The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1898-09-15
BENTON. LOUISIANA, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 15 1898

| OF the vortex Of destruction simply by
the thread of needle, red with their
own hearts blood, who little while
ago had, by father and husband, left
them competency! What is the
matter? The administrators or the
executors have sacrificed it-running
risks with it that they would not have
dared to encounter in their own private
affairs
Oh! is it not high time that we preach h
the morals of the Gospel? MIR. Froudc,
the celebrated historian, has written
OF his own country these remarkable
words: 'From the great house in the
city OF London to the village grocer,
the commercial life of England has
been saturated with fraud. So deep
has it gone that a strictly honest
tradesman can hardly hold his
ground against competition. You
can no longer trust that any
article you buy is the thing
| which it pretcnds to be. We have false
weights, false measures, cheating and
shoddy everywhere. And yet the clergy
have seen all this grow up in absolute
indifference. Many hundreds of ser.
mons have heard in England on the
Divine mission Of the clergy. OF
bishops, and on justification, and the
theory of good works, and verbal in
spiration, and the efficacy Of the sacra-
ments; but, during all these 80 won
derful years, never one that l can
recollect on common honesty"
Now, that may be an exaggerated
statement OF things in England, but
am very certain that in all parts of the
earth we need to preach the moralities
Of the Gospel right along beside the
faith Of the Gospel.
My nearer, what are you doing with
that fraudulent document in YOUR
pocket? My other hearer, how are you
getting along with that wicked scheme
you have now on foot? Is that a
pool ticket you have in your
pocket? Why, o young man, were
You last night practiciny in copying
your employers signature? Where
were you last night? Are your habits
as good as when you left your fathers
house? You had a Christian ancestry,
and you have had too many PRAYERS
spent on you to go overtoard Dr.
Livingstone, the famous explorer, was
descended from the Highlanders, and
he said that one of his ancestors.
one of the Highlanders, one day
called his family around him. The
highlander was dying; he had his chill
dren around his deathbed He said:
Now, my lads. l have looked all
through our history as far back as
can find it, and have never found a
dishonest man in all the line, and
want you to understand you inherit
good blood. You have no excuse for
doing wrong. My lads, be honest"
All, my friends, be honest before
God, be honest before your fellow men,
be honest before your soul If there be
those who have wandered away, come
back, come home, come now. one and
all, come into the kingdom of God.
am glad some one has set to music
that scene in August, 1881, when a
young girl saved from death a whole
rail train of passengers. Some of you
remember that out west in that wear
on stormy night a hurricane blew
down part of a railroad bridge A
freight train came along, and it
crashed into the ruin, and the
engineer and conductor perished.
The was girl living in her fa-
theirs cabin, near the disaster, and
she heard the crash of the freight
train, nnd she knew that in few mo-
ments an express was due. She
lighted lantern and clambered up on
the one beams of the wrecked bridge on
to the main bridge, which was trestle-
work, and started to Gloss amid the
thunder and the lightning of the tenn
pest, and the raging of the torrent be
meath. One misstep and it would
have been death. Amid all that
horror the lanterns went out.
Crawling sometimes, and sometimes
walking over the slippery rails, and
over the trestle:vork, she came to the
other side Of the river. She wanted to
get to the telegraph station. where the
express train did not stop, where the
danger might be telegraphed to the
station where the train did stop. The
train was due in Il few minutes She
was one mile off from the telegraph
station but fortunately the tram was
late. With cut and bruised feet
she flew like the wind Com
ing up to the telegraph sta
ton, painting with almost deadly
exhaustion, she had only strength to
shout: The bridge is down." when
she dropped unconscious, and could
hardly be esuscitated. The message
was sent from that station to the next
station, and the train was halted, and
that night that brave girl saved the
lives of hundreds of passengers, and
saved many homes from desolation
But every street is a track, and every
style of business is a track, and every
day is track, and every night is
track, and multitudes under the power
of temptation come sweeping on and
sweeping down toward perils raging
and terrific. God help us to 20 out
and stop the train! Let us throw some
signal. Let us give some warning. BY
the throne Of God let us flash some
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