The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1891-03-25

bdktb Ou us lldL anu puts COdt-
collar down. The blush that first came
into his cheek when anything indecent
was enacted comes no more to his cheek.
Farewell, young mani You have probably
started on-the long road which ends in
consummate destruction. The stars of
hope will go out one by one, until you
will be left in utter darkness. Hear you
not the rush of the maelstrom, in whose
outer circle your boat now dances, max
ing merry with the whirling waters? But
you are being drawn in, and the gentle
motion will become terrific agitation. You
cry for help. in vain! You pull at the oar
to put back, but the struggle will not
avail You will be tossed, and dashed,
and shipwrecked, and swallowed in the
whirlpool that has already crushed in its
wrath 10000 hulks. Young men who
have just come from country residence to
city residence will do we'll to be on guard,
and let no one induce YOU to places of i'm
proper amusement. 1t is nightly aIluring
when a young man, long citizen, oilers
to show a newcomer all around.
Still further; those amusements are
wrong which lead you into expenditure
beyond your means. Money spent in rec
reation is not thrown away. 1t is all folly
for us TO come from place OF amusement
feeling that we have wasted our money
and time. You may by it have made an
investment worth more than the transac-
ton that yielded you hundreds of thou
sands of dollars. But how many proper
ties have been riddled by costly amuse-
ments.
The first time [ ever saw the city-it
was the city of Philadelphia was a mere
lad. ] stopped at hotel, and l remem-
Der in the even-tide one of these men
piled me with his internal art. lie saw |
was green. He wanted to show me the
sights of the town. He painted the path
of sin until it looked like emerald; but l
was afraid of him. | showed back from
the basilisk-l made up my mind he was
basilisk. l remember how he wheeled
his chair round in front of me, and with
concentered and diabolical effort, at
tempted to destroy my soul; but there
were good angels in the air that night 1t
was no good resolution on my part, but it
was the all-encompassing grace Of good
God that delivered me. Beware! beware
oh, young man. There is a way that
seemeth right into man, but the end
thereof is death" The table has been
robbed to pay the club. The champagne
has cheated the children's wardrobe. The
carousiDg party has burned up the boys
primer. The tab ecloth of the corner sa-
loon is in debt to the wife's faded dress.
Excursions that In a day make a tour
around a whole months wages; ladies
whose lifetime business is to ego shop
ping" large bets on horses have their
counterparts in uneducated children,
bankruptcies that shock the money mar
ket and appall the church; and that send
drunkenness staggering across the richly
figured carpet OF the mansion, and dash
ing into the mirror, and drowning out the
carol of music with the whooping of
bloated sons come up to break their old
mothers heart.
saw a beautiful home, where the bell
rang violently late at night The son had
been off in sinful indulgences. His COM
rades were bringing him home. They
carried him to the door. They rang the
bell at o'clock in the morning. Father
and mother came down. They were
waiting for the wandering son, and then
the comrades. as soon as the door was
opened, threw the prodigal headlong into
the door crying. There he Is, drunk as a
fool. Ha, haw When men 60 into
amusements that they cannot afford they
first borrow what they cannot earn, and
then they steal what they can not borrow.
First they go into embarrassment, and
then into lying and then into theft; and
when a man gets as far on as that he does
not stop short OF the penitentiary. There
is not a prison in the land where there
are not victims OF unsanctihed amuse-
ments.
Merchant Of Brooklyn or New York, is
there a disarrangement in your accounts?
Is there a leakage in your money drawer?
Did not the cash account come out right
last night? will tell YOU. There is a
young man in your store wandering off
into lod a.,
give him may meet lawful expenditures,
but not the sinful indulgences in which
he has entered, and he takes by theft
that which you do not give him in lawful
| salary.
How brightly the path OF unrestrained
amusement opens The young man says:
"Now | am off for good time. Never
mind economy. I'll get money somehow.
What fine road What beautiful day
for ride! Crack the whip, and over the
turnpike! Come, boys, fill high your
glasses. Drink Long life, health, plenty
of rides just like this' handwriting
men hear the clatter of the hoofs, and
| look up and say: "Why, l wonder where
| those fellows get their money from! We
have to toll and drudge; they do nothing"
To these gay men life is a thrill and an ex-
| element. They stare at other people. and
III TURN are starred AT. 1Oe Watcn cnaln
| jingles The cup foams The cheeks flush
| The eyes flash. The midnight hears their
guffaw. They swagger. They jostle decent
men off the sidewalk. They take the
name of God III vain. They parody the
| hymn they learned at their mothers knee;
and to all pictures of coming disaster they
cry out, ''Who caresw and TO the counsel
of some Christian friend, "Who are you ?"
| Passing along the street some night, YOU
hear shrek in grog-shop. the rattle of
the watchman's club, the rush of the po-
| lice. What is the matter now? Oh, this
| reckless young man has been killed in
| grog-shop fight. Garry him home to his
fathers house. Parents will come down
and wash his wounds and close his eyes in
death. They forgive him all he ever did,
| although he cannot in his silence ask it.
| The prodigal has 90. home at last Mother
will go to her little garden and get the
| sweetest flowers and twist them into
! chaplet for the silent heart of the way
ward boy, and push back from the bloated
brow the long locks that we're once her
pride. And the air will be rent with
agony. The great dramatist saws: "How
sharper than serpent's tooth is to have
| thankless child"
/ 60 further, and say those are unchris-
tan amusements which become the chief
business Of a mans life. Life is an earn
est thing. Whether we were born in