The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1895-05-01

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ana another looked up and said. Miss
won YOU sing me a verse Of Home.
Sweet Home. before die" And then
the tattoo was sounded, and the hats
were Off. and the service was read, Il
am the resurrection and the life. and
in honor Of the departed the muskcts
were loaded and the command given
Present. Fire
And there was shingle SET up at
the head of the grave. with the epitaph
of Lieutenent-in the Fourteenth
Massachusetts, regulars. ;" or Captain
in the Fifteenth regiment of South
Carolina volunteers. And SO now
across this great field of moral and
spiritual battle the angles of Goo come
walking among the slain, and there
arevoices of comfort and voices of hope
and voices of resurrection, and voices
of heaven.
One night l saw tragedy on the
corner Of Broadway and Houston
street. a young man, evidently doubt
ing as to which direction he had better
take, his hat lifted high enough so
that you could see he had an intelli-
gent forehead, stout chest; he had aro
bus development. Splendid young
man. Cultured young man. Honor
ed young man. Why did he stop there
while so many were going up and
down? The fact is that every man has
good angel and a badangel contend
ing for the mastery of his spirit, and
there was a good angel and bad angel
struggling with that young man S soul
at the corner of Broadway and Hous-
ton street.
Come with me, said the good angel
Il will take you home. | will spread
my wings over your pillow. | will
lovingly escort you all through Life un
der supernatural protection. l will
bless every cup you drink out of, every
couch you rest on, every doorway you
enter. l will consecrate your tears
when you weep, your sweat when you
toll, and at the last | will hand over
your grave into the hand of the bright
angel of Christian resurrection. In
answer to your fathers petition and
your mothers prayer have been sent
of the Lord out of heaven to be your
guardian spirit. Come with me, SAID
the good angel in voice of unearthiy
symphony. 1t was music like that
which drops from lutte of heaven a
seraph breathes on it. mo, no, SAID
The bad angel. Come with me: l
have something better to offer. The
/ vines pour are from chalices of be-
witching carousal. The dance I lead
| is over floor tessellated with unrestra-
ined indulgences. There is no God to
frown on the temples of sin where l
worship. The skies are Italian. The
paths tread are through meadows,
daisied and primrosed. Come
with me-" The young man
hesitated at a time when hesita-
ton was ruin, and the badangel smote
the good angel until it departed, spread
ing wings through the starlight up.
ward and away until door flashed
open in the sky, and forever the wings
vanished. That was the turning point
in that young mans history, for, the
good angel flown, he hesitated no
| longer. but started on pathway
which is beautiful at the opening, but
blasted at the last.
The bad angel, leading the way, op-
ened gate after gate, and at each gate
| the road became rougher and the sky
more lurid, and what was peculiar as
the gate slammed shut it came to with
a jar that indicated that it would never
open. Passed each portal, there was
a grinding of locks and showing OF
bolts, and the scenery on either side
of the road changed from gardens to
deserts, and the June air became a
cutting December blast, and the bright
wings OF the bad angel turned to sack
clotS, and the eyes Of light became
hollow with hopeless grief, and the
fountains that at the start had tossed
with wine poured forth bubbling tears
and foaming blood, and on the right
side of the road there was a serpent,
and the man said to the bad angel,
"What is that serpent?" and the an
swer was, That is the serpent OF
singing remorse." On the left side the
road there was lion, and the man
asked the bad angel. What is that
lion:" and the answer was, That IS
the lion of all devouring despair" A
vulture flew through the sky,
and the man asked the bad angel,
What is that vulture?" and the an
swer was, That is the vulture waiting
for the carcasses of the slain. And
then the man began to try to pull off
him the folds of something that had
wound him round and round, and he
said to the bad angel, What is 1t
that twist me in the this awful convo-
lution:" and the answer was, That
is the worm that nevr dies. :"
And then the man said to the bad
angel: What does all this mean: l
trusted in what you said at the corner
of Broadway and Houston street: L
trusted it all, and why have you thus
| deceived me?" Then the last deception
fell off the charmer, and it said: II
| was sent forth from the pit to
destroy your soul I watched my
chance for many long year: When
you hesitated that night on Broadway
| I gained my triumph. Now YOU are
here. Ha, ha. You are here. Come,
now, let us fill these two challces OF
fire and and drink together to darkness
and woe and death. Hail! Hail,
Oh, young man, will the good angel
sent forth by christ or the bad angel
sent forth by sin get the victory over
your soul: Their wings are i:.terocked
this moment above you, contendlng
above you. cending for your destiny,
as above the Apenninese eagle and con-
dor fight mid-sky. This hour may de-
eide your destiny.
Bloody Work IN Edgefield.
EDGEF1ELD, April "a 4-This morn
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