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Marbelous Missionary Movement.
(Continued from Page 1.)
“As Phidias caused the statue of Minerva to be
lifted to its place on the Acropolis that Athenians
might come under the spell of its influence, and love
honor and glory more than life, so God has given
you to our Southern land to teach succeeding ages
how to live and be nobly great.
“On behalf of your brethren here assembled, T
now have the honor and happiness to present to you
this beautiful cane.”
Led by Capt. Frank Cunningham, the guests in
the dining room arose and sang, “Blest Be the Tie
that Binds,” and then Dr. Hawthorne, his face
shining with gratitude, tenderness and love stirred
all hearts by such a response as only the old man
eloquent could make.
Then Dr. D. W. Gwin, who originated the idea,
arose and read the following beautiful original
poem dedicated to Dr. Hawthorne:
The Vine.
I saw one day a creeping Vine
Had thrust itself ’twixt window bars;
How planted no one could divine,
But ’twas heading for the stars.
It long had grown in cellar dark
By light of single ray of sun
Whose gleam awoke its little spark
Os life, and bade it upward run.
Tn home of fulness, pure and bright,
It knew there dwelt this friendly ray
Which bade it leave its chilly night,
And leap to kiss the god of day.
As time sped on, it crept aloft,
And donned the richest velvet suit;
Ten thousand rays, life-warm and soft,
Had wrought in clusters sweetest fruit.
’Twas thus my soul in pris’n did ope
To welcome God’s sweet beam of love —
A promise sure which bids me hope
I’ll fruit in perfect Day Above.
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Among the Workers.
The long delayed duty that Christians owe to the
Master on account of the ills that human flesh is
heir to is happily claiming a large measure of at
tention. The hospitals now in Atlanta directly
connected with one or more of the churches have
been frequently mentioned. They are all new, all
flourishing, all growing in favor and usefulness.
On my table lies a beautiful souvenir of the May
field Sanitarium. On page 22 is a picture of a
three-story, side hall, brick house at 1914 N. Elev
enth street, St. Louis, at which it is stated that
Baptist sanitarium work began in America in 1884.
Since then, many institutions requiring millions of
dollars have been established to care for the sick
and wounded in the name of Christ. At the South
ern Baptist Convention at Chattanooga last May,
was organized the American Baptist Hospital Asso
ciation. Its object is to effect the building of hos
pitals at any place in the world that one is needed,
and that can be reached by this association. Tn
the last published roster are the names of seventy
four of the choicest spirits among Southern Bap
tists. Among these are counted from Atlanta, four,
namely: L. G. Broughton, AV. W. Landrum, AV. J.
Northen and AA r . D. Upshaw. This Association will
doubtless enroll thousands before many months
have passed.
Through its efforts already a hospital is provided
for at Laichowfu and immediately another is pro
jected for Pintu.
Every now and then the question comes up:
Why do not men go to church meetings? In the
recent meeting of National Church Clubs at AVash
ington, Rev. Mr. Butler, of Pennsylvania, said
seventy-five per cent of the sermons of these days
could be dispensed with to the advantage of the
church. He thought “the time is past for fright
ening man into religion by visions of hell fire.
There must be something more tangible, more rea-
The Golden Age for May 23, 1907.
sonable, behind * the argument than the mere as
sertion of brimstone and other things of the sort.”
Exactly contrary to this notion are these ex
tracts front a recent sermon by Sam Small:
“Christ meant His church to be a militant force,
as He was Himself. He meant it to be a flaming
army of zeal, indignation and warfare on the pow
ers of evil AVhen the churches lay
off from trying to preach men up to Heaven and
set all their forces to preach them out of the ev
eryday hell of their present lives, men will go to
hear that kind of Gospel Men flock
to fires, fights and foot races. They want to see
something doing. They will pay fifty cents apiece
by the thousand to see eighteen hired ball-players
chase over an acre of ground for two hours. AVhy?
Because they are hitting something and winning a
victory! They will not go near a church, a pulpit
and a preacher, free of charge, who is hot about
nothing, who hits nothing and nobody, and who wins
nothing but his annual salary!”
”Sunset Cox.”
The name “Sunset” Cox has been used by all
who spoke of the late Samuel Sullivan Cox, so long
that probably many have forgotten that it was not
his real name. It is said that the sobriquet was fas
tened upon him by his description of a sunset,
which we give below:
“What a stormful sunset was that of last night!
How glorious the storm and how splendid the set
ting of the sun! AA r e do not remember ever having
seen the like on our round globe. The scene opened
in the AVest, with the whole horizon full of golden,
interpenetrating lustre, which colored the foliage
and brightened every object into its own rich dyes.
