The Newtown bee., 1901-08-02

steam into that boiler of the factory. There was only one exit, the manhole at the top, and small ladder up to it, both sprang for the ladder as the scalding steam came rushing in, Phelps got there first, but he dropped back saying, "Jim, you go first, you're married" Jim went first and got out l with a few burns, but it was too late for Phelps to follow, and he was boiled to death in the scalding steam. We praise God who giveth a man heart to see the highest and the unselfish in the time of a great pain and crisis. Probably it was right that the man with wife and family depending on him should go first, but how many men would not have thought so. Set such an impulse over against that of the man who stands ready to ruin a man and his family, and indeed any number ot men and families, if only he can get superfiuOuS wealth by a stock speculation or corner in some great need of society or of life. We need the nobler instances to rebuke the continual temptation to the SOr- did ones. We need the angel songs to drown the alluring, seductive singing of the selfish, and the pleasure taking, and the wealth getting and the ambi- tfOn-serving sirens of the world. In his address in Philadelphia the day after the news came of President Lin coln's assassination, Phillips Brooks speaks with an almost bitter contempt of the frivolous, weak inefficient lives of many of the young people whom he games, dances, cards and pleasure. He calls them 'mere dawdlerS in society, mere babes in world, where mans and wOmans work is to be done," and then as call out of all that, clarion call to duty and labor, and love and service he holds up LincOln's life. Another ideal! Another way of liv- ing! Yes, that is the elOquence of all faithfulness. Wealth is good, pleasure is good, honor and place are good in right measure and place, but here at the grave of the dead who died in un- selfish service, here with the thrills of science in our ears, here our hearts speak to us and we know there is another good, and it too is exceedingly good, and that spirit which in getting the other good things would neglect or belittle this greatest good of love and duty and service, let it be accurS ed! God grant that still noble ambi. tiOns may stand up to rebuke SOrdid attempts and ignoble purposes! God grant that still faithful, unseltish heroism may go marching on, drown. ing in it's march song the coarse music of the sensual feast and the harsh notes of lifes selfish struggle.
 It was spoken once as word of en- cOuragement to himself and for the cause he was pleading, by one of this nations greatest orators, it was SaiC that so mighty was the human pulse the throbbing of human hearts, that If a feeble girls pulse should beat di
 rectly against granite column that column would be worn to dust in the course of that one weak woman'S life So mighty is the heart throb! So we still encourage ourselves to believe that against every evil and wrong anC abuse and sinful thing, against then the pulse of humanity is beating; yea even in the hearts of those who dc such things the pulse of humanity is beating against them. And they shall be worn away. They shall be destroy. ed. They shall be as if they were not, and shall become as if they had never been. Even the very sirens of evil themselves shall be silenced by the sweet and swelling chorus of the chOirs of God. And this shall be a sign unto you; this day shall be sign unto us, this day which speaks Of pulses which once beat fast and high and hopeful and now are stilled, yet nevertheless the wrong against which they beat so manfully is now once and forever done away.