Title: Questionable Amusements and Worthy Substitutes
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QUESTIONABLE AMUSEMENTS AND WORTHY SUBSTITUTES

By J. M. Judy



  Introduction by George H. Trever, Ph.D., D.D.  The manuscript of
  This book was not submitted to any publisher, but was put in its
  present form by JENNINGS & PYE, for a friend of the author.
  Address.  Chicago: Western Methodist Book Concern, 1904.



INTRODUCTION.

By George H. Trever, PH.D., D.D.

Author of Comparative Theology, etc.


A BOOK on "Questionable Amusements and Worthy Substitutes" is timely
to-day. Such a grouping of subject matter is in itself a commendation.
Possibly we have been saying "Don't" quite enough without offering the
positive substitute. The "expulsive power of a new affection" is, after
all, the mightiest agency in reform. "Thou shalt not" is quite easy to
say; but though the house be emptied, swept, and garnished, unless pure
angels hasten to occupy the vacated chambers, other spirits worse than
the first will soon rush in to befoul them again.

The author of these papers, the Rev. J.M. Judy, writes out of a full,
warm heart. We know him to be a correct, able preacher of the gospel,
and an efficient fisher of men. Having thoroughly prepared himself for
his work by courses in Northwestern University and Garrett Biblical
Institute, by travel in the South and West of our own country, and by a
visitation of the Old World, he has served on the rugged frontier of his
Conference, and among foreign populations grappling successfully with
some of the most difficult problems in modern Church work.

The following articles aroused much interest when delivered to his own
people, and must do good wherever read. In style they are clear and
vivid; in logical arrangement excellent; glow with sacred fervor, and
pulse with honest, eager conviction. We bespeak for them a wide reading,
and would especially commend them to the young people of our Epworth
Leagues.

WHITEWATER, WIS., March 2, 1904.



PREFACE.

"QUESTIONABLE Amusements and Worthy Substitutes" is a consideration of
the "so-called questionable amusements," and an outlook for those forms
of social, domestic, and personal practices which charm the life, secure
the present, and build for the future. To take away the bad is good; to
give the good is better; but to take away the bad and to give the good
in its stead is best of all. This we have tried to do, not in our own
strength, but with the conscious presence of the Spirit of God.

The spiritual indifference of Christendom to-day as one meets with it
in all forms of Christian work has led us to send out this message.
"Questionable Amusements," form both a cause and a result of this
widespread indifference. An underlying cause of this indifference among
those who profess to be followers of Jesus Christ, is lack of conviction
for sin, want of positive faith in the fundamental truths of the
Scriptures, too little and superficial prayer, and lack of personal,
soul-saving work. Is the class-meeting becoming extinct? Is the
prayer-meeting lifeless? Is the revival spirit decaying? Is family
worship formal, or has it ceased? However some may answer these
questions, still we believe that the Church has a warm heart, and that
signs of her vigorous life are expressed in her tenacious hold for high
moral standards, and in her generous GIVING of money and of men.

Our point of view has been that of the person, old or young, regardless
of sect, race, party, occupation, or circumstances, who has a life to
live, and who wants to make the most out of it for himself and for his
fellow-men, and who believes that he will find this life disclosed in
nature, in history, and in the Word of God. J.M.J.

ORFORDVILLE, WIS., March, 1904.



CONTENTS

    PART I.
    QUESTIONABLE AMUSEMENTS

    CHAPTER
    I    TOBACCO
    II   DRUNKENNESS
    III  GAMBLING, CARDS
    IV   DANCING
    V    THEATER-GOING

    PART II
    WORTHY SUBSTITUTES

    VI   BOOKS AND READING
    VII  SOCIAL RECREATION
    VIII FRIENDSHIP
    IX   TRAVEL
    X    HOME AND THE HOME-MAKER



PART I. QUESTIONABLE AMUSEMENTS.

     "The excesses of our youth are drafts on our old age,
     payable about one hundred years after date without
     interest."--JOHN RUSKIN.



