The Nicodemus cyclone. [volume] (Nicodemus, Graham County, Kan.) 1887-1888, 1888-03-30

habits all gambling practices, all houses Of
Sir Halt aid half work will atIiount to moth
ing; it must be Waterloo. Shrink back now
and you are lost. Push on, and you are saved
A Spartan general fell at the very moment OF
victory, but he dipped his finger in his own
Blood and wrote on rock near which he was
dying. Sparta has conquered" Though
your Struggle to get rid Of sin may seem to be
almost death struggle, you can dip your fr-
ger. in your own blood aud writs on the
Rock of Ages: Victory through our
Lord Jesus Christ" oh! what glo-
these young men to send home to their par
ents in the country. They go to the postof-
flee every day or two to see if there are any
letters from you. How anxious they are to
hear! Nothing would please them half so
much as the news you might send home to-
morrow that you have given your heart to
God. | know how it is in the country. The
night comes on. The cattle stand under the
rack through which bursts the trusses of hay.
The horses Just having frsked up through the
meadow at the night fall, stand knee-deep III
the bright straw that invites them to lie down
and rest. The perch of the howell is iull of
fowl their feet warm under the feathers. In
the old farm house at night no candle is
lighted, for the flames clap their hands about
the great backlog, and shake the shadow of
the group up and down the wall. Father and
mother sit there for half an hour, saving moth
ing. | wonder what they are thinking of.
After while the father breaks the silence
and saysi "Well, | wonder where our boy is
in town tonight and the mother answers
"ln no bad place | warrant you; we always
could trust him when he was home, and since
he has been away there have been so many
prayers offered for him we can trust him STILL"
Then at eight o'clock for they retire early in
the country-at eight O'Clock they kneel down
and commend YOU to that God who watches
in country and in town, on the land and on
the sea.
Some one said to a Grec!an general: ''What
was the prOudest moment of your life?' He
thought moment, and said: ''The proudest
moment of my life was when | sent word home
to my parents that l had gained the
victory" And the proudest and most
brilliant moment i'll your life will be the
moment when you can send word to your
parents in the country that you have conquer
ed your evil habits, by the grace of God, and
become eternal victor Oh: despise not
parental anxiety. The time will come when you
will have neither father nor mother, and you
will 90 around the place where they used to
watch you, and find them gone from the
house, and gone from the field, and gone from
the neighbOrhOod. Cry as loud for forgive
ness as you may over the mound in the
churchyard, they will not answer. Dead!
Deadi 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 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 digrace on his fathers
name. God pity the young man who has
broken his mothers heart. Better if he
had never been born-bctter if in the first
hour of his life, instead of being laid against
the warm bosom of maternal tenderness, he
had been cOtfined and sepuchred. There is
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one who has brought parents to a sorrowful
grave, and who wanders about through the
dismal cemetery, rending the hair and wiring
ing the hands. and crying: "Mother!" moth
er!' Oh, that to-day, by all the memories of
you would yield your heart to God. May
your fathers God and your mothers God be
your God forever.