Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1904-07-16

boys may have been your history, but /
today God Is calling; your dead moth !
er, your redeemed mother, Is calling; |
your broken hearted father Is calling: |
"Come, come, come home! Oh, sinner,
come homer VIII you hear the cry?
Way off In that far country OF sin
chou art not far from the kingdom OF
God" Thou art not far from Christ,
but near, on account OF your early
Christian home training.
Don't Live For Yourself Alone.
Almost saved, Yes, you are. l know
It by the unhappy looks that are chis-
eled In the wrinkles OF your face.
When you started out in life you
thought the height Of a mans happi-
ness could be estimated by the length
of his bank account You thought the
worldwide area Of his JOY could be al
ways circumscribed only by the hem
ispheric spread of his fame. But now
by bitter experience you know that
wealth and fame only bring added
cares. You know that If man lives
for himself alone, II he does not seek
the higher joys of the soul, II he does
not live for Christ, seeking also the
welfare OF his brother man, he can find
no happiness on earth at all.
| can imagine a scene in your lie
which brought its emptiness ylyidly
before you. Such scenes, varying III
their details, come to many man, bid
ding him pause and consider what is
the true purpose of life. Let me see!
Where did this scene happen? In Chi
cago. You are wealthy merchant
You have come out on visit to Los
Angeles. 1t was in Chicago, as near
as can make out, on Il Saturday night,
the second week of January. The fire
was burning brightly on your office
hearth. The table by your side was
filled with papers. The employees,
working ten hours a day, sometimes
think the employer entering his olice
at 9 or 10 o'clock in the morning has
very easy time. But long after the
busy beehive of the modern dry goods
emporium has stopped its hum, and
the tired little cash girls have crowded
the streets, laughing, shouting, perhaps
smiling at the passersby, in juvenile
delight at being set free from toll, and
the bookkeepers have balanced the ac-
counts. and the iron shutters have been
pulled down, and the clerks have clos
cd their counters. and the cashiers have
locked their safes, and the delivery
wagons have ceased their rumbling,
and the wornout horses have been fed
and blanketed in their stalls, and the
street lamps have become as multitude
nous as the visible stars Of the heavens,
the tired merchant works on. The
wood in the fire place cracked and
laughed. The flames leaped higher ana
higher and sputtered more loudly as
the reports Of the different departments
recorded the business triumph of
+, rhnie year. Stock had been taks'n, for
the holiday goods were all sold. Every
promissory note had been met. There
was plenty Of money in the bank to
clear away the remaining debit sides OF
| the ledger
What Shall 1t Profit Mani
Was not that the history, o rich Chi
cago merchant of the first results OF
| your mathematical calculations on the
| Saturday night of the second week In
last January? But what about the sec
ond calculation you made that impor-
tant night? AS you sat there in your
easy armchair you began to dream
about the past. You began to wonder
| If all this endless struggle for world
| ly success really paid. AS you dreamed
you thought Of the many nights when'
unable to sleep, you had tossed about
your hot pillow and thought how the
business world was trying to drive you
to the financial wall, even as some man
with the death marks upon his cheek in
| his old age may be heeced of his all.
You thought how your very best mo-
| tiyes had always been impugned. And
then, strange to say, instead of gloating
over your past financial success as the
fire fickered lower and lower an un-
seen power made you write upon a
broad sheet of white paper this prob
lem. what shall it profit man II he
shall gain the whole world and lose his
own soul?" And as you studied that
problem you were compelled to write
after it word of seven letters. You
wrote that one word in letters of fire.
Nothing" Nothing" Nothing" Am
I wrong. o financial magnate, in stat
ing today "thou art not far from the
kingdom of God?'
NV hearers may think have over
drawn the picture in asserting tha'
worldly success from a mere selfish
standpoint never pays, and that only
the Christ life is the happy life. Well
then. to illustrate whether mere earth
ly success is satisfying success ol
the reverse let me read to you Q
eulogy delivered lately in reference tC
that Warwick OF American statesman
ship, that president maker, Marcus A
Hanna. In the memorial meeting nelo
in the senate chamber a short time age
Senator Scott, Senator Hanna's int
mate friend, arose and spoke these
words: "Mr. President | shall never
forget one early morning when Senator
Hanna handed me a New York paper
containing a cartoon Of himself, pictured
az n huge monster, clad In suit GOV
cred over with dollar marks. smoking
an immense cigar and trampling undeI
foot women and children, with theil
! eyes protrudlng from their sockets anC
their skeleton forms writhing in agony
, After looked at it a moment he said tC
: me: Scott that hurts. l have tried al
my life to put myself in the other fel
: lows place. 1 have tried to help those
/ in need and tighten the burdens OF
, those less fortunate than myself. Ye
1 am here held up to the gaze of the
/ world as a murderer of women anc
I children. l tell you, it hurts And
, Mr. President looking I'D into tha