In the Richest, Most-Christian City.
By Editor
Late despatches and articles from London tell us of the fearful condition of things in that great city. It is stated that nearly one-sixth of the population of that greatest, wealthiest city of the world are constantly under the reign of hunger and want; and that daily great processions are marching through the city clamoring for relief. In these processions are mothers with babes in their arms. Banners are carried bearing various devices and some of them threatening; but with the patience of the Anglo-Saxon race there has been no violence, no harm has been done. But if present conditions continue much longer, there is no knowing what a mad, hungry mob may do; and much of the wealth which might have been expended for bringing relief to these poor people will be utterly destroyed in fire and pillage. What a grand opportunity it would be for some of the great beer millionaires, for instance, to take the money which they have gotten from the needs of the poor, and expend it for food and clothing for the needy ones. What blessings would come to the large landlords if they would take their acres of private parks—chloroform their kennels of dogs if need be—and use the land for the relief of the poor. And how much greater pleasure would come if the immense sums that are paid for royal pomp and show were used to build roads or other public works of utility, so as to give the unemployed something to do. Truly this is a sad old world when men and women starve under the shadow of palatial mansions, the owners of which have more than they can possibly use, or that human heart ought to wish. But these increasing extremes are only telling in emphatic language what God has told in His Word, that the time is soon coming when He who regards the poor will take to Himself His great power and reign.