The Penn's Grove record., 1897-06-18

young man, in thy youth. and let thy hear
cheer thee In the days of thy youth, but
know thee that for all these things God
will bring thee into Judgment" Sweet al
the start, horrible at the last. Go into that
hall Of teveiry, where ungodly mirth stag
gers and blasphemes. Listen to the sense.
less gabble. See the last trace Of intelli.
gence dashed out from faces made In Gods
own image. ,"Aha, ahai" says the royster.
ing inebriate. ''This is joy fol-. you. FIJI
high your cups, my boys. drink to my
wife's misery and my children's rags and
my Gods Defiance" And he knows not
that d fiend stirs the goblet In his hand and
that adders uncoil from the dreps and
thrust their forked tongues kissing through
the froth on the rim. The Phllistines
jeered and laughed and shouted at Sam
son. Oh, they wanted him to make sport
for them. How bright and gay was me
scene for d little While. After awhile the
giant puts one hand against this pillar and
the other hand against that pillar and bows
himself, and 5000 merrymakers are mashed
like grapes in a wine press. Sin rapturous
at the start, awful at the last.
That one Edenie transgressioD did not
seem to be much, but Ii struck a blow
which to this day makes the earth stagger.
To find out the consequences OF that one
sin you would have to compel the world to
throw open all its prison doors and display
the crime, and throw open all its hospitals
and display the disease. and throw open all
the insane nsylums and show the wretch
edness, and open all the sepulchers and
show the dead, and open all the doors OF
the lost world and show the damned. That
one Edenie trans9ression stretched chords
OF misery across the heart Of the world and
struck them with dolorous wailing, and 1t
has seated the plaques upon the air and the
shipwreeSs upon the tempest and fastened,
like d leech, famine to the heart OF the sick
and dying nations. Beautiful at the start,
horrible at the last. Oh, how many have
experienced I'll
Arc there hero those who are votarias OF
pleasure2 Let mo warn you, my brother,
your pleasure boat Is far from shore, and
your summer day Is ending roughly,
for the winds and the waves are loud
voiced, and tho overcoming clouds nre all
awtlthe and agleam with terror. You are
past the NarrUYs md almost outside the
Hook. and II the Atlantic take thee, frail
mortal, thou shalt never get to shore
again. Put back; row swiftly, swifter,
swifteri Jesus from the shore casteth a
rope. Clasp 1t quickly, now or never. Oh,
are there not some of you who are freight
ing all your loves and Joys and hopes upon
q vessel which shall never reach the port
Of heaven2 Thou nearest the breakers, n
heave upon the rocks. oh, what an awful
crash was that! Another lunge may crush
thCc ptItdEth me ottAS W SLIM tJ DOAS'
to powder amid the torn timbers. Over
board for your life, overheard Trust not
that loose plank nor attempt the wave, but
quickly clasp the feet of Jesus walking on
the watery pavement, shouting until he
hear thee, Lord, save me or l perishl."
Sin beautiful at the start-oh, how sad,
how distressful, at the lastl The ground
over which 1t leads you Is hollow, The
fruit 1t offers to YOUR taste Is poison. The
promise 1t makes to you Is d lie. Over that
ungodly banquet the keen sword Of Gods
Judgment hangs, and there are ominous
on the walls.
Observe also in this subject how repellipg
sin Is when appended to great attractive
ness. Since Ewes death there has been no
such perfection of womanhood. You could
not Suggest an attractiveness to tile body
or suggest any refinement to the manner.
You could add no gracefulness to the gait,
no luster to the eye, no sweetness to the
A perfect God made her a perfect
woman, to be the companion of a perfect
nan in a perfect home, and her entire ma
.ure vibrnted in accord with the beauty and
OF paradise. But she rebelled against
1od's government, and with the same hand
With which she plucked the fruit she
aunched upon the world the crimes, the
vars, the tumults hat ave set the universe
waiting.
A terrible offset to all her attractiveness.
We are not surprised when we find men
nd women naturally vulgar going into
ransgresslon. We expect That people who
i've in the ditch shall have the manners OF
ditch, but how shocking when we find
In appended to superior education and to
refnements of social life. The accom-
lishments of Mary Queen of Scots make
patronage OF Darnley, the profiigate,
more appalling. The genius OF Gather
ne H.. Of Russia only sets forth In more
contrast her unappeasable ambi-
ion. The translations from the Greek and
qualifications for q queen, make the more
disgusting her caprlciousness OF affection
md her holiness Of temper. The greatness
4 Byron's mind makes the more alarming
3yron's sensuality.
Let no one think that refinement OF man
Ter or exquisiteness Of taste or superiority
u education can in any wise apologize for
IL temper, for an oppressive spirit, for I'm
sindness, for any kind of sin. Disobedi-
,nce Godward and transgression manward
ian give no excuse. Accomplishment
high is no apology for vice hell deep.
NV subject also lmpresses me with the
regal influence Of woman. When l see Eve
this powerful influence over Adam
ind over the generations that have fol-
it suggests to me the great power all
women have for good or for evil. / have
no sympathy, nor have you, with the hoi-
low batteries showered upon women from
the platform and the stage. They mean
nothing; they are accepted as nothing.
Woman's nobility consists in the exercise
OF a Christian influence, and when l see
this powerful influence of Eve upon her
husband and upon the whole human race l
make up my mind that the frail arm OF
woman can strike IA blow which will resound
through all eternity, down among h dun
geons or up among the thrones.
: OF course I am not speaking of represent
tative women-of Eve, who ruined the race
by one fruit picking; OF Jael, who drove a
spike through the head OF Sisera, the war
rior; OF Esther, who overcame royalty; OF
Abigail, who stopped a host by her W
beautiful of Mary, who nursed
the worlds Saviour; OF GRANDMOTHER LOIS,
immortalized in her grandson Timothy; OF
Charlotte Corday, who drove the dagger
through the heart Of the assassin OF her
lover. or Of Marie Antoinette, who by one
look from the balcony OF her castle quleted
a mob, her own scaffold the throne OF for
eiyeness and womanly courage. ! speak
not Of these extraordinary persons, but OF
those who, unambitious for political
power, as wives and mothers and sisters and
daughters, attend to the thousand sweet
Offices of home.
forces that decided the destiny Of nations,
II will be found that the mightiest and
grandest influence came from home, where
the wife cheered up dependency and IA
tigue and sorrow by her own sympathy,
and the mother trained her child for hea-
ven, starting the little feet on he path to
the celestial city, and the sisters by their
g~entleness refined the manners of the
brother, and the daughters were dihgent In
their kindness to the aged, throwing
wreaths of blessing on the road that led
father and mother down the steepof years
God bless our homes. And may the home
on earth be the vestibule OF our home
in heaven, in which place We may al
meet-father, mother, son, daughter
brother, sister, grandfather and grand
mother and ~grandchild, and the entire
group of precious ones, of whom we musl
say, in the words of transporting Charles
Wesley:
One family, We dwell in Him;
One church above, beneath.
Though now divided by the stream-
The narrow stream of death
One army OF the living God,
To His command we bow.
Part OF the host have crossed the Hood
And part are crossing now.
cHoKEp BY HIS WHEEL.