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Dr. Broughton's fleeting in Greensboro
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section of Georgia.
America’s foremost evangelist, Dr. Len G.
Broughton, did the preaching thrice daily.
Prof. A. C. Boatman, Atlanta’s famous choris
ter, led the consolidated chorus, while Mrs.
Boatman and Miss Fern Boatman played the
two pianos in union with great skill and ar
tistic movement. The writer was glad to as
sume charge of the personal work.
Preaching and singing continued for a full
week before any invitation was given to sin
ners. There was much seed sowing. This week
was profitably spent in the strenuous effort to
uplift church members who had grown cold.
And then, too, so many picayune, personal
feuds existed. Foi example: A former city mar
shal and a former mayor had not spoken for
five years. They and their families members of
the same church. Two men, clerks in the same
store, members of the same church, had been
avowed enemies for several years. The lead
ing druggist and the richest man in Green
county had become estranged over politics and
they were at sword’s points. Two fine women,
belonging to the same church, one the Foreign
Missionary leader, the other the Home Mission
leader, had not been on speaking terms for
years. All of these personal difficulties and
many others were publicly adjusted amid fer
vent handshakings and congratulations. Three
sermons had been preached on ‘‘Forgiveness,”
and much delicate personal work done .
Personal harmony having been restored in
many hearts the message of salvation was giv
en to the lost. Sunday afternoon thousands of
men heard Dr. Broughton’s sermon at the tent.
Many accepted Christ. At the same hour the
writer preached to a thousand of the finest wo
men in Green county in the Presbyterian
If all lives were like some lives that ques
tion of faithless pessimism, “Is life worth liv
ing?’’ would never have been asked in this
world. ' From -The Bremen Gateway we clip
the following beautiful tribute to a beautiful
life — a devout Christian woman whose name
was the synonym of godliness, enriching her
community as few daughters of earth ever do,
making her life a blessing to every life she
touched.
Mrs. Upshaw is dead! The death angel
came and kissed her gentle spirit away as if
falling into sweet sleep, at 10:10 Thursday
morning, July Bth. Her death is a sad grief
and personal bereav lent to the entire town
and community.
In every relation of life, in every character
istic, she displayed the highest Christian in
tegrity and illustrated the brightest Christian
virtues. As a daughter, sister, wife, mother
or church member, she was the same modest,
loving, faithful character; and by her lovely
deportment bound hersetf with a “golden ev
erlasting chain’’ of confidence and affection
not only to her intimate friends but to every
acquaintance, for to know her was to love her
and confide in her.
Industrious, intelligent and modest, good
and true, she was in every way worthy of all
the love and devotion so freely bestowed upon
her, and our hearts sadden as we realize that
her benevolent face is now rigid in the fixed-.
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N a beautiful green lawn where the
two principal streets of the city
meet; under beautiful, mammoth
green trees the great white tent was
spread.
This was in Greensboro, the
Queen City on the line of the old
Georgia Railroad, and county seat
of Green county, the leading dairy
A BEAUTITUL LITE
Mrs. C A. Upshato, of Bremen, Passes to the Better Land.
church directly across the street. One definite
conversion resulted and forty devoted women
agreed to be active personal workers during the
final days of the campaign.
Monday night the good Lord set his stamp
of approval. All had been much in meditation
and prayer and in his own time and manner
God poured out his blessings in marvelous por
tion. The text that night was, “Prepare to
meet thy God.” The first general invitation
of the meeting was given. The chorus sang,
“There is a fountain filled with blood,” and
soon the crowd of sinners broke loose. Up
to the front the penitents came —meh and wo
men—old and young. Amid shouts of “Amen”
and “Glory to God” a host of lost ones defi
nitely decided to accept Christ.
All day Tuesday the tension was great.
Practically every sinner in Greensboro was
waited on personally and urged to come out on
the Lord’s side. At first a list of conversions
was kept, but soon they came so fast that all
effort by the clerks to preserve details was
abandoned.
Tuesday night’s text was: “Whatsoever a
man soweth that shall he also reap.” The
evangelist made a mighty effort and again the
sinners came in swarms.
No adequate description can be made of this
great blessing from God. This meeting will be
far-reaching. Visitors were present from all
over Georgia.
The farewell demonstration to Dr. Brough
ton and his party is worthy of detailed descrip
tion. Every business house in Greensboro
closed its doors and two thousand marched to
the railroad station singing the “Battle Cry”
and waving flowers and foliage. At the sta
tion more songs were lustily sung, prayers
were offered and glad hosannas rang. Tears
and kisses were mingled in sweet confusion.
As the train for Atlanta pulled out, Dr.
