The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1892-01-28
directress in the Orphan Asylum, and
when she goes down the street

'Auntle, when are you going to bring
us some more books and shoes and
things? And, when, in times OF reviy-
al, there is some hard case back in a.
church pew that no one else can touch,
she goes where he is, and in one min
ute she has him a-crying, and the first
thing we know she is fetchingthe hard
ened man up to the front to be prayed
Tor, and says, Here is a brother who
wants to find the way into the king
dom OF Cod And if nobody seems
ready to pray she kneels down in the
aisle. beside MIN and says, ooh! Lord!'
with a pathos and q power and tri-
umph that seem instantly to emanci-
/ pate the hardened sinner. Oh! no,
you must not call her thoughtless
butterfly in our presence. You see we
would not stand it," The fact is that
the son and daughter OF that family
| did not promise much at the start,
but they are now an echo, n glorious
echo, q prolonged echo, of paternal
teaching and example.
But here is q slip-shod home. The
| parents are a goddess pair. They let
then children do as they please. No
example fit to follow No lessons of
morality or religion Sunday no bet
ter than any other day. The Bible
no better than any other book. The
house is a sort Of inn where the older
and younger people of the household
stop for a while The theory acted
on, though perhaps not announced is:
"The children will have to do as did
and take their chances. Life is lot
l fQrv Qnvhnyr
and some draw blanks. and we will
trust to luck" Skip 20 years and
come back to the neighborhood where
that family used to live. You meet
on the street or on the road an old
lnhabltant of that neighborhood, and
you say: "Can you tell me anything
about the Petersons who used to live
here?' eyes," says the old inhabi-
tant, remember them very we'll. The
father and mother have been dead for
years" "Well, how about the chill
dren? What has become of them?"
The old inhabitant replies: '.They
turned out badly. You know the old
man was about half all intidel and the
boys were allinfdels. The oldest son
married, but got into drinking habits,
and in few years his wife was not
able to live with him any longer and
his children were taken by relatives,
and he died of delirium tremens on
Blackwelps Island. His other son
forged the name of his employer and
fled to Canada. One OF the daughters
OF the old folks married an inebriate
with the idea of reforming him, and
you know how that always ends-in
the ruin OF both the experimenter and
the one experimental with. The other
daughter disappeared mysteriously,
and has not been heard Of. There
was young woman picked out OF the
East river and put in themorgue, and
some thought it was her, but cannot
say" sis it possible?" you cry out.
eyes, it is possible. The family is a
complete wreck" My hearers, that is
Just what might have been expected.
All this is only the echo, the dismal
| echo, the awful echo, the dreadful
echo of parental obliquity and ur-
| faithfulness.
So. also, the Judgment day will be
| an echo of all our other days. The
universe needs such O. day for there
are SO many things. in the world that
need to be fixed up and explained. If
God had not appointed such a day all
the nations would cry out: "Oh, God,
give us a Judgment day" But we are
apt to think about it and speak
about it as a day away off in the
future, having no special connection
with this day Or any other day The
fact is that we are now making up it's
voices, it's trumpets will only sound
back again to us what we now say
and do. That is the meaning of all
that scripture which says that Christ
will on that day address the soul.
saying: 81 was naked and We clothed
me, Twas sick and in prison and We Wis
tied me. - All the footsteps in that pris-
on corridor as the Christian reformer
| walks to the wicket of the incarcerat-
ed, yea all the whispers of coincidence
IN the ear Of that poor soul dying in
that garnet, yea all the kindnesses are
| being caught up and rolled on until
they dash against the Judgment
throne and then they will be struck
back into the ears of these sons and
daughters of mercy. Louder than
the crash Of Mt. Washington failing on
it's face in ~ ..-.-
! sldE NOhLD-W1DlI CATASTROPHE,
and the boiling OF t he sea over the
furnaces of universal conAagration will
be the echo and re-echo of the good
| deeds done and the sympathetic
words uttered and the mighty bene-
factions wrought. On that day all the
charities, all the self-sacrifces, all the
philanth ropic, all the beneticent last
wills and testaments, all the Christian
work Of all the ages, will be piled up
into mountains, and those who
have served God and served the SUI
fering human race will hear what my
text styles "the sounding OF the
mountains"
My subjectadvances to tell you that
eternity itselfls only an echo oftime.
Mind you the analogy warrants my
saying this. The echo is not always
exactly in kind like the sound origi-
nally projected. Lord Raleigh says
that a woman's voice sounding from
a grove was returned an octave high
er. A scientist playing q flute in Fair
fax county. Virginia, found that all
the notes were returned, although
some Of them came in raised pitch. A
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