The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1889-03-13

writes the offense OF this woman He write.
it in dust so that it can be easily rubbed out
and when she repents Of it, oh, He was 6
merciful Christ! was reading Of q legend
that is told in the far east about Him. He
was walking through the streets Of city
and He sawa crowd around dead dog. AND
one man said '.lYhat a loathscmc object is
that dog!" Yes said another. his ears
are mauled and bleeding Yes" said
another, ':eren his hide would not be Of any
use to the tarner.n YES" said another
the odor OF his carcass is dreadful" Then
Christ, standing there, said: "But pearls
can not equal the whiteness Of his teeth"
Then the people, moved by the idea that any
one could ind any thing pleasant concern
ing dead dog. said: Why this must be
Jesus of Nazareth
Reproved and convicted they went away.
Surely this legend Of Christis good enough
to be true. Kindness in all His words aud
ways and habits. Forgiveness. Word of
eleven letters, and some Of them thrones,
and some Of them palm branches. Better
have Christ write close to our names that
one word, though he write in dust. than TO
have our name cut into monumental granite
with the letters that the sJorrls Of ! thou
Babington had book Of only three leaves.
The first leaf was black, the second leaf
red, the third leaf white. The black leaf
suggested sin; the red leaf atonement; the
white leaf purification. That is the whole
story. God will abuuddntIy pardon.
must not forget to say that as Christ,
STOPPING down. with His finger wrote or the
ground. it is evident that His sympathies are
with this penitent woman, and that He has
no sympathy with i.er hypocrit:cal pursuers.
Just opposite to that is the worlds habit.
Why didn't these unciean PhariSees bring
one OF their own number to Christ for ex-
coriation and capital punishment No, no.;
they overlook that in man which they DAM
nate in woman. And so the world has had
for offending "omen sccurges and objurga-
ton, AM for just one offauSc she becomes an
outcast. while for men whose lives have been
sodomic for twenty years, the world swings
open its doors of brilliant welcome, and they
may sit in Legislatures and Senates, and
Parliaments or on thrones. Unlike the Christ
of my text, the world writes a mans misde-
meanor in dust. but chisels a woman's offense
with great capitals upon ineff2ceabie marble.
For foreign lords and princes, whose names
can not be mentioned in respectable circles
abroad, because they are walking lazarettos
Of abominaton, our princesses OF fortune
wait and at the first beck sail out with them
into the b,ackness of darkness forever.
And in what are called higher circles OF
society there is now not only the imlta-
ton Of foreign dress and foreign man
ners, but an imitation of foreign dis
soiuteness. I like an Englishman and l
like an American. but the sickest creature
on this earth is an American playing the
Englishman. Society needs to be recon.
structed on this subject. Treat them alike,
masculine crime and feminine crime. If you
cut the one in granite, cut them both in
granite If you write the one in dust, write
the other in dust. No, no, says the world,
let woman go down and let man so up.
What is that hear FLASHING into the East
river at midnight, and then there is gurgle
as Of strangulation, and al is still. Never
mind. 1t is only woman too discouraged
to live. Let the mills Of the cruel world
grind right on.
But while speak of Christ Of the text,
His STOPPING down, writing in the dust. do
not think underrate the literature of the
dust. 1t is the most solemn and tremendous
nf all literature 1t is the greatest OF all
Libraries. When Layard exhumed Nine
yah he was only opening the door OF
It's mighty dust. The excavations Of
Pompeii have only been the unclasping OF
the lids of volume of a nations dust.
When Admiral Farragut and his friends,
few years ago, visited that resurrected city,
the house of Balbo, who had been one OF its
chief citizsns in it's prosperous days, was
opened and a table was spread in that house,
which eighteen hundred years had been
buried by volcanic eruption, and Faragut
and his guests walked over the eX-
uuisite mosaics and under the beautl-
| full fresco, and it almost seemed like
being entertained by those who eighteen
centuries ago had turned to dust. 0, the
mighty literature of the dust! Where are
the remains of Senuacherib and Attila and
| Epamiuondas and Tamerlane and Trojan
and Philip OF Macedou and julius Cesar
Dust! Where are the heroes who fought on
both sides of Charonea, at Hastings, at
Marathon, at Cressy, of tho 10000 men
who fought at Agi1court, OF the ,OoO men
who faced death at Jena, Of the 100000
whose armor glittered in tine SUN at Wag-
ram, of the l.NlO, 900 000 men under Darius
at Arbe!la, OF the J. G2l. 900 men under AerXcs
at Thermopylr, Dust'
Where are the guests who danced the
loors of the Alhambra, or the Persian
palaces of Ahasuerusi Dust! Whero are
the musicians who played and the orators
who spoke, and the sculptors who chlseled,
and the architects VINO built IN all the CEN
turias except our ownz Dust!
The greatest library Of the world, that
which has the widest shelves, and the
| ;cio n
volumes and the vastest wealth, is the
underground library 1t is the royal library,
the continental library, the hemisphere
library, the planetary library, the library
Of the dust And ell these library
cuses will be opened and all these scrolls
purolled and all these volumes unclasped,
and as easily as in your library or mine we
take I'D q book, blow the dust off Of Il, and
turn over lis pages, so easily will the Lord OF
lie Resurrection pick out OF this library
Of dust every volume of human life, and
open it and read it and display it. And the
volume will be rebound, to be set IN the
royal library Of the Kings palace. or IN the
prison library of the se!f-destroyed. O, this
m:&h h:y literature ci the duSt! IL IS noI 80
wonderful after all that Christ chose, in
stead Of an inkstand the impressionabe
sand on the floor Of al ancient temple, and,
Instead OF Q hard per, put forth his fore
aneer with the same kind of nerve. and
muscle and bone, and eesh as that which
makes up our own foretinger, and wrote the
awful doom Of hypocrisy and ful! and COM
plete forgiveness fer repentant sinners,
even the worst
And now can believe that which read,
how that mother kept burning candle in
the window every night for ten years, and
Que night very late poor waif Of the street
entered. Theased woman said to her, "S!5
| .in,r,, l,,. 1l,n Ern y ard Tho stranger sad,