The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1882-09-28


Blessed the songs the little ones sings
at nightfan when sleep is closing
the eyes and lOOsening the hand from
the toy on the pillOwl Blessed the
mothers heart, whose every thrOb Is
a prayer to God for the salvation OF her
children The world grows old, and
soon the stars will cease to illuminate
it, and the herbage to elOthe 1t, and the
mountains to guard 1t, and the waters
to refresh it, and the heavens.to over
span it, and the long story OfIts sin
aud shame and glory and trial VIII turn
into ashes; but parental influences,
starting in the early home, will roll on
and up into the great eternity, blooming
in all the Joy, waving in all the triumph
eXulting in all the song of heaven, or
grOaning in all the pain and shrinking
back into all the shame and frOw1ing
in all the darkness of the great prison
house. Oh, fatherl oh. mother! in which
direction is your influence tending?
verify believe that three-fOurths of
the wickedness of the great city runs
out rank and putrid from undisciplined
homes. Sometimes l know there is an
exception. From a bright, beautiful.
cheerful, Christian home husband or
| a son will go off to die. How long you
had that boy in your prayerp He does
| not know what tears you have shed. He
| nights you have passed about him. He
started Oh the downward road, and will
not stop, call you never so tenderly.
OH IL is hard; it is very hard after hav-
ing expended so much kindness and
care to get such pay of ingratitude.
There Is many young man proud OF
his mother who would strike into the
dust the bastard who would dare to do
her wrong, whose hand this morning by
n - or ~ in al n 10 oho N do
ger to plunge through that mothers
heart. 1 saw it. The telegram sum-
mOned him. 1 saw him come in, scar
red and blOated, to look upon the life
less form of his mOther-thOse gray
| locks pushed back over the Wrinkled
brow he had whitened by his wayward.
ness. Those eyes had rained floods of
tears over his iniquity; that still white
hand had written many loving letter
of counsel and invitation. He had bro
ken that old heart. When he came in
he threw himself on the coffin and Sob
bed outright and cried: "MOtharl moth
erP' but the lips that kissed him in in
fancy and that had spoken so kindly on
other days when he came home spake
not. They were sealed forever. Rather
| than such a memory on my soul would
have rolled on me now the Alps and the
Himalayas, "The eye that mOcketh its
father and refuseth to obey its mother,
the ravens of the valley shall pick /:
out and the young eagles shall eat it,"
The second ealdrOn of iniquity to
| which L point you is an indOlent life.
There are young men coming to our
city with industrious habits, and yet
they see in the city great many men
who seem to get along without any
work. They have no business, and yet
| they are better dressed than industrious
men, and they seem to have more facili
ties of access to amusements. They
have plenty of time to spare to hang
around the engine house, or the Pierre
pOnt House, or the st. Nicholas, or the
other beautiful hotels; or lounge around
the City Hall, their hands in their pOck-
cts, tOOth-pick in their mouth, waiting
for some crumb to fall from the office
holders table: or gazing at the crimi-
| nails as they come up in the morning
from the station houses, jeering at them
as they leap from the city van to the
Courthouse steps. All, | would as soon
think of standing at the gate of Green
wood to enjoy funeral as to stand at
| the City Hall in the morning when the
city van drives to look at the carcasses
of men and women slain for both worlds.
The Industrious people see these idlers
! standing about, and they wonder how
they make a living. l wonder, too.
They have plenty of money for the ride.
They have plenty of money to bet on
the boat race or the horse race; they
can discuss the flavor of the cOstliest
wines; they have the best seats at the
theaters. But still you ask me: "HOw
do they get their money!" Well, my
friends, there are four ways of getting
mOney-just four: By Inheritance, by
earning it, by begging it, bystealing it.
Now, there are many people in our COM
munity who seem to have plenty of
money who did not inherit it, and who
did not earn it, and who did not beg it.
You must take the responsibility of say
ing how they got it. There are men
who get tired Of the drudgery of life
and see these prosperous idlers, and they
cOnsOrt with them, and they learn the
same tricks, and they go to the same ru-
in-at death their departure causing no
more mourning than is felt for the fast
horse that they fOundered and killed by
too hasty watering at "TunisOn's."
Oh, the pressure on the industrious
young men is tremendous when they
see people all around about them full OF
seeming business, and doing nothingl
The multitude of those who get their
living by straightforward Is multiply
ing. What is the use of working in the
store, or Office, or shop, or on the scaf-
fold, or by the forge, when you can get
your living by your wits2 A merchant
of New York was going along the street
one evening, and he saw one of his
clerks, half-disguised, going into one of
the low theaters. He said within him
self: "Must look out for that young
man." One morning the merchant
came to the store, and this clerk of
whom have been speaking came up in
assumed CONSERVATION and said: "The
store has been on fire. have got it put
out, but many Of the goods are gone"
The merchant instantly seized tie
young man by the collar and said: ''I
have had enough of this; you can't de-
ceiVe me. Where are the goods you
stole?" And the clerk confessed in
stantly. The young man had gone into
the plan of making money by sleight-of-
hand and by his wits. You will get out
of this world just so much as under
God you earn by your own hand and
brain. HOratius was told he might
have as much land as he could pioW
around ia eeIIee day day with yoke of oxen;
and have noticed that men get moth
ing in this world that is worth possess
ing of financial, moral or spiritual
nature, save they get it by their own