Around the world with Philip Phillips, "the singing pilgrim." A pictorial tour of the globe illustrated by pen and pencil .. . s seemed to settle the matter, and wehad no more trouble from outside. During the evening I gave a short exhortation, pleadingwith the unconverted to come to Christ, and begin a better life. So close was the crowdas they sat around me, that I could hear some of the women say: We will do better!Yes, we will I No doubt they were sincere in these promises; but only God and the poorchained soul can fully understand the galling bondage of habit. Many a woman there wouldweep
Around the world with Philip Phillips, "the singing pilgrim." A pictorial tour of the globe illustrated by pen and pencil .. . s seemed to settle the matter, and wehad no more trouble from outside. During the evening I gave a short exhortation, pleadingwith the unconverted to come to Christ, and begin a better life. So close was the crowdas they sat around me, that I could hear some of the women say: We will do better!Yes, we will I No doubt they were sincere in these promises; but only God and the poorchained soul can fully understand the galling bondage of habit. Many a woman there wouldweep with remorseful emotion over the tender allusions to little baby fingers, and all themotherhood in her be aroused to pledge itself for her own darlings ; yet, when to-morrowcame, the bad associations drew so powerfully that the old neglect and sin went on. ^Vhile1 sang Scatter seeds of kindness, it all seemed quite possible; but the to-morrows test toooften found them unequal to it. Sin had left its mark of irresolution upon them. Only bysovereign grace can such poor, weakened souls be held to a better purpose and TERRACE, CENTRAL YAKK. A few days after this, one of the women who attended the meeting on this .Sunday even-ing, was found dnmk on the street. The Matron of the Mission, seeing her condition, man-aged to get her into the mission-room, that she might be saved from the idle gaze of thecrowd until she came to herself. For some time she lay in a dnmken stupor on the floor,and then the influence of her dram began to pass off Raising herself on her elbow, she lookedaround, and, thinking .she was in the Tombs or lock-up, thus began to soliloquize:Now, Ill have to stay here thirty days—that being the penalty for drunkenness on thestreet—my business will all go to sticks! I know the policeman, d—n him! When I getout Ill show him ; but just here, looking about more closely, she perceived her mistake,and muttered: I aint in the Tombs after all. Where am I? Then, a
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