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point you to those stronger tenfold over than you who began as you have, and who lost in the power of resistance before they knew they were in the power of the tempter. This demon, like death, seems to love a shining mark He only is fortified who has determined not to yield to the first templalion.
There is but one class whence he has never drawn a victim. That class has defied him, and will to the er.d. It is we who stand, God helping us, with our feet on this rock of safety, against which the waves may dash, but they shall dash in vain. I implore you to come and stand with us. I plead with you to come, for I believo that all mankind are my brethren. I believe in the fatherhood of God and in the brotherhood of man. And when I see an inebriate reeling along the streets I feel that, though debased and fallen, he is my brother still, created in the image of God, destined to an eternal hereafter, and it should be your duty and mine to take him by the hand and seek to place his feet on the same rock on which we stand.
That is what gave such a wonderful triumph to the Washingtonians, this recognizing the duty of individual responsibility. How many of you have gone to your fellow-man when you have seen him on the shore of destruction and tried to save him? Not one! Not one! How dare you on your knees ask God to bless you and yours, when you have not thus proved that you love your neighbor as yourself! This duty ghould be impressed on your souls by your ministers in the pulpit, by yoor writers in the public press. More than all things clse in the land we need a temperance revival. Whom would it harm ? No one.
But come down to the individual home of the man who has become a slave to this demon. Do you find happiness there? Do you find contentment, prosperity? Ah, no. Do you find the wife's cheek lighting up with joy as her husband comes home when the shadows lengthen? Ah, no: her check pales at the step of him who pledged her a life of devotion for the love she gave to him. All things are warning you to beware of yielding to this evil. The Scriptures; the men reeling in their cups; your poor. houses, your prisons, the forsaken wives; all cry "beware.” In the language of an eminent champion of temperance, “When drink can easily be given up by you, give it up for the sake of your example on others; if it be difficult to give it up, give it up for your own sake."
Choose you this day whether you will stand with us on this rock, defying the snares, and evil, and misery, and woe, and desolation of the tempter, or whether, pursuing your present habit, you will go down the easy descent, till at last, dishonored and disgraced, baving lost tho respect of others and your own self-respect, you end a miserable and gloomy life by a home in the tomb, from which there is, if inspiration be true, no resurrection that shall take you to a better land.
KNOCKED ABOUT.-DANILL CONNOLLY.
Why don't I work? Well, sir, will you
Fellows like me ain't wanted much ;
Got a look o' the sea? Well, I'xpect that's so;
But thar warn't no shore to see round thar,
It ain't much to thank for that I'm alive,
AT THE WINDOW.-AN EXTRACT.
But Enoch yearned to see her face again ;
Was growing duller twilight, to the hill.
For Philip's dwelling fronted on the street,
Flourished a little garden square and walled :
For cups and silver on the burnished boara Sparkled and shone; so genial was the hearth; And on the right hand of the heartlı he saw Philip, the slighted suiter of old times, Stout, rosy, with his babe across his knees; And o'er her second father stoopt a girl, A later but a loftier Annie Lee, Fair-haired'and tall, and from her listed band Dangled a length of ribbon and a ring To tempt the babe, who reared his creasy arms, Caught at and ever missed it, and they laughed: And on the left hand of the hearth he saw The mother glancing often toward her babe, But turning now and then to speak with him, Her son, who stood beside her tall and strong, And saying that which pleased him, for be siniled.
Now when the dead man come to life beheld His wife, his wife no more, and saw the babeHers, yet not his, upon the father's knee, And all the warmth, the peace, the happiness, And his own children tall and beautiful, And him, that other, reigning in his place, Lord of his rights and of his children's love,Then he, though Miriam Lane had told him ali, Because things seen are mightier than things heard, Staggered and shook, holding the branch, and feared
To send abroad a shrill and terrible cry,
He therefore turning softly like a thief,
And there he would have knelt, but that his knees Were feeble, so that falling prone he dug His fingers into the wet earth, and prayed.
THOUGHTS OF "ENOCH ARDEN."
I've been reading “Enoch Arden,"
Where, with slow and measured tread,
That they still might think him dead.
If they lier resemblance bore-
Once again, and then no more.
He would see if time's rough fingers
Had with many a wrinkle traced-
On that dear, familiar face;
Might have left its traces there,
In among the auburn hair.
For the greatest earthly gladness,
Almost like the joys above,
Is the love of those we love.
Youthful cliaris completely veil,
If we think for us they pale.