The united opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1881-1970, 1894-04-13
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If we should pause in our service, we
should hear the crash, crash! Just as in
the sickly season you sometimes hear
the bell at the gate Of the cemetery
ringing almost necessarily, SO found
that the bell at the gate Of the cemetery
where ruined souls are buried was toll
ing by day and tolling by night. I said,
81 will explore. "
went as a physician goes into fever
lazareto to see what practical and useful
information might get. That would be
foolish doctor who would stand outside
the door of an invalid writing a Latin
prescription. When the lecturer in a
medical college is done with his lecture,
he takes the students into the dissecting
room, and he shows them the reality.
went and saw and came forth to my pull
pit to report plague and to tell how
sin dissects the body and dissects the
mind and dissects the soul. "Oh, " say
you, are you not afraid that in conse-
quence Of such exploration of the iniqui-
ties of the city other persons might make
exploration and do themselves damage?"
reply: eff in company with the COM
missioner of police, and the captain Of
police, and the inspector of police, and
the company of two Christian gentle
men, and not with the spirit of curiosity,
but that you may see sin in order the
better to combat it, then, in the name Of
the eternal God, go? But, if not, then
stay away"
Wellington, standing in the battle of
Waterloo when the bullets were buzzing
around his head, saw civilian ON the
field He said to him: ''Sir what are
you doing here? Be offp' why" re-
piled the civilian, "there is no more dan
ger here for me than there is for you.
Then Wellington flushed up and said,
"GOd and my country demand that be
here, but you have no errand here. "
Now /, as an officer in the army of
Jesus Christ, went on that exploration
and ON to that battlefield. If you bear
like commission, go. Ifnot, stay away.
But you say, "Don't you think that
somehow the description Of those places
induces people to go and see for them
selves?" l answer yes, just as much as
the description of yellow fever in some
scourged city would induce people to go
down there and get the pestilence.
But I may be addressing some stran-
ger already destroyed. Where is he, that
1 may pointedly yet kindly address him?
Come back and wash in the deep foun-
tain of Saviour's mercy. do not give
you a cup, or chalice, or q pitcher with
a limited supply to effect your ablu-
tions. point you to the five oceans of
Gods mercy. Oh, that the Atlantic and
Pacific surges of divine forgiveness
might roll over your soul AS the glori-
GUS sun of Gods forgiveness rides on to-
ward the mid heavens ready to submerge
you in warmth and light and love | bid
you good morning. Morning of peace
for all your troubles. Morning of liberia
ton for all your incarcerations. Morn
ing of resurrection for your soul buried
in sin Good morningl Morning for the
resuscitated household that has been
waiting for your return. Morning for
the cradle and the crib already disgraced
with being that of drunkard's child.
Morning for the daughter that has
trudged off to hard work because you
did not take care of home. Morning for
the wife who at 40 or so years has the
wrinl1led face, and the stopped shoulder,
and the white hair. Morning for one.
Morning for all. Good morningl In
Gods name, good morning!
BEFORE PITFALLS
In our last dreadful war the Federals
and the Confederates were encamped on
opposite sides Of the Rappahannock, and
one morning the brass band of the north
ern troops played the national air, and
all the northern troops cheered and
cheered. Then ON the opposite side of
the Rappahannock the brass band of the
Confederates played my Maryland
and Dixie" and then all the southern
troops cheered and cheered. But afte1
awhile one of the bands struck up
Home, Sweet Home" and the band
ON the opposite side of the river took up
the strain, and when the tune was done
the Confederates and the Federals all |
together united as the tears rolled down |
their cheeks in one great huzza, huzzal
Well, my friends, heaven comes very |
near today. 1t is only stream that
divides us, the narrow stream of death, |
and the voices there and the voices here |
seem to commingle, and we join trum
pets and hosannahs and hallelujahs, and |
the chorus of the united song of earth
and heaven is ''Home Sweet Home"
Home of bright domestic circle ON earth.
Home of forgiveness in the great heart |
of God. Home of eternal rest in heaven.
Homel Home Homei
But suppose you are standing on
crag Of the mountain and ON the edge |
of precipice, and all unguarded, and
some one either in joke or hate shall
run up behind you and push you off. 1t
is easy enough to push you off. But who
would do so dastardly deed? Why, this
is done every hour of every day and ev-
cry hour of every night. Men come to
the verge of city life and say: "Now,
we will just look off. Come, young man,
do not be afraid. Come near let us look
off. " He comes to the edge and looks
and looks until, after awhile, satan
sneaks up behind him and puts hand
On each of his shoulders and pushes him