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S E RM 0 N. sa., When the spear was thrust at his side, and when the, hammer was lifted for his feet, and when the reed was raised to strika deeper down the spikes of thorn, ELOQUENT DISOOURSE ON Christ watched the whole procedure. CHRIST S EXPATRIATION, When his hands were fastened to the cross, they were wide open still with bone- - diction. Mind you, hls head was not King Who Left a Throne, Closedfastened. He could look to the right, and a Palac~ and Went Forth to Die in he could look to the left, and he could look up, and he could look down. He saw a Hostile Country- America the when the spikes had been driven home, ~ome of the Voluntary Exile. and the hard, round iron heads were ia : .---r--- the pahns of his hands. He saw them as An Imperial Exile, plainly as you ever saw anything in the • I: is wonderful to how many tunes the palms of your hands• No ether, no chlo- rOspel may be set. Dr. Talmage's ser- reform, no merciful anaesthetic to dull or ii ~aoa in ~Vashington last Sunday shows stupefy; but wide awake, he saw the :another way in which the earthiy expert- obscuratiou of the heavens, the unbalanc-i t~aee of our Lord is set forth. His text lug of the rocks, the countenances quiv- ~as II. Samuel xv., 17, "And the king erlng with rage and the cachinnatton dia- Went forth and tarried in a place which belie. Oh, it was the hostile as well as I Was far off. • . . the barren island of a world! Far up and far back in the nistory o~ I go farther and tell you that this exile heaven there c~mm a period when its most was far from home. It is 95,000,000 miles i lllastrious citizen was about to wbscnt ; from here to the Sun and all astronomers himself. He was not gems to satl from! a~ree in saying that our solar systen~ Is heath t0 beach. "~Ve have often done that. only one of the smaller wheels of the great ~e was not going to pat out from one machinery of the universe turning around hemisphere to another hemisphere. Many some one great eenter, the center so far sf us have done that. But he w0s to sail distant it is beyond all imaginatio~ wffd : fl'om world to worhl, the spaces unex- calculhtion and if, as some thin,k, that Ored and the immensities untraveled• great center in tke distance is heaven, o worhl has ever hailed heaven, andChrist came far from home when he came -~aven has never hailed any other world• here. Itave you ever thought of the home- think that the windows and the baleo- sickness of Christ? Some of you know w~,re thronged, and that tim pearlywhat homesickness is when you have been -'h was troweled with those who hadouly a fcw weeks absent fltom the domes- e to see him sail out of the harbor of tic circle. Christ was 33 years away from home. Some of ~'ou feel homesickness t into tt~e ocean beyond. Out and when you are 10() or 1,000 miles away and out and on and on and on and and down and down he sped, until front the domestic circle. Christ was night, with only one to greet him, more million miles away from home than J he arrived, his disembarkation soyou could count if all your life you did nothing but count. You kuow what it is tending, so quiet, that it was apt to be homesick even amid pleasant sur- f l on earth until the excitement in the roundiugs, lint Christ slept in huts, and '.load gave intimation to the Bethlehem hc was athirst, and he was a-hungered, s that something grand and gloriousand he was on the way from being born appened. Who comes there? From in another man's barn to being buried in port did he sail? Why was this the another man's grave. of his destination? I question the I have read how the Swiss, when they I question the camel drivers. the angels. I have found out. was an exile. But the world had of exiles. Abraham, an exile from John, an exile from Ephesus; Kos- ~ko, an exile front Poland; Mazzlni, an from Rome; Emmet, an exile from nd; Victor Hugo, an exile from Kossuth, an exile from Hung~ry• this one of whom.I speak to-day had resounding f'|rewcll and came into chilling reception--for not even a went out with his lantern to light in--that he is more to be celebrated any other expatriated exile of earth are far away from their native country, at the sound of their national air get so homesick that th'cy fall into melancholy and sometimes they die under the home- sickness. But, oh, the homesickness of Christ. Poverty homesick for celestial riches. Persecution homesick for hosan- na. Weariness homesick for rest. Home- sick for angelic and