The news & observer., 1904-12-04

saved because they belong to a lodge.
dare not say they will not be; but,
Jesus made it very clear to Nicodemus
that man must be born again. Ana
Paul in the tenth chapter of Romans
says: whatsoever shall call upon the
name of the Lord shall be saved. How
shall they call on him-in whom they
have not believed? and how shall they
believe in him of whom they have not
heard? and how shall they hear with
out a preacher?''
These other agencies may do good,
but the preacher ever has been, and
must ever be regarded as the special
messenger, the ambassador, for Christ,
and nothing else / am free to say is
comparable to good gospel sermon
delivered by one (man or woman) who
is filled with the Holy Ghost
The objection made to Methodism.
when | was a boy was, that it was too
emotional-made men and women cry
and shout and do very improper
things, shocking to the nervous SEN
sibihties of the refined and sedate.
nave never yet believed that it is nos-
sible for a man to suffer pain, how
ever stoical he may be, without show
ing in some way, that he was suffering.
Nor can a man be amused. much less
thrilled with merriment. without be-
traying his feelings. JOY. grief, happi-
ness and sorrow will find ways to eX-
press themselves, on the face, in the
eye, through the tongue or in some
other way. He is dead man., indeed,
who is devoid of emotion. And, / can
not hbut conclude, that a great many
Christians, who never exhibit any feel
ing, are really dead. If you tell
sea, they are Mortified at that; if you
relate an account of a terrible railroad
wreck, or of the burning of a ship at
sea, they are hohhified at that; if you
tell how child was rescued from a
burning building by some daring hero,
who, amid the shouts of multitude.
risks his own life that he may lay
that child unscorched into it's mothers
arms. these dead Christian will shout
over that While tears of sympathy and
real delight will stream from their
eyes. What's the, matter! The emo
tional chord has been touched, and
they can no more keep from shouting
and crying than the harp can help
sending forth it's waves of melody
when the skilled hand has swept its
strings
saw strange sight at a political
meeting twenty odd years ago. Judge
Fowle was making a speech in Win
with men-men of iron nerves and
strong gwills-unexcitable men, who
only moved when their reasons had
been convinced by cold dry, hard arg
ument. For a while not more than
half the people in the room appeared
to be much interested: now and then
there would be some stamping of feet
and clapping of hands; but. there were
no outbursts of applause. At length
the judge began to speak of the suffer-
ings of the white people of the eastern
counties; telling of the humiliation of
some poor whites in Jones county, who
had been hired out to negroes; and
appealing to the brave, honest, patriot
ic sons of the west to come down and
break the yoke of tyranny, and to
strike down the infamous tyrants. who
would degrade and humiliate the an
glo-saXon race Every man in the
house was listening then. and every
face showed that chords had been
touched which sent thrills to hearts
unused to emotion for l noticed that
some We're crying
The Judge told story of the Cri-
mean war, in which he pictured an
English mother Can officers, wife. with
a chud in her arms) standing on the
crest of the fortress looking for the
coming of English ships. The mortali-
ties or long-siege had reduced the
strength of the garrison, while beth
ammunition and provisions were run
ming alarmingly short. Day after day
week after week passed, and no Eng
lish ships hove in view 1t was nut a
matter of time when the garrison must
either surrender or perish. Every day
that mother crept with her child IN
her arms, to the parapet and with
face seaward and eyes heavenward,
she would pray as only woman
knows how to pray, that help might
come before starvation or massacre
should be the fate of the garrison
The men had we'll nigh lost hope of
ever seeing any help coming. but that
woman had faith, and in that faith
she prayed. At last one evening as
the mothers eyes were uplifted to-
ward heaven in prayer her child JUST
beginning to prattle said Look NAM
ma, pretty birds" She opened her
eyes, and, low down on the horizon,
there came fleet of English ships
She screamed to the men below: "They
are comingi They are comingi", A
great shout went UP, the drums beat,
the cannons let forth their thunder.
and the enemy, as we'll as all the gar
rison, knew that an English .,eet was
coming to the rescue
Fellow countrymen, let me tell
YOU, said the Judge while his eyes
seemed to be swimming in tears, and
his voice was almost choked with emo
tion, the mothers with their babes In
their arms, down in our eastern coun-
ties are sitting in their desolation ana
humiliation, and wondering if help will
ever come TO them: and daily ana
hourly they turn their faces westward
and their eyes hcavenWard, and as did
that English mother, they pray that
help may come from the West. What
shall | tell them when | go down
there Shall / tell them that you men
OF the West care nothing for their
degradation and their humiliation: or
shall | tell them their sorrows will
soon cease, for the patriotic men or