I. TOBACCO.

Tobacco wastes the body. It is used for the nicotine that is in it. This
peculiar ingredient is a poisonous, oily, colorless liquid, and gives to
tobacco its odor. This odor and the flavor of tobacco are developed by
fermentation in the process of preparation for use. "Poison" is commonly
defined as "any substance that when taken into the system acts in
an injurious manner, tending to cause death or serious detriment
to health." And different poisons are defined as those which act
differently upon the human organism. For example, one class, such as
nicotine in tobacco, is defined as that which acts as a stimulant or
an irritant; while another class, such as opium, acts with a quieting,
soothing influence. But the fact is that poison does not act at all
upon the human system, but the human system acts upon the poison. In
one class of poisons, such as opium, the reason why the system does not
arouse itself and try to cast off the poison, is that the nerves become
paralyzed so that it can not. And in the case of nicotine in tobacco the
nerves are not thus paralyzed, so that they try in every way to cast off
the poison. Let the human body represent the house, and the sensitive
nerves and the delicate blood vessels the sleeping inmates of that
house. Let the Foe Opium come to invade that house and to destroy the
inmates, for every poison is a deadly Foe. At the first appearance of
this subtle Foe terror is struck into the heart of the inmates, so that
they fall back helpless, paralyzed with fear. When the Intruder Tobacco
comes, he comes boisterously, rattling the windows and jostling the
furniture, so that the inmates of the house set up a life-and-death
conflict against him.

This is just what happens when tobacco is taken into the human system.
Every nerve cries out against it, and every effort is made to resist it.
You ask, Will one's body be healthier and live longer without tobacco
than with it? We answer, by asking, Will one's home be happier and more
prosperous without some deadly Foe continually invading it, or with such
a Foe? When the membranes and tissues of the body, with their host of
nerves and blood vessels, have to be fighting against some deadly poison
in connection with their ordinary work, will they not wear out sooner
than if they could be left to do their ordinary work quietly? To
illustrate: A particle of tobacco dust no sooner comes into contact with
the lining membrane of the nose, than violent sneezing is produced.
This is the effort of the besieged nerves and blood vessels to protect
themselves. A bit of tobacco taken into the mouth causes salivation
because the salivary glands recognize the enemy and yield an increased
flow of their precious fluid to wash him away. Taken into the stomach
unaccustomed to its presence, and it produces violent vomiting. The
whole lining membrane of that much-abused organ rebels against such an
Intruder, and tries to eject him. Tobacco dust and smoke taken into
the lungs at once excretes a mucous-like fluid in the mouth, throat,
windpipe, bronchial tubes, and in the lungs themselves. Excretions such
as this mean a violent wasting away of vitality and power. Taken in
large quantities into the stomach, tobacco not only causes an excretion
of mucus from the mouth, throat, and breathing organs, but it produces
an overtaxing of the liver; that is, this organ overworks in order to
counteract the presence of the poison. But one asks, If tobacco is so
injurious, why is it used with such apparent pleasure? A small quantity
of tobacco received into the system by smoking, chewing, or snuffing is
carried through the circulation to the skin, lungs, liver, kidneys, and
to all the organs of the body, by which it is moderately resisted. The
result is a gentle excitement of all these organs. They are in a state
of morbid activity. And as sensibility depends upon vital action of
the bodily organisms, there is necessarily produced a degree of
sense gratification or pleasure. The reason why these sensations are
pleasurable instead of painful is, in this state of moderate excitement
the circulation is materially increased without being materially
unbalanced. But as with every sense indulgence, when the craving for
increased doses becomes satisfied, when larger doses are taken the
circulation becomes unbalanced, vital resistance centers in one point,
congestion occurs, then the sensation becomes one of pain instead of one
of pleasure. This disturbance or excitement caused by tobacco is nothing
more nor less than disease. For it is abnormal action, and abnormal
action is fever, and fever is disease. It is state on good authority,
"that no one who smokes tobacco before the bodily powers are developed
ever makes a strong, vigorous man." Dr. H. Gibbons says: "Tobacco
impairs digestion, poisons the blood, depresses the vital powers, causes
the limbs to tremble, and weakens and otherwise disorders the heart." It
is conceded by the medical profession that tobacco causes cancer of the
tongue and lips, dimness of vision, deafness, dyspepsia, bronchitis,
consumption, heart palpitation, spinal weakness, chronic tonsillitis,
paralysis, impotency, apoplexy, and insanity. It is held by some men
that tobacco aids digestion. Dr. McAllister, of Utica, New York, says
that it "weakens the organs of Digestion and assimilation, and at length
plunges one into all the horrors of dyspepsia."

