Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1898-08-08

account of public creditors waiting to
demand what is due to them" Yet at
;he very time the French peasantry
were bringing their valuables to him to
keep. A celebrated writer says of the
transaction: Nothing can be grander
Or more nobly original than this admis-
sion. This old soldier, after 80 years
service, this iron man and victorious
general, established in an enemy's coun-
cry at the head of an immense army, is
afraid of his creditors This is kind
of fear that has seldom troubled con-
querors and invaders, and doubt if the
annals of war present anything compar
able to it's sublime simplicity
Dishonesty In Trade.
Oh, is it not high time that we preach
the morals of the gospel right beside the
faith of the gospel? Mr.. Froude, the
celebrated English historian, has writ
ten of his own country these remarka-
BILE 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 COM
petition. You can no longer trust that
any article you buy is the thing which
it pretends to be- We have false weights,
false measures, cheating and shoddy ev-
erywhere. And yet the clergy have seen
all this grow up in absolute indiffer-
ence. Many hundreds of sermons have /
heard in England on the divine mission
Of the clergy, on bishops and on justifi-
cation, and the theory Of good works
and verbal inspiration, and the efficacy
of the sacraments but during all these
80 wonderful years never one that /
can recolIect on common honesty"
Now, that may be an exaggerated
statement of things in England, but I
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 peck
ct? My other nearer, how are you get
ting along with that wicked scheme
you have now on foot? Is that "pooI
ticket you have in your pocket? Why,
o young man, were you last night prac-
ticing in copying your employers sig
nature? Where were you last night?
Are your habits as good as when you
left your fathers house? You had a
Christian ancestry perhaps, and you
have had too many prayers spent on you
to go overheard. DR.. Livingstone, the
famous explorer, was descended from
the highlanders, and he said that one
of his ancestors one of the highland
ers, one day called his family around
him. The highlander was dying; he
had his children around his deathbed.
He said: CHOW, my lads, have looked
all through our history as far back as
can find it, and 1 want you to under
stand you inherit good blood. You have
no excuse for doing wrong My lads,
be honest
BE Honest Before God.
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.
I am glad some one has set to muric
that scene in August, 1881, when
young girl saved from death whole
rail train sOf passengers. Some of you
remember that out west in that year on
q 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
persisted. There was a girl living in
her fathers cabin, near the disaster,
and she heard the crash of the freight
train, and she knew that in few mo-
ments an express was due. She lighted
a lantern and clambered up on the one
beam of the wrecked bridge on to the
main bridge, which was trestlework
and started to cross amid the thunder
and the lightning of the tempest and
the raging Of the torrent beneath. One
misstep and it would have been death.
Amid all that horror the lantern went
out. Crawling sometimes and sometimes
walking over the slippery rails and over
the trestlework she came to the Othef
side of the river. She wanted to get to
the telegraph station where the express
train did not stop, SO that the danger
might be telegraphed to the station
where the train did stop. The train was
due in a few minutes. She was one
mile off from the telegraph station, but
fortunately the train was late. With
cut and bruised feet she flew like the
wind Coming up to the telegraph sta
ton, painting with almost deadly ex-
haustion, she had only strength to
shout, "The bridge is DOWN. when
she dropped unconscious and could
hardly be resuscitated. The message
was sent from that station to the next
station and the train halted, and that
night that brave girl saved the lives Of
hundreds of passengers and saved many
homes from desolation. But every
street is track, and every style of
business is track. and every day is
track, and every night is track, and