The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1884-03-15

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Lincoln stood there in the gaze of as
sembled thousands, grasping the hat
desperately, and seeking in vain for a
safe place to deposit it, Douglas, who
sat immediately in the rear, saw the
embarrassment of his rival, and rising
took the shining beaver from its sore
ly bothered owner and held it during
the delivery of the inaugural address.
1t is doubtful whether, five years be-
fore, Stephen A. Douglas eyer dream
ed that he was destined to hold the
hat Of Abraham Lincoln while that
individual was appearing for the first
time as President of the United States.
The following letter taken from the
Covington Commonwealth, was writ
ten by q father to son Of dissipated
habits:
My DEAR SoN: What would YOU
think of yourself if you should come
to our bedside every night, and wax
ing us up, tell us you would not allow
us to sleep any more? That is what
you are doing, and that is why | am
up. Your mother is nearly worn out
with turning from side to side, and
with signing because you won't let her
sleep. That mother who nursed you
In infancy, toiled for you in your child
hood, and looked with pride and Joy
npon you as you were growing up to
manhood, as she counted on the COM
fort and support you would give her
in her declining years.
We read of a most barbarous man
ner in which one of the Oriental ma
tons Furnishes some of its criminals.
1t is by cutting the flesh from the
body in small pieces slowly cutting
off the limbs, beginning with the fin
gers and toes, one joint at time
until the wretched victim dies. That
is just what you are doing are
killing your mother by inches. You
have planted many OF the white hairs
that are appearing so thickly in her
head before the time. Your cruel
hand is drawing the lines of sorrow on
her dear face, making her look pre-
maturely old. You might as we'll
stick your knife in her body every
time you come near her, for your CON
duct is stabbing her to the heart. You
might as well bring her coffin and
force her into it, for you are pressing
her toward it with very rapid steps.
Would you tread on her body if
Frustrated on the floor? And vet with
ungrateful foot YOU are treading on
her heart and crushing out life and
joy-no, | need not say joy, for that
is a word we have long ago ceased to
see, because you have taken it away
from us. OF course, we have meet our
friends with smiles, but they little know
the bitterness within. You have tax
en- the roses out Of your sisters path
way, and scattered thorns instead; and
from the pain they inhict scaiding
tears are often seen coulsing down her
cheeks. Thus you are blighting her
life as well as ours.
And what can you promise yourself
for the future? Look at the miserable,
bloated, ragged wretches whom YOU
meet every day, and see in them the
exact picture Of what you are coming
to, and will be in Il few years Then
in the end a drunkard's grave and a
drunkard's doomi for the Bible says:
mo drunkard shall inherit the king
dom" Where then will you be? If
not i'll the kingdom of God you must
be somewhere else.
VIII not these considerations induce
you to quit at once and for all time?
And may God help you for he can
and will if you earnestly ask it.
Your affectionate but sorrow-strik-
en- father.