Excerpt from The Redemption of the South End: A Study in City Evangelization When I was asked to write the story of Morgan Memorial, I readily consented. I saw in this an Opportunity to make known to the public one of the most remarkable institutions of the country. Located in a section of Boston that is ninety seven per cent of foreign extraction, which was known at one time as the red-light district, with saloons and places of vice abounding, Morgan Memorial has projected itself into the life of the neighborhood and literally transformed it. While it has opposed righteousness to sin, it has at the same time gone about doing good in a ministry of love, extending the helping hand to the poor, giving work to the unemployed, sheltering little ones, offering recreational Opportunities to youth, Visiting the sick and the unfortunate, and bringing the wayward to the knowl edge Of the redeeming influences of the gospel. For Morgan Memorial is at Once social center, children's settlement, industrial plant, rescue mission and church - one of the most striking enter prises in city evangelization to be found in America. One who has studied the institution carefully is not surprised to learn that the fame of it has spread and the effectiveness of its ministry has become so widely known that other cities are planning to duplicate it. As a charity thoroughly scientific, true to the sanest principles of social service, and withal religious, it is a happy union of those elements which even separately have already proved a blessing in many cities. If the following pages should bring about, on the one hand, Still greater loyalty and support for Morgan Memorial on the part of its many friends, that it may further expand, while giving, on the other, to generous and devoted laymen in other centers an impulse for the duplication of the institution, the writer of these chapters will be satisfied. This has been a labor of love on his part, undertaken because he believed in the institution and its devoted superintendent. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
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