The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1888-03-16

Ohce DIiBHI Happy boy hHosc iutuie
might have been so happy and prosperous.
Poor Tom. He, too, like others, had
missed his tip
But there is another temptation now be-
fore the young man of the. present day.
In thousands of public houses be May be
initiated into the mysteries of the turf.
If he will only find the money, never mind
whether it is his own, or belongs to his
master, only "put it on the horse which
some unscrupulous scoundrel declares to
be dead certainty" and his fortunes
made.
So thought George Swingleem. At the
''Blue Bell when be called to get his
'glass of bitter, be met with an over
dressed fellow who wore rings on bis
fingers and whose tongue was as glib as a
watchman's rattle. He called himself
'bookmaker," and declared that he was
ready to take "Quartermaster" and
'Corah' against the field for any odds.
George had never before thought of the
matter of horse racing, but was talked
over to venture sovereign, and won--bet-
ter if he had lost. He did not see that
winning was only li1le honey spread to
catch the flies Embroidered by success
he ventured farther into the stream. The
Doncaster Races were coming on soon, and
his friend ~ promised to put him on
''sure card, )" and so he did-for himself
When the news came George found that
instead of winning he stood indebted to
his yoluble acquaintance twenty pounds.
1t must be paid, his friend said, and so, in
the hour of temptation. George used his
employers money, fully determining to re-
pay it before he was found out But the loss
was found out, the money was missed, and
instead Of it's being called borrowing it
was called "embezzlement, and the law
was set to work.
wac present at the trial, and when !
saw the white face disappear down the
steps after sentence was passed upon him,
thought, poor fellow! he has missed his
| tip.
But Why speak only of otherse One
and all of as must plead guilty at the bar
of our own conseiences Of the like offence
| Who does not remember the opening
dreams of life, when our spirits and mo-
tives were pure, and when we could look
up to our heavenly Father with hearts full
of love. How we painted pictures of what
we would be, and of tie coed We would
do; OF the hope that some day we might be
! found worthy to be missionary to some
OF the castaways in Ceylon or the Indian
| Isles. How our hearts beat with fervent
| hope and honest zeal! How goodness was
better than gold, ''or much fine goldr'
| The arrows of the world had not then en-
tered into us, and we had not bowed the
knee to Mammon. How pleasant then
| was the house of our God! And did not
the song of praise from a thousand lips
| sound so sweet that we could imagine the
angels coming down the stairs of heaven
to listen to the strains? How true the
words of David seemed-that it was better
to be "a doorkeeper in Thy house. than to
| revel in richest Were we ever late in our
ever too longs When we left the house of
| God was it not with regret? When We
entered was it not with joy and thankful
ness? OH those days gone, never to re-
turn. The simple joy, the heartfelt hap
piness. are not with us as of yore. No,
now
sThe world is too much with Us in our waking
hours;
Getting and spending, We lay waste our
powers
Wordsworth had gone through it all, and
he could describe better than most men
the sweet experiences we have enjoyed,
aud the downfall in hope and happiness to
which all men, more or less, are subject.
'sTbe world is too much with u.s." Yes,
the sad sights Of The world make us sad.
The sin, the crime, the suffering, are with
us every day And the great tap root of
this great army of evils is Drink 1t is
that which brings poverty, it is that which
brings wounds without cause" 1t is
that which is sapping the health and
morals of tie world. Why SO much
sin ana SUFFERING j. daioNSd ~ SAAss " e"e
Father of us all is beyond our comprehen-
Sion But it lies in our way; it stops pro
gress. and makes hell of what might be
heaven. The children imbbe the evil with
their earliest breath From this cause they
lack food and clothes From this evil they
lose home, parents, comfort, and chances
of growing up honest aud good. Let any
one walk, il he dare, through the back
slnms of any of cur great cities after dark,
and see the young faces glaring at him
with evil stare, and ask himself whether
It be possible for such as these to grow up
to be the strength of a great nation. Or.
rather, is it not most likely that the mass
will tester TILL in not the far future, there
will be an npheaval, fearful in its
results and cruel in its execution;
erasI, which viii put back the clock
of civilization a century.
And yet the masses toll on, and drink, and
die, bequeathing to posterity tremendous
hazards which the world cannot throw of.
The government has done much TO extend
education; but near to every board school,
almost at every corner of orr principal
streets, are glaring seminaries of vice.