Evening capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1888-1893, 1892-04-11

Yes. yes. al the green leaves we walk
over were t.sra II some palm tree.
have cultivated the habit Of forgetting
the unpleasant things Of life. and chiefly
remember the smooth things. and ss far
as I remember now my life has for the
most part moved on over a road soft
with green leaves. They were torn of
two palm trees that stood at the start Of
the road. The prayers. the Christian ex-
ample, the good advice, the hard work
Of my father and mother. How they
toiledl Their fingers were knotted with
hard work. Their fOreheads were wrin-
kled with many cares. Their backs
stopped from carrying our burdens.
They long ago went into slumber
among their kindred and friends on the
banks Of the Raritan, but the influences
they threw in the way Of their children
are yet green as leaves the moment they
are plucked from a palm tree, and we
feel them on our brow and under our
feet and they viii strew all the way
until we lie down in the same slumber.
Self sacrificed What a thrilling wordl
Glad am | that our world has so many
specimens Of Il. The sailor boy on ship
board was derided because he would not
fight or gamble, and they called him a
coward. But when a child fell over
board and no one Else was ready to help,
the derided sailor leaped into the sea,
and. though the waves were rough, the
sailor swimming with one arm carried
the child on the other arm till rescued
and rescuer were lifted into safety, and
the cry of coward ceased and all huz-
zaed at the scene Of daring and self
sacrifice.
When, recently, Captain Burton. the
great author. died. he left a scientific
book in manuscript, which he expected
would be his wife's fortune He often
told her so. He said, This viii make
you independent and affiuent after am
gone He suddenly died. and it was
expected that the wife would publish
the book One publisher told her he
could himself make out of it 500, 900.
But 1t was book which, though written
With pure scientific design, she felt would
do inumeasursble damage to public
morals With the two large volumes,
which had cost her husband the work Of
years, she sat down on tine floor before
/ the fire, and said to herself, There is a
I fortune for me in this book. and although
/ nv husband wrote it with the right mo-
I tive and scientific people might be helped
/ BY it, to the vast majority of people it
/ would be harmful, and know it would
/ damage the world" Then she took
/ apart the manuscript sheet after sheet
and put it into the fire, until the last line
was consumed. Bravo! She flung her
/ livelihood, her home, her chief worldly
resources under the best moral and re-
/ hgious interests of the world.
HOW MUCH ARE WE WILLING TO GIVE UP?
How much are we willing to sacrifice
for others? Christ is again on the march,
not from Bethpage to Jerusalem, but for
the conquest of the world. He will sure
ly take it, but who will furnish the palm
branches for the triumphant way? Self
sacrifice is the word. There is more
money paid to destroy the world than to
save it. There are more buildings put
up to ruin the race than churches to
evangelize it. There is more depraved
literature to blast men than good litera-
ture to elevate them. Oh, for a power
to descend upon us all like that which
whelmed Charles q. Finney with mercy,
when, kneeling in his law Office, and be-
fore he entered upon his apostolic career
of evangelization, he said: The Holy
Ghost descended on me in a manner
that seemed TO go through me, body and
soul. could feel the impression like a
wave of electricity going through and
through me. Indeed it seemed to come
in waves and waves of liquid love. 1t
seemed like the breath of God. can
recollect distinctly that it seemed to fan
me like immense wings. wept aloud
with joy and love. These waves came
over me and over me one after another,
and, until, / recollect, cried out, i
shall die if these waves continue TO pass
over me- 1 said, Lord, | cannot bear
any more" And, when a gentleman
came into the Office and said, Mr.. Fin
ney, you are in painY' he replied, "No,
but so happy that cannot live"
Ny hearers, the time will come when
upon the whole church of God will de-
scend such an avalanche Of blessing, and
then the bringing of the world to God
will be a matter Of few years, perhaps
few days or few hours. Ride on, o
Christi for the evangelization of all
nations. Thou Christ who didst ride on
the unbroken colt down the sides of
Olivet, ON the white horse of eternal
victory ride through all nations, and
may we, by our prayers and our self
sacrifices and our contributions and our
conservation, throw palm branches in
the way. clap my hands at the coming
: victory. feel this morning as did the
Israelites when on their march from
Canaan; they came not under the shadow
of one palm tree but of seventy palm
trees, standing in an oasis among a
dozen gushing fountains, or as the Book
puts it, Twelve wells of water and three
score and ten palm trees"
Surely there are more than seventy
such great and glorious souls present
: today. Indeed it is a mighty grove of
palm trees, and feel something of the
raptures which l shall feel when, our
, last battle fought, and our last burden
carried, and our last tear wept, we shall
become one of the multitudes st. John
describes clothed in white robes and
palms in their hands" Hail thou bright,
thou swift advancing, thou everlasting
Palm Sunday Of the skiesl Victors over
sin and sorrow and death and woe, from
the hills and valleys of the heavenly
Palestine, they have plucked the long,
broad, green leaves, and all the ransomed
some in gates Of pearl, and some on
battlements Of amethyst, and some on