The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1886-04-28

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drink-and some of them are now on the
down grade-that to-day take the
words Of another and cry aloud:
"Look not upon the wine when it is red, when
it moveth itself Alright in the cup, for at the
last it biteth like a. serpent, and it stingeth
like an adder"
Another temptation of the newspaper pro-
fession is in the fact that no one seems to care
for their soul. They feelit. They are looked
upon as professional in. almost all assemble
ges. It Is not expected that a man reporting
sermon should be converted to God by that
sermon, or an editor discussing religious
item Of news in his editorial column should
by that observation and discussion himself be
saved. Oh, you say it is all professional
If you tell me that the men Of the newspaper
press are not saved in multitudes, and all
saved, then say it is the fault Of the church
Of God; it is because you do not expect them
to come into the kingdom. And then re-
member how one night in this church, in the
fourth seat from tho platform, there sat
journalist. He had been sent to caricature
the services. He came early. He looked
around and he saw that the share Of the
building was not the usual shape OF
churches, and he caricatured that. After
while the organ began its solemn roll and
that was fun to him, and he caricatured that.
After a while the pastor appeared on the
music went on and that was still more funny.
After while the text was announced and
that was irresistible And he was writing
on until the service was about half through,
and he said his hand began to tremble and
he hardly knew why it trembled, and he said
to himself: don't be coward; don't be az
fected by anything in this church,. you
came here Professionally" he rallied his
strength and he concentred his energies and
he wrote on until he could write no more. and
he put his pencil in his pocket, put his head
and when at the close Of the service we
asked all those who desired to be commended
to God in prayer to arise, he was the first one
that arose. Coming into the side room he
told us the whole story, and before the even
ing was past he declared himself on the Lords
side, and ever ,a1,ac since ,rofaSs;aI fnoaSn
ever since on Sabbath afternoons he is preach,
ing the gospel Of Jesus Christ in hall hired
at his own expense. And the day will come
when the men Of the newspaper profession
will come into the kingdom OF God by scores
and by hundreds and by thousands. The
world will not be converted until they are
converted. They feel the sadness that none
seems to care for their SOULS Many OF them
we're brought up by fine ancestry, and when
they left the parental roof, whoever regarded
or rolSTeRaTueu, Guey "en1 AoI VI Will AoonoA
benediction and a mothers prayer,
and oft times when they think Of those good
old times the tears fill the eye, and they go
down in this great roaring metropolis home
sick, and say to any Of them who may hear
me to-day and any to whom these words
shall come, God is your friend. He has
heart large enough to take in all your annoy
ances and all your misfortunes and all your
distresses. Sometimes utterly disgusted with
~ ;te ord ifo fria1o vo11 kn0w
not which way to turn; but this day you
may have the mercy, the pardon. the
sympathy, the help Of Almighty God if you
will ask for them. Hear it. Hear it. Some
years ago, at the foot Of Canal street, New
York, body was found floating. As it was
being brought to the morgue, they noticed by
the contour Of the forehead that the man had
bis pocket reporters pad, lead pencil and
a photog1 aph Of someone who long ago had
loved him we'll. He had entered the news
paper profession, things had gone wrong with
him, his health had failed, he had
taken to artificial stimulants to keep up, and
he had gone down, down, down until one
summer day, hot and weary and hungry and
sick and in despair, he flung himself from
the dock Death, as it often does, had
off all the care from his face, and it was
as it had been seven years before when he
had left the country home never to re-
turn. The heartless world looked through
the window of the morgue and said:
''Tt is only an outcast;" but God said:
"That Is a gigantic nature that perished
because the world gave him no chance"
say to all men in the newspaper profession,
or in any wise allied to it, take God for your
portion not only because Of the personal ad-
vantage religion will be to your Own soul,
IN.
terested in high christian endeavor. This
day lift your hand in oath Of allegiance to
religion and philanthropy and patriotism
On the plains Of Judgment when you
look off upon tho multitudes whom you
have influenced, may it be found
that many through your work
were induced to start on the high pathway
that leads to the renown Of heaven. Better
in that day to have been an editor. and with
cnced it wrong, that you had been dun
geoned exile by the light of q window iron
Grated on scraps Of New Testament leaf
picked up from the hearth, spelled out the
Story of Him who came to take away the sins
of the world. In eternity Dives is the beggar.
But we will all soon be through with writing,
speaking and publishing, and in all our pro-
fessions and occupations we will all soon be
through. What thens Our life is
Ok.
months are the paragraphs, our days are the
sentences, our imitation Of Others is the quo
tation mark, our doubts are the Interrogation
points, our desire Of display dash, death a
period, eternity the peroration. And where
will we spend it? Have you heard the news,
the tremendous news, news more thrilling
than anything that has come US In
the journals for the past six WeeKs'
Not tbs sinking Of the Oregon, but the
sinking of a world, not the misfortune OF a
man, but the overthrow Of race. Terrific
news. But have you heard the good newsa
Glad news from the throne Of God. The
couriers of Heaven leaping from the palace
gate to carry the news, the glorious news
that there is pardon for all guilt and COM
fort for all trouble Set it up in double
loaded columns, and direct it to the whole
race A Scotch poet, insane on everything
but religion, wrote this beautiful but strange
rhythm:
God hath pardoned all my sin,
That's the news, that's the news,
feel the witness deep within,
That's the news, that's the news,
AMI since he took my sins away,
And taught me how to watch and pray,
I'm happy now from day to day,
That's the news, that's the news.
AMI now if anyone should say
oWhat's the news? what's the newsa"
Or, tell him you've begun to pray,
That's the news, that's the news.
That you have joined the conquerlng band,
And now with JOY at Gods command
You're marching to the better land,
That's the news, that's the news.
The Outlook Was Good.
Miss Joy-"Madame, Mr.. Foster haa