The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1888-02-10

10 nnd curatives for thoss physiological
devGstatons Dropsiss, cancsss, eON.
sumptions, govt and almost every ~.
trinity in all the realm Of pathology have
been the penalties paid To counteraCS
tho damage, Pharmacy has gone forth
with medicament. psnacsa, elixir, embso-
cation. salve and cataplasm
To-nighc with swollen feet upon oush.
ion I'd ottoman, and groaning with aches
innumerable. will be the votary Of luxuri.
Gus living, not half so happy as his &c oons
or coal-heaver. Wrong fashion is ths
worlds undertaken, and drives thousands
Of hearses to Greenwood, and Laurel Hill,
and Mount Auburn.
Bot, worse than that, this folly is an In.
tellectual depletion. This endless study
Of proI rieties and etiquette, patterns and
styles, Is bedwarfing to the intellect. Z
never knew q woman or Q man of extreme
fashion that knew much. How belittlinG
the study Of the cut OF coat, or the tie Of
q cravat, or the wrinkle in . sleeve, or tho
color Of q ribbon! How they are worried
IL something gets united or hangs awry.
or is not nicely adjustedi With a mind
capable of measuring the height and depth
If great subjects; able to unravel mys-
tories, to walk through the universe, 70
soar up in the infinity Of Gods
Notwithstanding perpetually over
q new style of cloak! I have
known men reckless as to their
character and regardless Of interests mo-
menrous and eternal, exasperated by the
shape Of vest button. What is the mat
ter with that woman wrought up in to the
agony of despair? Oh, her muH is out Of
fashion,
Worse than al. this folly Is not salts.
fed until it has extirpatsd every moral
sentiment and blasted the soul. A ward
robe is the rock upon which many q soul
has been riven. The excitement Of .
luxurious life has boon the vortex that has
swallowed up more souls than the masl-
storm Of Norway ever destroyed ships
What room for elevating themes in .
heart filed with tho trivial and unrealr
Who can wonder that in this haste fer
sun-gilded baubles and winged thistle
down, men and women should tumble into
ruin: The travellers to destruction arc
not oil clothed in rags. On that road
chariot jostles against chariot, and be-
glIttering. they 60 down, coach and four.
herald and position, racketing on the hot
pavements Of he'll. Clear tho track!
Bazaars hang out their co.o-s over tho
road, and trees Of tropicai fruitfulness
overbranch the way. No sound of wos
disturbs the air, but all is light, and
song. and wine. and gorgeoosness. The
world comes out to greet the dazzling
procession with; "Hurrah! hnrrah" But
suddenly there is a halt and an outcry Of
dismay, and an overthrow worse than the
Red Sea tumbling upon the Egyptians.
Shadow of gravestones upon finest sikh
Norwood squeezed into impaired COB
letsl Death with one cold breath wither-
ing the leaves and freezing the fount.
aims.
In the wild tumult Of the last day-tho
mountains falling, the Heavens wing, tho
thrones uprising, the universe assem-.
bling; amid the boom Of the last great
Handicapped, and under the cracking Of
q burning world-wbat 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
fer purposes Of display, he feels himself
thoroughly established. He sits aloof
from the common herd, and looks out Of
his window upon the poor man and says:
"Put that dirty wretch OF my steps im-
mediately !" On Sabbath days he finds the
church, but mourns the fact that he must
worship with 50 many of the inelegant,
and says: "They are perfectly awfu,?''
"That man that you put in my pew had Q
coat on his back that did not cost i've dol
lars"
He struts through life unsympathe.ic
with trouble and says: II can not 10
bothered" Is delighted with some doubt
full story of Partisan life, but thinks that
there arc some very indecent things in
the Bible. Walks arm and arm with tho
successful man of the world. but does not
know his own brother. Loves to be praised
for his splendid 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
up the darkness: but exquisite
embroidery, elegant pictures and bust
of Shakespeare on the mantle. The pulses
stop. The minister comes in 70 read the
Resurrection, that day when the dad
shall come up-both he that died on the
floor and he that expired under princsly
upholstery. He is carried out to burisI.
Only . few mourners, but q great array
of carriages. Not one common man at
the funeral No befriended orphan to
weep a tear ON his grave. No child Of
want pressing through the ranks OF the
weeping. saying: "He is the last fr lend
/ have and / must see him"
What now? He was q great man. Shall
not chariots OF salvation come down to
the other side Of the Jordan and escort
him up to tho palace: Snail not the
angels exclaim: ''Turn out! A prince il
coming" viii the bells chime: Will
there be harpers with their harps and
trumpeters with their trumrets:
Mol no! not There will be q shudder,
as though . calamity had happened.
on Heavens ba.tlements. .
will see something shoot past.
with frey downfall and shrek: "Wan-
dering star-for whom is reserved the
Of darkness foreverl"
But sadder yet IS the closing Of . WON.
ans life that has been worshipful Of
worldliness, all the wealth Of q Iife-time's
opportunity wasted. What a tragedy. A
woman on her dying pillow, thinking Of
what she might have done for God and
and yet having done nothing.
Compare her demise with that of Har-
riet Newell, going down to peacefully die
in the Isle ef France, reviewing her life
time sacrifices for the redemption Of India;
or the last hours of Elizabeth Hervey.
having exchanged her bright New En-
gland home for . life at Bombay amid
stolid heathenism, that she might iIlumine