The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1886-10-28

utted great sun glass; uASJoIy UellS US
and when the feet Of ships came up the
haebor at Syracuse he brought to bear this
sun-glass and he conveyed the SUMS rays
upon those ships. Now, the sails are wings
| Of fire, the masts fall, the vessels sink,
OIL my friends, by the sun-glass OF the
| Gospel converging the rays Of the sun OF
righteousness upon the sins, the wicked
ness of the world, we will make them blaze
and expire.
In that day Of which speak, do you be-
Lieve there will be any midnight carousals
Will there be any kicking off from the mar
BILE steps Of shivering mendicants4 Will
there be any unwashed, unfed, uncombedi
Will there he any blasphemies in the street,
Will there be any inebriates staggering
past2 No. No wine stores. mo lager
| beer saloons. No distilleries where they
make the three KS. No bloodshot eye. No
bloated cheek. No instruments OF ruin and
destruction. No fst-pounded forehead.
| The grandchildren Of that woman who
goes down the street with curse, stoned
| by the boys that follow her, will be the re-
formers and philanthropists, and the Chris
| tian men and the honest merchants of New
York and Brooklyn.
Then what municipal governments, too,
| we will have in all the cities Some cities
are worse than others, but in many of our
cities you just walk down by the city halls
and look in at some of the rooms occupied
| by politicians, and see to what sensual,
loathsome, ignorant, besotted crew city
politics is abandoned. Or they stand around
the city hall picking their teeth, waiting
for some emoluments of crumbs to fall to
their feet, waiting all day long and waiting
all night long.
Why are those wretched women taken
up for drunkenness and carried up to the
courts and put in prison, OF courses What
will you do with the grog shops that make
them drink9 Nothing. Who are those pris-
oners in jail9 One Of them stole pair of
shoes. That boy stole a dollar. This girl
snatched a purse. All Of them crimes
damging society less than twenty and
thirty dollars. But what will you do with
the gambler who last night robbed the
young man of a thousand dollars2 Moth.
ing. What shall be done with that one
who breaks through and destroys the puri.
ty Of a Christian home, and with an
adrOitness and perfidy that beats the STRAIT
egy of hell, fings a shrinking, shrieking
soul into bottomless perdition2 Nothing,
What will you do with those who fleece
that young man, getting him to purloin
large sums of money from his employer
the young man who came to an officer Of
my church and told the story and frantical.
ly asked what he might do2 Nothing. Ahl
We do well to punish small crimes, but
have sometimes thought it would be better
in some of our cities, if the officials would
only turn out from the jails the petty Grim
inals, the little offenders, ten-dollar des-
peradoes, and put in their places
some of the monsters of iniquity who
drive their roam span through the
streets so swiftly that honest men have to
leap to get out of the way Of being run
over. Oh, the damnable schemes that pro-
fessed Christian men will sometimes en-
gage in until God puts the finger of retri.
button into the collar of their robe Of hy-
pocrisy and rips it clear to the bottoml
But all these wrongs are going to be
righted l expect to live to see the day. I
think hear in the distance the rumbling
of the Kings chariot. Not always in the
minority is the church of God going to be;
or are good men going to be. The streets
are going to be filled with regenerated
populations. Three hundred and sixty bells
rang in Moscow when one prince was mar
ried; but when righteousness and peace
kiss each other in all the earth ten
thousand times ten thousand bells
shall strike the jubilee. Poverty
enriched; hunger fed; crime puri-
fed; ignorance enlightened; all the
cities saved Is not this a cause worth
working in9 Oh, you think sometimes, it
does not amount to much You toll in your
different spheres, sometimes with great
encouragement. People have no faith and
say ''It does not amount to any thing
you might as well quit that" Why, when
Moses stretched his hand over the Red
Sea, it did not seem to mean any thing
especially. Persons came out, 1 suppose, and
said: "AhaW Some of them found out
what he wanted to do. He wanted the sea
parted 1t did not amount to anything,
this stretching out of his hand over the
sea- But after awhile the wind blew all
night from the east, and the waters were
gathered into glittering palisade on either
side, and the pillows reared as God pulled
back on their crystal bits Wheel into
line, oh, Israeli march, marchl Pearls
crash under their feet. Flying spray gathers
into rainbow arches of victory for the con-
querors to march under. Shout of hosts
on the beach answering the shout of hosts
amid the sea- And when the last line Of
the Israelites reach the beach, the cymbals
clap and the shields clang and waters rush
over the pursuers, and the, swift-hngered
winds on the white keys Of the foam play
the grand march of Israel deliveral and the
awful dirge Of Egyptian overthrow.
So you and go forth, and all the people
of God go forth, and they stretch forth
their hands over the sea, the boiling sea Of
crime and sin and wretchedness. "It don't
amount to anything" people say. Don't
itl Gods wings of help will after awhile
begin to blow A path will be cleared for
the army of Christian philanthropists. The
path will be lined with the treasures Of
Christian benefcence, and we will be
greeted to the other beach by the clapping
of all Heavens cymbals, while those who
pursued us and derided us and tried to de-
stroy us will go down under the sea, and
all that will be left of them will be cast
high and dry upon the beach. The splint-
cred wheels of the chariot are thrust out
from the foam, the breathless nostril Of q
riderless charger.