Connecticut western news., 1889-09-25

al and laugh. The courtesan and the Hbertine go down the street in beautiful apparel, while within the heart there are volcanoes of passion consuming their life away. I say these things not to create in you incredulity and misanthrophy, nor do I forget there are thousands of people great deal better than they seem; but I do not think any man is prepared for conflict of this life until he knows this particular peril. Ehud comes pretending to pay his tax to King Eglon, and while he stands in front of the king, stabs him through with dagger until the haft went in after the blade. Judas 1scariot kissed Christ.
 Again, the street impresses me with the fact that it is great field for Christian charity. There are hunger and suffering, and want and wretchedness in the country; but these evils chiefly congregate in our. great cities. On every street crime prowls, and drunkenness staggers, and shame winks, and pauperism thrusts out it's hand asking for aims. Here want is more squalid and hunger is more lean. A Christian man, going along 8 street in New York, saw poor lad and he stopped and said: "My boy, do you know how to read and writer" The boy made no answer. The man asked the question twice and thrice :: 'Do you know how to read and write?" and then the boy answered back with 8 tear plashing on the back of his hand. He said in defiance: "No, sir; I can't read nor write, neither. God, sir, don't want me to read and write. Didn't he take away my father SO long ago never remember to have seen him? and haven't to go along the street to get something to fetch home to eat for the folks? and didn't I, as soon as I could carry basket, have to go out and pick up cinders, want me to read, sir. I can't read nor write neither" Oh, these poor wanderers! They have no chance. Born in degradation, as they get up from their hands and knees to walk, they take their first step on the road to despair. Let us go forth in the name of a n them you are not willing to go forth yourself, then give of your means; and if you are too lazy to go, and if you are too stingy to help, then get out of the way, and earth, lest, when Christ's chariot comes along, the horses hoofs trample youin to the I mire. Beware lest the thousands of the destitute of your city, in the last great day, neglect. One cold winters day. as Chris tian man was going along the Battery in New York, he saw little girl seated at the gate, shivering in the cold. He said to her: My child, what do you sit there for, this cold dayr' "Oh," she replied, s'1 body to come and take care of me-" "Why," said the man, "what makes you think any body will come and take care of youT' "Oh," she said, "my mother died last week and was crying very much, and she said: Don't cry, my dear; though l am gone and your
 
 to take care of you.' My mother never told a lie; she said some one would come and take care of me, and am waiting for them to come." Dyes, they are waiting for you. Men of great hearts, gather them in, gather them in. It is not the will of your Heavenly perish.
 Lastly, the street impresses me with the fact that all the people are looking forward. 1 see expectancy written on almost every face I meet between here and Brooklyn bridge, or walking the whole length of Broad way. Where you find thousand people walking straight on, you only find one man stopping and looking back. The fact is, God made us all to look ahead because we are immortal. In this tramp of the multitude on the streets, hear the tramp of great host marching and marching for eternity. Beyond the office, the store, the shop, the street, there is world, populous and tremendous. Through Gods grace, may. you reach that blessed place. A great throng fills those boule- wards and the streets are a-rush with the chari- and down, but they never weep and they never toll. A river flows through that city with rounded and luxurious banks, and trees of life laden with everlasting fruitage bend their branches to dip the crystal. No plumed hearse rattles over that pavement, for they are never sick. With immortal health glow ing in every vein they know not how to die. Those towers of strength, those pal aces of beauty, gleam in the light of 8 sun that never sets. Oh, heaven, beautiful hea- venl Heaven, where our friends are. They take no census in that city, for it is inhabited by Ca multitude which no man can num- ber." Rank above rank. Host above host. Gallery above gallery, sweeping all around the heavens. Thousands of thousands. | Millions of millions. Blessed are they who | enter in through the gate into that city. Oh start for it today. Through the blood of the | great sacrifice of the Son of God, take ul your march to heaven, "The Spirit and the Bride say come and whosoever will let him 1ake bs or the water or heavenward. All the doors of invitation are open. "And saw twelve gates, and there were twelve pearls."