Year: 1878

the story Of suffering and salvation
Of Him who died for just such
wicked ones as they. This is Peter
Dryers mission-a mission for the
refuse of the slums. The repentant
thief can here find one who like
himself, has worn the convicts garb
and chain and the harlot, spotted
with moral leprosy and sin; and al
most loathsome to the touch, can
here find one like herself, clinging
to the foot of the cross, expecting
to receive, like the Magdalene OF
old, the mercy which the world
denies.


I suppose we may call these high
and low churches-the one so high
and the other so low that it seems
they can never coxue together. I
lave often asked myself if there are
not two heavens. It cannot be
possible that these saints in velvets
and gold can ever in this world or
the next find an abiding place with
these sinners in homespun and
rags. Poor Peter Dwyer finds it
hard to pay the rent of his little
temple, the plastering Of which is
all cracked and scanned, and ready
to tumble about the heads Of the
worshipping congregation.


Are the souls Of these repentant
outcasts Of less value in the sight
of God than those whose names are
to be found swelling church bene.
factions, and foremost in the gifts
to charitable associations. Will any
one help Peter Dwyer? Will some
person who reads this extend the
hand of fellowship to this rude but
earnest apostle? He may not be
able to expound the mysteries OF
the Gnostics, to unra7el the lore Of
the Sanscrit, or detect the crudities
of the Koran, but to untutored sin
ners like himself, foundering in the
Slough Of Despond, OF battling
through the Valley Of the Shadow
of Death, be can speak in tones as
thrilling as those which thundered
forth from the Acropolis when Paul
amazed the hearts of the Athenians
with the wonders of the unknown
God. Will some Of the saints who
annually gather in Exeter Hall or
the fremont Temple, or perchance
at the Cooper Institute, to consider
the wants of the heather, cast an
eye on thesefamishing sinners, per-
ishing for gospel bread. No need
to cross the ocean to seek for souls
to save, for they are around us
here by thousands, struggling,
sinking, dying, and dying the death
which some of the sentinels on
Zion's hill tell us shall never, never
end.


Notwithstanding the mild winter,
there has been much of suffering
and sorrow. The comfortable mer-
chant and mechanic, wrapped in
his double Ulster and fastening to
his home, warmed with Baltimore
heaters and comfortable with all
the Appliances of our modern civ
ilization, is apt to forget that a poor
woman or wretched child, ,shivering
in calico and rags, may possibly
suffer from cold even when the
thermometer fails to mark ten de-
grees below zero.


"Beware of the 7idders," said the
elder Samivel Weller ; and if James
Lorimer Graham had profted by
Mr.. Weller's experience he would
not now have been brought to grief.
To those of your readers who are
ataIl acquainted with the creme de la
creme of our Knickerbockers, Ineed
not say that James Lorimer Gra-
ham represents the highest seat IN
the Sanhedrin. AS an old-time pol
itician he was success ; his house
was the center of social grace and
hospitality, and the dinners he gave
to wandering dukes and vagabond
counts were the envy Of old Philip
Hone, who imported a French cook
for the purpose Of getting even
with the Grahams. Daniel Webster,
Henry Clay, Kossuth, and even the
defunct Emperor of the French, at
different times have toasted their
toes underneath his mahogany. The
Grand Sachems of Tammany were
no less welcome than the Wings,
but that was before Sampson had
been shorn of his locks, or Delilah
had corrupted his heart. Well,
this ancient respectability under
took the management Of q widows
fortune and as 7onp as the dlyl-