iknow there are some -wild grapes that ought to be uprooted; biit are you going to destroy the whole garden becauseof a lit- tle gnarled fruit? You will find worm-eaten leaves in Fontaihobleau and insects that sting in the faify groves of the Ghainps ;*Elysees. You do not tear down and destroy the whole garden because there are a few specimens of gnarled fruit. I admit there, are men. and women in the church who ought hot to be there; but let us be just as frank and admit the fact that there are hundreds and thousands and tens of thousands of. glori- ous Christian men and women—hoIy,blessed; useful, consecrated and triumphant There is no grander collection in all the earth than the collection of Christiana There are Christian men in this house whose religionism not a matter of psalm-singing and church- going. To-morrow, morning that reli- gion will' keen theni just .as consistent arid consecrated in their worldly^occupational Theyhot only sitat tho feet of Christ, bnt they go out into the kitchen to help Martha in her work that she may snVtheretoo. There is a.womanwhohasadrunkehhusband who -has exhibited more faith, and patience and couf age-tha'h Bidley.in the'flf e. He was cbri4 sumed in twenty minutes. Her's has boeu a twenty years' martyrdom. Yonder is a man Who has boon flfteen.years on his back, un- able even tofeeahimself, yetcajiaaittlpoace* tipjaa tliougn he Jay onSno bi the green banks of heaven, watching' the oarsmen,dip their paddles Jn. the eiystal fiver, Why,, it seems tome this moment; as if St. Paul threw to us, a poniologlst's catalogue of the frUits grow- ing la thisgroat garden of Christ—love, joy, pt-ace, patience, charity, brotherly kindnessj this garden and of the better fruit. It was planted iust otftside. Joi'usalem.a-good while ago. When that tree was plontea it was so split and bmised: aud barked men said noth- ing would evof grow upon it; but no sooner had that tree been planted than it budded and blossomed and fruited, and the.soldiers' spears-wore only the o!ub3 that struck down that fruit and it fell into tho lap of the na- tions,and. men.beganto.piok it up andeat it, and they found in it an antidote to all thlrat, to all poison, to all sin, to all death-the smallest cluster larger than the famous one' of Eshcol, which two men oafried en a staff between then* If theapptain Eden killed the race, this one cluster of mercy shall re- store it. ' Again, the church in iny text is appropri- ately called a garden because it % thor- oughly irrigated. No garden could prosper long without plenty of water. Ihave seen a garden in the midst of a desert, yet bloom- ing, and luxuriant AU around was dearth i and barrenness; but there were pipes and aque- ducts reaching from this garden ap to the mountains, and through those aqueducts the : wate*;came streaming down ana tossing up into beautiful fountains until every foot and leaf and flower Wire saturated; That is like the church; The church is a'garden-in the midst of a.great desert of sin and suffefihg; but it fa well irrigated, for \our eyes are unto the hills from whence cometh our help,?' - From the mountains of God's strength there flow down rivers of gljidhess. There is • fiver the stream whereof shall make glad the city of our Gtod. Preaching the gospel is one of these aqueduois. Tho Blblols an- other. Baptism and the Lord's Siip^ef arie aqueducts. Water to slake the thirst, water to restore thefaiat^ water to wash ths uh- cleau, watef tossed high up in thelightbf the Sun of Bighteoushess, snowing the rain- bow around the throne. Oh, was there ever a garden so thoroughly irrigated? You know that the beauty of. Vei'sailles and Chatsworth depends very much upon the.greot supjply of water. I came to the latter place, Cna:few6rth,;one day when strangersore not to be admitted; but by an inducement which always, seemed 1 -as applicabls to an Englishman as an Ameri- can, I got in, and then the gardener wehlifaf dp above the:staifs