The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-10-01

old mother gray hair for NIFTY thousand
such caricatures Of humanity. And II the
life of a wording, if the life Of disciple
given % the world is sad. the close Of such
a life is simply a tragedy.
Let me tell you that the designations OF
social life are despOIling the usefulness OF
a vast multitude of people What do
those people care about the fact that
there are whole nations in sorrow and
suffering and agony, when they have for
consideration the more important ques-
ton about the size of a glove, or the tie
of a cravat, Which one of them ever
bound up the wounds Of hOspltal2
Which one Of them ever went out 10 care
for the poor " hich of them do you find
in the haunts Of sin distributing tractsk
They live on themselves, and 1t is very
poor pasture.
SybarIs was a great city, and 1t once
sent out three hundred hOrsemen in bat
tie. They had a minstrel who had taught
the horses Of the army great trick. and
when the old minstrel played a certain
tune the horses would rear and with their
front feet seem to beat time to the music.
Well, the old minstrel was offended with
his country, and he went over TO the enc
my, and he said to the enemy: You give
me the mastership of the army and Will
destroy their troops when those horse
men come from Sybaris" So they gave
the old minstrel the management. and he
taught all the other minstrels certain
tune. Then when the cavalry troop came
up the old minstrel and all the other
Ministries played certain tune, and
at the most critical moment in the battle
when the hOrsemen wanted to rush to the
conflict, the horses reared and beat time
TO the music with their fOrefeet, and in
disgrace and rOut the enemy fed. -
my friends, / have seen il again and Ggaln
the MINISTRIES of pleasure the. --Ilnstrels
of dissipation, the Ministries OF goddess
| association have defeateI~ people IN the
hardest fight of life FrlvoHty has lost
| the battle for ten thousand folk. Oh!
what a belIitt's,. z process to the human
mind tb - everlasting question about
| dreS -, This discussion of fashionable in
Anitesslmals this group looking askance at
| the glass, wondering with an infinity of
| earnestness how that last geranium leaf
does look-this shrivelling of a mans
moral dignity until it is not observable to
the naked eye, this Spanish inquisition of
a tight shoe, this binding up of an immor-
tai soul in a ruffie, this pitching of of an
| immortal nature over the rocks when
God intended it for great and everlasting
uplifting.
You know as well as do that the dissi-
patiOns Of social life are destroying thou
| sands and tens of thousands of people.
and it is time that the pulpits lift their
! y
the eternal misfortune of all those who
enter the rivalry. When did the white
glistening boards of a dissipated ball
| room ever become the road to heaven
When was a torch for eternity ever
lighted at the chandelier of a dissipated
| scenei From a table spread after such
an excited and desecrated scene who ever
vent home to pray2
In my parish of Philadelphia there was
| a yOI1pU woman brilliant snripr
morning. She gave her life to the world.
! She would come to the, religious meetings
| and under conviction would for a little
| while begin to pray and then would rush
of again into tho discipleship of the
world She had all the world could offer
! of brilliant social position. One day a
! flushed and excited messenger asked me
| to hasten TO her house for she was dying.
! | entered the room. There were the ply
| sicians, there was the mother, there lay
this disciple of the world. | asked her
! some questions in regard TO her soul. She
made no answer. / knelt down to pray.
rose again and desiring to get some ex-
| preston in regard to her eternal interests,
| ! said: Have you any hOpen and
| then for the first time her lips moved in
| a whisper as she said: mo hope!" Then
she died. The world, she served it. and
the world helped her not in the last.
| And | tell the hundreds and thousands of
young people who may read this sermon,
the world will laugh with you when you
laugh and rOmp with you when you
rOmp, but they will not weep with YOU
when you die. | wish from my heart
that 1 could marshal all the young people
in this land TO an appreciation of the fact
that you have an earnest work in life and
your amusements and recreations are
only to help you along in that work. At
the time of religious awakening
Christian young woman spoke TO
man in regard to his souls sal
vatlOn He tiOated out into the world
After awhile she became worldly in her
Christian profession. The man said one
day, "Well, ! am as safe as she is | was
a Christian, she said she was Christian.
She talked with me about my soul; if she
is safe | am safe" Then a sudden acct
dent took him off without an opportunity
to utter one word of prayer. Do you not
realize, have you not noticed, young men
and Old-have you not noticed that the
designations of social life are blasting
and destroying vast multitude2 With
many life is masquerade ball,
and as at Such entertainments gentle
men and ladies put on the garb of kings
and queens or mountebanks or clowns and
at the close pull off the disguise, so a
great many pass their whole life in a
mask, taking of the mask at death While
the masquerade ball of life goes on, they
trip merrily over the floor gemmed hand
Is stretched to gemmed hand, and gleam-
ing brow bends TO cleaning brow On
with the dance! Flush and rustic and
laughter of immeasurable merry-making.
But after awhile the languor of death
comes on the limbs and blurs the eve
sight, Lights lower Floor hollow with
sepulchral echo. Music saddened
into a wall. Lights lower Now
the maskers are only seen in the dim
light. Now the fragrance of the flowers
Is like the sickening odor that comes from
garlands that have lain long in the vaults
of cemeteries. Lights lower. Mists
gather in the room. Glasses shake as
though quaked by sullen thunder. Sigh
caught in the curtain. Scarf drops from
the shoulder of beauty, a shroud. Lights
lower. Over the slippery boards in dance
OF death glide jealousies, envies, revenges
lust despair and death. Stencil the
lamp-wicks almost extinguished Torn
garlands will not half cover the ulcer
ated feet. Choking damps. Chilliness.
Feet still. Hands closed. Voices hushed.
Ewes shut Lights out.
Oh, how many of you have fioated far
away from God through social dissipa-
lons, and it is time you turned. For l
remember there were two vessels on the
sea, and in storm. 1t was very, very
dark, and the two vessels were going
straight for each other, and the captains
knew 1t not. But after awhile the man
on the lookout saw the approaching shin.