YOU CHEERED ME ON.
xwfoa,oW Mead, f ewe adebt -
X never can repay;
The memory of It linger yet,
' Asd brlghteas aU laVa way;"
Ar whoa oppressed with tteosty tear
WHaBpeudeorageet. y
I seme to yen; yoa dried at tsars
And sweetly cheered mob.
t otkero nooked but UokefafctU
With etoqueaoe of soars.
Or frowBed at my attempts, tmtil
Xwarhedrd ne'er seashore.
Witt kind, pjdiekms worse; that soothed
The teaser heart Una flayed, '
Ton cheered me oa, the pathway smoothed,
Aad all my fears allayed.
Wbea others aoaght to clip the wiags
With which I tried to soar,
Aad bade me think of other things
To profit rae the more.
Too bade me doff the sable alamo,
Aad brighter colors doa,
Aad raised me from the depths of gloom,
Aad aobly chsered me ea.
O blest the Meads that lift us ap
On arms of lore each day.
Who pat some sweetness ia Lie's can,
Aad help as oa our way;
Who la oar efforts sympathize
Nor foibles dwell upon.
And whisper: That way honor Lest"
And kindly cheer us on.
Josephine Pollard, ia N. Y. Ledger.
LONE HOLLOW;
Or, The Peril of tbe Penrojs.
-A. Thrfflinff and Romantic Story
of Love and Adventure.
Jams M. Mkrbhx Author or
Bill," "Fishkr Job" abo
Othxb Stories.
BOGUS
ICepfrtght,
iva, to the A. A". KdUnq Kt
paper Company.
CHAPTER XXX. COMTIKtntD.
The house was gloomy, and the sound of
bus feet sent a cold chill orer bim.
" He passed out and walked totheedgeof
the galea, a little way off. The depths
were shadowed and gloomy. Autumnal
Irosts had changed the leaves to brown and
.yellow in places, and the air that sighed
through the trees was chill and uncomfort
able. There seemed premonition of an early
winter in its breath.
While he stood there with the grim shad
ows of the short afternoon lengthening into
the gloom of night, Captain Starbright
thought of the past, of the year gone in
-which his brain had schemed and plotted
ier self-aggrandizement.
"It is more than two years now since I
struck, the first blow for the Vendible mill
ion amid the hills of California," he mut
tered, iaaudibly, while his thoughts ran on.
Then come the sudden death of the
other, aad my coming to Lone Hollow to
win the friendship of an easily-duped old
aui. I pretended to be the friend of his
idolized though erratic brother, and brought
him a memento from the far-off land of
cold. I told how I had ministered to the
dying, and completely won old Morgan Van
dible's heart. KarL his youngest brother.
be idolized. He would hare made him his
Jbeir had he lived. This the old millionaire
told mo In confidence. It seeate that the
blew that sent Earl dvcrJhe precipice in
.the gold range did not IdlL '
-"My treachery might have been discov-'-ared,
for Karl Vandible lived, but he came
"jack from that fall a crazed being. Isup
, posed I had nothing to fear, aad yet he
recognised me that night in front of Lone
' Hollow, when be flred with murderous ia-
feentka. It is well that I made sure work
of the old man at last. The pool will never
:yirld up its secret to mortal maa.?
The mention of the pool seemed to affect
the Captain strongly.
fie straiehtened suddenly aad began
walking away from the edge of the gulch.
' Soon his form was lost to view in the gath--sting
gloom.
He gained a position near the baak of the
-cedar-fringed pooL
How cold and forbidding looked the black
water. There was notanpple on its sur
face, and the silence that rested over ev
ry thing was oppressive.
" An uncanny place," muttered the Cap
slain. "Much like a tomb, indeed. No se
cret can come forth from thy depths, old
pooL How much safer than the Califor
nia gulch. You reveal no secrets, that gulch
did."
Then he walked completely around the
pool, scanning the water from every poiat
It was a solemn place, aad the time one to
swing gloomy thoughts to the brain of the
lone man who stood thoughtfully regarding
the calm water.
.8wiftly the minutes passed.
"Fight's curtain dropped from the skies
and wrapped its folds softly over bush, and
tree, aad water.
Hot a sound hut the faint murmur of the
.evening breeze through gold-brown tree
tops. And Captain Btarbright allowed his
thoughts full sway.
He had once been the .pride of a kind
Toother's heart his father he never knew,
-.and he recalled the time now when hts
iiaadswere free from stain, his soul untar
nished by blood guiltiness.
1havegonetoofar to retrace my steps
now," he cried aloud, as though holding
argument with his inner self.
