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66th YEAR.
HONESDALE, WAYNE CO., PA., FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 26, 1909.
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NO. 94
IMPRESSIVE SERVICES AT GRACE
EPISCOPAL CHURCH YESTERDAY MORNING
BEV. DR. SWIFT, PASTOR OP THE HONESDALE PRESBYTERIAN
CHURCH, SPEAKER OP THE DAY.
Thanksgiving services were held
in the Grace Episcopal church by the
combined congregation of the Meth
odist, Presbyterian, Lutheran, Bap
tist and Episcopal churches. The
Rector, Rev. Whlttaker, conducted
the services, Revs. Wendell and Coe
Jien assisting, while Rev. Dr. Swift
preached the sermon. The choir
rendered excellent and appropriate
music. The collection taken was for
the benefit of St. Luke's Hospital.
The church was tastllly decorated
with autumn fruits. The congrega
tion was very large and were treated
to an excellent discourse by Dr.
Swift who prefaced his sermon with
the following remarks:
I would be altogether untrue to
myself and lost to every whisper of
honor if I did not publicly express
my keen appreciation of the invita
tion from the scholarly, genial,
broad-minded Rector of this church
to speak from this pulpit to-day. I
see In it no personal crown with
which to deck my own brow, but one
of the largest causes for thanksgiv
ing, in the breaking down of the
barriers that have stood in the way
of Christian fellowship not only, but
this manifest true oneness of the
church of Jesus Christ. I thank
God that I have lived to see this
day, and to unite with you in this
sweet service. I have selected my
text from Psalms 65:11 "Thou
crownest the year with thy good
ness; and thy paths drop fatness."
We need only to open our eyes,
and we will find abundant reason
for Thanksgiving. The "outgoing
of the morning and evening" have
been made to rejoice together. "The
pastures are clothed with flocks;
the valleys also are covered over
with corn; they shout for joy they
also sing." The poet regards the
crown as already set on a year of
goodness. He sees God's chariot
passing in triumph, and blessing over
the land, and leaving '-abundance-
wherever; it? Ij.tirjpifjv
mat is me irue rendering 01 tne
words, "thy paths drop fatness thy
chariot tracks drop fatness.") ."Out
in the uncultivated prairie, where
sweet grass unsown by man grows,
in the flush of greenery, the hills
that wears a girdle of forest trees
half way up towards their barren
summits, wave their foliage as if
glad; the Psalmist hears a hymn of
glad praise rising from all these
happy and sunny things; and for its
melody he hushes his own that he
and we may listen to "the fair mu
sic that all creatures make to their
great Lord."
"Thou crownest tne year with thy
goodness." Never was it more true
than to-day, as we gather for wor
ship in God's house. A year of
plenty! God's chariot wheels have
dropped fatness from Maine to Cali
fornia North, South, East, West Is
prosperity. The crops have been
abundant; the hum of industry
makes sweetest music; there is work
for all. The Lord hath done great
things for us whereof we are glad,
and up from the earth, and out of the
clear sky comes the voice, saying,
"What shall we render unto the iord
for all his benefits?" Shall not our
grateful response be, "I will take
the cup of salvation and call upon
the name of the Lord now in the
presence of all his people."
'Tls well sometimes to get the
cumulative force of the bless
ings that have rolled in upon our
lives. "Gratitude Is the memory of
the heart. In its exercise the heart
recalls its mercies, ana records them
as so many items of the debt to be
discharged. It differs from the mem
ory of the mind. The mind is a
day-book In which the entries are
temporary; but the heart is a ledger
Into which the day-book entries are
posted for permanent preservation.
How many of life's mercies never
get Into the ledger of the heart at
all! The Item was never posted.
Wore to be coveted and cultivated
than the memories of the mind with
its cold, dry chronicles is the mem
ory of the heart with its warm throb
bing remembrances of God's dally
benefits." Let us instead of trying
to count the mercies we have re
ceived, for that would be wearisome,
and a hopeless task Indeed, get, I
say the cumulative impression, for
as Van Dyke sings:
Do you give thanks tor this or that?
