Morning journal and courier., 1892-11-24
AN ELOQUENT ADDRESS

Delivered at the City Missions by
Mrs. e. M. Whfttemore of the Door
of Hope Mission OF New York.
Thanksgiving Service.
The Thanksgiving praise service and
woman's meeting were held together at the |
City Missions hall yesterday afternoon.
The service began shortly after 2 O'Clock |
and were opened by the Rev. DR.. Twitch- |
ell, who read from the scriptures the para
BILE of the Good Samaritan, and offered
prayer. The hymn. 'sThe Masters Voice."
was sung and Rev. Mr.. Mosaman intro
duced Mrs. E. NJ. Whittemore, who deliv
cred the address of the afternoon. Mrs.
Whittemore is connected with the Door of
Hope mission in New York city. She
spoke in part as follows:
IT didn't exactly understand the exact
nature of this meeting until sat here for
few minutes. saw so many women
here that my heart went out to them.
Sometimes we think that if we only had
this and that we would be happy. If you
had the whole world We could not
be happy. Let US turn our heart to him
who only has power to make us truly
happy. I want to tell you about a beauti-
full girl of whom knew. She had hap
that she wanted the world to make her
happy. She came from her home to New
York. She soon became very dissipated.
She went from bad to worse and soon was
| in the very slums of the city. She then
| realized that the world could not satisfy
her. She used to come to a mission near
| the place in which she lived, but would al
ways steal out before any one could see
her. Her parents were distracted and were
searching for her. One day about Christmas
word came to the mission thatN Nellie, for such
was her name, was Ill. Dear friends, you
can perhaps imagine the room in which
she lived. In a poor attic of a rear tene-
ment, room barely furnished, with a
broken window which let in much air
as the little stove gave out heat. When
she heard the door opened she turned in
the bed and said, "Ob, am 80 glad that
you came. I want you to tell me, was
that true you said in the mission the other
wes that that BE- sbs will be fld
that it Was true. ooh, have been guilty
of great sin. I have broken my mothers
heart, have driven my father to the
grave, but will let him save me-"
She died in a very short time. There
may not be any like tnatpoo young woman
here to day. l see many, however, who
are careworn, who look as though their life
was dragging them down. Obi my friends
let the tenderness of Jesus enter your sou
and he will make the burden of life lighter
Ha will make you happy if you will lei
him. You say you cannot do much fol
the Lord. You can. He looks at how w
work to help and the spirit in which W,
make our endesvor far more than he look
at the results. 1t ia not so much what yot
could be and what you were, but what 70,
are.
Every time read this verse it makes m.
! feel as though I should never need an,
} other. 1t came to me when asked tn,
Lord for text for the year, and is tn,
same which came to me four years ago..
is Not I, but Christi Not for mysel
| must work, but for Christ. I once heart
my little boy say something to his brother
They were both in bed, and had jus
closed my eyes. I heard voics subduet
SO as not to disturb me say: "Frankie
s'pose mamma should dies" He waited
little while and then said: s'Frankie, s'pos
papa should die?" In less than five min
utes he had killed the whole family. A
last he said: ''Frankie, s'pose I SHOULD
, die?" I waited for the answer to come
and when I heard 1t my soul was fillet
! with joy. "Then you would meet mamm
and papa and dear Jesus" You, m,
friends, will all see dear Jesus if you labo
. in his cause.
Now, to day it is thanksgiving, and "
a should be fixing up ourselves without fea
t of our neighbors. I remember a youn
girl who was so devoted to the work O
| Christ that her last breath was spent il
y converting men to his work. I remembe
the time when she was on her death bad.
entered the room in which che was, an
, there she sat propped up with pillows tina
she might breathe easier. Near her bed
, | side sat two ex-convicts. Every breat
she took came with an effort, yet tina
breath was spent in the endeavor TO brin
these souls nearer to Jesus. Her last dc
sire was that she would be brought to tn
= slums of the city. We brought he
down town to crafty her wish. Fror
, houses that were nearly falling, from al
| tics and cellars came men and women to se
her. All were afflicted by her visit. On
? young man when she died went and wit
o his last coin bought bouquet which b
j, placed on her body. I think that youn
, man walked the streets that night becaus
v he had spent for the bouquet what woul
have got him lodging.
So, my friends, remember this day, an
); let US give thanks to God and ask him I
Il help US save such as these.
After Mrs. Whittemore had concluded
= all present shook her hand She left {
O'Clock for New York.
The Thanksgiving presents were the
distributed and the exercises closed.