The intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1887-1891, 1889-10-05

young man escapes having the pathway
of sin pictured in bright colors to him.
The first time | ever saw n city-it was
the city of Philadelphia was Il mere
lad. l stopped at a hotel and | remember
in the eventide n corrupt man piled me
with b is Internal art. He saw | was green.
He wanted to show me the sights OF the
town. He painted the path of sin until 10
looked like emerald, but | was afraid OF
him. l showed back from the basilisk. I
made up my mind he was a basllisk. l
remember how be wheeled his chair round
in front of me and with a concentrated
and diabolical effort attempted to destroy
my soul; but there were good angels In
the air that night. 1t was no good resolu-
ton on my part, but it was the all en-
comprising grace OF a good God that de-
livered me. Bewarei bewarel o young
mani
There is a way that seemeth right unto
a man, but the end thereof Is death. IL
all the victims of an impure life In all
| lands and ages could be gathered to-
gether. they would make a host vaster
than that which Xerxes led across the
| Hellespont, than Timour led across India,
| than William the Conqueror led across
| England, than Abou-Bekr led across
| Syria; and if they could be stretched out
in single file across this continent l think
| the vanguard of the host would stand IN
the beach of the Pacific while yet the rear
guard stood on the beach of the Atlantic.
l say this not because l expect to re-
| claim any one that has gone astray in this
fearful "a b, but because | want to utter
a warning for those who still maintain
| their integrity. The cases of reclamation
| of those who have given themselves fully
up to an impure life are so few, probably
you do not know one of them. l have seen
a good many start out on that roa d. How
many nave l seen come back? Not ono
that l now think of. 1t seems as if the
spell of death Is on them and no
human voice or the voice Of God
can break the spell. Their feet are
hoppled; their wrists are handcuffed.
They have around tn en- a girdle OF
reptiles punched at the waist, fastening
them to an iron doom; every time they
breathe the forked tongues strike them
and they strain to break away until the
tendons snap and the blood exudes; and
amidst their contortions they cry out:
Take me back to my fathers house.
Where is mother! Take me homei Take
me homeP
Do | stand before n man to-day the locks
Of whose strength are being toyed with.
let me tell you to escape lest the shears of
destruction take your moral and your
spiritual integrity. Do you not see your
sandals beginning to curl on that red hot
path? This day in the name of Almighty
God ! tear Off the identifying vail and
the embroidered mantle of this old bag
Of inlquity, and 1 show you the ulcers
and the bloody ichor and the cancered
lip and the parting joints and the mace
rated limbs and the wriggling putrefac-
tion, and l cry out. o, b rfor Of horrors
In the Stiffness of this Sabbath hour l lift
n warning. Remember it is much easier
TO form bad habits han to get clear Of
them; in one minute Of time you may get
into a sin from which all eternity can not
get you out.
o, that the voice Of Gods truth might
drown tho voice of Delilah. Come into
the paths Of peace, n by the grace Of
pardoning God start for thrones of honor
and dominion upon which you may reign.
rather than travel the road to a dungeon
where the destroyed grind in the mills of
despair, their locks shorn and their eyes
| ont