archangelic compan- ionship, tIomesick to get out of the night and the storm and the world's execration. ttomesiekness will make a week seem as long as a month and it seems to me that the three decades of Christ's residence ou e'~rth must have seemed to him almost interminable. You imve often tried to An Inlperlal Exile. measure the other pangs of Christ, but rst, I remark that Christ was an ira- you have never tried to me~sure the mag- exile. He got down off a throne,nitude and ponderosity of a Savtour's took off a tiara. He closed a palace homesickness. him. His family were princes I take a step farther and tell you that Vashti was turned out of Christ was in an exile which he knew throneroom by Ahasuerus. David was would end in assassination. Holmau by Absalom's infamy. The five tIunt, the master painter, has a picture in were hurled into a caveru by which he represents Jesus Christ in the go. Some of the Henrys of Nazarene carpenter shop. Around hint and some of the Louis of France are the saws, the hammers, the axes, the jostled on their thrones by discon- drills of carpentry. The picture repro- subjects. But Christ was never sents Christ as from the carpenter's honored, or more popular, or more working bench and wearily stretching out ~ed than the day be left heaven. Ex- his arms as one will after being in con- have suffered severely, but Christ tracted•or uncomfortable posture, and the himself out from throneroom intolight of that picture is so arranged tlmt pen and down from the top to thethe arms of Christ, wearily stretched He was not pushed off. He was fc-rth, together with his body, throw on manacled for foreign transportation, the wall the shadow of the cross. Oh, my ~as not put out because they no more friends, that shadow was on everything him in celestial domain, but by in Christ's lifetime. Shadow of a cross departing and descending into anou the Bethlehem swaddling clothe's times as long as that of Nape- shadow of a cross on the road over which at St. Helena and 1,000 times worse; the three fugitives fled into Egypt; shad- one exile suffering for that he had ow of a cross on Lake Galilee as Christ nations, the other exile suffer- walked its mosaic floor of opal and em- he came to save a world. An erald and crystal; shadow of a cross on ial exile. King eternal. "Blessing the. road to Emmaus; shadow of a cross on and glory and power be unto the brook Kedron, and on the temple, and that sitteth upon the throne." on the side of Olivet; Shadow of a cross L~t I go farther and tell you he was an on sunrise" and sunset.Constantine. ou a barren island. This world is marching with his army, saw just once the smallest islands of light in the a cross in the sky, but Christ saw the of immensity. Other stellal" king- cross all the time. are many thousand times larger Christ came to this small Pad- of a world. When exiles are sent out • are generally sent to regions that sandy or coht or hot--sonm Dry Tor- of disagreeableness. Christ came exile to a worm scorched with heat ~ittea with cold, to deserts simeon to a howling wilderness. It was dooryard, seemingly, of the uni- Christ came to the poorest this barren island of a v¢orld-- with its inte~ase summers, ~r the residence of a foreigner and rainy season unfit for the residence Christ came not to such a as America, or L~lgland, or France, but to a land one-third of the auother third of the year up and only one-third of the year lerable. Oh! it was the barren isl- a World. Barren enough for Christ. gave such snmll worship and such lusts affection and such little grati- Imperial exile on the barren island In Hostile Country. tell you that he was an m a hostile country. Turkey was So much against ltussi,% France ~ver so much against Germany, as was against Christ. It took the door of a stable. It m out at the point of a spear. The t against him, with ev- er its army, and every decis- courts, and every beak of its For years after his arrival : .question was how best to put him hated him; the high priests ms; the Pharisees hated him; Ju- hated him; Gestas, the dying him. The whole earth seem- into a detective to watch his yet he faced this ferocity. most of Christ's wounds were • g on the shoMder, of Christ's wounds in front. He retreat when he expired. Face ith the world's sin. Face to the world's woe. His eye on Countenaaeesj of his foaming when he expired, when the rowMed hts steed so that tor- The Doom of a Desperado. On a rough ~ouriey we cheer ourselves with the fact that it