The intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1887-1891, 1889-09-21

best wine there l. a smack of the poor
mans sweat. OF is it strange that when
a man has devoured widows houses he is
disturbed with indigestionp All the forces
of nature are against him. The floods are
ready to drown him and the earthquake
to swallow him and the fire to consume
him and the lightnings to smite him. But
the children of God are on every street,
and in the day when the crowns of Heaven
are distributed some of the brightest will
be given to those men who were faithful
to God and faithful to the souls of others
amid the marts of business, proving them
selves the heroes of the street. Mighty
were their temptations, mighty was their
deliverance and mighty shall be their
triumph.
Again, the street impresses me with the
fact that life is full of professions and
sham. What subterfuge, what double
dealing, what two facednessl Do all the
people who wish you good morning really
nope for you a happy dayr Do all the
people who shake hands love each other3
Are all those anxious about your health
who inquire concerning itf Do all want
TO see you who ask you to call? Does all
The world know half as much as 1t pre-
tends to knowf Is there not many a
wretched stock of goods with a brilliant
show Window
Passing up and down these streets to your
business and your work are you not inn
pressed with the fact that much of society
Is hollow and that these are subterfuges
and pretensionsf o. how many are there
who a and strut, and how few
people who are natural and walk. While
tops shipper, and fools chuckle. and
simpletons giggle, how few people are
~@N~- .-I 1annh ThA narrtaaan and
the libertine go down the street in beauti-
full apparel, while within the heart there
nre volcanoes of passion consuming their
life away. / say these things not to
create in you ~incredulity and misanthropy,
nor do l forget there are thousands Of
people a great deal better than they seem;
but l do not think any man is prepared
for the conflict of this life until he knows
this particular peril. Ehud comes pre-
tending to pay his tax to King Eglon, and
while he stands in front of the King, stabs
him through with a dagger until the haft
went in after the blade. Judas Iscariot
kissed Christ.
Again the street impresses me with the
fact that it Is a great field for Christian
charity. There are hunger and suffering,
and want and wretchedness in the coun-
try; but these evils chiefly congregate in
our RTedU CLUES. On every street CTlu1e
prowls, and drunkenness staggers, and
shame winks, and paupeIism thrusts out
it's hand asking for aims. Here wan Is
most squalid and hunger is most
lean. A Christian man going along a
street in New York saw a poor lad and
he stopped and said: "My boy, do you
know how to read and writep" The boy
made no answer. The man asked the
question twice and tbrice: Scan you
read and writer" and then the boy an
swered with a tear FLASHING or the back
of his hand. He said in defiance: mo,
sir; l can't read nor write either. God,
sir, don't want me 10 read aud write.
| Didn't He take away my father so long
ago / never remember to have seen him?
and haven't 1 had to go along the street
20 get something to fetch home to eat for
the folksp and didn't l as soon as l could
carry a basket have to 60 out and pick up
cinders and never have no schooling, sirr
God dom want me 10 read, sir. I can't
read nor write neither"
o. these poor wanderersl They lave no
chance Born In degi adation, 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
The Lord Jesus Christ to rescue them. II
you are not willing to go forth yourself
then give of your means; and il you are
too lazy to go and too stingy to help then
get out of the way and hide yourself in the
lens and caves of the earth, lest when
Christ's chariot comes along the horses
hoofs trample you into the mire. Be-
ware lest the thousands Of the destitute
of your city In the last great day rise
up and curse your stupidity and
your neglect. One cold winters day as a
Christian man was going along the Bat
terry in New York he saw a little girl seat
ed at the gate shivering in the cold. He
said to her: MY child. what do you sit
there for this cold day? ;" 20, " she replied,
~ am waiting for somebody to come and
take care of me-" "Why," said the man,
what makes you think any body will come
and take care of you'll" 90" she said,
my mother died last week and l was cry
ing very much, and she said; DON'T cry,
my dear, though / am gone and your
father is gone the Lord will send some
body to take care of YOU My mother
never told a lie; she said somebody would
come and take care of me and l am wait
ing for them to Gomez" o, yes, they are
waiting for you. Men of great hearts
gather them in, gather them in. 1t is not
the will of your Heavenly Father that one
Of these little ones should perish.
Lastly, the street impresses me with
the fact that all the people are looking
forward. l see expectancy written on
every face l meet between here and
Brooklyn bridge. or walking the whole
length of Broadway. When you fiud Q
thousand people walking straight on, you
only find one man stopping and looking
back. The fact is, God made us all tc
look ahead because we are immortal. In
this tramp of the multitude on the streets,
I hear the tramp of a great host, march
ing and marching for eternity.
Beyond the office, the store, the shop
there is a world. populous and tremendous
Through Gods grace, may you reach tina
blessed place. A great throng fills hose
b~oulevards and the streets are arush will
the conquerors. The inhabitants go W
and down, but they never weep and they
never toll. A river flows through tina
CITY, with rounded and luxurious banks
and trees of life laden with everlasting
fruitage bend their branches to dip thu
crystal. N oplumed hoarse rattles over tina
pavement, for they are never sick. Witt
immortal health glowing in every veil
they know not how to die. Thos
towers Of strength, those pelaces o
beauty. CLEAN in the light of
sun hat never sets. o, Heaven
beautiful Heaven! Heaven, where on
friends are. Ther take no census in tina
city, for it is inhabited by a "multitud'
which no man eau number" Rank abov'
rank. Host above host. Gallery abov'
gallery, sweeping all round the heavens
Thousands of thousands. Millions of mil
lions. Blessed are they who enter IL
through that gate into that city. o, star
for 1t to-day. Through the blood Of tn
great sacrifice of the Son of God, tax NJ
your march to Heaven. 1.-THE Spirit ant
the Bride say come, and whatsoever will
lot him come and take of the water Of liz
freely" Join this great throng marching
Heavenward. All the doors Of Invitation
are open. "And I saw twelve gates, AM
there were twelve pearls"
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