. Platform echoes: or, Living truths for head and heart . er, andher name is Memory, and she strikes every chord with herlingers, jarring through him with most horrible discords,making him mad; and he steeps his soul and senses in drinkthat he may forget the past. The sense of degradation is the curse of the man whohas not become entirely depraved and reckless. He keenlyfeels his humiliation. Drink, notpoverty, has degraded him. No,there is no degradation or sin inpoverty. An old colored servantwas asked (althoughI do not know whywe should call themcolored people,for j)a negro was onceasked wh
. Platform echoes: or, Living truths for head and heart . er, andher name is Memory, and she strikes every chord with herlingers, jarring through him with most horrible discords,making him mad; and he steeps his soul and senses in drinkthat he may forget the past. The sense of degradation is the curse of the man whohas not become entirely depraved and reckless. He keenlyfeels his humiliation. Drink, notpoverty, has degraded him. No,there is no degradation or sin inpoverty. An old colored servantwas asked (althoughI do not know whywe should call themcolored people,for j)a negro was onceasked whether he was Ia colored man, and jihe said, No, I wasborn so ; I never wascolored), How doyou manage to livein such a smoke?What did she say? Why, honey, I sethankful to get any-thing to make a smoke of. Another poor creature said,when some one talked to her about her sufferings, Oh,honey, dat is nothing. Dont you know dat is just in dehands of de Lord ? and sometimes He whips us and leaves usto see if we wont work. But, bless your heart, honey, just as. THANKFUL FOR SMALL FAVORS. . , A WIFES LOVE. soon as we cries like a baby, He takes us up and comforts meet with some magnificent experiences of Christianfaith and trust and devotedness among the poor I thmksometimes more than among the rich. Poverty does notdegrade, but sin does. Everything that defiles the spurt isdegrading, and there is no degradation like that ot drunken-ness, none in this wide world. I know, when we hear of and all that kindof thing, we say, Men are brutes. They are not have worked among them for forty years, and have neverfound a brute among them. Yet I have found hard I attribute most of it to the influence of drink. A manwiU not beat Ins wife if he is sober. Oh. is it not pitiful tohear of beaten wives? What did one of them say the otherday When a gentleman called to see her, her face wasbruised and her eye black, and she said, Yes, he W beatme, but he was in liquor
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