No, God be thanked,
I am not grateful.
In that cold, calculating way, with
blessings ranked
As one, two, three, four that would
be hateful!
I only know that every day brings
good above
My poor deserving;
I only feol that on the road of life
true lovo
Is leading me along and never
swerving.
Whatever turn the path may take
to left or right,
I think it follows
The tracing of a wiser hand, though
dark or light,
Across the hills and in the shady
hollows.
Whatever gift the hours bestow, or
great Or small,
I would not measure
As worth a certain price of praise,
but take them all
And use them all, with simple,
heartfelt pleasure.
For when we gladly eat our daily
bread, we bless
The hand that feeds us;
And when we walk along life's way
in cheerfulness.
Our very heart-beats praise the Lord
that leads us.
It Is said that Leonardo di Vinci
held a lyre in his hand while he
painted. "This was one of the se
crets of his superb work as an ar
tist his heart was Joyful no one
can do his best work with a sad
heart. It would be well if all of us
should learn to hold a lyre in our
hand as we work with the other,
whatever our duty or our task may
be." "The joy of the Lord Is our
strength."
Yes, I know all about the under
current of sadness In many hearts
as we come to this festival of cheer.
How hard it is to wear the smiling
face when hunger the hunger of
love Is gnawing at the heart, as we
think of one short year ago, and
of the empty chair at the fireside,
and the table; but God, in his wise
and loving purpose has led our
dear ones on, and has come into our
lives only to soften and refine ..us.
whjle in this way we become par-j
takers or tne Divine nature anaJth
glory that shall e reyealed'yfCf
VThere are.'so inany,. sorrowaSi anr
find
And thread them like a rosary of
pearls,
To count them o'er and keep them
all, In mind.-
A day of sunshine where we looked
for rain,
A sudden bird-sing when the skies
are gray;
The first frost-painted leaf that flut
ters down,
The breeze that blows some vexing
thought away;
The sleep that bears us far from toll
and care,
And gives new strength to meet
the day's demand;
Auu oh, above the rest, the faithful
friends
Who always love and always un
derstand. Yea, life hath many sorrows for us
all,
And hearts grow faint with long
continued ill;
But let us clasp our rosary of joys
And hold them In our dear remem
brance still."
One fact stands out supreme in our'
lives, if we are God's children, and
'tis true that he has revealed his
great heart in Jesus Christ, and that
Is: That he loves us and so makes
all things to work together for our
good; the storm the blinding
lightning the reverberating thund
er the crash of falling hopes life's
bitter disappointments. What a won
derful thing is human love, and yet
It only faintly tells us what God's
love means. Dr. Coyle tells us the
story of a mother's love the love
that comes nearest to God's love:
"In our great Civil War there was a
woman up in Maine who received a
letter which ran like this: "Willie
is sick; he is dying." The mother
read the letter, and looking at her
husband, she said, "Father, I must
go to Willie." "No, wife, you can
not go," he replied sadly. "It Is im
possible. You know there is a line
of bullets and bayonets between you
and Willie." She did what a Chris
tian mother always does when her
boy Is in peril. She laid the matter
before the Lord and prayed all night.
Next morning she said, "Father, I
must go "toWlUIe, I must."
"Well, wife," he said, "I do not
know what will come of this. I am
fearful, but If you will go, there is
the money."
She hastened to Washington. In
the White House was a man with a
heart as tender as a woman's, united
to a purpose as set and irresistible
as is the Mississippi river. She told
her errand, and brushing away a
tear, he handed her a paper, saying,
"There, Madam, that will take you
to the enemy's linos, but what will
become of you after you get there
I cannot tell."
She started, reached the line,
and was challenged by a picket. She
handed htm the pass. He looked at
It and at her and said, "We don't
take that here."
