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DorF CLEA SIWG.
OP Om.TALMAeG's VTASRNA
L E KARMON ON SUNDAY. MAY Re.
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WoooTsL, May 3.-Tim rev. T.
IM I r , preaod at
d in alk aulest east the
ýf o in th o di tn ine ow
tN hat **beginning:
e w o p i rearj em a
A d isdu asebr e.a ,
The tet was "I I wash myself
t snow water, and should I cleans.
Ehand in alkali, yet shalt thou
me in the ditch, and mine own
*shall abhor mae."-Job ix. 30,
t. The eloquent preacher said:
Albet Barnes-honored be his name
.a earth and in heaven-went straight
hack to the original writing of my
ast, and translated it as I have now
geoted it, giving substantial reasons
Sr so dloing. Although we know
better, the agieen had an idea that
in snow water tIhee wias a special
per io cleanse, and that a grment
.e'Ssi eas clTn ld be; Wut if the
plad. snow water failed to do its work,
eon they would take lye or alkali and
mai it with oil, and under that
preparatio they felt that the last
mpurity wold certainly be. gone.
Job, in my text in most forceful
sre sets forth the idea that all
attempts to make himself pure
bonGod were a dead failure, and
that, unlem we are abluted bV sonie
thing better than earthly 1:quids and
.smiceal prparations, we are loath
m.e and in the ditch. 'If I wash
myself with snow water, and should I
hanae my hands in alkali. yet shalt
then plunge me in theditch, and mine
'i airli io'w siting for our pict
im. I turn tbe cam' ra obhcurs of
word full upn ou, and I pay
t yotae. Shad t , e a Batter
-- luoe Or s. it bi i rb UP6
ony a LeT a true one. The
proll that ws ever taken was
thre hundredand
J..e compelled the -
t t tall hli poflle so as to hide the
net la his visloan. But since that
aestion, three hundred and thirty
yars before Christ, there have been a
imt many profles. Shall I today
sie you a one sided view of your
mdl a prole, or shall it be a full
hmgth portrait, showing you just
whtyou are If God will help me
by has lmihty graee, Ishall give
en that latg o a picture.
eAULTY IatLY TrCclrO.
Whea I fist entered the ministry I
.4 to write my sermons all out and
d them, and run my hand along
MI Uine let I should lose my place. I
fe. hundreds of those manuscripts.
mall I ever preach themr Never; for
in those days I was somehow over
aesead with the idea I heard talked
ll around about, of the dignity of hu
n nature, and I dopted the idea,
ad I evolved it, and I illustrated it,
ad I argued it; but coming on in
e. and having seen more of the
wed, and studied better my Bible, I
ind that that early teaching was
nulty, and that there is no dignity in
uman nature, until it is recon
slreted by th grace of God. Talk
ahut vessels going to pieces on the
Ubrries, off Ireland! There never was
eb a shipwreck as in the Gihon and
iheliddekel, riversof Eden, whereour
let parents foundered. Talk of a
Sassrner going down with five hundred
ngger on board! Whkt is that to
shipwreck of fourteen hundred
soulst We are by nature a
ame of uncleanness and putrefaction,
hm which it takes all the ommlipo
ess id inflnitude of God's grac
Sui. "It I wash semvef with
water, and should I cleanse my
hns in alkali, yet shalt thou plus ..
Q In he ditch, and my own cloth'
4M abhor me."
N -iW21i r1O FIK APOtOGIES.
_laurk .in the firt place, that some
tI itry cleanse their soul of sin.
snow water of fine apologies.
