The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1885-05-13

Oh, IL you have wandered away, would
like to charm you back by the sound Of
that 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 nowY Death will break in on
your conjugal relations, and, alas, IL you
have to stand over the grave of one who
perished from your neglectl saw q
wayward husband standing at the DEATH
bed Of his Christian wife, and saw her
point to ring on her finger and heard
her say to her husband: "Do you see
that ring~ He replied: eyes, / see It,"
"Well," said she, "do you remember
who put 1t there" EYES," said
he, 81 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 the 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 together in your new home, talking of
bright future by the cradle, and the joy
full 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 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 ago.
nies of the future; by Judgment day,
when husbands and wives, parents and
children, in immortal groups will stand to
be caught up in shining array, or to shrink
down into darkness by all that, beg you
to give to home your best affections.
look in your eyes to-day, and ask you the
question that Gehazi asked Of the Shuna-
mite; SIS it well with theep Is it well
with thy husbandi Is it well with thy
child~ God grant that it may be ever
lastingly we'll
Let me to say to all young men, your
style Of amusement will decide your eter-
nal destiny. One night l saw a young
man at the street corner, evidently doubt
ing as TO which direction he had better
take. He had his hat lifted high enough
so you could see he had an int elligent fore
head; stout chest. He had a robust devel-
opment. Splendid young man; cultured
young man; honored young man. Why
did he stop there while so many were go
ing up and DOWN. The fact is that every
man has good and bad angel contend
ing for the mastery of his spirit; and there
was the good 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
spread my wing over your pathway.
will lovingly escort you all through life.
will bless every cup you drink out Of,
every couch you rest on, every doorway
you enter. will consecrate your tears
when you weep, your sweat when you toll,
and at the last will hand over your grave
into the hand of the bright angel
Of Christian resurrection. In
answer to your fathers petition and
your mothers prayer have been sent OF
the Lord out Of Heaven to be your guardian
spirit. Come with mel" said the good
angel, in voice Of unearthly symphony.
1t was music like that which drops from a
lutte Of Heaven when a seraph breathes on
IL. "No, no." said the bad angel. "Come
with me. Ihave something better to offer.
The wines pour are from chalices Of be-
witching carousal; the dance l lead is over
floor tessellated with unrestrained indul-
! gencies; there is no God to frown on the
! temples of sin where worship. The skies
are Italian; the paths tread are through
meadows daisied and primrosed. Come
with meW The young man hesitated at a
time when hesitation was ruin, and the bad
angel smote the good angel until II de-
parted, spreading wings through the star
light upward and away until door flashed
! open in the sky, and forever the wings
vanished. That was the turning point in
that young mans history, for, the good
angel flown, he hesitated no longer, but
started on a pathway which is beautiful
at the opening, but blasted at tho last
The bad angel, leading the way, opened
gate after gate, and at each gate the
J road became rougher and the sky more
lurid, and, what was peculiar, as the gate
slammed shut 1t came TO with jar that
indicated that it would never open. Passed
, each portal, there was grinding of locks
and showing Of bolts; and the scenery
on either side the road changed from gar.
dens TO deserts, and the June air became
a cutting December blast, and the bright
wings of the bad angel turned to sack
cloth, and the eyes Of light became hollow
with hopeless grief, and the fountains,
that at the start had tossed wine, poured
forth bubbling tears and foaming blood,
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 SER
pent of stinging remorse." On the left
side Of the road there was lion, and the
man said to the bad angel: "What is that
lion" And the answer was: "That il
the lion Of all-devouring despair" A vul-
ture few through the sky, and the man
asked the bad angel; "What Is that
vultureW And the answer was: "That
is the vulture waiting for the carcasses
of the slain" And then the man began
to try to pull of Of him the folds Of some.
thing that had wound him round and
round, and he said to tho bad angel:
"What is it that twists me In this awful