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The Golden Age
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LATE BELOVED SAM P. JONES.
Wtf Lose a Chei ished Triend.
Less than a month ago we held sweet converse
with him in Baltimore, and now the hands we clasp
ed are folded and the heart
Rev. M. E. Parrish, that loved us is still.
Who Loved The It is not immodest to say it
Golden Age, Is —we only echo his own
Called “Up Higher.” warm-hearted words that de
clared his unusual love for
this paper and its editor. And who in this work
aday, rush-away world does not love to be loved? And
who does not cherish with “miser care” the mem
ory of the heart that felt and the lips that spoke
that love? In that genial good humor so character
listic of M. E. Parrish, he sang out the cheery words:
“And tell that editress, Margaret Beverly Upshaw,
that I enjoy her “Piney Woods Sketches” more even
than I do Broughton’s sermons or Upshaw’s edito
rials. She has helped me to make many a speech
that “caught” a crowd. I always turn to “Piney
Woods Sketches’ first.” And what editor wouldn’t
be glad to have the laurel thus placed on the brow of
his “guiding star?”
And there in Salisbury, N. C., where this big
hearted, godly man was pastor eight years and
where, they say, the very walls of the beau
tiful church he erected in a miracle of triumph,
“seem cemented by his blood and tears,” the writer
heard the name of Parrish on every lip and found
the flowers of love and kindness blooming wher
ever he stepped. And wherever this sunny, sincere
and valiant spirit labored his former members min
gle their tears with his sorrowing Portsmouth con
gregation.
We are better and stronger because we felt the
hand-clasp, knew the heart-beat and feasted on the
•fellowship of such a man of God as M. E. Parrish.
God bless his memory.
The Golden Age for June 16, 1910.
THE CALL OF THE GENUINE
A COMMENCEMENT ADDRESS THAT ‘STRIKES FIRE.”
The Commencement season is always fruitful of
speeches that are golden and truths that are fine.
Many there be who suffer them-
Read These selves to grow careless concerning
Golden Words commencement utterances, saying:
to Your “O, that is just a commencement
Boys and speech. It is expected at a time
Girls. like this.”
But why not? What college pres
ident —what commencement orator can fail to do his
best when he looks on boys and girls before him —
the undergraduates who are in their plastic, unform
ed state, or on those who have finished their courses
and who are listening to the imperative call “beyond
the campus gate”?
“A sentence hath formed a character and a char
acter hath subdued a kingdom.” Os all the college
addresses delivered this year which are capable of
forming the characters that will subdue out in the
waiting, watching world, we doubt if any commence
ment audience in America has heard one more beau
tiful, quickening and inspiring than the baccalau
reate address of President R. T. Vann, of Meredith
College, at Raleign, North Carolina. It was only
natural that the four hundred girls before him should
receive the added inspiration from his words, be
cause of the physical handicap under which this
great heroic figure in the field of Christian education
in the South has fought his battles and won his vic
tories. Standing there with no hands at all, one
would naturally think of the cheery, optimistic re
mark attributed to him: “I don’t see what anybody
would want with more than one hand.” We find
ourselves wondering if Ire has wrought so wonderful
ly with none, what would he have done with one—
or even two?
But we are keeping you from the words of music
and the speech of gold. Let every parent among our
readers gather their hopeful, ambitious children
about them, and read to them the following extracts
from the deathless commencement message of Rich
ard T. Vann:
“WHAT SHALL I MAKE OF MYSELF?”
Be sure to make something that the world needs,
not necessarily something that it wants, because it
often wants what it ought not to have. It is gen
era’ly easier to make what it wishes than it is to
make what it needs. Alas, it often wants shams;
it will buy and pay for shams in merchandise, in
society, in education, in religion, in everything,
partly because the sham is cheaper than the real
thing, and it is cheaper because it is more easily
made. But the world after a while is apt to detect
shams and reject them. So if you offer only what
it wants, you will be in danger some day of finding
no market for your wares.
The thing which you will have to offer the world
in exchange for its benefits is yourself. You will
express that self in words or deeds but back of all
words and deeds, people will look for personality, and
it is this that will be the ultimate value on what you
say or do. Now, since men are apt to find out by and
by just w hat you are, it would save time and trouble
if you would start out by letting them see what you
Seaborn Wright at Wesley Memorial.
