Milford chronicle., 1891-03-20
MILFoRD, DEL, FRIDAY, MARCH 90 1s9l

until you will be left ia utter darkness
Hear you not the rush Of the maelstrom, in
whose outer circle your boat now dances
making merry with the Whirling watersi
( But you are being drawn in, and the gen
4 tie motion will become terrific agitation.
I You cry for help. In vainl You pull at
the oar to put back. but the struggle will
not avail You will be tossed and dashed
and shipwrecked and swallowed Ia tha
/ whirlpool that has already crushed in its
wrath ten thousand hulks.
( YOUNG MAN BE ON YOUR GUARD.
Young men who have Just come from
+ country residence to city residence viii do
/ well to be on guard and let no one induce
7 you to places of improper amusement. 1t
I is nightly alluring when a young man,
long citizen, offers TO show new conner
all around.
Still further Those amusemunts are
wrong which lead you into expenditure be
yond your means. Money spent in recrea-
tion is not thrown away. It is all folly for
us TO come from place Of amusement feel
ing that we have wasted our money and
time You may by it have made an in
vestment worth more than the transaction
that yielded you hundreds or thousands OF
dollars. But how many properties have
. Deen Eiuultl Ul GVcbA1 AAnuS1AAASAha-
The first time 1 ever saw the city-it was
the city of Philadelphia was a mere lad.
I stopped at a hotel, and 1 remember in the
eventide 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 was afraid Of him. l
showed back from the basilisk-I made up
my mind he was a basilisk. remember
how he wheeled his chair round in front OF
me, and with a concentrated and diabolical
effort attempted to destroy my soul but
there were good angels in the air that
night. Il was no good resolution on my
part, but it was the all eneompassing grace
of a good God that delivered me. Bewarei
bewarei oh, young man. "There is way
that seemeth right unto a 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 carousing party
has burned up the boys primer. The
tablecloth of the corner saloon IS in debt to
the wife's faded dress. Excursions that in
a day make tour around whole months
wages; ladies whose lifetime business it is
to "go shopping;" large bets on horses
have their counterpaTts in uneducated
children, bankruptcies that shock the
money market and appal the church, and
that send drunkenness staggering across
the richly figured carpet of the mansion
and dashing into the mirror and drowning
out the carol of music with the whooping
of bloated sons come home to break their
old mothers heart.
A SAD STORY.
/ saw 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 car
ried lin to the door. They rang the bell
at l o clock in the morning Father and
mother came down. They were waiting
for the wandering son, and then the com
rades, as soon as the door was opened,
threw the prodigal headlong into the door
way, CRYING: "There he is, drunk as fOoil
Ha, hal" When men 60 into amusements
they cannot afford they first borrow what
they cannot earn, and then they steal what
they cannot borrow. First they go into en-
barrassment, 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 peni-
Tertiary. There is not prison in the land
where there are not victims of unsanctiiied
amusements.
Merchant of Brooklyn or New York, is
there a disarrangement in your accounts!
Is their leakage in your money drawers
Did not the cash account come out right
last night? / will tell you. There is
young man in your store wandering OFF
into bad amusements The salary you
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 I am off for good time. Never
mind economy I'll get money somehow.
What q fine road What a beautiful day
for ride! Crack the whip, and over the
turnpike! Come, boys, ill high your
glasses. Drink Long life, health, plenty
of rides Just like thisr Hard working
men hear the clatter of the hoOfs and look
up and say; "Why, I wonder where those
fellows get their money fromi We have to
toll and drudge. They do nothing" To
these gay men life is a thrill and an excite
ment. They stare at other people, and in
turn are stared at The watch chain
ingles. The cup foams. The cheeks
flush. The eyes flash. The midnight hears
their gutfaw. They swagger. They jostle
decent men off the sidewalk. They take
the name of God in vain. They parody the
hymn they learned at their mothers knee
and to all pictures of coming disaster they
cry out, "Who caresp and to the counsel
Of some Christian friend, "WhO are your
Passing along the street some night you
hear shrek in a grog shop, the rattle Of
the wabchman's club the rush of the pO-
hnf fef ha
reckless young man has been killed in "A
grog shop fight. Carry 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 got 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 wayward
bov. and push back from the bloated brow
the long locks that were once her pride.
And the air will be rent with the agony.
The great dramatist says, How sharper
than a serpent's tooth it is to have thank
less child.
LIFE AN EARNEST THING.
/ go further, and say those are unchris-
tian amusements which become the chief
business of a mans life. Life is an earnest
thing. Whether we were born in pal
ace or hovel, whether we are affiuent OF
pinched, we have to work. II you do not
sweat with toll, you will sweat with dis
ease. You have a soul that is to be trans
figured amid the pomp Of a Judgment
day; and after the sea has sung its last
chant and the mountain shall have CONS
down in an avalanche OF rock, you will
live and think and act, high on a throne
where seraphs sing, or deep in dungeon
where demons howl. In world where
there is so much to do for yourselves, and
so much to do for others, God pity that
man who has nothing to do.
Your sports are merely means to an end
They are alleviations and helps. The arm
OF toll is the only arm strong enough to
bring up the bucket out Of the deep well OF
pleasure, Amusement is only the bower