The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1893-07-13
"The best man Is the man that gets


He prays only that familiar prayer,
Lord, bless me and my wife, my son
John, his wife, us four and no more"
A man died the other day in the fel-
lowship of Christian church. He pos
sessed millions, but he wrote that pray
or out in his will when he left the earth
Lord, bless me and my wife, my son
John and his wife, we four and no more.
Amen. The devil take care Of the bal
ance."
CORNER IN CROWNS.
do not know what a man who makes
this principle the ruling one Of his life
will do If he ever gets to heaven. They
say that some Of these men who live
money, who think money, who breathe
money, are going to heaven. Their
names are on the church books. What
they will do when they get there can
not understand. Sam Jones declares
that If some Of them get there the bal
ance of the people will have to sleep
with their pocketbooks under their pill
low. am not sure but that he is right.
How man who has spent his life in the
supreme effort to create corner in va
rious commodities and prey on the neces-
sites of his fellow men, how he can en-
ter the kingdom of Jesus Christ and be
comfortable is more than l can under
stand, even with Christ who is love and
peace and righteousness. His life means
corner. 1t means to get his neighbors
at disadvantage and to prey on his ne
cessities. He lives in corners, he thinks
in corners, he moves in corners. When
he dies, he will die in a corner, and If he
ever gets to heaven he will sit down in
corner, and there will be corner in
crowns within "a hours after he gets
there if they turn him loose.
1t is very easy to say that this is su-
perficial view Of the modern methods of
the commercial world and is based upon
impractical education and impossible
ideals. 1t is very easy to say that the
person is talking and he does not know
what he is talking about. Again re-
peat, any hen can lay an egg. While
| / cannot perform that feat, l am better
| Judge Of eggs than any hen in the world.
Moral Judgment is not dependent upon
any intimate knowledge Of technicali-
ties. Great moral truths are SO simple
that a wayfaring man, though fool,
need not err therein. A lie is a lie.
Theft is theft Gambling is gambling,
A spade is q spade. And that is all there
| Is to it.
TEN MILLION DOLLARS.
Fifth-Itis this mania that reduces life
tothe standard of miserable commercial
dividend. Men afflicted with this disease
refuse to enter upon any work that does
not pay in commercial sense. The first
question they ask is, Will it pay? ask
man to give money to save the heather.
He says: Will it pay? Does it pay? l
ask him how "Well," he says, chow
much money did you spend on the heath
en- last yearT' tell him $40 900, 900. "How
many did you save" l tell him so many
thousands. He says: 1T don't pay.
They cost too much. They come too
high. They are not worth it. Too much
money head" This is the man who
refuses to subscribe money to buy the
new hearse, because he said he never
had any use for the old one, and he gave
$40 for that. The idea of a commercial
dividend applied to life invariably re-
duces it to an absurdity.
No work of love pays. Eliminate love
from life, and there is nothing left but
death. A workingman left his anvil and
watched by the bedside Of his dying
wife. She was q little, withered, tired
woman, her face pinched aud wan and
overwrought with long years of toll. He
was a great, broad shouidered, strong
limbed, muscular giant. He gave days
and weeks and months to the tenderest
ministry of love by her bedside. He lost
his position, his place in the ranks of a
difficult trade in which to maintain him.
self. He ran the risk of being q tramp
but he never left her bedside till the end
With streaming eyes he followed the
preacher to the door and asked if there
were any hope. He lost his wages fol-
months. He was brought to the verge Of
starvation until he had to accept the
charity of strangers. 1t did not pay. Nc
work of love pays. But shall love cease
to minister TO its loved one?
Children do not pay. 1t does not pay
to have children. They are constant
expense. They add nothing to the in,
come of the household while they are
children. Yet shall children cease to be
bornr My boy has never paid cent
He has done nothing but spend. He has
been a constant expense for doctor'f
bills, nurses bills, clothes, shoes, hats
He asked me for cents as went oui
of the house last trip. He has cost me
more than 81 900 in bills for doctors,
He grows more and more expensive
every day. He has never added one
dime to my income. He has been a con,
stant drain, "A constant expense Butaf
take him up into my arms and look
into his face would not sell him for
the world piled with gold to the stars.
And yet he does not pay. The truth is
that life does not consist in the abun-
dance of things that man may possess.
sHEAvEs OF LOVE.
DR.. George Shrady, the great ply
sician, left his rich patients and went0n
vacation in the mountains for absolute
rest. He left orders that he should be
called on no accoflnt; he would answer
no call as physician. While resting in
the hammock at the country house a
little barefoot. ragged urchin came Mp
TO where he was lying, accompanied by
grandmother. The little fellow looked
wistfully upat the great physician, while
the grandmother explained: 81 could not
keep him away, doctor. He heard that
you was here; that you was the greatest
doctor in the world. He said that you
other boys. j told him he had no money
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