Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1891-03-16

attendance upon alnQS6lnenCS CllaU are
| full of innuendo and low suggestion
The young man enters. At first he sits
far back. with his hat on and his coat
collar up, fearful that somebody there
may know him. Several nights pass
on. lie takes off his hat earlier and
puts his coat collar down. The blush
that first came into lis cheek when
anything indecent was enacted comes
no more to his cheek Farewell young
man. You have probably started on
the long road which ends in consum-
mate 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
making merry with the whirling waters
But you are being drawn in, and the
gentle motion will become terrific agi-
tation. 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 III its wrath ten
thousand hulks.
Young men who have just come from
country residence to city residence, you
will do well to be on guard and let no
one induce you to places of improper
amusement. 1t is nightly alluring
when young man, long q citizen, of
fers to show a new conner all around.
Still further; those amusements are
wrong which lead you into expenditure
| beyond your means. Money spent in
recreation is not thrown away. It 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 transaction that yielded you
| hundreds or thousands of dollars. But
how many properties have been rid
| died by costly amusements.
| The first time | ever saw the city-it
was the city of Philadelphia was q
mere lad. | stopped at a hotel, and ]
remember in the eventide one of these
men piled me with his internal art He
saw was green. He wanted to show
me the sights Of the town. He painted
| the path Cf sin until it looked like en-
| eraid. but | was afraid of him. |
| showed back from the basilsk I made
up my mind he was a basilisk. | re-
| member now he wheeled his chair
| round iii front of me, and with q cOncen-
| trated and diab0lical effort attempted
| to destroy my soul, but there We're good
| angels in the air that night 1t was no
| good resolution Oh my part, but it was
the all e1,cOmpassing grace of a good
| God that delivered me. Beware! be-
ware, oil, young man. There is a
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 chijdr2n's wardrobe. The carous-
ing parry has burned up the boys
| primer Thc tableclOth OF the corner
| saloon IS in debt to the wife's faded
| dress Excursions that III day make
| a tour around a whole months wages,
| l.di-S whose lifetime business is to go
| shopping. large bets on horses, have
| their countcrparts in unedncated chill
dren. bankruptcies that shock the mon
| ey market and appal the church, and
| tia: s2.3d drunkenness staggering across
the richly figured carpet OF the man
sion and dasiiing into the mirror,
| Dire wing out the cHrOl of music With
the whooping OF bloated sons come
home to break their old mothers heart.
OH THE PITY OF TT"
I saw a beautiful homo, where the
| bell rang violently at night. The son
| ha.! been eli in sinful indulgences. His
| coaIuelcs were bringing him home.
| They { rrjal him to the door They
rang the bell at 1 o'clock in the
morning Father and mother came
down. They were waiting for the
wandering son, and then the comrades,
as soo1 as the door was opened, threw
the prodigal headlong into the doorway,
crying, There he is, drunk as a fool.
Ha, hal" When men go into amuse-
ments that they cannot afford they
first borrow what they cannot earn,
and then they steal what they cannot
borrow First they go into embarrass
ment, 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
unsanctified amusements.
Merchant of Brooklyn or New York,
is there a disarrangement in your ac-
counts? Is there a leakage in your
money drawer2 Did not the cash &C
count come out right last night? |
will tell you. There is a young man
in your store wandering off into bad
amusements. The salary you give him
may meet lawful expenditures, but not
the sinful induIgences 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 unre-
strained amusement opens. The young
man says: Nov | am off for a good
time. Never mind economy. I'll get
money somehow. What a fine road!
What a beautiful day for a ridel Crack
the whip and over the turnpikel Come,
boys, fill high your glasses. Drink!
Long life, health, plenty of rides just
like thism Hard working men hear
the clatter of the hoofs, and look up
and say: ''Why, [ wonder where those
fellows get their money from? We
have to toll and drudge; they do moth
ing" To these gay men life is a thrill
and an excitement. They stare at other
people, and in turn are stared at The
watch chain jingles. The cup foams.
The cheeks flush. The eyes flash. The
midnight hears their outlaw 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 cares y and to the
counsel of some Christian friend, ''Who
are you?"
Passing along the street some night,
you hear a shrek in a grog shop, the
rattle of the watchmans club, the rush
of the police. What is the matter now?
Oh, this reckless young man has been
killed in a 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 for