Connecticut western news., 1895-04-25

and towels and lint and cordials and Christian encouragement, and the poor fellows that lay there lifted mp their arms and said, "Oh, how good that does feel since you dressed it!" And others looked up and said, "Oh, how you make me think of my motherp' And others said, ''Tell the folks at home I died thinking about them" And anoth- CT looked up and said, Miss, won't you sing me verse of Home, Sweet Home, before die?" And then the tat too was sounded, and the hats were off, and the service was read. ''I am the res urrection and the life." And in honor of the departed the muskets were load ed and the command given, Present fire" And there was a shingle set up at the head of the grave, with the ep- itaph of Lieutenant - in the Four teonth Massachusetts regulars, or Captain - in the Fifteenth regi- ment 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 are voices of comfort and voices of hope and voices of resurrection and voices of heaven.
 A Tragedy Recalled.
 One night I saw a tragedy on the cor ner of Broadway and Houston street. A young man, evidently doubting as to which direction he had better take, his hat lifted high enough so that you could see he had au intelligent forehead, stout chest; he had a robust development. Splendid young man. Cultured young man. Honored young man. Why did he stop there while so many were going up and down? The fact is that every man has a good angel and bad angel contending for the mastery of his spirit, and there were good angel and bad angel struggling with that young mans soul at the corner of Broadway and Houston street. Come with me, ." said the good angel; "I will take you home; will spread my wings over your pill low; I will lovingly escort you all through life under supernatural protec- tion; will bless every cup you drink out of, every couch you rest on, every doorway you enter; I will consecrate your tears when you weep, your sweat
 
 hand over your grave into the hand of the bright angel of a Christian resur- rection. In answer to your fathers peti- tion and your mothers prayer 1 have been sent of the Lord out of heaven to be your guardian spirit Come with me-" said the good angel in voice of unearthly symphony. It was music like that which drops from lute of heaven when seraph breathes on it. "No, mo-" said the bad angel; ''cope with me; I have something better to offer. The wines 1 pour are from chalices of bewitching carousal; the dance I lead is over floor tessellated with unrestrain ed indulgences; there is no God to fr0wn on the temples of sin where 1 worship The skies are Italian. The paths I tread are through meadows, daisied and primrosed. Come with me. "
 The young man hesitated at time when hesitation was ruin, and the bad angel smote the good angel until it de- parted, spreading wings through the !tarlight upward 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, opened gate after gate, and at each gate the road became rougher and the sky more lurid, and, what was pecul- far, as the gate slammed shut it came to with a jar that indicated that it would never open.
 A Decision Called For.
 Passed each portal, there was grind ing 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 cutting December blast, and the bright wings of the bad angel turned to saokcloth, 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 serpent, and the man said to the bad angel, "What is that serpent?" and the answer was, ''That is the serpent of stinging remorse. D On the left side the road there was lion, and the man ask ed 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 answer was, '"That is the vul- ture 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 it that twists me in this awful convolu- tion?" and the answer was, That is the worm that never dies And then the man said to the bad angel: "What does all this mean? I trusted in what you said at the corner of Broadway and Houston street; I trusted it all, and why have you thus deceived mel" Then the last deception fell of the charmer, and it said: 1T 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, hal You are here. Come, let us fill these two chalices of fire and drink together to darkness and woe and death. Hail, haill'' 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 interlocked this moment above you, contending for your destiny, as above the Apennines eagle and condor fight mid-sky. This hour may decide your destiny.
 Traditions and Solomon.
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