The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1889-09-25

and strut, and how few people who are
natural and walk. While tops shipper,
and fools chuckle, and simpletons giggle,
how few people are natural and laugh.
The courtesan and the libertine go down
the street in beautiful apparel, while
within the heart there are volcanoes OF
passion consuming their life away. l say
these things not TO create in you incredul-
ity and misanthropy, nor do | forget
there are thousands of people great deal
better than they seem; but | do not think
any man is prepared for the conflict OF
this life until he knows this particular
peril Ehud comes pretending to pay his
tax TO King Eglon, and while he stands in
front of the king stabs him through with
dagger until the haft went in after the
blade. Judas Iscariot kissed Christ.
Again, the street impresses me with the
fact that ii 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 great cities On every street crime
prowls, and drunkenness staggers, and
shame winks, and pauperism thrusts out
its hand asking for aims. Here want Is
most squalid and hunger is most lean. A
Christian man, going along street in
New York. saw poor lad, and he stopped
and said: "My boy, do you know how to
read and write?" The boy made no an
swer. The man asked the question twice
and thrice: "Can you read and write :"
and then the boy answered with tear
FLASHING on the back of his hand. He
said in defiance: "No, sir; | can't read
nor write neither. God, sir, don't want
me to read and write. Didn't he take
away my father so long ago | never re-
member to have seen him? and haven't L
had to 90 along the street to get something
to fetch home to eat for the folks? and
didn't |, as soon as could carry basket
have to go out and pick up cinders, and
never have no schooling, sir? God don't
want me to read, sir. / can't read nor
write neither Oh, these poor wander
ersl They have no chance. Born in deg
radiation, 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
90 forth yourself then give up 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 a Christian man
was going along the battery in New York
he saw little girl seated at the gate, shiv-
ering in the cold. He said to her: My
child, what do you sit there for, this cold
day?' ooh" she replied. 81 am waiting
Il 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 l
was crying very much, and she said:
Don't cry, nv 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
/ am waiting for them TO come" Oh, 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 imDresses me with the
fact that all the people are looking for
ward. l see expectancy written on al
most 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 fact is, God made us all to
look ahead because we are immortal. In
this tramp of the multitude on the streets
j hear the tramp OF great host, marching
and marching for eternity. Beyond the
office, the store, the shop, the street, there
is a world, populous and tremendous.
Through Gods grace may you reach that
blessed place. A great throng fills those
boulevards and the streets are a-rush with
the chariOts of conquerors. The lnhab-
itants 90 up and down, but they never
weep and they never toll. A river flows
through that city with rounded and luXu-
RANT banks, and trees of life, laden with
everlasting fruitage, bend their branches
to dip the crystal. No plumed hearse rat
ties over the pavement, for they are never
sick. With immortal health glowing in
every vein they know not how to die.
Those towers Of strength, those palaces 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 inhab
tied 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 of 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 whose
ever will let him come and take up 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 y