Too jarP,
What was that! An echo of his own
thoughts! His words had been lightly ut
tered. He trembled and gazed about him
iinthe shadows. The words were cot re--peated,
but his eyes became riveted on one
spot on the further ahore of the pooL Slow
ly a human figure rose and stood facing
sum. A glimmer of starlight touched the
face. It was ghastly white. There was a
Tope about the neck, a clinging stone, drip
ping wet! Btarbright gazed in silent hor
ror athis murdered victim. It was the face
of the dead man of the pool I The blood re
ceded from his heart, a deadly faintness
seised hinuand, tossing up his arms, Clinton
JJtarbright fell fainting to the ground.
CHAPTER XXXI.
CAUGHT IK THK ACT.
, "Found at last!"
Impenetrable gloom surrounded theper
aoa who uttered these words, save for the
assail circle of light made by a strong
snw'll'Pg tallow dip, that sputtered and
threatened to go out at any moment.
Weird shadows danced along the rafters
.aad played bide aad seek among queer
little nooks. A young maa knelt oa the
rough boards of the garret at Lone Hollow,
-aritfcaa old, battered, hair-covered trunk
Mien before him. That which broughtfrem
Slips the words opening this chapter he
asldnvtothe light ia his haad-a folded
lagaldKassnt, yellow with age, tied with
i!?La man who held up the folded
SonStlaword.:
Js5iaa testament ef Morgan Van-
'dinte." . , .v.
k Found at laeii" ans 'J"- -r
ZV-Lm. "Mvsearoh has not been in
' tUiiMi m inhere, aad was
tanoiatoIgnBg "ft:!
.amtataingof life front the bottom of
ia wen sigh
run, Clinton Btarbright,
Captain, and"
falsely dabbed
A sound below cot short the young nun's
speech. He concealed the precious paper,
extinguished the light, aad hurriedly made
his exit from the close air of the garret.
When he gained the hall below, which
was dimly lighted by bracket-lamps, the
man's face stood revealed, and we recog
nise him as the genial hunter, Louis Fin
gaL He passed to the end of the hall, lifted
a window and peered out into the night,
listening intently.
"I bear no sound of wheels," he mut
tered. "I hope Dr. Coltoa and his patient
will not disappoint me to-night. To watch
that villain, and guard a precious life,
without making a balk, is tiresome and
dangerous. It must be time, too. for that
infamous Captain to come nosing about. I
heard him tell Lucy that she need not look
for him in several days, but I judge that to
be a blind. Possibly, however, he may
have taken the alarm. He was out until
late last night, and seemed pale and agi-
iaiea wnen no returned."
The reader can readily guess why the
Captain was agitated on the previous night.
The apparition at the pool had completely
unnerved him for a time. On the morning
following he had driven away toward
Stonefield, assuring both Lura and Lucy
that he intended to be absent several days.
Fingal had been where he overheard this,
but be had not believed it.
After listening a minute Fingal closed
the window and turned hi steps toward
urace'sroom. lie found the door closed,
and at once applied his hard to the knob. It
refused to yield.
Dropping to the floor Fingal attempted to
peer into the room through the keyhole. No
light ghmmered there, and then the young
hunter seemed to realise for the first time
that something was wrong inside the sick
chamber. He thrust n small reed that he
picked from the floor into the keyhole,
He then made a discovery.
The hole had been stoutly plugged!
Something surely was wrong. He grasped
the knob and shook the door.
No answer from within.
A chill shot to the heart of FingaL He
called the name of Lucy and of Grace, but
received no answer. A terrible fear op
pressed the young hunter's heart as ho
turned from the door and hurried to the
stairs. He sped down these, three stem at
a time, and came near landing in the arms
of the colored maid.
"Lucy, you heref" demanded Fingal,
hoarsely. "Who is with Grace!"
"MissLura,I'8pect"
"I do not believe it."
"But I left herder"
"Something to wrong,' interrupted Fin
gal, seizing and shaking the maid furiously.
"You haven't been faithful, girl. The door
to Grace's room to locked. Have you the
key!"
44 Deed, mane, I hasnt"
Fingal stood irresolute for one moment,
then sprang to the outer door, opened it
and passed out into the night He hast
ened to the side of the building, to a spot
where a light glimmered front an upper
window, the window of Grace Fenroy's
room.
For an instant the young man stood
irresolute; then, seeming to remember
something, he sped to the rear of the old
house and in less than a minute returned
bearing ia bis bands a ladder. It was but
abort work to place this up against the
side of the house.
It just reached the window-siH.
A moment later the young hunter was
mounting swiftly upward. He soon gained
the top and although the curtains were
drawn he found a crevice through which
he could peer into the room.
What he saw caused him to start and
nearly fall from the ladder. His bands
clmohed the atone sill until the blood
seemed ready to burst from beneath the
nails.
