Fort Worth weekly gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1889-09-19
The Spring Time is an Evangelist
in Blossoms Preaching Love.
Intellect Despises Ignorance, Refine
ment will Have Nothing to Do
with BOOrishneSS.
While Fops Shipper, and Fools Chuckle,. and
simpletons GiggIe, How Many People
are Natural and Laugh?
THE STREETS OF THE CITY.

De Witt Talmage, d. D., preached at
the Tabernacle to-day TO vast c6ngre-
CATION on ''The City Streets. - His
4 text was: ''Wisdom crieth without; she
u.tereth ner voice in the streets - Prov
ITO. He said:
I'VE are all ready to listen to the
voices Of nature, the voices
8 of the mountain, the voices of the
sea, the voices of the storm, the voices
\ of the star. As in some -of the cathe-
I dIals in Europe there is an organ at
either end of the building, and the one
: instrument responds unsteady to the
other, so in the great cathedral Of ma
ture day responds TO day, and night to
night, and flower to flower, and star to
star, in the great harm
ouies Of the universe. The
spring time is an Hs-evangelist
4 in blossoms preaching of Gods love;
and the winter is a prophet-white
] Notwithstanding woe against our
sins We are all ready to listen to the
voices Of nature; but how few Of us
learn anything from the voices of the
4 noisy and dusty street. You 20 TO your
merchandise, and your mechanism, and
o. your work, and You come back again
and often with an Indifferent heart you
pass through the streets. Are there no
things for us 10 learn from these pave
j Ueuts over which we pass: Are there no
utIs of truth growing up between these
.uublestones, beaten with the feet of toll,
u.~Dain, and pleasure, the slow tread Of
id age, and the quick step of childhood?
ave- there are great harvests to be
-eaped; and now ! thrust in the sickle
BECAUSE the harvest is ripe. ''Wisdom
.rIuth without; she Uttereth her voice in
he streets.
LIFE IS FULL OF LABOR.
IN the first place, the street imDresses
me with the fact that this life is scene
d. toll and struggle. BY 10 o'clock
every day the city is EARRING with wheels,
aud shutting with feet, and humming
with voices, and covered with the breath
d suOkstacks and a-Tush with trafIick-
KS. once in a while you find man go
ug along with folded arms and with
esurely step, as though he had nothing
10 DO: but for the most part as Won find
men Going down these streets on the way
10 business, there is anxiety in their
faces, as though they had some erTaud
Which must be executed at the first posi-
DIE moment. YOu are jostled by those
Nau have bargains TO make and notes to
ogt of this bank with a roll Of bills,
oh This draw with a load OF goods digging
cellar, or shingliug a roof, or shoeIng
horse, OF building wall, or mending q
watch, or binding 4 book. Industry,
with her thousand arms, and thousand
eyes, and thousand feet, goes on singing
Der song of work, work. work. while the
mills drum il ana the team-whistles fife
%. An this is not because men love TO
t.t. Some one remarked: e Every man
j. a- lazy as be can afford TO be. - But
his because necessity, with stern brow
auj with uplifted whip, stands over them
Ready whenever they relax their toll to
make their shoulders sting with the lash.
Can i be that, passing up and down
these streets on your way to work and
business, You co not learn anything Of
THE WORLDS TOLL,
Eua anxiety, and struggle? oh! how
u.uv drooDiug hearts, how many eyes on
Ne watch, how many miles travelled,
l.a many burdens carried how MANY
.s>a> suffered, how many battles fought,
how many victories gained, how many
defeats suffered how many eXasperations
5llured-what losses, what wretched-
hess what pGIlor, what disease, what
agony. what despair, Sometimes have
stopped NJ the corner of the street as the
Mu.UGdeS went hitber and yOn, and it
las seemed to be 4 great pantOmime and
SIS looked upon it my heart broke. This
great TIDE Of human life tnat goes down
<ae street is a rapid, tossed and turned
aside, and dashmg ahead, and driven
'aek- beautiful in its confusion, and con-
!>I.u and confused in IFS beauty In the !
eaITeted aisles of the forest, in the woods
i:om which the eternal shadow is
lEe- lifted, on the shore of the sea over |
whose iron coast losses the tangled foam, |
s.rnkliug the cracked cliffs with a bap- |
i>u Of whiIlwiNd and tempest, is the |
av>- place to study God; but in the rush !
il-, swarminE, rayiug street is the best |
Place TO study man. Going down to |
Your place of business and coming home |
aga.u. charge Won to look ebOut-see |
.">e signs of poverty, of wretchedness, |
t hunger. of sin, of beTeavement-and |
as Won 90 through the streets and come |
TACK through The streets, gather up in |
Ae arms of your prayer all the sorrow, |
81 The losses, all the suffering, all the |
lsr-avemenfs of those whom you pass and |
Present them in prayer before an all !
sympathetic God Then in the great |
Gay of eternity there viii be thousands |
o. persons with whom you in this world |
lever exchanged one word who will rise
u. ana call YOu blessed: ana there VIII
lie 1000 fingers pointed at you in heaven,
Iymg: THAT Is the man, that is the
Woman who helped me when was hun
siy, and sick, and wandering and
lost and heartbrOken. That is the mapR
12t is the woman, and the blessing
vii come down upon you as Christ
s-1A say: II was hungry and ye fed
iae, I was naked ana ye clothed me, l
Vas sick and IN prison and aye visited
NE; jnasmuch as We did It to these
Poor $aIfs OF the street, We did it TO
he -
THE STREETS ARE FREE TO ALL.
Again, the street impresses me with
- fact that all classes and coalitions of
''cety must. commingle. We sometimes
culture q wicked ,eSclusiveness Intel-
ect dcSpises Ignorance. Refinement wiz
nave nothing to 90 with boorishness.
Gloves hate Ihe sunburned hand, ana the
ugh forehead despises the hat head; and