Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1889-09-27

Again the street impresSes me with the
fact that life is full Of pretensions and sham.
What subterfuge, what double dealing, what
Indebtedness! DO all the people who wish
you good morning really hope for you a
happy day. Do all the people who shake
hands love each Othery Are all those
anxious about your health who inquire con-
corning it' Do all want to sec you who ask
you TO cali2 Does all the world know half
as much as IL pretends TO know is
there not many wTetched stock
of goods with brilliant show
Window 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
pretensions? OH how many there are who
swagger and strut, and how few people are
natural and walk While fops shipper. and
fools chuckle, and simpletons giggle, how few
people are natural and laugh. The courte-
san and the libertine go down the
street in beautiful apparel, while with
in the heart there are volcanoes Of pas
sion consuming their life away. l say
these things not TO create in you incredulity
and misanthropy, nor do l forget there are
thousands OF people great deal better than
they seem; but | do not think any man is
prepared for the conflict of this life until he
knows this particular peril. Ehud comes pre-
tending to pay his tax TO King Eglon, and
Wnlit lie bItuuS III lIuub VI lllb MIX, bbttDo
him through with dagger until the haft
went in after the blade. Judas Iscariot
kissed Christ
Again, the street impresses me with the
fact that it is a great field for Christian
charity. There are hunger and suffering, and
want and wrechedness in the country; but
Chese evils chiefly congregato in our great
cities. On every street crime prowls, and
drunkenness stagScrs, and shame winks and
pauperism thrusts out its hand asking for aims.
Hero want is most squalid and hunger is most
lean. A Christian man. going along street
in New York, saw 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 a tear FLASHING on the
back of his hand He said in de
fiance: mo, sir; | 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 remen-
Der to have seen hims aud haven't had
! to go along the street to get something to
fetch home to eat for the folks? and
didn't /, as soon as l 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 degra-
dation, 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
II you are not willing to go forth yourself,
then give of your means; and if you are too
lazy TO go, and if you are too stingy to help,
then 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 trsmple 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 a Chris
tian man was going along tho Battery in
gate, shiverlng in the cold. He said to her:
my child, what do you sit there for, this
cold day?" oh" she replied, II am wait
ing-I am waiting for somebody to come
and take care of me-" "Why" said the
man, what makes you think anybody will
come and take care of you" ''Oh," she
said, my mother died last week and was
crying very much, and she said: Don't
cry, my dear; though | am gone and your
father is gone, the Lord will send somebody
to take care of YOU My plother never told
a lie; she said some one would come and take
care of me- and l am waiting for them to
come" o yes, they are waiting for you.
Men of great hearts, gather them in, gather
them in. 1t is not the will of your Heavenly
perish,
Lastly, the street impresses me with the
fact that all the people are looking forward.
| see expectancy written on almost every face
/ 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 stop
ping and looking back. The fact is,
God made us all to look ahead be-
cause We are immortal. In this tramp
of tho multitude on the streets l hear the
tramp of n great host, marching and march
ing for eternity. Beyond the Office, 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 the streets are
n-rush with the chariots of conquerors The
inhabitants go up and down. but they never
weep and they never toll A river flows
through that city, with rounded and luxur-
ious banks, and trees of life laden with ever
| lasting fruitage bend their branches to dip tho
crystal, No plumed hearse rattles over that
pavement, for they arc never sick. With
immortal health glowing in every vein they
know not how to die. Those towers
of strength, those palaces Of beau
| ty, CLEAN in the light of sun
that never sets. Oh, heaven, beaut-
full heaven! Heaven, where our friends are.
They take no census in that city, for it is in
habited by "a multitude which no man can
number" Rank above rank. Host above
host. Gallery above gallery, sweeping all
around the heavens. Thousands Of thou
sands. Millions of millions. Blessed are
they who enter in through the
gate into that city. Oh! start for
! 1t to-day. Through the blood of the
great sacrifice of the Son of God, take up
your march to heaven, "fhe Spirit and the
Bride say come, and whosoever will let him
come and take of the water of life freely"
Join this great throng marching heaven
ward. All the doors Of invitation are open.
"And saw twelve gates, and there were
twelve pearls"