*Tobacco dulls the mind.* It does this not only by wasting the body,
the physical basis of the mind, but it does it through habits of
intellectual idleness, which the user of tobacco naturally forms.
Whoever heard of a first-class loafer who did not e-a-t the weed or burn
it, or both? On the rail train recently we were compelled to ride for
an hour in the smoking-car, which Dr. Talmage has called "the nastiest
place in Christendom." In front of me sat a young man, drawing and
puffing away at a cigar, polluting the entire region about him. In the
short hour enough time was lost by that young man to have carefully read
ten pages of the best standard literature. All this we observed by
an occasional glance from the delightful volume in our own hands. The
ordinary user of tobacco has little taste for reading, little passion
for knowledge, and superficial habits of continued reasoning. His
leisure moments are absorbed in the sense-gratification of the weed. But
if as much attention had been given in acquiring the habit of reading as
had been given in learning the use of tobacco, the most valuable of all
habits would take the place of one of the most useless of all habits.
When we see a person trying to read with a cigar or a pipe in his mouth,
Knowing that nine-tenths of his real consciousness is given to his
smoking, and one-tenth to what he is reading, we are reminded of the
commercial traveler who "wanted to make the show of a library at home,
so he wrote to a book merchant in London, saying: 'Send me six feet of
theology, and about as much metaphysics, and near a yard of civil law in
old folio.'" Not a sentimentalist, a reformer, nor a crank, but Dr. James
Copeland says: "Tobacco weakens the nervous powers, favors a dreamy,
imaginative, and imbecile state of mind, produces indolence and
incapacity for manly or continuous exertion, and sinks its votary into
a state of careless inactivity and selfish enjoyment of vice." Professor
L. H. Gause writes: "The intellect becomes duller and duller, until at
last it is painful to make any intellectual effort, and we sink into a
sensuous or sensual animal. Any one who would retain a clear mind, sound
lungs, undisturbed heart, or healthy stomach, must not smoke or chew the
poisonous plant." It is commonly known that in a number of American and
foreign colleges, by actual testing, the non-user of tobacco is superior
in mental vigor and scholarship to the user of it. In view of this fact,
our Government will not allow the use of tobacco at West Point or
at Annapolis. And in the examinations in the naval academy a large
percentage of those who fail to pass, fail because of the evil effects
of smoking.

Tobacco drains the pocketbook. "Will you please look through my mouth
and nose?" asked a young man once of a New York physician. The man of
medicine did so, and reported nothing there. "Strange! Look again. Why,
sir, I have blown ten thousand dollars--a great tobacco plantation and a
score of slaves--through that nose." The Partido cigar regularly retails
at from twenty-five to thirty cents each. An ordinary smoker will smoke
four cigars a day. Three hundred and sixty-five dollars a year, besides
his treating. A small fortune every ten years! A neighbor of ours on the
farm used to go to town in the spring and buy enough chewing tobacco
to last him until after harvest, and flour to last the family for two
weeks. Among all classes of people this useless drain of the pocketbook
is increasing. In our country last year more money was spent for tobacco
than was spent for foreign missions, for the Churches, and for public
education, all combined. Our tobacco bill in one year costs our Nation
more than our furniture and our boots and shoes; more than our flour and
our silk goods; one hundred and forty-five million dollars more than all
our printing and publishing; one hundred and thirty-five million dollars
more than the sawed lumber of the Nation. Each year France buys of us
twenty-nine million pounds of tobacco, Great Britain fifty millions,
and Germany sixty-nine million pounds, to say nothing of how much these
nations import from other countries. Never before has the use of tobacco
been so widespread as to-day. "The Turks and Persians are the greatest
smokers in the world. In India all classes and both sexes smoke; in
China the practice--perhaps there more ancient--is universal, and girls
from the age of eight or nine wear as an appendage to their dress a
small silken pocket to hold tobacco and a pipe." Nor can the expense and
widespread use of tobacco be defended on the ground that it is a luxury,
for the abstainer from tobacco counts it the greater luxury not to use
it. The only explanation for its use is, that it is a habit which binds
one hand and foot, and from which no person with ordinary will power in
his own strength can free himself.

Tobacco blunts the moral nature. It is not certain how long tobacco
has been used as a narcotic. Some authorities hold that the smoking of
tobacco was an ancient custom among the Chinese. But if this is true, we
know that it did not spread among the neighboring nations. When Columbus
came to America he found the natives of the West Indies and the American
Indian smoking the weed. With the Indian its use has always had a
religious and legal significance. Early in the sixteenth century tobacco
was introduced into England, later into Spain, and still later, in 1560,
into Italy. Used for its medicinal properties at first, soon it came
to be used as a luxury. The popes of Italy saw its harm and thundered
against it. The priests and sultans of Turkey declared smoking a crime.
One sultan made it punishable with death. The pipes of smokers were
thrust through their noses in Turkey, and in Russia the noses of smokers
were cut off in the earlier part of the seventeenth century. "King James
I of England issued a counterblast to tobacco, in which he described its
use as a 'custom loathsome to the eye, hateful to the nose, harmful
to the brain, dangerous to the lungs, and in the black, stinking fumes
thereof nearest resembling the horrible Stygian smoke of the pit that is
bottomless.'" As one contrasts this sentiment with the practice of the
present sovereign of England, his breath is almost taken away in his
great fall from the sublime to the ridiculous!

