The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-06-10

assembled, and what transactions for
eternity have there taken place, will
admit that it was well to build it, even if
we had known at the start that it would
only last from 1891 10 1894.
Another reason why think this last
church went down was to keep me hum
BILE The Lord had widened my work
through Christendom. and with two re-
ceptions the week before the conf1agra-
tion, the one a city reception presided
over by our mayor, and the other a ma
tional and international reception, pre-
sided over by one of the chief men of the
nation, who had recently stepped from
the presidential cabinet, and the occasion
honored by addresses, and letters, and
cablegrams from men of worldwide fame
in church and state, and the whole scene
brilliant beyond description, and in com
pliment to myself, who was brought up a
farmers boy; there was danger that
might become pulled up and my soul be
weakened for future work. I did not yet
feel any STRINGS of that sort,
and had only felt an humble graf
itude for what had been said and done
by friends transatlantic aud cisatlantic,
but / had ordered full reports of
the meeting laid aside for future perusal,
and l had engaged the fieetest steno-
grapher | know of to take down every
word, from the opening doXology of the
first reception TO the benediction of the
last reception, and some time, when less
busy, / would take all the eloquence and
kindness and splendor of that memorabl
week. What might have been the result
upon myself know not. | have seen
UPON others the whitening effect of human
praise. a cold chill ofthe worlds neg
lect is no more destructive than the sun
stroke from too much heat of popular ap-
proyal. The disaster may have been
needed. and it came so close upon the
adulation, that it acted as an everlasting
pre1enJ lion. In the light of that awful
blaze of that Sabbath in May, 1894, no
self-sudiciency could stand a second.
Another reason for the fires think, is
that somehow, and in a way that / know
not, my opportunities are to widen. After
each of the other fires new doors were
open. | prayerlully expect that such will
be the sequence of the last confagration
Will the Brooklyn Tabernacle be re-
built} / know not. What or when or
where shall be my work, l cannot even
guess, nor have | the least anxiety.
Nothing but an inspired utterance of the
Bible could bear such repetition as have
for the last twelve days given to the
words of the Psalmist: THE Lord
reigneth, let the earth rejoice"
I have safely arrived on the Pacific
Coast. A startling question was asked
me just before reached here. l was in
deep slumber in section of a sleeping
car, when the curtain was pushed back,
and a venerable lady seized hold of me
and shrieked: who are you and what
are you doing herel' 1t was a sudden
calling of the roll of passengers. and l did
not 1eel like answering to my name. The
question was repeated in more earnest
ness and with louder voice. l could not
at first understand why the interroga tion
as TO my identity, but after gathering my
senses together, / mildly suggested that
perhaps she had mistaken my place for
her own. This was no doubt the case,
and she made a quick retreat. The fact
is that the sections and berths of a sleep
ing car are Very much alike The new
mode of hanging the number Of the berth
in large figures on the outside Of the
drapery or the sleeping place is great
Improvement; but midnight perambu-
lation, even under the best Of circum-
stances, is more or less confusing. The
mistake that the venerable lady made is
mistake that thousands of people make.
for they think some one else has their
place. Most Of the struggle in the world
is in trying to get some one else's berth.
Better go back contented and take the
place assigned you In trying to get
some one else's place. we may lose our
own without getting his cannot leer at
the old lady's mistake, for that night on
the Southern Pacific railroad, bethought