Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1894-04-07

BILE does come-his friends are gone, his
salary is gone, his health is gone. He
goes down, down. He becomes sour,
cross, queer, misanthropic, blames the !
world, blames society, blames the church,
blames everything, rushes perhaps to the
Intoxicating cup to drown his trouble.
but instead of drowning his trouble he
browns his body and browns his soul.
But here is Christian young man.
Trouble comes to him. Does he give up?
mol He throws himself back on the re-
/ sources of heaven. He says: "God is
my Father. Out of all these disasters
shall pluck advantage for my soul. ALI
the promises are mine, Christ is mine,
GEgistian companionshipis mine, heaven
iszmine. What though my apparel be
Worm out2 Christ gives me robe of
righteousness. What though my money
Egone? have title deed to the whole
ulFerse in the promise, All are yours
5sshst though my worldly friends fall
aS? Ministering angels are my body
gHd. What though my fare be poor
ais1 ny bread be scantP Isit at the kings
Bsaanet"
what a poor, shallow stream is
Efaaly enjoyment compared with the
dkerS broad, OVERLOOKING river of Gods
pace, rolling midway in the Christian
haaM Sometimes you have gone out
Of iron bound beach of the sea when
there has been storm on the ocean, and
y6n ave seen the waves dash into white
fdeat your feet. They did not do you
ansI&rm. While there you thought of
tilaefapter written by the psalmist, and
perhaps You recited it to yourself while
thegtorm was making commentary upon
tne passage: "God is our refuge and
strength, very present help in time Of
trouble, Therefore will / not fear,
though the earth be removed, and though
tie mountains be carried into the midst
of the sea, though the waters thereof
rsar and be troubled, though the noun
taias shake with the swelling thereof"
JE low independent the religion of
CEld5smakes a man of worldly success
ais Fldly circumstances! Nelson, the
nigh before his elst battle, said, ITO
morrow shall win either peerage or
grave "a Westminster abbey" And it
does aetsmake much difference to the
Christian whether he rises or falls in
worldly matters. He has everlasting re-
ncws anyway. Other plumage may be
torn insthe blast, but that soul adorned
with christian grace is fairer than the
doSes-its wings covered with silver and
itsfGathers with gold.
LURKING IN THE CUP.
You and l have found out that people
who pretend to be happy are not always
happy. Look at that young man carica-
turing the Christian religion, scoffing at
everything good, going into roist2ring
Drunkenness, dashing the champagne
bottle to the floor, rolling the glasses
from the barroom counter, laughing,
shouting. stamping the floor Is he hap
pys VIII 60 to his midnight pillow. l
Will See him turn the gas off. 1 will ask
myself If the pillow on which he sleeps
iss soft as The pillow on which that
ssss 80 i1s..sis sleeps. ---lss
an, mol When he opens his eyes in
the morning, will the world be as bright
to him as to that young man who retired
at night saying his prayers, invoking
Gods blessing upon his own soul and
the souls of his comrades and father and
mother and brothers and sisters far
away? No, mol His laugh will ring out
from the saloon so that you hear it as
you pass by, but it is hollow laughter.
In it is the swapping of heartstrings and
the rattle of prison gates. Happy-that
young man happy?
Let him fill high the bowl; he cannot
drown an upbraiding conscience. Let
the balls roll through the bowling alley;
the deep rumble and the sharp crack can
not overpower the voices of condemna-
ton. Let him whirl in the dance of sin
and temptation and death; all the bril-
liancy of the scene cannot make him for
get the last look of his mother when he
left home, when she said to him: Nov,
my son, you will do right; l am sure you
will do right. You will, won't your That
young ma, happy? Why, across every
night there fit shadows of eternal dark
ness; there are adders coiled up in every
cup; there are vultures of despair strik-
ing their iron beaks into his heart: there
are skeleton fingers of grief pinching at
the throat.
USEFUL RELIGION.
come in amid the clicking of the
glasses and under the flashing of the
chandeliers, and I cry: "Woe! Woe! The
way of the ungodly shall perish. There
is no peace, saith my God, to the wick
ed. The way of transgressors is hard. )"
Oh, my friends, there is more joy in one
drop of Christian satisfaction than in
whole rivers of sinful delight. Other
wings may be drenched of the storm
and splashed of the tempest, but the
dove that comes in through the window
of this heavenly ark has wings like the
dove covered with silver and her feath-
ers with yellow gold.
Again, remark, religion is an adorn-
ment in the style of usefulness into which
it inducts man. Here are two young
men. The one has fine culture, exquisite
wardrobe. plenty of friends, great world
ly success, but he lives for himself. His
chief care is for his own comfort. He
lives uselessly. He dies unregretted.
Here is another young man. His ap-
parel may not be so good his education
may not be so thorough. He lives for
others. His happiness is to make others
happy. He is as self denying as that dy-
ing soldier falling in the ranks, when he
said: Colonel, there is no need of those
boys firing themselves by carrying me
to the hospital Let me die just where
am" So this young man Of whom I
speak loves God, wants all the world TO
love him, is not ashamed to carry bun
die of clothes up that dark alley to the
moor. Which of those Young men do