Owingsville outlook. [volume] (Owingsville, Ky.) 1879-192?, 1899-03-23
ON THE CITY STREETS
The Contrasts of Splendor and Woe
Seen Upon Them.
Dr. Tnimngr Says They Are Unlike
the Democratic Guspei ot Christ
Their >hnms. Prrtrpsions and
Temptations.

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| Ia, lived the most of his life in cities.
draws practical lu"sor> from his own
observations; text. Proverbs l.2o:
| Wisdom cricrh without. She utter,th
| her voice ia the sheets.
We are an ready to listen Ia the
voices of nature the Voices of the
| mountain. the Voices of the sea, the
| voices of the storm. the voices of the
| star A. in some of the cathedrals in
| Europe there j. an organ at either end
| of the hu'lGiug. aud the one instrument
| rcspou,a, mu>icallN to the other. - in
| the great cathedral of nature day re-
| Spoud> Ia daA. and night Ia night, and
| flower "a flower. and star Ia star in
| the great haTmonir~ of the universe.
| The >princtimr - an evangelist in bios
| SONS preaching al God'> love, and the
winter j. a prophet -whiie-hrardcd-
| dcuuuuciuE Woe against our sins. We
are all ready to listen Ia the voices of
nature. But how few of ~ learn any
| thing from the Voices of the noisy and
| dusty street. You go 10 your mech
| anism. and To Your work. and To YOUR
| merchandise. and You come back again
| and often with how different a heart
You pass through the streets. Are
| there no things for H. to learn from
| those paNrmcnts over which we pass?
| Are there no tufts Of truth growing up
| between these robblcStoueS, beaten
with the feet of toll aud pain and pleas
ure. the slow tread of old age and the
quick step of childhood? Aye there
| are great harrr>ts Ia he rcaped. aud
| now thrust in he sickle because the
| harvest j. ripe. Wisdom crieth with
out. She uttrrrrh her voice in the
| streets"
In the first place. the street impresses
me with the facI that this life il
scene of toll and struggle. by ten
o'clock every day the city j., Earring
with wheels and shut'ling with feet and
hummiug with voices and covered with
| the breath of >mokestacks and a-rush
with traiiicker>. Once in awhile YOU
! find man going along with folded
arms and with lri>urclN step. a. though
| he had nothing To DO. hut. for he most
| part. az YOU find men going down these
| streets on the way Ia business. there
| j. anxiety on their faces a. though
| they had some errand which must be
executed AT the first possible moment
You are iostlcd by those who have bar
gains to make and notes to sell. Up
| this ladder with "a hod of bricks. OUT
of this bank with a roll of bills. on this
dray with load of goods. digging IL
cellar, or Singing IA roof. or shoeinc
horse. or building a wall. or mending
u watch. or binding book Industry.
with her thousand arms and thousand
eyes and thousand feet. goes on singing
her song of work. work. work. while
the mills drum il and the steam
whistles fife il. All this is not because
men love TO toll. Some one remarked:
Every man is as lazy as he can afford
To be" But il is because necessity
with stern brow and with uplfird whip
stands over you. ready whenever YOU
relax your toll TO make your shoulders
sting with the lash.
Can il be that passing up and down
those streets on your way 10 work and
business you do not learn anything al
the worlds toll and anxiety and strug-
gle? or. how many dropping hearts.
how many eyes on the watch. how.
many miles travelled. how many bur
dens carried. how many losses su,
fered. how many battles fought. no
many victories gained. how many g.
aspirations endured--what losses wha
hunger. what wretchedness, what pa
lor what disease, what agony. what de
spair, Sometimes | have stopped al
the corner of the street as the multi
tudes went hither and yon. and it has
seemed to he a great pantomime. and IA
looked upon il my heart broke. This
great tide of human life that goes
down the street is a rapid tossed and
turned aside and dashed ahead and
driven back-beautiful in its confusion
| and confused in it's beauty. In the ear
peted aisleS of the forest. in the WOODS
from which the eternal shadow isne,er
lifted. on the shore of the sea over
whose iron coast losses the tangled
foam sprinkling the cracked cliffs with
baptism of whirlwind and tempest.
is the best place to study God. but in
the rushing, swarming. raying street
il the best place to study man.
Going down to your place of business
and coming home again ] charge you
to look about-see these signs of power
~. of wretchednrss. of hunger, of sin.
of bereavement 49, and as you go
through the streets and come back
through the streets. gather up in the
arms of your prayer all the sorrow, all
the losses. all the sutferings. all the be-
reayements of those whom you pass
and present them in PRAYER before an
all sympathetic God. In the great day
of eternity there will he thousands of
persons with whom you in this world
never exchanged one word who will
rise up and call you blessed. and there
will tbe a thousand fingers pointed at
you in Heaven. sayinp: That H. the
man. that is the Woman. who helped
me when | was hungry and sick and
wandering and lost and heartbroken.
That is the man, that is the woman"
And the blessing will come down upon
You ~ Christ shall say: Il was hun
CRY. and We fed me; | was naked. and
We clothed me; / was sick and in pris-
on. and We visited me. Inasmuch as We
did il to these poor waits of the street,
We did il To me.
Again. the street impresses me with
the fact that all classes and conditions
of society must commingle. We some
times culture a wicked eNclusiveness.
Intellect despises ignorance. Refine.
ment will have nothing to do with
booris hnesS. Gloves hate the linburned
hand. and the high forehead despises
the fiat head. and the trim hedgerow
will have nothing to do with the wild
copsewood. and Athens hates Naz-
areth. This ought not so TO be. The
astronomer must come down from his
starry revelry and help US in our navi-
cation. The surgeon must come away
from his study of the human organ
ism and set our broken bones. The
chemist must come away from his lab
oratOry. where he has been studying
analysis and synthesis. and help us to
understand the nature of the soils.
bless God that all classes of people are
compelled to meet on the street. The
glittering coach wheel clashes against
the sca,engers cart. Fine rubCs run
against the peddlers pack. Robust
health meets wan sickness. Honesty