Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1895-04-25

man and tell how profiigate Newman
came. through conversion, to be a
world-renowned preacher of righteous
ness. Now is the time to tell that man
that multitudes who have been pounded
with all the fails of sin and dragged
through all the sewers of pollution, at
last have risen to positive dominion of
moral power
You do not tell him that, do you?
NO. You say to him: Loan you money?
No. You are down. You will have to go
to the dogs. Lend you dollar? would
not lend you five cents to keep you from
the gallows. You are debauchedi Get
out of my sight, now! Down; you will
have to stay down" And thus those
bruised and battered men are some
times accosted by those who ought to
lift them up. Thus the last vestige of
hope is taken from them, Thus those
who ought to go and lift and save them,
are guilty of stripping the slain.
The point 1 want to make is this:
sin is hard, cruel and merciless. In
stead of helping man up it helps him
down; and when, like Saul and his COM
rades, you lie on the field, 1t will come
and steal your sword and helmet and
shield, leaving you to the jackal and
the crow
But the world and Satan do not do
all their work with the outcast and
abandoned. A respectable impenitent
man comes to die. He is fiat on his
back He could not get up if the house
was on fire. Adroitest medical skill and
gentlest nursing have been a failure.
He has come to his last hour. What
does Satan do for such a man? Why,
he fetches up all the inapt, disagreed
BILE, and narrowing things in his life.
He says: do you remember those
chances you had for heaven, and missed
them? Do you remember all those
lapses in conduct? Do you remember
all those approbrious words and
thoughts and actions? Don't remem-
Der them, Ell? I'll make you remember
them" And then he takes all the past
and empties it on that death-bed, as
the mail-bags are emptied on the post
office floor. The man is sick. He can
not get away from them.
Then the man says to Satan: You
have deceived me. You told me that all
would be well. You said there would
be no trouble at the last. You told me
if did so and so, you would do so and
So Now you corner me, and hedge me
up, and submerge me in everything
evil f1d! nd. says Sdldl, L was
only fooling you. 1t is mirth for me to
see you suffer. I have been for thirty
years plotting to get you just where
you are. 1t is hard for you now-it will
be worse for you after awhile. 1t pleases
me. Lie still, sir. Don't finch or shud-
der. Come, now, will tear off from you
the last rag Of expectation. I will rend
away from your soul the last hope.
will leave you bare for the beating Of
the storm. Il is my business to strip
the SLAIN
While men are in robust health, and
their digestion is good, and their nerves
are strong, they think their physical
strength will get them safely through
the last exigency. They say it is only
cowardly women who are afraid at the
last, and cry out for God. wait till I
come to die. 1 will show you. You
won't hear me pray, nor call for a
minister, nor want a chapter read me
from the Bible" But after the man
has been three weeks in a sick-room
his nerves are not so steady, and his
worldly companions are not anywhere
near to cheer him up, and he is per-
suaded that he must quit life; his ply
steal courage is all gone.
the field, they stepped between the
corpses, and they rolled over the dead,
and they took away everything that
was valuable; and so it was with the
people that followed after the armies
at Charlottesville, and at Pittsburg
Landing, and at Stone River, and at
Atlanta, stripping the slain; but the
Northern and Southern women-God
bless them!-came on the fields with
basins, and pads, and towels, and lint,
and cordials, and Christian encourage
ment; and the poor fellows that lay
there lifted up their arms and said:
"Oh, how good that does feel since you
dressed it!' and others looked up and
said: ooh, how you make me think of
my mother" and others said Tell
the folks at home l died thinking about
Them" and another looked up and
said: Miss, won't you sing me a verse
Of Home, Sweet Home before l die?"
And then the tattoo was sounded, and
the hats were off, and the service was
read: 81 am the resurrection and the
life;" and in honor of the departed the
muskets were Loaded, and the command
given. "Present-fire!" And there was a
shingle set up at the head of the grave,
with the epitaph of Lieutenant - in
the Fourteenth Massachusetts Regu-
lars" or Captain - in the Fifteenth
Regiment of South Carolina Volun-
teers." And so now, across this great
field Of moral and spiritual battle, the
angels of God come walking among the
slain, and there are voices of comfort,
and voices Of hope, and voices of resur-
rection, and voices of heaven.
One night l saw a tragedy on the
corner of Broadway and Houston street
young man, evidently doubling as
to which direction he had better take,
his hat lifted high enough so that you
could see he had an intelligent forehead,
stout chest; he had a robust develop
ment. Splendid young man, cultured
young man. Honored young man.
Why did he stop there while so many
were going up and down? The fact is,
that every man has a good angel and
bad angel contending for the mastery of
his spirit, and there was a good angel
and bad angel struggling with that
young mans soul at the corner of
Broadway and Houston. street, "Come
with me-" said the good angel; II will
take you home; 1 will spread my wings
over your pillow; 1 will lovingly escort
you all through life under supernatural