The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1870-03-15
Young America.


"fast age" "People are born in bur-
ry, live in hurry, and die in hurry !"
and have never ending eternity in which
they may sorrow, but not repent, "for
as a tree falleth, SO it lieth, for
fast lived and sinful life. Our remarks
are designed for those persons who ignore
the highest moral, social and religious
virtues, priding themselves upon being
classed among the fast young men and
women Of the day. ?referring what may
be termed the social evils to social morals.
Pause, ye fast young men ye seekers
after wealth. Why bring all the ener.
gies of body and mind to bear in gather
ing harvest which can bring no higher
enjoyment than to administer To your
physical wants, and crafty your taste and
fancy, when moderate sum is sufficient
for all reasonable purposes. If you de.
sire wealth, not for self alone, but that you
may confer favors upon others, your OBJ
ject is a noble one. But, even then, do
not forget you have a soul that never
dies A soul that will exist in the high
est state Of happiness or misery, according
to the culture bestowed upon it during
this earthly existence.
Pause, ye fast ones . ye seekers of fash
ion, who bow to the tickle goddess with all
the alteration the pagans give to their
senseless gods. Pause in your blind fol.
ly. Can she administer to you in sick
ness, give you food when hungry, soothe
one pang for the loss of the beloved, or
point the way to that "bctter land, where
the weary rest from labor, and the Just
are made perfect?' Man hath been pro-
nounccd the browning glory Of Gods
works. The great Maker hath created
him perfect in form and feature and on.
dowcd him with "intellect little inferior
to the angels of heaven" He came into
the world in a nude state, but his supe-
rior judgment teaches him to clothe his
body in comfortable manner, while his
artistic taste adds those adornments,
which in so doing, is paying but Just
tribute to his Creator.
Pause, ye fast ones ye seekers after
pleasure, whose existence is but one round
of frivolity. Has life no higher aim than
for you to cat, drink, and be merry p
Will the earth Of which your body is COM
posed be any the better for your having
lived upon it Must the life given you
by the great God, return to its giver a
talent unused, or perverted?
Pause, ye lovers of strong drink pause
ye, ere the fatal draught is raised to your
lips. There is death in the mixture.
A syren voice whispers drink, it is ex.
hilerating under its influence life will be
one beautiful dream; earth fairy land.
The tempter whispers why deny yourself
the pleasure of an occasional glass, when
happiness is so easily purchased This
world is dull place, at best, we're it not
for the few social enioyments the sancti.
monious and puritanical deem 80 sinful.
Young man, put aside the tempter and
follow me past this long row of palatial
residences. Mark that one with the mar.
BILE front. 1t is princely abode it was
short time since the home of million.
aire, fast man, the father Of fast son
Both came to their death in fast man.
ner. But we anticipate. Turn from
this broad Street up yonder dirty alley
Here We are Enter this miserable ten.
ament. Ascend the rickety stairs; at the
head is a door, We will enter. Pause
hush moan and broken sob is heard
and the words, oh, my Father the cup
is bitter, must | drink it drain it to the
dregs ah no have my babes, but oh
pitying Heaven, they are fatherless My
husband slain how could he strike the
cruel blow that makes this heart so
wretchcd
We hesitate to intrudo; here is grief
that none but the all-seeing Father can
assuage. But pity for the one at my
side, bids me enter. We open the door.
Behold upon a rude pallet, covered with
white drapery, are the outlines of hu.
man figure. Its fixed rigidity, the grief
stricken mother, and the atmosphere Of
the place tell us wo are in the presence
of death. That he, the once idolized son
ofthe millionaire, the petted child of fash.
ionable parents, the fast young man, re-
duced by his fathers failure from wealth
to penury, untitled by his early cul.
turc to nobly work his way among his
follow men, he sought the gaming table,
hoping thereby to gain bread for his star
wing family; was insultod by boon com.
panion, in self defence received his death
wound. Turn back the drapery on that
manly brow is set deaths conquering
seal. No peaceful look his countenance
wears, no smile fingers upon those finely
cut lips, as if the death angel had asked a
kiss in token of forgiveness for the act he
performed in sending soul in haste be.
fore its God. Oh, my husband! The
father of my babes. The cruel murderer,
how could he strike the blow that makes
my heart so wretched? Could the de-
stroyer see his victims, we thought, as we
gazed at the fair young wife in her agony,
would not his heart, however hard, be
agonized, and cry to heaven for pardon I
Those infants, one of a few months, in her
arms and one two years of age clingine
to her skirts, vainly endeavoring to ap.
pease his hunger with dry crust Of bread
which in better days his fathers menials
would have thought unfit for even hii
dogs. What remains for the child, WHOSE
home was one Of luxury, the fast young
man pauper's burial, and public chari
ty for the young and delicately nurtured
wife and mother and for him, the mur
derer! the gallows or the penitentiary.
Oh pause, ye fast young men of the
present day. Spend not your precious
time in vain and trifiug pleasures. TAX,
not one step inside the gaming room. L
may create passion for that which. i
followed, will lead to ruin. Seek no
those places of ill:tame where death to al
morality reigns, and where she whc
should be mans guiding star, will leaC
him to the lowest depth of infamy. Oh
nause Young man. ere too late WI