The Montgomery advertiser., 1901-11-17
R SALE BY ALL GOOD DRUGGISTS

from the neighborhood. Cry. as lJu@s forgiveness as you may over the m3u = In the churchyard, they cannot answer. Dead! Dead, And then you will take out tn ewlfite ldck of hair that was cut from mothers brow just before they buried her. and you will take the cane with which your father used to walk. and you will think and think and wish that you! had done just as they wanted you and would give the world If you had never hhrust a pang through their dear old hearts. =
 The Door of Mercy.
 God pity the young man who has brought disgrace on his fathers name! God pity the young man who has broken his mothers hearti Better that he had never been born. Better if in the first hour of his life, instead of being laid against the warm bosom of maternal ten derness. he had been coffined and sepul. chered, There is no balm powerful enough to heal the heart of one who has brought parents to sorrowful grave and who wanders about through the dismal the hands and crying! Mother Mother!s Oh, that today, by all the memories of the past and by all the hopes of the fu, ture. you would yield your heart to God! May your fathers God and your mothers God be your God forever.
 This hour the door of mercy swings wide open. Hesitate not moment. In many a case hesitation Is the loss of all. At the COTnT or Il SITeel I SAW A ITaRtQy. A young man evidently doubted as 10 which direction he should better take. His hat was lifted high enough so you could see he had an intelligent forehead. He had stout chest and robust develop, ment. Splendid young manl Cultured young man. Honored young man! Why did he stop there while so many were going up and down? The fact Is that ev- cry young man has good angel and bad angel contending for the mastery of his spirit and there were good angel and a bad angel struggling with that young mans soul at the corner of the street. Come along with me. said the good an. gel; q will take you home. will spread my wings over your pillow. l will loving ly escort you all through life under su- pernatursl protection. l will bless every cup you drink out of. every couch you rest on, every doorway you epter. ] VIII consecrate yoIir tears when you weep, your sweat when you toll, and at the last will hand over your grave into the hand of the bright angel of a Christian res urrection. 1 have beensssent of the Lord to be your guardian spirit. Come with me-" said the good angel in voice of unearthly symphony. It was music like that which drops from lute of heaven when a seraph breathes on it.
 ''Oh. no" said the bad angel; 'come with me l have something better to offer; The wines I pour are rom chalices or bewitching carOusal. The dance ieau IS over floors tessellat ted with unrestrained induIeence There is no God to frown on the temples of sin where I worship. The skies are Italian The paths tread are through meadows daisied and primrosed Come with me-
 Angels of Destiny
 The young man hesitated at a tune Tei smote the good angel until 1t de- parted spreading wings through the star fight. upward and away until door swung open in thT sky, and forever rtfs, the noini in that young mans history, for, tSe RU's good 5 ansel ' flown he hesitated no long M CT. but started on a pathway which is beautfu at th openInsi 5gt 5sd blasted t5s at at tbro.,gb t,atr after gate, and at each gate the the 0T road Tos became rougher and the sky ,oora iTrId ard. what was peculiar, as the gate slammed shut it came to with a