Pike County Democrat, Volume 31, Number 21, Petersburg, Pike County, 28 September 1900 — Page 7

Destruction of the Steamers War Eagle and Carrier at Their Moorings in St. Louis.

RIE ACCOMPANIED BY LOSS OF LIFE. Third Clerk Joseph Sehnlts of the War Eagle Burned to Death, Henry Holtra, Pantryman, Missing, and Others Injured—Two Wharfboats Badly Damaged. St. Louis, Sept. 22.—In the destruction, by fire, of the steamers War Eagle and Carrier, at the foot of Locust street, early Friday morning, one man was burned to death, another is missing, a third was painfully burned, and property estimated at $100,000 in value was lost. The wharf boats Eagle and Illinois were badly damaged. The Casualties. Joseph Schultz, third clerk of the War Eagle, was burned to death. Henry Holtia, of Cincinnati, the second pantryman on the War Eagle, is missing. I Robert II. Miller, watchman on the War Eagle, was severely burned about the neck apd hands. * Starting of the Fire. The fire started about 4 a. m., in the sleeping room of the fireman of the War Eagle, of the Eagle Packet Co., which was lying at the wharf boat waiting to take on cargo for her regular trip to Commerce, Mo., and way ports. It was discovered by Robert Miller, the watchman. He got a bucket of water and threw it on the flames, but saw that efforts of this kind would be useless. The woodwork was perfectly dry, and, Miller says, the flames -were all about him before he had time to get another bucket of water. He sprang up the ladder and began the work of arousing the officers and crew.0 The third clerk, Jospeh Schultz, aroused, and it was thought he was safe, but it appears that he was smothered by smoke before he could escaep. Nobody seems to know' anything about Hotia. Henry Sherman, the steward, says he was aboard, and has not been seen since. Miller was badly burned while he was making a second round of the boat to make sure that everyone was awakened. Communicated to the Carrier. The Carrier, a smaller boat, plying between Mozier Landing, 111., and St. Louis, arrived at two o'clock Friday morning, and >vas moored beside and a little behind the War Eagle. Op board pf her, asleep, were 20 passengers, the crew and a large cargo of wheat, apples and other produce. Before the Carrier could be cast loose the fire had communicated to her upper works, and the watchman, William Criger, ar. oimw devoted all of his energies to getting the passengers and crew aroused and off the boat, and notwithstanding many of the former were women, he was, happily.

successful. , The Fire Department Responded. The fire department responded promptly, but the whole river would hardly have been effectual in the quenching of the flames. The best the department could do was to save nearby boats and wharves. Their efforts on this lily* were successful, the only other damage being to the wharfboats Eagle and1 Illinois The big steamer Hill City escaped by casting loose and drifting down the stream out of reach of the sparks and flames. 1 The War Eagle was put in service a year ago. She cost $60,000, and is burned to the hull. Officers of the Eagle Packet Co., which owned her, believe the hull is not damages. They estimate the loss at $50,000, with no insurance. The Carrier, a much smaller boat, was worth $7,000. She was insured. . The value of her cargo is not known, but it is estimated at $3,000. The cargo was not insured. Crews Lost Kverythine. The officers and crews of the two boats burned lost everything they had on board. Most of the men slept in shirts and overalls. Nearly all had chests of clothing pn board. None made any attempt to save these. Clothing, jewelry, tools, all the possessions of those on board, were forgotten in the rush for life. ■ Of more value than the clothing and property of those who slept on the boat were the belongings of Capt. Leyhe, Clerks Cates and Lawrie, and half a dozen other of the higher officials of the boat who had spent the night at their homes in the city. Borne of the passengers on the Carrier saved a few of their personal * effects, but the fire was too quick for anything but the most hasty gathering up of clothing and loose baggage. The tug Susie Hazard, which was moored at the stern of the Carrier, narrowly escaped destruction. An Aged Co-tplw Murdered. Foxboro, Mass., Sept. 22.—David Lewis Shepard and his wife, an aged couple, who have lived in this town for many years, were found murdered in their beds, their throats, having been cut with a knife. Their son, Wm. F. Shepard, 42 years of age, who has shown evidences of insanity for aome time, is missing, and there is reason to believe that he committed the crime while mentally deranged. Mr. Shepard and his wife were each . sbout 75 years of age and quite well-to-do.

CHRIST’S CHARACTER Dr. Talmage Speaks of the Earthly Life of the Savior. Christians Vrge4 to Eaaulate Qualities Which Were Moat Conspicuous—The Spirit of Hard Work.

