Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1888-02-17

build their castle on the Rhine. Men get
into Jail not because they steal, but be-
cause they did not steal enough.
Again: Wrong fashion is incompatible
with happiness. Those who depend for
their comfort upon the admiration of
others arc subject to frequent disappoint-
ment Somebody will criticise their ap-
peeaIrance, or surpass them in brilliancy, or
will receive more attention. Oh, the
jealousy and distraction and heart burn
lngs of those who move in this bewildered
maze! Poor butterflies! Bright wings do
not always bring happiness. "She that
liveth in pleasure is dead while she
ilveth." The revelations of high life that
come to the challenge and the fight are
only occasional groupings out of dis
quletudes that are underneath, like the
stars of heaven for multitude, but like the
demons of the pit for hate. The misery
in the straw is not so utter as the princely
disquietude that stalks through splendid
drawlng-rooms, brooding over the Sights
and otfenses of luxurious life. The bit.
terness OF life seems not SO uniting when
drunk out of pewter mug rs when it
pours from the chased lips of a golden
chalice. In the sharp crack Of the volup-
tuary's pistol, putting an end to his earthly
misery, [ hear the confirmation that in a
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Again: Devotion to wrong fashion is
productive of physical disease, mental i'm
becility and spiritual whitening. Apparel
| insufficient to KEEP out the cold and the
rain, or so fitted upon the person that the
functions OF life are restrained; late hours
filled with excitement and feasting; free
drafts of vine that make one not beastly
intoxicated, but only fashionably drunk,
and luxurious indolence-are the instru-
ments by which this unreal life pushes its
| disciples into yaletudinarianism and the
grave. Along the walks of prosperous life
death goes a-mowing-and such harvests
as are repeated! Materia medca has been
| exhausted to find curatives for these physio-
logical devastations. Dropsies, cancers,
consumptions, govt, and almost every in
trinity in oil the realm of pathology have
been the penalties paid. 70 counteract
the damage pharmacy has gone forth with
medicament, panacea, elixir, embrocation,
salve, and catapasm.
Tonight with swollen feet and cushioned
ottoman, and grooming with aches in
Vulnerable, will be the vo;ary of luxurious
living, not half so happy as his groom or
coal HEAVIER. Wrong fashion is the world s
undertaken, and drives thousands of hearses
! to Greenwood and Laurel Hill and Mount
| Auburn.
But, worse than that, this folly is an in
tellectual depletion. This endless study of
prophecies and etiquette, patterns and
styles, is bedwarting to the intellect.
never knew woman or q man of extreme
fashion that knew much. How belittling
j the study OF the cut of coat, or the tie of
a cravat, or the wrinkle in sleeve, or the
color of 4 ribbon! How they are worried
if something gets united, Or hangs awry.
Or is not nicely adjusted! With mind
capable of measuring the hegth and
depth of great subjects; able to unraveI
mysteries, to walk through the universe,
to soar up into the infnity of Gods attri-
butes-hovering perpetually over q new
| style Of cloak. | have known men reckless
as to their character and regardless of in
terests momentous and eternal, exasper-
ated by the shape of a vest button. What
into the agony of despair? Oh, her mutf
is out of fashion +!
Worse than all-this folly is not satisfied
until it has extirpated every moral senti-
ment and blasted the soul. A wardrobe is
the rock upon which many soul has been
riven. The excitement of luxurious life
has been the vortex that has swallowed up
more souls than the Maelstrom off
Norway ever destroyed ships. What
room for elevating themes in heart
filled with the trivial and unreal?
| WHO cau WOuuer tuat III IQlS uiiSCo lOr sun .
| gilded baubles and winged thistle down
men and women should tumble into ruin?
The travellers to destruction are not all
clothed in rags. On that road chariot
| jostles against chariot; and behind steeds
in harness golden plated and glittering,
they go down, coach and four, herald and
position, racketing on the hot pavements
of hell. Clear the track! Bazaars hang
out their colors over the road; and trees of
tropical fruitfulness overbranch the way.
No sound of woe disturbs the air, but all is
light, and song, and wine and gorgeous
ness. The world comes out to meet the
dazzling procession with: "Hurrah! hur-
rah!" But suddenly there is halt and an
outcry of dismay, and an overthrow worse
than the Red Sea tumbling upon the Egyp-
| tians. Shadow of gravestones upon finest
silk! Norwood squeezed into impearled
goblets! Death with one cold breath with
ering the leaves and freezing the foun-
tains.
| In the wild tumult of the last tay-the
mountains falling, the heavens flying, the
thrones uprising, the universe assembling;
amid the boom of the last great thunder
peal and under the cracking of a burning
world-what will become of the disciple Of
unholy fashion?
But watch the career of one thoroughly
artificial. Through inheritance, or per-
haps his own skill having obtained enough
for purposes of display, he feels himself
thoroughly established. He sits aloof
from the common herd, aud looks out of
his window upon the poor man and says:
"Put that dirty wretch off my steps inn
mediately!" On Sabbath day he finds the
church, but mourns the fact that he must
worship with so many Of the inelegant,
and says: "They are perfectly awful"
"That man that you put in my pew had
coat on his back that did not cost So" He
struts through life unsympathetic with
trouble and says: II cannot be bothered"
Is delighted with some doubtful story of
Partisan life, but thinks that there are
some very indecent things in the Bible.
Walks arm in arm with the successful man
of the world, but does not know his own
brother. Loves to be praised for his splen-
did house, and when told that he looks
younger than ten years ago, says: "Well,
really; do you think so?"
But the brief strut of his life is about
over. Upstairs he dies. No angel wings
lowering about him. no gospel promises
kindlins up the darkness; but exquisite
embroidery, elegant pictures, and bust
of Shakespeare on the mantel. The
pulses stop; the minister comes in to read