Year: 1867

IIdih III England haltS not to take in water, but
between the tracks there is trough, one-fourth
OF mile long, filled with water, and the train
ar0ps nose that catches up the water while
II nleS; so with bad newspapers that fly along
the track OF death without pausing a moment.
yet scoOping up into themselves the pollution
OF society, and in the awful rush making the
earth tremble. The bad newspapers stops not
at any political outrage! 1t would arouse "A
revolution, and empty the hearts of million
brave men IN the trenches, rather than not
nave Its own circulation multiply. What to it
are the hard-earnGd laurels of the soldier, or
the exalted reputation of the stateman? 1t
would, it 1t dared, blow up the Capitol build
ing OF the nation, if it could only successfully
carry Oft the frieze of one of the Corridors
There are enough falsehoods told in any one
OF our autumnal elections to make the . Faith
or OF Lies dlsOwn his monstrous progeny
Now 1t Is the Mayor, then the Governor; now
the Secretary OF State, and then the President;
until the air Is so full of misrepresentation
that truth is hidden from the view, as beauti-
tul landscapes by the clouds of summer insects
blown up from the meadows.


The tmDl0rdi newspaper stops not at the un-
clean advertisements. 1t is SO much for so
many words, and in such sheet it will cost no
more to advertise the most impure book than
the new edition of Pilgrim Progress 4 book
such as no decent man would touch with the
TIP OF his cane was a few months ago adyertiS-
ed IN New l Ork paper, and the gettcrup of
the book, passing down one of our streets the
other day, acknowledged to one Of my friends
that he had made SIS 200 out Of the enter
prise More money than John Bunyan ever
saw or dreamed Of! There are papers profes-
sing to be religious that have not scrupled to
take immoral advertisements In one column
OF paper we sometimes see a grand ethical
discussion, and in another the droppings of
most accursed nastiness. Oh! you cannot by
all your religion in one column atone for your
abomlnatlOn in another. | am rejoiced that
some of our papers have addressed those who
have proposed to compensate them for such
use of their columns in the words of Peter to
Simon Magus Your money perish with
you. | arraign the newspapers that give
their columns to corrupt advertising for the ne
tarlOus work they are doing. The most pOllu-
ted plays that ever OOzed from the poisonous
pen OfleprOus dramatistS have won their death
tul power through the medium OF newspapers


The evil is stupendOus. Oh ye managers Of
theatres and ye proprietOrs of iniquitous
shows! | charge you get money. Though
morality dies, society is destroyed, and God
dehed and the doom of the destroyed opens
before you, GET MONEY! Though melted, the
gold be found upon thy naked, blstered, and
consuming soul. GET MONEY GET MONEY 1!
1t will do you good when it begins to eat like
canker! 1t will solace the pillow of the dy-
ing and soOthe the pangS Of an agonizcd eter-
nifty! Though in the game thou dOst stake
thy soul and lose it forever, GET MONEY! Fill
all the newspapers that you can, and cover all
the board fences in the country with your ne
tarOus advertlSements-GET MONEY GET MON
EY!


The bad newspaper hesitates not to assault
Christianity and its deciples. With what ex-
hilaratiOn it puts in capitals that fill one fourth
of column the detalcatiOn of some agent of a
benevolent society There is enough meat in
such carcass of reputation to gorge all the
carriOn-cOws of an iniquitOus printng-press -
1t puts upon the back of the Church all the
Inconsistencies of hypocrites, as though bank
er were responsible for all the counterteits upon
his institution. 1t jeers at religion, and lifts
up its voice until all the caverns of the lost re-
sound with the howl Of its derision. Itforgets
that Christianity is the only hope for the
world, and that but for its enlightenment it
would now be like the Hottentot, living in
mud novels, Or like the Chinese, eating rats.
What would you think of wretch who, du-
ring great storm, while the ships were being
tossed to and fro on the angry waves, should
climb up into the lighthouse and blow out the
| light What do you think of those men who,
while all the Christian and glorious institutions
of the world are being tossed and driven hith-
er and thither, are trying to climb up and put
out the only light of lost world?


The bad newspaper stops not at publishing
the most damaging and unclean story. The
only question is will it take p There are
scores of men who day by day bring into the
newspaper offices manuscripts which invite all
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dry tens of thousands are deyOuring with ayidi-
ty the impure issue. From amid costly tapes
tries, and out from marble halls, the elegant
and fashionable come to get a copy. As you
go into their houses they are disturbed and
turn down out of sight the name OF the sheet,
so you do not know but what it is the 1n,eri-
cdn Presbyterian or the Christian HatIiigcn-
Ger. The servant is despatched in hot haste
lest the issue be exhausted. The people read
until their eyes well nigh fail them They
glare upon the story of arson, revenge, destroy
ed virtue, and suicide They plunge chin-deep
into the plot, the cold sweat standing all over
them---the horrible scene makes their flesh
creep---they are nervous are excited until the


least shuttle in the hall makes them start as


though it was a pistol shot of betrayed inno-
cence, or the death groan of one of Sylvanus
Cobb's heroes. Their sensibilities doadened---


their sense of right perverted-thCir taste for


plain lite despoied-- printing press, with


It's iron hoof hath dashed their life out. The


BAD newspaper would not give penny col


umn for one Of Marion Harlands clcvating


stories of home life, or Kate Websters Dor,


traiture of the drunkard' doom. No! There


must be flash, scum, frOth, slime, fire, blood,
a magnificent sin, the glitter of the assassin
knife, an agonized look at the strange missiye
a throwing up of the hands, and falling back


with dagger through the heart While
speak there are thousands of people, with feet
on ottoman and the gas turned on, submerged
mind and soul, in the perusal of this God.
t forsaken periodical literature" The Sabbath
hours will be gone, the last church psalm float
into the skies, and the last Christian mother
, have put the hand of the little child under the


coverlet for the night, before they will arouse
up, and, as the city clock strikes the honr o.


midnight, they 60 up nervous to their PRAYER
less pillow, twitching and starting in their sieer
1 with moonlight adventures and hair bredth es
. capes. One of the proprietors of a great pa
g per in this country gave this advice to youn.
, man, then about to start a paper: IF yo1
S want to succeed" " said he make your pane
trashy intensely trashy make it al
e trash. Brilliant advice Tor man just en-