Ten cucumbers make one dime.
Ten watermelons make one dollar.
Ten bushels of wheat make one eagle.
THE GOSPEL CAR.
Because there are cars for the luxurious, and smoking cars for
those who delight in tobacco, some of the religious people of
Connecticut are petitioning the railroad companies to fit up
"Gospel cars." Instead of the card tables, they want an organ and
piano, they want the seats arranged facing the centre of the car,
so they can have a full view of whoever may conduct the services;
instead of spittoons they will have a carpet, and instead of cards
they want Bibles and Gospel song books.--_Chicago News_.
There is an idea for you. Let some railroad company; fit up a Gospel car
according to the above prescription, and run it, and the porter on that
car would be the most lonesome individual on the train. The Gospel hymn
books would in a year appear as new as do now the Bibles that are put up
in all cars. Of the millions of people who ride in the trains, many of
them pious Christians, who has ever seen a man or woman take a Bible off
the iron rack and read it a single minute? And yet you can often see
ministers and other professing Christians in the smoking car, puffing a
cigar and reading a daily paper.
Why, it is all they can do to get a congregation in a church on Sunday;
and does any one suppose that when men and women are traveling for
business or pleasure--and they do not travel for anything else--that they
are going into a "Gospel car" to listen to some sky pirate who has been
picked up for the purpose, talk about the prospects of landing the cargo
in heaven?
Not much!
The women are too much engaged looking after their baggage, and keeping
the cinders out of their eyes, and keeping the children's heads out of the
window, and keeping their fingers from being jammed, to look out for their
immortal souls.
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