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Algona, Iowa
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fttalt -" j i V HAtJ been •fdtislng sermon, and the Cbllld ttet Stand it.-, They resolved td db IS men sometlmeg would like to da in this day, if they dared, with some plain preacher df fighteoulfless— kill •' him, the only way td silence this man -• ;Was to knodk the breath out of him, ' ,,80 the*y rashed Stephen out of the gates Of'the city, and with curse, and whoop, ' and bellow, they brought him to the cliff, as was the custom when they wanted to take away life by stoning. Having brought him to the edge of the cliff, they pushed him off. After he had fallen they came and looked down, and seeing that he was not yet dead, they began to drop stones upon him, stone after stone. Amid this horrible rain of missiles, Stephen clambers up on his knees and folds his hands, while the blood drips from his temples; and then, looking up, he makes two prayers—one for himself and one for his murders. "Lord Jesus, receive my spirit;" that was for himself. "Lord, lay not this sin to their charge;" that was for his • murderers. Then, from pain and loss of blood, he swooned away and fell asleep. I want to show you to-day five pictures. Stephen gazing into heaven.. Stephen ,, looking at Christ. Stephen stOned.'Ste- phen In his; dying prayer. Stephen i asleep. First, look at Stephen gazing into heaven. Before you take a leap you want to know where you are going to land. Before you climb a ladder you want to know to what point the ladder reaches. And it was right that Stephen, within a few moments of heaven, should he gazing Into It. We would all do wel} to be found In the same posture. There Is enough in heaven to keep us gazing. A man of large wealth may ' have statuary In the hall, and paintings In the sitting-room, and works of art in all parts of the house, but he has the chief pictures in the art gallery, and there hour after hour you walk with catalogue and glass and ever-Increas- ,ing admiration. Well, heaven Is the gallery where God has gathered the v chief treasures of his realm. The whole universe is his palace. In this lower room where we stop there are many adornments; tessellated floor of 1 amethyst, and on the winding cloud- 1 stairs are stretched out canvas on which commingle azure, and purple, . and saffron, and gold. But heaven Is the gallery In which the chief glories are gathered. There are the brightest robes. There are the richest crowns. There are the highest exhilarations. St. John says of it: "The kings of the earth shall bring their honor and glory Into it." And I see the,procession forming, and in the line come all empires, and the stars spring up Into an arch for the hosts to march under. They keep step to the-sound of earthquake and the pitch of the avalanche from the mountains, and the flag they bear is the flame of a consuming world, and all heaven turns out with harps and trumpets an£ myriad-voiced acclamation of angelic dominions to welcome them in, and so the kings of the earth bring their honor and glory into it. Do you wonder that good people often stand, like Ste• phen, looking into heaven? We have many friends their. There is not a man here so isolated in life but there is some one in heaven Vitb whom he once shook hands. As a man gets older, the number of his • celestial acquaintances very rapidly multiplies. We have not had one' J g}impse of them since the night we , kissed them good-bye, and they went but still we stand gazing at 6f Christ, and put tifefn trgmft Mi rnrnn i«w tsjwitt-MMi m fcffi «« "f l«r en earth, you will never gee &fad hear hlte in hmnb, L&ofel There- he i§! fiehbld the Lanttf ef tfed! Catt ym set see him? fhea to Gad td take the scales erf yduf- L»ak that way— tfy. to ioek th« *ay ( tils votes ce&es down to you this dajr-*eomes lo the blindest, to deafest soul,' saying, "Look uftfo tag, all ye ends df the earth, 'and be ye Saved, for 1 am God, and there is fione till Jpfm" ibfttit „„.,,..„.. ", ftfcal dirnettet ffll fttt ttkftf "-."' What gats mn *m td tmm ft? What Proclamation of universal eman .clpatioa for all slaves, fell Me, ye who know most of -the world's history, what other king ever asked the doned, and the forlorn, and the wretched, and the outcast to come and sit he- side him? oh, wonderful invitation! ¥ou can take it to-day, and stand at the head of the darkest alley in all this city, and say, "Come! Clothes for your rags, salve for your sores, a throne for your eternal reigning." A Christ that talks like that and acts like that, and pardons like that— do you wonder that Stephen stood looking at him? I hope to spend eternity doing the same thing. 