“The negro is not the only criminal,’’ shouted Sea
born Wright, the eloquent Roman, at the new Wes
ley Memorial auditorium in
Eloquent Roman Atlanta last Sunday after-
Electrifies Crowd On noon, “the criminal white
“Law and Order.” man who defies all law, and
especially the law against the
sale of liquor, largely makes the negro criminal what
he is.” This was the keynote of a masterful address
under the auspices of the Anti-Saloon League. His
ringing prophecy that such fearless fidelity as Judge
Nash Broyles, Atlanta’s famous Recorder, has shown
in sentencing criminals, will some day cause the
people of Georgia to rise up and make him Governor
was received with a wild storm of applause.
Seaborn Wright is a patriot, pure and unselfish.
He is traveling over Georgia today at his own ex-
are; that is, by being what you seem. And if you
begin by really trying to be what you seem, you will
soon be trying very hard to be your best; and this,
my dear girls, is the highest aim of all culture.
You will perceive that I have been trying to stim
ulate your aspiration for such genuineness and
strength that these will appear in all that you utter
or attempt. But such a character requires not only
high ideals, but also long afld painful labor in the
making; and, what is essential in all great buildings,
a sure foundation. A master-builder in this line has
offered a suggestion which it will not be improper
for me to recall to any class graduating from this
institution. He said: “He that heareth these say
ings of mine and doeth them, I will liken him to a
wise man who built his house upon a rock.” The
house is your character, and the rock, obedience to
the will of God, which means righteousness. Such
a house, like that which rests on sand, is to be
tested, and the testing begins now. The rains and
floods and winds do not wait for the last Great Day;
they begin their assaults at once and continue them
through life. But the house that can resist the
storms of life can survive the fires of the -Judgment
Day. Enter honestly and heartily into your work,
whatever its kind. “Whatsoever thy hand hand
findeth to do, do it with all thy might.” And it may
help you to remember that the might of an earnest
soul is not very far removed from almightiness.
One day some years ago, an army corps of France
under the second Empire witnessed a thrilling scene.
Its commander had summoned a young woman, a
nurse, and standing with her before the troops, he
said: “Sister Marie Theresa, when scarcely twenty
years old you were wounded in the battle of Bala
klava, while devoting yourself to the wounded sol
diers. At Magenta you were wounded again in
the front line- of battle. After that you nursed
our warriors in Syria, in China, and in Mexico. At
the battle of Reichshofen you were carried wounded
from the field, amid a heap of slain cuirassiers. Later
a bomb-shell fell into the midst of the ambulances
committed to your care. You immediately siezed
it and carried it some yards away, where it exploded,
wounding you seriously. After your recovery, you
followed your vocation here to Tonkin.” He then
requested her to kneel down, and touching her thrice
with his sword in token of knighthood, he added:
“In the name of the French people and the army, I
confer upon you the Cross for Tried Bravery. No
body can show more heroic deeds to merit it, no
body can claim a more self-denying career, or one
more entirely devoted to the service of his fellow
men and his fatherland. Soldiers of France, present
arms.” And an army corps stood saluting while the
lilies of France were dipped in honor of an humble
little woman, who had simply put herself into her
work.
Your careers are not likely to lead to the fields
of carnage; but every life is a battle and every soul
that puts its best effort into the service of the hour
is heroic. May grace be given you—and I could
utter no better prayer for you—may grace be given
each of you so to live that you may win the. supreme
knighthood from the hand of God.
pense making these clarion addresses on law en
forcement. Such patriotism is rare and inspiring.
In Memory of Sam Jones.
One of the most beautiful incidents that has oc
curred during the inspiring campaign to raise $75,-
000 for the completion of Dr. Broughton’s great Tab
ernacle in Atlanta is the gift of SI,OOO by Mrs. Sam
P. Jones. Broughton and Sam Jones loved each
other like brothers. Each recognized the other’s
greatness and knew his rare worth to the world.
Atlanta’s memorial service after the great Methodist
evangelist’s death was held in Broughton’s Baptist
Tabernacle. And when this beautiful gift came from
Mrs. Jones, the deacons met at the Tabernacle and
voted to name one of the rooms in the new Taber
nacle, The “Sam Jones hall.”
