Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1905-07-06
GREELEY.

lin Thursday.
Will Egan and Ira johnson drove
to Adair Saturday to look at a piece
of real estate.
Virgil White, of Des Moines, has
been Clipping pennies with Death.
Amazing temerity!
We are threatened with a triple
clash between haying, corr blowing
ing and barley harvest. Nothing but
an Iowan c%ouldhave such a mix-up.
What has become of the great Welch
revival? Was it an epidemic delus-
ion?
If the establishment Of a parcel post
system will facilitate the distribution
of the means of human comfort, from
what viewpoint is it to be condemned?
Nels Christensen is having a desper-
ate hand to hand encounter with the
weeds on one of his fields of corn.
Oh! were you ever chased
BY laughing summer showers
The glad fields up and down
Among the happy lowersT
VIM. Fuckers barn raising took
place Friday afternoon in the I'M
shine that followed the heavy rain OF
the forepart OF the day.
These moisture laden, hot days are
cOaxing the corr crop TO give us a
promise that it will do well to fulfill.
We believe the VIM. Rucker farm
can show up the most promising field
of corn in Audubon county.
The pile driver is standing by n
of the dangerous bridges in east Gree
ley waiting patiently to he called into
use.
Albert Johnson. of Adair county,
was visiting relatives and friends here
the latter part OF the week.
Mrs. Tom Egan departed on Sun
DAYS train for Omaha to spend a few
hours by the bedside of her husband,
who is languishing in a hospital.
If O want to go to hell just let
Yourself slide and you will take a
plunge like shooting the chutes'
and 90 ~ricochetting out owe the blue
blazing lake below, but If you wish TO
reach heaven you must climb, hand
over hand, a rope, the lower end of
which is Topped about your neck.
SABBATH REFLECTION.
I met a man wild eyed and dazed
who was trying to escape from the
hideous thought that he had committed
the objectionable sin. He sought the
advice of a certain minister and was
promptly told to read the bible, then
turn to God in prayer. The unte
wretch replied in words that revealed
the deplorable fact that while he could
read the scriptures he could neither
mediate nor pray. The minister was
in a dilema, for spiritually he could
do no morewith the ase than have The
physician do with a case III winch his
patient was endowed with an Omniver-
Gus appetite, but had no powers what
ever of digestion or assimilation.
Now if there is such a thing as an un-
pardonable sin, what is it? 1t seems
to be q very important question. so
far as the writer is concerned he
does not believe that any n definite
act will thrust u a forever beyond
the reach of God. We do believe,
however, that habitual neglect to re-
fleet and mediate on such uplifting
themes as science and religion Will
finally bring about such a predOmi-
nance of animalism as will blight be-
yond recovery those higher faculties
of the human mind, the exercise and
development of which wing the soul of
man for flight beyond the dark des-
tiny of the brute. Thus we see that
Habitual Neglect to exercise o
higher powers upon the development
of which depends what is termed
Mans Salvation until we lose the
ability to exercise them drags us into
a hopeless state, and might, in a
sense be regarded as an objectionable
act. But the man guilty of this fright
full sin is not likely to be tormented by
thoughts that he has done wrong. He
is generally found drifting in an un-
concerned way down the stream OF
fatal satisfaction whose siren muir
murs lull him into a deadly forgetful-
ness. Possibly he may be seen on
Sundays doing in a church pew while
his poor soul gasps it's last right be-
meath the voice of his pastor. How
can such paradoxical things happen?
"Habitual Neglect"
If man should cease to mediate
Upon the marvellous works of God,
How soon would he degenerate
Into naught but a british clod!
With one desire-tO gather pelt
And build a den, and eat and sleep,
To worship at the shrine OF self,
Where hangs this motto: Get and
Keep"
His soul lies shriveled, dead within.
1t was of God, a sacred trust.
developed by the flames of sin,
1t persisted in the fumes of lust.
JUNE.
Out on the breezy hills
Bold, burly bumblers boom
And bore their searching bills
Deep in the clover bloom.
Where droop the branches green
OF kind laxative trees
Now rally round their queen
A swarm of joyful bees.
Down by the pasture brook
Where Craze the happy kline
Are seer meath natures loo
Sweet thots that glow and shine.
Now comes the evening time,
And family from afar
Il catch a church BELLS chime
See! yonder is a star.
klMBALLTON.
H.