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WE ARE ALL GLEANERS. -
DR. TALMAGE'S SERMON ON THE
MEETING OF BOAZ AND RUTH.-
Ag
UTH.
a' Discourse Especially Appropriate to
the Thanksgiving Season—It Includes
alb Exhortation to All Regarding the
Duty of Lire.
BROOKLYN, Dec. 2—A sermon redolent
with the breath of the vast harvest
fields of America, indicates that Dr.
Talmage has found in the scones
through which he has been traveling
and in his present surroundings, sug-
gestions of gospel lessons. His text is
taken from Ruth ii, 3: "And she
went and came and gleaned in the field
after the reapers ; and her hap was to
light on a part of the field belonging
unto Boaz, who was of the kindred of
Elimelech."
The time that 13<uth and Naomi arrive
at Bethlehem is harvest time. It was
the old custom when a sheaf fell from
the load in the harvest field for the
reapers to refuse to gather it up ; that
was to be left for the poor who might
happen to come that way. If there
were handfuls of grain scattered across
the field after the main harvest had
been reaped, instead of raking it, as
farmers do now, it was, by the custom
of the land, Left in its place, so that the
poor coming along that way might
glean it and get their bread. But yon
say. "What is the use of all these har-
vest fields to Ruth and Naomi? Naomi
is too old and feeble to go out and toil
in the sun; and can , you expect that
Ruth, the young and the beautiful,
should tan her cheeks and blister her
hands in the harvest field ?"
Boaz owns a largo farm, and he goes
out to see the reapers gather in the
grain. Coming there, right behind the
swarthy, sun browned reapers, he bo -
holds a beautiful woman gleaning—a
woman more fit to bend to harp or sit
upon a throne than to stoop among the
sheaves. Ah, that was an eventful day !
It was love at first sight. Boaz forms
an attachment for the womanly gleaner
—an attachment full of undying inter-
est to the Church of God in all ages;
while Ruth, with an ephah, or nearly a
bushel of barley, goes home to Naomi
to tell her the success and adventures
of the day. That Ruth, who left her
native land of darkness, and journeyed
through an undying affection for her
mother-in-law, is in the harvest field of
Boaz, is affianced to one of the best
families in Judah, and becomes in after
time the andestress of Jesus Christ, the
Lord of Glory i Out of so dark a night
did there ever dawn so bright a morn-
ingl
I learn in the first place from this sub-
ject how trouble Levelops character. It
was bereavement, poverty and exile
that developed, illustrated and announc-
ed to all ages the sublimity of Ruth's
character. That is a very unfortunate
man who has no trouble. It was sor-
row that made John Bunyan the better
dreamer, and Dr. Young the better
poet and O'Connell the better orator,
and Bishop Hall the better preacher,
and Havelock the better soldier, and
Kitto the better encyclopedist, andRuth
the better daughter-in-law.
I once asked an aged man in regard
to his pastor, who was a very brilliant
man, "Why is it that your pastor so
very brilliant. seome. to have ea little
tenaerness rn nig sermons r-' We11; lie
replied, "the ason jl, our pastor has
never had any ftioiible;�When, misfor-
tune comes upon Minhie' style will be
different." After awhile the Lord took
a child out of- that pastor's house, and
though the preacher was just as brilliant
as he was before, oh, the warmth, the
tenderness of his discourses ! The fact
is that trouble is a great educator. You
see sometimes a musician sit down at an
instrument, and his execution is cold
and formal and unfeeling The reason
is that all his life he has been prospered.
But let misfortune or bereavement come
to that man, and he sits down at the in-
strument, and you discover the pathos
in the first sweep of the keys. Misfor-
tune and trials are great educators.
A young doctor comes into a sick-
room where there is a dying child. Per-
haps he is very rough in his prescrip-
tion, and very rough in bis manner and
rough in the feeling of the pulse, and
rough in his answer to the mother's
anxious question, but the years roll on
and there has been one dead in his own
house, and now he comes into the sick-
room, and with tearful eye he looks at
the dying child and he says, "Oh ! how
this reminds me of my Charlie!'
Trouble, the great educator ! Sorrow—I
see its touch in the grandest painting; I
hear its tremor in the sweetest song, I
feel its power in the mightiest argu-
ment.
Grecian mythology said that the foun-
tain of Hippocrene was struck out by
the foot of the winged horse, Pegasus.
