The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1885-05-21

The following extracts are from q
sermon recently delivered by the Rev.
Sam Jones, Evangelist, at Atlanta.
Georgia:
eff thing is wrong. its wrong
It's wrong if the angels do it. Reli-
gion is uncompromising loyalty to
God. Our lawyers need to think of
that. The best thing a town can have
is noble lawyer. But these little
scavemgers Of the deviL that viii do
any job you want for five dollars, say
they do it as 1awyer-to all such
say, when you jump into the pit
forever, as you go down, when you
hit the bottom tell him you are there
as lawyer. God pity she little pet
tifogger that is running and nosing
about to get FIVE dollar fee for the
dirtiest thing aman ever done. There
is another crowd in this town that
could be helped-the editors. ] be-
lieve all our editors are in the church.
And yet they go and print that Lou
isiana State Lottery advertisement
That lottery has been curse to At
lfnta. II I was a christian editor
there is not enough money ever stolen
from the people OF America to make
me insert it one slime. Our press
needs reforming all over this country.
The newspapers don't ask is this right
or wrong, but is there sensation in
it. Every newspaper that advertises
the Louisiana lottery is pGrticeps
crTnsass to the robbery, and Beaure-
gard and Enrly viii go to their graves
covered with ignominy and shame
If you knew how many dollars the
young men of Atlanta had stolen to
invest in it you would be astonished.
I don't mean the boys that are here.
I mean those that are playing base
bah. Naughter) If had a young
man in my employment and he was
buying lottery tickets I would ship
him. ] would be afraid he was light
fingered. You let some fellow here
draw fifteen thousand dollars and then
watch the spider legs running for the
thing. You goose, you've got no
character and no sense. You reckon
Atlanta's going to get it more than
once in ten years?"
Mr.. Jones spoke at some length of
the whisky traffic. opposing it bitter
Fly. He also referred to his own past
life and some of his recent meetings.
OF himself he said:
Twelve years ago thought about
| who ! was and what was and where
| was going and what ] was doing;
and amazing wonder to me I had not
the least conception of who I was or
what was. I had in three years
almost broken the heart of as good .
wife as man ever had in this world.
In three years the roses had faded
from her cheeks and they are gone
forever. / have wished thousand
times I could see her cheeks blossom
one more time. God forgive me, I
well nigh broke my wife's heart
Listen, some of you who hear me. /
could go to the home of many a man
here and sit down by his wife and
put my ear against her side and hear
the blood drip. God save these poor
women. tell you, in a city where
there are SO many bar-rooms there
are thousands of hearts that just drip
with blood. Thirteen years ago I
put my hand up in the dark and said
Fotber, take my hand! His hand
clasped mine, and although / have
| stumbled thousand times my Faith
er has lifted me up, else ! would have
fallen in dispair. Oh, Jesus, my
Saviour and my friend, be thou q
Saviour and friend to every poor man