Connecticut western news., 1899-03-23
LIEEIN GREAT CITIES
DR. TALMAoE TELLS OF ITS SPLEEN
 DOR AND ITS WOE.

f1l and Helpful Lessons From HIS
 owa Dissertations = The Voice of
 the Streets.
 gCopyright. 1893. by American Press Asso-
 ciation.1
 WASHINGTON, March 18.-Tn this dis course Dr. Talmage who has lived the most of his life in cities. draws prac- tical lessons from his own observation; text, Proverbs i. 20, Wisdom crieth without: ahe uttereth her voice in the streeta
 We. are all ready to listen to the voices of nature-the voices of the mountain. the voices of the sea. the voices of the storm. the voices of the star As in some of the cathedrals in Europe there is an organ at either end of the building. and the one instrument responds musically to the other. So in the great cathedral of nature day responds tc day and night to night and flower to flower and star to star in the great har- monies of the universe The springtiime ' m evangelist in blossoms preaching of Gods love. and the winter is 8 prophet white bearded 4- denouncing woe seninst our sina We are all ready to tstsn to the voices of nature, but how tow of us learn anything, from the voaces of the noisy and dusty street You go to your mechanism and to your work and to your merchandise. and you come back again. and often with how different a heart you pass through the stfeets Are there no things for us to learn from these pavements over which we passf Are there no tufts of truth growing up between these cobblestones. beaten with the feet of toll and pain and pleasure. the slow tread of old age and the quick step of childhoodr Aye, there are great harvests 10 be reaped. and. now thrust in the sickle because the harvest is, ripe. Wisdom crieth without: shs uttereth her voice in the streets. rsfa ts yaw s''.9iF
 In the first place, the street impresses mewith tho fact that this life is scene of toll and struggle By 10 o'clock ev- cry day the citysis jarring with wheels. and shufling with feet. and humming wiah voices, and covered with the breath of mokestacks. and arpsh with traffick- sfSI 0neo in aWhils yod fnd man eo- ing dong with folded arms and with lsisurely step. as though he had nothing to do; but for the most part. as ysu find men going down these streets sn theway to business. there is anxiety Nh their faces. as though they had soipe sfrand which mpat b a3ecuted at the nrst possible nohnenta Yon are >jostlrd by thoss who have bargains to make and notes to cell Up this ladder with . bod of bricks. out of sthis bank with . HM q bills, on this dray with 2 load ok foods. digging ., cellar. or .shingling . f6M Or shoeing a horse. or building . Wal. or mending . watch. or bind Inf S book. Iidustfy. with her thou sas6d IrmS and thousand eyes and thou sand feet goes on singing her song of work, work. work, while the mills drum 1t ana the steam whistles fife it All this not because men love toll Some one remarked. Every man is as lazy m he can afford to be. But it is bccause necessity with stern brow and with uplifted whip stands over you ready whenever you relax your toll to make your shoulders sting with the lash.
 TksrWsflA'se reil' ana Anxiety.
 Can it be that passing up and down these streets on your way to work and business that you do not learn anything of the world's toil and anxiety and strugglef Oh. how many dropping hearts, how many eyes on the watch, hsW ms4y 4i1e6 traveled. how many burdens carried. how many losses sui fered. how many battlss fought. how many victories gained. how many de- feats suffered. how many corporations endured; what losses, what hunger, what wretchedness. what pallor, what disease. what agony. what despair Sometimes have stopped at the corner of.s thea street as the multitudee went hither and yon. and ii. has seemed to be . great pattomfme, and as I looked apQn it my heart broke. This great tide of human life that goes down the street is rapid. tossed and turned aside. and daahed ahead. and driven back-beau- tiful in its confusion, and confused in its beauty. In the carpeted aisles of the forest, in the woods from which the eternal shadow is never lifted. on the shore. of the aea over whose iron coast tosses the tRneled foam sprinkiing the cracked 1clins with, q baptism of whirl- wind and tempest. is the best place to study God. but in tho rushing swarm ing. raving street is the best place to study man f
 0oins down to your place of business andcUnning home again, charge you to look about-see these signs of pover- ty, ofwretcbedness. of hunger. of sin. of bereavement-and as you go through the streets. and come back through the streets. gather up In Che arms of your prayer all the sorrow. all tho losses, all the su6erings. all the bereavements of those whom you pasA and present them in prayer before an all sympathetic God. In the great day of eternity there will .be thousands of persons with whom you in this world never exchanged one word. win rise up and call you blessed. and there win be . thousand fingers pointed at you in heaven, saying That is the man. that fs the woman. who helped mo when l 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 n Christ shall say: 'T was hungry. and ye fed me; I was naked. and ye clothed me; was sick and in prison. and ys yiGted me; inaamuch as ye did 1t to thess poor wsifs of the streeta v did 1t to me- A @.s'sss ' 4''s
 Again, the street impresses me with the fact that all classes and conditions of society must commingle We some times culture a wicked exclusivenSss lIntelasct despises ignorance Refine mont will have nothing to do with boorfahnesa Gloves hate the sunburned hand. and the high forehead despisee the dat head, and the trim hedgerow will have nothing to do with the wild copsewood, and Athens hates Nazareth. This oaght not 70 tob The astronomer must come down from his starry revelry and help us in our navigation. The snr-