I have often noticed in life that the
brightest and most beautiful fountains
of Christian comfort and spiritual life
have been struck out by the iron shod
hoof of disaster and calamity. I
see Daniel's courage boat by
the flash of Nebuchadnezzar's fur-
nace. I see Paul's prowess best
when I find him on the floundering ship'
under the glare of the lightning- in the
breakers of Melita. God crowns his
children amid the howling of wild
beasts and the chopping of blood splash-
ed guillotine and the crackling fires of
martyrdom.
It took the persecutions of Marcus
Aurelius to develop Polycarp and Jus-
tin Martyr. It took the pope's bull,and
the cardinal's curse, and the world's
anathema to develop Martin Luther.
It took all the hostilities against the
Scotch Covenanters and the fury of
Lord Claverhouse to develop James
Renwick and Andrew Melville, and
Hugh McKail, the glorious martyrs of
Scotch history. It took the stormy sea,
and the December blast and the desolate
New England coast, and the warwhoop
of savages to show forth the prowess of
the Pilgrim fathers—
When amid the storms they sang,
And the stars heard, and the sea;
And the Hounding aisles of the dim wood
Rang to the anthem of the free.
It took all our past national distresses,
and it takes all our present national Bor-
rows, to lift up our nation on that high
career where it will march along after
the foreign despotism that have mocked
and the tyrannies that have jeered shall
bo swept down under the omnipotent
wrath of God, who hates oppression,
and who, by the strength of his own
red right arm, will make all men free.
And so it is individually, and in the
family, and in the church, and in the
world, that through darkness and
storm and trouble men, women,
churches, nations, Are developed.
Again, I see in my text the beauty of
unfaltering friendship. tI suppose there
were plenty of friends for Naomi while
she was in prosperity. But of all her
acquaintances, how many were willing
to trudge off with her toward Judea,
when she had to make that lonely jour -
hey 1 One—the heroine of my text.
One—absolutely one. I suppose when
Naomi's husband was living, and they
had plenty of money. and all things
went well, they had a great many call-
ers. But I suppose that after her hus-
band died, and her property went, and
she got old and poor, she was not trou-
bled very much with callers. All the
birds that sang in the bower while the
sun shone have gone to their nests, now
the night has fallen.
Oh. these beautiful sunflowers that
spread out their color in the morning
hour ! But they aro always asleep
when the sun goes down ! Job had
plenty of friends when he was the rich-
est man in Uz ; but when his property
went and the trials came, then there
wore hone so much that pestered as Eli-
phaz the Temanite, and Bildad the
Schuhite and Zophar the Naamathite.
Life often seems to be a more game,
where the successful player pulls down
all the other, men into his own lap. Let
suspicions arise about a man's charac-
ter, and he becomes like a bank in a
panic, and all the imputations rush on
him and break down in a day that char-
acter which in due time would have had
strength to defend itself. There are
reputations that have been half a cen-
tury in building which go down under
some moral exposure, as a vast temple
is consumed by the touch of a sulphur-
ous match. A hog can uproot a century
plant.
In this world, so full of heartlessness
and hypocrisy, how thrilling it is to find
some friend as faithful in days of adver-
sity as in days ofrospperity ! David
had such a friend in Uushai ; the Jews
had such a friend in Mordecai, who
never forgot their cause ; Paul had such
a friend in Onesiphorus, who visited him
in jail • Christ had such in the Marys,
who adhered to him on the cross ; Naomi
had such a one in Ruth, who cried out,
"Entreat me not to leave then, or to re-
turn from following after thee ; for
whither thou goest, I will go ; and
where thou lodgest I will lodge ; thy
people shall be my people, and thy God
•my good ; where thou diest will I die,
and there will I be buried ; the Lord do
so to me andmore also, if aught but
death part thee and me."
Again, I learn from this subject that
paths which open in hardship and dark-
ness often comes out in places of joy.
When Ruth started from Moab toward
Jerusalem, to go along with her mother-
in-law, I suppose the people said : "Oil,
what a foolish creature to go away from
her father's house too off with a poor
old woman toward the land of Judea!
They won't live to get across the desert.
They will be drowned in the sea, or the
jackals of the wilderness will destroy
them." It was a very dark morning
when Ruth started off with Naomi, but
beheld her in my text in the harvest
field of Boaz, to be affianced to ono of
the lords of the land, and become one of
the grandmothers of Jesus Christ, the
Lord of glory. And so it often is that
a path which starts very darkly ends
very brightly.'
When you started out for heaven, oh !
bow dark was the hour of conviction—
Sinai thundered and devils tormented
and the darkness thickened! All the
sins of your life pounced upon you, and
it was the darkest hour you ever saw
when you first found out your sins.
