The Butler weekly times., 1895-12-05

until it comes to the resurrection of
damnation. ''As the partridge sisteth
on eggs and hatcheth them not, so
he that getteth riches and not by
right shall leave them in the midst
of bis days, and at his end shall be
fool
Now, what are the safeguards of
young men? The first safeguard of
which l want to speak is the love of
home. There are those who have
no idea of the pleasures that con
centrate around that word home" :"
Perhaps your early abode was shad
owed with vice or poverty. Harsh
words, and petulance, and scowling
may have destroyed all the sanctity
of that spot. Love. kindness and
self sacrifice, which have built their
altars in so many abodes, were stran-
gers in your fathers house. God
pity you, young man; yon never had
q home. But a multitude in this
audience can look back to a spot
that they can never forget. 1t may
have been lowly roof, but you can
not think of it now without dash
of emotion. You have seen nothing
on earth that so stirred your soul.
A stranger passing along that place
might see nothing remarkable about
it; but, oh! how much it means to
you. Fresco on palace wall does
not mean SO much to you as those
rough-hewn rafters. Parks and
bowers and trees on fashionable
watering place or country seat do
not mean SO much to you as that
brook that ran in front of the plain
farm house, and swinging under the
weeping willows. The barred gate
way swung open by porter in full
dress, does not mean as much to
you as that swing gate, your sister
on one side of it, and you on the
other; she gone fifteen years into
glory. That scene coming back to
you to-day, as you swept backward
and forward on the gate, singing
the songs of your childhood.
| But there are those here who have
their second dwelling place. 1t is
your adopted home. That also is
sacred forever. There you estab
lish the first family altar. There
your children were born. In that
room tapped the wings of the death
angel. Under that roof, when your
work is done, you expect to lie down
and die. There is only one word in
all the language that can convey
your idea of that place, and that
word is ''home." Now let me say
never knew man who was faithful
10 his early and adopted home who
was given over at the same time to
any gross form of wickedness. If
you find more enjoyment in the club
room, in the literary society, in the
art salon, than you do in these un
pretending home pleasures, you are
on the road to ruin. Though you
may be cut off from your early as
sociates, and though you may be
separated from all your kindred,
young man, is there not a room
somewhere that you can call your
own? Though it be the fourth
story of third class boarding house
into that room gather books. pic,
lures, and harp. Hang your moth
ers picture over the mantle. Bid
unholy mirth stand back from that
threshold. Consecrate some spot
in that room with the knee of prayer.
By the memory of other days, a
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 by their
wits instead Of by honest toll. There
is 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
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