Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1889-03-02
A N1IpNIGHT PRAYER.

Inc heV. N1lilam Robertson was given
to hospitality. Inserted in the door of his
quaint old house at Westfeld, in Midlo-
THAN, was copy in painted glass of a
famous window in the Duomo of Florence,
representing the arrival at Emmaus, with
the legend below in Greek and English:
abide with us; for it is toward evening,
and the day is far SPENT
The good clergyman, though disease had
locked the pulpit door against him, minis
tered to the poor and the sick. A young
woman in the neighborhood, dying of con-
sumption, was frequently visited. Mr..
Robertson, ON his last visit, repeated to
her the closing lines of hymn sung by
the Swiss of the Engadine, "Up, Up, My
Hearth which he had translated into
English verse. His sister met him on his
return, and while standing at the gate
under the pines, listening to their wailing
music, he said:
'She is still alive, but unconscious
though she walked up when | repeated the
closing lines of the Engadine hymn-the
last she will hear on earth. When it
comes to midnight-for that's the time
she'll go-we must sing that hymn
When the hour came the good man and
LIS oiStCI sang W Tic SOltHu IOue Oh the
organ, and as softly as in the presence of
death:
Up. then, my heart
To Thee, my Jesus, only
Till when part
On my last journey lonely,
Safe from all harms,
Thy blood shall shield me dying.
TIL IN Thine arms
l wake to find me lying
II think she will be across now" said
the minister, as they finished the metrical
prayer. When they came down in the
morning they were told that she had
passed away Youths Companion.
AN ESTIMATE OF REV. SAM P. JONES.
A correspondent writing from Georgia to
California religious paper concerning the
services of Rev. Sam Jones upon this coast,
says:
Your paper must have an added and ex-
ceeding interest to its readers as Sam
Jones, the American evangelist, is among
them.
Even the great secular papers on this
side of the Sierras paragraph and column
him, for the great stirring public. from
Canada to Florida, reads all of him and
from him it can find. In Eastern, Western
and Southern cities alike vast crowds
throng the places where he breaches. The
press, the pulpit, the pew, the college, leg
islative halls, commercial and industrial
marshall classes of people hear him
gladly. The modest, brave, wise, eloquent,
witty, pathetic, irrepressibly original,
childlike, giantlike, convincing, persuasive
preacher draws all men unto him. They
find in him something they never met be-
fore, yet have always wanted fresh, live,
real, man-loving, sin-hating, clean-souled
man, that gets right into the depths of their
wicked, worldly hearts and fills them with
the sunshine of Gods grace and nature,
till they laugh at their own absurdities and
weep for their mistakes and sins, and turn
to God with glad hearts and free. Some
may curse him this moment, but the next
they will curse themselves for cursing him.
Some will adversely criticise him now only
presently to criticise themselves for the
injustice and folly of having criticised
one SO charmingly unique by nature and
grace as to be we'll nigh beyond criticism.
His heart is as big as Mt. Diablo, pure
and sweet as the sky that adorns its brow,
warm as the gulf stream that pours
through the ocean, melting icebergs, re-
freshing every cline.
Education and religion take on fresher
hues and power where he ministers His
own city by the beautiful Et-o-wah was
noted for neither till his star rose over it :;
and now the "Sam Jones College," taste
full pile, crowns hilltop near his resi-
dence, and the churches are more spiritual
and liberal.
Perhaps his greatest work is the North
Georgia Conference Orphans Home, which
he has built up and nobly maintains
When some men die, the rich bow their
heads and sigh, but when Sam Jones dies
the poor and their children will weep.
Were he pulling the soul of your chief
millionaire out of hell and he should see
| an orphan in tears, he would stop long
enough to wipe away those tears till the
child sang for joy, then he would pull
away at the fired millionaire and burn
| himself helpless or save him. Let great,
warm-hearted, progressive California hear
| him for herself, in her cities by the streams
and sea and among the mountains, and be
quick that she may hear. For he is like
the lightning that shineth out of the east
| to the west, then away, away, like the
great Christ, to do good elsewhere. He
goeth about to do good. Ali me. 1t
| would be long stride toward heaven to
me could be on your coast to hear him,
where, thirty years ago, walked or rode
mules and mustangs from sea to mountain,
preaching in gambling hells, in tents, under
huge oaks and in eramped, half-fnished
| horses