[Copyright, 1900, by Louis Klopsch.1 Washington, Sept. 2J. In this sermon, which Dr. Talmage sends from Paris, he analyzes the character of the Saviour and urges all Christians to exercise the qualities which were conspicuous in Christ’s earthly life. The text is Romans 8:9: “Now, if any man have not the spirit of Chrisf, he is none of His.” There is nothing more desirable than a pleasant disposition. ■ Without it we cannot be happy ourselves or paake others happy. When we have lost our temper or become impatient under seme light cross, we suddenly awaken to new appreciation* of proper equipoise of nature. We wish we had been born with self balance. We envy those people who bear themselves through life withbut any perturbation and we flatter ourselves that however little self control we may now have, the time will come, under the process of years, when we will be mellowed and softened and the wrong things which are in us now will be all right, forgetful of the fact that an evil habit in our nature will grow into larger proportions and that an iniquity not corrected will become the grandfather of a whole generation of iniquities. So that people without the grace of God in the struggle and amid the annoyances and exasperations of life are apt to become worse instead of better. Now; the trouble is that we have a theory abroad in the world that a man’s disposition cannot be changed. A man says: “I am irascible in temper, and I can’t help it.” Another man says: “l am revengeful naturally, and I can’t help it.” A mar. says: “I am impulsive, and I can’t help it.” And he tells the truth. No man can correct his disposition. I never knew a man by force of resolution to change his temperament, but by His grace God can take away that which is wrong and put- in that which is right, and I know and you know peoplte who since their conversion, are just the opposite of what they used to be. In other words, we may, by the spirit of God, have the disposition of Jesus Christ implanted in our disposition, and we must have it done or we will never see Heaven. “If any man has not the disposition of Jesus Christ, he is none of His.” In. the first place the spirit of Christ was a spirit of gentleness. Sometimes He made wrathful utterances against Pharisees and hypocrites, but the most of His words were kind and gentle and loving and inoffensive. When we consider the fact that He was omnipotent and could have torn to pieces His assailants, the wonder is greater. We often bear the persecution and abuse of the world because we canno-t help it. Christ endured it when He could ha\> if- T.ittlp phiMron ol.

ways shy off at a rough man rushed into His presence and clambered on Him until the people begged the mothers to take them away. Invalids so sore with wounds that they could not bear to have anyone come near them begged Christ just to put His hand upon the wound and soothe it. The mother with the sickest child was willing to put the little one in Christ's arms. Self-righteous people rushed into His presence with a woman of debased character and said: “Xow, annihilate her, blast her, kill her.” Jesus looked at her and saw she was sorry and repentant, and He lo’oked at them, and He saw they were proud and arrogant, and He said: “Let him that is without sin cast the first stone at her.” A blind man sat by the wayside making a great ado about his lack of vision. They told him to hush up and not bother the Master. Christ stooped to him and said: “What wilt thou that I do unto thee?” Gentleness of voice, gentleness of manner, gentleness of life. , 1 We all admire it, whether we have any of it or not. Just as the rough mountain bluff and the scarred crag love to look down into the calm lake at their feet and as the stormiest winter loves to merge into sunshiny springs so the most precipitate and impulsive and irascible natures love to think of the gentleness of Christ. How little we have of it! How little patience in treating with enemies! We have so little of the gentleness of Christ we are not fit for Christian work half the time. We do hot know how to comfort the bereft or encourage the disheartened or to take care of the poor. Even oirr voice of sympathy is on the wrong pitch. My sister had her arm put out of joint, and we were in the country, and the neighbors came in, and they were all sympathetic, and they laid hold of the arm and pulled mightily until the anguish was intolerable; but the arm did not go to its place. The® the country doctor was sent for, and he came in and with one touch it was all right. He knew just where to put his finger and just how to touch the bone. We go out to our Christian work with too rough a hand and too unsympathetic a manner, and we fail in our work, while some Christian, in the gentleness of Christ, comes along, puts his hand of sympathy on the sore spot—the torh ligaments are healed and the disturbed bones are rejoined. Oh, for this gentleness of Christ. The dew of our summer night will accomplish more than 50 Carribbean whirlwinds. How important it is that in going forth to serve Christ we have something of His gentleness! Is that the way we bear ourselves when we are assaulted? The rule is an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, fetort for retort, sarcasm for sarcasm. Give him as much as ha aendsl After awhile you

look up into the face of Christ and you jtt His gentleness, and you say: “Well, now, I must do differently.*' Then your proud heart says: “Now you liaTe your enemy in a corner. You will nerer get him in a corner again. Chastise him and then let him go.” So we postpone the gentleness of Christ. Did you ever know any difficulty to be healed by acerbity and hypercriticism? About 43 years ago the Presbyterian church was split into the new school and the old school. The chasm got wider and wider. The most outrageous personalities were indulged in. Good men on one side anathematized good men on the other side. .Wider and wider the chasm got, until after awhile some good people tried another tack, and they began to explain away‘the difficulties, and soon all the differences were healed, and at Pittsburgh they shook hands and are one now to be

