Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1893-04-15

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/ MED HT IN CITIES.
DR.. TAEhsasE BREACHES ON THOSE
WH0saEAWAKE AT NIGHT.
Few Indeed sAEc1They Who Need Be Out
Till Midfaght, but the Criminal and Vi
cious That Their Hour-Practical
Christina Needed.
BRooKzii.s April 9.-Rev. DIR. Tai
mage chose forihis sermon today theme
Of univerg interest-the dark side of
social lifesa our great cities. The text
chosen. asIae basissof q most graphic dis
course Wa.S Genesis j, 8, "And the dark
ness he cafe night."
Two gTiasd divisions of time. The one
of sunlight SStthe other of shadow; the one
for work, The other for rest; the one a
type of EVERYTHING glad and beautiful,
the other A.sedin all languages as type
Of sadnessand affection and sin. These
two diYisipnss were made by the Lord
himself. Other divisions Of time may
have nomenclature Of human invention,
but the dIkness held up its dusky brow
to the LORD s5and he baptized it. the dew
dripping som his fingers as he gave it
name, teA!liJ the darkness he called
night. &
My snbjectis midnight in town. The
thunder ofSthe city has rolled out of the
air. The Mightest sounds cut the night
with such aiistinctness as to attract your
attentions Ehe tinkling of the bell of
the streetscar in the distance and the
baying sSathe dog. The stamp of a
horse int next street. The slamming
of saloshSdoor. The hiccough of the
drunkard 1.-THE shrieks of the steam
whistle fggdniles away. Oh, how sug-
gestive, my friends midnight in townl
ANGELS OF THE NIGHT.
There afe honest men passing up and
down thestreet. Here is q city mission
airy who has been carrying scuttle of
coal to that poor family in that dark
place. Here is an undertaken going up
the steps sgsa building from which there
comes litter cry which indicates that
tine destrbKing angel has smitten the
frstborn.; aHere is minister of religion
who has sKsen giving the sacrament to a
dying Christian. Here is physician
passing dong in great haste, the mes
senger fs@: steps ahead hurrying on to
the household. Nearly all the lights
have gonesout in the dwellings. That
light in tie window is the light of the
watcher, for the medicines must be ad-
ministerial, and the fever must be
watched: and the restless tossing off Of
the coverlid must be resisted, and the ice
must beskept on the hot temples, and
the perpetual prayer must go up from
hearts soon to be broken Oh, the mid
night in@ town! What a stupendous
thought whole city at rest!
Wearyarin preparing for tomorrows
toll. Hotsbrain being cooled of. Rigid
muscles relaxed. Excited nerves soothed.
The white hair of the octogenarian in
thin drifts across the pillow, fresh fall
of fakesIu IN snow already fallen. Child
hood witlLits .dimpled hands thrown out
on the pillow, and with every breath
taking ina new store of fun and frolic.
Gods slumberless eye will look. Let
one greet wave of refreshing slumber
20 t..iit5ssssls-a,:t of the. great town,
submerging care and anxiety anu worrt-
ment and pain.
Let 'ckG city sleep; but, my friends, be
not deceived. There will be thousands
tonight who will not sleep at all. Go up
that dark alley and be cautious where
you tread lest you fall over the PROSTATE
form of d-unkard lying on his own
doorstep. Look about you lest you feel
the garroter's hug. Look through the
broken window pane and see what you
can see. You say, Nothing" Then
listen. What is it? "God help us!' No
! footlights, but tragedy ghastlier and
mightier than Ristori or Edwin Booth
ever enacted. Nolight, no fire, no bread,
no hope. Shivering in the cold, they
have had no food for "a hours. You
say, "Why don't they beg?" They do,
but they get nothing. You soy, "Why
don't they deliver themselves over to
the almshouse2" All, you would not ask
that if you ever heard the bitter cry
of a man or child when told he must
go to the almshouse.
THE HONEST POOR.
"Oh," you say, "they are the vicious
poor, and therefore they do not demand
our sympathy" Are they vicious: So
much more need they your pity. The
Christian poo: c cd helps them. Throug-'
their night there wrinkles the round
merry star of hope, and through tt"
broken window pane they see the crystals
of heaven, but the vicious poor, they are
more to be pitied. Their last light has
gone out. You excuse yourself from
helping them by saying they are so bad
they brought this trouble on themselves.
I reply, where give 10 prayers for the
innocent who are suffering will give 20
prayers for the guilty who are suffering.
The fisherman, when he sees vessel
dashing into the breakers, comes out
from his hut and wraps the Warmest
hannels around those who are most
chilled and most bruised and most bat
tered in the wreck. And I want you to
know that these vicious poor have had
two shipwrecks-shipwreck of the body,
shipwreck of the soul-shipwreck for
time, shipwreck for eternity. Pity, by
all means, the innocent who are suffer
ing, but pity more the guilty.
Pass on through the alley. Open the
door. "Oh," you say, sit is locked"
No, it is not locked; it has never been
locked. No burglar would be tempted
to 60 in there to steal anything. The
door is never locked. Only q broken
chair stands against the door. Shove it
back. Go in. Strike match. Now
look. Beastliness and rags. See those
glaring eyeballs. Be careful now what
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