The Russellville Democrat., 1889-09-26
FIFTEENTH YEAR--NO. 36.

] what temptation to extortion. Amid so much display, what temptation to vanity. Amid so many saloons of strong drink, what allurement to dissipa- ton. In the maelstroms of the street. how many make quick and eternal ship
 wreck. If a man-of-war comes back 1 from battle, and is lowed into the navy 1 yard, we go down 10 see the splintered spars and count the bullet holes, and | look with patriotic admiration on the flag | that doated in victory from the mast 1 head. But that man is more of cu- riosity who has gone through thirty 1 years of the sharp shooting of business l life, and yet sails on, victor over the l temptations of the street. Ohl how
 many have gone down under the press. ure, leaving not so much as the patch of canvas to tell where they per shed. They l never had any peace. Their dshonesties
 kept tolling in their ears.
 l If had an axe and could split open the
 beams of that fue house perhaps would find in the very heart of it skel- | eion. In the very best wine there is a | smack of the poor mans sweat. Oh is l it strange that when man has devoured | widows houses he is disturbed with iudi- l gestionl All the forces of nature are
 against him. The floods are ready to drown him, and the earthquake to swal- l low him, and the fires to consume him,
 and the lightnings to smite him. But l the children of God are on every street,
 aud in 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 busi- | rta Fla r,F
 the street. Mighty were their tempta-
 tions, mighty was their deliverance, and
 mighty shall be their triumph.
 Again, the street impresses me with the
 fact that life is full of pretensions and
 sham. What subterfuge, what double
 dealing, what twofacedness? Do 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 pre-
 tends to know? Is there not many a
 wretched stock of goods with brilliant l show windowg Passing up and down
 these streets to your business and your
 work, are you not impressed with the
 fact that much of society is hollow, and
 that there are subterfuges and preten-
 sionss Oh, how many there are who
 swagger and strut, and how few people
 who are natural and walk. While fops
 simper and fools chuckle and simpletons
 giggle. 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 vol
 canoes of passion consuming their life 1 away. 1 say these things not to create
 in you ineredulity and misan thropy, nor l do forget there are thousands of peo- | pie great deal better than they seem;
 but do not think any man is prepared l for the conflict of this life until he knows 1 this particular peril Ehud comes pre-
 tending to pay his tax to King E ylon, and while he stands in front of the King stabs him through with dagger until | the haft went in after the blade. Jud IS Iscariot kissed Christ.
 Again, the street impresses me with the | fact that it is great field for Christian
 charity. There are hunger, and suffering,
 and want, and wretcheduess in the coun | try, but these evils chiefly congregate in | our great cities. ca every street crime | prowls, and drunkenness staggers, and
 shame winks. and pauperism thrusts out | it's hand asking for aims. Here want is
 most squ alid and hunger is most lean. A Christian man going along street in l New York saw poor lad, and he stopped
 and said: My boy, do you know how to
 read and writey" The boy made no an-
 swer. The man asked the question twice and thrice: Gan you read and writer" and then the boy answered with a tear plashing on the back of his hand. He said in defiance; ''No, sir; I can't
 read nor write neither. God, sir, don't
 want me to read and write. Didn't He take away my father so long ago l never remember 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 I
 could carry a basket have to go out and | pick up cinders, and never have no | schooling, sir? God don't want me to
 read, sir. can't read nor write neither" !" Oh, these poor wanderers They have
 no chance. Born in degradation, as they | get up from their hands and knees to walk | they take their first step on the road to | despair. Let us go forth in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ to rescue them. If | you are not willing to go fo'th yourself, then giyc of your means; and if you are
 too lazy to go, and if you are too stingy l to help, then get out of the way, and hide
 
 1 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 stupid | ity and your neglect. One cold winters
 day, us a Christian man was going along
 tue Battery in New York, he saw little | girl seated at the gate, shivering in the cold, He said 10 her:
 My child, what do you sit there for, this cold day?'
 | "Oh," she replied, "I am waiting-I am
 waiting for somebody to come and take
 care of me-"
 "Why," said the man, ''what makes | you think any body will come and take
 care of you?'
 | Oh" she said, "my mother died last
 week and l was crying very much, and | she said: Don't cry my dear; though ! am gone and your father is gone, the Lord will send some body to take care of you.' | My mother never told lie; she said some one would come and take care of me, and am waiting for thom 10 come." | Q, yes, they are waiting for you. Men | of great hearts, gather them in, gather | them iu. Ii is not the will Of our Heaven- | ly Father that ono of these little ones should perish.
 ! Lastly. the street impresses me with the fact that all the people arc looking forward. l see expectancy written on almost every face l meet between here and Brooklyn bridge, or walking the
 whole length of Broadway. Where you
 find thousand people walking straight on, you only find one man stopping and looking back. The fact is, God made us all to look ahead because we are i'm
 mortal. In this tramp of the multitud7 on the streets l hear the tramp of a great host marching and marching for eternity.
 Beyond the ofice the store the shop, the street there is a world, populous and
 tremendous. Through Gods grace, may
 you reach that blessed place. A great throng fills those boulevards and