Milford chronicle. [volume] (Milford, Del.) 1878-1974, 1901-11-15


aw the process. They held him fast, and |
hey put the cup to his lips, and they |
orced down the strong drink What /
nance is there for such a young man?
l counsel you also to seek Christian ad- /
ice. Every Christian man is bound to |
lelp you. If he declines to help you, he |
S not a Christian. Now gather up all |
-0ur enci ges Of body, mind and soul and, |
appealing to God for success, declare this /
lay everlasting war against all evil in /
iuences. A half and half work will |
mount to nothing: it must be a Water !
%. Shrink back now and you are lost. |
Push on and you are saved. A Spartan |
general fell at the very moment of vic |
tory, but he dipped his finger in his own
blood and wrote on rock near which
be was dying, Sparta has conquered"
Though your struggle to get rid of sin
may seem to be almost death struggle,
you can dip your finger In your own blood
and write on the Rock of Ages, Victory
through our Lord Jesus Christ"
STRENGTHENING to God.
Some of you. like myself, were born in
the country. And what glorious news
might these young men send home to
their parents that this afternoon they
had surrendered themselves to God and
started n new life! I know how it is in
the country. The night comes on. The
cattle stand under the rack, through
which burst the trusses of hay. The
horses have just frisked up from the
meadow brook at the nightfall and stand
knee deep in the bright straw that invites
them to lie down and rest. The perch of
tie hovc is full of fowl, their feet warm
under their feathers. When the nights
get cold. the flames clap their hands
above the great backlog and shake the
shadow of the group up and down the
wall. Father and mother sit there for
half an hour saying nothing. l wonder
what they are thinking of? After awhile
the father breaks the isilence and says,
'Well, I wonder where our boy is in
town tonightY And the mother an
swers: 'In no bad place, 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
S or 0 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
lifeP He thought a moment and said,
1.-THE proudest moment was when | sent
word home to my parents that | had
gained the victory" And the gladdest
and most brilliant moment in your life
will be the moment when you can send
word 20 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 nei-
Their 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 churchyard, they cannot answer.
Dead Dead And then you viii take
out the white lock Of hair that was cut
from mothers brow just before they bur-
led 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
! thrust a pang through their dear old
! hearts.
! Honor to Parents.
God pity the young man who has
brought disgrace on his fathers name
God pity the young man who has broker
his mothers heart! Better that he had
never been born. Better If in the first
hour Of his life, instead Of being laiG
against the warm bosom of maternal ten
derness, he had been cofined and sep
ulchered. There is no balm powerful
enough to heal the heart of one who hal
brought parents to a sorrOwful grave anC
who wanders about through the disma
cemetery rending the air and wringinl
the hands and crying, Mother, mother!
Oh, that today, by all the memories o
the past and by all the hopes of the fu
ture, you would yield your heart to God
May your fathers God and your mother
God be your God forevcrl
This hour the door Of mercy swing
wide open. Hesitate not a moment. 4
many a case hesitation is the loss of all
At the corner Of a street I saw a tragedy
A young man evidently doubted as t
which direction he had better take. Hi
hat was lifted high enough so you cOul
see he had an intelligent forehead. Fl
udl u STOUT CHEST anu u EOUuSL uCNEAON
ment. Splendid young man! Culture
young man! Honored young man! VIII
did he stop there while so many were &c
ing up and down? The fact is that ever
young man has a good angel and a ba
angel contending for the mastery Of h
spirit, and there were a good angel and
bad angel struggling with that yOun
mans soul at the corner Of the stree
Come with me-" said the good angel.
will take you home l will spread n
wings over your pillow. ! will loving
escort you all through life under supe
natural protection. l will bless every Ct
you drink out of, every couch you rest o
every doorway you enter. / will cons
crate your tears when you weep, yol
{ sweat when you toll, and at the last I W
hand over your grave into the hand Of Il
bright angel Of a Christian resurrectio
l have been sent of the Lord to be yO
guardian spirit. Come with me-" said t
: good angel in a voice Of unearthly syl
phony. 1t was music like that viii
drops from a lutte of heaven when
seraph breathes on it.
: ooh, no." said the bad angel. "CoI
! with me. / have something better to {
: fer. The wines l pour are from chaliC
! Of bewitching carousal. The dance l lie
7 is over floors tessellated with unrestrain
indulgence. There is no God to frown
= the temples of sin where I worship. I
: skies are Italian. The paths l tread {
y through meadows daisied and primros
I Come with me"'
Hesitation Is Ruin.
;, The young man hesitated at a ii
-. when hesitation was ruin, and the
n angel smOte the good angel until it
20 parted, spreading wings Through the st
light, upward and away, until d
swung open in the sky, and forever
wings vanished That was the turn
a point in that young mans history,
te the good angel flown, he hesitated
n longer. but started on a pathway VIII
9 is beautiful at the opening, but blasted
1t. the last The bad angel led the "
~ through gate after gate, and at each g
y the road became rougher and the
ed more lurid, and, what was peculiar,
m the gate slammed shut it came to wit
as iar that indicated it would never op
ed Past each portal there were a grinding
to locks and IA showing of the bolts, and
on scenery on each side the road cham
Dr. from gardens to deserts, and the June
he became a cutting December blast, I
or the bright wings Of the bad angel tur1
I'm TO sackcloth, and the fountains that
ur the start had tossed with wine pou
forth bubbling tears of foaming bic
mt and on the right side of the road tn
es. was serpent, and the man said to
'ul bad angel, what is that serpent?"
Of the answer was, ''That is the serpent
zee singing remorse." On the left side
nd the road there was a lion, and the Il
OO oeled the had angel "What is that lilo