Ese is one man who says: "I am a
diner I confess that; but I inherited
, 4y father was a sinner, my grnnd
hther, my great-great-granufather
ad all the way back to Adam, and i
sealdn't help myself." My brother,
e you not, every day in your life,
added something to the original estate
d uin that was bequeathed to youf
LA you not brave euough to confess
LMt you have sometimes surren
dered to sin, which you ought to
hve conqueredt I ask you whether
it is fair play to put upon our
meestry things for which we
ourselves are personally respoiwdble?
if your nature was askew when you
C it, have you not sometimes given
Sas additional twist? Will all the
Ugbstones of those who have prpoed
d a make a barriade high enough
Ae eternal defensses I know a devout
a hbo had blasphemous paren"
I orw an honest man whose athr
a thde. I know a pure man whose
w awai of the streat. 2he
Uro may be very eioag,
Iudmeh thlnas sm inag
im tMt I have a corrupt a
why I shbould
01 our sm am
ouBdt a e lnwY.
anmy
, al belio GOd 1M M
bcA
I -f
hs aot It when es '-/
t.idly wOMl d to itw
fellows have a cup of
-Ae to drink;; o not pour your eas
lato it In this matter of the aoeaI
every man for himself. That those
persons ae not fully responsible for
your sin. I prove by the fact that you
still consor with the You cannot
get off by blaming them. Though you
?thr up all these apologies; though
ther wrn a gpeat flood of them;
though they should come down with
the for, of the melting snows from
Ltheno, they could not wash out one
MaiD of your immortal soul.
" w £353 Liin TArl OTHER PeOPI L"
8till further, some pernous polo
gin for their sins by saying: "We ae
a great deal better than some people.
You me people all around about us
that are a great deal worse than we."
You stand up columnar in your integ
rity, and look down upon those who
are prstrate in their habits and
crimes. What of that, my brother?
If I failed through recklessness and
wicked imprudence for ten thousand
dollars, is the matter alleviated at all
by the fact tlhat somebody else hai
failed for one hundred thousand dol
and somebody ele for two hun
thousand dollarel Oh. no. If I
have the neuralgia, shall I refuse
medical attendance because my neigh
bor has virulent yhoid feverl The
(fat that his disease is worse
than mme-does that cure lpinet If I,
through my foolhardiness, leap off into
ruin, does it break the fgil to know
that others leap off a higher cliff into
deeper darkness? When the Hudson
river rail train went through the bridge
at Spuyten Duyvil. did it alleviate the
matter at all that instead of two or
three people being hurt there were
seventy-five mangled and crushed!
Because others are depraved, is that
any excuse for my depravity? Am I
better than they? Perhaps they had
worse temptations than I have had.
Perhaps their surroundings in life were
more 6verpowering. Perhaps, O man,
if you had been under tle same rses
of temptation, instead of stting here
today, you would have been looking
through the bars of a peuientiary.
Prhaps, b womii, if . It hýd
n dr power of
ptation, is.ut of sitting here
today. .-ou would be tramping the
street, the laughing stock of mtn and
the grief of the angels of God, duu
keoiqed, body, minq at)R soul, in, the
blackless of deaimr. Ah, do not let
at solree ourselves with the thought
that other people are worse than we.
Perhaps in the future, when our for
tunes may change, unless God prevents
it, we may be worse than they are.
Many a man after thirty years, after
forty years. after flfty years, after
sixty years, has gone to pieces on the
sand bars. Oh! instead of wasting
our time in ypereriticismabou' others,
let us ask ourselves the quectlous,
Where do we stand? What are our
sins? What are our deficits? What
are our perils? What our hopes? Let
each one say to himself: "Where will
I bet Shall I range in summery fields.
or grind in the mills of a great night?
Whereft Where?'
Some winter morning you go out
and see a snow bank in graceful
drifts, as though by some heavenly
compass it had been curved; and as
the sun glints it the luster is almost
insufferable, and it seems as if God
had wrapped the earth in a shroud
with white plaits woven in looms ce
lestial. And you say: "Was there
ever anything so pure as the snow, so
beautiful as the snow?" But you
brought a pail of that snow and put it
upon the stove and melted it; and you
found that there was a sediment at the
bottom, and every drop of that snow
water was riled; and you found that
the snow bank had gathered up the
impurity of the field, and that after
all it was not tit to wash in. And so I
say it will be if you try to gather up
these contrasts and comparisons with
others, and with these apologies at
tempt to wash out the sins of your
heart and life. It will be an unsuc
cessful ablution. Such snow water
will never gash sway a single stain of
an immortal foul.
"oo0b RHEIOLU.IO.."
But I hear some one say: "I will
try something befter than that. I will
try the force of a good resolution.
fat will be more pungent, morecaus
tic, more extirpating, more cleansing.