will end in warm hos- pitality, but Christ knew that lds rough path would end at a defoliaged tree, with- out one leaf and with only two branches, bearing fruit of such bitterness as no hu- man lips had ever tasted. Otx, what an exile, starting in an infancy without any cradle and ending in assassination! Thirst without any water, day without any sun- light. The doom of a desperado for more than angelic excelr~nce. For what that expatriation and that exile? Worldly good sometimes comes from worldly evil. The accidental glance of a sharp blade from a razor grinder's wheel put out the eye of Gambettaand excited sympathies which gained him an education and start- ed hint on a career that made his name more inajestic among Freuchnmn than .any other ,tame in the last twenty years. Hawthorne, turned out of the office of col- lector at Salem, went home in despair. His wife touched him on the should~¢r an(l said, "Now is the time to write your book," and his famous "Scarlet Letter" was the brilliant consequence. Worhlly good sometimes comes from worldly evil. Then be not unbelieving when I tell you that from the greatest crime of all eternity aud of the whole universe, the nmrder of the Son of God, there shall come results which shall eclipse all the grandeurs of eternity past and eternity to come. Christ, an exile from heaven opening the way for the de- portation toward heaven and to heaveu of all those who will ace6pt the proffer. Atonement, a ship large enough to take all the passengers that will come aboard it. A Land o£ Voluntary Exile. For this royal exile I bespeak the love and service of all the exiles here present, and, in one sense or the other, that in- dudes all of us. The gates of this conti- nent have been so widely opened tt~t there are here many valuntary exiles the heather, sometimes so deep of color it makes one think of the blood of the Gove~ nanters who signed their names fo~ Christ, dipping their pens into the veins of their own arms opened for that pur- pose. How every fiber of your nature thrills as I mention the names of Robert Bruce and the Campbells and Cochrane: I bespeak for this royal exile of my text the love and the service of all Scotch ex- iles. Some of you are Englishmen. Your ancestry served the Lord. Have I no~ read the sufferings of the Haymarket? And have I not seen in Oxford the very spot where Ridley and Latimer mounted the red chariot? Some of your ancestors heard George Whitefield thunder, or hearst Charles Wesley sing, or heard John Bunyan tell his dream of the celestial city, and the cathedrals under the shadow of which some of you were born had in t]mir grandest organ roll the name of the Messiah. I bespeak for the royal exile of my ,ser- mon the love and the service of all. Eng, lish exiles. Yes, some of you came*from the island of distress over which hunger, on a throne of human skeletons, sat queen. All efforts at amelioration halted by mas, sacre. Procession of famines, procession~ of martyrdoms marching front northerd channel to Cape Clear and from the Irist/ sea across to the Atlantic. An island no~ bounded as geographers tell us, but aa every philanthropist knows--bounded on~ the north and the south and the east and the west by woe which no human politics can alleviate and only Almighty God can assuage. Land of Goldsmith's rhythm, and Shertdan's wit, and 0'Connelrs elo- quence, and Edmund Burke's statesman- ship, and O'Brien's sacrifice. Another Patmos with its apocalypse of blood. Yet you canDot think of it to-day without hav- ing your eyes blinded with emotion, for there your ancestors sleep in gra'ves, some of which they eutered for lack of bread. For this royal exile of my sermon I be- speak the love and the service of all Irish exiles. Yes, some of you are from Get, many, the land of Luther, and some of you are from Italy, the land of Garibaldi, and some of you are from France, the land of John Calvin, one of the three mighties of the glorious reformation. Some of you are descendants of the Puri- tans, and they were exiles, and son~e of you are descendants of the Huguenots, and they were exiles, and some of you are descendants of the Holland refugees, and they were exiles. Heaven the Exile's Home. Some of you were born on the banks of the Yazoo or the Savannah, and you are now living in this latitude; some of you on the banks of the Kennebec or at the foot of the Green mountains, and you ~'c here now; some of you on the prairies of tlm West or the tablelands, and you are here