Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1894-11-01

ii.tH SOul, anu appear W thdI III Ohc
to-day. When a man does wrong he
knows he does wrong. and when he
does right he knows he does right, and
TO that throne which Almighty God
lifted in the heart of every man and
woman appeal.
As to the physical ruin wrought by
the designations of social life there can
be no doubt What may we expect OF
people who work all day and dance all
night? After awhile they will be
thrown on society, nervous, exhausted
imbeciles. These people who indulge IN
the suppers and the midnight revels
and then go home in the cold, un-
wrapped of limbs, will after awhile be
found to have been written down in
Gods eternal records as suicides, as
much suicides as if they had taken
their life with pistol, or knife or
strychnine.
How many people have stepped from
the ball room into the graveyard. Con
sumptions and swift neuralgias are
close their track. Amid many of the
glittering scenes of social life, diseases
stand right and left and balance and
chain. The breath of the sepulcher
floats up through the perfume and the
froth of deaths lips bubbles up in the
champagne. | am told in some Of the
cities there are parents who have aetu-
ally given up housekeeping and gone
to boarding that they may give their
time illimitably to social designations.
have known such cases. l have known
family after family blasted in that way
in one of the other cities where |
preached. Father and mother turning
their backs upon all quiet culture and
all the amenities of home, leading forth
their entire family in the wrong direc-
zion. Annihilated, worse than annihi-
lated--for there are some things worse
than annihilation | give you the his
tory of 10 1rs than one family when
say they went on in the designations VI
social life until the father dropped into
a lower style of dissipation, and after
awhile the son was tossed out into so
ciety nonenity, and after awhile the
daughter eloped with French dane
ing master, and after awhile the moth
err, getting on further and further in
years, tries TO hide the wrinkles, but
fails in the attempt, trying ali the arts
Of the belle. an old fiirt, poor miser-
able butterfly without any wings.
If there is anything on earth beauti-
ful to me it is an aged woman, her white
locks flowing back over the wrinkled
brow-locls not white with frost, a.
the poets say, but white with the bios
SONS Of the tree of life, in her voice the
tenderness Of gracious memories, her
face a benediction. As grandmother
passes through the room the grandchii-
dren pull at her dress and she almost
falls in her weakness; but She has noth-
ing but candy or cake or a kind word
for the little darlings. When she gets
out of the wagon ia front of the house
the whole family rush out and cry:
''Grandma's come!n and when she goes
away from Us never To return, there j.
a shadow on the hearth, and shadow
on the heart There is no more touch
ing scene on earth than when grand
mother sleeps the last slumber and the
little child is lifted up to the caslSet 70
give the last kiss, and She says: Good
bye, grandma 0, there is beauty in
old age. cod says so. "The hoarv
head is a crown Of glory Why should
people decline to get old? The best
things, the greatest things ! know OF
are aged. Old mountains. old seas, old
stars and old eternity. But if there is
distressful, it is to see an old 1
woman ashamed of the fact that she Is |
old. What with all the artificial appli. |
ances, she is too much for my gravity I
laugh even in church when | see her /
coming. The worst looking bird on
earth is peacock when it has lost it.
feathers. would not give one lock OF
my old mothers gray hair for fifty /
thousand such caricatures of humanity /
And if the life of a wording, if the /
life of disciple given to the world Is
lad, the close of such life is simply a
tragedy.
Let me tell you that the designations
# social life are c.spoiling the useful
less of vast multitude Of people.
What do these people care about the
act that there are whole nations in
orrow and suffering and agony, when
hey have for consideration the more
important question about the size of a
Hove or the tie of a cravat? Which
me of them ever bound up the wounds
# the hospital? Which one of them ever
vent out to care for the poor? Which
+ them do you find in the haunts of
in distributing tracts? They live on
and it is very poor pasture.
Sybaris was a great city. and it once
emit ont three hundred horsemen in
attic. They had minstrel who had
aught the horses of the army great
rick. and when the old minstrel PLAYED
certain tune the horses would rear
nd with their front feet seem to beat
Ime to the music. Well, the old min
trel was offended with his country,
nd he went over to the enemy. and he
aid to the enemy. sYou give me the
of the army and I will de-
roy their troops when those horsemen
Dme from Svbaris.~ So they gave the