The snow water has failed, and now 1
will try the alkali of the good, strong
resolution." My dear brother, have
you any idea that a resolution about
the future will liquidate the past Sup
pose I owed you tive thousand dollars
and I shouhl come to you to-morrow
and say: "Sir, I will never run in
debt to you again; if I should live
thirty years, I will never run in debt
to you again;" will you turn to me
and say: "If you will not run in debt
in the future, I will forgive you the
five thousand dollars." Will you do
thatl Nol Nor will God. We have
been running up a long score of
indebtednes with God. If for the
future we should abstain from
sin, that would be no defray.
ment of paIst indebtedness. Though
you should live from this time forth
purse as an archangel before the
throne, that would not redeem the
put,. God, in the Bible. distinctly
declares that he "will require that
which is past" - past opportunities,
past neglects, past wicked words,
impure imaginations, p ev-ery
The peat is a Brest eaeery`
and everydayia burndi it n AnA
here is a long row of thrs hundred
and szty-ve raves. They are the
dead days of re is a long row
of three huandred ad .-Ave mOe
mis, and they are th d e ds of
And here is a long row of th ee
sad i·tveZ mom mv.
ad they re the ee days of I
is a vt metaryof the p u. at
GO willI rouse them all up with rwre
S -onay blast, and te prisoner
Smet face to face with jur and
jde, motyou and I Ilhavetooe
u pi d look upon those deprtd days
I fioe f.ae, sulting la thter Istle or
r in theifr . .frn.
4 'mosa WuLL OuT."
"Kinder will out" Ls a myrth
I 'iSrnv " r~~lrt
hirde time In- agenst
ir theaticaily a maa .
faetuer was on the waj, with a bag
of money, to pay off i hands. A
man infuriated with hunger met him
on the oad. and took a rail with a
nail in it from a paling fence and
struck him down, and the nail enter
in the skull instantly slew him.
Try years after that the murderer
went k to that place. He passed
Iato the grave yard. where the sexton
was digging a grave, and while he
,tood there the spade of the sexton
turned up a skull, and, lo1 the mur
derer saw a nail protruding from the
back part of the skull; and as the sex
ton turned the skull, it seemed with
hollow eyes to glare on the murderer;
and he, first peerified with horror,stood
In silence, but soon cried out. "Guilty I
guiltyl 0 God!" The mystery of the
crnme was over. The man was tried
and executed. My friends, all the un
pardoned sins of our lives, though we
may think they are buried out of sight
and gone into a mere skeleton of
memory, will turn up in the cemetery
of the past, and glower upon us with
their misdoings. I say all our un
prdoed sins, Oh, have you done the
tiei.sterous thing of sulpIsoing that
good resolutions for the future will
wipe out the iast? Good resolutions
though they may be puingeat and
caustic as alkali, have no xpower to
neutralize a sin, have no xlower to
wash away a transgression. It wants
something more thian earthly chem
istry to do this. Yea, yea, though "I
wash myself with speow water and
should I'cleanse my hands in alkali,
yet shalt thou plunge me in the ditch,
al(d ninum nwn olrs.lo shIl :ullhnr nine."
anu wIne ownI WII CIesIll IIU IuIr IIO ie.
SIN NOT A FLOWERY PARTERRE.
You see from the last part of this
text tlhat Job's idea of sin was very
different from that of Eugene Sue, or
George Sand, or M1. J. Michelet, or
any of the hundreds of writers who
have done up iniquity ini mezzotint,
and garlanded the wine cup with .=
lantine and rosemary, and made the
path of the libertine end in bowers of
ease instead of on the hot flagging of
eternal torture. Ypu sve that Job
thinks that sin is not a flowery par
terre; that it is not a tableland of fine
prospects; that it is not njusic, <l ici
iper, Voloncello, cadanet and pan
dean wlst , alklpwking music together.
No. He s hys It s a ditch, joug,l deep.
loaithople, stenchful, and we &re all
pluned into it, and there we wal-lo'
and salk anIL struggle, hot ah!e to ge
out Our robesof propriety and robes
of worldly profession are saturated in
the slime and abomination, and our
soul, covered over with transgression,
hates its covering, and the covering
hbates the soul until we are plunged
into the ditch, and owr own clothes
abhor us.
