Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1905-01-24


them all, for at the close Of his SER
mon he said, "And now just one word
to those who never enter a place of
worship"
Bishop Thorold, at dinner party
where was present, told the following
story on his return from America:
The chaplain Of large private asylum
asked a brother clergyman to preach
to the inmates on a Sunday during
his absence. Before going awsy he
said, Preach your best, for though
insane on some points they are very
intelligent" So he talked to them Of
India, and Of heathen mothers who
threw their dear little babies into the
sacred river Ganges as offerings to
their false gods. Tears streamed down
the face Of one listener, evidently
deeply affected. When asked by the
preacher afterward what part OF the
sermon had touched his heart with
grief. the lunatic replied, 'T was think
ing 1t was a pity your mother didn't
throw you in the Ganges."
When I was first ordained to the
curacy of st. Peters-in-th East, Ok
ford, there were ear-tubes from fun
mel in the pulpit beneath the manu-
script stand, which certain aged men
applied to their ears during the SER
mon. Once, after blowing my nose in
preaching. I thoughtlessly put my
handkerchief into the funnel, and was
puzzled to see the ripe old Christians
below drop the tubes and cease Il, lis
ten. I had unwittingly cut OF the
message Of the Gospel from these mel
lowed travellers to Zion.
It is possible to be too dramatic in
church through over-zeal. A ciIrate,
after IL lessons In elocution, once read
the history OF the flood with such vivid
and realistic power that the congrega-
ton became excited and q woman In
the middle aisle. in her agitation, put
up her umbrella to ward or the tear
full downpour.
Some may be inclined to doubt the
truth Of this story, but, after all, un-
belief Of that kind Is merely q matter
OF temperament; and just as a csrica-
ture or an enlarged photograph Is Of
ten the best likeness, so a story de-
manding credulity may best convey
the truth. There is, for instance, some
strain put upon the faith Of readers IN
the story told by Dean Pigou, thtIt the
mayor and corporation Of London had
been nearly asleep until his text woke
them at once to full attention AMI In
terest. The words were, The voice
Of the turtle is heard In our land
The modesty in estimating their own
power and talent shown by some
preachers has a humorous side. ! once
heard an open-air preacher. with q
band of evangelists round him. say,
ACTS xvii. verse 9, My friend. These
that have turned the world upside
down are come hither also.' The heads
Of our address are /: ~ The world is
the wrong way up. (2) 1t must be put
the right way up. CD We will, with
Gods blessing, accomplish this this
afternoon" It struck me as large
order to be executed by one effort at
a summer watering place. nor hive I
'notAeed-fhaeh change .r.- the morris cf
the world since that eventful day.
DR.. Parker once told me that some-
times the most common statement OF
fact comes to an ignorant person al
r,ost as a revelation. Once, after
Thursday morning address. a worship
per remained behind to thank him, and
said, "Dr. Parker, you always give me
something new to think about; and,
until I heard you this morning
thought that Sodom and Gomorrah
were man and wife,"
An aunt of mine, In the olden days
of whitewashed chapels, knew a min
lister who went into the Little Fethei
and found the workmen, with their
caps on their heads, working their
whitewashing brushes up and down
the walls to the tune Of Pop Goes the
Weasel" He was shocked. he said,
"Take your caps off and, II you must
sing, sing hymns" The next day but
one he found the brushes moving very
slowly on the wall to the tune OF Be
fore Jehovah's awful throne" and he
saw that very little work had been
done; so he said to the workmen, Put
on your caps and get back to the old
tune, or we shan't have the place
ready for Sunday" No doubt the
whole incident passed without any
sense of humor between them.
A Lancashire Vicar was asked by
the choir to call upon old Betty, VINO
was deaf, but who insisted In Joining
in the solo Of the anthem, and to ask
her only to sing In the hymns. he
shouted into her ear. Betty! I've been
requested to speak to you about your
singing" At last she caught the word
singing" and replied, mot to me be
the praise, sir; It's a gift" he came
away feeling 1t would be impious TO
interfere with gifts"
Even dL ottiAAo
arise. Once when had finished the
service over the body Of a poor wo-
man out Of the London slums, her ex-
cited female friend leaned over the
grave. and shaking her hand at the
coffin. said, "Goodby, Sal. Gawd bless
you. We've had many a pot Of beer
together, and 'opes we shall meet In
'eayen. Gawd bless you'll" 1t sounds
vulgar, but there was pathetic side
to 1t. It told, in rude way, OF sense
Of loss and a hope Of meeting.
Dean Burgon, when Vicar OF 81.
Mary's, Oxford, was preaching one
Sunday evening on the swine possess
ed Of the devils. He had been rather
long in his discourse; SO, after say
ing, "They all ran violently down a
steep place into the sea-" he glanced
at his watch and added, hastily, "And
there we must leave them until next
Sunday evening."-From the Belfast
Ire.) News.
DON'T BE ENvIoUs.-The men or
women who envy those who happen
to be able to dress well and to enjoy
the measures Of life little more than