The Globe-republican., 1891-12-31

employer is responsible for al the iniqui-
ties of his clerks, and all the iniQuittes
of those who are clerks of these clerks,
down to the tenth generation, II those
employers inculcated Ubiquitous aud
damning principles.
Island before young men this morning
who are under this pressure. l say,
come out of it. 'Oh!" you say, II can't:
have my widowed mother to support,
and II . man loses a situation now he
can't get another one" / say. come out
Of it. Go home to your mother and say
to her, Mother. I can't stay in that
shop and be upright; what shall do?"
and If she is worthy Of you she will say,
''Come out of it. my son-we will just
throw ourselves on Him who has prom
ised to be the God of the widow and the
fatberless; He will take care Of u.s." And
1 tell you no young man ever perma-
nently suffered by such course of con-
duct
A man said to his employer, 81 can't
wash the wagon ON Sunday morning; l
am willing to wash it on Saturday after
noon, but sir, you will please excuse me.
can't wash the wagon on Sunday morn
ing" His employer said. "You must
wash it; my carriage comes in every
Saturday night, and you have got to
wash it on Sunday morning." II can't
do it," the man said. They parted. The
Lord looked after him. He is worth to-
day hundred fold more than his en-
plOyer ever was or ever will be, and he
saved his SOUL Young men, it is safe to
do right. There are Young men in this
house to-day who, under this storm Of
temptation, are striking deeper and
deeper their roots and spreading out
broader their branches. They are
Daniels in Babylon, they are Josephs in
the Egyptian court, they are Pauls amid
the wild beasts Of EphesCs. Ipreach to
encourage them. Lay hold of God and
be faithful.
There is mistake we make about
young men. We put them in two classes;
the one class is moral. the other Is disso-
lutte. The moral are safe. The disso-
lutte cannot be reclaimed. l deny both
propositions. The moral are not safe
unless they have laid hold of God, and
the diSsOlute may be reclaimed. sup
pose there are self righteous men in this
house who feel no need of God, and will
not seek after Him, and they will go out
in the world, aud they will be tempted,
and they will De flung down by mis-
fortune. and they will go down: down,
down, until some night you will see them
going home hOOting, raving, shouting
blasphemy-gOing home to their mother,
going home to their sister, going home
to the young companion to whom, only
little while ago, in the presence of bril-
liant assemblage. flashing lights and
orange blossoms, and cenSerS swinging in
the air, they promised fidelity and purity,
and kindness perpetual. As that man
reaches the door, she will open it, not
with an outcry, but she will stagger
back from the door as he comes in, and
in her look there will be the prophecy
of woes that are coming, want that will
SILVER in need of fire, hunger that viii.
cry in vain for bread, cruelties that will
not leave the heart when they have
crushed it, but pinch it again and stab it
again, until some night she will open the
door of the place where her companion
was ruined, and she will fling out her
arm from under her ragged shawl and
say, with almost omnipOtent elOqnence:
'Give me back my husband! Give me
back my protector! Give me back my
all! Him the kind heart and gentle
words and the manly brOw-give him
back to met" And then the wretches,
obese and filthy, will push back their
matted locks and they will say: put
her out! Put her out"' Oh! self right
eous man, without God you are IN peril.
Seek after Him to-day. Amid the ten
thousand temptations of life there is no
safety for man without God.
Come home, young man. to your
fathers God. Come home, young man,
to your mothers GOD. Oh! wish that
all the batteries of the Gospel could to-
day be unlimbered against all those in
fluences which are taking down so many
of our young men. l would like to blow
a trumpet Of warning, and recruit until
this whole audience would march out
on a crusade against the evils of society.
But let none of us re disheartened.
Oh, Christian workers, my heart is
high with hope. The dark horizon is
blooming into the morning of which
prophets spoke, and of which poets have
dreamed, and of which painters have
sketched. The worlds bridal hour ad-
vances. The mountains will kiss the
morning radiant and effulgent, and all
the waves OF the sea will become the
crystal keys of a great organ, on which
the fingers of everlasting joy shall play
the grand march of world redeemed.
Instead of the thorn there shall come up
the fir tree. and instead of the briar
there shall come up the myrtle tree, and
the mountains and the hills shall break
forth into singing, and all the trees Of
the wood shall clap their hands!