Boon's Lick times. [volume] (Fayette, Mo.) 1840-1848, 1842-02-12

corporeal, immaterial, invisible, indigesti-
BILE and indescribable nothing, you are rea-
dy to roll right out of Heaven into the
lowest pits Of damnation, willing to sacri-
flee soul, body, boots, breeches, purse and
character.
Now, my friends, if you were but to
take but half the pains to secure for your
selves some snug corner in Heaven, as you
do TO creep in the affections of the female
world, what angels you would be! Yes
YOU would be terrestrial angels, clad in the
garb of morality, upon which the surround
ing particles of vice would fall as harmless
as snow heak upon white handkerchief.
Ny respected friends--why is it that
your souls are sodered to earthl Why
don't YOU cut the cords to the balloons of
your aspirations, and let them soar far
above the clouds Of gloom and uncertainty
to the regions of eternal sunshine and glo-
ryl What is the sickening song OF the
syren, or the monstrous thumpings of Ia
dy's piano, to the dulcet music Of the sera-
phim in the supernal saloons of the blest!
| You can, if you have mind, bask in the
warm smiles of woman's love, and still
have one eye directed upward while the
other is fixed as firmly upon the object of
your attachment as sucking pig to its
mothers fountain of sustenance.
While you are wandering through the
wilderness of the world in search of such
beautiful wild flowers as women are, you
must try and select those that emit a NOR
al sweetness from the nectar of their
minds, rather than such as put forth bios
SONS of scarlet and purple, and yet are
destitute of anything like virtuous fra
gance. tell you, my friends, that a wo-
man of moral and intellectual worth, as a
bosom companion of man, is pearl of as
great price as the waves of fortune ever
cast upon the sandy shore of human ex-
pectation. By contributing all that lies in
your power to her comfort-by having
your thoughts continually wrapped up in
her weIfare-by using every effort to keep
her well polished, and free from the rust off
the world--you are but serving the cause
of Heaven, and aiding in the establishment
of that domestic peace and happiness upon
which the storms Of poverty and affection
may beat and be dipped
But, my dear friends, if there is not suf
fcient laid up in the great store house of the
future to attract your attention, am in
cned to believe, that if was to place the
bread and cheese of salvation in the pan
try of Heaven, for you to nibble at when
hungry, it would all mould before you'd
think of touching it. Indulge in the love
Of wonders, love of laziness, and in the
love of all things earthly, to the outside
boundary of your desire, but if you wish
to get rid of that iniquitous scurf that be-
grims the backs of. your souls 60 and wash
in that limpid stream which flows from the
fountain of divine mercy and forgiveness.
At any rate let your thoughts be equally
divided between the women and the love
of things heavenly, holy and moral; and if
you are not genuine imported angels, you
will, at least, be men whom your fellow
mortals cannot help respecting, even in
their hatred, and secretly admire, while
they openly condemn you.
My hearers--let this discourse explore
every dark avenue of your hearts--clean all
the dust of doubt that gathers in the cracks
and may it be the means of bringing you
to sense of soberness in relation to wo-
man, wisdom, heaven, temperance, patience,
brotherly kindness, charity, and all such
small but important matters. So mote it
be Dow, Jr.