The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1879-01-09

away-your soul" NO" saws the
young infidel; ..here are all my gold
rings and these pictures, take
them" NO" says death; "what
do care for pictures?-your souL'
stand back" says the dying inf
del. II will not stand back" says
death, ''for you have only ten sec
onds now to live. i want your soul. .
The dying man says: Don't breathe
that cold air into my face You
crowd me too hard 1t is getting
dark in the room. o, God -
Hush, saws death, you said there
was no God" Pray for me, ex-
claims the d, ing man. Too late
TO pray. SAYS death: "but three
more seconds 10 i've, and | will
count them h-one-two-thre !"
He has gone, Where? Where?
Garry aim out and nury him beside
his fa her and mother. who died
white h"i.iing fast ihe Christian re
ligi"n. Thev died singing. but the
young intiiel only said: Don't
breathe tuat rcld air into my lace.
You crowd me to- hard. II IS get
ting das& il. the room"
suUN Ey.L COMPANIONS.
Again / urge YOU TO shun the
compauIODshlp vi ldiers There
are men hanging around every store
and office and suVp, who have no
thing 10 ito, or act as if they had
not. They are apt 10 come In when
the firm are awsy, aud wish t. en-
gage you in conversation while you
are engaged in your regular employ
ment. Politely suggest TO such
persons that you have no time to
give them in business hours. No
to have you renOunce your occupa
tion and associate with them. Much
OF the time they lounge around the
door OF engine houses, or after the
dining hOur stand upon the steps of
q fashionable hotei, or an elegant
restaurant, wishing TO give you the
idea that IL is the place whete they
dine. But they do not dine there.
They are sinking lower and lower
day by day. Neither by day or by
9ight have anything 10 do with the
idler. Before you admit y man into
your acquaintance ask him politely,
What do you do for a living?" III
he says, Nothing, | am gentle
man." look out for him. He may
have a very soft hand, very faultless
apparel. and have high-sounding
family name, but his touch is death,
Before you know it, you will, in his
presence be ashamed OF your work
,lress. Business will become 30 you
drudgery, and, alter while, you
will lose your place. and afterwards
your responsibility. AMI last of all,
your soul. IdleBess is next door
TO villsiny. Thieves, gamblers. bur
glars, shoplifters and assassins are
made from the class that have moth
ing to do. When the police go to
hunt up cnlprit, they seldom go 10
the busy carriage factory or behind
the counter where diligent clerks
are employed. But they go among
the groups of iilers. The play is
going on at the Iheater, when sud.
denly there is scufiie heard in the |
top gallery What is IT? A police
man has come in, and leaning over,
has tapped on the shoulder of a |
young man. saving, 81 want you,
sir" He has not worked during |
the day, but somehow has raked to-
gether a shilling or two to get into |
the top gallery. He is an idler.
The man ON his right hand Is an
idler, aud the mau on his left hand !
is an hitler.
During the past few years there
has been great deal of dizziness 10
business. Young men have com
planned that they have little to do.
IL they have nothing else TO do, |
they can read and improve their |
minds and hearts These times are
not always To continue. Business
il waking up, and the superior
that, in this intefregnum
of work, you may obtain, will he
worth fifty thousand dollars of cap
ital. The large fortunes OF the next
twenty years are having their FOUL
dations laid this winter by the
} Dung men VINO are giving them
selves to self-impruyement.
.-at.- (Coucluded next week