The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1891-03-19

at vour table THIS 1uorItIig. 1 warrant
Won. She looked up wsstfully, not
knowing the full sorrows of an orphan
child. Oh. her counfenanee haunts me
today, like some sweet face looking
upon us through horril dream. On
the other side of the pulpit were the
rl,en who had destroyed him. There
they sat. hard visagcd. some of them
pale from exhausting disease, some of
them flushed until it seemed as If the
fires of iniquity famed through the
check and cracked the lips They
we're the men who had done the work.
They were the men who had bound
him hand and foot They had kindled
the fires. They had poured the worm
wood and gall into that orphans cup.
Did they weep. No. Did they sigir re-
pertii-gly2 No. Did they say, What
= pity that such brave man should
b. slainF' No. no; not one bloated
i,and WAS lifted To wipe tear from n
blouted cheek. They sat and looked
at lie coffin like valtures gazing ut she
.arcass of Il lamb whose heart they had
r.Dpcsl out. | cried in their ears as
plainly Is | could. There is God and
a Judgment day" Did they tremble
Oh, no. no. They wefls back from the
house of God, and that night. though
their victim lay in lakewood cemetery,
was told that they blasphe,ned, and
they drank. and they galnbleG, and
there was not one less customer in all
the houses of iniquity. This destroyed
man was Samson in physical strength,
bot Dclilah sheared him, and the
Philistines of evil companionship dug
his eyes out and threw him into the
prison of evil habits. But in the hour
of his death he rose up and took hold
of the two pillaIed curses of God
against drunkenness and uncleanness,
and threw himself forward, until down
upon him and his companions there
came the thunderS of on eternal catas-
trophe.
Again: Any amusement that gives
you a distaste for domestic life is bad.
How many bright domestic circles have
been broken up by sinful amusements
The father went off, the mother went
of, the child went Of. There are
today the fragments before INC of
blasted households. Oh, if you have
wandered away, would like to charm
you back by the sound of that one
word ''home." Do you not know that
you have but little more time to give
to domestic welfare? Do you not see,
father, that your children are soon to
go out into the world, and all the in
iuence for good you are to have over
them you must have howe Death will
break in on your conjugal relations,
and alas, if you have to stand over the
grave of one who persisted from your
neglect
UNBELIEvTNG HUSBAND; BELIEVING
WIFE.
I saw a hayward husband standing
atthe deathbed of his Christian wife,
and | saw her point to ring ON her
finger, and heard her say to her hus-
band, DO you see that ring" He re-
piled, "Yes, I see it, Well" said
she, do you remember who put it
there| Yes. "said he, 'Tput it there"
and all the past seemed to rush upon
him. BY the memory of that day when,
in the presence of men and angels, you
promised to be faithful in joy and sor-
row, and in sickness and in health; by
the memory of those pleasant hours
when you sat together in your new
home, talking of bright future; by
the cradle and the joyful hour when
one life was spared and another given
by that sick bed, when the little one
lifted up the hands and called for
help, and you knew he must die, and
he put one arm around each of your
necks and brought you very near to
gether in that dying kiss; by the little
grave in Greenwood that you never
think of without rush of tears; by the
family Bible, where, amid stories OF
heavenly love, is the brief but express
i've record of births and deaths; by the
neglects of the past, and by the agonies
of the future; by judgment day, when
husbands and wives, parents and chill
dren, in immortal groups, will stand to
be caught up in shining array, or to
shrink down into darkness; by all that,
beg you give to home your best affec-
tons.
All, my friends, there is an hour com
ing when our past life will probably
pass before us in review. 1t will be
our last hour. If from our death pill
low we have to look back and see a
life spent in sinful amusement, there
will be dart that will strike through
our soul sharper than the dagger with
| which Virginips slew his child. The
memory of the past will make US quake
like Macbeth. The iniquities and riot
| ing through which we have passed will
| come upon US, weird and skeleton as
Meg Merrilies. Death, the old Shy
lock, will demand and take the re-
manning pound of flesh, and the re
manning drop of blood; and upon oul
last opportunit. for repentance and
our last chance for heaven the curtain
will forever drop.