The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1897-11-19

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they stand with the ferOcity of a wild
beast which. pursued until it can run
no longer. turns round, foaming and
bleeding, to fight the hounds.
There is another layer of poverty
and destitution, not SO squalid, but al
most as helpless. You hear their in
cessant wailing for bread and clothes
and fire. Their eyes are sunlzen. Their
! cheekabones stand out Their hands
are damp with slow consumption.
Their flesh is puffed up with
| dropsies. Their breath is like
that of a charnel house. They hear
the roar of the wheels of fashion over
head, and the laughter of men and
maidens. and wonder why God gave
others so much and them SO little.
| Some of them thrust into an infidelity
| like that of the poor German girl, who,
when told in the midst of her wretch
edness that God was good, she said:
No; no good God. Just look at me.
No good God.
In these American cities, whose cry
OF want interpret, there are hundreds
and thousands of honest poor who are
dependent upon individual city and
state charities. If all their voices
could come up at once, it would be a
groan that would shake the founda-
tions of the city, and bring all earth
and Heaven to the rescue. But, for the
most part, it suffers unexpressed.
1t sits in silence, gnashing its
teeth and sucking the blood
of its own arteries, waiting
for the judgment day. Oh, should
not wonder if on that day it would be
found out that some of US had some
things that belonged to them; some
extra garment which might have made
them comfortable on cold days; some
bread thrust into the ash barrel that
might have appeased their hunger for
little while; some wasted candle or
gas jet that might have kindled
up their darkness; some fresco
on the ceiling that would
have given them roof; some
jewel which, brought to that orphan
girl in time, might have kept her from
being crowded off the precipices of an
unclean life; some New Testament that
would have told them of Him who
came to seek and to save that which
and hunger and nakedneSs that dashes
against our front doorstep; L wonder
ii you hear it and see as much as hear
it and see it, L have been almost fren-
zied with the perpetual cry for help
from all classes and from all nations,
knocking, knocking, ringing ringing. If
the roofs of all the houses of destitu-
tion could be lifted SO we could look
down into them just as God looks,
whose nerves would be strong enough
to stand it9 And yet there they are.
The sewing women, some of them in
hunger and cold, working night after
night, until sometimes the blood spurts
from nostril and lip. How well
their grief was voiced by that
despairing woman who stood by
her invalid husband and invalid
child, and said to the city mis-
sionary: Il am downhear ted. Ev-
erything's against US; and then there
are other things" What other
things?" said the city missionary.
"Oh," she replied, my SIM" What
do you mean by that?" We'll" she
she, Il never hear or see anything
good. It's work from Monday
morning TO Saturday night, and
then when Sunday comes can't
go out, and | walk the floor,
and it makes me tremble to think that
have got TO meet God. Oh, sir; it's so
hard for US. We have to work so, and
then we are getting along SO poorly,
and see this wee little thing growing
weaker and weaker; aad then to think
we are getting no nearer to God, but
floating away from Him-oh, sir, l do
wish was ready to die!'
l want you to know who are the up
roofing classes of society. l want you
to be more discriminating in your char
tiles. want your hearts open with
generosity, and your hands open with
charity. L want you to be made the
sworn friends of all city evangeIi "a
ton, and all newsboys' lodging
houses, and all children's aid societ ties.
Aye, want you to send the Dorcas So
ciety all the cast-off clothing, that,
under the skillful manipulation of the
wives and mothers snd sisters and
daughters, these garments may be
fitted on the cold, bare feet, and on the
shivering limbs of the destitute.
0AOAAb hOb hOAOCI IL Illdb 11dS y OQ give
should come back a jeweled coro-
net, or that garment thatyou this week
hand out from your wardrobe should
mysteriOusly be whitened, and some
how wrought into the Saviour's own
robe, SO in the last day He would run
His hand over itand say: Il was naked
and We clothed me-" That would be
putting your garments toglorious uses.
Besides all this, want you to ap-
preciate IN the contrast how very
kindly God has dealt with you in your
comfortable homes, at your welt-tilIed
tables, and at the warm registers, and
to have you look at the round faces of
your children, and then at the review
of Gods goodness to you, go to
your room, and lock the door,
and kneel down and say: 20
Lord have been an migrate;
make me Thy child. 0 Lord, there are
SO many hungry and unclad and un-
sheltered to-day. L thank Thee that
all my life Thou hast taken such
good care of me. o Lord there
are SO many sick and crippled chill.
dren to-day. thank Thee mine are
well, some of them on earth, some of
them in Heaven. Thy goodness, o
Lord, breaks me down. Take me once
and forever. Sprinkled as l was many
years ago while at the altar. while my
mother held me, now l consecrate my
soul to Thee in holier baptism of re-
penting tears.
For sinners, Lord, Thou cam'st to bleed,
And I'm sinner vile indeed;
Lord. believe Thy grace is free;
o magnify that grace in mel
Mistakes.