"I' know," she said, "but Willie,
my boy, Is dying In prison, and I
am going to him. Now shoot!" He
did not shoot, but stood awed, and
hushed in the presence of a love that
ws.i Invincible. Penetrating the
lines, she reached the hospital. The'
surgeon said, "Madam, you must be
very careful, your boy will survive
no excitement." She crept past cot
after cot and knelt at the foot of the
one where her boy lay, and putting
up her hands, prayed In smothered
tones, "O God, spare my boy." The
young man raised his white hands
under the sheet. The sound of his
mother's voice had gone clear down
into the valley and shadow of death,
where his soul was going out into the
silent beyond. Raising his hands
he Bald, "Mother, I knew you would
come."
"Whatever else we may let go,
whatever else may be swept from us
in the rush of years, whatever doc
trines may drop out of' creed, what
ever changes may come In Biblical
interpretation, or in church adminis
tration, let us hold on to this great
central truth of truths that God is
lovo, and hence, love can never fall.
There are a thousand things whtch
I cannot understand. Theories and
theorlzers go and philosophers often
dip away into shadow lands which I
cannot explore. But never shall I
cease to believe that my life and
your life are over-arched and under-girded
by the love of God. Never
shall I surrender the conviction that
love Immortal beats about us as
the ocean laves the beach of the is
land which it holds to its bosom;
that, though the heavens may "fall,
and the earth burn, and the judg
ment thunder, and eternity roll,
still we are encompassed by that love
that flamed out In Jesus Christ and
crystallized on Calvary. This was
the thought that calmed the heart of
our own Whlttler when he sang:
"I know not where his Islands life
Their fronded palms in air,
I only know I cannot drift '
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Kir
V'.Undisnbnsable, invincible, immor-
jot-iiiai" is inc.. iwniHfoi t
"'How; canrive uestrespo
heart of love? How best recognize
the goodness that has gone before
us. What can we give to him who
possesses all things? "What shall
we render unto the Lord for all his
benefits?" No wonder we stop
when we ask these questions, and
cease trying t osolve the problem.
But did not Will Carleton think
clear through and reach the right
conclusion when he asked and then
answered the question?
"The God above! What can we say
Or do, with eyes so dim
To make this Thursday-Sabbath day
Thanksgiving day to him?
What love, through grace and beauty
clad,
Can thrills to him Impart?
It may wrench our thought to
turn from our personal mercies the
love that has hallowed our homes
the aegis that has been held before
our community life, and abruptly
give our attention to the broader
field of national life. But this has
always been uppermost in my thought
on Thanksgiving day as the years
have come and gone, and I have
heard from beyond the stars the
voice saying, "Open ye the gates that
the righteous nation that keepeth
truth may enter in." 'Tls the proc
clamation of the President of the
United States that calls us to our
places of worship and 'tls here
always patriotic fervor burns at
white heat. With the wisdom of
maturer years, I have no desire to
change this custom, or dampen that
patriotic fervor, or change the tenor
of the message. Patriotism and re
ligion, In my conception of them,
are indestructably linked linked to
the thought and purpose of God.
"What God has joined together let
no man put asunder." There Is a
special reason why our thought
should be given to the national
theme to-day why the national an
them should burn within our hearts,
and leap in hot flames from our
tongues. We talk about America as
a world-power and it has become
such. But a world power in a sense
far beyond our dreams. No country
on the face of the earth is exerting
the Influence on the world that tho
U. S. A. is doing to-day. No flag
commands the universal salute as
does ours. I speak It not boastfully
I speak it reverently I speak it
hopefully I speak It with the pray
er upon my lips: " God save the
State!"
