Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1889-05-25

tutlr inexperienced Ieel may slip, anu VI
which comes the bowling Of the vol
and the sound of loosened ledge anC
tumbling avalanche? Blessed is the family
altar at which the children kneel. Blessed
is the cradle in which the Christian
mother rocks the Christian child. Blessed
is the song the little ones sing at night
fall when Sleep is closing the eyes and
loosening the hand from the toy on the
pillow. Blessed is that mother whose
every heart thr0b is a''prayer foriher chill
dren's welfare.
The world grows old, and the stars
will cease to illuminate il, and the waters
to refresh it, and the mountains to guard
it, and the heavens to Overspan it, and its
long story Of sin and shame and glory
and triumph will soon turn to ashes; but
influences that started in the early home
roll on and roll up through all eternity
the triumph, exulting in all the song. OF
shrinking back into all the darkness
Father, mother, which way are you lead
ing your childrenS
A house took fire and the owner was
very careful to get all his furniture out
He got all his books out. and he got all
his pictures o-:, txd he got all his valu-
able papers cut, but be forgot to ask.
until it was too late: Are my children
safer" Oh, when the earth shall melt
with fervent heat, and the mountains
shall blaze, and the seas shall blaze, and
the earth shall blaze, will your children
be safer Unhappy and undisciplined
homes are the source of much of the
wretchedness and Sin of the world.
| know there are exceptions to ii some
times. From a bright and beautiful
Christian home a husband or "a son will
go out to die. Oh, how long you had
that boy in your prayersl He does not
know how many sleepless nights you
have spent over him. he does not un-
derstand how many tears you have sned
for his waywardness. Oh, it is hard,
after YOU have tolled for a child, and
given him every advantage and every
kindness, TO have him pay you back IN
ingratitude! AS one Sabbath morning a
father came to the foot Of the pulpit as
| stepped out Of it, and said, 90 my
son, my son, my son. There is many Is
young man proud of his mother, who
would strike into the dust any man who
would insult her, who is at this moment
himself, by his evil doings and his bad
habits, sharpening the dagger to plunge
through that mothers heart. A telegram
brought him from afar. He went
bloated and SCARED into the room and he
stood by the ~llfeless form OF his mother.
Her hair was gray; 1t had turned gray
in sorrow. Those eyes had wept foods
of tears over his wandering. That still
white hand had done him many q kind.
ness and had written him many a loving
invitation and good counsel. He had
broken her old heart. He came into the
room and threw himself on the casket
and he sobbed outright: Mother,
motherl' but those lips that had kissed
him in infancy and uttered 30 many kind
words spake not; they were sealed.
Rather than to have such a memory on
my soul. | would prefer to have roll over
on me the Alps and the Himalayas.
But while sometimes there are sons
who turn out very badly coming from
good homes, | want to tell you for your
encouragement it is a great exception.
Yet an unhappy and undisciplined home
is the poisonous caldron from which a
vast multitude drink their death.
2. | remark that another caldron Of
inquiry is an indolent life. All the rail
trains down the Hudson river yesterday.
all the rail trains on the Pennsylvania
route, all the trains on the Long Island
road brought to these cities young men
to begin commercial life. Some Of them
are here this morning. | doubt not. Do
you know what one of your great temp
tstions is going to be? 1t is the example
of indolent people in " cities. They
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than some who are industrious They
have access to al places Of amusement
plenty Of money, and yet idle. They
hang around our great notes.-the Fifth
Avenue, the Windsor, the Brunswick,
;he ~Stuyvesant, the Gllsey housc-all our
beautiful hotels, you ind them around
there any day-men who do nothing,
never earn anything, yet we'll dressed,
having plenty. Why should ! walk2
Why should you work? Why drudge
and toll in bank and shop and Office, or
on the ~scafIolding, or by the anvil, when
these men get along SO well and do not
work?
Some of them hang around the city
halls of our great cities, t%oothpick in
their mouth, waiting for some crumb TO
lHlI from INC OLlCGHOluCl y tdOIC. bOIlt
Of them hang around the city hall for the
van bringing criminals from the station
houses. They stand there and gloat over
it-really enjoy the disgrace and suffering
of those poor creatures as they get out OF
the city van and go into the courts.
Where do they get their money! That
is what they ask. That is what l ask.
Only four ways Of getting money-only
four-by inheritance, by earning it, by
begging it, by stealing it; and there are d
vast multitude among us who get their
living not by inheritance, nor by earning
it, nor by begging it. l do not like to
take the responsibility ~ sowing how they
get it! -1& L00
Now, these men are u constant tempt
tation. Why should ! toll and wear
myself out in the bank, or the office, or
the store, or the shop, or b factory I
These men have pothing to do. They
get along a great deal better. And this
is the temptation under which a great
many young men fall. They begin to
consort with these men, these idlers, and
they go down the same awful sleeps.
The number Of men IN our cities who
are trying to get their living by their
wits and sleight Of hand is all the time
increasing.
A New York merchant saw a young
| man, one of his clerks, in half disguise,
| going into a very low place OF amuse-