Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1889-09-25

the Lord Jesus Christ to rescue them. II
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 hide yourself
IN the dens and caves of the earth. lest.
when Christ's chariot comes along, the
horses hoofs trample you into the mire,
Beware 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 Christian man
was going along the Battery in New York,
he saw little girl seated at the gate shiv-
eriDg in the cold. He said to her: "My
child, what do you sit there for, this cold
day?' "Ob," she replied, 81 am waiting
II am waiting for somebody to come and
take care of me-" "Why," said the man.
"what makes You think anybody will come
and take care of you?'' "Oh," she said,
''my mother died last week and I 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 somebody to
take care of you My mother never told
a lie; she said some one would come and
take care Of me- and I am waiting for them
to Gomez o yes, they are waiting for
you. Men of great hearts, gather them in,
gather them in. It is not the viii! 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.
| sac expectancy written on almost every
face | meet between here and Brooklyn
bridge, or walking the whole length of
Broadway. Where you find thousand
people walking straight on, you only find
one man stopping and looking back. The
fan fc God oil -
cause we are immortal. In this tramp of
the multitude on the streets, 1 hear the
tramp of great host marching and march
ing 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 throDg fills those boulevards and
the streets are a-rush with the chariots of
conquerors. The Inhabitants go up 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 plum
ed hearse rattles over that pavement for
they are never sick. With immortal health
glowing in every vein they know not how
to die. Those towers of strength, those pal
aces of beauty, CLEAN in the light of sun
that never sets. Oh, heaven, beautiful
heaven! Heaven, where our friends are.
They take no census in that city, for it is in
habited by "a multitude which no man can
number" Rank above rank. Host above
host. Gallery above gallery, sweeping all
around the heavens. Thousands of thou
sands. Millions of millions. Blessed are
they who enter in through the gate into
that city. Oh! start for it to-day. Through
the blood of the great sacrifice of the Son
of God. take up your march to heaven.
"The Spirit and the Bride say come, and
whosoever will, let him come and take of
the water of life freely" Join this great
throng marching heavenward. All the
doors of invitation are open. "And ! saw
twelve gates, and there were twelve pearls" +"