1 must see him; I must look upon that face once clouded with my sin, but now radiant with my pardon. I want to touch that hand that knocked off my shackles. I want to hear the voice that pronounced my deliverance. Behold him, little children; for if you live to three-score years and ten, you will see none so fair. Behold him, ye aged ones; for he only can shine through the dimness of your failing eyesight. Behold him, earth. Behold him, heaven. What a moment when all the nations of the saved shall gather around Christ! All faces 'that way. All thrones that way, gazing oh Jesus. ,' His worth if all the nations knew Sure the whole earth would love him, too. f v . heaven. As when some of our friends |ff-go across the sea, we stand on the dock, on the steam-tug, and watch them, " after awhile the hulk of the vessel fJ'disappears, and then there is only a s, patch of sail on the sky, and soon that '•-"- gpne, and they are all out of sight, we stand looking in the same so when ourtfriends go away u§ into, the future world we keep down through the Narrows, and -and gazing" as though we ex- tbat they would come out and '3tftB4 on sopa cloud, and give us one -f their blissful ana trans- you long tP Join thejp , a^d the jjears and the days *»? h tedium that they break" |ieajt ( and the vipers pf ' bereavement keep* gnawing wil} etasd, like ste' into saw .wo»aei' }f they wojild «» w » SP now, and look at Stephen stoned. The world-has always wanted to get rid of good men. Their very life is an assault upon wickedness. Out with Stephen through the gates of the city. Down with him over the precipices. Let every man come up and drop a stone upon his head. But these men did not so much kill Stephen as they killed themselves. Every stone rebounded upon them. While these murderers were transfixed by the'scorn of all good men, Stephen lives In the admiration of all Christendom. Stephen' stoned, but Stephen alive. So all good men must be pelted. "All who'will live godly in Christ Jesus must suffer persecution." It is no eulogy of a man to say that everybody likes him. Show me any one who is doing all his duty to state or church, and I will show you scores of men who utterly abhor him. If all men speak well of you, it Is because you are either a laggard or a dolt. If a steamer makes rapid progress through the waves,.the water will boil and foam all around It. Brave soldiers of Jesiis Christ will hear the carbines click. When I see a man with voice, and money, and Influence all on the right side, and some caricature him, and some sneer at him, and some denounce "him, and men who pretend to be actuated by right motives conspire to cripple him, to cast him out, to destroy him, I say "Stephen stoned." . When I see a man in some great moral or religious reform battling against grog shops,, exposing wickedness in high places, by active means, trying to purify the church and better the world's estate, and I find that the newspapers anathematize him, and men, even good men, oppose him and denounce him, because, though he does good, he does not do it in their way, I say, "Stephen stoned." But you notice, my friends, that while they assaulted Stephen they did not succeed really in killing him. You may assault a good man but you can not kill him. On the day* of his death, Stephen spoke before a few people in the Sanhedrim; this Sabbath morning" he addresses all Christendom. Paul the Apostle stood on Mars' hill addressing a handful of philosophers who knew not so much about science as a modern schoolgirl. To-day he talks to all the millions of Christendom about the wonders of Justification and the glories of resurrection, John Wesley was howled down by the mob to whom he preached, and they threw bricks at him, and they denounced him, and they jostled him, and they spat upon him, and yet today, In all lands, he Is admitted to be the great father of Methodism, Booth's bullet vacated the presidential chair; but from that spot of coagulated blood on the floor in the box of Ford's theater 'there sprang up the new life of a nation. Stephen stoned, but Stephen alive, Pass on now, and see Stephen in his