St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-06-22
Music, Ten-Pins, Billiards, Champagne
Dancing and the Race Course
Open the Season.
Jockeys, Gamblers, Libertines, Satan
Flashy Women and Brandy Smash
At the Races.
Hasty Matrimonial Alliances Be-
tween Soft-Headed Fops and
Frothy Maidens.
Fashionable Women Who T1pple
Light -Romances That
Poison the Mind.
DIR. Talmngc,s Sermon.

DhOOhL1 N, N. 4 cuiiO ~As CA' ~
mage's sermon at the Brooklyn tabernacle
this morning was on the subject: July and
August Temptations. Before the sermon
he read passages of Scripture concerning
the gardens of the Bible. The opening
hymn was:
s'Come we who love the Lord
And let our joys be KNOWN"
The text was from Mark vi, 81: Come
ye yourselves apart into desert place and
rest awhile.n Following is Dr.. Talmage's
sermon in full:
Here Christ advises his apostles to take a
vacation. They had been living an excited
as we'll as a useful life, and He advises that
they get out into the country. When, SIX
weeks ago, standing in this place L advo-
Gated with all the energy could command
the Saturday afternoon holiday did not
think the people would so soon get that re-
lease. Bv Divine fiat it has come, and l
rejoice that more people will have opportu-
nity of recreation this summer than IN any
previous summer. Others will have whole
weeks and months OF rest. The railway
trains are being laden with passengers and
baggage on their way to the mountains and
the lakes and the seaShOre. Multitudes OF
our citizens are packing their trunks for a
restorative absence. The city heats are
pursuing the people with torch and fear of
sunstroke The silent halls of
sUMPTUoUS HOTELS
are all abuzz with excited arrivals. The
crystalline surface of WinnipiSeOgee is shat
tered with the stroke OF steamers laden
with excursionists. The antlers of Adj
rondack deer rattle under the shot Of city
sportsmen. The trout make fatal snaps at
the hook of asiroit spOrtSmen and toss their
spotted briilance into the game basket.
Already the baton of the orchestral leader
taps the music stand on the hotel green.
and American life puts on festal array, and
the rumbing of the ten-pin alley and the
crack of the ivory balls on the green-baized
billiard tables, and the jolting Of the bar
room gobletS and the explosive uncorking
of champagne bottles and the whirl and
the rustic of the ballroom dance, and the
gathering hoofs of the race courses attest
that the season for the great American
watering places is fairly inaugurated Mu-
sic! Flute and drum and cornet-a-pistOn
and clapping cymbal, will wake the echoes
of the mountains. Glad 1 am that tagged
out American life for the most part will
have an opportunity to rest, and that nerves
racked and destroyed will find a Bethesda.
| believe in watering places.
But have to declare this truth to-day,
that some of our fashionable watering
places are the temporal and eternal destruc-
ton of multitude that no man can num-
Der; and
AMID THE CONGRATULATIONS
of this season and the prospect of the depart
ure Of many of you for the country, | must ut
terra note of warning, plain, earnest unmis-
taxable. The first temptation that isapt to
hover in this direction-iS to leave your piety
all at home. You will send the dog and cat
and canary bird to be well cared for some
where else; but the temptation will be to
leave your religion in the room with the
blinds down and the door bolted, and then
you will come back in the autumn to find
that it is starved and sufocated, lying
stretched on the rug, stark dead. There is
no surplus of piety at the watering places.
Another temptation around nearly all our
watering places is the horse-racing busi-
ness. We all admire horses. We want swift
Ell horses and swifter men and swifter enter
prise and the church Of God needs to get
off its jog trot. Quick tempests, quick
lightnings, quick streams; why not quick
horses?
But we do not think that the beauty or
speed of the horse should be cultured at
the expense of human degradation. Horse
races in olden times were under the ban of
Christian people; and in our day the same
institution has come up under fictitious
names. And it is called summer meet
ing, almost suggestive Of positive religious
exercises. And it is called an agricultural
fair" suggestive of everything that is i'm
proving in the art of farming. But under
those deceptive titles are the same cheating
and the same betting, the same drunken
ness and the same vagabOndage, and the
same denominations that were to be found
under the old horse-racing system. / never
knew man yet who could give himself to
the
PLEASURES OF THE TURF
for a long reach of time and not be battered
in morals. They hook up their spanking
team and put on their sporting cap and
light their cigar, and take the reins and
dash down the road to perditiOn! The
great day at Saratoga and Long Branch and
Cape May and nearly all the other watering
places is the day of the races. The hotels
are thronged, every kind of equipage is
taken up at an almost fabulous price; and
there are many respectable people mingling
with jockeys and gamblers and libertines,
dIiu ulCu dliQ AdSny NOMcll.
The bartender stirs up the brandy
smash. The bets run high. The green
horns, supposing all is fair, put in their
money, soon enough to lose it, Three
weeks before the race takes place the strug-
gle is decided and the men in the secret
know on which steed to bet their money.
The two men on the horses riding around
long before arranged who shall beat. Lean
ing from the stand or from the carriage are
men and women so absorbed in the strug-
gle of bone and muscle and mettle that they
make grand harvest for the pickpockets,
who carry off the pocketbooks and port
monnaies. Men looking on see only tive
horses with two riders flying around the
ring. but there is many man on that stand
whose honor and domestic happiness and
fortune-white name, white foot, white
f1ank-are in the ring racing with inebriety.
and with fraud and with profanity, and
with ruin-black neck, black foot, black
flank. Neck and neck they go in that moral
EPSON; white horse of honor, black horse
of ruin. Death says, 81 will bet OH the
black horse" Spectator says, II will bet
on the white horse" The white horse of
honor little way ahead. The black horse
of ruin,
SATAN MOUNTED,
all the time gaining ON him. Spectator
breathless. Put on the lash. Dig in the
spurs. There! They are past the stand.
Sure Just as 1 expected it. The black
horse of ruin has won the race, and all the
galleries of darkness cry, ''huzza! huzzaI''
and the devils come in to pick up their
wagers. All, my friends, have nothing to
do with horse-racing designations this sum-
mer.
go further and speak of another temp
tation that hovers over the watering place,
and this is the temptation to sacrifice phys
ical strength. The modern Bethesda was
intended to recuperate the physical health;
and yet how many come from the watering
places, their health absolutely destroyed.
New York and Brooklyn idiots boasting of
having imbibed twenty glasses of congress