Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1879-09-28
A LITTLE GROWL.

The Talmsge boom in Brooklyn has re
ceived an unexpected cold bath and from q
source quite unexpected Mr.. Talmage came
back with the prestige of his grand success
abroad, and a nimbus encircling his brow
which he was sure would create such furere
as New York had never seen. He came bach
feeling something like Moses when he came
down from Sinai, only he didn't have to veil
his face, which is non-conductor, and there
fore no phosphorescent glow was there tc
strike terror to his flock but his advent was
dampened by the ego as you please" exhl'
bition which, drawing from six to ten thous-
and spectators nightly, from the ganains OF
the backing box to the habitues of fashion
able resorts, and the whips of Bloomingdale
road, male and female. No popularity in the
clerical line could hope to hold out against
such card as the great walking match. Ne
one could be induced by any possibility to
pay dollar to see Talmage, while ten thousand
were ready to pay dollar each every day to
see the great tramps. Well, we do not blame
them much, and yet when we come to con
slider certain conditions of civilization,
it creates little surprise that
a man Of such talent should command twenty
thousand year, or barbarous exhibition
should command five thousand night III
the tenements of New York, children are
crying for bread, and in her factories poor,
half grown girls are working for few dollars
a nd II
which saps health and morals, and leads too
often to infalny; oftener to early death
Away in the South a plague stricken city is
being depopuiated and its Suffering and starv-
ing inhabitants stretch forth their hands as
did the blind men to the passing Christ and
cry for help. Away in the northwest, a
colony of exiled negroes are asking for bread,
and labor, and freedom, and all over the
land noble charities are asking for the means
to relieve suffering and prevent crime.
Widows are toiling in poor garrets to provide
for the orphans who cling to their knees, and
sing them to quiet in their poor cradles with
mournful lullaby, while they ply the needle for
daily bread. But still the cry which comes
up to the Lord God of Sabaoth finds no re-
Spouse from the hearts of men who absorb
their tens of thousands for preaching the Cos
pei, or the thOughtless crowd who throng the
arena and pay their money nightly to witness,
what a mere exhibition Of animal endurance,
and to encourage lives of uselessness and with
out one moral aspiration or aim. The CON
temptation of such things makes one pause
and wonder whether things are not "a
and whether We are really advancing in Chris
tian civilization and refinement. We pirate
about degenerate morals how much of our de-
generacy is due to the way in which we coun-
are evils and wink at sins We dare not de-
nounce Men in the pulpit, wearing the liv
cry of heaven, are crying out for means to
feed the hungry and convert the heather,
wkile pocketinG enormous salaries, too often
wasted on dissolute sons and anything but pi-
Gus daughters. Christ sent his disciples to
preach to the poor; they must have converted
them all, for the poor are not preached to in
the dress circles of our churches, nor at the
private socials of the congregation, and they |
are never visited by surprise parties. Is it
any wonder then, that men seek enjoyment in
walking matches and billiard rooms, and any
where except at home! They become soured |
at religious shams and tired of supporting |
them. "Plty It's It's true, but it is too plain
that there is a canker worm at the root of our
moral teaching and the unwashed feet of the
priests who carry the ark, have so muddied
the stream that the people no longer drink
clear water.