Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1901-05-20

| ago. but 90 WISH you would take
these strings away. They annoy me
so l can hardly talk. Won't you take
! them away?' [ knelt down and pray
! ed, conscious of the fact that he did not
realize what [ was saying. 1 got up.
! said: "Goodby! hope you will be bet
ter SOON" He said, "Goodby, Goodbye
That night his soul went up to the
God who gave it. Arrangements were
made for the obseQuies. Some said:
Don't bring him in the church. He
was too dissoIute.' "Oh," 1 said,
"bring him. He was a good friend Of
mine while he was alive, and 1 shall
stand by him now that he is dead.
Bring him to the church,
AS 1 sat in the pulpit and saw his
body coming up through the aisle 1 fSlt
as if L could weep tears of blood. 1
told the people that day: ''This man
had his virtues and a good many Of
them. He had his faults and a good
many of them. But if there is any
man in this audience who is without
sin let him cast the first stone at this
coffin lid" On one side the pulpit sat
that little child, rosy, sweet faced, as
beautiful as any little child that sat
at your table this morning, 1 warrant
you. She looked up wistfully, not
knowing the full sorrows of an orphan
child
Oh, her countenance hauntS me today
like some sweet face looking upon us
through horrid dream! On the other
side of the pulpit were the men who
had destroyed him. There they sat,
hard visaged, some of them pale from
eXhausting disease, some Of them flush
ed until it seemed as if the fires of in
EQUITY famed through the cheek and
cracked the lips. They were the men
who had done the work. They were the
men who had bound him hand and
foot. They had kindled the fires. They
had poured the NORWOOD and gall
into that orphans cup. Did they weep?
No. Did they sigh repentingly? No.
Did they say, ''What pity that such a
brave man should be slain?" No, no.
Not one blOated hand was lifted to
wipe tear from q bloated cheek. They
sat and looked at the coffin like vul-
lures gazing at the carcass of a lamb
whose heart they had ripped out!
cried in their ears as plainly as 1 could,
"There is a God and a judgment day.
Did they tremble? Oh, no, no. They
went back from the house Of God, and
that night, though their victim lay in
lakewood cemetery, l was told that
they blasphemed, and they drank, and
they gambled, and there was not one
less customer in all the houses of in
EQUITY. This destroyed man was
Samson in physical strength, but De
Ia IN ch nd
of evil companionship dug his eyes out
and threw him into the prison of evil
habits. But in the hour Of his death
he rose up and took hold Of the two
pillared curses of God against drunken
ness and uncleanness and threw him
self forward until down upon him and
his companions there came the thun-
ders of an eternal catastrophe.
Cultivate Domestic Joys.
Again, any amusement that gives
you 4 distaste for domestic life is bad.
How many bright domestic circles
have been broken up by sinful amuse-
ments! The father went off, the moth
er went off, the child went off. There
are today the fragments before me of
blasted households. Oh. if you have
wandered away, | would like to charm
you back to the sound Of that one
word home" DO You not know that
you have but little more time to give
to domestic welfare? Do you not see,
father that your children are soon to
go out into the world, and all the in
fuence for good you are to have over
them you must have now? Death will
break in on your cOngenial relations,
and alas if you have to stand over the
grave of one who persisted from your
neglect!
1 saw a hayward husband standing
at the deathbed of his Christian wife,
and l saw her point to a ring on her
finger and heard her say to her hus-
band, do you see that ring?" He re-
piled, Eyes, l see it. WELL" said she,
"do you remember who put it there?"
EYES," said he, Il put it there" And
all the past seemed to rush upon him.
By the memory of that day when, in
the presence of men and angels, you
promised to be faithful in joy and sor-
row and in sickness and in health;
by the memory of those pleasant hours
when you sat together in your new
home talking of a bright future; by the
cradle and the joyful hour when one
life was spared and another given; by
that sickbed, when the little one lifted
up the hands and called for help, and
you knew he must die, and he put one
arm around each of your necks and
brought you very near together in that
dying kiss; by the little grave in the
cemetery that you never think of with
ont a rush of tears. nv the family Ri /
BILE, where, amid stories of heavenly
love, is the brief but expressive record
of births and deaths; by the neglects