Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1899-03-20

take away my father so long ago I never
remember to have seen him? And
haven't I had to go along the streets to
get something to fetch home to eat for
the folks? And didn't I, as soon as I
could carry basket have to go out
and pick up cinders and never have no
schooling. sir? God don't want me to
read, sir. [ can't read nor write, nel-
Their. 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 era
vat or while we are in the study round
ing off some period rhetorically we
might be saving a soul from death and
hiding a multitude of sins. o Christian
laymen, go out on this work. If you
are not willing to go forth yourself,
then give of your means, and if you
are too lazy to go, and if you are too
OU1HSy " hC1p, UAClA SCO Ooo VI lI1O 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 stupidity and your neglect Down
to work. Lift them upl
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, y" she
replied, ST 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 your" t'Oh, she said,
''my mother died last week, and I was
crying very much, and she said: Don't
cry, dear; though [ am gone and your
father is gone, the Lord will send some
body to 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,
they are waiting for you. Men who
have money, men who have influence
men 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 per-
ish.
People Looking Forward.
Lastly, the street impresses me with
the fact that all the people are looking
forward. I see expectancy written on al
thousand people walking straight on,
you only find one man stopping and
looking back. The fact is, God made US
all to look ahead, because we are i'm
mortal. In this tramp of the multitude
on the streets, [ hear the tramp of a
great host, marching and marching for
eternity. Beyond the office, the store,
the shop, the street, there is a world,
populous and tremendous Through
God grace, may you reach that blessed
place. A great throng fills those boule
wards, and the streets are arush with
the chariots of conquerors. The inhabit-
ants go up and down, but they never
weep, and they never toll. A river flows
through that city, with rounded and
luxurious banks, and the trees of life,
laden with everlasting fruitage, bend
their branches into the crystal.
No plumed hearse rattles over that
pavement, for they are never sick.
With immortal health glowing in every
vein, they know not how to die. Those
towers of strength, those palaces of
beauty, CLEAN in the light of sun that
never sets. Oh heaven, beautiful heav-
enl Heaven, where our friends arel
They take no census in that city, for it
is inhabited by ''a multitude which no
man can number. " Rank above rank
Host above host. Gallery above gallery,
sweeping all around the heavens. Thou
sands of thousands. Millions of millions
Blessed are they who enter in through
the gate into that city. Oh, start for it
today Through the blood Of the great
sacrifice of the Son OF God take up your
march to heaven. ''The spirit and the
bride say, Come, and, Whosoever WILL
let him come and take the water Of life
freely" Join this great throng march
ing heavenward. All the doors of invi
tation are open. ''And I saw twelve
gates, and the twelve gates were twelve
pearls. -
THE Problem Solved.
She has solved the problem, God bless
her
Her name is Mrs. Mary Smith Rob
erts, and she is a professor in the Stan
ford university Of California. She speaks
with the language of prophecy and of