UNHOLY CARICATLRINGS.
I know that some modern religion
ids caricature sorrow forsin, and they
make out an easier path than the "pil
grims progress" that John Bunyan
dreamed of. The road they travel
does not stop where John's did, at the
city of Destruction, but at the gate of
the university; and I am very certain
that it will not come out where John's
did, under the shining ramparts of the
celestial city. No repentance, no par
don. If you do not. my brother, feel
that you are down in the ditch, what
do you want of Christ to lift you out?
If you have no appreciation of the
fact that you are astray, what do you
want of him who came to seek and
save that which was lost? Yonder is
the City of Paris, the swiftest of the
Inmans, coming across the Atlantic.
The wind is abaft, so that she
has not only her engines at
work, but all sails up. I anm
on board the Umbria Qf the Cunard
line. The boat davits are swung
around. The boat is lowered. I get
into it with a red flag, and cross over
to where the City of Paris is coming,
and I wave the flag. The captain looks
off from the bridge, and says: "What
do you want?" I reply: "I come to
take some of your passengers across
to the other vessel; I think they will
be safer and happier there." The cap
tain would look down with indigna
tior anld say: "QCt out of the way, or
I will run 'ou down." And then I
would back oars, amidst the jeerirU
of two or three hundred people look
ing over thg taffrail. But the Umbria
and the City o( Paris meet un
der differegt circumstances after
a 4 hile. The City of Ptaris is
coming out of a Cyclone; the life
boats are smashed- the bulwarks
gone; the vessel rapidly going down.
The boatswain gives his last
whistle of despairing command. The
passengers run up and down the deck.
and some pray, and all make a great
outcry. The captain says: "You have
about fifteen minutes now to prepare
for the next world." "No hope '"
sounds from stem to stern and from
the ratlines down to the cabin. I
see the distress. I am let down by
the side of the U'nbria. I push
off as fast as I can toward the sink
ing City of Paris. Before I conic
up people are leaping into the water
in their anxiety to get to the boat, and
when I have swung up under the side
of the City of Paris, the frenziedl .s
sengers rush through the gangway
until the officers, with ax and clubs
and pistols, try to keep back the crowd,
each wanting his turn to come next.
There is but one life boat, and they
all want to get into it, and the cry is:
"Me nextl me nextl" You see the
application before I make t. As long
as a man going on in his sin feels
that all is well, that he is coming out
at a beautiful port, and has all sail set,
he wants no Christ, he wants no help,
he wants no rescue; but if under the
fash of God's convicting pirit be
shall me that by reason odn he is
dbmetd and waterloged. and going
down Into the trough rth: se where
he eanot live, how soon he puts the
ma glu to his eye and swes the
horom, sad at the ast siap d help
oris outs " want to bie vaed. I
want to be saved now. I want to be
saved foeer." No sense of danger,
om appUsdos for rescue.
OR, VoS A 0mis or 5arrULJUSI
Oh, that God's eternal spirit would
dash upon us sense of our sinfulness
The Bible taI the story in letters of
tan, but we gt usd to it. We jo)
about sin. We make merry ovw e
' tIs dlata bI s l ti lSt
3 is a vampire that is out
lit. blood of your immortal
SIt is a Bastile that no earthly
hy ever unlocked. Sint It isep
tiation from God and heaven. Saint
It is and larceny against the Al
mighty for the Bible asks the quee
tios: Will a man rob God"r' aswer
ing it in the affirmative. This Gospel
is a writ of rlevin to recover prop
ert unlawfully detained from God.
In the Shetland Islands there is a
man with leprosy. The hollow of the
foot has swollen until it is flat on the
ground. The joints begin to fall away.
The ankle thikens until it looks like
the footof a wild beast. A stare un
natural comes to the eye. The nostril
is constricted. The voice drops to an
almost inaudible horseness. Tubercles
blotch the whole body, and from them
there comes an exudation that is un
bearable to the beholder. That is lep
rosy, and we have all got it unless
cleansed by th6 grace of God. See Le
viticus. See II Kings. See Mark. See
Luke. #tee fifty Bible allusions and
confirmations.