While we do not believe a moderate use of tobacco for a mature person is
necessarily a sin, yet we do believe that it does blunt the moral sense,
and soon leads to spiritual weakness and indifference, which are sins.
To love God with all one's heart, mind, soul, and strength, and
one's neighbor as himself, means not only a denial of that which is
questionable in morals, but a practice of that which is positively good.
However noble or worthy in character may be some who use tobacco, yet by
common consent it is a "tool of the devil." Every den of gamblers,
every low-down grogshop, every smoking-car, every public resort and
waiting-room departments for men, every rendezvous of rogues, loafers,
villains, and tramps is thoroughly saturated with the vile stench of the
cuspidor and the poisonous odors of the pipe and cigar. "Rev. Dr. Cox
abandoned tobacco after a drunken loafer asked him for a light." Not
until then had he seen and felt the disreputable fraternity that existed
between the users of tobacco.

Owen Meredith gives us a standard of strength and freedom, which is an
inspiration to every lover of rounded, perfected manhood and womanhood:

    "Strong is that man, he only strong,
     To whose well-ordered will belong,
      For service and delight,
    All powers that in the face of wrong
      Establish right.

    And free is he, and only he,
    Who, from his tyrant passions free,
      By fortune undismayed,
    Has power within himself to be,
      By self obeyed.

    If such a man there be, where'er
    Beneath the sun and moon he fare,
      He can not fare amiss;
    Great nature hath him in her care.
      Her cause is his."

Only let the "will," the "powers," the "freedom," and the "self" of
which the writer speaks become the "Christ will," the "Christ powers,"
the "Christ freedom," and the "Christ self." Then the strongest chains
of bondage must fly into flinters. For "if the Son make you free, ye are
free indeed." (John viii, 36.)



II. DRUNKENNESS.


I. A TEMPERANCE PLATFORM.


WE bring to you three words of counsel with respect to this subject.
First, Beware of the Social Glass; second, Study the Drink Evil; third,
Openly oppose it. This is a Temperance Platform upon which every sober,
informed, and conscientious person may stand. Would it be narrow or
uncharitable to assert that not to stand upon this platform argues that
one is not sober, or not informed, or not conscientious? The crying
need of to-day is, that men and women shall be urged into positions of
conviction and activity against this most colossal evil of our time.
In our country the responsibility for drunkenness rests not with the
illiterate, blasphemous, ex-prison convicts who operate the 250,000
saloons of our Nation, nor yet with the 250,000 finished products of
the saloon who go down into drunkards' graves every year, but with the
sober, respectable, hard-working, voting citizens of our country.
Nor does this exempt women, whose opportunity to shape the moral and
political convictions of the home is far greater than that of the men.
When the women of America say to the saloon, You go! the saloon will
have to go. The moral and political measures of any people are easily
traceable to the sisters and wives and mothers of that people. You and I
and every ordinary citizen of our country had as well try to escape our
own shadow, as to try to escape the responsibility that rests upon us
for the drunkenness of our people. To help us to do our whole duty in
our day and generation in this matter is the purpose of our message.

II. BEWARE OF THE SOCIAL GLASS.

The first and least thing that one can do to destroy drunkenness, is
to be a total abstainer. Beware of the social glass! But quickly one
replies, "Why should there be any social glass?" "Why allow sparkling,
attractive springs of refreshing poison to issue forth in all of our
social centers, and then cry to our sons and daughters, to our brothers
and sisters, Beware?" My friend, we must deal with facts as they are.
There should not be a social glass; but what has that to do with
the fact that the social glass is here? You answer, "Why allow these
fountains of death to exist?" while we cry to our loved ones, "Beware!"
We do not advocate the presence of these fountains; but while we seek
to destroy them beseechingly we cry, "Beware!" The social factor in the
liquor traffic is its Gibraltar of defense. Rare is the young man who
has the intellectual stamina and moral courage to resist the invitations
to take a social drink. And in our frontier and foreign towns many of
our bright and respected girls use the social glass. But in its use is
the beginning of a fateful end. The subtlest thing in this world is sin.
Listen!

