Connecticut western news., 1904-10-27

] rather than your SnCGrS ulI your oppfo brium? IL is almost time for you to cease sitting around and sulliing be- cause of his victories. Do not try to undermine his usefulness by pulling , down the temple of fame which he has reared, even as Samson pushed against
 and cracked the pillars which tumbled ! the roof of the temple of Dagon down upon the skulls of the screaming and crouching Philistines.
 If brother nee,ts your help in time { of success, does he not also need you all the more ito weep with him when : he wecps" Does he not need you to come to his sympathetic aid when all
 the world sccEIs black and when it tru- ! ly seems, or account of his wrongdo- : inEs. that le can never become no- ble man again? Does he not need your | help when, floundering in the quick 1 sands of sin. he seems to be deserted by God and man alike and to be only the sport and plaything of devils? And does he not also need your help when, in the awful hours of black temptation, he Is about to yield as well as in the black hours of remorse after he has done wrong?
 If n man who has done wrong or is about to do wrong needs your help, how much more does a woman in her
 hours of trial? l always had great deal of sympathy for the prayer of that woman who said, 70 God, keep
 me from going over the precipice of sin, for If my feet ever leave the path of virtue even thou canst not bring me back to the straight path again."
 And yet how many women there are today being torn and lacerated by the thickets of sin who could be brought back to live honest, pure, true, respect able lives if only the Christian men and the women in the name of Christ
 would go forth to bring them back! The beginning of my text opens amid the shouts and gay laughter of the merrymakers. It closes with the sobs and moans and the groans of breaking hearts. Brother, sister will you today in the name of Christ weep with those that weep?' Will you stretch forth the broad, strong, loving hand of rescue and say, Brother, sister, in the name of Jesus Christ, give me thy hand, and will help thee up to God, up to a heavenly and an earthly res cue?" Will you do this for Christ? Will you weep with those that weep and help others, no matter how far astray their sinful feet may go or are about to go?
 A Practical Test.
 Yes" answers some one. from this day I promise to help all those in dis tress that can." You do? Well, then, let me put that resolve to practical test. At large religious gathering in the east where a collection was about to be taken up for famine stricken Ireland that big hearted philanthro- pist William E. Dodge arose and said: "Gentlemen, we have been hearing some wonderful speeches about this famine Some of us have been crying, some praying. Now I want to put your gospel sympathy to practical test. What Ireland needs is bread, bread. bread, bread, bread! In order to buy that bread my sympathy Is worth just $500. What is your sympathy worth?' As William E. Dodge put his sympa- thy to practical test l want to put your sympathy to the same kind of a test. You say as Christian man, By the grace of God will always help those who need help" Well, here is a convict just liberated from jail. Work! He will do any honest work that he can get, but the trouble Is he cannot get any work to do All earth and hell seem to be arrayed against his living an honest life. A few months ago, dur ing his confinement, he thought and dreamed over the happy days of his past life While he thought and dream ed the picture of his old home trans formed his prison cell into the old nurs- cry He was romping and playing again with his brothers and sisters. There he saw again the old folks, now asleep in the family plot. There was the old haymow in which he used to play and wrestle. Yes, there was the same old haymow in which the hens used to hide their eggs and then cackle over the joke. There was the old church In which he used to squirm and twist and fall asleep when the good old minister would forget when to stop in his preaching. And there was the old village postofflce where the neigh bors came to bid him goodby when, in the old, rickety stage, he left the viii lage and started forth to find work in the large town.
 As he dreamed in that cell the re- pentant tears came flowing from his eyes. He then and there made up his mind to lead good, true, honest, pure Christian life and at last to be buried in the old family plot at the feet of his father and mother. But, though he is now free and wanting to be an honest man, what chance has he? Every door of business Is shut against him. Too few places for honest men. For him no room, no room. The other day he applied for work as coal heaver. When about to be employed rough workman stepped forward and said to the owner of the yard: Mister, I would not hire that man if were you. He has just finished sentence In the penitentiary." With that the employ CT turned and said: "Out of this yard, you scoundrel! My office is no reform atory" Trying to be honest, who will give him a chance? Pray God he may not give up. Tomorrow you may see him. What, then, will your sympathy be worth?
 What Is Your sympathy Worthf
 Here is poor, weak sewing girl struggling on to make an honest living and to live right. But, try on hard as she will, in her weakened physical con dition she can make but $3 a week, and that is just 50 cents less than she can live upon. Oh, what an awful life! No sounds are heard in that room save the continual scratchings of her needle, the slghs of crushed heart or the low, hectic cough of a diseased lung Sewing for others while she has hardly q rag of her own. All we'll enough for you to talk about the holi- npsS Of virtue YOu have vOur thrpp