New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1917-06-18
Women Sob and Men Moan
at Word Picture of Un-
believers Death
98.264 Converted
In Campaign Here
Broken Resolutions Mended
When 1928 Hit Trail
on Last Day

time IN the New YORK VS.. Oenehhd
series last night, and at the close Of
his last sermon in New York he de-
clared he had piled up so many home
runs to Heaven that the devil was out
Of the running.
Twenty thousand men, women and
children struggled into the Tabernacle,
heard his last pleas and prayers for
New York, and, weeping and cheering,
bade him goodby.
Forty thousand others fought for
places in the big pine structure at the
morning and afternoon services. Thou
sands were turned away at all of the
meetings. All records for attendance
and trail hitters were broken. The
DAYS total Of converts was 1928, max
ing the total for the ten weeks 9S,264,
or twice the number converted during
the Boston revival.
Last Sermon Powerful
Sundays last sermon was powerful
exhortation to all who heard him to
grasp the last opportunity to receive
salvation. His text was from Exodus,
viii, 10: "And He said tomorrow"
He rallied his waning strength,
strained his spent voice and painted
with all his Characteristic wealth Of
detail the disasters which awaited the
procrastinatOr.
Il am begging you, praying you not
% hesitate" he told them. "You have
been coming here day after day and
saying tomorrow 10 all my pleas. Inc
devil is anxious tonight; if ne can
only get you by this meeting hell win.
I've small doubt that you'll be lost for
ever unless you're saved tonight" :,
Midsummer temperature prevailed
in the Tabernacle. which was crowded
so that The side planks creaked. with
the weight against them. SUNDAY
tore of MS coat and invited all the
men in the audience 10 follow suit:
The heat added TO the tensity and
nervousness Of the crowd.
Describes Christians Death
A gasp went up when Sunday. work
ing as he never had worked in previous
meetings here. described the horrors OF
death TO non-Christian.
Suppose | could come back here
fifty years from tonight; how many
of YOU would be here; how many OF
YOU would be under the sod?
would you be here, old man! No.
You you, you--would you be living the
proud and arrogant lives you lead to-
day? No, no. Only few of the chill
dren | see her would be alive TO greet
me; the rest of you would be rottlng
in your graves; suffering the fortunes
of the damned just because you passed
up this opportunity tonight.
Some a Few Hours from Death
Some of you are wearing mourning;
that tells me you've been 10 the Gene
terry. Some ones gone. Soon therell
be another funeral in your street; some
DAY therell be another name on the
coffin plate, and that name will be
yours. Oh, if l could only lift the cur
tain and show some of you how near
YOU are to DEATH Some of you arc
only a few hours away from the coffin
some Of you only hair'sbreadth from
hell"
There was silence in the big audito.
rum. broken only by the occasional
the fate that faced those who disre
garded his appeal. Women fannec
them selves agitatedly "a he told then
the Church was making no special et
tort to save them and that their ont
great opportunity would be gone attel
the revival was ended.
"I'm going away" he said softly
Farewell, fellow sinners leave yol
with God. I've pleaded and prayed
but | could not compel; I'll leave yol
10 moulder under the sod; till thu
Judgment Day breaks | bid you fare
we'll"
He walked off the platform in simu
lated disgust with New York and al
it's works. Reluctantly returning. HI
shouted:
"If you put it on money basis yol
haven't dough enough in your bank
10 make me work as | have WORKED
here for you. Well, I'm through will
you; you can come down if you wan
TO-"
Aged Moan as They Hit Trail
They came until the aisles wer,
racked and the lights of the Tab
ncracle dimmed by the sawdust clou'
thrown up from the trail by the fee
directed toward the place of salvation
Aged men, moaning petulantly at tn
slow progress Of the line, weepini
women, rceling as they walked; chill
dren, somewhat frightened at the crowC
and babies, frankly displeased with tn
procedure-all moved forward. Man
an the trail were "repeaters"-me
whose dissipated features plainly toll
the story Of broken resolutions. Crest
fallen, but confident, they pledged them
selves again.
Sunday was physically exhausted be
fore the line of converts had passed
His soft collar and silk shirt hung lik
vet rags TO his body. Even his whit
buckskin shoes were stained will
Precipitation. lie was lifted from hi
hand-shaking booth TO the platform
There he tried 20 make farewell ad
dress 20 the crowd, but his voice wa
not equal 70 the attempt.
The crowd, disappointed, waited unit
he had been bathed and rubbed dow
by his trainer. Then, as he left thi
Tabernacle. they surged round his au
tOmobile. cheering and shouting thei
fsrewells.
II was not until after midnight tina
the Fort Washington section adjacen
20 the Tabernacle and the Sunda.
home relapsed into its normal night.
quietude.
John D. Rockefeller. jr, addTesse'
the night meeting before Sunday be
gan his sermon. He thanked. on be
half Of the Campaign Committed
Mayor Mitchell, Police COMMISSIONS
Woods, Fire Commissioner Adamsor
the editors Of all the New York news
papers and others for the help give
The revival. Charles w. Gordon, bette
known a. Ralph Conner. the novelist
and Sid Gilbert Parker, the author
heard Sunday last sermon.
$4,000 In Free Will Offering
The fee vii onoring taken at u