The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1874-02-26
FEARER HOME.

Below we give the sweet hymn, 'Nearer
Home,n bg Phoebe Cary. This accompnsned ne
writer has gone to that Home" OF winch sne
sang SO plaintively:
One sweetly solemn thought
Comes to me DER and Ger,
I'm nearer my home to-day
Than ever have been before.
Nearer my Father's house,
Where the many mansions Dc;
Nearerthe great white throne,
Nearer the crystal sea.
Nearer the bound of life,
Where we lay our burden down;
!. Nearer leaving the cross, -
Nearer gaining the crown.
But tho waves Of that silent sea
Roll dark before my sight,
That brightly the other side ts'
Break on the shore Of light.
o, If my mortal feet
Have almost gained the brink;
IF it be am nearer home
Even to-day than think.
Father, perfect my trust,
Let my spirit feel in death
That her feet are firmly set
On the rock of G living faith.
A gentleman in China, intrusted with pack
aces for Young man from his friends in the
United States, learned that he would probably
be found In a certain gambling house He
went in, but not seeing the young man, sat
come In. The place was bediam OF noises,
men getting angry over their cards and fire.
uuentIy coming to blows. Near him sat two
men. one young, the other forty years OF age.
They were betting and drinking In terrible
way. the older one giving utterances continu-
ally to the foulest profanity. Two games had
besn finished, the young man losing each time.
The third game, with fresh bottles Of brandy,
had Just begun, and the young man sat lazity
cards. The man was long time dealing the
cards, and the young man, looking carelessly
about the room, began to hum tune. He
went ON, till at length he began to sing the
hymn of Phoebe Cary, above quoted. The
words, says the writer Of this story, repeated
a Sabbath School hymn in gambling den
But while the young. man sang, the elder
stopped dealing the cards, stared at the singer
moment, and throwing the cards on the floor,
hd aaITy yheFe Sa you tbat ane nas
you've been SINGING" The young man said he
did not know what he had been singing when
the elder repeated the words with tears In his
ewes, and the young man said hehad learned
them in Sunday School in America. "Come," /"
here's what have won from YOU; go and use
It for some good purpose. AS for me, as God
sees me, have played my last game and drank
my last bottle. have misled you, Harry, and
am sorry. Give me your hand, my boy, and
say that, TOR old Americas sake, # for no 9th
er, you viii quit this informal business" The
gentleman who told the story Originally pub
Isbed in the Boston Ns,ss) saw these two men
leaving the gambling house together, and walk
away arm in arm; and he remarks, 'It must
be source Of great Joy to Miss Cary. to know
that her lines, which have eomforted so many
Christian hearts, have been the means Of ava
kening in tho breast of two tempted and erring
mon on the other side Of the globe, a resolution
20 lead better Ife.' It was source Of great
toy TO Miss Cary, as we happen to know. Be.
xore rs lies private letter from her TO an aged
closed, and containing this comment: "I en-
close the hymn and the story for you. not be;
tEoughE You would feel peculiar interest in
them when you know the hymn was written
eighteen years ago (ls4g in your house
composed it LIS the hack third story bedroom,
one Sunday morning, after coming from
church; and it makes me very happy to think
that any word could say has done little
good In the world"