National Republican. (Washington City (D.C.)) 1872-1888, 1886-11-22
looks over at these children and thinks of the

looks over at these children and thinks Of the
awful time she had to get them ready.
AMER the boy or girl comes a little further on
in life, the mark OF sin upon them is still more
evident. The son comes In from u pugilistic
encounter in the streets bearing the marks Of
defeat Ths daughter practices PosySe de-
do? can't always be correcting and scolding,
and yet these things must be stopped" IL Is
especially sad Il the parent sees his own faults
copied by the child. IL is very hard work TO
pull up nettle that we ourselves planted.
We remember that the greatest frauds that
ever shook the banking houses of the country
started from O boys deception a good many
years ago; and the cleaning blade Of the muir
derer is only another blade Of the knife
with which the boy struck at his comrade.
The cedar OF Lebanon, that wrestles with the
blast, started from seed lodged in the side of
the mountain, ands the most tremendous dis
honesties Of the world once toddled out from
the cradle. All these things make parents
anxious.
Anxiety on the part OF parents also arises
the consciousness that there are so many temp
tntions thrown all around our young people.
1t may be almost impossible to take castle by
ACKNOWLEDGEMENT siege: but suppose In
the night there Is traitor within. and he goes
down and draws the bolt and swings open the
great door, and then the castle falls immedi.
the young: they have foes without and foes
within. There are great many, who try to
make our young people belieys that Il Is a
toss his head and take dramatic attitudes and
tell of his own indlscretlons and ask the young
man II he would not like to do the same. And
they call MIN verdant, and they say he is green
and unsophisticated, and wonder how he can
bear the Puritanical s.raight.jacket They tell
him he ought to break from his mothers apron
s ali about anu to sHny Come with @e. Soa
ought to see the world. 1t won't hurt You. Do
as you please, II will be the making Of you"
want want to be odd, nor can / afford to sacrifice
these friends, and I'll so and see for myself"
From the. gates of he'll there goes shout Of
victory Farewell TO- all innoeenee-farewell
nocence which once gone. never comes back.
l heard one OF the best men l ever knew, 70
years Of age, say Sir, God has forgiven me
hut there is one sin committed at % years of
age that never will forgive myself for. 1t
sometimes comes over me overwhelmingly
Young men, hear II. How many traps there
are set for our young people That Is what
makes parents so anxious. Here are tempta-
tons for every form of dissipation and every
stage OF 1t. The young man, when he first
goes into dissipation Is very particular where
he goes. II must be fashionable hotel He
could not be tempted into these corner nuts:
ances, with red-stained glass and a mug OF
beer painted on the signboard. You ask the
| young man to go into that place and he would
say DO you mean TO insult me- mo- II
| must be no lustful pictures behind the coulter:
| there must be no drunkard hiccuping while
| he takes his glass. II must be place where
elegant gentlemen come IN and CLICK their cut
| glass and drink to the announcement of Hat.
| tering sentiment. But the young man cannot
| always find that kind of place; yet he has u
thirst and II must be grailied. The down
| grade Is sleeper now, and he is almost at the
| bottom Here they sit in an oyster cellar
| around card table, wheeling, bloated, and
| bloodshot, with cards so greasy YOU eau hardly
| tell who has the best hand But never mind:
| they are only playing for drinks Shuttle away!
shuttle away! The landlord s!aads In his shirt
| sleeves, with hands on his hips, watching the
game, and waiting for another call to fiji up
the glasses. 1t Is the hot breath of eternal woe
| that ilushes That young mans cheek. In the
Jets of gaslight see the shooting out of the
| fiery tongue of the worm that never dies. The
clock strikes twelve; 1t is the toling of the bell
of eternity at the burial OF a soul. Two hours
| pass on, and they are all sound asleep In their
chairs. Landlord says. Come, now; wake up;
| it's time to shut up" They look up and say,
"What? 'lts time to shut up" Push them
out Into the air, They are going home, Let
hide under the bed They are going home.
What IL tho history of that young man. lie
began his dissipation at the Fifth Avenue
Hotel, and completed his damuatlon in the
But sin even does not stop here. II comes
to the door of the drawing room, TheIe are
best classes of society. They are 50 iasciuat.
ing-they have such bewitchlng way of
offering their arm. Yet the poison of asps Is
under the tongue and their heart is hell. Az
while they begin to put forth their talOns of
death. Now they begin to show really what
they are. Suddenly, although you could not
have expected II, they were so charming in
their manner, so fascinating in their address
suddenly cloud, blacker than was ever
woven of midnight or hurricane drops upon
some domestic circle, There is agony in the
parental bosom that none but the Lord God
can measure-an agony that wishes that the
children Of the household had been swallowed
by the grave, when II would be only loss of
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matter with that household2 They have not