The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1894-04-18

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81 will explore"
I went as a physician goes into a fever
lazareto to see what practical and useful
information might get. That would be
a 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 dissectlng
ROOM, and he shows them the reality. l
went and saw and came forth to my pull
pit to report a 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 inlqul-
ties of the city other persons might make
exploration and do themselves DAMAGE
I reply: "If 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 buzzlng
around his head, saw a civilian on the
field. He said to him: .'Sir, what are
you doing here? Be off" Why re-
nlied the civilian, There is no moro dan
ger here for NE than there is for You.
Then Wellington flushed up and said.
God and my country demand that l BE-
here, but you have no errand here.
Now I. as an officer in the army of
Jesus Christ, went on that exploration
and on to that battlefield If you bear
a like commission, go. Hnot, 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?" 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 pestilcnce.
But I may be addressing some stran-
ger already destroyed. Where she, that
may pointedly yet kindly address him?
Come back and wash in the deep foun-
tain of a Saviour's mercy. / do not give
you a cup, or a chalice, or a pitcher with
a limited supply to effect your ablu-
lions. ! point you to the five oceans OF
Gods mercy. Oh, that the Atlantic and
Pacific surges of divine forgiveness
might roll over your soull AS the slori-
u 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 morning! 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 a 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 90 years has the
wrinkled face, and the stopped shoulder,
and the white hair. Morning for one.
Morning for all. Good morning! 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
n 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 tie
Confederates played my Maryland"
and Dixie" and then all the southern
troops cheered and cheered. But aftel
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 US the tears rolled down
their cheeks in one great huzza, huzza!
Well, my friends, heaven comes very
near today. It is only a 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 "Hone, Sweet Home
Home Of bright domestic circle on earth.
Home Of forgiveness in the great heart
Of God. Home Of eternal rest in heaven.
Home! Home! Home!
But suppose you are standing on a
crag of the mountain and on the edge
Of a precipice, and all unguarded, and
some one either in joke or hate shall
run up behind you and push you off. It
is easy enough to push you off. But who
would do so dastardly a 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: Nov,
we will just look of. 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 a hand
on each Of his shoulders and pushes him
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