Democratic messenger. [volume] (Snow Hill, Md.) 1869-1973, 1895-05-25

when three were in n boat off the coast in
n sndden storm that threatened To sink
the boat, and one suggested that they all
kneel down in the boat 10 pray, and the
robust man took hold of the oar and be-
gan to pull saying, Let you, the strong
stout fellow, lay hold the other oar, and
let the weak one who cannot phil give
himself up to prayer" Pray by all means,
but at the same time pull with all your
might for the worlds rescue. An arctic
traveller hunting beaver while the leo was
breaking up, and supposing that there
was no human being with 100 miles, heard
the Ice cracklc, and, 10, a lost man, insane
with hunger and cold, was wading in the
Ice water The explorer took the man
into his canoe and made for land, and the
people gathered on the shore. All the is
landers had been looking for the lost man,
and finding him, according to prcarrange-
ment all the bells rang and all the guns
fired. Oh, you can make n gladtier time
among the towers and hilltops Of heaven
IL you can fetch home a wandcrcr.
A Word For the Cities.
In our time 1t Is the habit to dcnounce
the cities and to speak of them as tho per-
dition Of all wickedness. Is ii not time
for some one to tell the other side of tho
story and to say that the city Is the hcarcn
Of practical helpfulncss? Look at the ON
powered and fountained parks, where tho
invalids may come and bc refreshed; the
Bowcry mission, through which annually
over 100. 600 come to get bread for this life
and bread for the life to come, all the pill
lows of that institution under the blessing
of him who had not where to lay his
head; the FREQ schools, where the most i'm
broken bones; the homes for the restora-
ton of intellccts astray; the orphan house,
father and mother to all who come under
Its bcncdiction; the midnight missions
which pour midnoon upon the ,larkened;
the Prison Reform association; the houses
Of mercy; the infirmarics; the sheltering
arms: tho aid societies; the industrial
schools; the Sailors Snug harbor; the
foundling asylums; the free dlspensaries
where greatest scientific skill feels the
| pulse of wan paupcr; the ambulance, tho
| startling stroke of its bell clearing the way
| to the place of casualty, and good souls
| like tho mother who came 10 the Howard
mission, with its crowd of friendless boys
| picked up from the streets and saying:
"If you have n crippled boy, give him TO
me. My dear boy died with the spinal
complaint And such u one she found
and took him home and nursed him till
he was well. IL would take n 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 genuflcxion and sacred
noise. You have been SO long looking at
| the hand Of cruelty, and the hand of theft
and the hand of fraud, and the hand OF
outrage that you have not sufficiently ap-
prcciated the hand of help stretched forth
from the doors and windows Of churches
and from mcrciful Institutions, the Christ
like hand, the cherubic hand 1.-THE hand
under the wings"
Bound For the Palace.
There Is also in my subject the sugges-
tion of rewarded work for God and right
cousncss When the wing went, the hand
went. When the wing asccndcd, the hand
assembled, and for every useful and Chris
tian hand there will he elevation celestial
and eternal. Expect no human gratitude
| for it will not come. That was n wise
thing Fcnclon wrote to his friend: ''I 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 ask little of
men In general. Itry to do much for them
and to expect nothing In return. l find
decided advantage In these terms. On
these terms defy them to disappoint me-. "
| But, my hearers, the day cometh when
your work, which perhaps no one has no.
| ticcd or rewarded or honorcd, will rise 10
| heavenly recognition. While have been
telling you that the hand was under the
wing of the chcrubim want you to real
| ize that the wing was over the hand. Per
haps reward mny not come to you right
away. Washington lost more battles than
he won, but he triumphcd at the last
Walter Scott I'm boyhood was called the
"Grcck Blockhcad, " but what height of re-
nown did hc n 1t aftcrward tread: And /
promise you victory further on and highc
up, IL not in this world, then in the next.
Oh. the heavenly day when your lifted
hand shall he gloved with what honors,
its fingers cnringed with what jewels, its
wrist claspcd with what splcndors Come
up and take it, you Christian woman who
served ut the washtub. Come up and take
! 1t. you Christian shoemaker who pounded
tho shoe last. Come up and take ii, you
professional nurse whose compensation
never fully paid for broken nights and
the whims and struggles of dclirious sick
rooms. Come up and take it, you flrcmcn,
chincry of ocean steamers and We conduct
ors and engineers on railroads that knew
no Sunday and whose ringing bells and
| loud whistle never warned off your own
| anxictics.
Come up and take 1t, you mothers, who
rocked and mllabicd 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 IL was
"a beautiful hand, well rounded, so
| graceful that many admired and culogized
| IL, but hard work callouscd it and twisted
| 1t, and self sacrificing toll for Others palcd
| it, and many household gricfs thinncd it,
and the ring which went ON only with
push at the marriage altar now is too
large and falls of, and again and again
! you have lost it. Poor hand! Weary
hand, Wornout hand But God will
| reconstruct it, rcanmatc 1t, rcadorn il.
and all heaven will know the story Of that
hand. What fallen ones 1t lifted up! What
tears il wiped away What wounds it
bandagcd. What lighthouses it kindletl.
What storm tossed ships il brought into
the pearl bcachcd harborl oh, / am So
glad that in the vision Of my text Ezekiel
saw the wing above the hand. Roll on
misunderstood and suffering and weary
children Of God, and know right well that
To join your hand, at last emancipa;cd
from the struggle, will be the soft hand,
the gentle hand, the triumphant hand Of
him who wipcth away all tears from all
faces. That will b. the palace of the King
of which the poet sang in Scotch dialect:
IT'S bonnie, bonnie warl that we're livin
in the moo.
An sunny is the Ian aftcu traivcl thro'.
But in vain look for something TO which
oor hearts can cling,
For its beauty is as nacthing to the palace
o the King.
We see oor frien'a await rs over yondcr at his
gate.
Then let us n bc ready for. yc ken, it's gct;in
late.
Let lamps ba BRIGHTLY burnin: lets raise
oor voice an sing.
Soon We'll meet. ~ part nae mair, i the palace
o. the King
The ChinchIlla.