Connecticut western news., 1878-10-23
THE HAUNTS OF VICE.
REV. MIR. TALMAGE TELLING OF WHAT h. SAW DURING HIS TOUR ABot1 NEW YORK.

A short time since the Rev. De Witt Talmage of Brooklyn, visited the haunts of vice in New York City, in order that he might tell his congregation about them and warn the young men of the pitfalls that existed. On Sunday he commenced series of discourses on this sorrowful subject to an audience of seven thousand people, as many thousand more being unable to enter his Tabernacle. In the audience were an immense number of ladies. He used as his text " Ezekiel, eighth chapter and eighth verse;" "Then said he unto me- Son of man dig into the wall. And when I had digged into the wall, behold door. And he said unto me. Coin, and see the wicked abominations that they do here. And I went in and saw all manner of creeping things and abominable beasts" :"
 ," Brought up in the country" said Mir. Talmage, "and surrounded from my earliest youth by parental authority, I had not until this fail seen the imquities of great city. Defended by the grace of God had never sown any wild oats. But I saw tens of thousands of men going down, and I said to myself, 'There must be an infatuation, terrible fascination about sin, of which I know nothing.' As in sickly times you hear the toll of the cemetery bell, so I heard tolling by day and night the bell of the cemetery where mems souls are buried. I said, I will find out the cause of this thing l went as into 8 smallpox hospital, and am here this morning to report plague. 'Oh,' you say, are you not afraid that you will tempt others to go?' Wellington met a civilian on the battlefield and told him to go hence or he would be shot. My chances of being shot are no greater than yours, said the civilian. God and my country demand that I be here,' replied Wellington p
 "But have to report" he continued, "that saw some things that amazed me more than can tell. do not want to tell it, for it will take pam to hearts far away, but must. I saw young men with the ruddy health of country life stamped upon their cheeks. They had gathered in the harvest grain beneath Gods blue sky, with the honest strong hands God had given them. What were they doing here They had heard how 'gayly boat dances on the edge of 6 maelstrom and they were venturing. 1 saw that young man when he first con- suited evil. I saw that it was his first night. A look of defiance was in his face, saying, I am more powerful than ain.' Then I saw the shade of a painful reflection passing across his face. l tawdry, gaudy furniture, whispering to him above the discordant music. But sin triumphed and he turned to the tempter. I don't feel so keenly sorrow full for young men brought up in the city and accustomed to city life when 1 see them thus, but pity the young man from the country. Oh young man from the far hills, what have your pa rents done that you should treat them so? When you were gathering the har- vest apples down there in the corner of the lot where the little brook murmurs by, did you think you would come to this :? Do you prefer this brazen, painted, grinning thing to that old wrinkled face which smiles in sympathy with every one of your smiles, and weeps when you are unhappy? Look at those distort fingers. What made them so? Working for you, sir, working for you. Write home to your poor old gray haired mother, curs- ing her; curse her white locks; curse the cradle you were rocked in. What :? You wont? But you are doing worse. The news of your prohigacy will kill her. Some old gossip will find her way to your mothers cottage on an afternoon when the sun is shining bright and ali the beautiful country is smiling for joy She will enter when your mother is sit ting by the window, and presently she will say, Do you know your son drinks ?? and then your mother will ask to have the door opened; she feels faint. And still into her ear will be poured the story of your life here. She will go out and sit down on the old, worn step where you used to play, and cry. By and by the doctors gig will come up through the shady, quiet lane and he'll stop. He'll come again and again, but she'll get worse instead of better And then the village bell will toll, and the farmers will drive up in their old wagons and hitch their horses there under the maple trees. And they'll ask, What did she die of?' And one of the village doctors will say malaria and another inter- mittent fever Young man, she died of a broken heart"
 At the conclusion of this sketch one- half of MT. Talmage's audience was sob ping.
 "Have I painted bright picture for you this morning? ask you. Have I inclined you towards visiting these halls of death |? Sirs, before I get through with this course of Sunday sermons I will, by the grace of God, save ten thousand of my fellow-men, and in the execution of this mission I defy all earth and hellI
 At the conclusion of his discourse, MT. Talmage received perfect ovation of applause, and sat down panting hard and looking very red in the face.
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