Did you ever know a drunkard reclaimed by mimicry of his staggering steps, his thick tongue or his hiccough? No. You only madden his brain. But you go to him and let him know you^appreciate what an awful struggle helus with the evil habit,and you let him kjfciow that you have been acquaninte<|/with people who were down in tue same depths who by the grace of God'have been rescued. He hears your voice, he responds to that sympathy and he is saved. You cannot scold the world into anything better. You may attract it into something better. The stormiest wind comes out from its hiding place and says: “I will arouse this sea.” And it blows upon the sea. Half of the sea is aroused, or a fourth of the sea is aroused, yet not the entire Atlantic. But after awhile the moon comes out. calm and placid. It shines upon the sea. and the ocean begins to lift. It embraces all the highlands; the beach is all covered. The heart throb of one world beating against the heart throb of another world. The storm would not rouse the whole Atlantic; the moon lifted it. “And I,” said Christ, “if I be lifted up will draw all men unto me.” Christ’s disposition was also one of self-sacrifice. No young man ever started out with so bright a prospect as Christ started out with if he had been willing to follow a wor]dly ambition. In the time that He gave to the sick He might have gathered the vastest fortune of His time. With His power^to popularize Himself and magnetize the people He could have gained official position. No orator ever won such plaudits as He might have won from sanhedrin and s3-nagogue and vast audiences by the seaside. No physician ever got such a reputation for healing power as He might have attained if He had performed His wonderful cures before the Roman aristocracy. I say these things to let you know what Paul meant when he said: “He pleased not Himself,” and to show something of the wonders of His selfsacrifice. All human power together could not have thrown Christ into the manger if he had not chosen to go there. All Satanic strength could not have lifted Christ upon the cross if He had not elected himself to the torture. To save our race from sin and death and hell he faced all the sorrows of this world and the sorrows of eternity. How much of that self-sacrifice have

■we? What is self-sacrifice? It is my •walking' a long journey to save you from fatigue. It is my lifting a great number of pounds to save you from the awful strain. It is a subtraction from my comfort and prosperity so that there may be an addition to your comfort and prosperity. How much of that have we? Might not I rather say: “How little have we.” Two children— brother and sister—were passing down the road. They were both very destitute. The lad had hardly any garments at all. His sister had a coat that she had outgrown. It was a very cold day.* She said: “Johnny, come under this coat.” “Oh, no,” he said; “the coat isn’t large enough!” “Oh,” she said, “it will stretch!” He; comes under the coat, but the coat would not stretch. So she took off the coat and put it on him. Self-sacrifice pure and simple. Christ taking off his robe to clothe our nakedness. Self-sacrifice. I have not any of it. nor have you compared with that. The sacrifice of the Son of God. Christ walked to Emmaus. Christ walked from Capernaum to Bethany. Christ walked from Jerusalem to Golgotha. How far have you and I walked for Christ? His head ached. His heart ached. His back ached. How tinuch have we ached for Christ? The disposition of Jesus was also a disposition of humility. The Lord of earth and Heaven in the garb of a rustic. He who poured all the waters of the earth out of his right hand—the Amazon and the Euphrates and the Oregon and the Ohio and the Mississippi—bending over a well to ask a Samaritan woman for a drink. He who spread the canopy of the heavens and set the earth for a footstool, admitting that He had not where to lay his head. He whose chariots the clouds are, walked with sdre.,feet. Hushing the tempest on Gennesaret and wiping the spray of the storm from His beard, then sitting down in the cabin beside Hia disciples, as though he had done no more than wipe the sweat from Hia brow in Joseph’s carpenter shop. Taking the foot of death off the heart of Lazarus and breaking the chain of the grave against' the marble of > the tomb and then walking out with Mary and Martha without any more intension than a plain citizen going out in the suburban village to spend the evening. Jostled as though He we:*' a nobody. Pursued as though He were an outlaw. Nieknamed. Seated with publicans and with sinners. .King of Heaven and Earth trailing His robes in the dust. How much of that humility have we? If we get a few more dollars than other people or gain a little high

