The Memphis appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1886-1890, 1888-04-09
SWEARING.
Con,I.uea frem FIr.t pasc.


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 off the wreck.
Where is the hand that will ever be
lifted in imprecation again? Let that
hand, nov blood tipped, be lifted that
may see ii. Not one. Where is the voice
that will ever be uttered in dishonoring the
name ofth Christ? Let it speak now.
Not one. Not one. Oh, am glad to
know that all these voices Of the commu-
nifty, and these crimes OF our city will be
gone. Society is going to be bettered.
The world, by the power OF Christs Cos
pei, is going to be saved, and this crime,
this iniquity, and all the other iniquities,
will vanish before the rising OF the sun OF
righteousness upon the nation.
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 Housa-
tonic, which flows quietly, save as the
paddles OF pleasure parties rattle tho oar
locks, was lashed into foam. and the
waves hardly knew where 10 lay them
selves.
Oh! what time il was. The hills Jared
under the rumbling of Gods chariots.
Blinding sheets OF rain drove the cattle to
the bars, or beat against the window pane
Us though TO dash II in. The grain fields
threw their crowns of gold at the feet OF
the storm king When night came i'm it
was a double night Its mantle was torn
with the lghtnings, and into it's locks
were twisted the leaves OF uprooted oaks
and the shrcds 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
upliited voices, in chorus that filed the
mountains. praising the Lord. We woke
not until the fingers OF the sunny morn
touched our cyelids. We looked out the
window and the llousatonic slept as quiet
rs 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 ~ though there had been
some great grief in heaven, and each leaf
had been God-appointed TO catch an an
gel $ tear. II seemed as II our Father had
looked upon the earth, to his maynard
rhild, and had stopped TO her tear-wct
check and kissed il. SO will the darkness
Df sin and crime leave our world before
lie dawn Of the morning The light shall
gid the city spirc and strike the forests OF
Maine and the masts OF Mobile, and all
between. And one end resting on the
Atlantic coast and the other resting on the
Pacific beach, God will spring u great rain
bow arch OF peace, in token OF everlasting
covenant that the world shall never more
see u deluge Of crime.
but" saws some one, preaching
against the evils Of society will accomplish
nothing. DO you not see that the evils 60
night on?" answer We are not at all dis
eourged.
II 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
waters gathered into two glittcring pail
sadcs on either side. The pillows reared
a Gods hand pulled back upon their
crystal bits Wheel into line, q Israel
Maichl March, Pearls crash under che
feet. The shout Of hosts mounting the
beach answers the shout OF hosts mid sea,
until, us the last line Of the Israel ties have
katllth lnf btatlt Vic bulcluN tllngt ana
the cymbas clap; and ~ the waters Nhcln
the pursuing Zoe the swift fingered
winds on the white keys oi the
foam play the grand march OF
Israel delivered, and the awful dirge
Of Egyptian overthrow. so We 90 forth I;
and stretch ont the hand Of PRAYER and
Christian effort over these dark, boiling
waters Of crime aud sin. AHA Ahal'
tay the dcridng world. Hut wait The
Winds Of divine help will begin to blow ;
The way will clear for the great army of
Christian philanthropisis, the gliitcring
treasures 81 the worlds 'bcneiiccnce will
line the path OF our feet, aud 10 the other
shore We will d. greeted with the clash Of
al heavens cymbals. while those " io NJ
,isi aud deridc and pursue H. will lall un-
der the Sra, and there will bc nothing left
Of them but here aud thcre, cast high
and dry upon the beach, the splintcrcd
Alleel Of q chariot, and, thrust out from
The surf, the brcathlcss nosirls Of rider.
less charger.