of stone and turned oil the water. I.saw it gljeam'ing on the dry .pavemeut, coming down from .step; to step until it came so near I could hear the musi- calfiisb, aiidM:over the high, broad s'ta'ira But, sir, the day ho was drbwnod, and they broughthjm inland-laidhlmjoiii' the cafpet, so whito and so heautiful, my* War t bfokb, sirj I know we couldn't keep him;\ The heayenof your little ones will not be' fairly begun until you get there. AU, the kiudnossss shpwn them- by imniprtals will upt make them forget ybii. There they are, jthe radiant throngs that went out froih your homes. I throw a.kiss tothe sweet darlir.es . They 4re ali well now in the (palace. The crippled child has a sound foot now. A little lams child says: ''Msi, will I be lame in heaven't?' \No my darling, you won't be lame in heaven.\ A little sick child says: \Ma will I be slok inheavenf , \No; my dear, yoiii won't be sick in heaven.\ A little blind child says: \Ma will I be blind in heaven?\ \No) my dear, you won't bo blind in heaven. Theyarb all well there.\. I notice that the fine gardens sometimes have high foncos around them and I cannot get in. It is so with dXlrig's garden. The only glimpse you ever get of such a garden is when the Khg. rides Out in His splendjld car- riage. It is not so with' this garden;' this Kingjs garden. I throw Wide, open this guti and tell you all to come in. No monopoly fa religion. Whosoever will may choosb nbw between a desert and a garden.. Many of you have tried tho garden of ; this world's delight You have found it has been a chagrin. So it was with Theo- dore Hook. He makes us laugh now when we read his poems; bathe : cbji!a ; not mdkehis own. heart laugh. While in the niidst of hls-festivlties he-c6nfronted ; a lobfe-r ing-glass and he saw himself and said: \Thcra that is true. I look just as I am, done up in body, mind-and purse.\ So it was of Shenstbne; of whose garden I told you atthebeglhhing, of iny sermon. He sat dGwn-am'd' those-bowers and said; \I have lost my rood/to happiness. I am angry and' envious and frantic, and despise everything around ine just as it becomes a madman to do.\ Oh ye weary souls, come into Christ's garden to-day and pluck a little hearts- eaie. Christ is the only rest and the only pardon'for a perturbed spirit. Do you not think your chance has almost come I You men and women who have been WaitlDg yearattef year for some.good oportunity in tvhich to accept Christ; but have, ppst- oned it five, ten,, twenty, thirty years, do ybii; not feelas it '.now your hour of deliver- ance and pardon and salvation had come? Oh man, what grudge hast thou against thy f oor soul that thou wilt not let it be saved ? feelas if salvation must come to-day in ,some>ofyouf hearts: - - Some years ago a vessel struck on the focks. IThey. had onlyone lifeboat In that life- boat the 'passengers and' crew wore getting aslioro. The vessel had foundered and -was sinking deeper and that one boat could not . takethe passengers very swiftly, A little ' .girl:stopdabn.the:deck waitingfof her turn to gat into the boat The boot came and went, eauioand went, butihnrturn<id not wemto ---- ^ftja;,-—-•»-^-'-^-«---^—-\\-•' — .t-tfafto^aay we JnigBJ' Hiii __ _ \Elim wiHi twelve wells of water andifiree* jcoreandten-palmfafe&'l >• : ; , / ' >' Hark! I hear the latch of the garden gate, and I look to see who is coming. Ihelarithe •voice bf Christ;' ''I aih come ihtbrmy gar-' den\ I'sayi <'Come in, O Jesus, we have: been waiting fof'Thee; walk all through the paths. Look at the flowers, look at the fruit: pluck that which Thdii wilt for Thyself.\ Jesus comes into thegarden and tip to that old man and touches him and says: \Almost home, father, not many more-aches for thee: I will never leave thee; I will never forsake thee\; tabs courage a little longer and I will steady thy tottering steps and I will soothe' thy troubles and giyethce rest; courage, old man.