The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1895-05-04

| corpses, and they roll, a sv>s ~ Ashd,
and they took away everything that
was valuable; md SO it was with thu
people that followed after the armies
at Charlottesville, and at Pittsburg
Landing, and at Stone River, and at
Atlanta, stripping the slain; but the
northern and southern women--God
bless them-came on tho field with
basins, and pads, and towels. and
lint, and cordials, and Christian
encouragement, ana the poor fell
lows that lay there lifted up 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 mother!"
and others said: Tell the folks at
home l died thinking about themw
and another looked up and said: Miss,
won't you sing me verse of Home,
Sweet, Home before / die?" And
then the tattoo was sounded, then
the hats were off, and the serv-
ice was read: II am the resur-
rection and the life;" and in honor Of
the departed the muslsets were loaded
and the command given, present
fire" And there was single set up
at the head of the grave, with the ep-
itaph of Lieut.. 49,, in the Four
teenth Massachusetts, Regulars" or
capt. -, in the Fifteenth Regiment
of South Carolina Volunteers" And
so now, across the 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.
One night ] saw tragedy on the
corner of broadway and Houston
street, A young man, evidently doubt
ing as to which direction he had bet
ter take, his hat lifted high enough so
that you could see he had an intelli.
gent forehead, stout chest; he had q
robust development. Splendid young
man. Cultured young man. Hon.
ored 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 bad
angel contending for the mastery of his
spirit, and there was a good angel and
bad angel struggling with that
broadway and Houston street. "Come
with me-" said the good angel; II
will take you home; ! will spread my
wings over your pillow; l will loving
ly escort you all through life under
supernatural protection; will bless
every cup you drink out of, every
couch you rest on, every doorway
you enter; / will consecrate your
tears when you weep, your sweat
when you toll, and at the last
l will hand over your grave into the
hand of the bright angel of Christian
resurrection. In answer to your faith
er's 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 a voice of unearthly symphony. 1t
was music like that which drops from
a lutte of Heaven when seraph
breathes on it. mo, no." said the bad
angel, ''come with me; have some
thing better to offer; the wines / pour
are from chalices of bewitching
carousal: the dance | lead is over
floor tessellated with unstrained in
dulgences; there is no God to frown on
the temples of sin where worship.
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 departed,
spreading wings through the starlight
upward and away until door flashed
open in the sky and forever the
wings vanished. That was the turn
ing 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 peculiar,
as the gate slammed shut it came to
with jar that indicated that it would
never open. Passed each portal, there
was grinding of locks and n 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 sackcloth,
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 foam
ing 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 the singing remorse."
On the left side the road there was a
lion, and the man asked the bad angel:
"What is that lion?" and the answer
was: "rhat is the lion of all-devour-
ing despair" A vulture flew through
the sky, and the man asked the baf
angel: "What is that vulture?" ana
the answer was: "Thst 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 an.
gel: what is it that twists me in this
awful convulsion?" and the answer