God give to us high Ideals, and
help us, at any cost, to realize them
for the sake of the world! For our
ideals are sooner or later to becomo
the Ideals of tho world. The changes
that are taking place everywhere
are marvelous and following each
other with a rapidity that is simply
startling. Within a year, yonder in
tho land of the "unspeakable Turk"
a constitution was born granting po
litical and religious liberty where be
fore no one had dared to whisper
the word "liberty." The scenes im
mediately following It were inde
scribable. One who was in that land
told this week of multitudes of young
men In that country who within
twelve hours of the granting of that
constitution spoke to thousands and
tens of thousand of what liberty
meant with an eloquence that stirred
the popular heart. The young man,
tall, soldierly, calm, but intensely in
earnest, who led the revolution that
resulted In dethroning the brilliant,
unscrupulous Sultan, one of the
greatest rulers that ever sat on a
throne, spoke recently In one of our
Protestant churches spoke from the
pulpit; then visited one of our mis
sionary schools, and then said, and
the words are most significant:
" When we introduce an educational
system Into Turkey, it will be mod
elled after the American school."
China, that for centuries had lived
its life untouched by the outside
world, Is looking to America to
guide her in her political, education
al, and religious revolution, for 'tis
nothing less than that of one of
God's greatest miracles, that will
lead God only knows whither!
The unselfishness of our govern
ment In returning the Boxer rebel
lion Indemnity fund has touched a
chord in China's heart that vibrates.
Korea will first become a christian
nation of these eastern counties
Korea once the hermit nation. Japan
in spite of the yellow journals feels
the power of American ideals, and is
rapidly incorporating them. No
wonder 850 men most of them busi
ness men, the foremost'buslness and
professional men have met in Scran
ton to listen to the call from the
world-wide field, for the King's busi
ness requireth haste, and we must
strike while the iron is hot on the
anvil. Seventy-five such gatherings
of laymen are tobe held all over our
land that an army of invasion may
be sent to win these lands for Christ.
Meanwhile much hangs on our own
national life remaining true to the
ideals of the fathers. Not for our
own sake alone, but for tne sake
of this wide world which; belongs fo
kindled at Christ's cross that has
been fused the one church. Our
great peril as a nation is that we
may lose our ideals, and so lose our
regenerating Influence. There lies
our greatest national peril. ThlB
dry-rot of commercialism honey
combs our free institutions and
threatens to bring to naught that
vast and critical experiment of de
mocracy and representative govern
ment which, In the providence of
God, we are set to try for the human
race. Meanwhile, what is the church
doing about the matter? Once in a
while she recognizes her duty and
faces It, but the church for the most
part preserves a discreet silence.
Her watchmen refrain their voices
though the enemy march with ban
ners to assault the walls of the city
of God. The church has a disin
tegrated conscience. It is "long" on
piety, but desperately "short" on
civic righteousness. What should the
church do? Just what its Master
and Founder did. He connected his
religion as immediately with the
commonest and most secular affairs
of life as with Its acts of piety. He
made common honesty, justice,
truthfulness, and integrity as much
a part of the service of God as pray
ers and sacraments. And the
Christian conscience still remains
the life and inspirations of all civic
and political reforms. If we will
only let It have a free course to-day
and not shut It up in any narrow,
ecclesiastical compartments of our
life, It will do the work of moral re
generation for our political and com
mercial world to-day. . This is the
paramount ethical business of the
Christian church to-day to let the
Christian conscience out of the nar
row limitations where we too often
confine It, and give it its rightful
sway over the whole common life of
man. The church is to teach men
to do business and to vote as they
pray, In the fear of God; to
go to the polls (as I have often said)
or to the legislature halls as they
go to the sacrament in the fear of
God. She is to speak as fearlessly
from her pulpit against the evils of
commercial dishonesty and political
corruption as she does against any
other evil, let It coBt what it may in
patronage, in gifts, or in social pres
tige. And until she does, she will
not commend her religion as valid
or virile to this ago and generation.
More than this, she is to sound in the
ears of her young men of this genera
tion, young men who are 'always
ready to answer the call to chivalrous
action, and even sacrifice, young men
who still dream dreams and see vis
ions. She is to sound In the ears of
these young men the call to righte
ous political and nonest commercial
careers, and make that call as holy
and imperative as tho call to her
ministry. There la no holler or
higher sphere to-day for the beat ser
vice of God and humanity for tho
Jesus Christ. And ho la .tQ.come
to hisjqwn.'l'r'lly Belle?- Vt)w?:
consecrated man, the man of tho
highest principles and most delicate
ly sensitive conscience, than this
same sphere of business and politics.