Atter awnire you went into the narvusi
field of God'smercy, you began to glean
in the fields of divine promise, and you
had more sheaves than you could carry
as the voice of God addressed you, say-
ing, "Blessed is the man whose trans-
gressions are ° forgiven and whose sins
are covered." A verg dark starting in
conviction. a very bright ending in the
pardon and the hope and the triumph of
the Gospel !
So, very often in our worldly busi-
ness or in our spiritual career we start
off on a very dark path. We must go.
The flesh may shrink back but there is
a voice within, or a voice from above,
saying, "You must go,"and we have to
drink the gall, and we have to carry
the cross, and we have to traverse the
desert, and we aro pounded and flailed
of misrepresentation and abuse, and we
have to edge our way through ten thou-
sand obstacles that have to be slain by
our own right arm. We have to ford
the river. we have to climb the moun-
tain, we have to storm the castle, but,
blessed be God the day of rest and re-
ward will come. On the tip-top of the
captured battlements we will shout the
victory; if not in this world, then in
that world where there is no gall to
drink, no burdens to carry, no battles
to fight. How do I know it ? Know it!
I know it because God says so—"They,
shall hunger no more, neither thirst
any more, neither shall the sun light on
them, nor any beat, for the Lamb which
is in the midst of the throne shall lead
them to living, fountains of water, and
God shall wipe all tears from their
eyes."
It was very hard for Noah to endure
the scoffing of the people in his day,
while he was trying to build the ark,
and was every morning quizzed about
his old boat that would never be of any
practical use. But when the deluge
came and the tops of the mountains dis-
appeared like the backs of sea monsters
and the elements, lashed up inl fury,
clapped their hands over a drowned
world. then Noah in the ark rejoiced in
his own safety and in the safety of his
family and looked out on the wreck of a
ruined earth.
Christ, houndod•of persecutors,denied
a pillow, worse maltreated than the
thieves on either side of the cross, hu-
man hate smacking its lips in satisfac-
tion after it had been draining his last
drop of blood, the sheeted dead bursting
from the sepulchres at his crucifixion.
Tell me, 0 Gethsemane and Golgotha !
were there ever darker times than
those ? Like the booming of the mid-
night sea against the rock, the surges
of Christ's anguish beat against the
gates of eternity, to be echoed back by
all the thrones of heaven and all the
dungeons of hell.
But the day of reward comes for
Christ; all the pomp and dominion of
this world are to be hung on his throne,
uncrowned heads are to bow before him
on whose head are many crowns, and
all the celestial worship is to come up
at his feet like the hamming of the for-
est, like the rushing of the waters, like
the thundering of the seas, while all
We -air -en, rising on their thrones, beat
time with their sceptres : "Hallelujah
for the Lord God omnipotent reigneth
Hallelujah, the kingdoms of this world
have become the kingdom of our Lord
Jesus Christ !"
That song of love, now low and far,
Ere long shall swell frem star to star;
That light, the breaking day which tips h
The golden-splred Apocalypse.
Again, I learn from my' subject that
events which seem to be most insignifi-
cant may be momentous. Can you
imagine anything more unimportant
than the coming of a poor woman from
Moab to Judea ? Can you imagine any-
thing more trivial than the fact that
this Ruth just happened to alight—as
they say—just happened to alight on
that field of Boaz? Yet all ages, all
generations, have an interest in the fact
that she was to become an ancestress of
the Lord Jesus Christ, and all nations
and kingdoms must look at that one
little incident with a thrill of unspeak-
able and eternal satisfaction. So it is in
your history and in mine ; events that
you thought of no importance at all
have been of very great moment. That
casual conversation, that accidental
meeting—you did not think of it again
for a long while ; but how it changed all
the current of your life !
It seemed to be of no importance that
Jubal invented rude instruments of
music, calling them harp and organ,
but they were the introduction of all the
world's minstrelsy. And as you hear
the vibration of a stringed instrument,
even after the fingers have been taken
away from it, so all music now of lute
and drum and cornet is only the long
continued strains of Jubal's harp and
Juliet's organ. It seemed to be a matter
of very little importance that Tubal
Cain learned the uses of copper and
iron, but that rude foundry of ancient
days ha f is echo in the rattle of Bir-
mingham machinery and the roar and
bang of factories on the Merrimac.
Again, I sec in my subject an illustra-
tion of the beauty of female industry.