In the center of the room stood Captain
Btarbright, with n look on his face that
was actually terrifying. It waa only with
the utmost effort that Fingal held himself
from falling.
The Captain's bat lay oa the floor. His
cost waa off, his arms bare to the elbows,
and he was evidently meditating some
terrible deed. Fingal saw bim move toward
the bed, gaze for one moment at the placid
face of the apparently sleeping girl, then
bend forward with the look of a fiend, and
twine his fingers about the throat of his
unsuspecting victim.
"Great heaven I he would strangle her!"
gasped Fingal, hoarsely, almost losing bis
hold in the intensity of bis horror. With a
mighty effort he steadied himself, seized
the sash, lifted it swiftly and plunged head
long Into the room.
The noise and the unexpected appearance
of the hunter startled the would-be assas
sin from bis work, and he at once turned
his attention to the new-comer. He glared
an instant fa evident alarm, then, with an
imprecation, sprang at the youth as he came
to his feet.
"Murderer!" cried FingaL
"Ha! the infernal hunter sneak, m
throttle you for this!" and Captain Btar
bright, evidently completely mastered by
rage and fear, sprang with the fury of a
madman at the throat of his unwelcome
visitor.
Together the two went to the floor in a
struggle for the mastery. At the same
time a wild scream filled the room. Grace,
wakened by the combat, was terribly
frightened, and it was her voice that filled
the old house with its piercing notes of
alarm.
Fingal struggled desperately, but seemed
to be no match for the infuriated Captain.
"I'll throttle vou!" hissed Btarbright
"You have meddled with me and my affairs
for the last time."
At this moment the long black hair on
Fingal's head came into the clutches of
Btarbright another moment and his locks
were free from the head of his antagonist
With a great cry Captain Btarbright came
to his feet quickly followed by the.hunter.
A hand tried the door, aad a voice without
demanded admittance. Unheeding this the
Captain atood staring at FingaL His
astoundment seemed too full for words.
And no wonder. ' i
Before him stood, in the person of Fingal,
another person entirely. There was no mis
taking that face, the pug nose, with mus
tache brushed aside, that dancing, red
foretop.
"Lara Jones, as I live!" exclaimed the
astounded Captain.
The girl regarded hi" with folded arms,
breathing short her res flashing, her
white teeth gleaming. She felt herself
mistress of the sitaauss. Her hand shot
forward auddenly, n bright object gleam
ing at the end.
"Tour race to run, Captain Starhright"
she uttered lowly yet fiercely. "Stand
aside, I wish to open the onur.i'
He seemed to have no desire to thwart
her wishes white a cocked revel vet was
pointed toward his breast so he obeyed
without a word He glanced at the bed to
note the fact that Grace had ranted.
With some dancaKy Lura turned the key
and admitted Dr. Arthur Cotton.
"Atone!" uttered Lura.
"Wait"
This was all The doctor glanced at Can
tain Starbridnt then at the girt. He
ml asteaahed to tad her in wale attire,
this old chest. Tour
aad Lura fancied she saw a look of sesu
disgust oa his grave face.
"I can explain, Arthur"
"It doesn't matter," he uttered, shortly.
"My business is with Clinton Btarbright.
I suppose you recognize me. Captain"
Btarbright had recovered his composure,
and stood with folded arms regarding Vw
doctor from under frowning brows.
"I suppose I do. You are the gentleirtsn
who pretends to a knowledge of xnedtciso
Dr. Coltoa."
"Thesame "
"But let me tell you," grated the Captain ,
with angry vehemence, "I have pcrmiUctl
your interference here to the cost of a life.
Look yonder at your work. You shall suiter
for this this murde-."
He pointed to the bed.
Quickly Dr. Colton stepped to the side of
Grace and bent orer the wasted form. A
moment thus, then he faced the inmates of
the room once more. "She has faintci. It
is better so for the present Should shedio
you will have another murder to answer
for. I know that you have tocu sybteuatic
ally poisoning this girl"
'That is false!"
"Don't interrupt me," said tho doctor,
with strange calmness, no trace of emotion
on his gravo f ace. "I made a discovery not
long since that startled and shocked mo be
yond measure. You had the reputation of
'being a generous gentleman, with few bud
habits, and all your acquaintances looked
upon you as an honorable man."
"Really," sneered the Captain, "you do
mo proud, Dr. Colton."
"You may feel less so before I am through
with a littlo history I propose to relate."
"I pray you, don't put yourself out on my
account doctor."
