Milford chronicle., 1901-08-02

there would not oRe of you answer.
say that any society that makes me for
get that fact is a bad society.
When l go to Chicago 1 am sometimes
perpleXed at Buffalo, as l suppose many
travellers are, as to whether it is better
to take the Lake Shore route or the Mich
igan Central, equally expeditions and
equally safe, getting to their destination
at the same time. But suppose that l
hear that on one route the track is torn
up, the bridges are down and the switches
are unlocked, it will not take me a great
while to decide which road to take. Now,
here are two roads in the future-the
Christian and the un-Christian, the safe
and the unsafe. Any institution or any
association that confuses my ideas in re-
gard to that fact is a bad institution and
a bad association. had prayers before
l Joined that society. Did / have them
afterward? l attended the house Of God
before connected myself with that I'M
ion. Do / absent myself from religious
influences?
In the Last Hours.
Which would you rather have in your
hand when you come to die, a pack of
cards or a Bible? Which would you
rather have pressed to your lips in the
closing moment. the cup Of Belshazzarean
wassail or the chalice of Christian COM
munion? Whom would you rather have
for your pallbearers, the elders of a
Christian church or the companions
whose conversation was full Of slang and
innuendo? Whom would you rather have
for your eternal companions, those men
who spend their evenings betting, gam
bling. swearing, carOusing and telling
vile stories or your little child, that bright
girl whom the Lord took? Oh. you would
not have been away so much nights,
would you, il you had known she was
( going away so soon? Dear me, your
house has never been the same place
since. Your wife has never frightened
up. She has never got over It. She
never will get over it. How long the
/ evenings are with no one to put TO bed
! and no one to whom to tell the beautiful
/ Bible stories! What pity it is that you
/ cannot spend more evenings at home in
| trying to help her bear that sorrow! You
can never drown that grief in the wine
cup. You can never break away from
! the little arms that used to be flung
around your neck when she used to say,
Papa. do stay with me tonight, do stay
with me tonightw You will never be
able to wipe away from your lips the
dying kiss of your little girl The fas-
cinatiOn Of q bad secret society is so
great that sometimes a man has turned
his back on his home when his child was
dying of scarlet fever. He went away.
Before he got back at midnight the eyes
had been closed. the undertaken had done
his work, and the wife, worn out with
three weeks watching, lay unconscious
in the next room. Then the returned
father comes up stairs, and he sees the
cradle gone, and he says. What is the
mattcr" On the judgment day he will
find out what was the matter.
Oh, man astray, God help you! l am
going to make a very stout rope. You
know that sometimes a rOpemakPr will
take very small threads and wind them
together until after awhile they become q
ship cable. And | am going to take some
very small, delicate threads and wind
them together until tLey make a very
stout rope. will take all the memories
Of the marriage day-a thread of laugh
ter thread of light, thread of music
thread of banqueting, thread of con
gratulatiOn-and | twist them together
and l have one strand. Then | take
thread of the hour of the first advent il
your house. a thread of the darkness tina
preceded. and a thread Of the light tha
followed. and n thread of the beautiful
scarf that little child used to wear wheI
she bounded out at eventide to gree
you, and then a thread Of the beautiful
dress in which you laid her away for tn