Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1888-04-14

Iuunucd all his comrades, and he was made
president of the club. His tongue began tc
swell, and it protruded from his mouth, and
'ho could not draw it in, and he died, and the
physician said: "This is the strangest thing
ne eyer saw; VIC never saw any account in
the books like unto it.; we can't understand
tt" understand It, He cursed God and
died
AT Catskill, N. T., group 5of men stood
In blacksmith's shop during a violent tiiun-
der storm. There came crash Of thunder,
and some Of the men trembled. One man
said: "Why, don't see what you are afraid
OF. am not afraid to goout in front of
tho shop and defy the Almighty. am not
afraid of lightning Aud no laid wager
on the subject, and he went out, and he
shook his fist ut the heavens, crying: "Strike
If you dnrel'' And instantly he fell under o
bolt. What destroyed himi Any mystery
about it7 Oh, no. He cursed God and died.
.rOh, my brother, God will not allow this
sin to 60 unpunished. There are styles Of
writing with manifold sheets, SO that q man
writing on one leaf writes clear through ten,
fifteen or twenty sheets, and SO every pro-
family We utter goes right down through the
Z. leaves Of the book of God'sremembrance 1t
4: is nc, exceptional SIM, Do you suppose you
could count the prof s,of lastly the
profanities sof office, store, shop, factoryf
Sugseds Gods they cursed his word they
cursed lis on Sego6toa
On morning, on Fulton street, as L was
passing along, heard man swear by the
name of Jesus. My hair lifted. Ny blood
ran cold. My breath caught My foot
halted. Do you not suppose that God is ag
gravatedl Do you not suppose that God
knows about It'll Dionysius used to have a
cave in which his culprits were incarcerated,
and he listened ut the top of that cave, and
no could hear every groan, he could hear
every sigh, and he could hear every whisper
Of those who were imprisoned. He wus
tyrant. God is not tyrant, but he bends
over this world and he hears everything
every voice of praise. every voice of iinpre-
cation Ho hears it oil The oaths seem to
die on the air, but they have eternal echo.
; They come back from the ages to come.
Listenl Listenl "All blasphemers shall
have their place in the lake which burneth
with Ere and birthstone, which is the second
death" And if, according to the theory Of
some, q man commits in the next world the
sins which he committed in this world-if
unpardoned, unregencrated-think of
mans going OH cursing in the name Of God
to all eternity!
| The habit grows. You start with small
oath, you will come to the large oath. I saw
man die with an oath between his teeth.
Voltaire only gradually came to his trcmen-
dous imprecatiops; but the habit grew OH him
until in the lust moment, supposing Christ
stood at the bed, he exclaimed: "Crush that
wretchI Crush that wretchI" Oh, my
brother, you begin to swear and there is
nothing impossible for you in the wrong di-
rection.
Who is. this God whose name you are
using in swcaring' Who is hc9 Is he
tyrant? Has be pursued you all your life
long2 Has he starved you, frozen you,
tyrannized over youl No. Ee has loved
you, he has sheltered you, he watched you
last night, he will watch you tonight. He
wants to love you, wants to help you, wants
to save you, wants to comfort you. Flo was
your fathers God and your mothers God.
He has housed them from the blast and he
wants to shelter you. win you spit in lis
face by an imprecation2 viii you ever
thrust him back by al oath3
Whois this Jesus whose name heard in
the imprecationl Has be pursued you all
your life longa What vile thing has be done
to you that you should SO dshonor his name?
Why he was tho Lamb whose blood SIM
mcred in the fires Of sacrifice for you. He is
the brother that took OF his crown that you
rr,;nht mt IT n,,--IIo h -
to love him, wants you to serve him. be
comes with streaming eyes and broken heart
and blistered feet to save you On tho craft
of our doomed humanity he pushed out into
the sea to take you of The wreck.
Where is the hand that will ever be lifted
In in,precation againl Let that hand, now
blood tipped, be lifted that may see it. Not
one. Where is the voice that will ever be
uttered in dishonoring the name Of that
Christi Let it speak now. Not one. Not
one. Oh, 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
bothered. The world by the power of Christ's
gospel is going to be saved, and this crime,
this iniquity, and all the other iniquities will
vanish before the rising of the sun OF right
eousness upon the nation.
There was one day III New. England memoir
able for storm and darkness l hardly ever
saw such an evening. The clouds which had
been gathering all day unlimbered their bat
teries. The Housatonic which flows quietly,
save as the paddles of pleasure parties rattle
the oar locks, was dashed into foam, and tho
waves hardly knew where to lay themselves.
Obi what O time it wasl The hills Jared
under the Iumbling of Gods chariots. Blind
inc sheets of rain drove the cattle to the
bars. OF beat against the window pane as
though to dash it in. The grain fields threw
their crowns of gold ct the feet of the storm
king. When night came in it was double
night, Its mantle was torn with tho light
uincs, and into its locks were twisted the
leaves of uprooted oaks and the shreds OF
canvas torn from the masts Of the beached
shipping. It WIS such night as makes you
thank God for shelter, and open the door to
let in the spaniel bowling outside with terror
We went to sleep under tie full blast OF
heavens great orchestra, the forests with up
lifted voices, in chorus that filled the noun
tains, praising the Lord. We woke not until
the fingers of the sunny morn touched our
eyelids. We looked out tho window and the
Housatonic slept as quiet as all infants
Dream Pillars of clouds set against tho sky
looked like the castles Of the blest built for
heavenly hierarchs on the oeach Oh the azurs
sea. All the trees sparkled IS though there
had been some great grief in heaven, and
each leaf had been God appointed to catch an
angels tear. It seemed ns il our Father had
looked upon the earth, His hayward child,
aud stopped to her tear wet cheek and Kissed
it. So will the darkness OF sin and crime
leave our world before the dawn Of the morn
ing. Tho light shall gid the city spire ana
strike the forests Of Maine and the masts OF
Mobile, aud all between. And one end rest
ing on the Atlantic coast and the other rest
ing on the Pacific beach, God will spring
great rainbow arch Of peace, in token OF ever
lasting covenant that the world Shall never
more see deluge of crime.
'.But,n says some one, preaching against
the evils OF society will accomplish nothing: