Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-08-24

VIII nelp you 10 some SoOuS lIldb you ctiii
sell for me on commission, and l will go
down to one of the wholesale houses and
tell them that L know you and will back
you up, and if you want few dollars to
bridge over the present l can let you have
| them
| In a short time after the old merchant,
who had been good while shaky in his
| limbs and who had poor spells, Is called
upon TO leave the world. and the II angels
who keep the IL gates of heaven unite in
CRYING down to this approachinNsplrit OF
the old man: "Come in and welcome, for
it has been told all over these celestial
| lands that you saved man"
FEMININE EXIGENCIEs ALSO.
There sometimes come exigencies in the
| life of a woman. One morning 4 few years
ago 1 saw in the newspaper that there was
! young woman in New York, whose pock-
etbooll containing S37 :}3 had been stolen, and
! she had been left without a penny at the
! beginning Of winter, in a strange city, and
no work. And although she was stranger,
L did not allow the 8 O'Clock mail to leave
| the lamp-post on our corner, without carry
! ing the S37 33; and the case was proved gem
| uine.
Now / have read all of Shakespeare s
tragedies, and all Victor Hugo's tragedies,
and all Alexander Smiths tragedies, but
never read tragedy more thrilling than
that case, and similar cases by the hundreds
and thousands in all our large cities; young
women without money and without home
and without work in the great maelstroms
of metropolitan life. When such a case
comes under your observation how do you
| treat it? Get ont of my way, we have no
room in our establishment for any more
hands,
But there is another way, and I saw it
one dav in the Methodist Book Concern in
New York, where a young woman applied
for work, and the gentleman in tone and
manner said: MY daughter, we employ
women here, but do not know of any va
cant place in our department. Yoa had
better inquire at such and such a place, and
l hope you will be successful in getting
something to do. Here is my name, and
tell them 1 sent you"
RARITY OF CHRISTIAN CHARITY.
New York and Brooklyn ground up last
year about 80, 600 young women, and would
like TO grind up about as many this year.
Out of all that long procession of women
who march on with no hope for this world
or the next, battered and bruised and scoffed
at, and flung over the precipice, not one
but might have been saved for home and
God and heaven. But good men and good
women ara not in that kind of business.
Alas for that poor thing! nothing but the
thread of that sewing girls needle held her,
and the thread broke
1 have heard men tell in public discourse
what man is; but what is a woman? Until
some one shall give a better definition,
will tell you what woman is. Direct from
God, sacred and delicate gift, with affcc-
tions so great that no measuring line short
of that of the infinite God can tell their
bound. Fashioned to refine and soothe and
lift and irradate home and society and the
world. OF such value that no one can ap-
preciate it, unless his mother lived long
enough to let him understand it, or who in
some great crisis of lite, when all else failed
him, had a wife TO reinforce him with
faith in God that nothing could disturb.
Speak ont, We cradles, and tell of the feet
that rocked you and the anxious faces that
hovered over you! Speak out, We nurseries
of all ChristendoIn, and We homes whether
desolate or still in full bloom with the faces
of wife, mother and daughter, and help me
to define what woman is
But as geographers tell us that the depths
of the sea correspond with the heights of
the mountains, l have to tell yod that
good womanhood is not higher up than bad
womanhood is deep down. The grander
the palace, the more awful the conhagra-
tion that destroys it. The grander the
steamer Oregon, the more terrible her going
down Just off the coast.
There may be in this audience, gathered
from all parts of the world, there may be a
man whose behavior toward womanhood has
been perhdious. Repent Stand up, thou
masterpiece of sin and death, that L may
charge thee When that fine collar and
cravat, and that elegant suit of clothes
comes off and your uncovered soul stands
before God. YOU will be better off if YOU
save that woman.
YOU MAY SAVE CHILDREN.
There is another exploit you can do, and
that is to save child. A child does not
seem TO amount to much Well, your esti-
mate OF child is quite different from that
mothers estimate who lost her child this
summer. They took it to the salt air of the
seashore and to the tonic air of the noun
tains, but no help came, and the brief para
graph of its life is ended.
am glad that there are those who know
something of the value of child. Its pos
sibilities are tremendous. What will those
hands yet do? Where will those feet vet
walk? Toward what destiny will that never
DIVING soul betake itself? Shall those lips
be the throne of blasphemy or benediction?
Come, chronologists, and calculate the de-
cades of decades,'the centuries on centuries,
of its lifetime. Oh, to save a child! Am
not right in putting that among the great
exploits?
But what are you going to do with those
children who are worse off than if their
father and mother had died Tth3r day they
were born? There are tens of thousands of
such. Their parentage was against Them
Their name was against them. The struc-
ture of their skulls against them. Their
nerves and muscles contaminated by the in
ebriety or dissoluteness of their parents
they are practically at their birth laid out
on plank in the middle of the Atlantic
Ocean, in an equinOctial gale, and told to
make for shore. What to do with them is
the question often asked.
There is another question quiet as peril
nent, and that is, what are they going to do
with us? They will, 10 or IL years from
now, have as many votes as the same num-
Der of well-born children, and they will
hand this land over to anarchy and political
damnation just as sure as we neglect them.
Suppose we each one of us save boy or
save girl. You can do it. VIII you. L
will
RESCUE YOUR OWN KIN.
And while you are saving strangers YOU
NAV save some of your own kin. You think
your brothers and sisters and children and
grandchildren all safe, but they are not
dead, and no one is safe till he is dead. On
the English coast there was a wild storm,
and a wreck in the offing and the cry was:
'sNTan the lifeboat.''
But Harry, the usual leader of the sailors
crew, was no: to be found, and they went
without him, and brought back all the ship
wrecked people but one. BY this time,
Harry, the leader OF the crew, appeared and
said.