The Newtown bee., 1907-04-05

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 unnoticed, mis- understood, despfsed; but the God who notes the isparrow's fall and forgets not the whereabouts of the humblest creature he has made called Gypsy" Smith forth to service as he called Amos from TGkoa of old, the rough plowman to give his rough message to the world. Sankey, the sweet min strel to whom God gave the beautiful one day, and, laying his hand on the young lads head, said, May God call you to do His work some day. faye, s'Gypsy" Smith says, as he speaks of 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
 TENIN9 EAR
 to hear this gypsy boy to-day. When I was in Brooklyn his name was On ev- night by trolley car or elevated train, business men in the city generally talk about flucta tions in stocks; fash iOnable women speak of their latest attire; simpering girls talk about their imagined victories in capturing hearts. I rode on the elevated trains people all around me talk abOut."Gyp- sy" Smith. Say, have you been to hear him?'' 'He is wonderful, isn't he?" "He has plain message" "What big crowd there was at Ply mouth last night.'' "Our store will fy7 US II Q noon tomorrow, and l m going to hear him." The old Huguenots used to in- tersperse their ordinary conversation with expressions like these: May thy soul prosper";; ''The Lord be with thee this day" f'If the richest man n Brooklyn were to climb a tree" said this evangelist, in speaking one even ing in Plymouth church on the story of Zaccheus, "because he was interest ed in religion, his friends would think do not say it is necessary for man to climb tree when he is seeking Jesus, but do say that no man will ever get anything until he seeks for it.; and one must enlist the head, the heart, the hands and the feet if he is ever going to find Jesus Christ.' It is a good sign when shopkeepers on the way home do not talk shop and when people in the midst of 8 great city'S feverish life become so interested in the way to salvation that the air around them is surcharged with ques- saved?" When souls become of more consequence than dollars and the sound of the going is heard in the tops of all the mulberry trees, the revival for which MT Moody, in the last few years of his life, confidently looked, and. heard in Brooklyn of what 'Gyp- sy" Smith had in sixteen short days done, I should say that in that city at least the rumble of Gods chariot wheels of deliverance was caught by every one above the din of the mart. lyn season that I heard Gypsy" Smith. He was evidently tired, very tired. For the last six months he has been speaking, unremittingly, two and three times day; and for this woses work which of n,s is are.t making s11gna+b as Rev Newell Dwight Hills, chair man of the committee which invited him across the seas, told us, he has re- cetved the mun1fcent recompense of S1, 400. From what I have read of "Gypsy" Smiths mission in Brooklyn fires from Portland, Me, across the land, should say that did not hear him this evening at his best; but
 HE IMPRESSED ME AS MAN OF GOD
 
 whose shoes latchet the most distin- guished doctor of divinity that Amer ica boasts might well stoop down to unloose. have seen Brooklyn go daft over Horse Show or a Society Circus; but have seldom seen the tides rise so high in the religious world. For these two weeks it seemed as if the waves came rolling in crested with white caps and broke with loud roar over the Sea-wall. That afternoon a drizzltng rain settled down over the city;i a cold, dreary rain that in Brooklyn's sea-girt atmosphere chills you to the marrow. The evening serv- ice was to begin at quarter of eight o'clock. By o'clock the crowd began to assemble before the doors of the Central Congregational church in Hancock street, There was nothing having done all, to stand; but a city crowd can always adapt itself to cir cumstances and wiring something good out Of things untoward. They filled up the hours of waiting by sending out on the misty air the tones of "Gypsy" Smiths favorite hymn, "Never Give Up" ''Throw out the life line" and ''There will be showers of blessing" also came in for their share of heart and voice. This man who makes the dry bones of the valley live was taking supper with the pastor of the church, cer Place, just across the way. The sound of the multitude singing rose above the chat over the teacups. The gypsy could stand it no longer. He excused himself from the table and rushed to the window. With face pressed against the pane, he looked out into the gathering gloom of the night, and remarked to pr Cadman: That's good! that's good! I guess we'll have a fine meeting tonight"
 They say, down in New York, that you can tell by the looks of a man whence he has come. If his left ear Is torn and a patch is over his eye and his trousers seam is ripped, he has come from the rush on the brooklyn Bridge, just after factories and busi- ness houses close for the day. With every moment bringing its swelling increment to the crowd and the mo- ments lasting from o'clock until a