Milford chronicle. [volume] (Milford, Del.) 1878-1974, 1895-04-26

the Fifteenth regiment of South Carolina
volunteers. And so now across TIL,
great field Of moral and spiritual battle
the angels Of God como walking among
the slain, and there are voices Of comfort,
and voices Of hope, and voices Of resurrec-
ton, and voices Of heaven.
A Dilemma.
One night saw tragedy on the corner
Of Broadway and Houston street. A young
man. evidently doubling as towhich direc-
ton he had better take his hat lifted high
enough so that you could see he had an
intelligent forehead, stout chest; he had
a robust Development Splendid young
man. Cultured young man. Hono7cl
young man. Why did he 81 p there while
so many were going up and down? Tic
fact is that every man has a good angel
and bad angel contending for the mas
terry of his spirit, and there was good ar
gel and bad angel struggling with Tint
young mans soul at the corner Of Broad
way and Houston street.
Come with me, said the good angel.
81 viii take you home. I will spread my
wings over your pillow. will lovingly
escort you all through life under supernat-
ural protection. Will bless every cup you
drink out Of, every couch you rest on, ev-
cry doorway you enter viii consecrate
your tears when you weep, your sweat
when you toll, and at the last / will hand
over your grave into the hand Of the bright
angel of a Christian resurrection In an
swer to your fathers petition and your
mothers prayer I have been sent of the
Lord out of heaven 10 be your guardian
spirit. Come with me. said the good
angel in voice Of unearthy symphony. 1t
was music like that which drops from a
lutte of heaven when a seFaph hreathe5 on
it. "NO, no, said the bad angel Come
with me. have something better to Offer
The wines I pour are from chalices Of be-
witching carousal. The dance 1 lead is
over floor tessellated with unrestrained in
dulgences There is no Sod TO frOwn on
the temples of sin where l worship. The
skies are Italian. The paths / tread art
through meadows, daisied and primrosed.
Come with me" The young man hest
tated at a 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.
Erect Of the Choice.
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 slam I
med shut it came to with jar that indi- /
Gated that it would never open. Passed /
each portal, there was a grinding Of locks /
and a showing of bolts and the scenery
on either side Of the road changed from
gardens to deserts, and the June air be- (
came a cutting December blast and the
bright wings Of the bad angel turned to
and the eyes Of light became
hollow with hopeless grief, and the foun-
aims that at the start had tossed with
vine poured forth bubbling tears and
banning blood, and on the RIGHT side Of
he road there was n serpent, and the man
aid to the bad angel, "What is that ser
lentY" and the answer was, ''That is the
erpent of singing remOrse." On the left
ide the road there was lion, and the
nan asked the bad angel, "What is thai
ion?" and the answer was, "That is the
ion Of all devouring despair" A vulture
lew through the sky, and the man asked
Alo Ddu angel W Lldb Is Nlldb NllLuEtf !
md the answer was, THAT is the vulture
Waiting for the carcasses of the slain. -
And then the man began to try to pull of
i'm the folds Of something that had
wound him round and round, and he said
0 the bad angel, "What is it that twists
ne in this awful cOnvolution?" and the
nswer was, THAT is the worm that new
r dies. " And then the man said to the ,
'ad angel: "What does all this mean? !
rusted in what you said at the corner OF ,
Broadway and Houston street trusted !
all, and why have you thus deceived ]
leY Then the last deception fell off the I
harmer, and it said: 81 was sent forth
rom the pit to destroy your soul. watch I
my chance for many long year. When I
on hesitated that night on Broadway, I I
aimed my triumph. Now you are here. Z
La, hal You are here. Come, now, let t
s fill these two chalices Of fire and drink q
)gether to darkness and woe and death {
Laill Hall" Oh, young man, will the q
God angel sent forth by Christ or the bad
ngel sent forth by sin get the victory over 1
our soul? Their wings are interlocked 1
lis moment above you, contending for i
our destiny, as above the Apennines d
lgle and condor fight mid-slzy This hour t
lay decide your destiny @