And there Is none that is apter, if
a man be true to his principles, to
develop the strongest and noblest
character, the finest heroism, the
truest sainthood. These are the new
quests for the new Knights of to
day, infinitely better than a crusade
for tho rescue of the holy sepulchre
from the hands of the Infidel. This
then is the call tho church should
lift up with trumpet voice in the
ears of her youth.
"God give us men; times like these
demand
Strong minds, great hearts, true
faith, and ready hand
Men whom the lust of office does not
kill,
Men whom the spoils of office can
not buy.
Men who possess, opinions and a will
Men who have honor men who will
not He
Men who can stand before a dema
gogue And down his treacherous flatteries
without winking.
Tall men sun-crowned, who live
above the clouds,
In public duty and In private think
ing." Here then lies the searching and
final test of our modern Christianity.
Can it produce such men to-day?
Can It produce to-day the type of
Christian who shall meet the needs
of this age; the man of solid con
science who rings true whenever
you strike him? It Is for us each to
answer that question. There is no
greater question before the church
to-day than this America must be
come the Ideal nation, that the ideal
may sweep the world up to God.
We owe our country the best we
can possibly give. At the West Point
Centennial observances, General Por
ter, in addressing the class about to
go forth, said: "In closing, let me
mention by way of illustration a
most touching, and instructive' "acjfme, !
which Ionce wltnesspcLat&e fwihuoT
meeting, in- thegreat ball tiff the
Srbonne, tfli Baris,,f or , the. piirpbs6
rof wardlSg ntpdalsfbonpip tdihbBB:
YAViMi AiVaJE-S: iSf-Jlisx Tii
flUbrarytvlff savin g'kuiMn lives at.
form. Tho story was recounted' of
how one winter's night, when a fierce
tempest was raging on the ruae
Normandle coast, he saw signals of
distress at sea, and started with his
father, the captain of a small vessel,
and the mate to attempt a rescue. A
wave washed the father from the
deck. The boy plunged Into the
seething, foaming, raging sea to
save him, but his attempt was in
vain and the father perished. The
lad struggled back to the vessel to
find that the mate had been swept
overboard. Then lashing himself
fast, he took the wheel and guided
the boat with its cargo df precious
human souls throughout the howl
ing storm safely Into port. The
minister of public instruction, after
paying a touching tribute to the
boy's bravery, in a voice broken with
emotion, pinned the medal to his
breast, placed In his hands a diploma
of honor and then seized the brave
lad in his arms and imprinted a kiss
on each cheek. For a moment the
boy seemed dazed, not knowing
which way to turn, as he stood there
with the tears streaming down his
bronzed cheeks, while everyone in
that vast audience wept in sympathy.
Suddenly his eyes turned toward his
old peasant mother, she to whom he
owed his birth and his training, as
she sat at the back of the platform
with bended form and wearing her
widow's cap. He rushed to her,
took the medal from his breast and
casting It and his diploma Into her
lap, threw himself on his knees at
her feet.
" Men of West Point," said Gen.
Porter, "In the honorable career
which you have chosen, whatever
laurels you may win, always
be ready to lay them at the feet of
your country, to which you owe your
birth and your education."
In speaking of the cathedral of
our national life, Ambassador White
said: "Day by day the structure
rises, its foundations great truths,
far more lasting than mere granite;
its pillars great rights, far more
beautiful than mere prophesy; Its
roof, great hopes, swelling higher
than any dome of bronze and gold.
