The Brookhaven leader. [volume] (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1883-1891, 1886-12-09

| forced down the strong drink. What
/ chance is there for such a young mani
1counsel you, also, seek Christian advice.
Every Christian man is bound TO help you.
/ II you find no other human ear willing to
listen to your story Of struggle, come to
me, and Twill, by every sympathy Of my
heart, and every prayer, and every toll OF
my hand, stand beside you in the struggle
| for reformation; and, as ! hope to have
/ my own sins forgiven, and hope 10 be &C.
I Quilted at the judgment seat Of Christ,
4 will not betray you. First Of all, seek
| GOd-then seek Christian counsel Gather
up all the energies Of body, mind and soul,
and, appealing to God for success, declare
this day everlasting war against all drink
ing habits. all gaming practices a. houses
of sin. Halt.ard half work will amount TO
nothing, II must DO q Waterloo. Shrink
back now, and you are lost-push on, and
you are saved. a Spartan General fell at
the very moment Of victory, bu. lie dipped
his finger in his own blood and wrote on q
rock near which he was dying: Sparta
has conquered" Though your struggle to
get rid Of sin may seem almost u death
struggle, you can dip your finger in your
own blood and write on the Rock of Ages;
"VictoTy through our Lord Jesus Christ"
On, what glorious news Il would be for
some OF these young men to send home to
their parents In the country those holidays
which are coming They 90 10 the post
Office every day or two TO see If there are
any letters from you. How anxious they
are to hear! You might send them for a
holiday present this season a book from one
OF our best publishing houses, or complete
wardrobe from the importers palace; ID
would not please them half as much as the
news you might send home tomorrow that
you had given your heart to God. know
how it is IL the country. The night comes
on. The cattle stand under tho rack,
through which burst the trusses OF hay.
Tho horses, Just having frisked up
from the meadow, stand knee deep
IN the bright straw that invites them to
lie down and rest. The perch of the howell
is fun Of fowl their feet warm under their
feathers In the farmhouse at night no
candle is lighted, for the flames clap their
hands about the great black log, and shake
the shadow OF the group up and DOM the
wall. Father and mother st there Tor half
al hour. saving nothing. / wonder What
thew are thinking Of After awhile father
breaks the silence and says: Well,
wonder whore our boy is III town to-
nightl' and mother answers: In no bad
place, ] warrant you; we always could
trust him when ne was hoinc, and since he
has been away there have been so many
prayers offered Tor him, we can trust him
still" Then at eight o'c.ock-fOr they re-
tire early in the country-they kncel down
and commend you 10 that God who watches
in country and in town, on the and land on
the sea.
Some one said to GTccan General !
| "What was the proudes, moment in your
,F,1 l. Oh, Dny,N 0p11 G.lII .
The proudest moment in lay life was
when ] sent home word to my parents that
had gainc1 the victory" And the proud
est and most brilliant moment in your life
will be the moment when you can send
word to your parents that you have con-
! Quered your evil habit3. by the grace OF
! God, and become eternal victor. Oh, de-
] spise not parental anxiety!
The time will come when you will have
/ neither father or mother, and you will 60
around the place where they used 70 watch
! you, and find them gone from the house,
and gone from the field, and gone from the
nciEhborA0Od. Cry "a loud for forgiveness
/ rs you may over the mound in the church.
! yard, they will not answer. Dcadi Dead
! And then YOU Will take out the white lock
of hair that was cut from your mother s
brow Just before they buried her, and you
will take the cane with which your father
used to walk, and you will think and THINK,
and wish that you had done just as they
! wanted you to, and would give the world
/ if you had never thrust pang through
! their dear old hearts.
| God pity the young man who has brought
/ disgrace on his fathers name! God pity
! the young man who has broken his moth
er's heart! Better II he had never been
| born-better if in the first hour OF his life,
instead Of being laid against the warm
! bosom Of maternal tenderness, he had been
| coflined and sepulchered. There is no balm
powerful enough to heal the heart Of enc
who has brought parents to sorroWfal
! grave, and who wanders about through the
dismal cemetery rcnding the hair and
wringng the hands, and crying: Mother!
INC, her!n On, that to-day, by all the men,
cries of the past and by all the hopes of the
future, you would yield your heart TO God.
May your fathers God, and your mothers
God, be your God s)reveri