dying prayer. Hie first thought wds not bow the stones hurt hie bead, nor what would become of his body, Hjs first thought was about his spirit, "kord Jesus, repe>ye my spirit." The murderer standing OP the trap-door, the black cap being drawn over bis bea4 before execnttyn, may grimace about the future; but, you and i have £0'shame in epnf ess Jjjg 1 some anxiety • where we arg going to come gut, ire, npt ajj bpdy, There is, within J wp it' gleap, fr«p your ... yfl . w f ygs ' , it has gst M^fld $& ifttl ef mt Will there be tsrches lighted fdf it the f«si ef the Mt? Will the Soilhhafe te t?ft¥ei ifit-Wgh- Idfii desef IB beFb're it feicheS the good land? M w« sfestild lftS6 0« flathwW, will there be a caStle at whose gate we May ask the way to the eity? dh, this mysterious spirit within us! ft has two wing§, hut it is in a cage fiow. It iS locked fast to keep it; but let tho doof of this cage open the least, and that soul is off, Eagle's', wing could not catch it, The lightnings are nbt swift enough to eoifle up with it When the soul leaves the body it' takes fifty worlds at a hound. And have 1 no an** lety about it? Have you tto anxiety about it? We may be too feeble to employ either of these familiar forms; but this prayer of Stephen is so short, Is so con* else, Is so earnest, is so comprehensive, we surely will be able to say that; "Lord Jesus, receive my spirit." Oh t If that prayer Is answered, how sweet it will be to die! This world is clever enough to us. Perhaps it has treated us a great deal better than we deserve to be treated; but If on the dying pillow there shall break the light of that better world, we shall have not more re* gret than about leaving a small, dark, damp house for one large, beautiful, and capacious. That dying minister In Philadelphia, some years ago, beauti- ' fully depicted it when, In the last moment, he .threw up his hands arid cried out: "I move into the light!" Pass on now, and I will show you one more picture, and that Is Stephen asleep. With a pathos and simplicity peculiar to the Scriptures, : the text says of Stephen: "He fell asleep." "Oh," you say, "what a place that was to sleep! A hard rock under, him, stones falling down upon him, the blood streaming, the mob 'howling. What a; pi ace It was to sleep!" And yet my text takes that symbol of slumber to describe his departure, so sweet was it, so contented was it", so peaceful was It. Stephen had lived a very laborious life. • His chief work had been to care for the poor. How many loaves of bread he had distributed, how many bare feet he had sandalled, how many cots of sickness and distress he had blessed with ministries of kindness and love, I do not know: yet from the way he lived, and the way he preached, and the way he died, I know he was a laborious Christian. But that Is all over now. He has pressed the cup to the last fainting lip. He has taken the last Insult from his enemies. The last stone to whose crushing weight .he is susceptible has been hurled. Stephen is dead! The disciples come! They take him up! They wash away the blood from the wounds. They straighten out the : bruised limbs. They brush back the tangled hair from the brow, and then they pass around to look upon the calm countenance of him who had lived for the poor and died for the truth. Stephen asleep! I have seen the sea driven with the hurricane until the tangled foam caught In the rigging, and wave rising •above wave seemed as if about to storm the. heavens, and then I have seen the tempest drop, and the waves • crouch, and everything become smooth and burnished as though a camping place for the glories of heaven. So I have seen a man, whose life has been tossed and driven, coming down at last to an infinite calm, in,' which there was a hush of heaven's lullaby. Stephen asleep! I saw such an one. He fought all his days against poverty and against abuse. They traduced his name. They rattled at the door-knob while he was dying with duns for debts he could not pay; yet the peace of God brooded over his pillow, and while the world faded, heaven dawned, and .the deepening twilight of earth's night was only the opening twilight of heaven's morn, Not a sigh. Not a tear. Not a struggle. Hush! Stephen asleep, I have not the faculty as many have to tell the weather, I can never tell by the setting sun whether there will be a drought or not. I cannot tell by the blowing of the wind whether