. T. DeWitt Talmage : his life and work : biographical edition . he image of God; perhaps he has a soul which will live after the drippingheavens of this dismal night have been rolled together as a scroll; perhaps hemay have been died for, by a King; perhaps he may yet be a conqueror chariotedin the splendors of heavenly welcome. But we must pass on. We cross thestreet, and there, the rain beating in his face, lies a man entirely unconscious. I 92 T. DE WITT TALMAGE—HIS LIFE AND WORK wonder where he came from. I wonder if anyone is waiting for him. I wonderif he was ever rocked in a Christian
. T. DeWitt Talmage : his life and work : biographical edition . he image of God; perhaps he has a soul which will live after the drippingheavens of this dismal night have been rolled together as a scroll; perhaps hemay have been died for, by a King; perhaps he may yet be a conqueror chariotedin the splendors of heavenly welcome. But we must pass on. We cross thestreet, and there, the rain beating in his face, lies a man entirely unconscious. I 92 T. DE WITT TALMAGE—HIS LIFE AND WORK wonder where he came from. I wonder if anyone is waiting for him. I wonderif he was ever rocked in a Christian cradle. I wonder if that gashed and bloatedforehead was ever kissed by a fond mothers lips. I wonder if he is strandedfor eternity. But we cannot stop. IS THAT TALMAGE? Riding up Broadway, I asked the driver to stop at a street lamp that Imight better examine my memorandum (it happened to be in front of a place ofamusement), when a man rushed out with great alarm and excitement, and saidto the driver: Is that Talmage you have inside there ? Men write me with. A WRETCHED HOME commercial handwriting, protesting, evidently because they fear that sometime intheir midnight carousal they may meet a Christian reformer and explorer. I hadthought to preach three or four sermons on the night-side of city life; but nowthat I find that all the powers of darkness are so agitated and alarmed andterrorized, I plant the battery for new assault upon the castles of sin, and shallgo on saying all I have to say. Looking out of the carriage I saw a tragedy on the corner of Broadwayand Houston Street. A young man, evidently doubting as to which directionhe had better take, his hat lifted high enough so you could see he had an intelligent THE EXPLORATION CONTINUED 93 forehead; he had a stout chest and a robust development. Splendid young young man. Honored young man. Why did he stop there while somany were going up and down? The fact is, that every man has a good angeland a bad angel c
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