Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1894-10-12


lo9tsup through the perfume, and the froth
of Deaths lips bubbles lin the champagne.
an told that in come ofthe cities there are
parents who have actually given mp mousse
keeping and gone to boarding that they may
give their t!me illimitably to social dlsslpa-
lions. I have known such cases. have
known family after family blasted IN that
way in one Of the other cities where 1
preached, Father and mother turning thelr
backs upon all quiet culture and all the
amenities of home. leading 1orth
their entire family in the wrong direc-
ton. Annihilatcl-TOrse than annlhil9tei,
for there are some things worse than aunl-
hiation. I give you the history OF more
than one family when say they went on IN
the dissipatiOn3 OF social life until the father
dropped into lower style OF dissipation,
and after awhile the son was tossed out into
society q nOnantitv, and after aWnlIo the
daugEtC~ e.op3d Wit = French canci:ls' . !A.o
ter, and after awhile me mother, getting on
further and iurther in years, tries 10 hloe
the wrinkles, but fails in the attempt, trying
all the arts Of the belle-an old firt, poor,
miserable butterfly without any wings
If there IS anything on earth beautftul 10
ma il ia an agoC woman, her white locks
flowing back over the wrinkled broW-iock9
not white with frost, as the poets say, OUT
white with the blossoms of the tree or ne,
In her voice the tenderness OF gracious
memories, her face benedict1on. As grand
mother passes through the room the grand
children pull at her dress, and she almost
falls in her weakness, but she has nothln9
but candy or cake or kind Woro lot the
little darIings. When she gets out OF sne
wagon in front of the house, the Wno!e
family rush out and cry, "Grandmas
| comeP And when she goes away from U.s.
! never to return, there is q shadow on the
! table, and q shadow on the heartn, aA0
| shadow on the heart.
There is no more touching scene on eartn
| than when grandmother sleeps the last slum-
! Der and the little child is lifted up to the
| casket to give the last kiss, and she says,
HGoodby, grandmar' Oh, there is beauty
! in old age. God says so. zine hoary nead
Is crown of glory; wv why rs should people PIE
| greatest things, l know Of are aged-old
| mountains, old seas. old stars and old eternI-
! ty. But If there is anything distressfnl it Is
| to see an old woman ashamed OF the 1act
| that she is old. What with all the artificial
| appliances she Is too much for my gravity
| laugh even in church when 1 see her COM
| Ing. Tho worst looking bird on earth Is
| peacock when it has lost its feathers. L
would not give one lock Of my old mother
| gray hair for so, 900 such caricatures or hu-
| rnanfty. And if the life of a wording, II
the life of a disciple given to the world, Is
| sad the close Of such lifoiS simply Tragedy:
Let met tell you that the designations OF
life are despoiling the usefulness OF vast
multitude OF people. What do those people
| care about the fact that there are whole ma
when they have for consideration the more
| important question about the size OF glove
or the tie CT a cravate? Which one OF tnen1 4
| ever bound up the wounds OF the hospNal' {
| Which one Of them ever went out TO care lor
the poor? Which of them do you find in the
| baunts Of sin distributing tracts? They live
Oh themselves, and it is very poor pasture.
Syharis was a great city, and it once sent
out 800 horsemen in battle. They mad q
| minstrel who had taught the horses OF the
~ OH nd uvha fha old min-
| strel plaved O certain tune the horses would
rear and with their front feet seemed to beat
| time to the music. Well, the old minstrel
was offended with his country, and he went
over to the enemy, and he said to the enemy,
.sYou give me the mastershtp Of the army,
and will destroy their troops Wnen those
horsemen come from Sybaris.
So they gave the old ministrelthe manage
ment, and he taught all the other ministries
a certain Lne. Then when the cavalry
troon came I'D the old minstrel and ell the
other minstrels played certain tune, and
at the most critical moment in the battle
when the horsemen wanted to rush to the
conflict. the horses reared and beat time tc
the music with their fore feet. and in dis
grace and rout the enemy fed. All, my
| friends I have seen 1t again and aga1n-thF
mtnstrels Of pleasure, the Ministries Of dIssl
patton, the minstrels CT goddess association
have defeated people in the hard
5: ost nfB5 fbe 6b Battle 'f for iTSy iO0oS fdiE s
Oh, what belittling process to the human
mind this everlasting question about dress
this discussion of fashionable 1nt1nlteslmals
this group, looking askance at the glass
wondering with an infinity of earnestnes
how that last geranium leaf does look, thl
shriveling of mans moral dignity until it |
not observable to the naked eye, this Span
ish inquisition of a tight shoe, tns blndlnI
I'D Of an immortal soul in a rufde, this p1tch
ing off of an immortal nature over the rock
, COI +aS If for CrR3t and aVprlaSt
} ing uplifting!
With many life is @ masquerade ball, an
as ut such entertainments gentlemen an
ladies put on the garb of kings and queen
or mountebanks or clowns, ana at the CLOS
| put off the disguise, so a great many pas
!, their whole life in a mask, taking of tn
mask at death. While the masquerade bal
of life goes on they trip merrIly over tn
} ! floor, gemmed hand is stretched to tn
| gemmed hand, and cleaning brow bonds t
, | cleaning brow. On with the dance! Fius
and rustic and laughter OF imneasurabl
] ! merrymaking
Bur after awhile the languor of deaf
5 comes on the limbs and blurS the eyesighi
? Lights lower. Floor hollow with sepuichra
echo Music s3ddGne1 into wall. Light
lower. Now the maskers are only seen
the dim light Now the fragrance Of tn
flowers is like the sickening odor that come
, from garlands that have lain long in tn
} vaults of cemeteries. Lights lower. Mist
= uuaked by sullen thunder. Sigh caught
i the curtain. Scarf drops from the shOulde
: ci ueauIy-a enroud Lights lower. Owe
. the slippery boards in dance of death glide
. jealOuses, cnvies, revenge5, lust, despai
l and death. Stencil the lamp wicks almos
> extinguished. Torn garments will not ha
, cover the ulceratei feet. Choking damp
| ChiIliness. Feet still. Hands closed. Voice
1 hushed. Eyes shut. Lights out.
, Oh, how many OF you have tiOated far ava
from God through social dissipations, and
= is time YOU turned, for l remember th
there were two vessels on the sea in q stOrr
-' 1t was very, very dark. and the two vess8
Il were going straight for each other, and tt
y captains knew it not. But after awhile IL
o nan on the lookout saw the apprOachiI
- ship, and he shouted, Hard a-larbOard
. and from the other vessel the cry went u
8 Hard a-larboarG!' and they turned ju
> enough TO glance by and passed in safety
y their harbors. Some Of you are in the stor
i OF temptation, and you are drying on az
e coming toward fearful collisions unless yO
% change your course. Hard a-larboard! TUI
IS ye, turn ye, for "why will ye die, O hou
y OF IsraelY
n Dollar Wheat in the DakOtas.
lg Acting Secretary Sims, o; the Interior I
D. partment, at Washington, has been cOnsi
ar ering bid for wheat to be furnished I
r Sioux Inlians at Crow Creek agency, Sou
m u-hi he thinks IS DOStiyA DrC