Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1889-09-16
The Spring Time is an Evangelist
in Blossoms Preaching Love.
intellect Despises Ignorance, Refine
ment will Have Nothing to Do
with BoOrishness.
While Fops Shipper, and Fools Chuekle, and
simpIetons Giggle, How Many People
are Natural and Laugh2
TIE STREETS OF THE CITY.

BgoCKLTN, \. Y, Sept. I5.-Rev. T.
ne witt TaImage, D. D., preached at
+se tabernacle to-day to vast congre-
cation en- ''The City Streets. - His
text was: Wisdom crieth without; she
r-tpreth ner voice in the streets. - Prov.
20. He said:
1--WE are all ready to listen to the
~ofces of nature, the voices
NJ the mountain, the voices of the
.aa. the voices OF the storm, the voices
ofthe star. As in some of the cathe-
f-aIs in Europe there is an organ at
a-ther end of the building, and the one
.rstrument responds musically to the
ether. so in the great cathedral Of na-
rre day responds to day, and night to
NIGHT, and flower to flower, and star to
star. in the great HARM
rries Of the universe. The
sgrtag time is an evangelist
in blossoms preaching of Gods love;
and the winter is q pTophet-white
arded-denouHcing woe against our
sus. We are all ready to listen to the
voices of nature; but how few of us
learn anything from the voices of the
ra.sv and dusty street. You go to your
70 y0ur work, and You come back again
and often with an Indifferent heart you
rass through the streets. Are there no
things for us to learn from these pave
-.ants ever which we pass? Are there no
tufts Of truth growing up between these |
aanblestones, heaten with the feet of toll,
and pain, and pleasure, the slow tread Of
old age, and the quick step Of childhood?
Ave, there are great narvests to be
raped: and now l thrust in the sickle
because the harvest is ripe. g Wisdom
aleth without; she uttereth her voice in
-ne streets. -
LIFE IS FULL OF LABOR.
In the first place, the street impTesses !
ne with the fact that this life is a scene
Of toll and struggle. By 10 clock
every day the city is Earring with wheels,
and shutting with feet, and humming
with voices, and covered with the breath
Of sm0kstacks and a-rush with traifick-
as once in a while you find man 60
--aIuug with folded arms and with
ealTety step, as though he had nothing
t8do; but for the most part as you find
men going down these streets on the way
to business, there is anxiety in their
faces, rs though they had some eTTaud
which must be executed at the first posi-
BE moment. You are jostled by those
who have bargains to make and notes to
sell. Up this ladder with a hOd of bricks,
out Of this bank with a roll of bills,
on this dTav with n load OF goods, digging
cellar, or shingliug a roof, or shOeIng .
l0-s-. or building q wall or menGinC 8
watch, or binding a book. Industry,
win her thousand arms, and thousand
r7es. and thousand feet, goes on singing
Har -.rrr- of vr-orL-1 yr-0rly work
mill drum it and the steam-WhistleS fife
r. All this is not because men love TO
toll. some one remarked: every man
sa5 lazy as be can afford TO be. - But
his because necessity, with stern brow
az! witn UpiiGted whip. stands over them
ready whenever they relax their toll to
make their shoulders sting with the lash.
Can j. be that, passing up and down
these streets on your way to work and
business, you do not learn anything OF
THE WORLD S Toll,
and anxiety, and struggle? Oh! how
many GvooDing hearts, how many eyes on
liz watch, how many miles travelled,
aew many burdens carried, how many
losses suffered. how many battles fought,
-rw many victories gained how many
defeats suffered, how many eXaspeTatiOns
5-4ured-what losses, what wretChed-
ness. what palloT, what disease, what
agony, what despair. Sometimes l have
stopped at the corner of the street as the
Multstules went hither ana yOn, and it
has seemed to be great pantOmime, and /
2s looked upon it my heart broke. This |
great tide Of human life that goes down
le street is a rapid, tossed and turned |
aside, and dashmg ahead, and driven |
lack beautiful in its confusion, and con- |
fusion, ana confused in its beauty. In the |
@-uatej aiSIes of the forest, in the woods /
from which the eternal shadow is /
never lifted, on the shore Of the sea over |
whose iron coast losses the tangled foam, |
NIuElug the cracked cliffs with bap- /
u>m of whirlwind and tempest, is the /
best place to study God; but in the rush |
ing swaTming, Taving street is the best |
place TO study man. Going down to /
your place OF business and coming home /
again, I charge you to look about-see |
those signs of poverty, of Indebtedness, !
oI hunger, of sin, of beTeavement-aud |
as You 20 through the streets and come |
0-o6 through the streets, gather up in |
l@e arms OF your prayer all the sorrow, |
SIT the losses, all the suffering, all the |
lareaEements of those whom you pass and |
Present. them in prayer before an all |
Sympathetic God. Then in the great |
cay Of eternity there viii be thousands !
Of persons with whom you il this world |
never Exchanged one word who viii rise /
Up and call you blessed; and there viii |
l7 -00 fingers pointed at you in heaven, !
saying: ''That is the man, that is the |
Woman who helped me when was hun /
Fly. and sick, and wandering, and /
lost and heartbroken. That is the man,
1at is the woman, - and the blessing |
vii come down upon you as Christ |
s-aU say: II was hungry and ye fed !
NE, / was naked and sc clothed me,
Vas SICK and in prison and ye visited
he: inasmuch as We cid II to these
s.-7 waits of the street, We did it TO
he
THE STREETS ARE FREE TO ALL.
Again, the street impresses me with
u. TACT that all classes and conditions of
s.5tv must commingle. We sometimes
culture wicked eXclusiveness. Intel
-.taespises ignorance. Refinement will
rave nothing to do with boOrishness.
.es haze the sunburned hand, and the
~" t.,eEead despiSes the fiat head; and
tam hedgerow win have nothing to
With the wild copsewood, and Athens
---.-S Nazareth. This ought not to be so.