Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, D.T. [N.D.]) 1878-1884, 1884-01-25

K. "Begoue and quit my sight, else my second
wind returns unto me and I wallop thee yet
againv'
xL And the son again joulneyed unto the
westward, but fortune favored him not and good
luck came not unto him. ...
XII. He sank lower and lower as the days sped
by until he reached tho bedrock, where he re-
mains even unto this day.
XIII. He is a member Of the Idaho legislature,
on the democratic side thereof.
SERMON FROM A SINNER.
Sundays Daily. ..-
Young man, have you time to pause just
moment in your mad career and look about you?
Have you ever thought that there is great big
future before you that will be to you just as
you choose to make it-frescoed all over with
sweets and pleasures and rosy success, or spat-
tered with the soiling slime of bitterness, sor-
row and vain regrets? Has it ever occurred to
you that the course you are now pursuing will
carry you 30 far into the depths of infamy, deg
radiation and moral death that even the ringing
notes of Gabriels B fiat cornet would grow weak
and feeble before they could reach your earn?
You think it is jolly and manly to be able to
make big run on pool or stand up to the bar
and toss off fagon of beer like st. Paul ex-
pert. You fondly imagine that your education
in the fine arts is complete when you can sue
cessfully immure three aces in the gloomy depths
of your Prince Albert coat sleeve and knock the
supreme delights out of the two pair in which
yonr opponent has 80 oonfdingly placed his
stack of chips worth Of childish and implicit
trust. You regard it u the very ne plus ultra of
modern style and fashy gentility to stand up
before your enyious. comrades spass5ye1 birth 70
seven syllable oaths that would stagger even
Joe Cooks rare photographed sgility. Do you
know that the devil is watching you with gleam-
ing eye and that at each of your wild and wan
ton breaks he jumps up and cracks his cloven
hoofs together with impish glee and wags his
tail in fiendish paroxysm OF delight?
You can make for yourself such recordk that
when you die you will leave behind you name
that men will honor and women will mention
only with reverence, or you can leave nothing
but a bad reputation and feeling of relief
that you are gone. You can crowd in with
other victims in disreputable precinct of Pot
ter's Field, or you can take frst-class apart
ments on the main street of a high toned ceme-
tery and be the proud possesser of marble
shaft with an eight line burst of poetical pleas
antry on its cleaning side.
Stop today! It Is Sunday and the front doors
III cIo1 md x,oy,
have ample time to overhaul the air brakes and
apply them with an energy that must succeed.
Set your aim away up SO high on the proud PIN
nacle of fame that you have to use telescope
to locate the point at which you mean to stop,
and then at once proceed to get there as Eli of
old did. If obstacles arise in your path kick them
out, and kick them 80 far that they can never
roll back again. Kick them clear over the eter-
nal walls of the universe and press forward with
the eagerness of grass widow on q matrimonial
scent. Nothing can then impede your progress
Don't think that your style will carry you
through life to a pleasant camp in the golden
realms above. st. Peter wears out six pairs of
stoQa boots month kicking dudes over into the
lines of the arch
Be honest, upright and true and men will re-
spect you even if cleaning vistas of your pale
skin can be seen through the frequent intermis-
sions in your clothes, and the patches in the
equator of your breaches look like q crazy quilt
at church fair. Be flashy. dudish and foppish
and on your death bed you Couldn't get pru-
dent doctor to trust you for professional opin-
ion of your case.
We once knew two young men who had the
misfortune to be brothers. One of them thought
more of glazed oollaoand a phantom cane
with an ivory limb for head than he did Of the
plan of salvation. He strutted through life
with the self important strut of a 60-cent
rooster and when he died he left to the world
nothing but dead-broke widow and an army
of nonplussed creditors. He went down to his
grave unhopored and unsung and the driver of
his hearse didn't even think it necessary to comb
his hair and put on . clean collar. The other
brother was plain, plodding bunch of indus
trial honesty, who didn't think it necessary to
call in corps of civil engineers to part bis hair
accurately, and fortune seemed to be lying in
ambush for him at every turn. he lived res
pected and honored, and strong mems lips
trembled and their eyes we're damp when they
told each other that he was dead. He was fol-
lowed to the grave by the whole community and
left money enough to enrich every lawyer that
was employed in the contest of his will.
Think of this, young man. and call halt to,
day. Don't put it off until tomorrow. This
varv ovon;nu Won NAV fill your system full of
lobster salad and in the silent watches of the
night the cramps may double you mp into an
italic interrogation point, and ere the glorious
sun of another day gilds the eastern horizon
with : roseate flush your immortal soul may be
cropping confusedly about in search Of . seat in
eternity and your friends BE- standing over
mass Of tangled up remains which they fear
they can mover get into coffin in decent shape.
Halt!