Daily Yellowstone journal., 1889-06-02

hard tines in England, years ago, Il
is automatically stated that a manu-
facturer WAS on the way, with a bag
of money, to pay off his hands. A
man infuriated with hunger met him
on the road. and took a rail with a
nail in il from a paling fence and
struck him down, and the nail enter
ing the skull instantly slew him.
Thirty years after that the murderer
went back to that place. He passed
into the grave yard, where the sexton
was digging a grave, and while he
stood there the spade of the sexton
turned up a skull. and, lot the muir
derer saw a nail protruding from the
back part of the skull; and as the sex
ton turned the skull, il seemed with
hollow eyes 10 glare on the murderer;
and he, first peuifed with horror, stood
in silence. but oon cried out. Guilty
guilty. o God" The mystery of the
crime was over. The man vas tried
and executed. My friends, all the un-
pardoned sins of our lives, though we
may think they are buried out of sight
and gone into a mere skeleton OF
memory, will turn up in tue cemetery
of the past, and glover upon us with
their misdoings. | say all our un-
pardoned sins, Oh, have you done the
bieposterous thing Of surprising that
good resolutions for the future will
wipe out the pastl Good resolutions,
though they may be pungeut and
caustic as alkali, have no power TO
neutralize a sin, have no power 10
wash away a transgression. 1t wants
something more than earthly chem
istry TO do this. Yea, yea, though Il
wash myself with snow water, and
should | cleanse my hands in alkali,
yet shalt thou plunge me in the ditch,
and mine own clothes shall abhor me-"
SIN NOT A FLowERY PARTERRE.
You see from the last part of this
text that Jobs idea of sin was very
different from that of Eugene Sue, or
George Sand, or NJ. j. Michelet, or
any of the hundreds Of writers who
have done up iniquity in mezzotint,
and garlanded the wine cup with eg-
lantine and rosemary, and made the
path Of the libertine end in bowers of
ease instead of on the hot tagging of
eternal torture. You see that Job
thinks that sin is not a iowery par
terre; that it is not a tableland of fine
prospects, that it is not music, dQlci-
mer, yioloncello, castanet and Pan.
dean pipes, all making music together.
No. He SAYS il is a ditch, long, deep,
loathsome, stenchful, and we are all
plunged into il, and there we wallow
and sink and struggle, not able TO get
out, Our robes of propriety and robes
of worldly profession are saturated in
the slime and abomination. and our
soul, covered over with trausgression,
hates its covering, and the covering
hates the soul until we are plunged
into the ditch, and o.r clothes
abhor us.
CNHoLY CARIcATURINGs.
/ know that some modern religion
lists caricature sorrow for sin, and they
make out an easier path than the pill
grim's progress" that John Bunyau
dreamed of. The road they travel
does not stop where Johns did, at the
city of Destruction, but at the gate of
the university; and | am very certain
that it will not come out where Johns
did, under the shining ramparts of the
celestial city. No repentance, no par
don. If you do not, my brother, feel
that you are down in the ditch, what
do you want of Christ TO lift you outl
If you have no appreciation of the
fact that you r astray, what do you
want of him who came TO seek and
save that which was lostl Yonder is
the City of Paris, the swiftest of the
lnmans, coming across the Atlantic.
The wind is abaft, so that she
has not only her engines at
work, but all sails up. / am
on board the Umbria Of the Cunard
line. The boat davits are swung
around. The boat is lowered. | get
into it with a red flag, and cross over
TO where the City Of Paris is coming,
and | wave the flag. The captain looks
off from the bridge, and says: "What
do you wantf' reply; Il come to
take some of your passengers across
TO the other vessel; | think they will
be safer and happier there" The cap.
tain would look down with indigna-
ton and say: Get out of the way, or
| will run YOU down" And then /
would back oars, amidst the jeering
Of two or three hundred people look>
ing over the t~affrail. But the Umbria
and the City Of Paris meet UNI
der different circumstances after
a while. The City Of Paris is
coming out of a cyclone; the life
boats are smashedi the bulwarks
gone; the vessel rapidly going down.
The boatswain gives his last
whistle Of despairing command. The
passengers run up and down the deck,
and some pray, and all make a great
cutlery. The captain says; You have
about fifteen minutes now TO prepare
for the next world" "No hopel'
sounds from stem TO stern and from
the ratlines down to the cabin. |
see the distress. ] am let down by
the side Of the Umbria. | push
off as fast as i can toward the sink.
ing City of Paris. Before | come
up people are leaping into the water
in their anxiety TO get 10 the boat, and
when | have swung up under the side
Of the City Of Paris, the frenzied pas,
sengers rush through the gangway
until the officers, with AK and clubs
and pistols, try TO keep back the crowd,
each wanting his turn to come next.
There is but one life boat, and they
all want TO get into il, and the cry Isl
"Me neXtl Inc nextlh You see the