Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1875-11-27
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Moody and Sankey have gone. How much
socd they have done is hard to tell 1t is said that
Msody i. not satisfied; but they have done no
| haru. We contend that Sankey is the man.
| though both have wonderful endurance, carrying
| on four and five ceilings day. Music is what
| draws ard Sankey has hit It in the selection and
| application Of his hymns. Those that cannot
preach and pray or talk, can sing. and they want
| to pour out their joy, their sorrow, their woe III
| sympathy with their brothers ard sisters in song
When they (the multitude went TO bid Mr.. Sankey
| good BY, they would not leave till he sang them
| another HYMN. cone more song dear Mr.. Sankey
| Just one more do please Mr.. Sankey,' is what
they said, and while they thronged around him
with tears and sobs, he sang softly, "Shall we
| meet beyond the river" No sorrow ever struck
home like that simple melody. And that is the
secret of their success.
Last Sunday evening VIC started out again in
search Of some place OF worship. At an early
hour we reached large church at the corner of
Court and Congress streets. Many people were
| going in and coming out. We entered. 1t was
Catholic The altar was ablaze with light and gas
jets formed star of light over the image Of the
| crucifed Jesus. Beautiful pictures Of saints
adorned the walls and everything attractive
| Devotees gazcd on the cruelty. nutteIed their
| prayers and left with profound bow to the altar
| In every instance each worshipper contributed
something in of the many places for that pur-
| pose scattered round the church, another bow,
crossing Of the hands dipped in the font Of holy
water at the entrance, and they departed to make
room for some conner. We concluded we had
no right there and we left. On the opposite
| side Of the street was a confecioners shop. His
colored candies were also illuminated with rows
of gas jet lights, and not till heard two hungry
urchins say ool, Jack, CORY don't that look like
mass 7" did we comprehend the similarity to the
ornamental altar piece in the church we had just
| left. Proceeding in search of a place to wor-
| ship, we next came to a church on the corner of
Clinton and Congress. \ notice at the entrance
read "Nespers this evening" seats free" 1t was
| the Unitarian church over which Rev. Mr.. Chad
| wick presides. 1t looks like model railway de-
| pot on small scale, inside and out. We entered
| and found ourselves early here also. Sermons by
the pastor were scattered round and We had time
to read one 1t was on the Moody and Sankey re-
| yival. Mr.. Chadwick Of the Unitarian and Mr..
Nye of the Universalist church pitted against
the great revvalists and they handle them without
gloves. On each side of the pulpit of this church
was an alcove highly decorated and much like a
private box in theatre. In the left hand side and
| little back was the organ highly finished
front rose up about five feet, divided into four
| parts, behind this was quarteitc choir, and when
they rose to sing, each one showed bust above so
much woodwork that it looked as though it was
| pedestal. Mr.. Chadwick read hymn and the
choir sang after the most approved modern style
| The audience gazed at them, at the chandeliers,
| at the stained windows and at one another What
the choir singing we could not tell. But we
| can tell Mr.. Chadwick that if he wants to draw
anybody from Moody and Sankey's meeting he
has got to have different singing. Owing to the
illness of one the chief singers, Mr.. c. announced
| there would be no vespcrs, and SO we lost this
| part of it. For the first time in an American Prot
estant church, outside Of the Episcopal, we heard
prayer, sermon and all intoned 1t sounded queer
to us, but the sermon was very able one, and
| worthy Of much attentions the subject was "Pa-
tience"
| But it is province to write Of ships and
| docks and what is concerned with them. The
| disgraceful state of the docks of New York city
| has long been an eyesore to our nation, but great
plans and efforts have been made to give the great
maritime city of the country docks that shall put
her on level with the best European seaports.
A few years ago gigantic enterprise was started,
with Gen. Mcclellan at its head, to build cor
don of quays and wharves that should be all that
was needed, but We understand they have made
little or no headway> But what New York has
tried in vain TO do her sister Brooklyn is fast
completing. Possessing an unsurpassed water
front, she has gradually extended her wharves
from above Fulton Ferry for miles down toward
the "Narows." They are spacious and clean
with splendid warehouses attached, and instead OF
looking for the forests of masts, that in our young
sailor days formed net work all round New
York, we now find them the Brooklyn side,
Our business calls us to "IIarbecks," one of the
first establishments in the country. This is the old
name for wharves and stores now occupied by
Messrs. Bartlett & Green. They are about half
way between Fulton ard Wall street ferries. The
wharves and basins spacious, each wharf hay-
ing building entirely over it for the protection of
the cargoes that may be put thereon. Several
large ships can easily discharge their whole car
goes at once. Portable hosting steam engines are
provided fer each ship, and it is but the work of a
few hours to discharge any vessel. If the cargo
has been sold lighters or steamers come right to
the wharf and carry it oil. If the owner chooses
not to sell but wait, he store it in bond in the
warehouse provided for that purpose. Hosting
engines is the power used to place it in the ware
house. Trucks hauled by horses transport the
merchandise to any place required. Messrs.
Bartlett 4 Green's expenses are $1,000 per day,
about 80 men are employed, many engines and
horses. They pay $4,000 rent per month alone.
When great dispatch is necessary they are able to
| give it. Not long since a whole ships cargo of
six thousand bags of coffee, was discharged one
Saturday Night, between six and ten o'clock from
| the warehouses and sent on its way to Chicago.
| Mr.. Bartlett we are told is Portland man.
| His brother, Capt Bartlett, once ship master,
and also Boatswain of "frst rate in the navy in
the war of the rebellion, has charge of the whole
work, and he is equal to it. He pipes his men to
duty with boatswain's call, as he did in the navy
| The shore part of the docks is all closed up at
night, and strong force of special police perform