The semi-weekly messenger. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1897-1908, 1897-08-20

Aoulid iiiS ol a Soil0Ay evening III
Brooklyn, near your church, with about
So left of his small capital. Providence
seemed to lead him to you door. and
he determined to go in and hear you
He told me his going TO hear you that
night was undoubted the turning point
in his life, for when he went into your
church he felt desperate, but while
listening to our discourse his better
nature got the mastery. / truly believe
from what this young man told me that
your sounding the depths OF his heart
that night alone brought him back to
his God whom he was SO neal leaving"
A GREAT REALITY.
That is the echo of multitudes. 1 am
not preaching an abstraction, but a
great reality. o friendless young man,
hearted young man, discouraged young
man, wounded young man, 1 commend
to you Christ this day, the best friend
a man ever had He meets you this
morning. Despise not that emotion
rising in you soul; 1t is divinely lifted.
Look into the face of Christ. Lift one
prayer to your fathers God, to your
mothers God, and his morning get the
mothers God, and this morning
get the pardoning blessing. Now while 1
speak, you are at the forks of the road.
LIN llIS i LAG A6hN AooA, oA0 Nho AN
the wrong road, and I see you start on
the right road.
One Sabbath morning at the close Of
the service / saw a gold watch Of the
world renowned and deeply lamented
violinist Ole Bull. You remember he
died in his island home off the coast
of Norway. That gold watch he had
wound up day after day through his
last illness, and then he said to his
companion, Nov 1 want to wind this
watch as long as I can, and hen when
I am gone I want you to keep it wound
up until it goes to my friend, DR.. Dore-
mus, in New York, n then he will
keep it wound up until his life is done,
and then I want the watch to go to his
young son, my especial favorite."
The great musician who more than
any other artist had made the violin
speak, and sing, n weep, and laugh,
and t~riumph-for it seemed when he
drew the bow across the strings as if
all earth and heaven shivered in de-
lighted sympathy-the great musician,
in a room looking off upon The sea, n
surrounded by his favorite instruments
of music, closed his eyes in death.
While all the world was mourning at
his departure sixteen crowded steam
ers fell into line of funeral procession
to carry his body to the mainland.
There were $4,000 of his countrymen
gathered in an a~mphitheater Of the
hills waiting to hear the eulogium, n
was said when the great orator Of the
day with stentorian voice began to
speak the $1,000 people on the hillsides
burst into tears. Oh, that was the
close of a life that had done so much to
make the world happy! But 1 have
to tell you,y young man, if you live right
and die right, that was a tame scene
compared with that which will greet
you when from the galleries of heaven
the 144, 600 shall accord with Christ in
crying well done, thou good n
faithful s%ervant!" And the influences
that on earth you put in motion will
go down from generation to generation,
the influences o wound up handed
to your children, and their influences
wound up and handed to their children,
until watch and clock are no more
needed to mark the progress, because
time itself shall be no longer.