The age-herald., 1901-11-17

the wall Father and mother sit there for half an hour saying nothing. I won der what they are thinking of? After a while the father breaks the silence and says. Well, I wonder where our boy Is In town tonight?' And the mother an swers: Tn no bad place, I warrant you We always could trust him when he was at home, and since he has been away there have been so many prayers offered for him we can trust him still" Then at or o'clock. just before they retire. for they go early to bed, they kneel down and commend you to that God who watches in country and In town, on the land and on the sea.
 Some one said to a Grecian general: What was the proudest moment of your lifef' He thought a moment and said: The proudest moment was when I sent word home to my parents that I had gained the victory" And the gladdest and most brilliant moment in your life will be the moment when you can send word to your parents that you have con quered the evil habits by the grace of God and become eternal victor.
 Oh. despise not parental anxiety; the time will come when you will have neith- CT father nor mother, and you will go around the place where they used to watch you and find them gone from the | house and gone from the field and gone | from the neighborhood. Cry as loud for | forgiveness as you may over the mound in the curchyard. they cannot answer. Dead! Dead And then you will take out the white lock 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 | thalr hearts.
 Honor to Parents.
 God pity the young man who has brought disgrace on his fathers name! God pity the young man who has broken his mothers heart! 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 tenderness. he had been confined and | sepulohered There fs no balm powerful enough to heal the heart of one who has | brought parents to a sorrowful grave and who wanders about through the dis- nal cemetery wrending the air and wringing the hands and crying. Mother, mother! Oh, that today by all the | memories of the past and all the hopes of the future, you would yield your heart to God! May your fathers God and your mot hers God be your God forever
 This hour the door of mercy swings wide open. Hesitate not a moment. In many a case hesitation is the loss of all At the corner of 8 street l saw a tragedy. | young man evidently, doubted as to which direction he had better take. His hat was lifted high enough so you could | see he had an intelligent forehead He had a stout chest and a robust develop ment. Splendid young man! 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 a. good angel and bad angel contending for the mastery of his spirit, and there was a good an gel struggling with that young mans soul at the corner of the street. Come with me-, said the good angel. ''I will take you home I will spread my wings over your pillow. I will lovingly escort you all through life under supernatural | protection. I will bless every cup you
 drink out of, every couch you rest on , every door way you enter. I will conse-
 crate your tears when you weep. your