"No, but on several accounts I will pro- j
ceed. Some years ago you fell in with Mr. j
Fenroy, Grace's father, and became very
intimate with him. Ho trusted you fully,
and to hto cost The time came when that
man waa brought home dead, with his skull
crushed, said to have been caused by the
kick of a horse. I believe, however, that it
was done by a club, and that it was a part
of a plot formulated in California to gain
possession of a million dollars."
"Indeed!" sneered the Captain.
"lam getting ahead of my story, how
ever," proceeded the doctor, as Captain
Starbright coolly assumed a chair. The
doctor and Lura remained standing, how
ever. ITO BK CONTINUED.
THE EARTH'S MOTIONS.
The Precession of the Equinoxes aad Oth
er Astronomical .Phenomena.
The earth revolves on her axis in twenty-three
hours, fifty-six minutes and four
seconds. This time is required for ono ro
tation from a star round to the same star
again. The revolution is therefore called
a sidereal day. While the earth hasbeeu
turning on her axis she has been advanc
ing in her orbit and it will takoher four
minutes on the average to come to tho same
position in regard to the sun; thus, adding
four minutes to the length of the sidereal
day, gives twenty-four hours for the solar
day.
The time of the axial rotation has not va
ried the hundredth part of a second in twe I
tODUSium jrears. iiiuu), merciuro, uo cua-
sidered as invariable, and is consequently
adopted as a fundamental unit in astro
nomical measurement
The earth revolves in her orbit around the
sun in 365.26 days, giving another standard
measure of time, the length of the year.
The velocity of the earth in her orbit is al
most incomprehensible, for the huge sphere
spins along at the average rate of eighteen
miles in a second. The earth's orbital revo
lution and the inclination of her axis to the
plane of the ecliptic cause the changes of
the seasons and the varying length of day
and night
The earth has a more complicated motion
known as the procession of the equinoxes.
It consists of a wabbling motion of the pole
of the heavens around the' pole of the
ecliptic inn small circle requiring twenty
five thousand years to complete. Itiscaused
by the attraction of the sun and moon upoa
the earth at the equator. Consequently,
ecliptic and equator do not cross atthe same
point bt the equinoctial falls back each
year fifty seconds of a degree.
One effect of this movement is to change
the polar star, lor to whatever part of the
heavens the pole points, the nearest star to
that point is the polar star. The present
polar star will no longer enjoy that dis
tinction three thousand years hence, and
the brilliant Vega will be the polar star
twelve thousand years hence.
The earth is moving through space. The
sun, carrying with him the planetssatel
lites, comets and meteoric bodies following
in his train, is hastening towards a point ia
the constellation Hercules at the rapid pace
of twenty thousand miles an hour.
It might seem that, traveling at this rate,
the goal must soon be reached. Such, how
ever, is the inconceivable distance of the
I stars that more than a million years must
pass before our sun and his family, at their
present rate of travel, have spanned the
depths of space that intervene between
their present position and the shining suns
of Hercules. Youth's Companion.
Victoria First Hoop-Sklrt.
The following anecdote is told to illus
trate the readiness with which Parisian
fashions are adopted, even by the most
rigidly patriotic of Princesses. At the
epoch of tho arrival of Queen Victoria in
Paris in 1856, on a visit to the Emperor and
Empress, the latter bad just brought hooped
skirts into vogue. The Queen forthwith
sent her a messenger to purchase ono for
her, aad on her next approach before her
Imperial host and hostess her skirts were
expanded into the new and fashionable
amplitude. But her Majesty had not com
prehended the necessary methods of tying
the tapes that held the hoop sin place, and
her crinoline presented aa extraordinary
aad shapeless aspect It was the Emperor
himself who, with his own imperial haada,
set the rebellious petticoats to rights, aad
gave his royal guest a lesson as to the
proper method of donning the new-fashioned
adjunct of feminine costume.
Keep Tear Ejra-Slgat.
Dr. F. Park Lewis spoke recently, says
the Buffalo Courier, upoa weak eyes and
near-sighted people. He stated that while
people with near-sighted eyes might show
no loss of sight for years, still near-sighted
eyes should be treated with care.- The best
light for the eyes was snnbgut A geed
light must be strong, white aad steady.
The heat of artificial light was then con
sidered. Snulight has the least heat rays;
electric light came next; kerosene and gas
were last and so the worst for the eyes. He
closed by statingthatia reading the, back
shouldbetoUte light the eyes should be
shaded, and never be used when tared. One
should not rend with an uncertain aflat
on the cars.
AuxAsnm Nasmtth, the
painter, once planted an iaaecessible crag
on the estate of the Dukeef Athelhyiheot-
log tree seeds out era small cannon. The
attempt was a decided success and the trees
now flourish luxuriantly.
