The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1895-12-06

In these unpretending home pleasures,
you are on the road to ruin. Though
you may be cut of from your early
associates, and though you may
be separated from all your kim
dred, young man, Is there not
m room somewhere that you can
call your own? Though it be the
| fourth story of a third-class boarding
house, into that room gather books,
pictures and a harp. Hang your
mothers picture over the mantle. Bid
unholy mirth stand back from Chat
threshold. Concentrate some spot id
that room with the knee OF prayer
By the memory of other days, q
fathers counsel, a mothers love, and
a sisters confidence. call it home.
Another safeguard for these young
men is industrious habit. There are a
great many people trying to make
their way through the world with
their wits instead of by honest toll.
There is "a young man who comes from
the country to the city. He fails twice
before he is as old as his father was
when he first saw the spires OF the
great town. He is seated in his room
at rent of two thousand dollars a
year, waiting for the banks to declare
their dividends and the stocks to run
up. After awhile he gets impatient.
He tries to improve his penmanship by
making copy-plates of other merchants
| signatures! Never mind-all is right
in business. After awhile he has his
estate. Now is the time for him to re-
tire to the country, amid the focks
and the herds, to culture the domestic
virtues.
Now the young men who were his
schOOlmates in boyhood will come,
and with their OK teams draw him
logs, and with their hard hands will
help to hea7e up the castle. That is
not fancy sketch; 1t Is everyday life.
should not wonder If there We're q
rotten beam in that palace. l shout d
hot wonder II God should smite him
with dire sickness, and pour into his
cup bitter draught that will thrill
him with unbearable agony. l should
not wonder if that mans children
grew up to be to him a disgrace, and
to make his life shame. l should
not wonder if that man died a dishon-
orable death, and were tumbled into a
dishonorable grave, and then went
into the crashing OF teeth. The way
of the ungodly shall perish.
Oil young man, you must have in
dustry OF head, Or hand, or foot, or
perish. Do not have the idea that you
can get along in the world by genius,
the cause of this country to-day is
geniuses inch with large self-conceit
and nothing else, The man who pro-
poses to make his living by his wits
probably has not any. 1 should rath-
er be an OK, plain and plodding nd
useful, than to be an eagle, high
flying and good-for-nothing but to
pick out the eyes Of eaf-
cases. Even in the Garden Of Eden it
was not safe for Adam to be idle, SO
God made him an horticulturist; and il
the married pair had kept busy dress
ing the vines, they would not have
been sauntering under the trees,
hankering after fruit that ruined
them and their posterityl Proof posi-
tive of the fact that when people do
not attend to their business they get
into mischief. ''Go to the ant,
thou sluggard consider her ways
and be wise; which, having
no ovefseer or guide, provideth
her food in the summer and gathereth
her meat in the harvest" Satan is
roaring lion, and you can never de-
stroy him by gun or pistol or sword.
The weapons with which you are to
beat him back arc pen, type and ham
mer and adze, and saw, and picks IKE,
and yardsticx, and the weapon of hon
est toll. Work, work, or die.
present to young men is d high ideal |
of life. Sometimes soldiers going into
battle shoot into the ground instead of
into the-hearts of their enemies. They |
are apt to take aim too low, and it is |
often that the captain, going into con- |
flict with his men, will cry out: Now, |
men, aim highr' The fact is that in |
life a great many men take no aim |
at all. The artist plans out his |
entire thought before he puts it |
upon canvas, before he takes up |
the crayon or the chisel. An archi-
tect thinks out the entire building |
before the worl1men begin. Although |
everything may seem to be morgan
lied, that architect has in his mind |
every Corinthian column, every Gothic
arch, every byzantine capital. A poet |
thinks out the entire plot of his poem
before he begins to chime the cantos
of tinkling rhythms. And yet there
are great many men who start the
important structure of life without
knowing whether it Is going to be
a rude Tartar's hut, or a st. Marks
cathedral, and begin to write out
the intricate poem of their life
without knowing whether it is to be
Homer's odyssey" or a rhymester's
botch. Out of one thousand, nine
hundred and ninety-nine have no life
plot. Booted and spurred and ca
parisoned, they hasten along, and run
out and say: Halo, mani Whittier
away?" "Nowhere!" they say. Oh!
young man, make every days
duty a filling up of the great life
boat Alas! that there should be on
this sea of life So many ships that seem
bound for no port. They are swept
every whittier by wind and wave, up
by the mountains and down by the
They sail with no chart
They gaze on no star. They long for
no harbor. Oh! young man. have a
high ideal and press for it, and it will
be mighty safeguard. There never
were grander opportunities opening
before young men than are opening
now. Young men of the strong arm,
and of the stout heart, and of the