now. Oh, how many of us far away from home! All of us exiles. This is not our home. Heaven is our home. Oh, I am so glad when the royal exile went back he left the gate ajar or left it wide open. "Going home!" That is the dying ex- clamation of the majority of Christians. I have seen many Christians die. I think nine out of ten of them in the last moment say, "Going home." Going home out of banishment and sin and sorrow and sad- ness. Going home to join in the hilarities of our parents and our dear children wh, have aIre'tdy departed. Going home to Christ. Going hom.e to God. Going home to stay. Where are your loved ones that died in Christ? You pity them. Ah, they ought to pity you ! You are an exile far from home. They arehome! Oh, what a time it will be for you when the gate- keeper of heaven shall say: "Take off that rough sandal• The journey's ended. Put down that saber. The battle's won. Put off that iron coat of mail and put on the robe of conqueror." At that gate of tri- umph I leave you to-day, only readi{~g three tender cantos translated from the Italian. If You ever heard anything sweeter, I never did, although I cannot adopt all its theology: 'Twas whispered one morning in heaven How the little child "mgel May, In the shade of the great while portal, Sat sorrowing night and day; How she said to the stately warden, He of the key and bar: "Oh, angel, sweet angel, I pray you Set the beautiful gates ajar, Only a little, I pray you, ~t the beautiful gates ajar. "1 cau hear my mother weeping. She is lonely; she cannot set i A glimmer of light in the darkness When the gates shut after me. Oh, turn me the key, sweet angel, The splendor will shine so far." But the warden answered, "I dare not Set the beauHful gates ajar~' Spoke low and answered, "I dare not Set the beautiful gates ajar." Then up rose Mary, the blessed, Sweet Mary, the mother of Christ, Her hand on the hand of the angel She ]aid, and her toucli sufficed. Turned was the key in the portal, Fell ringing the golden bar, And, lo, in the little child's fingers Stood the beautiful gates ajar, In the little child's angel fingers Stood the beautiful gates ajar. Wooden De,eases. Life was very insecure in mediaeval times. It was usuM for people to sleep on a bed which was surrounded by sides of board, with strong posts at the four corners. These sides contained sliding doors, which could be fastened inside. ,When men retired to rest they took a weapon with them. If attacked in the night, they were aroused by the noise made by the crashing in of their wooden defenses, and were able to de- fend themselves. When the law be- came strong enough to protect human life, the sides of the bedstead were gradually dispensed with, but the four posts remained, The box-like bed still from other lands. Some of you are Scotch- survives in the rural parts of Scotland, men. I see it in your high cheek bones and is almost necessary where the and in the color that illumines your face when I mention the land of your nativity, earthen floors and lml~rfeet ceillngs Bonny Scotland! Dear old kirkl Some cause much damp. Emily Br(mte in of your ancestors sleeping in Greyfriars "Wutherlng Helght~," describes one of numsion MRS. EDMUND'BAYLISS. the fire scraping at an old violin~ most disastrous result. ~rhe Blue-Blooded Wife of Gotham's t~e laid tile violin on the bed, New Society Leader. started away to the stalble with Mrs. Edmund L. Bayliss was a Van imrses. Mr. ~rhitcomb at on e tool Rensselaer, aud hence, so far as blue the violin, tuned it, and when A blood is concerned, is in every way returned was playing light and ben qualified to lead those laborious aud ful airs. Amos was eutmnced. He weary persons who nmke up the 4()0~ down and, nlouth wide open in w 300, 35 or whatever it is, of New York's watched the nlusici'u~. Then Mr. society. That is to say, she is qualified comb struck up "fIail Columbia," to assist her husband iu leading, for the the youth could bear it no longer, l real king of Gothaln's best people is sprang to his feet. "If I had fifty dollars," cried he, " give it all for that fiddle! I never h .~ SIICil nlusie," Mr. ~Vhitcomb said nothing, but :~ on phlying. By aud by, wheu he h finished, he hid the violin on the ), This was tim young man's opportu ,I .4 IIe spl~ng up, seized the instrume ; c~rried it to the fire where he cot see more plainly, and turned it o and over, examining every part. "Mister," he s'lng out, in high exe: 'i~~~~~. ~ ment, "I never in my life see two: ~"-~#/~M~, ~ .