Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-01-29

Last evening, President Raymond, of the
second lecture in his series, "A Group of
Social Philosophers at the high school,
The auditorium was filled with literary
people OF the city, and others who have
become interested in DR.. Raymond's lee
lures. He spoke on Charles Kingsley
and Christian Socialism"
The speaker placed Kingsley among our
great philanthropists. Kingsley was the
champion of the English laboring man,
and all his life long he labored to elevate
and relieve the workingmen of England
he then gave an account of Kingsley S
life. When he was a boy of eleven, his
father, a country clergyman, removed to
q parish on the Cornish coast. Here
Kingsley came into close contact with
the life of the people. Christianity be-
came a practical thing. The central tenet
in Kingsley's creed throughout his life
was genuineness, sincerity, hatred of by
pocrisy. This was the essence of his
hereditary endowment and his early en-
vironment When mere baby, only four
years DID, having committed some childish
misdemeanor and brought upon himself
The reproof of his mother his tears elicit
ed from the housemaid the usual words
ca comfort but the child exclaimed indig
nantly. Don't cant, Elizabeth; don't
cant! This continued to be the spirit of
the man throughout his life.
During Kingsley's life on the Cornish
coast he learned to sympathize with the
Tfisherfolk. 1t is no wonder that from bis
pen in after years we should have that
saddest and truest of all ballads. 1.-The
Three Fishers in whose refrain lies all
the misery of those who toll from year TO
year for just enough to keep soul and
body together, and then perhaps the an
CRY sea ends it all!
For men must work and women must
weep,
And the sooner it's over the sooner to
Sleep
And goodbye to the bar and it's moaning
When a lad of thirteen at school near
Bristol, Kingsley witnessed the Bristol
riots. The terrible scenes of bloodshed
and pillage were indelibly stamped upon
he boys mind, and brought him face to
ace with facts which gave him, he assert
4 in after years, his first 1esslon in social
cience.
When his college course at Cambridge
7as over, we see Kingsley installed as
urate of the little country parish of
eversley. He was soon called to a better
racy, and before his year was out re-
med to Eversley, no longer as curate,
1T as rector called back by the efforts
the parishioners themselves, who,
lgh and ignorant as they were, appre-
ted and loved him more than he guess
rk he had already done.
his practical work as a.
. ITff 'socisll TeGarner.a AS by instinct,
o.. Fred into the lives of the simple
xAi great aim being to elevate their
moIidtonous existence into something
higher and better. He swung the fail
with the threshers in the barn, turned his
swath with the best of the mowers in
the meadow, and discussed hedging and
ditching with the laborer He was hail
fellow welr met with every one in the
parish. Even the poachers were not
afraid to talk confidentialiy with the par
son, who, they knew, would not be too
hard on them. Sympathy and friendship
and encouragement he had for one and all
--reproof seldom or never. do as you
would be done by said Kingsley, I'm
stead of reproving and fault-finding, en-
courage. In Gods name, encourage"
Goldsmith's description of the village
preacher, in his Deserted Village invol-
unfairly comes to mind as we think of
Kingsley in his min.strations to the poor
and lowly. Like Goldsmith's parson,
HE quite forgot their vices in their Woe
Careless their merits or their faults to
scan,
His pity gave ere charity began.
No wonder that his sympathy acted like
a charm on those who at first cared little
for his spiritua ~<chings. They knew he
loved thenpthat ne was solicitous for
their welfare, and they were drawn to the
little \Murch by that very fact. The or
gaH jon of a library, of a school, of
r men and women. were potent
that Kingsley's gospel was, as
med it. The real thing
aggregation was made up of all
poachers and gypsies no less than
and laborers. There was no can't
Pcrisy, no gloss, no false dignity