Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1888-12-22


ms health IS gouo; goes ur,,rll,
q Hc becomes soul, cross, queer,
thTopic, blnmcs thesss world,
RI saea society blomes tho church,,
ii,aames everyt thing, rushcss perhaps to
toxicating cup rs drown his
81 fonblc, but instead Of drowning his
81 81 tsouble drowns his bod and browns
Il TnEERh ARR OF "A CHRISTIAN.
3 sButzli eIcsis:a Christian young man.
ss||sss:sT1,ronb bio comes to him. docs ho give
A lie throws; himself back on
y ssslslae resources Of heaven He says:
q: odsis her. Out of oil these
y disastcrs shnlE pluck advantage for
soll al lsstllos promises arc: mine.
55hsistEsi Elinc. Christian companion
sidss mino; HEAVIER is mine. What
II: thou apparel DO. worn out2
t|zsf5tlhris Is mo "a robe of righteous
lat ough smy money DO
tssgonci have title deed to the
Il SO verso In the promise, All
oussss hat Il ongh my worldly
ssls1stishlssf1 away Ministering angels
L b bod i'd. hat; though Emy;
III III li breaa be- scant9
6the Kan ssss BANG ssc.;
RYE poor sliaftl As.
s@,oSldl en- slneilts compared with.
'.stho deep broad, oyerno owing river Of
dsGorl's peace, rolling midway in the
4 Christian. lleartl Sometimes You have
ssgone out on the iron bound beach of
1.-THE sea when there has been storm
ION tho ocean, and you have seen the
aIswaves dash into white foam ct your
fleet. They did not do you any harm.
While there, you thought of the chap
lSter written by the psalmist, and per
lShaps you recited it to yourself whi1c
THE storm was making commentary
upon the passage: God is our refuge
Land strength, q very present help in
time of trouble. Therefore will | not
tsfear though the earth be removed and
though the mountains be carried into
tho midst of the sea; though the waters
thereof roar and be troubled, though
The mountains shake with the swelling
Thereof. Selah" Oh, how indcpen-
dent the religion of Christ makes a
man of worldly success and worldly
circumstances Nelson, tho night be-
fore his last battle, said: Tomorrow
Ishall win either peerage or grave
in Westminster Abbey" And it docs
not make much difference to tho
Christian whether he rises or falls in
worldly matters; he has everlasting
renown any way. Other plumago may
be torn in tho blast, but that soul
adorned with Christian grace is faircr
than the dove, its wings covered with .
silver, and it's feathers with yellow
gold.
You and I have found out that peo-
pie who pretend to be happy are not
always happy. Look at that young
man caricatuling the Christian re- !.
ligion, scotIing ut everything good, ,
going into roistering drunkenness, .
dashing the champagne bottle to the
floor, rolling the glasses from the bar .
room counter, laughing, shouting,
stamping the floor, shriel1ing Is he
happy2 / will go to his midnight pill
low. will see him turn the gas off.
Twill ask myself if the pillow on which
he sleeps is as soft as the pillow on
which that pure young man sleeps.
All, mol When he opens lis eyes in
the morning, will the world be as
bright to hin. as tosthat young man
soul and the souls of his comrades, and
father and mother and brother and
sister far nway2 No, no. His laughter
will ring out from the saloon SO that
you hear it as you pass by, but it is
hollow laughter in it is the swapping
of heart strings and the rattle OF
prison gates. Happyl that young
man happy2 Let him fill high the
bowl; be cannot drown al upbrlldlng
conscience. Let the balls roll through
the bowling alley; tho deep rumble
and the sharp crack cannot overpower
the voices of condemnation. Let him
vhirl in the dance of sin and tcmpta-
ton and death. All tho brilliancy OF
tho scene cannot mako him forget tho |
last look of his mother, cs he Lett
homo, when she said to him: Now,
my sou, you will do right; | am sure
YOU will do right; you will, wont
youg" That young man happy? Why,
across every night there Hits shadows
Of eternal darkness; There arc addcr,s
coilcd up III every cup; there arc vul-
lures of despair striking their iron
beall into his heart; there are skeleton
fingers of griof pinclling at the throat.
I Come in amid the clicking of the
glasses and under the flashing OF tho
chandeliers, and I cry: Woe! voc
The way of the ungoaly shell perish.
There is no peace, saith my God to the
wicked. The way of transgrcssors Isl
hard" Oh, my friends there is moro
Joy in one drop of Christian satisfac-
ton than in whole rivers of sinful dc
light. Other wings may DC drcnchcd
OF the storm md splashcd OF tho TOM
pest, but the dove that comes IN
through the window Of this heavenly
ark has wings like the dove covered
with silver, and her feathers with yell
low gold.
Again I remark, religion is an
adornl.lent in the style OF usefulness
into which it inducts q man. Here
are two young men. The ono has fine
culture, exquisite wardrobe, plenty OF
friends, great worldly success, but he
lives for himself. Ills chiefcaro is for
his own comfort. lie lives uselessly.
He dies unregrcttcd.i Hero is another
young men. His apparel may not be
so good, his education may not be so
thorough. Lie lives for others. Ills
happiness is to make others happy.
He is as self denying as- that dying
soldier, falling in the ranks, when he
said: .'Colonel, there is no need. OF
those boys firing themselves by carry,
ing mo to the hospital; let me die just
where L am" So this young man OF
whom l speak loves God, wants all
/ ~. ~, LII ~ Iopa w., ~ .,o+ oeho111n1I
to carry a bundle of clothes up tina.
dark alley TO the poor Which OF