Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1883-06-18

best cigars, wear the best Dr0aoclotn anu
move in the highest spheres: but have no.
ticed that very soon they came down to the
prison, the aims house, or stop at the gal
lows.
Again, among the uprooting classes
place the oppressed poor. Poverty to
certain extent is chastenlng; but after that,
when il drives 9 man to the wall and ne
hears his
Children Cry
in vain for bread, it sometimes makes him
desperate. think that there are thou
sands OF honest men lacerated into yaga'
bondism. There are men crushed under
burdens for which they are not half paid.
While there is no excuse for criminality
even in oppression, state 1t as a simple
fact that much of the scoundrelism OF the
community is consequent upon ili.treat'
ment. There are many men and women
battered and bruised and stung until the
hour of despair has come, and they stand
with the ferocity of q wild beast which,
pursued until il can run no longer, turns
round, foamlng and bleeding, to
Fight the Hounds
There is another layer of poverty and
destitution, not so squalId, but almost as
helpless You hear the incessant wailing
for bread and clothes and fire. Their eyes
are sunken. Their cheek bones stand out
Their hands are damp with slow consump-
tion. Their flesh is puffed up with drops,es:
Their breath is like that Of the charnel
house. They hear the roar OF the wheels OF
fashion overhead and The gay laughter OF
men and maidens and wonder why God
gave to other so much and TO them so
little, Some of them thrust into an in.
fidelity like that of the poor German girl
who, when told in the
,EE.tos Har VI fnh Al I'm
that God was good, said "No, no. Good
Good. Just look at me. No, good God.
In this neighborhood of cities whose cry
OF want this day interpret, there are said
to be, as far as can figure 1t I'D from the
reports, about 300 of honest poor who
are dependent upon individual, city and
State charities II all their voices come up
at once, il would shake the fouHdatiOns of
the city and bring all earth and heaven to
the rescue. But for the most part 1t suf-
fers unexpressed.
It Sits in silence
gnashing it's teeth and sucking the blood
of its torn arteries, waiting for the judg-
ment day. Oh, | should not wonder il in
that day il would be found out that some
of us had some things that belonged to
them; some extra garment which might
have made them comfortable; some bread
appeased their hunger for little while;
some wasted candle or gas Jet that might
have kindled up their darkness: some
freSCo on the ceiling that would have given
them roof; some jewel which, brought TO
that
Orphan Girl
in tune, might have kept her from being
crowded Otf the precipices of an unclean
life; some new Testament that would have.
told them of Him who came to seek and
save that which was lost" Oh, this wave
of vagrancy and hunger and nskedness
that dashes against our front doorstep. |
wonder if you hear it and see it as much as
| hear il and see it. IL the roofs of all the
Houses of DestitutIOn
could be lifted so we could look down into
them just as God looks, whose nerves
would be strong enough to stand it? And
yet there they are. The great host OF sew
ing women in these three cities, working
night after night until sometimes the blood
spurts from nostril and lip. How we'll
their grief was voiced by that despsiring
woman who stood by her invalid husband
and invalid child and said to the
city missionary: II am down-hearted.
Everything's against US; and then there are
other things" What other things said
the city missionary, Oh she replied,
my SIN" "Whst do you mean by that"
Well she said, Il never hear or see any.
thing good. ItswOrk from Monday morn
ing to Saturday night, and then when Sun
day comes can't so out and walk the floor
and it
Makes NE TrembIe
to think have got to meet God. 0, sir,
it's so hard for US. We have to work so and
then we have SO much trouble, and then
We are getting along so poorly; and see this
wee little thing growing weaker, and then
think we are not getting nearer to God, hut
floating away from him. Oh sir, do wish
was ready to die.
should not wonder if they had good
deal better time than we in tie future 10
make up for the fact that they had such a
Bad Time
here. 1t would lie Just like Jesus to say;
Come up and take the highest seats. You
suffered with me on earth, new be gloritied
with me in heaven o. thou weeping one
of Bethany. ., thou dying one of the
cross, Have mercy on the starving, home
less poor of these great cities.
have preached this sermon for four or
five practical reasons. Because l want you
to know who are the uprooting classes OF
society; because want you TO be more
discriminating in your charities; because |
want your hearts open with generosity,
and your hands open with charity; because
want you to be made the
sworn Friends
of all city eyangelization, and all news
BOYS lodging-houses, and all Howard mis-
sions and childrens aid societies. Aye, be.
cause ! want you to examine your ward
robes and see if you have not a surplus for
the nt edy. should not wonder if that hat
that you give should come back jewelled
coron6t, or if that garment that you this
week and out from your wardrobe should
Mysteriously be Whitened
and somehow wrought into the Savior's
own robe, so in the last day he would run
his hand over it and say: II was naked
and ye clothed me" That would be put
ting your garment to glorious uses.
But more than that. have preached the
sermon because thought in the contrast you
would see how very kindly God had dealt
with you, and thought that thousands of
YOU would go to-day TO your homes and sit
at your well.filled tables and look at the
round faces of your children, and that then
you would
at the review of Gods goodness to you, and
that you would go to your room this after
noon and lock the door and Eneel down
and say: 20 Lord, | have been an Migrate
make me thy child. o Lord there are 50
many hungry and unclad and unsheltered
to-day, thank thee that all my life thou
hast taken such good care of me. . Lord
there are so many
Sick and Crippled Children
to day, | thank thee mine are we'll, some Of
them on earth, some of them in heaven.
Thy goodness, . Lord, breaks me down.
Take me once and forever. Sprinkled as
was many years ago at the altar, while my
mother Seld me, now consecrate my soul
to thee in a holier baptism OF repenting
tears.
For sinners Lord, Thou cam'St to bleed,
And I'm a sinner vile indeed;