The intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1887-1891, 1889-03-16
and you have had too many prayers spent

and you nave had too many prayers spent
on you to go overheard.
DIR. 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 family
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 | can
find it, and l have never found Il dishonest
man in all the line, and 1 want you to I'M
derstand you inherit good blood. You
have no excuse for doing wrong. My
lads, be honest"
All, nv friends, be honest before God,
be honest before your fellow men, be hon.
est before your soul. IL 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 on the right track. The door Of
mercy is open and the infinite heart is full
of compassion. Come homel Come homel
o, l will be we'll satisfied il ! could save
some young man this morning, some
young man that has been going astray
and would like to get back.
am glad that some one has set to music
that scene in August of 1881, when a young
girl saved from death n whole rail train
of passengers. Some of you remember
that out west in that year on a stormy
night, a hurricane blew down part OF a
railroad bridge. A freight train came
along and it crashed into the ruin, and the
engineer and conductor persisted. There
was n girl living in her fathers cabin near
the disaster, and she heard the crash
of the freight train, and she knew
it, =. Fo-r y,,ny,anfo m ~nraoo
train was due. She lighted a Ian
tern and clambered up on the beams
of the wrecked bridge on to the main
bridge, which was trestle work, and
started to cross amid the thunder and
lightning of the tempest and the raging of
the torrent beneath. One misstep and 1t
world have been death. Amid all that
horror the lantern went out. Crawling
some times and some times 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 moi
stop, so that the danger might be tel
egrrphed 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 ia
the telegraph station, painting with almost
deathly exhaustion, she had only strength
to shout: The bridge is down." when she
dropped unconscious and could hardly bt
resuscitated. The message was sent from
that station to the next station and tn.
train halted, and that night that brave
girl saved the lives Of hundreds of passen'
gers and saved many homes from desola'
ton.
But every street is a track, and every
style of business is a track, and every day
is a track, and every night Is a track, ant
multitudes under the power of temptation
come sweeping on and sweeping dow
toward perils raging and terrific. God
help us to go out and stop the train. LIE
us throw ONE signal. Let us give som
warning. By the throne of God let u
flash some influence to stop the downwar,
progress. Bewarel Beware The bridg
is down, the chasm is deep and the light
nings of God set all the night of sin on fir
with this warming: "He, that being Otter
%reproved, hardeneth his neck, shall sud
denly be destroyed and that withou
remedy"