Morning journal and courier., 1891-03-10
AT DWIGHT HALL,
A Very Interesting Talk on ssDark

A Very Interesting Talk on ssDark
 Sides of New York LiGe,o Last
 Night.
 MT. Hadley, head of the Water street mission in New York, spoke last night in Dwight hall on 'Some of the Dark Sides of New York Life," He was introduc ed by Barnes, '91, of the Yale Y. M. c. A.. Some of the features of his address are as follows: T have spoken to gatherings of Christian men and women before, but I have never stood before a crowd of stu dents, like this: live down in the Fourth
 werd, on Water street, near Jerry Ma cauley,-who was an ex-convict, river thief and in fact bum of the worst kind
 He was saved from states prison by hear ing somebody talk about Jesus. You ought to see him now. You men here have no idea of what we do down there of the men that come in from the very gutters-those who "carry the banner"- i. e. walk the streets all night with no place to rest or sit down. They come in
 there, don't want religion exactly, but they come in. could show you any time
 fifty men in there who have been saved from the gutter. They get up and tell their stories. Sometimes they come in so drunk they can't walk. But they keep
 good order there too, as good as you do here.
 ''I have often gone down into the dives and cellars, where men go in, and have to buy cup of coffee or steak to be allow ed to stay all night. Men are packed as thick as saadines in box. Then I begin and sing. They listen, come up one by
 one and join me. Men are saved then and | there. It isn't like stiff-backed essay in
 church, where people are longing for you to get through; it's glorious work. Broth CTS, you don't dream of what can be done there. You can't save those men by churches and preachers. God has found that they must be brought some other
 way;
 ''There was Billy McGlory's dance hall | one of the vilest places in New York-an
 immense place, as big as a field I used to go there and get girls out that saw go | ln-factory girls who were attracted by the dancing and had no room to dance in | their tenements. Some of us got Billy McGlory to let us have the hall once a week to hold meetings in-he didn't do it
 out of any philanthropic motive. We held l meetings there once week for six months and each night we prayed, "Oh, God, close this place up!" while he stood in one cor l ner with cigar in his mouth and laughed | and there were a dozen reporters there who took it all down. But after a while it got abroad, and Billy McGlory was tried and sent to the penitentiary for year and the place was closed up.
 was drunkard myself. drank hard
 all night and every night. had a good
 place, but lost it by drink and got poor CT one, then lost that and finally had
 nothing at all. One night was standing on the steps of saloon-I felt as was dying. I had lost all my credit, and couldn't beg any. I sat down on a whisky
 barrel, and suddenly the presence of God
 seemed to fill the room. That night was
 saved. I had myself locked up that night,
 so as not to have the delirium tremens in
 the street. The next day was Sun day. I did not know where to 90 to get help, but I drifted by good fortune into the Water street mission. Jerry Aacauley prayed for me, and I prayed for myself; and from that day to this have never lost the sense of Gods presence"
 The above is only brief extract of MT. Hadley's ''talk, ;" which was of absorbing interest, and snlivsned by striking anec- dotss. After he had fnished a volunteer