Broughton, the three Boatmans and the writer
all stood on the rear platform of the observa
tion car and soon the sweet strains of “God
be with you till we meet again” died away in
the distance.
R. C. WOOSTER.
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ness of death, her active hands folded over
pulseless breast, and the cold and unfeeling
earth presses upon and conceals her angelic
form.
Her consistent life, her stainless character,
her unwavering faith in her Redeemer, almost
qxcites our envy as we think of the bright hon
or she now wears and the sweet bliss she now
enjoys with the Saviour and His redeemer.
We have seen a picture with a shaft of light
reaching from earth to heaven. Up the long,
white rays dazzling in glory and transcendent
in beauty, an immortal soul is ascending to
the illumned heights—ascending to meet its
God. We think if any souls ascend in this
way, our sainted sister is one of the number.
The golden beams of this earthly glory shin
ing into the pure light of heaven move its ra
diant pathway to the stars. What an ascen
sion—earth’s glory under her feet, heaven’s
glory on her brow. The King in His beauty
hath greeted her with the welcome: “Well
done, good and faithful servant, thy former
loved ones are now thy companions, and thy
ears are saluted with music sweeter that mor
tal minstrel ever made.’’ Yet we miss her, we
mourn her; through the rifted heavens we
greet her with grateful tears and undying love.
We offer our tenderest sympathy to our
stricken brother, children and relatives. May
that grace which she has so long and faith
fully held up to others, come as a healing
The Golden Age for July 29, 1909.
balm to their wounded spirits in this sad, sad
adversity.
The funeral services were conducted by
Rev. J. W. King, of Buchanan, at the Metho
dist church, at Carrollton, Friday, after which
the remains were laid to rest in the Carroll
ton cemetery.
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Blue Ridge 'Encampment.
Next week, August 4-6, the B. Y. P. U. of
Georgia will hie away to the mountains for
recreation and high class in-
Summer spiration. The new Summer
Home Assembly has been located at
Forß. Y. P. U. Blue Ridge, where a spacious
of Georgia. auditorium has been erected,
a beautiful lake set like a pearl
in the mountains, and cottages and tents for
the camp, and the campers will delight the eye
and feast the soul and body of the Christian
workers. After the convention an encamp
ment program will follow, lasting about two
weeks, where some of the greatest leaders of
Georgia and the South will lead the people in
study and devotions. This is the first year of
this encampment which will be such a blessing
to young Christian workers from the moun
tains to the sea.
"Knee High ” Beer for Boys.
The dispensers of “knee-high” beer who sell
to minors had better lookout, for Judge
Broyles is on the warpath.
This is the police court recorder’s announce
ment since the appearance lately of a number
of such dealers in the police court. The
judge’s ire was especially aroused yesterday
when August Peterson, who conducts a near
beer saloon at 150 Marietta street, was charged
with and convicted of selling to Fred Weaver,
a fourteen-year-old lad, who went into his
place and played the “man.” Bond was fixed
at SSOO. Fred Weaver is the son of S. T.
Weaver, of 37 Gray street. The accused said,
the boy came into his place with his hat pulled
down and his coat collar high, and that he
said he was twenty-one.
The above was clipped from The Constitu
tion—and yet decent men fight for the con
tinuation of these shameful holes.
Three cheers for Recorder Broyles!
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Ought to Habe "Married Sooner. ”
Mr. Will D. Upshaw, Editor The Golden Age,
Atlanta, Ga.
My Dear Sir: I enclose herein my check for
$5.00 in settlement of my wife's back dues to
your splendid paper, and for the year's re
newal.
I have noticed that there has been a decided
change in “The Golden Age” for the past few
weeks, and, of course, thought it was on ac
count of the editor marrying a wife. The
editor should have married sooner. How
about that? With kind personal regards, I am,
Yours truly,
C. E. BAKER.
Cashier Third National Bank.
Fitzgerald, Ga., July 16, 1909.
An exchange puts it up to its delinquent
subscribers as follows: “If you have frequent
faiting spells, accompanied by chills, cramps,
corns, bunions, chilblains, epilepsy and jaun
dice, it is a sign you are not well and liable to
die any minute. Pay your subscription in
advance and thus make yourself solid for a
good obituary notice.
Ts our’s don’t pay up soon, we are afraid we
will not be so kindly disposed toward them.
We could get a little more genuine satisfac
tion from an application like the little boy pro
posed for his obstreperous sister. Fie had been
sent to bring a small switch with which to
chastise his little sister, who had been
naughty.
After he had been gone a long time he came
in with his hands full of clods of ‘dirt. “I
can’t find any switch,” he said; “here, throw
these at her.”
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