Western sentinel. [volume] (Winston [i.e. Winston-Salem], N.C.) 1856-1886, 1883-01-04

OI Iue restless mass OF living ntltnan--
ity is. ever present, ever pressing upon
the hearts and minds Of men. Be
fore beginning, and without end
@there is a law which moves to right
BUSINESS, whicAr none at last san turn
aside or stay. The heart of it is love,
the end of it is. peace Resist who
Will, there are, tiRaes in every hurnans|
life when the sweet influence of char
ity, steals over tie heart like dew
along flower. Auspicious season,
dedicated by God to humanity-this
Christmas festival Frozen indeed
is the heart which the salutation "a
merry Christmas" fails. to touch.
What panorama, the record of the
world one. day presents? !? Glance
down the. columns of
- METROPOLITAN DAILY JOURNAL.
Tn one place is related how frm
has bought and locked up ten million
pounds Of bacon for speculation,
while the threat OF hungry labor
mutters curses that some day will be
hard reality. Here is told how the
trusted treasurer of a rich congrega-
ton, has vanished, and singular to
note the body is called, Church of
the Holy Saints" Here is last
nights record of the elements, ships
swallowed np' at sea, homes devour-
ed on land. Just below this pretty
pomp at Princess hall, we read the
horrors Of another SUICIDES wife
deserted in rags Here too, under
the startling headlines is that mod
ern innovation upon privacy ard de-
cency, an interview had with the
prince par excellence of the type of
american society, whose medal of
honor is the almighty trade dollar
and whose patent of nobility is Ger
tifcate of watered stock, issued as a
| dividend-this great man has just
emerged from the confessional. and
| the country this morning will be
acquainted with the full extent of his
sins.v This column contains the
deaths, mostly children, for the want
| of air. This mimic philanthropist
for moderate reward will for brief
hour cause humanity to laugh and
forget its misery, while here is fe,-
low with plumed horses and hearse
| to bear US to our windowless
/ balances of rest in the latest style
Here is Bossism plenary, dead
mans will as if his wishes were
uugtt. 70 in v4ra@ ksasishaPe,esae
form the shuttle weaves the warl
and woof of ordinary life,
BUT THIS DAY STANDS APART.
! This is the Lords day. Is it al
occasion for benevolenee you wish
This is the Jubilee of Peace. Is i
a cause? The hand of CHILDHOOD
friendless and desolate is extended
Those who go to sea in ships ar,
proverbially men of enlarged benev
/ olence and bounteous heart. Amit
waters lashed into fury mountain
high, convulsed nature seems to whis
per unto silence, Be still, and know
that I am God.' Then with infnit,
above, eternity below. if ever tn
help!essness of man is portrayed
AS none is above the reach efdetrac
tion, so no one is below the touch O
pity. Humanity consists at best al
of units, each of which has his owl
heart and sorrows with a spark Q
Divinity, called an immortal soul i
him. The bark that bears tn
mighty masses of America is freight
ed with
THE HOPE OF THE UNIVERSE. )
4 Here freedom is on trial befor
the bar Of the world. For the fir:
time since the beginning, civilizatio
and liberty have coalized against th
strength of despotism upheld by th
consent of ages. Every wave tha
: dashes upon the shores of the oil
: world carries from the new tiding
from the gospel ofsuccessful revolt
tion. The next century will unfol
!. drama written by the red hand {
: blood. Already under the window
of palaces the lamps of revolt are b.
ing trimmed. Soon their fierce an
i lurid glare will light up all Europ
!. Meanwhile America is striding
the fullflment Of her Misunderstanding
: This entire continent dedicated b
Nature to freedom must sooner or |;
: ter be covered by the ample folds
! the flag of liberty. It may be th
3 in the bosom of some friendless chi
r lies the spark of genius which wi
! light the way to consumation
. our National glory.
s EVERY ORPHAN CHILD gNPRoTEC
). ED IS A STORM SIGNAL OF H
; : MANITY.
2 Every Orphan Asylum is be
J, con light to struggling poverty.
le The clock of time will soon stri
- the old year into eternity. Standil
= upon the Threshold of the new, co
o. slider if there is not something til
III viii lift the soul to higher a
,e ever advancing plane of happin,
g than this fierce struggle for auri1
> rous mud gotten to be turned il
ac baser dirt. Consider whether cha
of tsy will ,.f,t soanoy. woo eJoor, "a