The Hazel Green herald. [volume] (Hazel Green, Wolfe County, Ky.) 1885-19??, 1896-01-09


going to picture Satan I would repre-
sent him as human being. with man
ners. polished TO the last perfection,
hair falling in graceful ringlets, eve
little bloodshot, but floating in bewitch-
ing languor, hand soft and diamonded,
foot shaped. voice mellow
as q flute, breath perfumed as though
nothing had ever touched the lips but
balm of a thousand flowers. converse.
tion facilc, carefully toned and
Frenchy, But would have the heart
incased with the scales of monster
and have IL stuffed with all pride and
boastliness Of desire and hypocrisy and
death, and then j would have ittouehed
with the rod of disenchantment until
the eyes became the cold orba Of the
adder, and to the lip should come the
foam of raging intoxication, and to
the foot the spring Of the panther, and
to the soft hand the change that
would make II the clammy hand of the
wa sted skeleton, and then would sud-
denly have the heart break out in un-
quenchable flames, and the affected
lisp Of the tongue become the hiss Of
the worm that never dies But until
disenchanted. ringleted and dia-
monded, and fute voiced, and con-
versation facile, carefully toned and
! Frenchy. t" ..r.>,
Oh, what n beautiful thing IL is to
see a young man standing up amid
these temptations of city life ineor-
rupt, while hundreds are falling. !
will tell your history. You will move
in respectable circles all your days,
and some day friend of your father
will meet you and say: Good morn.
ing, am glad to see you. You look to
| be prospecting: you look like your
father for all the world; thought YOU
would turn out we'll when l used to
hold you on my knee; II you ever
want any help or advice, come TO
me; as long as | remem Der your father
| I'll remember you. Good morning."
| That will be the history of hundreds of
these young men. How do know itq
] know it by the way you start. But
here's young man who takes the OPP
posite route; voices of sin charm him
away. He reads bad books, mingles in
bad society. The glow has gone from
his cheek and the sparkle from his
eye, and the purity from his soul.
Down he goes, little by little. The
people who saw him when he came to
town while yet lowered over his head
the blessing Of pure mothers prayer
and there was on his lips the dew of a
pure sisters kiss. now as they
see him pass cry: What an aw-
full wreck" Cheek bruised in
grogshop fight Eye bleared with
dissipation. Lip swollen with indul-
gennces Be careful what you say 10
him, for a tfifie he would take your
life. Lower down, lower down, until,
outcast of God and man, he lies in the
asylum, a blotch of loathsomeness and
pain, One moment he calls for God
and then he calls for rum He prays,
he curses, he laughs as a fend laughs,
then bites his nails into the quick,
then puts his hands through the hair
hanging around his head like the mane
of a wild beast, then shivers until the
cot shakes, with unutterable terror,
then with his fists fights back the dew
lis, or clutches for serpents that seem
to wind around him their awful folds,
then asks for water, which is instantly
consumed on his cracked lips Some
morning the surgeon going his rounds
will find him dead. '.. w..
Do not try to comb or brush back
the matted locks. Straighten out tho
linn s, wrap him in a sheet, put him in .
box, and let two men carry him down
to the wagon at the door. With piece
of chalk write on top of the box the
name of the destroyer and the de.
stroyed. Who is it? 1t is you, on,
man, il, yielding to the temptations OF
dissipated life, you go out and per-
ish. There is way that seemeth
bright and fair and beautiful to o man,
but the end thereof is death. Employ
these long nights of December, Janu-
airy and February ia high pursuits, in
intelligent socinlities, In innocent
amusements, in Christian work. Do not
waste this winter. for soon you will
have seen your last snow shower, and
have gone up into the companionship Of
Him whose raiment Is white as snow
whittier than any fuller on earth
could whiten it, For all Christian
n hearts the winter nights of earth will
II end in the June morning Of Heaven.
The river of life from under the throne
never freezes over The foliage OF
llife's fair tree is never frost-bitten.
II The festivities. the hilarities. the fam.
lily greeting of earthly Christmas timea
will give way TO larger reunion and
brighter lights, and sweeter gnrlands,
and mightier JOY in the great holiday
b of Heaven.
DecolIetto Dresses aud the Pope.
The etiquette of the papal court for
bids the wearing Of decollette dresses