~ dles so much alike as yours and rain • g / # / - .- C.r.iva, ,,all Vr scs. \ The designing of fancy dresses MEg. EDMUND BA.YLISS. carnival balls is au art in Munlcll ~! Mr.~Baytiss himself. This gentlemen, it Paris, and tile political event, of will be remembered, has been selected hour, the social fad of the latest by some occult and iuscrutable agency entitle discovery is promptly r t ~ ce to fill the place left vacant by the pass- b5 the costumers. :rim Roentoen ing of Ward 5IcAllicter. It is odd that covery of the uses of the cathode the dead man's foremost canon shouhl was not two weeks ohl when one of t have been so disregarded in this nmt- reigning beauties of the Bavarian ca tel'. Mr. Bayliss has a visible means of support• Ite is a pretty good law- yet'. His wife has an attractive person- ality and a pretty face. She lias the name of being the most graceful waltz- er in New York. She has any nnmber you please of exquisite gowns, and many women copy her in this respect. But so well does she understand the art of dressing that it is said that some of her women friends even are not able to recollect more than half the details of ainy new eostunle she wears, seen but once. As for the men, they don't know anything at all about it. She is remembered by them, not for the gor- geousness or the simplicity of her ,tttlre, but by what she said and did during the evening. Her salon--if a New York drawing-room may be so designated-- is much sought after, and she will be an invaluable aid to her husba'nd in his new duties. X R.~Y MASQUEI¢~DE DRESS. AUTHOR OF A FAMOUS BOOK. "Ton~ Brown's Schopl Days" Brought a Fortune to Thon~as tiughes. There died in London recently a man who, aFchough his name is not a fa- iniliar one, was nevertheless kn(~wu tal appeared at a court ball in unique and somewhat startling tmne here reproduced. Beneath a fluffy cloud of gauze cry the fair masquerader wore watered silk skirt and clo~ basque, upon which had been on which his sole claim to fa]ne rests. As Th(~mae Hughes he( was copapara- lively unknown, but what schoolboy is ~'here In the land tha~ has not read wdrh kben delight that bes¢ kno.wn production o~ his pen, "Tom Brown s School Days?" Thomas Hughes was born In Berk- shire in 1823. He w~ts educated at Rugby and later graduated from Ox- ford. He was prominent xt at~hle'tics in college. After leaving school he was admi~:ted~ to the bar and sat in Parliament from 1865 to 1874. During this time he paid a visit to the Unl'ted Sta~es an4 afterward est~bltshed the Rugby C(~lony in Tennessee, whleh turned ou~t to be a failure. It was in 1857, when a comparative- to t,housands of pec~ple in this coun- painted the principal bones of th~ try by one of the books he wrote and man frame. The ribs, collar arms, thigh bones and spine were lined in black upon the ground." The idea Was above the neck, nor below and a pair of roguish eyes through 'a satin mask. Tlie thing was daintY in 'its ' execution~ What the Tablespoon A cheerful lad Vhis picture s~-mw~; : W'hat makes him glad, do you su *o He has just had ten buckurh~at k The kind, no doubt, your motiher Not satisfied witch half a score 2~his greedy youngster begs for THOMAS IIUGHES. ly obscure barrister, Chat he wrote '~rom Brown's School Days." 'lXhe book instantly Jumped into popular favor and bronght a fortune to the author and also to the pu'bHshcr. The wonderful success of the book aston- ished Hughes as well as everybody else. He wrote several other books, mainly of a religiolis and political na- ture, among them a history of our civil war, bu~ none of them became very popular. Another iVlddle. 3n.mes Whitcomb Was a promlnont citizen of Indiana in her early days, and he was not only a politician, but one of the best amateur musicians in the country. He composed several pieces foe~ ~e 71olin, which was his own chosen Instrument, and many are the ~tories told of him and his fiddle. • .t one time he was travelling from Indianapolis to Eastern Indiana, and stopped fro. the night at a house on a lonely road, He entered the cabin with A tearful lad thi.~ picture shows; What makes him sad, do you supposM He does feel bad--that is quite plaim He must be i D~ most awful l~ain. . He is. His pa says ,he can"t take Another soli.tary cake. A Pleasant Frolic. After the dissipated Duke of ton had been nan'ating his Dean Swift said to him, "My lord, me recommend one more to you, a frolic to be good; rely upon It, vetll find it the pleasantest frolic When a man goes,~