The united opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1881-1970, 1898-02-25

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YOU to dol There is no half way ground
for our literary people between teetotal-
ism and dissipation Your professional
success, your domestic peace your eter-
nal salvation, will depend upon your
theories in regard to artificial stimulus.
| have had so many friends go down I'M
der the temptation, their brilliancy
quenched, their homes blasted, that l
cry out this morning in the words or
another, "Look not upon the wine when
it is red, when it giveth its color i'll the
cup, when it moveth itself Alright, for
at the last it biteth like a serpent and
it stingeth like an adder.
Who breaches to Reporters?
Another trial of this profession is the
fact no one seems to care for their souls.
They feel bitterly about it, though they
laugh. People sometimes laugh the loud
est when they feel the worst. They are
expected to gather up religious proceed
ings and to discuss religious doctrines
in the editorial columns, but who ex-
poets them to be saved by the sermons
they stenograph or by the doctrines they
discuss in the editorial columns? The
world looks upon them as professional.
Who breaches to reporters and editors!
Some of them came from religious
homes, and when they left the parental
roof, whoever regarded Or disregarded,
! they came off with a fathers benedic
ton and mothers prayer. They never
think of those good old times but tears
come into their eyes, and they move
through these great cities homeslck
Oh, if they only knew what helpful
thing it is for man to put his weary
head down on the bosom Of sympa-
thetic Christ He knows how nervous
and tired you are. He has heart large
enough to take in all your interests for
| this world and the next. Oh, men OF the
newspaper press, you sometimes get SICK
of this world it seems so hollow and
unsatisfying If there are any people in
all the earth that need God you are the
men, and you shall have him, ii only
this day you implore his mercy!
A man was found at the foot of Canal
street, New York. AS they picked him
up from the water and brought him to
the morgue they saw by the contour of
his forehead that he had great mental
capacity. He had entered the newspaper
profession. He had gone down in health.
He took to artificial stimulus. He went
down further and further, until one
summer day, hot and hungry and sick
and in despair, he flung himself off the
dock They found in his pocket re-
porter pad, lead pencil, a photograph
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ago. Death, as sometimes it will,
smoothed out all the wrinkles that had
gathered prematurely on his brow, and
as he lay there his face was as fair as
when seven years before he left his
country home and they babe him good
by forever. The world looked through
the window of the morgue and said,
"It's nothing but an outcast but God
said it was gigantic soul that persisted
because the world gave him no chance.
Let me ask all men connected with
the printing press that they help us
more and more in the effort to make the
world better. charge you in the name
of God, before whom you must account
for the tremendous influence you hold in
this country, to con secrate yourselves to
higher endeavors. You are the men to
| fight back this invasion of corrupt liter
ature Lift up your right hand and
swear new allegiance to the cause of
philanthropy and religion. And when
at last, standing on the plains T judg-
ment, you look out upon the unnum-
bered throngs over whom you have had
influence, may it be found that you
were among the mightiest energies that
| lifted men upon the exalted pathway
that leads to the renown of heaven.
Better than to have sat, in editorial
chair, from which, with the finger OF
! type, you decided the destinies of en-
pires, but decided them wrong, that you
had been some dunReoned exile who.
by the light III window iron grated, on
scraps of New Testament leaf, picked
up from the earth, spelled out the story
of him who taketh away the sins of the
world. In eternity Dives is the beggar.
Well, my friends, we will all soon get
through writing and printing and proof
rea fling and publishing. What then?
Our life is book. Our years are the
chapters. Our months are the para.
graphs. Our days are the sentences.
.
Our doubts are the Interrogation points,
our imitation of others the quotation
marks, our attempts at display dash,
death the period, eternity the perora-
ton. o God, where will we spend it?
Have you heard the news, more star
thing than any found in the journals of
| the last six weeks? 1t is the tidings that
man is lost Have you heard the news,
the gladdest that was ever announced,
coming this day from the throne of
God, lightning couriers leaping from
the palace gate? The news-the glorious
news-that there is pardon for all guilt
and comfort for all troubled Set it up
in double loaded columns and direct it
| to the whole race.
Acknowledge .nents to the Secular Press.
And now before close this sermon,
/ thankfully commemorative of the 1.-TWO
Thousandth" publication, wish more
fully to acknowledge the services rem
dered by the secular press in the matter
of evangeliza lion. All the secular news
papers of the day-for l am not speak
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