The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1895-05-03

/ was valuaDlef and SO II was Win the
people that followed after the armies
at charlottesville, and at Pittsburg
Landing, and at Stone River, and at
Atlanta. stripping the slams but the
northern and southern women-God
bless them-came on the field with
basins, and pads, and towels, and
/ lint, and eordials, 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 iti' and
others looked up and said; "oh. how
you make me think Of My hothern'
end Others said: ''1'ell the folks at
home | died thinking aboHt them!'
and another looked up and said: Miss,
won't you sing me a verse of Home,
Sweet, Home before / die?" And
then the tattoo was sounded, then
the hats wets off, aid tile serv-
lee was read: Il am the fesut-
fectiQr and ths 1ife;' and id h0hof, of
TIE departed the inuskets were loade d
and the command given, Present.
fire!' And there was single set up
at the head of the grave, with the ep-
itaph of "Lieuts - in the Fetts
teerth 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 watkins among the slain, aid
| there are Toiees OF comfort, and voices
of hope, and voices of resurrection, and
voices of Heaven.
| nir on ia
corner of Broadway and Houston
street. A young r6ar, efidehti5 doubt:
ing Is to which direction he had bet
tef take. his hat lifted high, enough sd
that you could see he had on inteliis
gent foreheat, stout chest; he had a
robust development. Splendid young
man. Cultured young rtsH. lion
ored Eouhg man. Why did he stop
there while SO many were going up
and down? The fact is that every
man has a good angel aud a bad
angel offending for the mastery of his
spirit, and there was q good angel and
a bad angel atFhggiing With that
| 9obhg man's soul at the corner of
Broadway and Houston street. Come
with me-" said the good angel; Il
y ~
wings over your pillow; / will lowing
ly escort $od I'll tilfoii9k life ahder
| snpefhs ttiEal Protection; l will bless
every cup you drink out of, every
couch you rest on, every doorway
you enter; l will consecrate your
tears when you weep, your sweat
when you toll, and at the last
wilt hand ,oteE .FobE graEs Tito The
hand az LIS 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 .sPifit;
Gene with. HE, said the good Angel
| iii & voice Of unearthlt symphony. 1t
| was music like that which DROPS from
a lutte Of Hsa%eA When a seraph
! bteStiies on it. mo, no." said the bad
angel, come with me; l have some
thing better to offer; the wines pour
are from ehaliees of hewitehihe
earousals the dane6 I lead is over
! f6oF tesse1Iated with unstrained in
| dulgences; there is no God to frown on
the temples of sin where l worship.
The skies are Italian. The paths
tread are through meadows, daisisd
and primrcsed. G6tne 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 a door flashed
omen IN the shy aid forever tbs
| 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 a pathway which is beautiful at
| the opening, but blasted at the last.
The bad angel, leading tie 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 eariie I'd
with a jar that Indicated that it would
never open. Passed each portal, there
was grinding of locks and showing
Of boltsi and the scenery on either
side of the road changed
from gardens to deserts; and
the June air became a cutting
| December blast, and the bright wings
of the bad angel turned to saskclott,
aud 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 n serpent, and the man
said to the bad ahgel "What is thai
| serpeht?" 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 TINT lioh7" aid the Answer
vast THAT is the lion of all-devour-
| ing despair" A vulture few through
| the sky, and the man asked the bad
! angel: What is that vulture?" and
the answer wasi THAT is the vulture
waiting for the carcasses of thu
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 ana
! gel: What Is 1t that twists me in this
awful convulsion?" 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? / trusted in what you
said at the corner of Broadway
and Houston street; l trusted it all,
and why have you thus deceived
me?" Then the last deception fell off
| the charmer, and it said: 81 was sent
from the pit to destroy your soul; 1
wntched my chance for many long
year; when you hesitated that night
on Broadway | gained my triumph;