The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1900-03-07

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rious "Reminiscences lying on his death pill
low, the mere pleasurist has nothing by,
way Of review but torn playful, a
ticket for the race, an empty tankard or
the cast-out rinds of a earousal. And
as in delirium of his awful death he
clutches the goblet and presses it to his
lips, the dregs falling on his tongue will
begin to uncoil and hiss with the adders
of an eternal poison.
Again, beware of Sabbath breakers.
Tell me how young man spends his
Sabbath, and l will tell you what are his
prospects in business, and | will tell you
what are his prospects for the eternal
world. God has thrust into our busy lie
a sacred day when we are to look after
our souls. Is it exorbitant after giving
six days to the feeding and the clothing
of these perishable bodies that COO
should demand one day for the feeding
and the clothing of the immortal soul!
Our bodies are seven day clocks, and they
need to be wound up, and if they are not
wound up they run down into the grave.
No man can continuously break the Sab
bath and keep his physical and mental
health. Ask those aged men, and they
will tell you they never knew men who
continuously broke the Sabbath who dld
not fail either in mind body or moral
principle. A manufacturer gave this as
his experience. He said: Il owned a fac
tory on the Lehigh. Everything prosper
ed. | kept the Sabbath, and everything
went on well. But one Sabbath morning
l bethOught myself of a new shuttle, ana
| thought | would invent that shuttle De
fore sunset, and [ refused all food and
drink until | had completed that shuttle.
By shutdown | had completed it. The
next day, Monday, | showed to my
workmen and friends this new shuttle.
They all congratulated me on my great
success. | put that shuttle into play. |
enlarged my business; but, sir, that Sun
days work cost me $4,000 From that
day everything went wrong | failed in
business, and 1 lost my MILL" Oh, my
friends, keep the Lords day. You may
think it old fogy advice, but / give it to
you now: Remember the Sabbath day,
to keep it holy. Six days shalt thou la
Dor and do all thy work, but the seventh
is the Sabbath Of the Lord thy God; in
it thou shalt not do any work" A man
said that he would prove that all this
was fallacy, and so he said, Il shall
raise. Sunday CROP" And he plowed
the field on the Sabbath, and then he put
in the seed on the Sabbath and cultivated
the ground on the Sabbath. When the
harvest was ripe, he reaped it on the
Sabbath, and he carried it into the NOW
on the Sabbath, and then he stood out
defiant to his Christian neighbors and
said, There, that is my Sunday crop,
and it is all garnered." After awhile
storm came up and great darkness, and
the lightnings of heaven struck the barn,
and away went his Sunday crop. Beware,
young man,. of all Sabbath breakers.
{ Warning Against Dissipation.
Again, charge you, beware of associa-
ton with the dissipated. Go with them
and you will in time adopt their habits.
Who is that man fallen against the curb
stone, covered with bruises and beastll-
ness! He was as bright faced lad as
ever looked UP from your nursery. his
mother rocked him, prayed for him,
fondled him, would not let the night air
touch his cheek and held him up and
looked down into his loving eyes and
wondered for what high position he was
being fitted. He entered life with bright
hopes The world beckoned him, friends
cheered him, but the archers shot at him;
vile men set traps for him, bad habits
hooked fast to him with their iron Crap
pies; his feet slipped on the way, and
there he lies Who would think that that
uncombed hair was once toyed with by a
fathers fingers? Who would think that
those bloated cheeks were ever kissed by
a mothers lips? Would you guess that
that thick tongue once made a household
glad with its innocent prattle! Utter no
harsh words in his ear. Help him up.
Put the hat over that once manly brow.
Brush the dust from that coat that once
covered a generous heart. Show him the
way to the home that once rejoiced at the
sound of his footsteps, and with gentle
words tell his children to stand back as
you help him through the hall.
That was kind husband once and an
indulgent father. He will kneel with
them no more as once he did at family
prayers-the little ones with clasped
hands looking up into the heavens with
thanksgiving for their happy home. But
now at midnight he will drive them from
their pillows and curse them down the
steps, and howl after them as, unclad,
they fly down the street in night gar
ments. under the calm starlight. Who
slew that man? Who blasted that home?
Who plunged those children into worse
than orphanage the hands are blue
with cold, and the cheeks are banched
with fear, and the brow is SCARED with
bruises, and the eyes are hollow with
grief? Who made that life wreck and
filed eternity with the uproar of doom
ed spirit?
Oh, if I had some art by which | could
break the charm Of the tempter's bowl
and with mailed hand lift out the long
serpent of eternal despair and shake out
it's coils and cast it down and crush it to
death.
Shake off the Sabbath breaker. Oh.
turn your back upon these men. Shake
off the skeptic. Shake off the idler.
Shake off the pleasurist. You may do
this work Of election in politeness, but
you may do it firmly. You are not un,
der any circumstances to lose all the re-
membrance Of the fact that you are a
gentleman and must always act the gen
tleman. A young man said to a Chris
tan Quaker, sold chap, how did YOU get