The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1889-03-22


to be taken. He writes home these remark
able words: 1--WE are overwhelmed wit
debts, and / can scarcely stir out of m,
house on account of public creditors, wait
ing TO demand what is due to them.n Ye
at that very time the French ~pcasantr,
were bringing their v~aluables to hin
to keep. A celebrated writer saws o
the transaction: Nothing can be grandcl
or more nobly original than this admission
This old soldier, after thirty years service
this iron man and victorious general, estab.
iisned In ON enemy's country at the head oil
an Immense army is afraid of his creditors
This Is a kind of fear that has seldom
troubied~ ronquerors and invaders, n
u II the annals of war present any
thing comparable to its sublime simplicity
Oh! Is 1t not high time that we preached
the morals Of the Gospels Mr.. Froude, the
celebrated English historian, has written Of
MS w country these remarkable words
From the great house in the city of Lon
don to the village grocer, the commercial
life OF England has been saturated with
fraud. So deep has it gone that a strictly
honest brakeman can hardly hold his ground
against competition. You can no longer
trust that any article you buy is the thing il
pretends to be. We nave false weights,
false measures, cheating and shoddy every
where. And yet the clergy have seen all
ohAo ~" W. III oDlut lllullICISnCC. Ildul
hundreds of sermons nave l heard in Eng
land, many a dissertation on the mysteries
OF the faith, on the divine mission of the
clergy, on bishops and justification, and the
theory OF good works, and verbal inSpira-
Iion., and the efficacy of the sacraments;
but during all these thirty wonderful years.
never one that | can recollect on common
honestly
Now, that may be an exaggerated state
ment Of things in England, but 1 am very
certain that in all parts of the earth we
need to preach the mOralities of the Gospel
right along beside the faith of the Gospel.
My nearer! What are you doing with
that fraudulent document in your pocket.
My other hearer! How are you getting
along with that wicked scheme you ave
now on fOots Is that spool ticket you
have in your pocket? Why, o young man,
were you last night practicing in copying
your employers signature! Where were
you last nightl Are your habits as good as
Wnen you left your father's house! You
had a Christian ancestry, perhaps, and you
nave a too many prayers spent on you to
go overheard.
DR.. Livingstone, the famous explorer, was
descending from the Highlanders, and he
said that one of his ancestors, one of the
Highlanders, one day called his family
around him. The Highlander was dying;
he had his children around his death bed.
He said: SNOW, my lads, 1 lave looked all
through our history as far back as 1 can
lind 1t, and l have never found a dishonest
man in all the line, and Iwant you to under
stand you inherit good blood. You nave no
excuse for doing wrong. My lads, be hon
est"
All, my friends, be honest before God, be
honest before your fellow men, be honest
before your soul. If there be those here
have wandered away. come back, come
home, come now, one and all, not one ex-
ception in all the assemblage, come into the
kingdom of God. Come back ON the right
track. The door Of mercy is open and the
infinite heart is full of compassion. Come
home! Come home! Oh, | will be well sat
istied if l could save some young man his
morning, some young man that has been
going astray and would like to get back.
l am glad some one has set to music that
scene in August Of 1881, when a young girl
saved from death a whole rail train of pass
Some of you remember that out
west, In that year on a stormy night, a bur-
ricane blew down part of a railroad bridge.
A freight train came along and 1T crashed
into the ruin, n the engineer and conduc-
tor persisted. There was a girl living in her
fathers cabin near the disaster, and Sh
heard the crash of the freight train, and sh.
knew that in a few moments an express,
tain was u She lighted a lantern and
clambered up on the beam of the wrecked
bridge on to the main bridge, which was,
trestle work, and started to. cross amid the
thunder and the lightning of the TEMPEST
n the raging of the torrent beneath.
n misstep and 1t would nave been
death. Amid all that horror the
went out. Crawling some
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 minutes. She was one mile off
from the telegraph station, out fortunately
train was late. With cut and bruised
feet she few like the wind. Coming up to.
the telegraph station, painting with almost
deathly exhaustion, she. had only strength
to shout, 1.-THE bridge is down." when, she
dropped unconscious and could hardly be
reSuScitated. The message was sent from
station to the mex station I'M the train
halted, and that night that brave girl. saved
the lives of hundreds of passengers, and
saved many homes from desolation.
But every street is a track, and every
style of business. is a track, and every day
is a track, and every night is a track. and
multitudes under the power of temptation
sweeping on and sweeping down to-
ward perils raging and terrific. God help
US to go out and stop the train. Let us
throw some signal. Let us give some warn
ing. By the throne of God let US fash some.
influence to stop the downward progress.
Beware! Bewaret The bridge is down, the
chasm is deep and the lightnings of God
set all the night of sin on fire with this.
warning: she; that being often, %reproved,.
hardeneth his neck, shall suddenly be de-.
and that without remedy"