The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1898-02-03

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| of God whose BIZ
ography, written by Huber and Swan
| merdam, is an enchantment for any
ioVer OF nature. Virgil celebrated the
oee IN his fable of Aristaeus; and
Moses, and Samuel, and David, and
solomon, and jeremiah, and Ezekiel,
anu st. John used the delicacies Of
1 zee manufacture as a Bible symbol
a miracle OF formation is the bee: five
eyes, TWO tongues, the outer having a
snedtn OF protection, hairs on all sides
VI us Tiny body to brush up the par
tlcies or flowers, it's flight so straight
mat all the world knows of the bee
HHe. Ihe honey-comb is palace
sucn as no one but God could plan
ana the honey-bee construct; it's cells,
So"et1mes dormitory and sometimes
d storehouse, and sometimes a ceme-
eery. These winged toilers first make
e1ght strips of wax, and by their an
1ennae, which are to them hammer,
ana chlsel, and square, and plumb
| nue. Iashlon them for use. Two and
TWO these workers shape the wall. If
an accident happens, they put up but
| CICSSGS or Qvfro hoo a
damage. When about the year 1776
an insect before unknown, in the
night time attacked the bee-hives all
over Europe, and the men who owned
them were in vain trying to plan some
thing to keep out the invader that was
the terTor of the bee-hives of the con-
tlnent, it was found that everywhere
the bees arranged for their own
protection, and built before the honey
combs an especial wall of wax with
portfolios through which the bees
might go to and fro, but not large
enough to admit the winged combat
ant, called the Sphinx Atropos.
Corrupt literature, fascinating but
beautiful, comes in this category.
Where one good, honest, healthful
book is read now, there is a hundred
made up of rhetorical trash consumed
with avidity. When the boys on the
cars come through with a pile of pub
LEGATIONS, look over the titles and no.
tlce that nine out of ten of the books
are injurious. All the way from here to
Chicago or New Orleans notice that
Objectionable books dominate. Taste
for pure literature is poisoned by this
scum of the publishing house. Every
book in which sin triumphs over vir-
tue, or in which glamour is thrown
over dissipation, or which leaves you
at its last line with less respect for
the marriage institution and less
| adherence for the paramour, is de-
preston of your own moral character.
The bookbindery may be attractive,
| and the plot dramatic and startling,
and the style of writing sweet as the
| honey that Jonathan took up with his
| rod, but your best interests forbid it.
your moral safety forbids, it, your
| God forbids it, and one taste of it may
| lead to such bad results that you may
| have to say at the close of the expert
| ment, or at the close of a misimproved
lifetime: II did but taste little honey
| with the rod that was in my hand,
and, TO- must die
One would suppose that men would
take warning from some of the omi-
nous names given to the intoxicants,
| and stand off from the devastating in
huence. You have noticed, for in
stance, that some of the restaurants
are called 'The Shades" typical of the
fact that it puts mans reputation in
| the shade, and his morals in the shade,
and his prosperity in the shade. and
his wife and children in the shade,
and his immortal destiny in the shade.
Now, find on some of the liquor signs
| in all our cities the words "Old Crow"
nightly suggestive of the carcass and
the filthy raven that swoops upon it.
"Old Crow!" Men and women without
numbers slain of rum, but unburied.
and this evil is pecking at their
glazed eyes, and pecking at their
bloated cheek, and pecking at their
| destroyed manhood and womanhood.
| thrusting beak and claw into the NOR
| tai remains of what was once glorious
~ alive, but now morally dead. "Old
Crown But alas! how many take NO
| warning! They make me think of
Caesar on his way to assassination
fearing nothing; though his statue in
the hall crashed into fragments at his
feet, and a scroll containing the names
of the conspirators was thrust into his
hands, yet walking right on to meet
| the dagger that was to take his life.
This infatuation of strong drink is so
might in many man that, though
| his fortunes are crashing, and
his health is crashing and his do
| nestle interests are crashing, and we
| hand him long scroll containing the
names Of peri1s that await him, he
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