The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1895-11-29
w. COLUMN
CONDUCTED By MRS. NJ. L. HOBBS.
The Evening Prayer.

the evening prayer of his little ones.
Recollections OF past days arose in
his mind when he, too, uttered the
same prayer at his mothers knee
'Far back" said he, Through
many years, have my Thoughts been
wandering. At my mothers kne,
nightly, said, in childhood, my
evening prayers, Our Father,
that she taught me. Childhood and
my mother passed away. l went
forth as man into the world,
strong, confident and self-seeklng.
Once | was in great temptation.
Had | fallen into that temptation, l
would have fallen, fear, never to
have risen again. The struggle
went on in my mind for hours. !
was about yielding. All the bar
riers that | could oppose to the in
rushing flood, seemed just ready to
give way, when, AS sat ii ny room
one evening, there came from an
adjoining chamber, now first oc-
cupied for many week., the murmur
of low voices. | listened. AT first
no articulate sound was heard, and
vel something in the tone stirred
nv heart with new emotions. At
length there came to my ears in the
earnest loving voice of a woman,
the words, deliver us from all
evil For an instant it seemed to
me as if the voice Of my mother.
Back with sudden bound through
all the intervening years, went my
thoughts, and was 1. child in hear'
again. | was kneeling at my moth
er's knee. Humbly and reverently
: sal over the holy words OF ths
holy prayer she hal taught me
e heart and eyes uplift' d to heaven
4 The hour and the power Of darkness
had passed l was no longer stand
Il Ing in slippery places, with a hoo'
o Of waters ready to sweep me to de
structicn; but my feet were on
o rock. My mothers pious care ha
saved her son. In the holy wor
he she taught me in childhood was
living power to resist evil throug
all my after life. All! that vi
'e known mother as she taught hs
child to repeat her evening praye
is how little dreamed she that the hol
words were to reach the stranger
TO ears, and save him through tf
memories Of his mother! And yet
I'd was so. What power there is
r. Gods Word as It flows into an
rests in the minds Of innoc INT chi
he dren. Tears were in the ey yes OF p
IS wife and mother, as she lifted n
face and gazed with tenderness u
"a on the countenance of her husban
Her heart was too full for utteranc
it A little while she thus gazed, al
then with trembling Joy laid n
he head upon his buo n. Angels v
to in the chamber where their de
ones slept, and they felt their no
!" presence.
. Notes and Comments.
MS Close up the murder mills!
Of Fall i'm and forward march.
Keep sweet and fight like hero'
- - Do not neglect youropen air me
" ings.
Perso ,al liberty is not person
- license.
nle Our forces are gaining every di
eir Push the fight.
He that defends the saloon v
an defend hell itself.
The wave Of enthusiasm has co
len menced to roll.
(! God is never on our side.
the must be on Gods 81 le.
u Don I wait for marching ordt
Time is too short,
m. In this country every man
an. personal liberty to do right.
Close up the saloons and rem
the the temptation from your boy.
IS? How many fence straddlers
we going to have in this fightY
OF In o,der to live, the liquor ira
lar must have boys to destroy. WI
boys?
o Don't vote with tha bummers
!. deadbeats i'm favor OF the WIN
w traffic.
:, !, "What shall it profit a man J
gain the whole world and lose
''" . own soul?'
- The step from the high lic'
u, saloon to the low dive is not
" great as many think.
no Let the beacon lights blaze !
every lilltop! Shout the ware
ar the saloon must go!
oun- There seems to he a general
wakening i'm the Prohibition ra
Thank the Lord. d.-Voice.