The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1888-07-05

Known nothing of the Pentecost and moth.
Inc of Stephcns martyrdom, and nothing OF
Tabitha's resurrect on. and nothing OF tns
failing and unjailing Of Paul and oiias, an
nothing Of the shipwreck at Melita- .'ukS
out the reporters work from the rr..wsnt noio anu
II makes me think that in the future OF enc
kingdom of God the reporters arc to Dear
mighty part
About thirteen years ago a representative
of an important newspaper took MS seas IN
this church, one Sabbath night, about nvo
pews from the front Of this pulpit ne took
out pencil and reporters pad resolved 70 Gait
csture the whole scene When the music began
he began and with his pencil he derided chat;
and then deridcd the prayer and then derided
the reading OF the Scriptures, and then began
to deride the sermon. But, he says, for some
reason his hand began ito tremble, and ne:
rallying himself, sharpened his pencil ana
started again, but broke down again, and
then put pencil and paper In his pocket
and his head down on the frcnt of the Ps-
and began to pray At the close OF me
service he came up and asked for the
prayers OF others and gave ms nears
to God; although still engaged in news
paper work, he is an evangelist ana nires
hall at his own expense and every Saboaen
afternoon breaches Jesus Christ to the peo-
pie. And the men of that profession are 60
try. know hundreds OF them, and more
genial or highly educated class of men II
would be hard to find, aud, though the
tendency of their profession may be toward
skepticism, an organized, common sense
Gospel invitation would fetch them to the
front of all Christian endeavor. Men OF the
pencil and pen, in all departments, yon need
the help of the Christian religion. In the
day when people want to get their news
papers at three cents, and are hoping for
the time when they can get any OF
them at one cent, and, as conse'
auence, the attaches Of the printing press are
by the thousand ground under the cylinders,
you want God to take care OF you and your
families. Some of your best work ISL much
LOST for which the author received 81 and
the immortal poem, 'Hohenlinden. OF
Thomas Campbell when he first offered it
for publication, and in the column called
"Notices to correspondents" appeared the
words: 'To 7. C.-The lines commencing
'On Linden when the sun was low are not up
to our standard. Poetry is not I. G S forte" :"
O men of the pencil and pen, amid your
unapprecIated work you need announcement
and YOU can have it. Printers OF all Chris
tendon, editors, reporters, compositors, press
men, publishers and readers of that which is
printed, resolve that you will not write, set
up, edit issue or read anything that debases
BODY, mind or soul. In the name OF Uol, py
the LAYING on of the hands of faith AMI
PRAYER, ordain the printing press for right
eousness and liberty and salvation. All
of us with some influence that will help
in the right direction, let us put our hands to
the work imploring God to hasten the consum-
nation. A ship with hundreds of passengers
approaching the South American coast. the
man on the lookout neglected his work
and in few minutes the ship would have
been dashed to ruin on the rocks. But Q
cricket on board the vessel, that had made no
sound all the voyage, set up shrlll call at
the smell of land, and the Captain knowing
that habit of the insect. tho vessel was
stopped in time to avoid an awful wreck.
And so, insignificant means now may do
wonders and the scratch of apsn may save
the shipwreck of soul.
Are you all ready for the signing OF the
contract, the league, the solemn treaty pro
posed between journalism and evangelism.
Ave, let it be Christian marriage of the
pulpit and the printing press. The ordina.
tion Of the former on my head. the pen OF
the latter in my hand, it is app opriate that
publish the banns of such a marriage. Let
them from this day be one in the magnificent
work of the worlds redemption.
Let thrones and powers and Kingdoms b.
Obedient mighty God, to Thee
And over land and stream and main,
Now wave the scepter Thy reign.
o, let that glorious an hem swell,
Let host to host the tr umph tell,
Till not one rebel heart remains,
NIT 4vay all the Saw nv yai0na