Fat says we never have aawMnsma
night when weaeeditanUTaV
SIN'S AWFUL WOIUL
Rev. Dr. Talmage Warns the Peo
ple Against Moral Poisons.
The Caldrons of Sin aad Death Home
lanaeaees For Good or Bad ladoleacs
the Caldron of IaleeUy Advice
to Touf Mew.
In a recent sermon at Brooklyn Dr. Tal
mage took for his subject "A Poisoaed
Dinner." and his text was from 2 Kings
iv. 40: "So they poured out for the men
to eat And it came to pass, as they were
eating of the pottage, that they cried out
and said, O. tboa man of God, there is
death in the pot And they could not eat
thereof."
Elisha had gono down to lecture to the
students in the theological seminary at
GilgaL He found the students very
hungry, as students are apt to be. It is
very seldom the world makes large pro
vision for those who give themselves to
intellectual toiL In order that these stu
dents may" be prepared to hear what
Elisha savs. he first feeds their hunger.
He knows very well it is useless to talk, to
preach, to lecture to hungry men.
So Elisha, recognizing this common
sense principle, which every Christian
ought to recognize, sends servants out to
get food for these hungry students. They
pick up some good healthful herbs, but
they happen to pick up also some colo
quintida, a bitter, poisonous, deathful
herb. They bring all these herbs, they
put them into the boiling pot they stir
them up and then a portion of this food is
brought to the students and their pro
fessors. Seated at the table, one of the
hunrrv Hiiiflniit becins immediately to
ea anj no happens to get hold of some of
the coloquintida. He knew it by the
taste. He cried out: "Poison, poison I O
thou man of God. there is death in the
pot!" Consternation is thrown over th
whole group. What a fortunate thing it
was that this student so early found the
coloquintida in the mixture at the table!
Ycu will by reference find this story is
precisely as I have mentioned it
Well, in our day there are great caldrons
of sin and death. Coloquintida of mighty
temptation is pressed into it Some dip it
out and taste, and reject it and live. Oth
ers dip it put taste it keep on and die.
And it is the business of every minister of
religion and every man who wishes well
to the human race, and who wants to keep
the world back from its follies and its suf
ferings, to cry out: "Beware! poison.
poison : look out tor inis caiaron i Diana
back! Beware!"
Sin has done an awful work in our
world. It has gone out through all the
ages, it has mixed up a great caldron of
trouble and suffering and pain, and the
whole race is poisoned poisoned in body,
poisoned in mind, poisoned in souL But
blessed be God that the gospel of Jesus
Christ is the antidote, and where there
was sin there shall be pardon, aad where
there was suffering there shall be com
fort (and where there was death there
shall be life.
Some time ago, you will remember, I
persuaded you of the importance of being
charitable in judgment of others. At the
same time I said to you briefly what this
morning I wish to say with great empha
sis, that while we sympathize with the
sinner we must denounce the sin, that
while we pity the unfortunate we mast be
vehement against transgression. Sin is a
jagged thing that needs to be roughly
handled. You have no right to garland it
with fine phrases or lustrous rhetoric.
You can not catch a buffalo with a silken
lasso.
A group of emigrants settle iaawild
region. The next day a wild beast comes
down from the mountain and carries on
one of the children. .The next day a wild
beast comes down from the mountain and
carries off another child. Forthwith all
the neighbors band together, and they go
out with torch in one hand and gun in the
other to hunt those monsters down, to find
their biding place, to light up aad ransack
the caverns and destroy the invaders of
their bouses. So we want now not
merely to talk about the sins and
follies of the world, we want to go
behind them, back of them. Down
into the caverns where they bide we need
to go with the torch of God's word in one
hand and the sword of God's eternal spirit
in the other to hunt oat and slay these in
iquities in their hiding places. Or. to come
back to the figure suggested by my text
we want to find what are the caldrons of
sin and death from which the iniquities of
society are dipped oat
First In the first place. I remark, that
unhappy and undisciplined homes are the
caldrons of great iniquity. Parents harsh
and cruel on the one hand, or oa the other
band loose in their government wickedly
loose in their government are raising up a
generation of vipers. A home where scold
ing and f retf ulness is dominant is blood re
lation to the gallows and the penitentiary I
Petulance is a serpent that crawls up into
the family nursery and destroys every
thing. Why, there are parents who even
make religion disgusting to their children.
They scold them for not loving Christ
They have an exasperating way of doing
their duty. The house is full of the war
whoop of contention, and from sach a
place husband aad sons go out to die.
