The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1906-05-07
Christians Should Govern.


| hell.
Christians Should Govern.
God help me to save you from the
| gang. The time has come when Christian
men are needed to run this Christian
country, and the time will come when
| you can't elect even a constable who
drinks. A boy friend of mine promised his
| mother on her death bed that he would
not do the things, or go into places after
! her death, that he did not do In her
| lifetime and although he had every ex-
cuse for taking a drink; he was secre-
| tary to the governor of Tennessee, who
was one of those hail fellows well met
or hail fellows fell wet he had fixed the
| thing once for all at his mothers death
bed Boys fix some things In your lie
| The devil makes another bid.
Some one please lend me two silver
dollars. | never saw your faces brighten
so. If there is one thing that Birming-
ham loves 1t Is money. When these dol
lars are not directly within the line of
vision your view of things is not OBJ
structed, but when they are placed In
front of your eyes like glasses, they make
you blind. You are blind to everything
else. The man who CANDLES surrenders
the honor of his character, all that Is
good But you say you have got to have
money. You can't see God. Sam Jones and
| were in New Orleans fighting the Louis
lana lottery. | thank God | had a chance
to shoot into that thing, to see 1t wound
ed. An old Confederate general who had
lost an arm. stood on one leg, the only
one he had and looked out of one eye
for he didn't have but one-was approach
ed with regard to signing bill to allow
the lottery to run on. The old fellow
saw the drift of the thing, and he said
| lost an eye a leg and an arm fighting
! for what l thought was right, and | will
lose all and fall in darkness to my grave
before / will sign that bill.
What this country needs Is a man
who can't be bought, like Joe Folk. Thank
God for him.
when Robert e. Lee came home from
the war and didn't have anything. the
Louisiana lottery offered him $4,000 to
sign his name. I have nothing left but
my name and character General Lee
said, and neither is for SALE | thank
God that the south was represented by
such man. There is money in 1t Daniel,
is the devils cry. love a man who
won't sell out. ! love clean man. The
hope of this country Is for young men
and old men to say If its right am for
It, | like fellow not like mule colt,
to follow anything that comes down the
pike but fellow who goes by himself.
Recent Local Tragedy.
Il see you have closed up a saloon here,
but it will only stay closed long enough
for the blood stains to be erased and then
it will be open again to keep on MAX
ing money in the same way as before
II heard man preach once whose
, matchless eloquence held me spellbound
1t was at Emory and Henry college.
asked who he was. The president told
Z San
he told me the story of Samuel De Bust.
He was a poor boy who lived few miles
from the college and applied for the place
of ringing the bell to pay his tuition He
was told that he might work his way
| through college in this way II he would
| do his own cooking. When De Bust was
| told he might ring the bell for his tut
| ton he went home in ecstacies and told
his old mother about 1t. She said My
| son, what have you to cook? How can
| you live on cornbread and molasses? The
| boy said: Very WELL He entered col
! lege and as he came to Latin and Greek
he swept everything before him. He mas
tered all the studies that he came to.
Finally there was to be a match for the
| Robertson medal of oratory and he told
his mother that he was going to try for
| It, There never was heard such literature
ais fell from his classic lips 1t was like
| the limpid brook that dashes down the
mountain side, the rainbows playing In its
crystal cataracts, down to the lovely lake
| in the valley where it eddies among the
water lilies and breathes forth the spirit
| of the flowers like the perfumed seas or
| old. And when he was presented with
the gold medal all the society girls Won
dered what he was going to do with 1t.
He walked straight back in the audience
| to his odsmother who sat back there in
| her sun bonnet, and he put that blue rib
bon with the medal on 1t around her neck.
| THERE wasn't dry eye in the audience.
I.like the fellow who sticks to his mother,
the fellow who makes her calico royal blue
! when his mother wears 1t. Thank God
| for the boy who. when he comes to society
| customs or business customs, kicks them
! clear over the moon when they are in the
way of right If there Is man here who
| puts his foot down come up and give me
| your hand. want every man here who
| feels an impulse to come up. Do you
know what an impulse Is? 1t is like the
| wing of a bird; come down on 1t and you
go higher"
Nearly hundred went up and shook
hands with the preacher at the conclusion
| of his talk.