Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1895-12-04
". c. 7. U. COLUMN.
SELECTED BY MORRIS UNION.
CONSIDERATION.
If he were dead, the friend that now

! Would you not put aside the grudge
| And say you had been weak and blind:
! That you were wrong as well as he,
! And smooth it over when too late
/ To bring to him the peace he craved.
t The simple boon YOU thought too great:
If he were dead, you would re1ent
!, And pardon all his erring ways;
You'd say he meant to do the right,
| And almost dare to give him praise;
He, who while living felt the sting
OF bitter words, unjustly said;
You'd show a contrite spirit then
And mourn your weakness-were he
dead.
If he were dead, beyond your help,
You would forbear to even think
The thoughts that now you boldly speak
To sever friendships sacred link;
If itwere o'er-the task of life
You helped to make so hard and drear,
You'd feel at last keen regret
And shed perchance silent tear.
O. friends, treat not less kindly now
The near and living than the dead.
When hearts are cold they will not need
The words for which they sorely b1ed
Be patient with the erring one;
Glide not his fau1t-he1p him instead
Wait not to love him and forgive
Till all is Ger and he is dead.
Anna w. Simmons, in Young Mems Fra
There will be an end of the saloon
some day, because the devil is not
always going to be on top. Some
day the good people of the nation
will assemble themselves together,
stop fighting one another, express re-
grets that they have been SO foolish,
take God at His word, and take pos
session of America for God. What
is right is bound to overcome what is
wrong; but I have yet to hear the
first decent man declare that the sa-
loon system is good thing. There
are several ingredients in the make
up of the hash that the devil gives
out, but the principal mixture is the
product of the saloons The curse
will have to be voted out or fought
out. The peaceful way is the best
way.-N. Y. Witness.
"Our children cry for bread was
the sad and startling inscription on a
banner which was carried in a pro-
cession of eighteen thousand men
through the streets Of Chicago. And
the procession moved to a grove and
rested, aud drank one thousand four
hundred kegs Of beer. No wonder
"our children cry for bread. Chris
tan Advocate.
Would you do something towards
enlightening the people as to the
menace of the saloon, and aid in ov-
verthrowing the liquor oligarchy,
then put some money into literature
to be scattered. It will hasten the
end as nothing else can.
Advertising schemes are as numer
Gus and bold as the ways of the
heather Chinese are dark and his
tricks are vain. Some Of the adyer-
Users are ready to serve the devil in
the guise of the saint. A Washing
ton street saloon-keeper, located not
far from Boyleston street, had the
audacity yesterday to display the
sign, christian Endeavor Punch"
A passing policeman was filed with
righteous wrath such as only Boston
policeman can feel. Entering the
saloon, he said:
you'll have to take that sign in"
II CUES not" said the saloon Keep
err. "There amt no law compelling
me to-
chats all right" answered the Of
icer, "but I guess you had better
take it in" with a note of stern sug-
gestiveness in his voice.
"What for?' again demanded the
saloon-keeper.
"Well, you may have some trouble
next year in getting your license"
replied the officer quietly. eff you
haven't any idea of decency, perhaps
the commissioners will teach you
The saloons of Boston do not run
the police.