O! is there a Hager leading awav
Ishmael into the desert to be smitten of
the thirst and parched of the sandf la
the solemn birth hour a .voice fell to thee
from the throne of God. saying: 'Take
this child and nurse it for me and I will
give thee thy wages." At even time,
when the angels of God hover over that
home, do they hear the children lisping
the name of Jesus? O! travelers for
eternity, your little ones gathered under
your robes, are you leading theraoa tho
right road, or are you taking them out on
the dangerous winding bridle path, off
of which their inexperienced feet may
slip aad up which comes the howling of
the wolf and the sound of loosened ledge
aad tumbling avalanche? Blessed is the
family altar at which the children kaeeL
Blessed is the cradle ia which .the Chris
tian mother rocks the Christian child.
Blessed is the song the little one sings at
nightfall whea sleep is closing the ayes
aad loosening the head front the toy oa
the pillow. Blessed is that mother whose
every heart throb is n prayer for her chil
dren's welfare.
The world grows old, aad the stars
will cease to illuminate It, and the waters
to refresh it and the mountains to guard
it aad the heavens to everspan it aad its
long story of sin aad shame aad its glory
of triumph will soon turn to ashes, bat in
fluences that started ia this early home
roll en and roll up through all eternity
blooming in all the joy, wnviag la all the
triumph, exalting ia all the song, or
shrinking hack into nil ths darkness.
Father, mother, which way are you lead
ing your children?
A house took fire and the owner waa
Tory caret al to get all the furniture out
He got all his hooks et sad he get all his
pictures out uud he got aU his valuable
papers oat but he forgot to ask until it
was too late: "Are my children safe?" O,
whea the earth shall melt with fer
vent heat aad the moaataias shall blaze,
aad the seas shall blase, aad the earth
shall blaze, will your children be safe?
Will your children ba safe? Unhappy aad
undisciplined homes are the source of
mach of the wretchedness and sin of the
world.
I kaow there are exceptions to it some
times. From a bright aad beautiful
Christian home a husband or a sob will go
out to die. O. how loag yoa had that boy
iayonr prayers! He does not kaow how
many sleepless nights yen have spent
over him. He does not understand how
many tears yoa have shed for his way
wardness. Or, it is hard after you have
toiled for a child aadgivea bim every ad
vantage and every kindness to have him
pay you back ia ingratitude! As one Sab
bath morning a father came to the foot of
the pulpit as I stepped out of it and said:
"O, my son, my son, my son!" There is
many a young maa proud of his mother,
who would strike to the dust any man who
would insult her, who at this moment him
self, by his evil doing and his bad habits,
is sharpening a dagger to plunge through
that mother's heart A telegram brought
him from afar. He went bloated and
srarrod into the room and he stood by the
lifeless form of bis mother.
Her hair gray; it bad turned gray in
sorrow. Those eyes bad wept floods of
tears over his wandering. That still
white hand had done him many a kind
ness and written many a loving invita
tion and good counseL He had broken
her old heart He cams into the room and
threw himself on the casket and he sobbed
outright: "Mother! Mother!" but those
lips that had kissed bim m infancy and
uttered so many kind words spoke not;
they were sealed Bather than to have
such a memory come to my soul, I would
prefer to have rolled over me the Alps and
the Himalayas.
But while sometimes there are sons who
turn out very badly coming from good
homes. I want to tell you for your encour
agement it is a great exception. Yet an
unhappy and undisciplined home is the
poisonous caldron from which a vast
multitude drink their death.
Second I remark that another caldron
of iniquity is an indolent life. All the
rail trains down the Hudson river yester
day, all the rail trains oa the Pennsyl
vania route, all the trains on the Long
Island road brought to these cities young
men to begin commercial life. Some of
them are here this morning, I doubt not
Do you know what one of yoar grent
temptations is going to be? It is the ex
ample of indolent people in our cities.
They dress better than some who are in
dustrious. They have access to all places
of amusement plenty of money, and yet
idle. They hang around our great hotels
the Fifth Avenue, the Windsor, the
Brunswick, the Stuyvesant the Gilsey
House all our beautiful hotels, you will
find them around there any day men who
do nothing, never earn any thing, yet
VVCal UIQ39VU, USflUg lIVJllfrW If ssjr SUUUiU
1 WOrK? Why SllOUld yoa WOrK? WbV
drudge and toil in bank and shop and of-
flee or on the scaffolding, or by the anvil,
when these men gat along so well and do
not work?
Some of them hang- aroaag the city
halls of our great cities, toothpick in their
moath, waiting for some crumb to fall
from the officeholder's table. Some of
them bang around the city hall for the
city van bringing criminals from tho sta
tion houses. They stand there and gloat
over it really enjoy the disgrace and
suffering of those poor creatures as they
get out of the city van aad go into the
courts.
Where do they get their money? That
is what yoa ask. That is what I ask.
