Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1878-11-12

london, and HOlbOrn and the Straht
have their matches at least in the tourtl
and Sixth and Eleventh and Fourteenth
and Seventeenth wards OF New York
No publication or reformation Tor the
CITY until something like the privacy ano
seclusion OF the home circles be gwen tC
every family. As long as they herd TO-
sethcr like beasts, they will be beasts
ONE LIFE BOAT OS THE SEA or SIN.
Hark. What is that? \ loud thud
On the pavement. \ drunkard has
slipped and iallen with his head against
the step, and the police are trying to ar
rest him. Ring for the city ambulance
t,h, no; he is only an outcast, on y a
heap oi rags and sores But better look
again. Perhaps YOU may find that he
has in his face some trace OF reapecta'
bility and intelligence. Perhaps he
may have been made in the image ol
God. Perhaps he has a soul that shall
i've after the dripping heavens OF this
dismal night shall have been rolled TO-
gether aS Il scroll. Perhaps he may
have been died ior by King. Perhaps
be might become Il cOnquerOr charloted
in the splCndOrS oi Il heavenly welcome.
But We can't stop. On the opposite
side, the rain beating straight III ms
face, is another man i'll entire uncon'
sciousneSs. wonder ii any home Is
waiting for him? | wonder II that
gashcd and bloated cheek was ever
Kissed by maternal tenderness? won.
der how he came to be So battered and
bruised? Is he stranded for eternity
On We passed amid the basphemico that
filed the air until suddenly We heard a
loud Christian song rolling out through
thc storm. We fastened To a window
and looked ina large room full OF all
Kinds ofpeoplc, some of them weeping,
come singing, some standing, some
kneeling, some shaking hand. to give
encouragement, some wrInSng their
hands in grief, as though mourn
ing Il wasted lie. What wa- il? Jerry
MCAdlcv'S glorious Christian Mission.
SnatChed himself from the eiS"s OF
death, there he stands in the strength
-Df God snatChing others from ruin. That
WAS scene worth all the fatigue and
nausea of the midnight exploration. Our
tears fcll with the rain, tears OF sympathy
fora good mans work, tears ot gratitude
10 God that there was at least one HE
boat launched on that wild sra Of sin and
crime, tears of hope that there might be,
after while, enough life-boats to take
off all the wrecked, and that the churches
forgetting their aCCurScd tastldluusncHS
might lay hold with both hands /" his
work. which must be done il our cities
are not to perish in u dclugc Ol blood
and fire.
THE STATION HOUSE LODGERS.
\ This cluster Of cities has more 10 C0m-
tent with than any cities on the con-
tinent. In twcnty-eight years 1000, 900
6f foreign population have landed at our
port, Those who had capitaland means,
for the most part, moved on 10 the great
opening ui the West. Some OF those
who stopped here have become our most
useful citizens. but nearly all the VII
lainOus population remained within
our borders ready to be manipulated by
our demagogucs and for the Matching
out oi all criminal deSperations. The
native ya2rancy and beggary Of New
York has been augmented by the
thicvcry and impurity Of the worst pop
ulation oi London and Paris and Edln-
burg and Belfast and Dublin and Cork.
We would have had enough yagabOn-
dagc and turpitude in our American
cities without this importation dumped
at Castle Garden. How much pauper-
ism we saw BY the flash OF the police
latern! How much more we did not
see. How much more 10 eye but Gods
will ever take in. There it is cuddlcd
up in the cell OF the police station. They
come shivering in, tip their torn hat,
and say, - nights lodging, sir, ,
and are turned into the dreaded
dormitOries. You can hardly stand the
noxious air long enough to look, how
can they endure it all night and every
night? Think Ot il, 10000 lodgcrs oi
this sort every year in the station
houses And what pathoS in the
thought that whole families, turned ont
of doors because they cant pay their
rent, must tumble in here for shelter,
the respectable and the reprobatc; they
who have struggled Tor deCency and
good name flung helpless into the loath-
some pool, innocent childhood and
vicious old age, Gods poor and satan
desperadoes. No report OF Charity
Commissioner, Police Commissioner or
Alms-houee can half tell the story OF
New York and Brooklyn paupcrism. 1t
will take larger book, Il book with
more ponderous lids, a book made up OF
other paper than that OF human manu-
factory. the book OF God : remembrance.
At nv basement door We have an ave-
rage ri one hundred calls day seeking
aims. In nv reception room every day
! have applications lor help that an old
style silkcn purse gathered by q ring III
the middle and with Nanderbit'S wealth
in one side and William +. Astor's
wealth on the other. could not satisfy. ]
refer to these mems wealths while living
for thev have not as much money a. We
have now that they have their
shroul on. The sta isti's OF city
paupersm needs To be written in ink,
black and red and blue, blue for the
stripes, black for the infamy and red for
the blood. About l. 900 poor helped by
the City Hospitals, about $1,000 bypriy-
ate charity, about 10000 taken care OF IN
rpformatory institutions and prisons.
Out OF a population OF l,cOO,OO0 people
OF New York 100000 people are helped
by charity, private or municipal. Hear
il. We Christian churches, and pour forth
YOUR bcneiactiOns, Hear it. - minis
tiers ui Chriat and utter words Ui sym
pathv ior the suffering and thuuderS "t
indignation against the sources ot
wrotchcdncSs! Hear il. Msyoralitics
and Aldrrmanic Boards and Judicial
Benches and Constabularic~, Depend
upon il, if We do not heed, and neither
the Courts nor the Churches wake up
to their duty. God will scourye uS as
the yellow lever never scOurgcd New
Orleans, ~ the plague never smote
London. a. the earthquake never shook
Caracas. "a the fire never whelmed 30
dom. Reformation or annihiIati"n' !
would to God that | might throw a
bonb-shell OF arouSal into every city
hall. meeting-hOusc and Cathedral on
this continent. The factories AT Fall
River and Lowell have sometimes
stopped Tor lack Of demand or lack ot
workmen; but the great milliOn-rOOmed
factory Of sin goes on by day and night,
wear alter wear, without slaCkening a
band or arresting spindle. Its great