The Penn's Grove record., 1899-03-24

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distributed some of the brightest of them
will be given to those men who we're faith
full to God and faithful to the souls OF
others amid the marts Of business, provi.
themselves the heroes of the street.
Mighty were their temptations, mighty was
their deliverance and mighty shall be thei!
triumph.
Again, the street impresses me with the
fact that life is full of pretentton'and sham.
What subterfuge, what double dealing,
what two facednessl Do all people who
wish you good morning really hope you a
happy day? Do all the people who shake
hands love each other2 Are all those anxl-
Gus about your health who inquire con-
corning it2 Do all want to see yon who
ask you to call? Does all the world know
half as much as 1t prete1ds to know2 Is
there not many a wretched stock OF goods
with d brilliant show2 Passing up and
down the streets to your business and your
work, are you not impressed with the fact
that society is hollow and that that there
are subterfuges and pretensions2 Oh,
how many there are who swaggei
natural and walk! While tops simpei
and fools ehuckle and simpletons gi2gle,
how few people are natural and laugh
The courtesan and the liberttne go down
the street in beautiful apparel, while within
the heart there are volcanoes of passion
consuming their life away. I say these
things not to create in you ~incredulity or
misanthropy, nor do forget there are
thousands of people q great deal better
than they seem, but I DO not think any
man is prepared for the conflict OF this life
until he knows this particular peril. Ehud
comes pretending to pay his tax to King
Eglon, and, while he stands In front Of the
king; stahs him through with d dagger IN
til the haft went In aftef the blade. Juda
I~scariot kissed Christ.
Again, the street impresses me with the
fact that 1t is a great field for Christian
charity. There are hunger and suffering,
and want and wretchedness n the coun-
try, but these evils chiefly eongregate Id
our great cities. On every street crime
prowls, and drunkenness staggers; and
shame wlnks, and pauperism thrusts out
its hand asking for aims. Here what is
most squalid and hunger is most lean. a
Christian man, going along a street in New
York, saw a poor lad and he stopped
and, said, MY boy, do you know how to
read and writer" The boy made no an
swer. The man asked the question twice
and thrice. Can you read and writer"
And then the boy answered, with a teal
piashing on the back Of his hand. He said
in defiance: mo, sir, don't read nor write,
neither. God, sir, don't want me to read
and write. Didn't he take away my father
so long ago l never remember to have seen
him? And haven't l had to go along the
streets to get something to fetch home to
eat for the folks? And didn'tI, as soon as
l could carry a basket, have to so out and
pick up oinders and never have no school.
ing, sir2 God don't want me- to read, sir.
l can't read nor write, neither" Oh. these
poor wanderers They have no chance,
Born in degradation, as they get up from
their hands and knees to walk, they take
their first step on the road OF despair. Let
us go forth in the name Of the Lord Jesns
Christ to rescue them. Let us ministers not
be afraid of soiling our black clothes while
we go down on that mission. While we
are tying an elaborate knot In our cravat
or while we are in the study rounding of
some period ~rhetorically We might be saw.
ing a soul from death and hiding a multi
tude of sins. o Christian laymen, go out on
this work! II you are not willing to go
forth yourself, then give OF your means
and IL you are too lazy TO go, and II you
are too stingy to help then get out Of the
way and hide yourself in the dens and
caves of the earth, lest, when Christ's
chariot comes along the horses hoofs
trample YOU into the mire. Beware lest
the thousands of the destitute of your city
in the last great day rise up and curse
your stupidity and your neglect. Down to
work. Lift them up.
One cold winters day, as a Christian
man was going diOnS tuo btttVly IL NoW
York, he saw a little girl seated Mt the gate,
shivering in the cold. He said to hert
my child. what do you sit there for, this
cold day7' ''Oh," she replied, II am
waiting for somebody to come and take
care Of me- why said the man,
what makes you think anybody will come
and take care of your" "Oh," she said,
my mother died last week, and l was cry
ing very much, and she said: Don't cry,
dear, though l am gone and your father is
gone, the Lord will send somebody to take
ere Of you.' My mother never told a lie;
she said some one would come n take
care of me, md 1 am waiting for them to
come" Oh, yes, they are waiting for
you. Men who have money, men who
have influence, men OF Churches, men OF
great hearts, gather them in, gather them
H.. 1t is not the will of your Heavenly
Father that one of these little ones should
perish.
Lastly. the street impresses me with the
fact that all the people are looking Tor
ward. / see expectancy written on almost
every face l meet. Where you IND a thou
sand people walking straight on, you only
find one stopping and looking BACK. Inc
cause we are immortal, In this tramp OF
the multitude on the streets l hear the
tramp of a great host, marching and
marching for eternity. Beyond the office,
the store, the shop, the street, there Is a
world. popuIous and tremendous. Through
Gods grace. may you reach that blessed
place. A great throng fills those bouie'
wards, and the streets are arush with
the chariots of conquerors. The inhab-
itants go up and down. but they never
weep and the never toll. A river nows
through that city, with rounded ana lux
urious banks, and the trees OF lie, laden
with everlasting fruitage, pend their
branches into the crystal.
No plumsd hearse rattles over that pave
ment, for they are never sick. With i'm
mortal health glowing in every vein, they
know not how to die. Those towers of
strength. those palaces of beauty, CLEAN
in the light of a sun that never sets. oh,
heaven, beautiful heavenl Heaven,
where our friends arel The take no
census in thai city, for 1t is fnhab-
tied by ga multitude which no man
can number" Rank above rank.
Host above host. Gallery above gallery,
sweeping all around the heavens. Thou
of thousands. Millions OF millions.
Blessed are they who enter in through the
gate into that city. Oh, start for 1t to-
dayI Through the blood OF the great
sacrifice OF the Son of God take up your
march to heaven. "'The spirit and the
bride say, Come, and, whosoever will, let
him come and take the water OF lie freely"
Join his great throng marching heaven-
ward. All the ioors OF invitation are
open. "And / saw twelve gates, n the
twelve gates were twelve pearls