Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1869-06-24
The Prosperity of the Wicked shsrt
II

Wicked men do prosper for a little
while; but as sure as God lives i'm the
end they shall have their just reward
If you consider the whole of life from
end to end, then truth, and honor, and
purity, and justice, and tdelity pay
If you want to grow quickly, you can
grow quickly by wickedness, but you
will not last. ifyou want to grow so as
to last, you must adhere to integrity,
and YOU must be content to grow slowly
if God erdiins it, You can grow q
mushroom or toadstool in one night, il
you have a dunghill large enough; but
to grow an eak tree that shall last for
generations, requires vastly more time.
And if you want men that shall last,
you must wait till they can be built up
solidly by good conduct; by confidence
inspired by good conduct; in other
words by being tried. One ship is as
good as another in the harbor. 1t is out
side of the harbor that the comparative
merits of different vessels are made to
appear. There the qualities whether
superior or inferior, show themselves
1t is what ships do on the sea that de-
termines that one is better or worse
than another. And as with ships, so
with men. Two men start out alike ON
the ocean of life. They go along at first
about together. But follow them five
or ten years, and about the fifth, the
sixth, or the seventh year, the ene-a
man of pleasure, a Goddess man, that
does not believe in divine supervision
of the affairs of this world-begins to
degenerate, while the other-a sober,
Christian man who believes that God
controls the world and all that are in it
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gazing down so deep that for a time he
seems to burrow like marmot; hut
then little by little he begins to build
upward and then he builds so that
every hour meB see that he is building
strongly aud sureiy.-H. w. Beecher.
The POWER OF A WORD.-A mother
ON the green hills of Vermont was hold
ing by the right hand a son, sixteen
years old, mad with the love of the sea.
And as he stood by the garden gate one
morning, she said; Edward they tell
me-fOr ! never saw the ocean-that
the great temptation of seamen's life
is to drink. Promise me, before you
quit your mothers hand, that you will
never drink" And" said he flor he
told me the storv,l i gave the promise.
and | went-the globe ever, Calcutta and
the Mediterranean. San Francisco and
Cape of Good Hope, the North Pole and
the south. ! saw them all in forty
years, and 1 never saw Il glass filled
with sparkling liquor that my mothers
form by the gate did not rise before me.
and to-day am innocent OF the taste of
liquor"
Was not that sweet evidence Of the
power of single word? Yet that is not
half. For" said he, yesterday there
came into my counting man Of
forty years"
"Do ysu know me?''
l"Nor' ad0' .sH
rWell,p - said he, II was once brought
drunk into your presence on shipboard;
you were passenger; they kicked me
aside; you took me 10 your berth and
kept me there till had slept off the in
you then asked if 1 had a
mother. / said 1 had never known a
word frsm her lips. You tsld me of yours
at ths gardsn-gate; and to-day I am
master on one OF the packets in New
York; and came to ask you to come
and see me-"
How far that little candle throws, it's
beams! That mothers word in the
green hills of Vermont! Oh! God be
for the mighty power of sim
gle word.