Democratic Northwest and Henry County news. [volume] (Napoleon, O. [Ohio]) 1894-1905, 1895-04-25
ST. JACOBS OIL is the Perfect CURE for
NEURALGIA


walk across this battlefield and revive and |
resuscitate and resurrect your dead soul |
Let him take your hand and rub away |
the numbness; your head and bathe of
llse aching; your heart and stop its wild
tb~~b. He brought Lazarus to hfei he
brought Jairus' daughter to lifei he
brought the young man of Main to life,
and these arc three proofs anyhow that he /
can bring you to life.
When the Philistines came down on tho
Geld, they stepped between the corpses,
and they rolled over tho dead, and they
took away everything that was valuable,
and SO it was with the people that follow
cd after tho armies at Charlottesville,
and at Pittsburg Landing and at Stone
River, and at Atlanta, stripping the slain,
but tho northern and southern women
God bless them l-came on the field with
basins and pads and towels and lint and
cordials and Christian encouragement
and the poor fellows that lay there lifted
up their arms and said, "Oh, how good
that does feel since you dressed itT' and
others looked up and said, "Oh, how you
make me think of my motherf' and 9TH
ers said, ''Tell the folks at homo died
thinking about them, +" and another look
ed up and said, Miss, won't you sing me
q verso of Home, Sweet Home, before /
| dep And then the tattoo was sounded,
| and the hats were off, and tho service was
read, "I am the resurrection and the life, f"
and in honor of the departed the muskets
were loaded and the command given:
HPresentt Firep'
| And there was, shingle set up at the
head of the grave with the epitaph of
sLieutenant - In tho Fourteenth Mas
| sachusetts regulars, ''or Captain - in
the Fifteenth regiment of South Carolina
| volunteers And SO now across this
| great field of moral and spiritual battle
the angels of God come walking among
the slain, and there arc voices of comfort,
and voices of hope, and voices of resurrec-
tion, and voices Of heaven.
A Dilemma.
One night 1 saw tragedy on the corner
of Broadway and Houston street. A young
man, evidently doubling as to which direc-
tion he had better take, his hat lifted high
enough SO that you could see he had an
intelligent forehead, stout chest; he had
robust development. Splendid young
man. Cultured young man. Honored
young man. Why did he stop there while
so many were going up and down2 The
fact is that every man has good angel
and bad angel contending for the mas
terry of his spirit, and there was a good an
gel and a bad angel struggling with that
young man s soul at the corner of Broad
way and Houston street.
"Come with me, I" said the good angel.
"I will take you home. I will spread my
wings over your pillow. 1 will lovingly
escort you all through life under supernat-
ural protection. will bless every cup you
drink out of, every couch you rest on, ev-
cry doorway you enter. 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 an
swer to your fathers petition and youl
: mothers prayer I have been sent of the
| Lord out of heaven to be your guardian
| spirit. Come with me-" said tho goot
angel in voice of unearthly symphony /
. was music like that which drops from {
lutte of heaven when a seraph breathes OF
I 1t. 'tNo, no." said the bad angel "Com
8 with me. have something better to offer
/ The wines pour are from chalices of be
9 witching carousal The dance lead j
: over floor tessellated with unrestrained in
i dulgences There is no God to frown Oh
!. the temples Of sin where / worship Th
, skies arc Italian. The paths I tread ar
r through meadows, daisied and primrosed
g Come with me-" The young man hest
n tated at a time when hesitation was ruin
i and the bad angel snote the good ange
o until it departed, spreading wings throug
o the starlight upward and away until
g door flashed open in the sky, and foreve
the wings vanished That was the turn
ing point in that young mans history
a for, the good angel flown, he hesitated n
g longer but started ON a pathway which
y beautiful at the opening, but blasted a
II the last.
N Eject of the Choice.
t, The bad angel, leading the way, opene
1T gate after gate, and at each gate the roa
II became rougher and the sky more lurit
n and what was peculiar as the gate slam
g. med shut it came to with a jar that ind
1t Gated that it would never open. Passe
he each portal, there was a grinding of locl
1T and showing of bolts, and the scener
ut on either side of the road changed frol
n gardens to deserts, and the June air b.
st came cutting December blast, and tt
ip bright wings of the bad angel turned
sackcloth, and the eyes of light becam
ty hollow with hopeless grief, and the foul
Ie tains that at the start had tossed wit
is wine poured forth bubbling tears an
ne foaming blood, and on the right side
!" the road there was serpent, and the ma
er said to the bad angel, "What is that Sc
q pent?' and the answer was, That Is ii
ur serpent of stinging remorse." On the lie
It, side the road there was a lion, and Il
in man asked the bad angel, "What is th
le, lion2" and the answer was, That is tt
", lion of all devouring despair" A vultu
rn flew through the sky, and the man ask
!" the bad angel, "What is that vulturei
nd and the answer was, "That is the vultu
he waiting for the carcasses of the slain
h, And then tho man began to try to pull {
of him the folds of something that hi
nd wound him round and round, and he sa
ng to the bad angel "What Is it that twis
mo in this awful conyolution?" and t
on answer was, "That is the worm that ne
lie er dies" AMI then the man said to t
ar bad angel: WhaA- does all this mean2
ng trusted in what. you said at the corner
i've Broadway and Houston street. | trust
we it all, and why have you thus decciv
me me?'' Then the last deception fell off t
ou charmer, and it said: II was sent for
on from the pit to destroy your soul watt
In ed my chance for many a long year. VIII
me you hesitated that night on Broadway
Ca gained my triumph. Now you arc he
or Ha, hal You are here. Come, now,
lift us fill these two chalices Of fire and dri
,ur together to darkness and woe and deaf
,od Haill HALL" oh, young man, will
M good angel sent forth by Christ or the b
er- angel sent forth by sin get the victory o.
your soul? Their wings are interloch
this moment above you, contending
on your destiny, as above the Apennil
you eagle and condor fight mid-sky. This at
mo- may decide your destiny.
at
ut, The Old oaken bncKet'