Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1889-09-27

~ o'u' 10 lie down in the same dnst ~.
S r. up IN the same resurrection. T. ~ ~
oni. I'm. ~ mat We all acknowledged not
~, Tug iatherhood of God. bnt tho
brotherhood of man. ""' 'ne
49,. me street lmpresses me with the
IN l sna' ~ is Very hard thing for man
Hoona ep ms heart right and to get to
upon us from these places Of Inl,Hg
eoncourse. Amid SO much atflucnce how
nauch temptation to coyetousness. and
ne olscontented with our humble LOT
s ,.mau so many opportunities for over
49, @hat temptation to extortion.
~ t1n.a SO much display, what temptation
~ .anny: Amid SO many saloons of
strong drink, what allurement to die
slpatlon. In the maelstroms of the
street. now many make quick and eter-
MAJ shlpwreck. If man of war comes
PACK from battle, and is towed into
~. Tue navy yard, We go down to look at
Tue splintered spars and count the bullet
noles' and look with patriotic admira-
non on the nag that floated in victory
irom the masthead. But that man is
more of a curiosity who has gone throuoh
thirty years Of the sharp shooting of
business life, and yet sails on, victor
over the temptations of the street. Oh!
now many have gone down under the
pressure, leaving not SO much as the
patch of canvas to tell where they per-
ished. They never had any peace.
Their dishonesties kept tolling in their
ears. Ii had an ax, and could split
open the beams of that fine house, per-
haps would find in the very heart of it
a skeleton. In his very best wine there
is smack of the poor mans sweat. Oh!
Is 1t strange that when man has de-
dow -'co1 L.
with indigestion? All the forces of ma
ture are against him. The floods are
ready to drown him, and the earthquake
to swallow HIM, and the fires to consume
him, and the lightnings to smite him.
But the children of God are on every
street, and i'll the day when the crowns
of Heaven are distributed, some of the
brightest will be given to those men who
were faithful to God and faithful to the
souls of others amid the marts of bus1-
ness, proving themselves the heroes of
the street. Mighty were their tempta-
tions, mighty was there deliverance, and
mighty shall be their triumph.
Again, the street impresses me with
the fact that life is full of pretentions
and sham. What subterfuge, what dou-
BILE dealing, what twofacedness Do all
the people who wish you good morning
all the people who shake hands love
! each other? Are all those anxious about
your health who inquire concerning it?
Do all want to see you who ask you to
call? Does all the world know half as
much as it pretends to know? Is there
not many a wretched stock of goods
with q brilliant show window? Passing
up and down these streets to your bust
ness and your work, nre you not inn
! pressed with the fact that much of So
ciety is hollow, and that there are sub
terfuges and pretensions? Oh! how
many there are who swagger and strut,
and how few people who are natural and
walk. While tops shipper, and fools
chuckle, and simpletons gigele how few
people are natural and laugh. The
courtesan and the libertine go down the
street in beautiful apparel, while within
the heart there are volcanoes of passion
consuming their life away. l say these
things not to create in you incredulity
and misanthropy, nor do forget there
are thousands of people q great deal
better than they seem; but I do not
think any man is prepared for the con-
flict of this life until he knows this par
ticular peril. Ehud comes pretending
to pay his tax to King Eglon, and while
he stands in front of the king, stabs
him through with dagger until the
haft went in after the blade. Judas
Iscariot kissed Christ.
Again, the street inpresses me with
the fact that it is great field for Chris
tian charity. There are hunger and suf-
| the country; but these evils chiefly con-
gregate in our great cities. On every
! street crime prowls, and drunk enness
| staggers, and shame winks, and pauper-
ism thrusts out it's hand asking for aims.
Here want is most squalid and hunger
is most lean. A Christian man, going
along street in New York, saw o poor
lad and he stopped and said: My boy,
do you know how to read and writer"
The boy made no answer. The man
asked the question twice and thrice:
Can you read and writer" and then the
boy answered with tear splashing on
the back OF his hand. He said in def
ance: "No, sir; can't read nor write,
neither. God, sir. don't want me to
read and write. Didn't He take away
Der to have seen him? and haven't [ had
to go along the street to get something
to fetch home to eat for the folks? and
didn't I, as soon as could carry a bas-
ket, have to go out and pick up cinders,
and never have no schooling Sir? God
don't want me to read, sir. I can't read
nor write neither Oh, these poor
wanderers! They have no chance
t Born in degradation, as they get ur
from their hands and knees to walk
they take their first step on the road tc
despair. Let us go forth inthe name OF
the Lord Jesus Christ to rescue them
If you are not willing to 90 forth your
self. then give of your means; and ifyor
are too lazy to go, and if you are toe
stingy to help, them get out of the way
and hide yourself in the dens and caves
of the earth, lest, when Christ.s chariot
comes along, the horses hoofs trample
you into the mire. Beware lest the
thousands of the destitute of your city
in the last great day, rise up and curse
your stupidity and your neglect. One
cold winters day, as q Christian mar
was going along the Battery IN New
York, he saw little girl seated at the
gate, shivering in the cold. He said te
her: "My child, what do you sit there
for, this cold day." "Oh," she replied,
Il am waiting-I am waiting for some:
body to come and take care Of me-
aWIy." said the man, what makes you