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thropy. nor do forget there are thou
sands of people great deal better than
they seem. but do not think any man
is prepared for the conflict of this life
until he knows this particular peril.
Ehnd comes pretending to pay his tax
to King Eglon. and while he stands in
front of the king stabs him through
with dagger until the haft went in
after the blade. Julas Isca1iot kissed
Christ.
Again, the street impresses me with
the fact that it is a great field for
Christian charity. There are hunger
and suffering and want and wretched-
ness in the country, but these evils
chiefly congregate in our great cities.
On every street crime prowls and
drunkenness staggers and shame
winks and pauperism thrusts out its
hand asking for aims Here want il
most squalid and hunger is most lean.
Christian man going along a street
in New York saw poor lad, ard he
stopped and said: "My boy. co you
know how to read and write?" The
the question twice and thrice: "Can
You read and write ?" and then the boy
answered with a tear FLASHING on the
back of his hand. He said, il def
ance: "No. sir; can't read nor write
neither. God. sir. don't want me to
read and write. Didn't He take away
father so long ago never remem Der to
have seen him. and haven't | had to go
along the streets to get something to
fetch home to eat for the folks, and
didn't I, as soon as l could carry a
basket, have to go out and pick up Gin
ders and never have no schooling, sir?
God don't want me to read, sir. Ican'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 to
despair. Let us go forth in the name
of the Lord Jesus 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 off some period rhetorically
we might be saving soul from death
and hiding multitude of sins. Oh.
Christian laymen, go out on this work
If you are not willing to go forth your
self. then give of your means, and if
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 stu
pidity and your neglect. Down to
work! Lift them up!
One cold winters day. as Christian
man was going along the Battery in
, New York. he saw little girl seated at
the gate, shivering in the cold. He said
to her: my child, what do you sit
there for this cold day?" ''Oh.'' she re-
replied, Il am waiting-I 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 you?" ''Oh," she said,
| my mother died last week. and l was
| crying very much, and she said. Don I
cry. Gear. Though am gone and your
fatheS is gone. the Lord will send some
body 20 take care of you.' My mother
never told lie. She said some one
would come and take care of me. and ]
am waiting for them to come" Oh. yes
theyare waiting for you. Men who have
money, men who have influence, mer
of churches. men of great hearts. gather
| them in, gather them in. 1t is not the
will of your Heavenly Father that one
of these little ones should perish.
Lastly. tie street impresses me Will
the fact that all the people are looking
forward. / see expectancy written or
almost every face I meet Where yol
find Thousand people walking straight
on. you only lind one man stopping anc
looking back. The fact is, God made II.
all to look ahead, because we are i'm
mortal. In this tramp of the multitud,
on the street / hear the tramp of
great host marching and marching fol
eternity. Beyond the Office. the store
the shop, the street, there is world
populous and tremendous. Through
Gods grace. may you reach that blessed
place. 4 great throng fills thos,
boulevards. and the streets are a-rusl
with the charicts of conquerors.
No plumed hearse rattles over tha
pavement. for they are never sick. Will
immortal health glowing in every vein
they know not how to die. Those tower
of strength. those palaces of beauty
CLEAN in the light of sun that neve
sets. Oh, Heaven, beautiful Heaven
| Heaven, where our friends are! The,
take no census in that city. for it is in
habited by ga multitude which no maj
can number" Rank above rank. Hos
above host. Gallery above CALLER,
sweepingall around the heavens. Thou
sands of thousands. millions of mil
lions. Blessed are they who enter il
through the gate into that city. OF
start for it to-day! Through the bloc
tos @bo oreaf Saerifipe of tho Son of Co