Behold Ruth toiling in the harvest field
under the hot sun, or at noon taking
plain bread with the reapers, or eating
the parched corn which Boaz handed to
her. The customs of society of course
have changed, and without the hard-
ships and exposure to which Ruth was
subjected, every intelligent woman will
find something to do. I know there is
a sickly sentimentality on this subject.
In some families there aro persons of
no practical service to the household or
community, and though there are so
many woes all around them in the
world they spend their time languish-
ing over a new pattern or bursting into
tears at midnight over the story of
some lover who shot himself 1 They
would not deign to look at Ruth carry-
ing back the barley on her way home
to her mother-in-law, Naomi.
All this fastidiousness may seem to do
very well while they are under the shel-
ter of their fathers house ; but when
the sharp winter of misfortune comes,
what of these butterflies ? Persons
under indulgent parentage may get
upon themselves habits of indolence,
but when they come out into practical
lite their soul will recoil with disgust
and chagrin. They will feel In their
hearts what the poet so severely satir-
ized when ho said :
Folks aro so awkward, things so Impolite,
They're elegantly pained from morn till night.
Through that gate of indolence how
many men and women have marched,
useless on earth, to a destroyed eter-
nity! Spinola said to Sir Horace Vero :
"Of what did your brother die ?" "Of
having nothing to do," was the answer.
"Ah !" said Spinola "that's enough to
kill any general of us." Oh, can it be
possible fn this world, where there is se
much suffering to be alleviated, so much
darkness to be enlightened, and so many
burdens to be carried, that there is any
person who cannot find anything to do?
Once more I learn from.= subiect the
vacuo or gleaning, stutn going into
that harvest field might have said :
''"There is a straw and there is a straw,
but what is a straw? I can't get any
barley for myself or my mother-intlaw
out of these separate straws." Not so
said beautiful Ruth. She gathered two
straws and she put them together, and
more straws until she got enough to
make a sheaf. Putting that down she
went and gathered more strawsuntil
she had another sheaf,and another and
another, and then she brought them all
together and she threshed them out,
and she had an ephah of barley, nigh a
bushel. Oh, that we might all be
gleaners!
Elihu Burritt learned many things
while toiling in a blacksmith's shop.
Abercrombie, the world renowned phil-
osopher, was a physician in Scotland,
and he got his philosophy, or the chief
part of it, while as a physician he was
waiting for the door of the sick room to
open. Yet how many there are in this
day who say they are so busy they have
no time for mental or spiritual improve-
ments; the great duties of life cross
the field like strong reapers and
carry off all the hours, and there is
only here and there a fragment left that
is not worth gleaning. Ah, my triends,
you could go into the busiest 'lay and
busiest week of your life and find golden
opportunities, which gathered might at
last make a whole sheaf for the Lord's
garner. It is the stray opportunities and
the stray privileges which taken up and
bound together and beaten out will at
last fill you with much joy.
There are a few moments left worth
the gleaning. Now, Ruth, to the field !
May each one have a measure full and
running over ! Oh, you gleaners, to
the field ! And if there be in your
household an aged or a sick relative
that is not strong'' enough to come
forth and toil in this field, then lot
13 uth take home to feeble Naomi this
sheaf of gleaning, "He that goeth forth
and weepeth, bearing precious seed,
shall doubtless come again with rejoic-
ing, bringing his sheaves with him."
May the Lord God of Ruth and Naomi
be our portion forever !
A Remarkable City,
New York is remarkable for its cos-
mopolitan population. Of the 1,800,000
inhabitants reported by the last State
census 377,000 are aliens. Nearly every
one in five inhabitants is therefore not a
citizen. But thousands of citizens are
foreign born, and still retain their na-
tive language and customs. The Am-
erican born are, in fact, in a small
minority, numbering only 335,000.
Thero are more Germans and more
Irish in New York than there are native
born. The Russian colony (including
Poles) numbers 80,000, and there are
54,000 Italians. Nearly every race, re-
ligion and language are represented
here. Certain sections of the city are
as distinctly foreign in character and
population as any foreign city cou be.
This is one of the things that fake
New York so interesting, and also so
difficult to govern.' -New York Letter
to Philadelphia Ledger.
Ono of the Advantages.
Mrs. Dimplcton—I would like hotel
life, but I am so lonesome all day while
my husband is at the office.
Mrs. Cheltenham --Why don't—you
keep house ? Then you can spend your
spare time in thinking what you will
have for breakfast.—Burlington (Ia.)
Gazette.