The Newtown bee., 1907-04-05

just as after drive on a dusty day we | brush our clothes. I do not mean that | country folks are away behind tneir the reverse. The man who looks off on the green hills from the quiet of | his veranda has the time for medita- tion which the man amid the nerve straining noise of the city does not; may be doing the thinking, but they are certainly doing the pushing. In one of these brushing-up processes l found myself in Brooklyn week ago. A sad errand had called me th1ther; but when loving hands had done all that love could suggest for one who had passed beyond our kin, l took oc- casion to feel the city's pulse. That pulse was beating warm with throb- ping devotion to Gypsy" smith the dred years will write the names of only four great evangelists, and into this quarte5te of world-stirring men "Gyp- sy'' Smith easily comes. Dwight l.. Moody was clerk in Chicago shoe store. God put his hand upon him and called him to larger service. The world at first had no place for him, and even Gods church did not want him. He did not know much about books; in fact, Gods Book was about He could hardly hold bis own, all
 trough his life with school-boy of sixteen in writing a correct letter. The church to which he applied for some work to do put him oH TOT one year; but when he really got into the l harness. he wrenched the city's gates | of their hinges, pulled down strong | holds of sin that stood firm as Gibral- | tar, placed one hand on America and the other hand on Europe, and, backed rocked two Continents toward God. So it is with this man of God who shakes to-day cities with his tread; like Lincoln, like Clay, like Evan Rob erts, he comes from an humble roof
 tree. His father and five motherless children were living in an obscure gyp- sy camp on the edge of an English for | est. The church people passed them by. There they lived unnot1ced, mis- understood, despised; but the God who not the whereabouts of the humblest creature he has made called 'Gypsy" Smith forth to service as he called Amos from Tekoa of old, the rough plowman to give bis rough message to
 the world. Sankey, the sweet min
 strel to whom God gave the beautiful
 gift of song,. came to that gypsy camp
 one day, and, laying his hand on the
 young lads head, said, .'May God cal!
 you to do His work some day. "Aye, "
 his converson, "I think I heard Jesus say, as He put His loving arms around
 me, The world shall hear of this gyp-
 sy boy.
 THE WORLD IS BENDING LOW ITS LIS
 TENINa EAR
 to hear this gypsy boy to-day. When
 was in Brooklyn his name was on ev- teryone's lips. As they go home at
 night by trolley car or elevated train,
 business men in the city generally
 talk about fuctations in stocks: fash
 ionable women speak of their latest
 attire; simpering girls talk about
 their imagined victories in capturing
 hearts. rode on the elevated trains
 and trolley cars and heard these same
 people all around me talk about "Gyp.
 sy' Smith. Say, have you been to
 hear him?' "He is wonderful, isn't
 he?" "He has a plain message. ,
 "What big crowd there was at Ply . give us an extra quarter of an hour al
 noon tomorrow, and I'm going to heal : him.'' The old Huguenots used to in
 tersperse their ordinary conversation with expressions like these: May thy
 this day. of the richest man ir
 Brooklyn were to climb tree, saie
 this evangelist, in speaking one even
 ing in Plymouth church on the stor.
 of Zaccheus, "because he was interest
 ed in religion, his friends would thinl
 that he had gone clean mad. Now E do not say it is necessary for man t' r. climb tree when he is seeking Jesus : but do say that no man will ever ge c. anything until he seeks for it; an( N one must enlist the head, the heart
 the hands and the feet if he is eve
 going to find Jesus Christi It is l,
 good sign when shopkeepers on th' n way home do not talk shop and wheI fl, people in the midst of a great city e feverish life become so interested 1T n the way to salvation that the ai if around them is surcharged with ques .e tion marks, "What must I do to b ,- saved?" When souls become of nor Is consequence than dollars and th t sound of the going is heard in the top IT of all the mulberry trees, the reviva 't for which MT Moody, in the last fey a years of his life, confidently looked a will be at our doors. By what l say . and.heard in Brooklyn of what "Gyp l. sy" Smith had in sixteen short day IT done, I should say that in that city 8 1. least the rumble of Gods chario n wheels of deliverance was caught b. if every one above the din of the mart n It was the last evening of his Brook .r lyn season that I heard "Gypsy' n- Smith. He was evidently tired, yer r, tired Fnr tha last, six nOnthS he ha