The Penn's Grove record., 1895-07-05

sourts that Hcense the sale Of strong drink
license gambling houses, license libertinism,
license disease, license death, hcense all euf-
lerings, all crimes, all despoliations, all dis
listers, all murders, all woe. 1t 10 the courts
and the legislature that are swinging wide
open this grinding. creaky, stupcndous gate
" the lost.
But you say: "You have described these
gates OF hell and shown us how they swing
In to allow the entrance to the doomed. VIII
you not, please, before you get through tins
Iermon, tell us how these gates OF hell raey
wing out to allow the escape OF the peni.
tent2" I reply, but very few escape. VI
The thousand hat go In 9s9 perish. suppose
pne Of these wanderers should knock a.
-FOUR door. Would you admit her2 Suppose
you knew where she came from. Would you
lsk her to sit down ut your dining tablef
Would you ask her to become the governess
Of your children2 Would you introduce her
among your acquaintanceships? Would YOU
lake the responsibility Of pulling on the out
tide of the gate OF hell while the pusher on
The inside Of the gate is trying to get
put7 You would not. Not one OF q
thousand OF you would dare to do 40. You
would write beautiful poetry over her sor
rows and weep over her misfortunes, put
give her practical help you never will. But,
you say, "Are there no ways by which the
wanderer may escape?" Oh, yes! Three or
Tour. The one way Is the sewing girls gar
ret, dingy, cold, hunger blasted. But, you
Jay, SIS there no other way for her to es-
N.pe2' Oh. yesl Another q 10 the street
that leads to the river at midnight, the END
81 the city dock, the moon shining down on
he water making 1t look so smooth she won-
iers il 1t Is deep enough. 1t is. No boatrnan
aear enough to hear the plunge. No watch-
man near enough to pick her out before she
sinks the third time. No other way2 Yes; by
the curve OF the railroad at the point where
the engineer OF the lightning express train
cannot see a hundred yards ahead to the
form that lies across the track. He may
whistle "down brakes" but not soon enough
to disappoint the one who seeks her death.
But, you say, 'lsn't God good. and won't He
torglye2" Yes, but man will not, oma
will not, society will not. The church Of
God says 1t will, but it will not. Our wsrk,
hen, must be prevention rather than cure.
Those gates OF hell are to be Frustrated
iust as certainly as God and the Bible
Christian men and women, quitting
their prudery and squeamishness In this
matter, rally the whole Christian senti-
ment Of the church and assail these great
evils OF society. The Bible utters its de.
nunciatlon In this direction again and again,
and yet the piety Of the day is such a namby
PANTY sort Of thing that you cannot even
UuOl6 DCIlptuIo WALNUT thAh1lB bOhlObOAy
restless. As long as this holy imbeciiity
teigns in the church Of God, sin will laugh
you to scorn. lido not know but that before
The church wakes up matters will get worse
and worse, and that there will have to be
pne lamb sacrificed from each of the most
carefully guarded folds, and the wave Of u n.
~,leanness dash to the spire OF the village
hurch and the top Of the cathedral tower.
Prophets and patriarchs and apostles and
t~vangelists and Christ Himself have thun-
aered against these sins as against no other,
| aud yet there are those who think we ought
TO take, when VIC speak Of these subjects, d
tone apologetic. ! put my foot on all the
conventional rhetoric on this subject, and
tell you plainly that unless you give up that
BIN your doom is sealed, world without
end you will be chased by the anathemas oi
an incensed God. ! rally you to = besiege-
ment of the gates OF hell. We want In this
besieging host no soft ssntinnentalists, but men
| who are willing to take sud give hard
knocks. The gates of GAIA were carried OF,
lthe gates of Thebes wore battered down, thu
gates of Babylon were destroyed, and th
gates Of hell are going to be Frustrated.
A cold winter night In q city church. II
ting the sanctuary. A lost yanderer Of the
| Btreot, with thin shawl about her, attracted by
the warmth and light, comesin and sits neal
| the door. The minister OF religion 10 preach
| ing of Him who was wounded for our trans
gressions and bruised for u iniquities, aud
the poor soul by the door said: NWhy, that
must moan mel Mercy for the chief Of ain.
ners; bruised for our iniquities; wounded toi
our transgrossions.'"
The music that night In the sancruar1
brought back the old hymn which she used
% sing when, with father and mother, shs
~worshiped God in the village church. The
service over, the minister went down thu
sisls. She said to him: .'Were those word
Tor me? Wounded for our transgresiona.
itood her not. He knew not how to comfor
shipwrecked soul, and he passed on, an(
be passed out. The poor wanderer followed
into the street.
"What are you doing here, Meg2" said tn,
police. "What are you doing here tonight
tOh," she replied, ~ was In to warm my
Ielf." And then the rafting cough came
was over. She passed on down the street
lnliing from exhaustion, recovering herself
again, until after awhile she reached tn,
butts Of the city. and passed on into the soun
try road. It seemed so familiar. She KEEP
on the road, and she saw in the distance
light in the window. All, that lighI
had been cleaning there every nigh
dncs she went away. On that countr,
70 the garden gate. She opened Il an,
passed up the path where she played II
Shildhood. She came to the steps AM
booked In at the fire on the hearth. The
The put her fingers to the latch. Oh, II tina
ioor had been locked she would have per
shed on the threshold for she was near /,
ieathi but that door had not been locket
lince the time she went away. She pushe,
opened the door. She went in and lay dow
IN the hearth by the fire. The old hous
log growled as he saw her enter, but Their
vas something In the voice he recognized
md he frisked about her until he almos
pushed her down In his ioy.
In the morning the mother came down
ind she saw a bundle OF rags on the heath
,ut when h face was upliitsd, she knew ii
md it was no more old Meg OF the street
throwing her arms around the returned
prodigal, she cried; .0h, Maggiel" TIL
child threw her arms around her mother
neck and said, ''Oh, MOTHER" And Will
they were embraced a rugged form toWeret
above them. 1t was the father. The sever
lty all gone out of his.fsce, he stopped an,
took her up tenderly and carried her /,
mothers room and laid her down on moth
or's bed, for she was dying. Then the los
one, looking up into her mothers face, SAID
t"'Wounded for our transgresslons. an,
bruised for our iniquitlesl' Mother, do 70,
think that means me-" stOh. yes. nv darl
ing" said the mother. "If mother Is SO eia
10 get you bach, don't you think God is gla
Ito get you back?"
And there she lay dying, and all thei
dreams and all their prayers were filled wit
The words, "Wounded for our transgression
and bruised for our iniquities," until, Jus
| before the moment OF her departure. he
face lighted up, showing the pardon Of Go
had dropped upon her soul. And there sh
slept away on the bosom OF q pardonin
Jesus. 80 the Lord took back one whom III
world rejected.
Big Orders for Freight Cars.
Up to some days ago, %. 1000 new freigh
ears had been ordered In this country sine
New Years