The colors grew deeper and richer ’until the golden
luster was transfused into a storm cloud full of the
finest lightning, which leaped in dazzling zigzags
all around over the city. The wind arose with fury,
the slender shrubs and giant trees made obeisance
to its majesty. Some even snapped before its force.
The strawberry beds and grass plots ‘turned up
their whites’ to see Zephyrus march by. As the
rain came and the pools formed, and the gutters
humed away, thunder roared grandly and the fire
bells caught the excitement and rang with hearty
chorus.
“The South and East received the copious show
ers and the West all at once brightened up in a
long-polished belt of azure, worthy of a Sicilian
sky. Presently a cloud appeared in the azure belt
in the form of a castellated city. It became more
vivid, revealing strange forms of peerless sanes and
alabaster temples and glories rare and grand in the
mundane sphere. It reminded us of AVordsworth’s
splendid verse in his ‘Excursion’:
“ ‘The appearance instanteously disclosed
AVas of a mighty city ; boldly lay,
A wilderness of buildings sinking far.
And self-withdrawn into a wondrous depth.
Far sinking into splendor without end. ’
“But the city vanished, only to give place to
another isle, where the most beautiful forms of fol
iage appeared, imaging a paradise in the distant and
purified air. The sun, wearied of the commotion,
sank behind the green plains of the AVest. The
‘great eye in Heaven,’ however, went not down with
out a dark brow hanging over its departing light.
The rich flush of the unearthly light had passed,
and the rain had ceased, when the solemn church
bells pealed, the laughter of children rang out and,
joyous after the storm, was heard tlie carol of
birds; while the forked and purple weapon of the
skies still darted illumination around the Starling
College, trying to rival its angles and leap into its
dark windows.
“Candles are lighted. The piano strikes up. We
feel it is good to have a home, good to bo on the
earth where such revelations of beauty and power
may be made. And as we cannot refrain from re
minding our readers of everything wonderful in our
city, we have begun and ended our feeble etching of
a sunset which comes so rarely that its glory should
bp committed to immortal type.”
'The Sunny South. ”
We publish below the words of a stirring patriot
ic song, “The Sunny South,” written by Mrs. Julia
L. Spalding, which was composed to be sung
at the unveiling of the John B. Gordon monument
on May 25. It is set to a stirring tune, and both
for its words and music is a beautiful composition.
Tho’ this world I’ve traveled over and have sailed
its many seas,
Still my heart turns back to Dixie Land with fond
est memories,
To the land of the sweet magnolias, where the birds
sing gay and free,
My home the sunny Southland, the dearest spot vo
me.
Refrain:
Hooray for the sunny South,
Hooray for the sunny South,
Hooray for Dixie Land and her noble heroes grand,
For her they gave their loyal heart and hand.
Hooray for the sunny South,
Hooray for the sunny South,
Hooray, hooray, hooray, for the dear old boys in
gray,
Hooray for the sunny South!
When I think of all her heroes and the cause they
fought to save,
When I think of Lee and Johnston and Jackson
true and brave,
Gordon, Longstreet, Wheeler, Forrest, many others
great and good,
I cherish more than ever my loyal Southern blood.
Refrain.
On a cloudy, misty morning of a day we know so
well,
AVhen the gallant Gordon led his men through fly
ing shot and shell,
They checked the foe, they hurled them back, they
won the bloody fray,
And Gordon rode to victory that glorious twelfth
of May.
Refrain.
’Twas at Spotsylvania court house, when the peer
less chieftain, Lee,
Sought to lead our Gordon’s line of gray to check
the fierce melee,
But the young and loyal heroes yelled “Lee to
the rear!” that day,
And Gordon led to victory, that glorious twelfth
of May.
Refrain.
From war’s blight and desolation, Phoenix-like she
sprang to life,
Her mines, her fields, her factories, all throb with
peaceful strife;
Her loyal sons and daughters fair —a joyous, happy
band,
At Freedom’s shrine still worship, and love their
Dixie Land.
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Professional.
One morning Rufus Choate’s clerk informed him
that a gentleman had called and wanted him to un
dertake a case. “Ah! And did you collect the
regular retaining fee?” “I only collected $25, sir. ’’
The regular fee was SSO, and Mr. Choate said:
“But that was unprofessional; yes. very unprofes
sional!” “But, sir,” said the clerk, apologetically
and anxious to exonerate himself from the charge,
“I got all lie had.” “Ah,” said Air. Choate, with
a different expression, “that was professional; yes,
quite professional.” —Indianapolis Star.
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Without distinction, without calculation, without
procrastination, love. Lavish it upon the poor,
where it is very easy; especially upon the rich, who
often need it most; most of all upon our equals,
where it is very difficult, and for whom perhaps we
each do least of all. —Henry Drummond.
W. T. WINN, General Insurance, representing
several of the best companies in all lines.
Phones 496. 219 Empire Building,
Refrain:
well,