•r position, oh, how we xtrut! We go around wanting everybody to know their place and say: “Is not this great Babylon that. I have built for the honor of my kingdom and by the might of my strength?” Who has anything of the humility of Christ? The disposition of Christ was also the spirit of prayer. Prayer on the mountains, prayer on the sea, prayer among the sick, prayer everywhere. Prayer for little children: “Father, I thank Thee that Thou hast hidden these things from the wise and prudent and revealed them unto babes.” Prayer for His friends: “Father, I will that they be with Me where 1 am.” Prayer for His enemies: “Father, forgive them; they know not what they do.” Prayer for all nations: “Thy kingdom come.” How little of that spirit you and I have. How soon our knees get tired. Where is the vial full of odors which are

tne prayers of ail the saints? Whicn of ua can keep our mind ten minutes o4 a prayer without wandering? Not you, not I. Oh, that w^ anight have the spirit of prayer which was the spirit of Christ. We want more prayer in the family, more prayer in the church, more prayer in the legislative hall, more prayer among the sick, more prayer among the aged, more prayer among the your.g. The gTeat advancement of the church is to be in that direction yet. While the council of Nuremberg was signing the edict that gave the church its freedom, Martin Luther was away off in a room by himself praying for that accomplishment. Though there was no line of communication between the place where the council was assembled and the room where Martin Luther was praying, Martin Luther suddenly rese from his knees and said: “It is accomplished; the church is free. Victory, victory!” Oh, for this direct line of communication with the throne of God. so that it may be said of us as it was said of Luther: “He got what he asked for!” We want, like Daniel, to pray with our face toward the holy city. We want, like Stephen, to pray gazing into Heaven. We want, like the publican, to pray smiting on the heart of conviction. We want, like Christ, to pray the Christ who emptied His heart of all its lifeblood and then filled it with the sorrows, the woes, the agonies of al/ nations. Cold mountains and the midnight air Witnessed the fervor of his prayer. The spirit of Christ, Lremark lastly, was a spirit of hard work. Not one lazy moment in all His life. Whether He was talking to the fishermen on the beach or preaching to the sailors on the dock or administering to the rustics amid the mountains or spending an evening in Bethany, always busy for others. .With hands, heart, head busy for others. Hewing in the Nazareth carpenter shop, teaching the lame how to walk without crutches, curing the child’s fits, providing rations for the hungry host. Busy, busy, busy! The hardy men who pulled the net out* of the s©a filled with floundering treasures, the shepherds who hunted up grassy plots for their flocks to nibble at, the shipwrights pounding away in the drydocks, the winemakers of Engedi dipping the juices from the vat and pouring them into the goatskins, were not more busy than Christ. Busy, busy for others. From the moment He went out of the caravansary of Bethlehem to the moment when the cross plunged into the socket on the bloody | mount, busy for others. Does that remind you of yourself? It does

not remind me of myself. If we lift a burden, it must be light. If we do work, it must be popular. If we sit in the pew, it must be soft. If we move in a sphere of usefulness, it must be brilliant. If we hare to take hold of a load, give us the light end of the log. In this way to Heaven fan us, rock us, sing us to sleep. Lift us up toward Heaven on the tips of your Lagers under a silken sunshade. Stand out of the way, all you martyrs who breasted the fire! Stand out of the way and let this colony of tender-foot-ed modern Christians come up and get their crowns! What has your Lord done to you, 0 Christian, that you should betray Him? Who gave you so much riches that you can afford to despise the awards of the faithful? At this moment, when all the armies of Heaven and earth and hell are plunging into the conflict, how can you desert the standard? Oh, backslidden Christian, is it not time for you to start anew for Heaven? Now, I have shown you that the disposition of Christ was a spirit of gentleness, a spirit of self-sacrifice, a spirit of humility, a spirit of prayer* a spiri t of hard work—five points. Will you rememwr them? Are you ready now for the tremendous announcement of the text? “If any man have not the spirit of Christ, he is none of Bis.” Are you ready for that statement? Can you stand up and say: “Yes, we have the spirit of Christ?” Not one of us can make that answer to the full question, yet I am to\declare to you there is no discouragement in this subject for Christian people. You have the seeds of this character planted in your soul. “It doth not yet appear what we shall be.” You\ might as well blame an acorn for no| being an oak of a thousand years as to blame yourself because you are not equal to Christ. You have the implantation within you which will enlarge land develop into the grandestChristian character, and there is no discouragement in this text for you to try to love and serve the Lord. Aim high. Sheathe not your sword until you have gained the last victory. Climb j higher and higher until you reach the celestial hills. Crowns bright and radiant for all the victors, but death to every deserter. The laughter cure is the latest for indigestion. Here is a hint for cynics and pessimists.

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