Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1889-02-11

Aop yON hhOW bOH lue IeulhtTlDuLlOu VII
take place. BY generosity on the part O
those who have surplus and increased in
dustry on the part OF those suffering from
deficit. Not all, but the large majority o.
cases Of poverty in this country are q result
of idleness or drunkenness, either on the
psrt of the present sufferers OF their ances
tors. In most casss the rum Jug is the
mselstrOm that has swallowed down the
livelihood OF those who are in rags.
IN SNOWY LETTERS OF WHITE FLEECE.
But things will change, and by generosi-
sy on the psIt of the crowded wGrdTobes,
and industry and sobIiety on the part OF
the empty wardrob there will be enough
for all to wear. God has done his part to-
ward the dressing Of the human race.
He grows surplus of wool on the sleeps
back, and flacks roam the the mountains
and valleys with a burden of warmth in
tendeded fer transierence to human COM
fort, when the shuttles Of ;he factories
reaching all the way fIom the Chattshoo-
chee to the Merrimac shall have spun snd
woven it. And here come oIth the Rocky
Mountain goat and the cashmere and the
beaver Here are the merino sheep, their
origin traced back to the flocks Of Abra-
hamic aud Davidic times Ia white letters
of snowy fleece, Goa has bien writing for a
thousand years his wish that there might
be warmth for all nations.
HOW MAY WE SERVE OUR GENERATION I?
Again, let us look around and see how
VA may serve cur generation. What short
sighted mOrtals we would be if we were
anxious to clothe and feed only the most
insignificant part Of man, namely, his
body, while we put forth no effort to
clothe and feed and save his soul Time
is little piece broken off great eternity.
What are we doing for tie souls OF this
present generation?
BEHAVE WELL YOURSELVES.
The most OF that which you do 10 ben
fit the souls OF this generation. you will
effsc. through your own behavior. Go
wrong, and that will induce others to 90
wrong. Go right, and that will induce
others to 90 right. When the great CEN
teunisl exhibition wss being held in
Philadelphia, the question came up
among the directors ss to whether they
coald keep the exposition open on Sun
days, when a director, who was man Of
the world, from Nevada, crcse and said,
his voice trembling with emotion and
tears rucning down his cheeks: Il feel
like retained pro1igal. Twenty years
ago vent west and into region where
we had no Sabbath, but to-day old memo.
ries come back to me, and | remember
what my glorifed mother taught me about
keeping Sunday, and seem to hear her
voice again and feel Gs 1 did when every
evening l knelt by her side in prayer.
Gentlemen, vote for the obssrancs of the
Chr stian Sabbath" And he carried
everything By storm, and when the quee
tiou was put, "Shall we open the exhi-
bi,ion on Sabbath?p it was almost unani-
nous, "No." "No." What one man can
DO if he does right, boldly night, emphatic
ally right.
THE YEAR ROLLS SWIFTLY ON.
What if We could get this whole genera
ton ssved These people who are living
with us the same year and amid the same
stupendous events and flying toward the
future swifter thau esgles to their prey.
We cannot stop They cannot stop. We
say, Come nov, my friend, let us stop
and discuss this snbject," brs We do not
stop. The year does not op, the day
10. 80 a:sp, tl- --.. Scy.-so. stop. T-o
year is IS great wheel and there is baud
on that wheel that keeps it revolving, and
as that wheel turns, it tuTns three hundred
snd si1ty-fye smaller wheels, which are
the days, and then each Of these three hun
drld and siXty-five wheels turn
twenty-four smaller wheels, which
are the hours, and these
tweniy-four smaller wheels turn sixty
smaller wheels, which are the minutes,
and these sixty smaller wheels turn sixty
more smaller wheels which are the sec
ends, and they keep rolling, rolling, roll
iug, mounting, mounting, mounting, and
swifting, swifting, swifting. On, God! II
our generation is going like that and we
are goirg with them, waken us to the
short but tremendous opportunity. | coz
fess 10 you that my one wish is TO serve
this generation, not TO ant0gonizs It, not
to damage it, not to rule it, but to serve it.
I would like TO do something toward help
ing uns,rap its load, to stop lis tears, to
baIcam its wounds and 10 induce il TO put
foo, on the upward road that has st it's
terminus, scclamRtion rapturous and gates
pesrline, and garlands nmaranthine and
fountains rainbOTed and dominions en-
throned and coroneted, for l cannot forget
that lullaby in the closing of my text:
"Dsyid, after he had served his own gem
Grafton by the will of God, fell on sleep"
AWAY WITH IT.
Away with all your gloomy talk about
departure from this world. Ii we have
served our generation it will not be put
ting ont into the breakers, it will not be
the ijght With the King OF TerrOTs; it will
ha eoipp to sleep. When in Africa, Ma
iwara, the servant, looked into the tent OF
David Livingstone and found him on bls
knees. he stepped back, not wishing to
distnrb him in prayer, and come time after
went in and found him in the same p.st-
ure. snd step;e ed back again, bat sitter
after awhile went in and touched him, and
10 the great traveller had finished his
lest ionruey and he bad died Ia the gJand-
est and mightiest posture man ever
,okes--on his knees. He hsd served his
generation by unrolling the scroll OF con-
1;nenf and By the will Of God fell on
sIeen Grimshaw, the evangelist, when
asked how he felt in his last moments, re-
spopded: "As happy as can be on eartn
and as sure of glory IS if l were in 1t. l
have nothing to do but to step out OF this
hsd into heaven" Having served his gen
Grafton in successful eyangeli1m by the
will of God, he fell asleep.
A GLORIOUS AWAKENING.
Whv will you keep us all so nervous
talking about that which is only dorml-
torv and pillowed slumber, canopied by
angelo wings? Sleepl Transporting sleep!
And what a glorious awakening! You ana
I have sometimes been thoroughly beWil-
dered after long and fatiguing journey;
we have stopped at friends house icrtne
n;oht and after hours of complete uneon-
sciousness we have opened our eyes, the
hiph risen sun full in our faces, and, before
we could fully collect our iacuI-
ties. have said Where ana l,
whose house is this, snd whose
are these gardens?" And then II mas
flashed upon us in great reality. Ana
should not wonder il, nftsr we have served
our generation and, by the will OF God,
have fallen On sleep, the deep sleep the
restful sleep, we should awake in blisstul
bewilderment ard for little while say
"Where am l? What place is this? Who
hung this upholstery? What fountains
are these tossing in the light? Why, thus
looks like heavenl II is. 1t is. Why,
there is building grander than oil the
castles of earth heavfd into a mountain of
splendor, that must be the palace OF Jesus.
And, look there, at those walks lined with
a foliage more beautiful than anything
ever saw before, and see those who are