The Mankato free press. [volume] (Mankato, Blue Earth County, Minn.) 1879-1924, 1888-04-13

WI1huE WIN hidulIOiu tnoctB, 20 b10b 9 man
writing on one leaf writes clear through ten,
fifteen or twenty sheets, and 30 every pro
family we utter goes right down through the
leaves Of the book Of Gods remembrance. Il
Is no exceptional sin. Do you suppose you
profanities of Office, score, shop, factoryl
They cursed God, they cursed his word. thew
cursed his only begotton son.
On morning, on Fulton street, a. was
| passing along, heard man swear by the
name OF Jesus. My hair lifted Ny blood
ran cold Ny breath caught. Ny foot
halted. Do you not suppose that God Is ag-
grayated9 Do you not suppose that Ged
knows about til Dionysins used to have q
cave In which his culprits were incarcerated,
and be listened at the top OF that cave, and
he could hear every groan, he could hear
/ every sigh, and he could hear every whisper
| OF those who were imprisoned He was q
tyrant God IS not tyrant, but he bends
over this world and he hears everything
every voice of praise, every voice OF inpre-
cation BE hears it all Tho oaths seem to
die on the air, but they have eternal echo.
They come back from the ages 70 coma.
LiSteni Iisteni San blasphemsrs shah
have their place In the lake which burneth
with Gre and birthstone, which is the second
DEATH And If, according to the theory Of
some, man commits in the next world the
sins which he committed In this world--if
unpardoned, unregenerated- Of q
mans going on curzing In the name Of God
to all eternityI
The habit grows. You start with a small
oath, you will come to the large oath. saw
q man die with an oath between his teeth.
NH only Ii
dous imprecations; but the habit grew on him
until in the last moment, supposing Christ
stood at the bed, he exclaimed: 'iCrush that
wretchi Crush that wretchi" Oh, nv
brother, you begin to swear and there Is
nothing impossible for You in the wrong d.
rection.
Who is this God whose name Won are
using in swearingl Who q hei Is he a
tyrantG Has he pursued you all your life
longa Has he starved you, frozen you,
tyrannized over youi No. He has loved
you, he has sheltered you, he watched Won
last night, he win watoh you tonight He
wants to love you, wants to help you, wants
to save you, wants to comfort you. He 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 his
face by an imprecationi WIN you ever
thrust him back by an oathG
Who is this Jesus whose name heard In
the imprecation9 Has he pursued you all
your life long7 What vile thing has he done
to you that you should so dishonor his namei
Why, he was the Lamb whose blood sin-
mered in the fires of sacrifice for you. he Is.
the brother that took of his crown that you
might put it on. He has pursued 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 On the craft
of our doomed humanity he pushed out into
the sea to take you of the wreck.
Where is the hand that win ever be lifted
In iInprecation againl Let that hand, now
blood tipped, be lifted that may see it Not
one Where is the voice that win 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
bettered The world by the power Of Christs
gospel is going to be saved, and this crime,
this iniquity, and all the other iniquities win
vanish before the rising of the sun Of right
eousness upon the nation.
There was one day In New England memoir
able for storm and darkness. 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 the
waves hardly knew where to lay themselves
Oil what time it wasi The hills Jared
under the rumbling of Gods chariots. Blind
ing 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 double
night. Its mantle was torn with the light
nings, and into its locks were twisted the
leaves of uprooted oaks and the shreds Of
canvas torn from the masts Of the beached
shipping 1t was 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 the full blast Of
heavens great orchestra, the forests with up
lifted voices, in chorus that filed the noun
tains, praising the Lord We woke not until
the fingers Of the sunny morn touched our
eyelids We looked out the window and the
Housatonic slept as quiet as an infants
dream. Pillars Of clouds set against the sky
looked like the castles OF the blest built for
heavenly hierarchs on the beach of the azure
sea- All 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 IL our Father had
looked upon the earth, His Maynard child,
and stopped to her tear wet cheek and kissed
it. So win the darkness Of sin and crime
leave our world before the dawn of the morn
ing. The light shall gid the city spire and
strike the forests of Maine and the masts of
Mobile, and all between. And one end rest
ing on the Atlantic coast and the other rest
ing on the Pacific beach, God VIII spring a
great rainbow arch of peace, In token of ever
lasting covenant that the world shall never
more see deluge Of crime
"But," says some one, preaching against
the evils OF society win accomplish nothing.
Do you not see that the evils go right onGn
/ answer, we are not at all discouraged.
It seemed insignificant for Moses to stretch
his hand over the Red sea- What power
could that have over the watersl But the
east wind blew all night; the waters gath
cred into two glittering palisades on either
side. The pillows reared as Gods hand
pulled back upon their crystal bits. Wheel
into line, oh Israeli Marchi march, Pearls
crash under their feet. The shout Of hosts
mounting 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 wa
tiers whelm the pursuing foe the swift fin
gered winds ON the white keys Of the foam
play the grand march Of Israel delivered,
and the awful dirge of Egyptian overthrow.
So we go forth; and stretch out the hand Of
prayer and Christian effort over these dark,
boiling waters Of crime and sin. "Ahal
AhaI" say the deriding world But wait
The winds Of divine help viii begin to blow;
the way win clear for the great army Of
Christian philanthropists; the glittering
treasures of the worlds benefcence win line
the path Of our feet; and to the other shore
we viii be greeted with the clash Of al
heavens cymbals; while those who resist
and deride and pursue us win fall under the
sea, and there win be nothing left Of them
hut here and there, cast high and dry upon
the beach, the splintered wheel Of chariot,
and, thrust out from the surf, the breathless
uostril Of ridsrless charger.
The snow in going has proved almost
as formidable an obstruction to railway
traffic as it was in coming. Nearly every
northwestern line has been treubled
with washouts more or less serious the
past week.
A WOman's Discovery.