The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-02-26

/ think more good has been done in Mr. Spur
geon's cottage meetings than in his great taber-
nacle.
The song not in the books Of the audience
Behold the Savior at the Door," was then sung.
Behold the Savior at the door,
He knocks, He waits, he pleads once more;
He comes to break the bonds of sin
Oh let the Great Deiverer in.
Behold stand at the door and knock
Knock knock, knock
If any man hear and let me in
He shall be saved.
Oh, sinner, He's knocking and pleading With thee
Resist not His spirit the promise is free,
IL any man hear and let me in,
de shall be saved.
Behold, etc.
He comes to give the weary rest,
By fear dismayed, by sin oppressed,
He comes, the contrte heart to win.
Oh, hear His call and let Him in
Behold, etc.
But should the day of grace be DER
Should that dear voice be heard more,
TIE weight of sin, how could you bear
The endless night OF deep despairs
Behold, etc.
Receive the Lord without delay,
Before he turns in grief away;
Melt heart of stone, resist more
The pleading voice, unbar the door.
Behold, etc.
Following this came short speeches giving i'm
pressions of the meeting, from Revs Gillett,
Day, Jenckes, Walk, j. B. Baltzly, Neighbors,
Mrs. Siddall, and several other men and women.
Dr. Gillett spoke with great feeling, paying high
praise to the Y. M. c. A. He was glad they had
got Mr.. Moody to come here, and hoped that
the good work now done will be felt for many
years to come
Mr.. Moody said he wanted to call attention to
some things that were needed in Christian work
to be successful. We must have faith: we must
have courage; we must have enthusiasm we
must have love, and lastly, we must have sym
pathy. Jesus was born in stable that He
might reach the lowly.
God taught me lesson once, in Chicago
trust never shall forget l got sol could 60 to
the funeral of a child had to attend four or
five day in July and August when the minis
tiers were out of town. But never went out Of
the city in July and August, for I found could
do more good then than any other time. l got
so could go and see mother come up to the COT
fin, and hear that wall go up from her heart, and
not be moved. My heart was hardened. One
day came home, and one of my little Sabbath
school scholars had got drowned The mother
wanted to see me-. took my little girl, four or
five years old, with me. When 1 got there
found that the father was drunk in the corner of
the room The little child was lying on pine
The mother told me her story. my
husband has drank up his wages for years. /
Adaline's Work was psS to 'De gather sa'' food od
wood She saw a very large and tempting piece,
and, reaching too far for the stick, was drowned.
bury my child. Can you help me". heard
that story unmoved. l took my notebook and
noted down what she needed, and l said would
be there tomorrow. AS we went out my little
girl said: Papa, suppose we were poor. and
was taking in washing, and should be
drowned getting a stick of hood-wood, would you
feel badp All, how it cut me. l said
t would break my heart. She said:
Did you feel bad for that mother!'
1t cut me- got her home to her mother as
soon as could, and locked myself up in my
room l walked the floor, my conscience flashing
me because did not Sympathize with that poor
worse than widow. ] could mt stand it. l went
back to that house. ] got the grand old four
teenth of John, and read it to the woman /
prayed with her, and prayed God to support
her. The next day went with ler to the GENE
terry. The husband was still drunk 1t was
seven miles. l am ashamed to tell you
that had got place in the Potter's field and
the men there seemed so heartless Another
funeral was pressing US out of the way, and the
men were in a hurry. The mother said: Il
have not always been able to pay my rent. but
it is so hard to bury little Alkaline among
strangers said to myself, if it was my child
before my Sabbath school and told them what
had taken place; that if we ever had another
child to bury we didn't want to have
that happen. We made arrangements for
Before we got the lot paid fora
mother asked me to bury her child in this lot.
went with her to the grave asked what was
The chids NAME and she said Emma That
was the name Of my little girl. We lowered the
little coffin into tho grave. A few days after
ward and the mother wanted to bury her boy in
went. The name of the boy was
Willie. That was the name of my
only son at that time. Do
you think it was hard for me to weep with that
notherl One of the first things l did, after
came back from Europe, was to drive out to that
ot. / had thought it would be large enough to
asst long time. But there were fifty short
graves there.
AS Mr.. Moody told this plain story from the
short but simple annals of the poor. his emotion
was very great, and his face was suffused with
tears. The entire audience was in deep sym
pathy both with the story and the teller; and
there were moist eyes all over the house. In
fact there was scarcely dry one.
Mr.. Moody said the fault in many Sunday
schools lay with the teachers. He believed he
could make as good teachers as some of them
we're if he had the lumber. They come to the
Sabbath school, come in late and don't even
know the lesson. Somebody has to tell
them where it is. Some people talk about duty.
Never talk about duty in doing Gods work. 1t
isn't duty-it'sa privilege. Let the word of God
raise you to higher plane. l have good old
years old-living on the banks
Of the Connecticut river l haven't been at
home on a birthday for twenty years Suppose
60 back home to see that mother tell her
know that she bore me, that I remember how
hard the struggle she had, a widow, to bring up
me and the other children. How hard she
worked, and then say that, taking all these
things into consideration, I feel it my duty to
come and make her present-here mother,
Jake this Would she receive2 No, she would
say if you put it on that ground you can take it
back. She wouldn't have it.
SEEK GOD AND HIS KINGDOM.