Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1888-02-11

parcl insufficient TO keep ont the cold and
the rain, or SO fitted upon the person that
the functions Of life are restrained: late
hours filed with excitement and feasting;
free drafts Of wine that make one not
bcastly intoxicated, but only f~ashiOnahly
drunk; and luxurious indolence-arc the
Instruments by which this unreal life
pushes its disciples into Observation-Disclosures
and the grave. Along the walks Of pros
porous life Death goes a-mowing-and
such harvcsts rs are rcaped, Materia
Medica has been exhausted to find Cura-
tives for these physiological deyastations.
nro2sies, cancers, C~onsumptions, govt
and almost every in6rmity IN all the realm
Of pathology have been the penalties paid.
To countcraCt the damage Pharmacy has
gone forth with mcdiCamcnt, panacCa,
elixir, cmbrocation, salve and cataplasm.
Tonight with swollen feet upon cush-
toned ottoman, and grooming with aches
innumerable, will be the votary Of luXu-
rious living, not half SO happy a. his
groom or coal HEAVIER. Wrong fashion is
the worlds undertaken, and drives thou.
sands of hearscs to Greenwood and Lau-
rel Hill, and Mount Auburn.
INTELLECTUAL DEPLETION.
But worse than that, this folly is an in
tcllcctual depletion. This endless study
Of prophecies and etiquette, patterns and
styles, is bcdwariing 10 the intellect. |
never knew q womanOr q man of extreme
fashion that knew much. How belittling
the study Of the cut OF a coat, or the tie
of a crayat. or the wrinkle i'm a sleeve. or
the color Of n ribbon, How they are
worried if something gets united, or
hangs awry. or is not nicely adjusted,
With mind capable Of measuring thc
height and depth of great subjects; able
10 unravel mysteries, to walk through the
universe, to soar up into the intinity Of
Gods attributes, lowering p~erpctually
over a new style OF cloak, | have known
men reckless as TO their character and re-
Cardlcss of interests m~omcutous and ctcr-
nal, cXasperated by the shape of a but
ton. What IS the matter with that woman
wrought up into the agony Of despair?
Oh, her mutT is out Of fashion!
Worse than all-this folly is not salts
fed until il has CXlirpatcd every moral
sentiment and blasted the soul. 4 ward
robe is the rock upon which many n soul
has been riycn. The excitement Of n
luxurious life has been the vortcs that has
swallowed mp more souls than the Ma"l-
strom of Norway ever destroyed ships.
What room for clcvating themes in a
heart filled with The trivial and unreal?
Who can wonder that in this haste for
sun-gildcd baublcs and winged thistle
down men and women should tumble into
ruin?
III TRAVELLERS TO DESTRUCTION
are not all clothed in rags. On that road
chariot iostlcs against chariot; and be
hind stceds in harness golden plated and
glittcring, they 90 down, coach and four,
herald and postillion; rackcting on the
hot pavcmcnts Of hell. Clear the
track! Bazaars hang out their colors
over the road; and trees Of trop-
iCal fruitfulness ovcrbranch 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 greet the
dazzling procession with: "Ilurrah,
Hurrahr' But suddenly there is a halt
and an cutlery Of dismay, and an over
throw worse than the Red Sea tumbling
upon the Egyptians. Shadow Of grave
stones upon finest silk, Norwood
squeezed into impcarlcd gOblctsl Death
with one cold breath whitening the leaves
and freezing the fountains.
In the wild tumult Of the Last Day
the mountains falling, the heavens flying,
the thrones uprising. the universe assem-
bling; amid the boom Of the last great
thunder peal, and under the cracking of
q burning world-what will become OF
the disciple of unho'y fashion?