\ Then Christ goes up another garden pathand.'He comes to ••& sbulin trouble and he says; \Peacel all is well. Ihaveseehthy tears; I have heard thy prayer. The sun shall not smite thee by day nor- the . moon by night The Lord shallpfesefve thee from allevil. He will pfeserva thy soul. Courage; 0 iioubled spiritl\ Then I see Jesus going up another; garden path and I see great excitement among the leaves, and I hasten up that gar- : den path to see what Jesusis doing there, and lb I He is breaking oflf flowers sharp and clean from the /stem, and I say: 'MStop, Jesus; don't kill those beautiful flowers.\ Ha turns to, me and says: \1 have come into my f ;afdeh to gather lilies, and I moan to tdka hese up \to a higher terrace aud for the gar- den around my palace, and thefel willpTani them, and in better soil and better air they shall put forth brighter leaves and sweeter redolence, and no frost shall touch them for- ever.\ And I looked up into His face arid said: \Well it is His garden, and He has right to do what He will with it Thy wJ) be done!\—the hardest prayer a man eval madej It has seemed as if Jesiis Christ took th« best: from many bf your households.the best one-is gone. You knew that she was tod f ood for this world;, she was the gentlest la er ways, the deepest in her affections; arid when at last the sickness came you had n 1 faith in medicines; • You knew that Jesii wasicomirigovef the dbofsill. You'knew.the hour bf porting had come, arid wheri through ! the rich grace of the Lord Jesus Christ.you surrendered that treasure you said: \Lord Jesus, take it-^it is the best we have—take it. Thou art worthy.\ The others in the household may have.been of grosser jhould. She was of the finest. One day a irian 'yrin tekingme frbrii the depot to avillage. He was very rough arid coarse,.and very blasphe- mous; but after awhile, he mellowed down as he began to talk of his little soriwhoin he had lost \OhI sif,\'he said, ,f that boy was different frorii the rest of'us. He-never used; anybad language rnosif;. I never heard hun iiseobttd 1 woirdin iny life. HeBsedto eay his prayersand we laughedat, him, but'he, * !®pspiisL_.^ .^,„...,. „. , '.OthefS'-hdve.ab'cSp^«he' ! •.p^rd6n'^F-© , ^^ bwybu-afe:iri;jSerit\^^ -Why nbtivthttimoniepi'' riiake'aifushior'jbjif immoftftlifeseue,^^ :ihg,until. (Jesus sHolliheaf you and heaven andearth ring with the^ cry: \Save;meriextr Save.-inenext!\ NowJs the day of salvation 1 Now! 'Now! This Sabbath is .the last fof some of you. Itisaboutto-sail.away fofeyef; Her;bell tolls. The planks thunder back in the gang- way; She shoves off, she floats toward 1 the' greafocean of eternity. Wave farewell to yoiirlast chance for heaven. Oh| Jerusa- lem, Jerusalem, bow often would, I have gathei^dthee as a hen gathereth her.'Krood under her wihgs-and yewbuld not Behold your hbiise is left unto you desolate. Invited to revel.ih a garden, you die; in's dessrii May God Almighty, before Wis toirlatt, break thiit infatuation: >.-(;-\'H9f;'ii : *\/'.&<' : ';;'-fi V.j ! W'-if JACOB KHAKIS, of Fountaindale, Pa., married his first cousin,, and-between 1860 and 1874 eleven children were' born to them; Of these all were of unsound Mind saye one, a daughter % no means bright, who is married, Ulight others are alive, and five of; them are idiota, and the others little better; •Mi's'. Miller is dead, and her husband, who is; a prosperous farmer, lives alone with, his eight unfortunate children. He says that his misfortune is a \stroke of providence.\ AN honest Irishman and his crippled daughter named Kavanagh have -been living in Detroit in greatly reduced eir- oumstances. Before he left Ireland K^vanagh's pretty sister- fitfcfacted the attention 6t a Wealthy lady,, who en- gaged her as a traveling companion^ and took heir on ah extended tour. , throughi the old countries. A few days ago he received word that.his sister had ;died. in Sydney, New South iWafe; , Isatinghiin sole heir to ah estatevalued. -'at over $1,000,600. •\ \^'' - '