It will be fair weather or foul on the morrow, But I can prophesy, and I will prophesy what weather it will be when you, the Christian, come to die, You may have It very rough now. It may be this week one annoyance, the next another annoyance, It may be this year one bereavement, the next another bereavement, But at the last Christ will come in and darkness will go out. And though there may be no hand to close your eyes, and no breast on which to rest your dying head, and no candle to lift the night, the odors of God's hanging garden will regale your seul, and at ypur bedside wjll halt the chariots of the King.v No more rents to pay, no mpre agpny because fleur has gone up, no more struggle with "the wprld, the flesh, and the devil;" but peace- long, deep, everlasting peace. Stephen asleep! Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep, From which npne ever wake to weep; A calm and i}ndis,turbed repose, Uninjured by the last of foes. Asleep in Jesus, far from thee Thy ,Wn, ang thy grave? may be; ' But there' Is stiJJ a blessed sleep, whlpb n,pi)e ever to weep, f_pr pne day. one .c&» sucee.ssfuUy, examine ?npr& than, gve, pictures in a day. Therefore, we g|;ong4; §J»§ter o| g&zlpg at J]| h.(s tH'B fcdfcrliic** Id* Me* id It** £abii»it*d df f h«* life and ' (PaHs Correspondence,) " ft 1883. IN Tfitfi preface t6 his "SouVenlfS d'feii- fetKie et de Jeu* nesse,*' Eriie6t fte- ttail Sbokfc thiiS: "The person who had the greatest ifc fluence on my Ufa — 1 mean my sister tetenfiette—has al- tnost no place in this book. In September, 1862, a year after the death of that precious friend, 1 wrote for the few persons Who had known her a little book sacred to her memory. Only a hundred copies were printed. My sister was so modest, she had such aversion to the noise of the World, that I should have thought I saw her reproaching me from her tomb if I had given those pages to the public. At times I have had the thought of joining them to this volume. Then It seemed to me that there woud be a kind of profanation in that. The little book about my sister was read with sympathy by a few persons who had kindly feelings toward her and toward me. I must not expose a memory that Is holy to me to the rough criticisms which form part of the rights a man acquires over a book when he buys it. It seemed to me that In Inserting these pages on my sister In a volume offered for sale I should be acting as badly as If I exposed her portrait fqr sale In an auction room. The book will, therefore, not be reprinted till after I am dead. Perhaps, then, there may be added to It a few letters from my friend which I shall select myself." In a codicil to his will, dated Nov. 4, 1888, Renan wrote: "My wife will de- 1891 thdftiMs iftd gia**ny fofi%9d»li.* han'S fath'ef cants h<5me without its e«ptaiB. jfd enls ttlf kfiefr whether it was Suicide 6f tccidem 9h& sea gate tip the* trody. "It tffts 6uH6d ift the sands, where twice a day the waves eomS to visit it." "FVom that moment," says the au- th'of of "Ma fioeuf JienfietteY' "ouf. condition was poverty." one df Ernest's brothers, his sefiidf by fifteen years, went to Paris to seek his fortune, While Henrietta ottly 1? yearS bid, undertook to bring up hef little flve-year^old brother, gave lessons, and provided With difficulty for the iiecessi* ties of life. A suitor presented himself, but she refused to marry, considering herself bound to look after her younger bfother. At last she left home, going to Paris in the hope of earning more money, and in 1838 dalled Ernest Renan to her there and made him enter the little seminary of St. Nicholas du Chardonnet, directed then by M. Du- panloup, later the celebrated Bishop of Orleans. But another separation Was to occur | Mile. Renah, wishing to pay in full debts left by the disastrous speculations of her father, accepted a place as governess in the family of the Count Zamoyski, a rich Polish family, whose home was the castle of Clemensow In Austria, tt was during this absence that the religious crisis came to a head in Renan's mind, that led to his giving up the priest's career. His sister had been led by the absolute sincerity of her'-convictions into a similar condition of mind. "When I told her of the doubt that tortured me and made it my duty to Abandon a career where absolute faith is necessary," writes Renan, "she was delighted, and offered to help me in this difficult transition." But