Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1867-08-02

SAVE OUR YOUNG MEN.-From what?
Not from hard work and exhausting
toll, for this is the appointed lot of
man, and we should not expect to es-
cape it; by this, right character is
formed, and the earth brought to yield
her riches. Not from protracted and
close study, for thus only are attain
ments made, brain power developed
and the professions filled with able
men. Not from rigid economy, years
Of toll, slow increase of wealth; for
this is far better than fortunes made
in an hour.
But save them from the follieS of
fashionable society, the destinations
Of the gambling table, and especially
from the insidious fearful curse, in-
temperance. Oh, it is burning out
the very vitais Of mortality and man
illness in hundred social circles. 1t
is destroying by thousands the youth
in our best families. 1t is sweeping
through the country and carrying
away to worthlessness and crime the
Young men who else would be pillars
in the church and the State, and it is
gaining power daily.
In a small room in dark tenement
building in the lower part of the city,
the writer was called recently to read
Holy Scriptures and pray over the
dead body of young man piously
trained, classically educated and en-
dowed, who a few years ago COM
menced his career with the brightest
prospects. His fortune was squan-
dered, his health destroyed, his bril-
liant talents besotted by intemperance,
he died. as a- i H
A brother, once equally talented
and promising, met me at the door OF
the narrow room, with palsied hand
and fevered eye, and muttered vel
come, staggering against the coffin, as
the service proceeded. A third broth
er-the youngest--with down cast
face and bursting heart, wept over the
desolation wrought by drink. He
may be saved. And this is one of the
many cases that are constantly occur
ring iaga e.F
Ministers, teachers, fathers, moth
ers, sisters. call upon the young men
to touch not, taste not, handle not, the
accursed bowl.
THE RUMsELLER's REWARD.-The
following is an extract from an ad-
dress by Thurlow w. Brown, deliver
ed at Palmyra, Wis, over the grave
of citizen who died of delirium tre-
mems: Ee. 1.a5e reg
"You, gentlemen, who hold the
country, go where the night is black
est, and poor, weary hearts are slow
| ly breaking under the weight of woe
tell them that for all this bitter DESC
lation your palm is filed with gold
Tell the smitten victims of the house
hold that out Of their mouths, off their
backs, and from their blighted fields,
you and your chosen instruments have
gathered a harvest of gold! Tell the
pale, wasting wife and mother chat
you have pretty per centage OF all
that is noble in husband OF kind faith
er, in yellow gold Tell the drunk
ard he Dreams perchance, that he can
, beat back the red pillows that toss
and consume him, and that for his
J body's death and souls damnation
! you have gold. Stand at the thresh
hold of the prison house, and mock
ingly taunt the squalid, the deformed
. and idiotic with the news that out OF
! their ruin you gathered gold. STAND
by the prison door, and as the re
morseless hinge shrieks after the vic
tim it enthralls, peer the grating
cheer the living dead with the newi
: that you sold them to crime and infa
! my for gold. Tell the murderer tina
you made him a murderer for gold
| Stand by the new graves of the las
twelve months, and whisper to fft.
thousand sleepers, victims of you
! regulated traffic, that you slew then
for gold. Enter the vestibule OF per
: dition, and, with bible in hand, reat
: that no drunkard shall inherit th'
kingdom of heavenlH eglasoL
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