Only four ways of getting money only
four; by inheritance, by earning it by
begging it by stealing it; aad there are a
vast multitude among us who get their
living not by inheritance, nor by earning
it nor by begging it I do not like to
take the responsibility of saying how they
get it!
Now, these men are a constant tempta
tion. Why should I toil and wear myself
oat in the bank, or the office, or the store,
or the factory? These men have nothing
to do. They get along a great deal better.
aad that is the temptatioa under which a
great many yoang men falL They begin
to consort with these men, these idlers,
and they go down the same awful steeps.
The number of men in our cities who are
trying to get their living by their wits aad
by sleight of hand is all tie time increas
ing. A New York merchant saw a yoang maa,
one of his clerks, in half disguise, going
iato a very low place of amusement. The
merchant said to himself: (I must look
oat for that clerk; he is going ia bad com
pany aad going in bad places; I must
look oat for bim." A few months passed
oa and one morning the merchant entered
his store and bis clerk of whom I have
been speaking came up in assumed con
sternation and said: 0, sir, the store has
been on fire; I have put out the Are, bat
there are a great many goods lost we
have had a great crowd of people coming
aad going." Then the merchant took the
clerk by the collar and said: "I have had
enough of tbU; you can not deceive me;
where are thoie goods you stole?" The
young man instantly confessed his vil
lainy. O, the numbers of people in these great
cities who are trying to get their living
not honestly! And they are a mighty
temptation to the industrious young man
who can not understand it While these
others have it so easy they have it so bard.
Horatius of olden time was told that he
could have just as much ground as he
could Splow around with a yoke of oxen ia
one day. He booked up the oxen to the
plow aad he cat a very large circle aad
plowed until he came to the same poiat
where he had started, aad all that prop
erty was bis. Bnt I have to tell yoa to-day
that just so much financial, jast so mach
moral, jast so mach spiritual possession
yoa will have as yoa compass with yoar
owa industries, aad just so mach as front
the morning of yoar life to the evening of
your life yoa caa plow arouad with yoar
ewa hard work. "Go to the ant then
sluggard; consider her ways aad be
wise." One of the most awfal caldrons
of death to-day is an indolent life. Thank
God that yoa have to work.
Third Once more I remark, that the
dramshop is a great caldroa of iniquity ia
our time. ABacharsis said that tho viae
bore three grapes the first was Pleasure,
theaext waa Dmakenness aad the next
Misery. Every saloon above ground is
a foaataia of iaiquity. It may have a li
cense aad it may go along quite respecta
ble for awhile, bat after awhile the cover
will fall off aad the color of iaiquity wiU
be displayed.
0,"says some oae,"4yoaoaghttobe easier
on each a trade when it paya sach a large
revenae to the Goveranwataad helps sup
port yoar schools aad your great iastita
tioa of mercy." And then 1 thiak of what
William E. Gladstoae said I thiak it was
the tnt time he was Caancelor of the,Ix-
chequer whea awn engaged in the ruinous
traffic came to hiss aad said their business
onght to have more consideration from
the fact that it paid such a large revenae
to the English Government. Mr. Glad
stone said: "Gentlemen, don't worry
yoarselves about the revenue; give mo
39,000,000 of sober people and we'll have
reveuue enough aad a surplus."
We might in this country this traffic
perished have less revenue, but we woald
have more happy homes and we would
have more peace aad we would have fewer
people in the penitentiary, aad these
woald be tens of thousands of men who
are now on the road to bell who would
start oa the road to Heaven.
But the financial ruin is a very small
part of it This iniquity of which I speak
takes every thins that is sacred out of the
family, every thing that is infinite in the
soul and tramples it under foot. The mar
riage day has come. The twaia are at the
altar. Lights flash. Music sounds. Gay
feet go up aad down the drawingrooai.
Did ever vessel launch on such a bright
and beautiful sea? Tho scene changes.
Dingy garret No fire. On a broken chair
a sorrowful wife. Last hope zone. Poor,
forsaken, trodden under foot, she knows
all the sorrow of being a druukard's wife.
Of" she says, "he was so noble, be was
so good! God never made a grander man
than he was, but the drink d:d it. the
drink did it." Some day she will press
her hand against her temples and cry,
uO, my brain, my brain I" or she will go
out on the abutment of the bridge soma
moonlight night and look down on the
glassy surface and wonder if under that
glassy surface there is not some rest for a
broken heart.
