Newport weekly independent., 1902-05-16
REALITIES OF LIFE.
Sermon of Rev. Frank Crane, of the
 Peoples Church, Chicago.
He Says the City Is Composed of GhOsts-TeIIs What Constitutes the Real ThinEs-AII Visible
 Things Are But Signs.

sermon from the subject "The Real ities." He took for his text the fol- lowing:
 ''For we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen; for the things which are seen are temporal, but the things which are not seen are eter- nal."-II. Cor. AIS.
 Have you ever seen a city? Have you ever seen the great city of Chicago? As you enter it upon the railway train you behold miles and miles of cars standing upon interminable tracks that cover the earth like strands of gigantic cobweb; you behold huge grain elevators, modern pyramids to the glory of commerce; factories, whose myriad windows make them look like thousand-eyed monsters. You walk the streets and gaze up at great office buildings, each containing a restless cityful of people. You listen to the din in the streets, the rush of elevated trains, the clang of cable cars, the rattle of wagons, the inchoate cry of newsboys and vendors, all melting into mighty roar as of huge cata- ract But-have you seen the city?
 No! for the city is composed essen tially of ghosts, invisible, intangible, soundless. The city is the wrestling place of souls. If you could see them! They are hoping, fearing, praying; some are drowning their tattered sen abilities in wine; some are growing straight, sweet. fragrant as lily; some of them have faces like horrid devilfsh, moving in fierce ugliness; they ;r,,o f o0,111 see these invisible flames we call souls you would perceive them running to- gether sometimes in strange mixture of fires, making confagrations we call panic, a strike, a revival of religion.
 You read in this Bible that no man hath seen God a any time: l say unto you that no man hath seen a city at any time. For the reality is always in- visible, silent.
 Have you ever seen home? Wonder is a house that is called home. It's walls are of granite there are French windows, Persian rugs, lace curtains, food imported from every cline, beds of carved mahogany, draped with silk and spread with fine linen. Do these things constitute home? No; for I have been in the parlor and found it a human cold storage vault: in the din- ing-room the inmates poison them selves day after day upon suspicion and estrangement; in the beautiful beds all night long there toss wretched creatures who look now at the ghost of dead desire grinning at the head of the bed, and now look and listen at the raven of despoiled love that sits and croaks at the foot of the bed.
 Where is the real home? It is where hearts ease is. It is not where we lay off our clothes, but where we lay off our cares. The walls of a real home are not built of granite, but of truth and loyalty. Unpleasant sounds, the fric- tlon of living, are not deadened by rugs laid on polished floors, but by forbear- ance, by patience. The curtains that screen the sacred househ old gods from the eyes of the curious are not of lace. they are woven of discretion. The food in the real home is not meat and drink, but unselfishness and thought fitness; these sustain love. The bed is . not prepared with down and damask. but with "a conscience void of offense HO"oIu u bob UOWdIQ Ildu. In6 light of the real home is not the sun by day nor the electric globe by night but # is love, shining always in dear eyes, burning always in true hearts, clear and lambent, unextinguished by any gusts of passion or misfortune Peace and security are not there be- cause of an insurance policy, but be- cause of a simple faith in the good God who watches over Israel and neither slumbers nor sleeps. You cannot see this kind of a home unless you look at the things which are not seen and are eternal.
 Did you ever see man? Many a specimen of the genus homo, Carlyle's forked radish, walks about who is not man. It takes more than whiskers and clothes to make a man. If you would make man upon Gods plan you must first take, as the fundament- al ingredient, courage; courage to do his work faithfully, through all dis couragement; then, patience to go on through defeat; then, strength to stand always for principle and to de- spise policy; then, largeness of heart, so that he may do no mean thing: then, gentleness to the erring; then, loyalty to friends and fairness to foe; and last of all, you must make him to be a good friend with God. Such a man may be a hunchback, blind, deaf, deformed, yet will he be man.
 Did you ever have the good fortune, when you were a boy, to fall in love with a good woman twice your own