Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1875-11-15
THE FARNINGDALE LOCAL NAN IN
WY YORK AND BROOhLTN.

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The ladies' side of the boat is always the
| "Holy of IIolcs;' everybody is respect
full to the ladies' never smoke or spit, OF
crowd or jostle on that side. Everybody buys his
favorite paper at the landing, and Immediately gets
a place and goes 10 reading. Long lines of men
that cant get seats get near the lights IN the
evening as they can, and by the time they
have GOT across the river, know all the news
Among the papers il seems to us the lieraia IS
read most. The Sun being cheap paper has a
great circulation, but there is not much news in
| it.
| Landing on the Brooklyn side from Fulton Fer
| ~ we see the depot of the great Knickcrbocker
Ice Company. Stepping on to their wharf, VIC
notice three or four barges just in from up the
Hudson. Conspicuous among them are the Arc
tic, the Knickerbocker, and one bearing the name
of our great Farmngdalc Ice King the j. l.
Cheeseman. They are very strong crafts, made very
convenient for loading and dischargng, and carry
| about one thousand tons apiece. The carts of the
| company back right up to the sides of the craft
and load up. Among them are the carts OF the
defunct Brooklyn Ice Company, which shows US
how they were gobbled up by the Knickcrbockers
But the ice is miserable stuff half snow, and
don't look much like Kennebec ice.
| A part of our duty carries us to the New York
| Custom House. A jam of people are hurrying
| to an fro while host of sleek officials contcT-
plate the scene from their high seats. There arc
sea captains of every class Many hoary headed
Vikings who have visited every quarter of the
| globe and timid West India shippers from oil their
first voyage. 1t would be in vain for any OF them
TO get any thing they wanted done by themselves,
| so they are accompanied by the consgnec OF the
vessel, who procurcs q Custom House broker. This
parsonage holds the papers up high over the
heads of the crowd to the official, and says with
knowing look, 1--WE want to enter the Galatea,
&c. The officer comprehends the whole, with
| "you swear Captain" &C.; few strokes of the pen
| and it is all over.
On Thursday evening we went 10 hear Moody
and Sankey. A long ride in horse car took us
to the skating rink, and though We were early, it
was full, and we could get no seat. delegation
of ushers from each church in Brooklyn, number
ing fifty. with rosettes, performed duty as the oc
casion required. A number from each choir in
BROOKLYN, to the amount of hundred Or more
were singing while the people were going in. On
the front seats were Doctors Scudder, Cuyler and
other noted clergymen. Mr. Ssnkey was conduct
ing the singers, accompanying himself with a
small reed organ. Soon Moody rushed in all but
toned up and began the services of the evening.
His manner is very hurried and his voice poor, and
we think we have heard better preaching in any
town or city Of the country. The principal bust
ness was to have sinners come to Jesus. The audi
encc Of some six thousand, were very wei
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spcc,able working men and women. Mr.. Sankey
sang many of the hymns as solos, and the audience
Joined in as chorus. Here we thought was the
power that attracted SO many. lie is a wonderful
singer aud the style Of his music has been select
cd from the secular instead of the sacred Such
as the old army song
'Glory, glory how the old woods rang
| had tremendous power when sung by SO many.
| The revival meetings in Brook IN have called out
all sorts of comments, and they have also caused
counter revival among the Universalists. Having
occasion to go to Jersey City on the Sunday even
ing previous, as we landed from the ferry boat at
the depot of the Erie Railway Company we heard
the grand old hymn, Coronation, rolling out Of
the building, and found it was great religious
meeting Of the employees Of the different railroad
companies, having been held in the depot OF the
Pennsylvania Central week before. Thus they
are trying to make Salvation free" as it ought to
be. The few moments devoted to silent prayer
in the great rink, seemed to be entered into by
all, and was very impressive.
| Determined to hear all we could on the subject
of religion, we were recommended to go to Rev.
Mr.. Tslmages tabernacle. So on Sunday VIC
wendell our way thither. 1t is a magniticenttem-
pie, something between cathedral, synagogue
and theatre. On entering, the effect is dazzling;
gorgeous chandeliers, stained windows, rich car
pets and upholstery with an organ that is church
of itself. astonsh the stranger. There the pastor
breaches to great crowd. He is avehement and
peculiar speaker, not very pleasant to see or hear,
but very talented. His reading of the staying Of
Saul by David was very dramatic and in keeping
with the theatrical appearance fthe church. His
labors are mostly to bring sinners to Christ.
There is no choir, small ten cent hymn books are
distributed over the church, and the congregation
sing. They are led by the great Arbuckle on the
cornet, accompanied by the grand organ. Far
above the sound of the thousand singers rose its
clarion tones, clear as a silver bell. The tunes
were plain old ones, such as "Home Sweet Home
There is Fountain Filled with Blood" ETC., and
the congregation rose when the leader hourshed
his silver cornet. The usual collection was taken
up before the sermon was preached, and while the
twenty ushers with bouquets in their button holes
were passing the contribution boxes round, Ar
buckle played "Flee as a bird to the mountain,
as solo, accompanied by the organ. 1t was worth
the money we contributed to hear that alone
Altogether We cannot say why the service was not
appropriate and good.
In the evening we went for Beecher. Long
before the hour fer service arrived a double line
of strangers waiting for chance, formed lane
| from each door clear across the street, through
which those entitled to seats passed. When the
time was up, it was grand rush for the entrance.
The church was crowded and many had to stand.
Mr.. Beecher wore glasses and looked as much as
twenty years older than he did four years ago.
There was fresh trouble in Plymouth church, and
the old man was full of emotion and pathos. The
grand choir sang Come thou disconsolate." Still
he had his funny sayings and many smile ran
over the vast audience. Nothing but leaves
was his discourse. We liked him better than
Talmage. As near as we can find out the people