The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1901-01-24
CRUSADE IS
At AN END
Last Temperance Rally
at Central Union.
ENTHUSIASM WAS INTENSE
Francis Murphy Closes His Formal
Series Of Talks But Will
Work Till He Sails.

Central Union Church was already fill
led last night when the Peniel Mission
street meeting poured into the building
and filled the aisles. 1t was Mr. Murphys
farewell meeting and there was almost
las large a congregation as on Sunday
might.
Two sacred hymns were beautifully
sung by the college quartet, composed of
Mr. Prouty, Mr.. Elston and Messrs Dill
bingham. The four voices blended
sweetly with the notes of the pipe organ
in the strains Of Heaven Is My Home
and Let Your Lights Be Burning"
Mrs. Adams of the Pencil Mission spoke
lat the invitation of Mr.. Murphy, and
made a strong, heartfelt appeal to the
charity of the congregation for the hum
bier and unfortunate classes. Rev. Mr..
Kincaid also spoke at some length, and
as usual Mr.. Murphy relentlessly drag
ged out all his friends for lust a little
word
| For his text Mr.. Murphy took passage
| from the Bible containing the admon. ton
of the Savior DO good to those that
hate you, and pray for those that de-
spitefully use YOU. From this Mr. Muir
ply preached one of his most touching
sermons, appealing to the kindness and
! Fellowship of his audience to extend a
helping hand to the unfortunate and af-
ifiicted.
There are mighty few of u.s., said he,
that when we have chicken pie on the
table are going to take a dish of it and
run over with it to cur poor ne!ghbor."
| When Rev. Mr.. Fincaid directed that
the contribution be taken up, Mr.. Murphy
| jumped to his feet and called out, Yes.
take the large hats, my brothers, and go
slow" With other pleasantries such as
this he alternated his Irish fun with the
splendid pathos of his appeals.
There's nothing in the world said he
again, ito bring out mans heart, like
a little suffering. Suffering is Gods
school of discipline, and the experience
| is bitter, but it is the divine medicine
so few of US have any judgment in
1.-The way we go about our charity said
he, why, we are as bad as the dear man
who went on the battlefield among the
Idying soldiers. He came to poor fellow
that had had both of his legs shot away,
land he put into the dear mans hand a
tract on the sin of dancing! 1t was ridic-
lulous, wasn't it-but oh, the mockery,
THE pitiable n1ockery of it, and the bur-
ilesque it was on the kindness that is
the religion of Cod 1 tell you a Chris
tian of another sort came along there
and saw the poor dear fellow, and he
Istooped over with tears of sympathy in
his eyes and he said, oh, let me help
you, mayn't 1 wash the. blood from
lyour poor face, and see if l can't bind VI
Iyour hurts?' and he did; yes he did, bless
his great heart! He washed away the
Ibicod,; and comforted him and tried tc
lease his pain, and put clean shirt nr
him. and he was so kind to him that
the dear soldier cried and said, You re
mind me of my mother, you are so godn
Mr.. Murphy brought his sermon to {
lclose with a powerful appeal, and sever
al signed the pledge, among them mum
Der of soldiers from the Warren. After
the meeting there was general hand
shaking and social farewell, it being th'
last night of Francis Murphy at Cenlra
Union. Mr.. Murphy sans on the Sonoma
He viii address the soldiers at Caml
Mckinley this evening and VIII spesl
at the Young Mems Christian Association
Sunday.