The Russellville Democrat., 1889-03-21


 Yet at that very time the French peas antry were bringing their valuables to
 him to keep. A celebrated writer says of the transaction:
 | Nothing can be grander or more nobly orig | inal than this admission. This old soldier. | after thirty years service, this iron man and victorious general, established in an enemys country at the head Of an immense army, h l afraid of his creditorsi This is a kind or fear | that has seldom troubled conquerors and fn'
 yaders. and doubt if the annals of war pre-
 sent any thing comparable to its sublime sim
 plicity.
 Oh is it not high time that we preached
 the morals of the Gospel, right beside the faith of the Gospel? Mir. Froude, the cell ebrated English historian, has written of
 his own country these remarkable words: | From the great house in the City of London | to the village grocer the commercial life of En- | gland has been saturated with fraud. So deep | has il gone that a strictly honest tradesmen can hardly hold his ground against competition. | You can no longer trust that any article you buy is the thing which 1t pretends to be. We | have false weights, false measures. cheating and shoddy everywhere. And yet the clergy have seen all this grow up in absolute indiner- ence. Many hundreds of sermons have heard | in England, many q dissertation on the mys- | teries of the faith on the divine mission Of the clergy on bishops and justification, and the | theory Of good works, and verbal inspiration, and the efficacy Of the sacraments; but, during ali these thirty wonderful years, never one that | lean recollect on common honesty. l Now, that may be an exaggerated state- ment of things in England, but I am very certain that in all parts of the earth we | need to preach the moralities of the Gos- | pei right along beside the faith of the | Gospel.
 1 My hearerl What are you doing with that fraudulent document in your pockets
 My other hearerl How are you getting along with that wicked scheme you have now on foot? Is that "pool ticket" you have in your pocket? Why, o young man, were you last night practicing in copying your employers signature? Where were I you last night? Are your habits as good as when you left your fathers house' You had a Christian ancestry, perhaps, and | you have had too many prayers spent on | you to go overheard.
 | Dr. Livingstone, the famous explorer, was descended from the Highlanders, and | he said that one of his ancestors, one Of | the Highlanders, one day called his fami- | ly around him. The Highlander was dying; he had his children around his | death bed. He said: ''Now, my lads, have looked all through our history as far back as I can find it, and I have never found dishonest man in all the line, and want you to understand you inherit good blood. You have no excuse for doing wrong. My lads, be honest"
 An, my friends, be honest before God. be honest before your fellow men, be honest before your soul. If there be those here who have wandered away, como back, come home, come now, one and all. not one exception in all the assemblage, ,ptn ha G;prJnp, nf back on the right track. The door of mercy is open and the infinite heart of God is full of compassion. Come home! Come home Oh, would be we'll satisfied if I could save some young man this morning, some young man that has been going astray and would like to get back. l am glad some one has set to music that scene in August of 1881, when a young girl saved from death whole rail train of passengers. Some of you re- member that out West, in that year on a stormy night, hurricane blew down part of a railroad bridge. A freight train came along and it crashed into the ruin, and the engineer and conductor perished. There was a girl living in her fathers cabin near the disaster, and she heard the crash of the freight train and she knew that in few moments an express train was due. She lighted a lantern and clambered up on the one beam of the wrecked bridge on to the main bridge. which was trestle work, and started to cross amid the thunder and the lightning of the tempest and the raging of the torrent beneath. Ono misstep and it would have been death. Amid all that horror the lantern went out. Crawling sometimes and sometimes walk ing over the slippery rails and over the trestle work, she came to the other side of the river. She wanted to get to the tele- graph station, where the express train did not stop, so that the danger might be tele- graphed to the station where the train did stop. The train was due in five minutes. She was one mile of from the telegraph station, but fortunately the train was late. With cut and bruised feet she flew like the wind. Coming up to the telegraph sta tion, panting with almost deathly ex- haustion, she had only strength to shout:
 "The bridge is down."
 when she dropped unconscious and could hardly be resuscitated. The message was sent from that station to the next station and the train halted and that night the brave girl saved the lives of hundreds of passengers and saved many homes from desolation.
 But every street is track, and every style of business is track, and every day is track, and every night is a track, and multitudes under the power of temptation come sweeping on and sweeping down toward perils raging and terrific. God help us to go out and stop the train. Let us throw some signal. Let us give some warning. By the throne of God let us flash some influence to stop the downward progress. Bewarel Bewarei The bridge is down, the chasm is deep and the light nings of God set all the night of sin on fire with this warning:
 He, that being often reproved, hardeneth his neck, shall suddenly be destroyed, and that without remedy.