The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1893-05-17


frightened by the outgoing for living|
aud the little incoming to sustain life.
But what of that with God overhead.
and the promise: "( will never leave
thee nor forsake thee," spoken by him,
who declared: "Man shall not livel
by bread alone but by every word of
God" Here then one may sing
snow rest, my long divided heart;
Fixed on this blissfui center rest:
With ashes who would grudge to part
When called on angels bread " FEAST"
The Old Atlantic roars on the one
hand, and the placid inlet smiles on
the other. On the one ships Of power
stem the tide, aud on the other shall
lops glide, while the peaceful shores
are dotted with neat white cottages of
the laborer and the more stately man.
sions of the rich. No more quiet re-
treat could be found this side heaven
than this "Rest Cottage" whence we
write.
Yesterday, the s0th of April, as all
now know, the Senior member of the
South Carolina Conference was laid to
rest, to hear no more the "thunder Of
the captain and the shoutings." After
more than sixty years of warfare he
sleeps we'll. The mind runs back to
the long ago, the humble churches In
q goodly city and out into the wild
woods of Goose creek and Paradise
island, where frail tabernacles were
erected and thousands gathered for
praise and prayer, heard the word Of
God in power. Here young White
foord Smith with others, most Of them
gone, some few still lingering on these
mortal shores, rejoiced In God while
they girded on the harness for the bat
tie, rejoicing as well when they laid 1t
off for the palm branch of victory
through Jesus. What is the need of
praise for which earthly ambitions
struggle, compared with the well done
of the Lord Of life?
But those old camp meetings, how
full of blessed excitement. Que re-
calls Joshua's talk with Moses, (Ex.
xxxii; II, 1S): "And when Joshua
heard the noise Of the people as they
shouted he said unto Moses There Is
the noise Of war in the camp. And
he said: It is not the voice of them
that shout for mastery, neither Ia it
the voice OF them that cry for being
overcome but the noise Of them that
sing do I hear"
And such singing at these camp
meetings. beloved. like the sound of
u any waters enough to lift the roofs
overhead.
But all that is over now, other men
Of other minds rule the hour. and the
church seems settling down to quiet
ude abhoring excitement. Satan likes
that. The singing of the naked idola-
trous Isrealites wcrshipping the golden
calf he delighted In, and doubtless de-
lighted likewise in the Kirniess, lately
celebrated, when the church and the
world gave thousands to see the poetry
of motion exhibited In the dance.
1 recall paragraph lately published
concerning the reply of DR.. Wiley to
the Romish Archbishop. The bishop
said with dignity and yet with an in
cipient satire: "Dr. Wiley, you are a
member of the Methodist Society, I
think ?" "Yes, sir" said the Doctor.
The bishop then sail: "Our church
is little older than yours" "Yes,"
said DIR. Wiley, land Satan is older
than either of Them" This witness is
true.
But changing the subject, what is
the meaning of those mems faces star
ing at and over advertisements in the
press? One sells furniture, another
shoes, another medicines. Is there
any thing like spice Of vanity In it ?
They are all good looking men, it Is
true, or at least no doubt they think so,
or they would not be so lavish of their
"countertea presentments." The last
1 looked at was the picture of preach
er heading the list of assessments pre-.
sented to bis charge. He has the far
away eager look OF one hunting dimes
hard TO get at. Perhaps he thought
the picture would draw If nothing else
did, and of course one may wish him
success.
like your paragraph in your paper
of May 4th headed "Psying and Pray
ing" We ought not to stress paying
TO the utter neglect of praying. Pray
er is undoubtedly greater force In
Christ's kingdom than money, but so
few seem TO think 30. And Is one rea.
son doubtless why the chariot wheels
drag heavily. And the church is
forced to get little revenue by. little
that as a church we ought
to he ashamed of.
But ones thoughts have wandered
from the main subject contemplated,
viz, the peace of God. "Great peace
have they that love thy law, and moth
ing shall offend them" AS true now
as when first uttered. So the saints
have ever found 1t. And the Quaker
Poet Whittier sings truly in his
AT LAST.