And from its summit shall come
light, beaming brighter, flashing
farther than any that ever flung into
Serf's eyes from crown diamonds;
for it shall reflect that light of lib
erty and Justice which cometh
from the very throne of tho Almigh
ty. All the blessings of our free In
stitutions are ours because our nation
has been true to high ideals has
suffered and sacrificed that she might
be true to high Ideals. We stand
with uncovered heads before the flag
the banner of the free because
eternal righteousness la written In
blood across It. Appreciating as we
must, all that the flag stands for,
and the priceless privileges that are
ours because of our training under
the sacred Influence of Civil and Re
ligious llbei w ; privileges that aro
ours because" The mother has suffer
ed to give them to us. Let us lay in
her lap all wo have to give. And
write the record of personal loyalty,
Integrity give her what she aaks
the noblest, truest manhood. More
than that, "I believe," says Dr.
Coyle, "that America was predes
tined In the wisdom of God to be the
herald of this new liberty. I believe
It has been given to her to be the
leader In humanity's march from
the swamps and lowlands of national
friction, strife and conflict, from the
dark valleys of race prejudice and
hatred and animosity, from the so
cial abysses of greed and lust and
ambition up to the sunlit summits
of concern and fraternity and Jus
tice. If then I am not mistaken as
to the God-given mission of this Re
public, if it is from first to last re
ligious, we can see something of the
responsibility that is laid upon our
citizenship. To meet that responsi
bility, there must be the most ardent
patriotism and the most loyal devo
tion to our Father's God. 'God and
our country for all the earth' should
be our motto. With confidence In
Him who planted this vine, with His
name upon our coins, with his smile
upon our Institutions, with his spirit
in our leaders and rulers.
"We gird us for the coming fight,
And strong in Him whose cause is
ours,
In conflict with unholy powers.
We grasp the weapons He has given.
The. light, the truth, the love of
heaven."
Oh friends, let us once more light
the candle of our devotion from fires
on the altar of liberty then burn
and burn and burn to the socket!
S III CUILT
Girl. Hidden llnder Bed Says
Sfe Did NotDourder,
Hattie Leblanc Says Laundry Pro
prietor Attacked Her and Had
a Revolver She Thinks He ,
Shot Himself. :
Boston, Nov. 25. Hattle Leblanc, tho
girl arrested in the house of Clarence
F. Glover, tho laundry proprietor,
whom she Is accused of killing, was
arraigned and held in the district
court here.
The girl is only sixteen years old,
and when she was dragged from be
neath the bed where she says she had
been hiding three days without food
or water she looked like a frail child.
The story she told In court was as
follows:
"I was In Mr. Glover's laundry with
him Saturday night. I met him by
appointment. Ho was perfectly willing
to meet me. He was there when I
reached the laundry.
"I met him downstairs. We went up
to tho office on the second floor to
gether. We had a talk. Glover at
tacked me. He had a revolve? with
him. I don't know where he got the
revolver or why he had It.
"I didn't have, the revolver In my
hands at all. I never touched It. I did
not shoot him. I don't know who sho't
him. I think he shot himself. I left
him and was going through the win
dow on the floor below when I heard
the shot. I did not know he was shot
or what It meant. I went through tho
Parkway and Moody street. I hurried
to the Glover house.
"I remained In the house all the tlmo
up to the time I was found. No one
knew I wus there. I had nothing to
cat. I stayed in the same spot under
tho bed all the time. It was awful
cold, and I was awful hungry. I
thought I would starve to death. I did
not know Mr. Glover was dead.
"I hid away under the bed all that
time because I was ashamed of my
self and becnuso I was afraid. I was
not afraid of being arrested, but I was
afraid of what would happen if It be
came known that I had met Mr. Glo
ver in the laundry at night. Glover
said he would kill me If I told what
happened."
Tho police are working on tho theory
that a third person will be found who
can clear up tho mystery of the kill
ing of Glover.
Mrs. Glover, the widow of the victim
of the shooting, Is virtually n prisoner
In her homo. The house Is guarded
by the police, nnd Mrs. Glover has
boen notified that sho must not leave
under threat of arrest She did not go
in to eee her husband when be was
dying, although he asked for her pres
ence at his bedside.
Mrs. Glover told the police that cbe
bad no Idea that tho Leblanc firl had
been at ber house sine the shooting
though the girl was found undtr r bed
in th beuss.