".L-0 --1 -
The Bible is not complimentary in
its language. It does not speak tminc
ingly about our sins. It does not talk
apologetically. There is no vermilion
in its style. It does not cover up our
transgressions with blooming nmeta
phor. It does not sing about them in
weak falsetto; but it thtpders out:
"The imagiqation of man s heart is
evil from his youth." "Every one
has gone back HIe has altogether be
come filthy. he is abominable and
filthy, and drinketh in iniquity like
water." And then the Lord Jesus
Christ flings down at our feet this hu
miliating catalogue: "Out of theheart
of Imen proceed evil thoughts, adulter
ies, fornication, murders, thefts, blas
phemy." There is a text for your
rationalists to preach from. Oh, the
dignity of human naturel There is
an element of your science of man
that the anthropologist never has had
the courage yet to toqch; and the
Bible, in all the ins and outs of t
most forceful style, sets forth our niL
ural pollution, and represents iniquity
as a frightfptl thing, as an exhausting
thing, k a loathsotle thing. It is not
a mere bemiring of the feet. it is pot
l iimere LefouJin of flie hands; it as
going down. bead and ears under, in
a ditch. until ,tir clothes abhor us.
W» )ItUbT RI.E ABOVE 861.
My bretiren, shall we Itay down
where sint thrusts us? shall not if
you do. We cannot afford to. I have
today to tell you that there is some
thing Ipurer than snow water, some
thing more pungent than alkali, and
that is the blood of Jesus Christ that
cleanseth from aill sin. Ay, the river
of salvation, bright, crystalline and
heaven born, rushes through this
audience with billowy tidlo strong
enough to wash your sins completely
and forever away. 0 Jesus, let the
ialm that holds it back now break, and
the floods of salvation roll over us.
Let the water and the blood.
From thy sie a healng flourl,
Be of sin the double cure,
save from wrath and make me pure
eIt us get down on both knees and
bathe in that flood of mercy. Ay,
strike out with both hands and try to
swim to the other shoreof this river
of God's grace. To you is the word of
this salvation sent. Take this largess
of the divine bounty. Though you
have gone down in the deepest ditch
of libidinous desire and corrupt be
havior, though you have sworn all
blasphemies until there is not one sint
ful word left for you to speak, though
you have been submerged by the
transgressions pf a Iifetime, though
you are so far down in your sin that
no earthly help can touch your case
the Lord Jesus Christ bends over you
today, and offers you his right hand,
proposing to lift you up, first making
you whiter than snow,andthen raisin.
you to glories that never die. "Billy, '
said a Christian bootblack to another,
"when we come up to heaven it won't
make any difference that we've been
bootblacks here, for we shall get in,
not somehow or other, but, Billy, we
shall get straight through the gate."
O04 it you only .e% Fow full and
fre and tenderi-s the offer Qf Christ,
this day, you would all take him with
oht one single exception; and if all
the doors of this house tere locked
save one, and you were compelled to
make cgress by only one door. and I
stood there and questioned you, and
the Gospel of Christ had made the
right impression upon your heart to
day, you would answer me as you
went out, one and all: "Jesus is mine,
and I am his!" Oh, that this might
be the hour when you would receive
himl It is not a Gospel merely for
footpads and vagrants and buc
caneers; it is for the highly
polished and the educated and
the refined as well. "Except a man
be born again, he cannot see the king
dom of God." Whatever may be your
associations, and whatever your
worldly refinements, I must tell you,
as before God I expect to answer in
the last day, that if you are not
changed by the grace of God, you ame
still down in the ditch of sin, in the
ditch of sorrow, in the ditch of con
demnation a ditch that empties into a
deeper ditch, the ditch of the lost. But
blessed be God for the lifting, cleans
ing, lustrating power of his opel.
Tbhe voe of free grac crieS, beap to tse hoea.
For all thsa belle,, Chral hi opeus tmt
HIlldutjalu Ito the Iamb w hs bueght Iu our
We'U prais him aglst wbmea ame v.ar Jmdan.
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