The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1889-03-14

plorer, Was uescEnueu rom Ine High
landers, and he said that one of his
ancestors, one of the High1anders, 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 baekasI
can find it, and / have neverfounda atIis-
honest man in all the line, and want
you to understand you inherit good
blood. You have no excuse for doing
wrong. My lads, be honest.
All, my friends, be honest ubnfore--
God, be honest before your feffow
men, be honest before your soul. If
there be those here who have wandered
away, come back, come home, come
now, one and all, not one exception IN
ell the assemblage, come into the king
dom of God. Come back on the right
track. The door of mercy is open and
the infinite heart of God Is full of COM
passion. Come homei Come home
Oh, would be well satisfied If could
save some young man this morning,
some young man that has been going
astray and would like to get back
= am glad some one has set to music
that scene in AugustSof 1881, when
young girl saved from death whole
rail train of passengers. Some of you
remember that out west, in that year
on a stormy night, hurricane blew
down part Of railroad bridge. A
freight train came along and it crashed
into the ruin, and the engineer and
conductor perished. There was a girl
living in her fathers cabin near the
disaster, and she heard the crash of
the freight train, and knew that in
q few moments an express train was
due. She lighted a lantern and clam
bered up on the one beam Of the
wrecked bridge on to the main bridge
which was trestle work, and started to
cross amid the thunder and the light
ming of the tempest and the raging of
the torrent beneath. One misstep and
it would have been death. Amid all that
horror the lantern went out. Crawling
sometimes and sometimes 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 not stop, so that the danger
might be telegraphed to the station
where the train did stop. The train
was due in five minntes She was one
mile off from the telegraph station,
but fortunately the train was late.
With cut and bruised feet she flew
like the wind Coming up to the tel
| egraph station, parting with almost
deathly exhaustie- she had only
| strength to shout, ''The bridge is
| down." when she dropped unconscious
and could hardly be resuscitated. The
| message was sent from that station to
! the next station and the train halted,
and that night that brave girl saved
| the lives of hundreds of passengers
and saved many homes from desola-
| ton.
But every street is track, and every
style of business is a track, and every
day is a track, and every night
is a track, and ~multitudes un-
der the power of temptation come
sweeping on and sweeping down
toward perils raging and terrific
| God help us to go out and stop the
train. Let us throw some signal. Let
us give some warning. By the throne
| of God let us flash some influence to
stop the downward progress. Beware
Beware The bridge is down, the
chasm is deep and the lightnings of
God set all the night Of sin on fire
with this warning: HE, that being
often reproved, hardeneth hts neck,
shall suddenly be destroyed, and that
without remedy"