The united opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1881-1970, 1898-01-28

and destroyed soul at the last. Young
men, buy no lottery tickets purchase
no prize packages, bet on no baseball
games or yacht racing, have no faith in
luck, answer no mysterious circulars
proposing great income for small invest
ment Drive away the buzzards that
hover around our hotels trying to entrap
strangers Go out and make an honest
living. Have God on your side and be
candidate for heaven. Remember all the
paths of sin are banked with flowers at
the start, and there are plenty of help
full hands to fetch the gay charger to
your door and hold the stirrup while
you mount. But farther on the horse
plunges to the bit in slough inextrica-
BILE.
The Truth of God.
The best honey is not like that which
Jonathan took on the end of the rod and
brought to his lips, but that which God
puts on the banqueting table of mercy,
at which we are all invited to sit.
was reading of boy among the noun
tains of Switzerland ascending dan
gerous place with his father and the
guides. The boy stopped on the edge of
the cliff and said, "There is flower l
mean to get" Come away from
there, " said the father. "You will fall
off. - "No," said he. 81 must get that
beautiful flower" And the guides
rushed toward him to pull him back,
when just as they heard him say, 81
almost have it," he fell 1000 feet.
Birds of prey were seen few days after
circling through the air and lowering
gradually to the place where the corpse
lay. Why seek flowers off the edge of
the precipice when you can walk knee
deep amid the full blooms of the very
paradise of God? When man may sit
at the kings banquet, why will he go
down the steps and contend for the ref
use and bones of hounds kennel?
"Sweeter than honey and the honey
comb " says David, is the truth of God.
with honey out Of the rock would |
have satisfied thee says God to the
recreant. Here is honey gathered from
the blossoms of trees of life, and with a
rod made out of the wood of the cross
L ulp IL up LUZ ali yOuI oOulS'
The poet Hesiod tells of an ambrosia
and nectar the drinking of which
would make men live forever, and one
sip of the honey from the Eternal Rock
will give you eternal life with God.
Come off the malarial levels of sinful
life. Come and live on the uplands of
grace, where the vineyards sun them
selves. "Oh, taste and see that the
Lord is gracious!" Be happy now and
happy forever For those who take a
different course the honey will turn to
gall. For many things l have admired
Percy Shelley, the great English poet,
but I deplore the fact that it seemed
great sweetness to him to dishonor God.
The poem Queen Nab" has in it the
maligning of the Deity. Shelley was
impious enough to ask for Rowland
Hills Surrey chapel that he might de-
nounce the Christian religion. He was
in great glee against God and the truth.
But he visited Italy, and one day on the
Mediterranean with two friends in a
boat which was "a feet long he was
coming toward shore when an hours
squall struck the water. A gentleman
standing ON shore through a glass saw
many boats tossed in this squall, but
all outrode the storm except one, in
which Shelley and his two friends were
sailing. That never came ashore, but
the bodies of two of the occupants were
washed up on the beach, one of them
the poet A funeral pyre was built on
the seashore by some classic friends,
and the two bodies were consumed.
Poor Shelley He would have no God
while he lived, and 1 fear had no God
when he died. 1.-The Lord knoweth the
way of the righteous, but the way of
the ungodly shall perish" Beware of
the forbidden honeyl