The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1899-08-19

writer's statement that the thing
of which he writes, and thus far has
taken my time, lis simply indescrib-
able, " ''indescribably grand" and
''indescribably this or that. P" Why
then, should he mention it at all,
only to give the reader the sensa-
tion of biting pebble in cake? l
tried to describe an electric foun-
tain display and | will try this. To
inc it seems that DR.. Hills is to
other great preachers what Shaks-
peare is to other great writer's
great as they, and in that which
makes him different, greater.
Samuel Johnson has grandeur and
pomp of eloquence; sonorous and
felicitous infiations. Dryden is
broad and deep and majestic. Lord
Macaulay carries the reader along
with ease, and purity, and grace,
and force, and point. Shakespeare
is all that, and as distinctly more as
the passage of ships differs from the
progress of noble steeds. So other
great preachers are learned, DR..
Hills is gnomic; other preachers
are powerful, he is comprehensive,
faving the equipment to distil the
achievements of all the past and
present into new forms of truth, in.
new and startling degrees. In days
of heroic requirements, he could not
fill the place Beecher did, but in our
day of peaceful searching for light
to settle sociological problems he
possesses genius that does not run
wild with its own power. opine
he will prove to our generation what
Beecher did to his, not hero, but
an explorer, not an idol but
watchman, and such now is Ameri-
cas- need. His text that morning
was Psa 90:4: For thousand
years in thy sight are but as yester-
day when it is past. >" He showed
how God puts centuries into every
perfected thing concerning human
good, and that therefore men should
work with God-like patience. The
outline of his sermon did not appear
on the surface, nor does it in our
Lord 5 sermon on the mount. He
read without striving for oratorical
effects, but the clear strain Of his
illuminating thoughts enchained
every soul. His sentences were
pearls of wisdom, not thrown in
pile, but strung upon cord that
hearers could entwine about their
memory to the enduring adornment
OF their souls.
In the evening I sought DR.. Park
hurst S church in New York, but
was sorely disappointed in not see
ing and hearing that modern Elijah.
Like me, he, too, had gone on q va
cation.
And now, dear reader Gf there is
anyone patient enough to have fol-
lowed these sketches SO farJ am con
strained to say good bye as to "A
Delightful Trip. | am sure | have
trespassed upon your time and the
editor $ forbearancc. When he
asked me for these notes | said |
thought they would run through
two issues, but not more than three;
This is the sixth week, and ii the
same treatment is given to the re-
mainder of my trip, it would take
six issues more. To the praise OF
the editor | must say he has not so
much as hinted at WEAKNESS, but it
must be that for some time he has
INDUCED the secret hope that
would use discretion an stop of my
own accord. So now L will close
with bare schedule of my trip af
ter this Sunday.
Central Park, N. Y, Fifth ave,
Grants S tomb, Methodist deaconess
home. Chinatown and its Josh house,
Baptist mission, and grocery store
episode. Long Branch, Asbury
Park, Ocean Grove, through the
"Narrows, y up the picturesque
Shrewsbury, shopping at Wanna
maker and SeigelCooper small
world S fairs. Then to Washington,
d. c., thoroughly doing most of it
and seeing all of it; spending day
on the Potomac and visiting Mt.
Vernon and Washington home,
going through the mansion, room by
room, and all the premises.
Then home via Niagara Falls and
Detroit, stopping "a day at Manis-
tique, our former home, where |
found wife and son, and met many
old friends. 1t was indeed de-
lightful trip. Recalling it is a con.
tinual pleasure to me, and | have
enjoyed writing these notes, and
when attempting to put it in order
have been perplexed more at what
to leave out than what to mention.
But, though | saw many noble and
delightful scenes, made SO by art
and time, / yet found no lovelier
soot than the shores of Keweenaw
Bay. JOHN NJ. SHANK.