The national leader., 1889-03-30

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Christian ancestry, perhaps, 80 you
have had too many prayers spent on
you to go overheard. d.. Livingstone,
the famous explorer, was descended
from the Highanders, and he said that
one of his ancestors. one OF the High
landers. one day called lis family
around him. The Highlander was dy-
ing; he had his children around his
death-bed. lie said: ''Now, my lads,
L have looked all through our history
as far back as | can find it, and I have
never found u dishonest man in all the
line, and l want you to understand you
inherit good blood. You have no ex-
cuse for doing wrong. My lads, be
honest.''
Ah, 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,
come back, come home, come now. one
and all, not one exception in all the
assemblage, come into the kingdom of
God. Come back Oh the right track.
T. door OF mercy is open, and the in
finite heart of God is full of compassion.
Come home! Come home! Oh, would
be well satisfied if | could save some
young man this morning, some young
man that has been astray, and would
like to get back.
A GIRL HEROINE.
l am glad some one has set to music
that scene in August of 1881, when q
young girl saved from death a whole
rail train Of passengers. Some of you
remember that out West in that year
on a Ormy night, hurricane blew
down part of railroad bridge. A
freight train came along and it crashed
into the ruin, and the engineer and Con-
ductor perished. There was IL girl liv-
ing i'll her fathers cabin, near the dis
aster, and she heard the crash of the
freight train, and she knew in a few
moments an express train was due. She
lighted lantern, and clambered up on
the one beam of the wrecked bridge on
to the main bridge, winch was trestle
work, and started TO cross amid the
thunder and the lightning of the temp
est, and the raging Of the torrent ben
cath. One misStPp and it would have
been death. Amid all that horror the
lantern went out.
Crawling sometimes. and sometimes
walking over the slippery rails, and over
the trestle work, she came to the other
side Of the river. She wanted to get to
the telegraph station, where the express
train did not stop, so that the danger
might be telegraphed to the station
where the train did stop. The train was
due in five minutes. She was one mile
| off from the telegraph station, but for
| tunately the train was late. With cut
and bruised feet she flow like the wind.
Coming up to the telegraph station,
painting with almost deathly eXhauS-
tion, she had only strength to shout,
''The bridge is down." when she drop
ped unconscious, and could hardly be
resuscitated. The message was sent
from that station to the next station,
and the train halted, and that night.
| that brave girl saved the lives of hum
dreds Of passengers, and saved many
homes from desOlation.
But every street is track, and every
style of business Is a track, and every
day is a track, and every night is a
track, and multitudes unu er 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 tie
throne of God let US flash some influence
to stop the downward progress. Bewarel
Bewarel The bridge Is down, the chaaln
is deep, and the hghtnlngs of God set
all the night of sin on fire with this
warning: ''He. thai. being often re-
proved; hardeneth his neck, shall sud-
denly be destroyed, and that without
remedy"