The Montgomery advertiser., 1901-05-26

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 Oh, her countenance haunts me today like some sweet face looking upon us through . horrid dream! On the oeAer side of the pulpit were the men wno ma destroyed Tim. There they sat. hard wis ing disease, some of them flushed until 1t seemed as if the fires : of ifiiouity famed through the cheek and crackled the lips. They were the men who had had bound him hand and foot. They had kindled the fires. They had poured the wormwood and gall into that orphan's cup. Did they weep? No. Did they sigh repentingly? No. Did they say; What slainT' No. no. Not one bloated hand was lifted to wipe tear from a bloated cheek. They sat and looked at the conin like vultures gazing at the carcass of cried in their ears as plainly as could. There is a God and Judgment day!
 Did they tremble? Oh. no, no. They went back from the house of God, and oakwood Cemetery, I was told that they blasphemed and they drank, and they gambled. and there was not one less GUS toner in all the houses of iniquity. This strength but Delilah sheared him. and the Philistines of evil companionship dug his eyes out and threw him into the pris- on of evil habits. But in the hour or his ue&tH ne rose up anu IoOh HOtu VI ehC two pillared curses of God against drunk enness and uncleanness and threw him self forward until down upon him ana his companions there came the thunders of an eternal catastrophe.
 Cultivate Domestic Joys.
 Again. any amusement that gives you a distatste for domestic life Is bad. How broken up by sinful amusenAents!' The father went off, the mother went on, the child. went of. There are today the frag- ments before me of blasted households Oh. if you have wandered away, I would like to charm you back to ,he sound of tlsat one word "home." Do you not know that you have but little more time to give to domestic welfare? Do you not see, go out into the world. and all the innu- cnce tor good you are to have over them you must have nowR Death VIII preak in on your congenial relations. and alas one who perished from your neglect!
 I saw a wayward husband standing at the deathbed of his Christian wife. and saw her point to ring sn her hngsr a ans, ana see that ring?' He replied. Yes. l see VI who pnt e'ii it tneres" @ yes. said he, T put 1t there" And all the past seemed that day when, in the presence or men and angels, you promised to be faithful in ioy and sorrow 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 hfe 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 by the family Bible, where. amid stories of heavenly love, Is the brief but express sive record of births and dealths; by the negects of the past and by the agonie' of the future; by judgment day, when husbands and wives, parents ana children, in immortal groups. will stand 10 pc caught up in shining array or to shrink down into darkness-by all that peg you give to home your best affections.
 An my friends, there is an hour com ing when our past life will probably pass before us in review. It will be our last hour. If from our death pillow we have to look back and see @ life spent in sin fui amusement. there will be dart that will strike through our soul sharper than the dagger with which Virginius slew his child The memory of the past VIII make us quake like Macbeth: the tniquities and rioting through which we have passed will come upon us weird and skeleton as Meg Merrilies Death, the old Shylock. will demand and take the remaining pound of flesh and the remaining drop or blood, and upon our last opportunity Tor repentance and our last chance TOT neaV- en the curtain will forever drop.
 TConvripht 1901, by Louis klopSch, N. 1.l