The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1895-05-29

might for the worlds rescue. IN arctic
traveller hunting beaver while the ice
was brc;lkili" up, and slippoSln% that
there was no human being with 100
miles, heard the ice craci;le. and. 10. Il
lost man. insane with hunger and cold
was wading in the ice water. The eN
plorer took the man into his canoe
and made for land, and the people
gathered on the shore All the island
erS had been looking for the los: man,
and finding him, according to prear-
rangement, all the bells rang and all
the guns fired Oh, you can make
gladder time among the towers and
hilltops of heaven if you can fetch
home wanderer
In urtime it is the habit to denounce
the cities and to speak of them as
the perdition of all wickedness. Is it
not time for some one to tell the other
side of the story and to say that the
city is the heaven of practical helpful
ness? Look at the embowered and
fountained parks, where the invali DIS
may come and be refreshed; the Bow
cry mission, through which annually
over 100, 900 come to get bread for this
life and bread for the life to come, all
the pillows of that institution under
the blessing of him who had not where
to lay his head; the free schools. where
the most impoverished are educated;
the hospitals for broken bones; the
homes for the restoration of intellects
astray; 3he orphan house, father and
mother 20 all who come under its ben
ediction the midnight missions, which
pour midnoon upon the darkened; the
Prison Reform association; the houses
of mercy the infirmaries; the shelter
ing arms; the aid societies; the indus
trial schools; the Sailors Snug harbor;
the founding asylums; the free dis
pensaries, where greatest scientific
skill feels the pulse of wan pauper; the
ambulance, thestartling stroke of its
bell clearing the way to the place of
casualty. and good souls like the
mother who came to the Howard mis-
sion, with its crowd of friendless boys
picked up from the streets and saying;
If you have a crippled boy, give him
to me- My dear boy died with the
spinal complaint" " And such one
she found and took him till he was
we'll. 1t would take sermon three
weeks long to do justice to the mighty
things which our cities are doing for
the unfortunate and the lost. Do not
say that Christianity in our cities is all
show and talk and genufexion and
sacred noise You have been so long
looking at the hand of theft, and the
hand ofoutrage that you have not suf-
ficently appreciated the hand of help
streached forth from the doors and
windows of churches and from merci-
full institutions, the Christ-like hand,
the cherubic hand, ''the hand under
the wings
There is also in my suject the sugges-
ton Of rewarded work for God and
righteousness. When the wing went,
the hand went. When the wing as
cended, the hand assembled, and for
every useful and Christian hand there
will be elevation celestial and eternal
Expect no human gratitude, for it will
not come That was a wise thing Fen
elon wrote to his friend: II am very
glad, my dear, good fellow, that you
are pleased with one of my letters
which has been shown to you. You
are right in saying and believing that
I ask little of men in general. l try to
do much for them and to expect moth
ing in return. find a decided advant-
age in these terms On these terms l
defy them to disappoint me- But, my
hearers, the day cometh when your
work, which perhaps no one has no
ticed or rewarded or honored, will
rise to heavenly recognition. While
I have been telling you that the hand
was under the wing of the cherubim I
want you to realize that the wing was
over the hand. Perhaps reward may
not come to you right away. Wash
ington lost no more battles than he
won, but he triumphed at the last.
Walter Scott in boyhood was called
the Greek Blockhead," but what
height of renown did he not after
ward tread? And I promise you vic
tory further on and higher up, if not
in this world, then in the next. Oh,
the heavenly day when your lifted
hand shall be gloved with what honors
its fingers enringed with what jewels,
its wrist clasped with what splendors.
up and take it, you Christian woman
who served at the washtub. Come
up ard take it, you Christian shoe
maker who pounded the shoe last.
Come up and take it, you professional
nurse whose compensation never fully
paid for broken nights and the whims
and struggles of delirious sickrooms.
Come up and take it, you fremen,
bestweated, far down amid the greasy
machinery of ocean steamers, and ye
conductors and engineers on railroads
that knew no Sunday and whose ring
ing bells and loud whistle never warn
ed off your own anxieties.
Come up and take it, you mothers,
who rocked and lullabied the family
brood until they took wing for other
nests and never appreciated what you
had done and suffered for them. Your
hand was well favored when you were
young, and it was beautiful hand so
well rounded, SO graceful that many
| admired and euloglzed 1t, but hard
work calloused it and twisted it, and
self sacrificing toll for others paled it,
and many household griefs thinned it,
and the ring which went on only with
push at the marriage altar now is
tco large and falls off, and again and
again you have lost it. Poor hand.
Weary hand. Wornout hand! But
God will reconstruct it, reanimate it,
readorn it, and all heaven will know
the story of that hand. What fallen
ones it lifted up What tears it wiped
away! What wounds it banoaged.
What lighthouses it kindled. What
storm tossed ships it brought into the
pearl beached harbor. Oh, I am so
glad that in the vision of my text Eze-
kiel saw the wing above the hand.
Roll on that everlasting rest for all