St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-05-04

you give Hill uldy lueGJ lawful OK pe0ulUurcS
but not the sinful indulgences in which he
has entered, and he takes by theft that
which you do not give him in lawful salary.
How brightly the path of unrestrained
amusement opens. The young man says:
mind economy. I'll get money somehow.
What fine road What beautiful day
for ride! Crack the whip and over the
turnpike! Come boys, fill high your
glasses. Drii@.! Long life, health. plenty
of rides just like thisp' handwriting
men hear the clatter of the hoofs and look
up and say, ''Why, l wonder where those
fellows get their money from. We have to
toll and drudge They do nothing" To
these gay men life is thrill and an excite
ment They stare at other people and in
turn are stared at The watch-chain jim
giles,
THE CUP FOAMs.
The cheeks flush. The eyes flash. The
midnight hears their guffaW. They swag
ger. They jostle decent men off the side
walk They take the name of God in vain.
They parody the hymen they learned at
their mothers knee; and to all pictures Of
coming disaster they cry out: ''Who
caresw and to the counsel of some Chris
tian friend, 'Who are you?" Passing
along the street some night you hear
shrek in a grog shop, the rattle Of the
watchman's club, the rush of the police.
What is the matter now? Oh. this reck-
less young man has been killed in grog-
shop fight. Garry him home to his fathers
house. Parents will come down and wash
his wounds and close his eyes in death.
he cannot in his silence ask it.
jOaJ or
last. Mother will go to her little garden
and get the sweetest flowers and twist them
into chaplet for the silent heart of the
hayward boy, and push back from the
bloated brow the long locks that were once
her pride. And the air will be rent with
the fathers cry, ooh, my son, my son, my
poor son! would God l had died for thee, oh,
my son. my sOnH'
Again. any amusement that gives you a
distaste for domestic life is bad. How many
bright domestic circles have been broken
UP by sinful amusements! The father went
Off, the mother went off, the child went off.
There are to-day the fragments before
me of
BLASTED HOUSEHOLDS.
Oh, if you have wandered away would
like to charm you back by the sound of one
word, ''home." Do you not know that
you have but little more time to give to
domestic welfare? Do you not see, father,
that your children are soon to go out into
the world, and all the influence for good
you are to have over them you must have
now? Death will break in on your con-
jugal relations, and alas, if you have to
stand over the grave of one who persisted
from neglect! l saw hayward husband
standing at the death-bed of his Christian
wife, and saw her point to a ring on her
finger and heard her say to her husband:
do you see that ring?" He replied, eyes,
I see it, ''Well," said she, ''do you re-
Il put it there" And all the past seemed
to rush upon him. By the memory
of that day when in the presence
of men and angels you promised
to be faithful in joy and sorrow, and in
sickness and in health; by the memory of
those pleasant hours when you sat to-
gether in your new home talking of bright
future, by the cradle and the joyful hour
when one life was spared and another
given; by that sick bed when the little one
lifted up the hands and called for help and
you knew he must die, and he put one arm
round each of your neckS and brought you
very near together in that
DYING KISS,
by the little grave in Greenwood that you
never think of without rush of tears, by
the family Bible where, in its stories of
heavenly love is the brief but expressive
record of births and deaths, by the neglects
of the past.and by the agonies of the future,
by judgment day when husbands and
wives, parents and children, In immortal
groups, will stand to be caught up in shin
ing array or to shrink down into darkness,
by all that beg you to give to home your
best affections. l look in your eyes to-day
and I ask you the question that Gehazi
asked Of the Shunamite: SIS it well with
thee? Is it well with thy husband? Is it
well with thy child?" God grant that it
may be everlastingly well!
Let me say to all young men, your style
of amusement will decide your eternal des-
tiny. One night saw young man at the
street corner evidently doubling as to which
direction he had better take, his hat lifted
high enough so you could see he had an in
telligent forehead, stout chest; he had ro-
bust development. Splendid young man.
Cultivated young man. Honored young
man. Why did he stop there while so
many were going up and down? The fact
is that every man has a good angel and
bad angel contending for the mastery of his
spirit, and there was good angel and
bad angel struggling with that
young mans soul at the corner of
the street. ''Come with me-" said the
good angel, 81 will take you home. will
bless every cup you drink out of,
EVERY COUCH
you rest on, every doorway you enter; l
will consecrate your tears when you weep.
Come with me, said the good angel in
voice of unearthly symphony. ''No, no"
said the bad angel; ''come with me- have
something better to offer. The wines 1
pour are from chalices of bewitching ca
rousal. The dance l lead is over floor tes-
selated with unrestrained indulgencies.
The paths I tread are through meadows
daisied and primrosed. Come with meP'
The young man hesitated at time when
hesitation was ruin, and the bad angel
smote the good angel until it departed,
spreading wings through the starlight until
forever the wings vanished. That was the
turning point in that young mans history,
for, the good angel flown, he no longer hes
itated, but started on a pathway which is
beautiful at the opening but blasted at the
last. The bad angel leading the way,
opened gate after gate, and at each gate the
road became rougher and the sky more and
more lurid and what was peculiar, as the
gates slammed shut they came to with jar
that indicated they would never open. The
scenery on either side the road changed
from gardens to deserts and the bright
wings of the bad angel turned to sackcloth
and the eyes of light became hollow with
hopeless grief, and on the right side of the
road there was q serpent and the man said
to the bad angel, ''What is that serpent?"
and the answer was, THAT is the serpent
of singing remorse.'' A vulture flew
through the sky, and the man asked
THE BAD ANGEL,
ssWhat is that vulture?" and the answer
was, "That is the vulture waiting for the