The gold leaf. [volume] (Henderson, N.C.) 1881-1911, 1888-11-01
REV. SAM P. JONES
THE GREAT GEORGIA EVANGE.
LIST.
He Assaults the Citadels of Sin in Dur
ham.
durham Recorder, October 22.I

Inc great evangelist, rev. Sdm L.
Jones, OF Georgia, is here and preach
ed five sermons since the last issue OF
the Recorder went to its readers. We
have heard four of them, anil the peo-
pie Of Durham have been preached to
as they never were before.
The fame of Mr.. Jones styl, has
gone abroad throughout the land and
the people everywhere are anxious to
hear him. AS consequence Durham
is stirred from centre to circumference
and people are focking here to hear
him. He is now the centre of at
traction and the subject of every con-
versation, and like all things else con-
nected with human nature, there are
Various shades of opinion. But he is
a remarkable man. As he says his
congregations ''pray and praise and
laugh" His sermons have the ele-
ments Of wit, sarcasm, ridicule and
tender pathos. He breaches as no
one else ever did in Durham, and as no
one else can preach. He hurls at his
congregation hard facts, plain spoken
truths, and they are frequently Illus
trated very effectively with harsh words
and slang. But that is his way of
dealing with matters. There is but
one Sam Jones in this age. If any
resident minister Of Durham were to
preach from his pulpit as the evan
gclist does there would be discen ms,
and chickering's in the congregation
and it would indeed "pay him up and
let him 60" The fact is the people
have never heard the truth told SO
plainly as it is now being erunciated
day by day at Parish S warehouse. Mr..
Jones wieds Damascus blade, keen
and sharp, in the cause of Christiani
", the interest Of homes and the hap
piness of the human race. He does it
fearlessly and boldly, and he has al
ready priCked many fostering sore
and few there be who have heard him,
who, if they will honestly confess it,
have not felt the keen edge Of his blade.
At one time he will have You laugh
ing at his rldiCule of the ways and
manners of people, and the next mo-
ment his pathos will force the sprays
of feeling to the eye-lids drawn from
the fountain of tears. He knows hu-
snan nature and he pictures sin in such
glowing COlOrs that it is given unto
the human heart alone to know and
feel the throes and agonies of sin un
forgiven, when judged by the standard
of moral character, and many "a smiling
face beamed over a heart whose bright
est dream IS broken and whose relgi-
oas sunlight is gone out, even as the
brilliant sky sometimes drops its irl
descent beams of radiance above
dark sobbing and moaning sea.
The singing at these meetings is
most sure to stir the fountain of song
in every breast The choir under the
direction of Prof Excel, performs its
mission we'll. The Professors solos
are of the sweetest, tenderest and most
beautiful creations of vocalisln that we
have heard in many years. Each note
is as clear as the smile of a crystal,
pure as the soul of snowflake and as
soft as the down upon tender thris-
tie, and they all mingle together as har-
moniously as the peaceful wavelets of
meeting streams, and make up those
pure tides of melody which flow through
banks of blooming flowers.
The Recorder believes the meeting
will do an incalculab!e amount of good
in Durham. Any thing that tends to
make men and women nobler and live
honest, spotless lives our feeble pen
will encourage. The Recorder would
ike to see every citizen of Durham
possessing .'the peace which is born oil
religion and which has for its founda-
ton the granite mountain of faith, a:
calm and serene and bright and beau
tiEsl as those silver rippes of star
beams which play IN sparkling lustre
on every mountain peak and which
leaves brightness aud i beauty there
undisturbed by the fogs and the va
pors and the shadow and the gloom O
the clSad-o2rtaiaed valleys below
And secI, a peace not only tints Life
with brightest CLEANS of comfort bu
it brings repose to earthly trials a
sweet as that blessed hush which brood
over the blue -Egean sea, when tn
winds are gone and the billows ar
asleep