The Chautauquan, Vol. 05, April 1885Chautauqua Literary and Scientific Circle
Philosophy
The Chautauquan, Vol. 05, April 1885
Chautauqua Literary and Scientific Circle
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I close with one example of this radiating, ramifying influence: Michael
Dunn was an English thief by inheritance, for his parents were thieves,
and as he expresses it, “he had thieving on the brain.” He had spent the
greater part of thirty-five years in different prisons, and continued
the same life after coming to this country. One evening an unconverted
man sent him into the McAuley Mission as a joke, but it proved to Dunn a
blessing, for he found a Savior, and the desire for stealing was all cast
out. He was moved to undertake that most important work, the provision
of a home for refuge and work for his brother ex-convicts. After many
trials and difficulties he finally established the Home of Industry, No.
40 Houston Street, New York, where many lost men who were a terror to
society, have been made honest Christian citizens, and are working to
save others. Nor did the work stop here. In the autumn of 1883, Dunn was
called to San Francisco, California, to open a similar Home in that city,
where his labors are as successful as they were in New York.
EIN FESTE BURG IST UNSER GOTT.
TRANSLATION OF LUTHER’S FAMOUS HYMN.
Our God’s a fastness sure indeed,
A trusty shield and weapon;
He helps us free in every need
That unto us may happen.
The old wicked foe
Now in earnest doth go,
Deep wiles and great might
In his fell store unite,—
The earth holds not his fellow.
By strength of ours is nothing done,
Full soon are we dejected!
But on our side’s a champion
By God himself elected.
And who may that be?
Christ Jesus is he,
The Lord God of Hosts!
All gods else are vain boasts,
Our camp is in his keeping.
Though demons rage both far and near
And gape our souls to swallow;
Not all too great shall be our fear;
Success our steps shall follow.
The prince of this world,
Though threats he hath hurled,
To us can do nought,
For if to judgment brought
One word declares his sentence.
To let the word stand they are fain,
And small thereby their merit;
He dwells among us on the plain
With gifts and with his spirit.
What though they take life,
Goods, name, child, and wife,
We need not rebel—
No profit those to hell,
While ours must be the kingdom.
THE WEATHER BUREAU.
BY OLIVER W. LONGAN,
Of the War Department.
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