The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1886-12-10
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ter sonnet 1HlU ~ llh6 LLllSs
my old o6Iuganionsi I start this cay LOT Ior
Heaven Until 1 sm persuaded you WIZ JOIN
me in this, farewell" :"
Then sign your name, and send the letter
with the first post. Give up your bad COM
pauions or give up Heaven. 1t is not ten
bad companions that destroy mau' nor
five bad companions, nor three bad com
panious. but one What chance is there for
that young man saw along the street, four
or five young men with him, halting in front
Of q Erog-shop, urging him to go IN, he re-
sisting, Violently resisting, until MteF
awhile they forced him to go in! 1t was O
summer night, and the door was left openy
and l saw the process. They held nm fast1
and they put the cup to his lips and tney
forced down the strong drink %haa
chance is there for such young mani
I counsel you, also, seek Christian advice.
Every Christian man is bound to help you.
If you find no other human ear Wiling 10
listen to your story of struggle, come 10
me and will, by every sympathy OF my
heart, and every prayer, and every toh oE
my hand, stand beside you in the struggle
for reformation and, as ] hope to havo
my own sins forgiven, and hope TO be ac-
Quilted at the judgment seat OF Chrlst,
will not betray you. First 81 all, seek
God-then seek Christian counsel Gather
up all the energies OF body, mind and SOUL
and, appealing to God for success, declGEp
lAAlS udN CNGAAtlotAllS ffe@A eAsoa'iAs'N '-A
ing habits, all gaming practices, all houses
of sin. Ealf-and-haf work Will amount 70
nothing; it must be a Waterloo. SHRINK
back now, and you are lOst-push on, ana
you are saved. A Spartan General fell at
Ire very moment of victory, but he dipped
his finger III his own blood and wrote on
rock near which he was dying: SpartG
has conquered" a" Though your struggle ~
get rid of sin may seel1 almost death
struggle, you can dip your finger IN your
own blood and write on the Rock OF Ages;
Victory through our Lord Jesus Christ"
Oh, what glorious news it would be Tor
some of these young men to send homo 80
their parents in the country these holidays
Witch are coming. They go TO tho 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 book from one
Of our best publishing houses or complete
wardrobe from the importers paacei 10
would not please them half as much "a tho
news you might send home tomorrow that
you had given your heart to God know
how it is III the country. The night comes
on. The cattle stand under the rack,
through which burst the trusses OF hay.
The horses. just having frisked up
from the meadow, stand knee accP
IN the bright straw that invites them 10
lie down and rest. The perch of the hoVel
Is full of fowl, their feet warm under their
feathers In the farmhouse at night 10
candle is lighted, Tor the flames clap their
hands about the great black log, and shake
the shadow of the grOop up and down 'h@
wall. Father and mother sit there Tor halE
an hour, saying nothing. l wonder what
they are thinking of. After awhile father
breaks the silence and says: Well, !
wonder where our boy is in town to-
nightP' and mother answers: - In no bad
place, l warrant you; we always could
trust him when ne was home, and since ne
has been away there have been 50 many
prayers offered for him, we can trust him
stiIl.n Then at eight o'clocl1-for they re-
tire eariv in the country they lIneel downs
and commend you to that God who watches
| in country and in town, on the and land on
/ the sea.
/ Some one said to q Grecian Generals
| oWhat was the proudest moment IN your
/ Iifeir He thought a moment and said
! eThe proudest moment III luy life was
wien sent home word to my parents that
! had gained the victory" And the proud
est and most brilliant moment in your llid
will be the moment when you can SEND
word to your parents that you have con-
quered your evil habits, by the grace OF
God, and become eternal victor On, de-
spise not parental anxiety
The time will come when you will have
neither father or mother, and you win 90
around the place where they used 10 watch
you and find them gone from the house,
and gone from the field, and gone from the
neighborhOod. Cry rs loud for forgiveness
as you may over the mound in the church,
yard, they will not answer. Dead Deadl
And then you will take out the white lock
of hair that was cut from your mothers
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 rs 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 namel God pity
the young man who has broken his moth
er's heart! Better If 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 i1e had been
cofiined and sepulchered. There is 10 balm
powerful enough 70 heal the heart Of one
who has brought parents TO a sorrowful
grave, and who wandcrs about through tho
dismal cemetery rendng the hair and
wringing the hands, and crying: "Motheri
motherl" Oh, that to-day, by all the mem
cries Of the past and by ali the hopes Of tho
future, you would yield your heart to dod.
May your fathers God, and your mothers
God, be your God foreverl