The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1888-05-15

your life lOngI has ne starved you,
frozen you, tyralinized over you? MOI
He has loved you. lie has sheltered
you. He watched you last night. He
will whatch you tonight. He wants to
love you, wants to help you, wants to
save you. He was
. YOUR FATHERS GOD,
and your mothers God. He has housed
them from the blast, and He wants to
by an imprecation? Will you ever
thrust Him back by an oathp
Who is this Jesus whose name I
heard in the imprecation? Has lie
pursued you all your life long? What
vive thing has He done to you that you
should 50 dishonor His name2 Why;
He was the Lamb whose blood simmered
in the fires Of sacrifice for you. He is
the Brother that took off. His crown,
that you might put it on. He has pur-
sued you all your life long with mercy.
He wants you to love Him, wants you to
serve Him, He comes with streaming
eyes and broken heart, and blistered
feet to save you. ss
Where is the hand that will ever be
lifted in imprecation againp Let that.
hand, now 'bloodtipped, be lifted, that I
may sec it. Not one. Where is the
voice that will ever be uttered in dis
honoring the name of that Christi Let
1t speak now. Not one. Not one. Oh.
I am glad to know that all these vices
of the community, and these crimes Of
our city, will be gone. Society is going
to be bettered. The world, by the
power Of Christ's Gospel, is going to be
saved, and this crime, this iniquity, ,!and. ;.
all tho other iniquities, will vanish be-
fore the rising Of the Sun Of Righteous
ness upon the nation. g.
There was one day in New England
memorable for storm and darkness. /
hardly ever saw such an evening. The
clouds which had been gathering all
day unlimbered their batteries. The
Housatonic, which flows quietly, save
as the paddles Of pleasure-parties rattle
tho oarlocks, was lashed into foam, and
tho waves hardly knew where to lay
themselves.
OH, WHAT TIME 1T WAS!
The hills Jared under the rumbling of
Gods chariots. Binding sheets of rain
drove the cattle to the bars, or beat
against the window pane as though to
dash it in. The grain fields threw their
crowns Of gold at the feet of the storm
king. When night came in, it was
a double night. It's mantle was torn
with the lightnjngs, and into its looks
were twisted the leaves of uprooted
oaks and the shreds Of canvas torn from
the masts of the beached shipping. 1t
was such a night as makes you thank
God for shelter, and open the dooI to
let in the spaniel bowling outside with
terror. We went to sleep under the
full blast Of heavens great orchestra,
10 1,y;f -,
chorus that filled the mOllntains, prais-
ing the Lord. We woke not until the
fingers Of the sunny morn touched our
eyelids. We looked out the window,
and the Irousatonic slept as quiet as an
infants dream. The trees sparkled as
though there had been some great grief
in heaven, and each leaf had been God
appointed to catch an angels tear. 1t
seemed as if our Father had looked upon
the earth, His wayward child, and
stopped to her tear-wet cheek and kissed
it. So will
TIE DARKNESS OF SIN
and crime leave our world before the
dawn Of the morning. The light shall
gild the city spire, and strike the forests
of Maine and the masts Of Mobile and
all between. And one end resting on
the Pacific beach, God will spring q
great rainbow arch of peace, in token of
everlasting covenants that the world
shall nevermore see a deluge Of crime
"But," says some one, "preaching
against the evils Of society will accom-
plish nothing Do you not see that the
evils go right on?" answer, we are
not at all discouraged.
1t seemed Insignificant for Moses to
stretch his hand over the Red Sea-
What power could that have over the
waters? But the east wind blew all
night; the water gathered into two
glittering palisades on either side. The
pillows reared as Gods hand pulled
back upon their crystal bits. Wheel
into line, o Israel March March
Pearls crash under the feet. Tho shout
Of hosts mouting the beach answers the
shout Of hosts mid-sea until as the
last line of the Israelites have gained
the beach, the shields clang, and the
cymbals clap and as the waters whelm
the pursuing foe, the. swift fingered
winds Oh the white keys Of the foam
play the grand march of Israel deliv-
cred, and the awful dirge Of Egyptian
overthrow. So we 60 forth, and stretch
out the hand of prayer and Christian
effortover these dark, boiling. waters Of
crime and sin. "Aha Aha |" say the
deriding world. But wait. The winds
of divine help will begin to blow the
way will clear for the great army Of
Christian philanthropists; the glittering
treasures of the worlds beneficcnce
will line the path Of our feet ; and to the
other shore we will be greeted with
the clash Of all heavens cymbals !;
while those who resist and deride and
pursue us will fall under the sea, and
there will be nothing left Of them but
here and there, cast high and dry upon
the beach, the splintered wheel of a
chariot. and, thrust out from the surf,
the breathless nostril Of riderless
charger.