Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1881-02-14

the tin.shop, by the forge, in the iacto-
nv. in the counting-room, and ne VIII
no. find her, and he will be dissatisfied.
The man who gives himself up TO the
indiscrimiHate reading of novels will be
nevertheless, inane and nuisance. ne
will be fit neither for the store, nor the
shop. nor the field. The woman VINO
gives herself up to the indiscriminate
.Teadihp OF novels will be untitled for
the duties of wife, mother, sister,
Laughter. There she is, hair dishev-
elled. countenance vacant, cheeks pale,
hands trembling, bursting into tears at
midnight over the fate OF some uniortu-
nate lover. In the daytime when she
ought to be busy, staring by the hall
hour at-nothing; biting her nnger
nails to the quick. The carpet that was
plain before will be palmer after having
through a romance all night long wan
dered in tessellated halls and castles,
and YOUR industrious companion Will be
more unattractive than ever, now that
Won have walked in the romance through
parks with plumed princesses or lounged
in the arbor with the polished despera-
do.
oh, These Confirmed Novel Readers!
They are unfit for this life, which is a
tremendous discipline, They know not
how to 90 through the furnaces OF trial
where they must pass, and they are un-
fitted for a world where everything we
gain We achieve by hard, long contlnu-
Ing. exhaustive work. Again, ABSTAIN
from all those books which, while they
have some good things about them, have
also an admixture OF evil. You have
read books that have had the two ele-
ments in them, the good AMI the bad
which stuck to you? The bad! The
heart of most people is like sieve
which let's the small particles OF gold fall
through, but keeps the great clnders.
Once in a while there is mind like q
loadstone, which, plunged amid steel
and brass filings, gathers up the steel
and repels the brass. But II is generally
lust the opposite. Ii you attempt to
plunge through an edge OF burrs to get
one blackberry, you will get more burrs
than blackberries. You cannot afford
to read bad book, however good you
are You say, "The influence is inslg..
nifcant." tell you that the scratch OF
a pin has sometimes produced the lock-
Jaw. Alas, il through curiosity, as
many do, YOU pry through an evil book,
your curiosity is as dangerous as that OF
the man who should take
A Torch into Gunpowder MILL
merely to see whether it really would
blow up.
Some wears ago in menagerie in New
York man put his hand through the
bars OF black leopard's> cage. The
animals hide looked so sleek and bright
and beautiful. He Just stroked it once.
The monster seized him, and he drew
forth the hand torn and mangled and
bleeding. Oh, touch not evil, even with
the faintest stroke; though 1t may be
glossy and beautiful, touch 1t not, lest
you pull forth your soul torn and bleed
ing under the clutch of the black Loop
ard. "But," you say" chow can i find
out whether q book is good or bad with
out reading it," There is always some.
thing suspicious about a bad book. |
never knew an exception. Something
suspicious in the index or the style OF
illustration. This venomous reptile al
most always carries warning rattle
Again, | charge you 10 stand OF from
ali those books which corrupt the i'm
agination and infame the passions. ]
do not refer now to that kind OF book
which the villain has under his coat
waiting for the school 10 be out, and
then looking both ways to see that there
is no policeman round the block, oilers
the book TO your son on his way home.
| do not speak OF that kind of literature,
but of that which evades the law and
comes out in political style and with
acute plot sounds the tocsln that rouses
up
All the Bassr Passions of the Soul.
Years ago French lady came forth as
authoress under the assumed name OF
George Sand. She smoked cigars. She
wore gentlemen's apparel. She stepped
of the bounds of deCency. She wrote
with q style ardent, eloquent, mighty in
it's gloom, horrible in its unchastity,
glowing in its verbiage, vivid in its por-
traiture, damning in its etlcc's, transius-
ing into the libraries and homes Of the
world an evil that has not begun TO re-
lent; and she has her copyists in all lands
To day under the nostrils OF your city,
there is fetid, reeking, unwashed liter
ature, enough to poison all the founda-
tions of public virtue and smlte your
sons and daughters as with the wing OF
q destroying angel, and it is time that
the ministers of the Gospel blew the
trumpet and rallied the forces of right
eousness, all armed to the teeth in this
great battle against depraved litera-
ture. Again, abstain from those
books which are apologetic OF
crime. II is a bad thing that
some OF the best and most
beautiful book bindery and some OF the
finest rhetoric has been brought to make
sin attractive. Vice is horrible thing
anything. 1t is born in shame, and it
dies bowling in the darkness. In this
world it is scourged with whip of scor.
pions, but afterward the thunders OF
Gods wrath pursue il across a bouuGless
desert, beating it with ruin and woe.
When you come to paint carnality, do
not paint it as looking fiom behind EN-.
broidered curtains, or through lattice Of
royal seraglio, bat as writhing in the
dSpnles vi Tue Clil HOepltdI
Cur ed be the Books
that try to make impuriry decent aEd
crime attractive, and hypOcricy noble.
Cursed be the books that swarm with
libertines and desperadoes, who make
the brain OF the young people whirl with
vllAiny,
Ye authors who write them, We pub.
fishers who print them, We book
sellers who distribute them, shall
be cut 10 pieces, il not by
an aroused community, then al
last by the aid If divine vengeance,
which shall sweep to the lowest pit OF
perdition all We murderers OF souls The
clock strikes midnight. Fair form bends
over romance. The eyes fash fire.
The breath is quick and irregular. Oc,
cssioially the color dashes TO the cheek
and then dies out. The hands trembie
as though a guarandian spirit were try
ing TO shake the deadly book ont OF the
grasp. Hot tears fall. She laughs with
a shrill voice that drops dead at Its own
sound. The sweat on her brow is the
spray dashed up from the river OF death.
The clock strikes -four" and the rosy
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