The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1901-01-23
GOOD WORK
CONTINUES
Soldiers and Sailors
Take Pledge.
ONLY ONE MORE NIGHT
A Great Number Of Converts Give
Testimony in Their Own
Behalf.

Behalf.
The Francis Murphy meeting last night
took the form of a testimonial gathering.
MIR. Murphy at first mounted the pulpit,
and began to talk, but sudden notion
moved him to change his mind, and in
the middle of an interesting paragraph
he stopped short and stepped down into
the crowd to shake hands and invite
someone to SAY a word for themselves.
He postponed his sermon, and went aft
er the new signers of the pledge, calling
boosting the timid ones to their feet. His
good nature and buoyancy inspired re-
Spouse in almost every case. The first
one called upon was a sailor. He made
a brief speech of thankfulness for his de
hverance out of evil, and hoped for
strength to support him in his pledge to
the end of his life.
Several more testified, and Red Cross
soldier thanked Mr.. Murphy personally
for the great comfort and benefit he had
received through the temperance veter-
ans kindly lectures. He said he had
started on a new life, and had determin-
ed to get away from his sins, especially
from drinking. Another convert rose to
his feet and made a rousing testimonial
speech. Said he, GLORY be to God, i
have got my lights burning, and am de-
livered out of darkness. God has lit my
lamps, and all I've got to do now is to
keep them burning and see that they
don't blow out. | am going straight
ahead, and 1 think / am about right If
there is anything about me that amt
right, well, I'll just make it right, God
be praised1'
A soldier said that he had been ag-
grieved at the delay in leaving Manila,
and that when the Warren broke down
at sea he had felt even more aggrieved
because of the delay in the home-going,
but that he now. thought there must
have been providence in it for him-so
much benefit had he derived from hear
ing the words of Mr.. Murphy A man
who said he had at one time drank tif-
teen drinks before breakfast, testified to
having become able to dispense with the
use of liquor. The good book says to dc
all things for the glory of God" said he,
and I say that if you can drink to the
glory of God, why do it. But you can't
Another man said that he was the big
gest drunkard in Honolulu, but he meant
to get along without drinking hence
forth. At the termination of this testi-
monial the self-styled biggest drunkard
in Honolulu received a slap on the
back that made him jump almost over
the pew. 1t was one of Mr.. Murphy
slaps of approval.
A man who has been a jockey since he
was small boy, said that he had the
singular distinction among race-tr track
people of never having tasted liquor. II
had been taught to him when he was a
child that liquor was not made for Sen
sibIe fellows to drink and that those who
did drink 1t were blooming idiots He
said that through the example of a faith
er that was a total abstainer, he had
been one himself all his life, and wished
to emphasize what Mr.. Murphy had SAID
about the influence of the paternal ex,
ample in such matters.
Several soldiers from the Warren SHOOK
hands with Mr.. Murphy and spoke with
emotion of their home-going. Mr.. Muir.
ply started the hymn, Jesus, Lover OF
My Soul" and went back to his pulpit
At the close of the hymn he dragged out
all the ministers and laymen present, un
der protest and insisted upon speeches
from them, until they refused to takt
up the time which they said properly be
longed to Mr.. Murphy.
Mrs. Mcdonald sang temperance so
10, Have Courage, My Boy, to Say No,
anu MI murphy fedQ from MS BlDle
The wilderness and the solitary place:
shall be glad for them, and the deser
shall rejoice and blossom as the cose
Strengthen We the weak hands and con.
firm the feeble knees" From this text be
made short speech, but one of the bes
nc has yet made. With anecdote anC
Irish wit he brought out his points anG
kept his audience interested. He urged
more Christian temperance work, even
if it had to be done at the expense OF
prayer. Prayer is great thing" said
he, "and 1 am not going to say anything
against that, but 1 tell you. you want
to do more work. You can accomplist
whole lot by working, and what we
want is a little more spiritual athletics
We need spiritual exercise, bless youl
heart
He said that a great many people, like
himself, had the distinguished honor oil
being poor, thank God" and that &c
them, he wanted TO offer a little word o!
encourage ment. There is a great deal
of energy in manly courage, and he
would be blessed if there wasn't a whole
lot of dollars in it, too,' continued Mr..
Murphy. Quoting Robert Burns "a mans
man for "a that" Mr.. Murphy then led
up to the story of James A. Garfield
which he told with much effect. In the
story of the struggle of the poor little
boy from aoJect poverty up TO the honor
ed position of the Chief Executive of lie
nation, Mr.. Murphy surpassed himself
and at the end of it, his appeal to the
patriotic feeling of his audience met with
a burst of enthusiastic applause.
You know there was a poor little boy
said he, 'once upon time, not so very
long ago, and his dear father died and
left him and the little mother alone in
the big world, away back in the woods
in a log cabin, and when the grief and
sorrow of the poor little mother had soft
ened so that she could think about it,
she took her little boy on her knee, and
told him they must fight the battle to-
gether. She took the axe, the little
mother did, and she went out and cut
wood. Yes, she tucked up her skirts like
this illustrating with his coat tails) and
she grasped that axe like this, and she
cut away for dear life, like this, bless
her heart CMr. Murphy here gave a
laughable imitation of the feminine meth
cd of rail splitting)
DO you know, whenever I see a wom-
an doing mans work, I think about
woman's suffrage and when a woman I'M
dertakes to do a mans work, she does
II in such queer way that somehow
| never could believe in woman's suf-
frage. Bless her heart, she does it in
her own queer, sweet way, but the big
man ought TO do it. Well, this poor lit
tie woman, she cut her wood and the
little boy carried in the chips and put