The Penn's Grove record., 1889-06-22

beauty in the gliding Of a boat, in the
song OF skates, In the soaring OF a we'll
struck ball, and l never see n fly but
I jnyoluntarlly throw up my hands to
catch 1t; and, so far from laying an in
junction upon ball-playng, or any other
Innocent sport, l claim them all as be-
longing of right to those of us who toll
in tie Industries of church and state.
But the life business Of plcasure-seek-
ing always makes IN the end
CRIMINAL OR A soT.
George Brummell was smiled upon by
ali England, and his life was given to
Measure. He danced with peeresses,
and swung a round of mirth and wealth
and applause, until, exhausted OF purse
and worn ont of body, and bankrupt OF
reputation, and ruined Of soul, he beg
ped a biscuit of a grocer, and declared
that he thought a dogs lie was better
than a mans.
Such men will crowd around your
desk or counter or work bench, or seek
10 decoy you off. They want you to
break off In the midst Of your busy day
to take o ride with them to Coney
Island or to Central Park. They will
tell you Of some people you must see; of
some excursion that you must take; OF
some Sabbath-day that you ought to
dishonor. They will tell you Of exqul-
site wines that you must take; of costly
operas that you must hear, of wonderful
dancers that you must see; but before
YOU accept their convoy or their com-
panionship, remember while at the end
Of a useful life you may be able to look
back to kindnesses done, to honorable
work accomplished, to poverty helped,
to a good name earned, to Christian In
fiuence exerted, to a Saviour's cause
advanced-these
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. ON THEIR DEATH
BED
have nothing better to review than a
torn playbill, q ticket fol the RACES, an
empty tankard, and the cast out rinds
| of a carousal; and as in the delirium of
| their awful death they clutch the goblet
and press it to their lips, the dregs of
the cup falling upon their tongue will
| begin to hiss and uncoil with the adders
of an eternal poison. Cast out these
men from your company. Do not be
Intimate with them. Always be polite.
There IL no demand that you ever sacri-
flee politeness. A young man accosted
q Christian Quaker with: "Old chap,
how did you make all your money!"
The Quaker replied: by dealing in
an article that thou mayest deal in if
thou wilt-clvility." Always be cour-
teous, but at the same time firm. Say
| No as if you mean it. Have it under
stood in store and shop and street, that
you will not stand in the companionship
OF the skeptic, the idle, the pleasure
seeker.
Rather than enter the companionship
Of such, accept the invitation to
A BETTER FEAST.
The promises of God are the fruits. The
| harps of heaven are the music. Clusters
from the vineyards of God have beer
pressed into the tankards. The sons
I and daughters OF the Lord Almighty
are the guests, while standing at the
banquet, to Gil the cups and divide the
| clusters, and command the harps, and
welcome the guests is daughter OF God
on whose brow are the blossoms of
paradise, and in whose cheek is the
flush of celestial summer. Her name Is
Religion.
Her ways are ways Of pleasantness,
And all her paths are peace.
Decide this soon, oh young man, what
direction You will take. There comes
such a moment of final decision-why
not thisp One night 1 saw a young
man at the street corner evidently
doubling as to which direction he had
| better take, his hatl fitted far enough so
| you could see he had an intelligent fore
head, and he had q stout chest and a
robust development. Splendid young
man. Cultured young man. Honored
young man. Why did he stop there
while so many were going up and down!
The fact is, that every man has
l. GOOD ANGEL
and a bad angel ~contendlng for the
mastery of his spirit. and there was a
good angel and a bad angel struggling
| with that young mans soul at The cor
ner of the street. "Come with me-"
said the good angel; 81 will take you
homes; l will spread my wing over your
pillow; 1 will lovingly escort you all
Through life under supernatural protec-
ton; l will bless every cup you drink
out Of, every couch you rest on, every
doorway you enter; l will consecrate
your tears when you weep, your sweat
when you toll, and at the last l will
hand over your grave to the bright
angel of q Christian resurrection. In
answer to your fathers petition, ana
your mothers prayer, l have been sent
Of the Lord out OF heaven to be your
guardlan spirit. Come with me- sald
the good angel, n a voice OF nnearthiy
symphony. 1t was music like that
which drops from a lutte OF heaven
when a seraph breathes upon it. mo,
no" said
THE BAD ANGEL:
"come with me; | have something
better to offer; the wines | pour are
from chalices of bewitching carousal;
the dance l lead is over floors te~ssellated
with unrestrained i~ndulgences; there Is
no God TO frown on the temples OF SIN
where l worship. The skies are Italian.
The paths I tread are through
daisied and primrosed. Come with me.
The young man hesltated at a Time
when hesitation was ruin, the pad
angel smote the good angel until IL de-
parted, spreading wings through the
starlight upward and away, until door
flashed open in the sky and forever tile
wings vanished. That s0as the turning
point in that young mans history; for,
the good angel flown. he hesitated no
longer, but started on a pathway which
is beautiful at the opening, but blasted
at the last. The bad angel, leading the
way, opened gate after gate, and at
each gate the road became rougher and
the sky more lurid, and what was pecu-
liar, as the gate slammed shut it came
to with a jar that indicated it would
never open. Passed each portal, there
was a grin9ing of locks and a showing or
bolts; and the scenery on either side OF
the road changed
FROM GARDENS TO DESERTS,
and the June air became a cutting De.
cember blast, and the bright wings OF
the bad angel turned to sackcloth. o
the eyes of light became hollow with
hopeless grief, and the fountains that at
the start had tossed with wine poured