Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1889-09-28
STREET SCENES.
Peculiar 0bservances From the
Streets Of a City.
impressions Cleaned by the Eminent
brooklyn Divine From the Streets
or New York-A Sad
Picture.

Talmage, ID. d., preached q
the Tabernacle today toa vas. congre
cation on THE City Streets" His tex
a Wisdom crieth without; sht
uttereth her voice in the streets" Prov
4, 90. He said:
We are ready TO listen 10 IN,
voices OF nature-the voices OF tn,
mountain, the voices OF the sea, the
voices OF the storm, the voices OF the
Star As in some OF the cathedrals in
Europe there is an organ at either end
OF the building, and the one instrument
responds unsteady Il the other, SO in
b great cathedral OF nature day re.
spends to day, and night to night, and
hover TO flower, and star to star, in the
great harmonies OF the universe. The
spring time is an evangelist in blossoms
preaching Of Gods love, and tho winter
fsa prophet-white observation-disclosures.
ng woe against our Sins. ,rv ur- nm
ready to listen to the voices Of nature;
but how few Of US learn anything from
the voices Of the noisy and dusty street.
You 60 to your merchandise and your
mechanism, and to your work, and you
come back again--and often with an in
different heart you pass through the
streets. Are there nc things for us TO
learn from these pavements owe which
We pass? Are there no tufts OF truth
growing up between these cobblestones,
beaten with the feet of toll, and pain,
and pleasure, the slow tread OF old age,
and the quick step of childhood? Aye,
there are great harvests to be reaped;
and now / thrust in the sickle because
the harvest is ripe. Wisdom crieth
without: she uttereth her voice in the
streets"
In the first place the street impresses
me with the fact that this life is a scene
Of Toll and struggle. By 10 o'clock
every day the city is Earring with wheels
and shufning with feet, and humming
with voices, and covered with the breath
Of smokestacks and a-rush with traffic
ers. Once in a while you find a man
.going along with folded arms and with
leisurely step, as though he had moth
ing TO do; but for the most part, as you
find men going down these streets, on
the way TO business, there Is anxiety on
their faces, as though they had some
.errand which must be executed at the
first possible moment. You are jostled
by those who have bargains TO make
and notes TO sell. Up this ladder with
a bod of bricks, out of this bank with a
roll of bills. on this dray with a load OF
Foods. digging a cellar, or Singing a
house. or shoeing a horse, or building a
wall. or mending a watch, or binding a
book. Industry, with her thousand
arms, and thousand eyes, and thousand
feet, goes on singing her song OF work
work.! work. while the mills drum 1t,
and the steam whistles fife it. All this
Is not because men love toll. Some one
remarked; Every man Is as lazy as he
can afford TO be-" But it is because
necessity, with stern brow and uplifted
whip, stands over them ready
whenever they relax their toll 10
make their shoulders sting with
the lash. Can 1t be that, passing
up and down these streets on your way
TO work ap5 business you do not learn
ANYTHING OF the worlds toll and anxiety
and struggle? Oh! how many dropping
hearts, how many eyes on the watch,
how many miles travelled, how many
burdens carried, how many losses SUI
tered. how many battles fought, how
manyvictories gained, how many defeats
suffered, how many exasperations en-
dured-what losses, what hunger, what
vretchedness, what pallor, wkatdisease,
what agony, what dispair! Sometimes
I have stopped at the corner OF the
- A. ~. xc,ltstrda uauf hithar and
Won. and 1t has seemed to be a great
nantomime, and as 1 looked upon 1t my
heart broke. This great tide of human
life that goes down the street is a rapid,
tossed and turned aside, and dashing
ahead and turned back-beautiful in its
confusion and confused in its beauty.
In the carpeted aisles of the forest, In
the woods from which the eternal
shadow is never lifted, on the shore oi
the sea over whose iron coast losses the
tangled foam, sprinkling the cracked
cliffs with a baptism Of whirlwind and
tempest, is the place to study God; but
In the rushing, swarming, raving street
Is the best place TO study man. Going
down to your place OF business and com
ing home again, i charge you look about
sec these signs OF poverty, OF wretch
edness, Of hunger, Of sin, OF bereavement
and rs you 60 through the streets, and
come back through the streets, gather
up in the arm OF your prayer all the
sorrow, all the losses, all the suffering
all the bereavement OF those whom YOU
pass, and present them In prayer before
en- all sympathetic God. Then In tn,
great day OF eternity there will b
thousands of persons with whom you IL
this world never exchanged one word
who will rise up and call you blessed
and there will be q thousand finger
pointed at you in heaven, saying: ''Tha
Il the man, that is the woman, win
helped me when ! was hungry, and sick
and wandering, and lost, and hear
broken. That is the man, that Is tn
woman" and the blessing will COM
down upon you as Christ shall say: g
was hungry and ye fed me. ] was makes
ana We clothed me, I was sick and Il
prison and We visited me; inasmuch q
We did It TO these poor waits OF tn
streets, ye did 1t to me-"
Araip, the street tmpresses me Wit
the fact that all classes and condition
81 society must commingle. We some
times culture 8 wicked exclusiveness
intellect dsspises ignorance. Refine
nent viii hnye no&hing,toedo With ooi
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