A young man, through the intercessioa
of metropolitan friends, gets a place in a
bank or store. He is going to leave bis
country home. That morning they are
up early in the old homestead. The trunk
is on the wagon. Mother says: "My
son, I put a Bible in the trunk, I hope
you will read it often." She wipes the
tears away with her apron. "O," be
says, "come, don't you be worried. I
know how to take care of myself. Don't
be worried about me." The father says:
4My son, be a good toy and write homo
olten, ycur mother will be anxious to
hear from you." Crack! goes the whip
and over the hills goes the wagon. Five
years have passed on and a dissipated
life has done its work for that ytung man.
There is a hearse coming up iu iront of
the old homestead. The young men of
the neighborhood who have stayed on the
farm come and say: "Is it possible?
Why, be doesn't look natural, does be?
Is that the fair brow we used to know?
Is that the healthy cheek we used to
know? It can't be possible that is him."
The parents stand looking at tho gash in
the forehead from which the life oozed
out and they lift their hands and say:
O my son Absalom, my son. my son
Absalom; would God 1 ha 1 died for thee,
O Absalom, my son, my sou !"
Lorenzi tie Medici was very sick and
soma of bis superstitious friends thought
if they could dissolve a certain nnniber
of pearls in a cup and then he would
I .Irlnt tl.pn. it nnl,l mm him of th dU
I Miei g0 tueT wont around and they
gathered up all the beautiful pearls they
could find and they dissolved them in a
cup and the sick man drank them. O, it
was an expensive draught. But I toll
you of a more expensive draught than
that Drunkenaess pots into its cup the
pearl of physical health, the pearl of do
mestic happiness, the pearl of respecta
bility, the pearl of Christian hope, the
pearl of an everlasting Heavea aad presses
it to the hot lips.
I tell you the dram shop is tbe gate- of
helL The trouble is they do not put ap
the right kind of a sign. They have a
great many different kinds of signs now
on places where strong drink is sold. One
is called the "restaurant," and another is
called tbe saloon."' and another is called
the "hotel," and auother is called the
"sample room." What a name to give
one of those places? A "sample room!"
I saw a man on the steps of oue of those
"sample rooms' tbe other day dead
drank. I said to myself: "I suppose this
is a sample!" I tell you it is the gate oi
faeiL
"O," says seme man, "I am kind. I ant
indulgent to my family, I am right in many
respects. I ana very generous, and I have
too grand aad generous a mora" nature to
be overthrown in that way." Let me say
that the persoas who are in the most peril
have tbe lightest hearts, the best ednca
tioa, the brightest prospects. This sin
chooses tbe fattest lambs for its sacrifice.
The brightest garland are by this car
Landed hand of drunkenness torn on the
brow of the poet aad the orator. Charles
Lamb, answer! Thomas Hood, answer!
Sheridan, the English orator, answer!
Edgar A. Poe, answer! Juaina Brutus
Booth, answer.
O, come aad look over iato it while I
draw off the cover hang over it and look
down iato it and see the seething, boiling,
loathsome, smoking, agoaizing. blasphem
ing hell of tbe drunkard. Young man be
master of year appetites and passions.
There are hundreds might I not say
thousands? of young men in this hous
this moraiag young men of fair pros
pects. Put your trust ia the Lord God and
all is welL But ycu will be tempted. Per
haps yon may this moment be addressed
on the first Sabbath of yoar coming to the
great city, aad I give yoa this brotherly
counsel. I speak not in the perfunctory
way. I speak as aa older brother talks tc
a younger brother. I put my hand oa
your shoulder this day aad commend yoa
to Jesus Christ who himself was a young
man aad died while yot a young maa. aad
has sympathy for all yoang men. O, be
master, by the grace of God, of your ap
petites aad passions!
I close with a peroration. Ministers and
speakers are very apt to close with a per
oration, aad they generally roll ap some
grand Imagery to express what they have
te say. I close with a peroration
mightier thaa was over uttered by hamaa
lips. Two quotatioas. The first is this:
"Who hath woer who hath babbling?
who hath wounds withoat caase? They
that tarry loag at the wine, they that go
to seek mixed wine. Look not apon the
it is red. when it moveta itself
aright in the cup, for at the last it biteta
like a serpent aad stiBgeth like an ad
der." This is the other quotation. Make
up your mind as to which ia the mors im
pressive, I think ths last is themighter:
"Rejoice, O ycang asaa, in thy youth, aad
let thy heart cheer thee ia the days of
thy yoath, aad walk thou in the sight of
thiae eyes; bat know that for all these
things Gad will bring thee into jadg-
awMufttW
m "
A Harlem parent lately induced a r
croupy youngster to snake a hearty
meal of buckwheat cakes and -fhaplf
molasses," but the latter provedto be
a nice dose of squills. The boy said
ae thought Bosaethiag ailed the mo
lasses the very aiante his father told
"jfV to ea nil aa waated,-Texaa
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