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Title: Deacons
Year: 1875 (1870s)
Authors: Murray, W. H. H. (William Henry Harrison), 1840-1904
Subjects: Deacons
Publisher: Boston : H. L. Shepard and company
Contributing Library: Princeton Theological Seminary Library
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j)Oor hate ; cold, bitter, and piercing. The air was fullof snow, soggy and damp; while ever and anon ashower of sleet half-frozen, mingled with hail, plungeddownward, or was slashed heavily against the wallsof the houses. The winds were rampant: they roaredaround the corners, careered along the streets, shookthe shutters of the houses, and wrestled at the lamp-posts until the gas-jets flared and sputtered in deadlyfear lest they should be extinguished. It was a nightto be remembered in mansion and garret alike. Howwarm the velvet carpet, how cheerful the glowinggrate, how rich the dark woods look, how gay thelaughter sounds, and how the swell of music rises,where love and plenty sit when the storm roars with-out, and the snow drives against the curtained pane IWhat a sense of comfort, and the luxury of warmth,steals over one as he sits, slippered and gowned, beforethe red coals on such a night! Never is warmth sowarm, never luxury so luxurious, never wealth so satis-factory, as then.
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IT WAS NIGHT, IT WAS NIGHT. 69 But to those who live in garrets, or burrow in cellars,such a night is terrible. Black as the heavens seemsto them their fate. Oh the lack of clothing ! oh theabsence of light! How the old rookery shakes as thegale smites it! How the snow sifts through the ill-thatchecl roof, or whirls in eddies across the unevenfloor! How the healthy curse, and the sick moan,and the drunken rave or lie in leaden sleep, while thelimbs stiffen, and the soul steals shiveringly out of theunwarmed body, and is borne away by the colderwinds! It was on such a night that Deacon Goodheart lefthis snug home, his warm fireside, and his loving spouse,who muttered at his going, and yet, womanlike, lovedhim all the better in her heart for doing it, and startedout in search of those who needed the Christians loafand the Christians presence. Few deacons, I ween,were on the streets that night. It is so much easier,you know, good friends, to pray for the poor in yoursnug chambers, with y

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