first he must assure his material existence. He entered a boarding school where he obtained food and lodging for his services. Mile. Renan added to this 1,200 francs, all her savings. "Those 1,200 francs were the cornerstone of my life. I never used them all, but they gave me the tranqulllty of mind necessary for me to think at my ease, and saved me from overburdening .RENAN'S QUARTERS IN SYRIA. (Where Henriette Renan Died.) cide in what form my little volume of recollections of my sister, Henrlette, shall be made public." Death having prevented Mme. Renan from carrying out her husband's wishes, It is M. Ary Renan, his son, the well-known painter, who has attended to them, and has in consequence brought out a new edition of "Ma soeur Henrlette." The book, published by Calmann Levy,. is charming, simply and gracefully gotten up, as should be a monument erected, to a beloved memory. It is, adorned with many designs by Ary Renan and Henry Scheffer, brother of Mme. Renan, and of Ary Scheffer, the painter, and by portraits of Ernest Renan, when a young man, and of Henrlette Renan. The pictures represent the house in which Renan was born at Treguler; the cloister and cathedral of Treguler, under whose shadow the future author of the "Vie de Jesus" was brought up, and the house at Amschit in Syria, in which Renan and his sister lived so long during the period of the mission given him by Napoleon III., where Mile. Renan died of fever. Renan's father was a sailor. He was drawn into large speculations. Not at all fitted for business, simple and uncalculating, constantly checked by that timidity which makes of a sailor a veritable child in practical life, he saw his fortune sink JJttle ,by abyss wfcpse dejptfee he If Jg BenJijae'ntaJ a^d, n.ot hol4 gut szainj withdrew %w$mw jM* j Jnto an trials; in, me, , "the • 4eY^t^tieft tbut , anfl njjlsJ.Qriu.n.e werfced, upo.n, that jsweet wftif ftttsMWl. Jtopt to of p<wpa,tjo,a t myself with hack work that would have stifled me." The year 1850 was at last to reunite brother and sister. Then began in that house, No. 1 in the Rue du Val de Grace, retired and quiet, a life of common work. Mile. Renan had acquired a very flne education, to which her brother devotes pages in which he shows treasures of affectionate emotion. "Our solitude was absolute. She had no acquaintances and did not try to make any. Our windows opened on the garden of the Carmelites of the Rue d'Bnfer. The life of those recluses, during the long hours I spent at the library, in a way regulated hers and was her only amusement. Our views on God and, the world were in general identical. There was no shade, howsoever delicate, in the theories I was then forming that she did not understand. On many points of modern history which she had studied in the sources she was ahead of me,' The general plan of my career, the design to be inflexibly sincere, that I was forming was so much the combined product of our two consciences that had I been tempted to prove false to it she would have been near me, like another part of myself, to recall me to my duty. Her share In the direction of my ideas was thus very extensive. * * * So we lived for six years, a life of very high and pure thoughts." It will be easily understood what the fear of the rivalry of another woman's affection must have meant to this loving soul. When Renan came to tell bis sister that he was trying to win the band of Mile. Corn611e Scheffer, the niece of Ary Scheffer, he was so upset that be would have given up his plans if Mile, Renan bad not succeeded in drawing from her devotion the .courage not only to get the better of hej feelings, but even to love the woman who was to become her sister, Intrusted in i860 with a scientific mission to Phoenicia, Renan took hjs sister with him, In the course of the journey they both contracted the Syrian fever, with which he wag to suffer cruelly and pf which Mile. He&rJette Renan was to die in the little village of Amschit. "There she still is," W j\ote her brother in 1863. "I hesitate to take her away from those beautiful moun* tains where she spent such pleasant hoijrs, from am9»i the people who loved her, tQ place her in pur gloomy cenjeterjes that jyietj &er >ylth horror, Undoubtedly i flesire/tj^t sp,jn e flay she sb,a,U be near W; b«t Wfeo ea,jj ten in wha,t poiw Qf the wpr$ b,s,wui res t? 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