The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1889-11-18


for all these things God will bring thee into
Judg dgment." We may not know much, but
we know that
Young people refuse the advice Of par
ents. They say: Father is over-suspi-
cious, and mother is getting old" But
those parents have been on the sea Of life
They know where the storms sleep, and
during their voyage have seen thousand
battered hulks marking the place where
beauty burned, and intellect foundered,
and morality sank. They are old sailors,
having answered many a signal of distress
and endured great stress of weather,
and gone scudding under baro poles;
and the old folks know what they
are talking about. Look at that
man-in his cheek the glow OF
Internal fires. His eye flashes not as once
with thought, but with low passion. His
brain is a sewer through which impurity
floats, aud his heart the trough in which
lust wallows aud drinks. Men shudder as
the leper passes, and parents cry, "wolf
wolf W Yet he once said the Lords Prayer
at his mothers knee, and against that in
iquttous brow once passed pure mothers
lip. But he refused her counsel He went
where euroclydons have their lair. He
foundered on the sea, while all hell echoed
at the roar of the wreck: Lost Pacifcsl
Lost Paciflc5l
Another lesson from the subject is that
christians are always safe.
There did not seem TO be much chance for
Paul getting out of that shipwreck. did
there? They had not, in those DAYS, rock
cts with which to throw ropes over founder
ing vessels. Their life boats were of but
little worth. Aud yet, Notwithstanding all
the danger, my text says that Paul escaped
safe to land. And so it will always be with
Gods children. They may be plunged into
darkness and trouble, but by the throne of
the eternal God, assert it, they shall all
escape safe to land.n
Sometimes there comes q storm of COM
mercial disaster. The cables break. The
masts fall. The cargoes are scattered over
the sea. Obi what struggling and leaping
on kegs and hogsheads and cornbins aud
store shelvesl And yet, though they may
have it so very hard in commercial circles,
the good, trusting in God, all come safe to
land.
Wreckers go out on the oceans beach and
find the shattered hulks of vessels; and on
tho streets of our great cities there is many
a wreck. MaInsail slit with bankers pen.
Hulks abeam's end on insurance counters.
Vast credits sinking, having suddenly
sprung leak. Yet all OF them who ara
Gods children shall at last, through his
goo mess and mercy, escape safe to land.
The Scandinavian warriors used to drink
had slain. Even so God will help US, out of
the conquered ills and disasters Of life, to
drink sweetness and strength for our souls
You have, my friends, had illustrations
in your own life of how God delivers his
people. l have had illustrations in my own
life of the same truth. / was once in what,
on your Mediterranean, you call Eurocly-
| don, but what, on the Atlantic, We call a
| cyclone, but the same storm. The steamer
4 (trpaRa Of thQ National limo ~
| the river Mersey at Liverpool, bound for
New York. We had on board seven hun
| dred, crew and passengers. We came
| together strangers-Italians, Irishmen, En-
| glishmen, Swedes. Norwegians, Ameri-
cans. Two flags hoated from the masts-
| British and American ensigns We had a
| new vessel, or ons so thor oughlyss remoieled
| that the voyage had around it all the un-
| certaintles of a trial trip. The great
steamer felt its way cautiously out into the
sea. The pilot was discharged; and, com-
| mitting ourselves to the care of him who
holdeth the winds in his fist, we
were fairly started on our voyage
of three Thousand miles, It was
rough nearly all the way-the sea with
strong buffet1ng disputing our path. But
one night, at II o'clock, after the lights had
been put out, cyclone-a wind just made
to tear ships to pieces-caught us in It's
we had not time to take in the sails or to
fasten the matches. You may know that
the bottom of the Atlantic is strew with
the ghastly work of cyclones. o, they are
cruel winds. They have hot breath, as though
they came up from Internal furnaces. The r
merriment is the cry of affrighted passen-
gers. Their play is the laundering of steam
ers. And, when ship goes down, they
laugh until both continents hear them
n ~
with my hand-rolling on! rolling opl with
the finger of terror writing on the white
sheet of the wave this sentence Of doom
Let all that come within this circle perish |
Brlgantines, go down. Clippers, go down.
Steamships. go downr' And the
vessel, hearing the terrible voice,
crouches in the surf, and as the waters
gurgle through the matches and port
holes, it lowers away, thousands Of feet
down, farther and farther, until at last 1t
strikes the bottom; and all is peace, for
they have landed Helmsman, dead at the
wheell Engineer, dead amidst the ex-
tinguished furnacesi Captain, dead IN the
gang wayl Passengers, dead in the cabin |
Buried in the great cemetery OF dead
steamers, beside the City of Boston. the
Lexington. the President, the Cambria
waiting for the archangePs trumpet to
split up the decks and wrench open
thought that had seen storms on the
sea before; but all of them together might
have come under one wing of that cyclone.
We were only eight or niue hundred miles
from home, and in high expectation Of soon
seeing our friends, for there was no one on
board so poor as not to have friend. But
it seemed as il we were to be disappointed.
The most of us expected then and there to
die. There were none who made light of
the peril, save two. One was an English
man, and he was drunk, and the other was
an American, and he was fooli 0, what a
time it wasl A night to make ones hair
turn white. We came out Of the berths,
and stood in the gangway, and looked into
the steerage. and sat in the cabin. While
seated there, we heard overhead something
like minute guns. 1t was the bursting of
the sails. We held on with both hands to
keep our places. Those who attempted to
cross the floor came back bruised and
gashed. Cups and glasses were dashed to
fragments; pieces Of the table get
ting loose, swung across the saloon.
1t seemed as If the hurricane took that
great snip of thousands Of tons and
stood it on end and said "Snall sink it,
or let it 90 this onceT' And then it came
down with such force that the billows
trampled over it, each mounted of fury.
We felt that everything depended on the
propelling screw. IL that stopped for an
Instant we knew the vessel would fall off
into the trough Of the sea and sink, and SO
we prayed that the screw, which three
times since leaving Liverpool had already
stopped, might not stop now. o! how
anxiOuslv wa EQtanad IN the ra1ular fhunr