    "Sin is a monster of so frightful mien;
      To be hated needs but to be seen;
      But seen too oft, familiar with the face,
      We first endure, then pity, then embrace."

The subtle thing about it is, that the first embracing of any sin seems
to be but a trifling, an occasional affair. For one who lives in an
ordinary city of a thousand inhabitants or upwards, unless he is an
"out-and-out" Christian and selects only associates like himself, it
becomes a real Embarrassment not to indulge in a social drink. It seems
polite, clever, the kindly thing to do. And the sad fact is, that the
majority of unchristian young people and many older ones do not decline.
To prove this we have but to look at the human wrecks along the shore.
Two young men lived near our home. Their parents were well-to-do. The
family grew tired of the farm and moved to town. The boys fell in with
bad company. They did not decline the social glass. Soon they furnished
other young men with drink from their own pocket. This was fifteen years
ago. To-day one of them is a hardened sinner, violent in his passions
and blasphemous against God. The other one, having spent a term in our
Illinois State University at Champaign, married a beautiful neighbor
girl and moved to Missouri. Here he lived off the money of his father's
estate, practicing his early-learned habits of drinking, gambling, and
loafing. He moved from State to State until, finally left in poverty,
he tended bar in a saloon. While visiting with relatives in his old
neighborhood a few years ago he stole a watch and some money from
his own nephew, and was tried in the courts, and sentenced to the
penitentiary for one year. His wife, having carried the burden of
disgrace and want through all these years, with the seven unfortunate
children were released from him to struggle alone. All this we have seen
with our own eyes as the years have come and gone. The downfall and ruin
of this young man, and the unsaved fate of his brother, easily may be
traceable to the "social glass" and the boon companions of the social
glass--tobacco and playing-cards. Last year I met a man who had prided
himself in the fact that he could drink or let it alone, and thought
that it was all right to take a "social glass" occasionally. Election
time came around; he fell in with his friends, and, as one always will
do sooner or later who tampers with it at all, went too far. Before he
knew it he was as low in the gutter as a beast. It was three days before
he was a sober man again. He work had ceased, he had disgusted his
fellow-workmen, disgraced his Christian family, and had humiliated
himself so that he was ashamed to look any man in the face until he had
repented of his sins before God, and had promised Him, by His help, that
he would never drink another glass. What a pleasure it was to hear that
old man, as he is close to sixty years of age, to hear him tell in a
spirited religious service of how he had strayed from his path and had
got lost in the woods, but thanked God that he was out of the woods, and
by His help would remain out. When we become undone in Christ He lifts
us up and starts us on our new way rejoicing in His love. If Christ
Himself were here in body, do you know what He would advise on this
point? He would say: "As it is written;" "Look not thou upon the wine
when it is red, when it giveth its color in the cup, when it goeth down
smoothly: at the last it biteth like a serpent and stingeth like an
adder." Beware of the social glass, my friend, for though it promises
pleasure, it gives but pain; it promises joy, it gives but sorrow; it
promises deliverance, it gives but eternal death!

III. STUDY THE DRINK EVIL.

We hear it said, "No use to picture the horrors of the drink evil; every
one knows them already." In part, this is true. All of us know more than
we wish it were possible to be true; and yet no one can ever realize
its horrors until caught, and torn, and mangled in its pinching, jagged,
griping meshes. It is one thing to know by a distant glance, it is
another thing to know by the pangs of a broken heart and of a wrecked
life. For those who are not thus caught in its meshes to realize its
horrors so as to seek its destruction but one course is possible;
namely, To study the evil. Let the teacher tell of its ravages; let the
minister proclaim its curses; let the poet sing it; the painter paint
it; the editor report it; the novelist portray it; the scientist
describe it; the philosopher decry it; the sisters and wives and mothers
denounce it--until all shall unite in smiting it to its death!

We should study the drink evil in its relation to disease. That strong
drink tends to produce disease is no longer questioned. "During the
cholera in New York City in 1832, of two hundred and four cases in the
Park Hospital only six were temperate, and all of these recovered; while
one hundred and twenty-two of the others died. In Great Britain in the
same year five-sixths of all who perished were intemperate. In one
or two villages every drunkard died, while not a single member of a
temperance society lost his life." "In Paisley, England, in 1848, there
were three hundred and thirty-seven cases of cholera, and every case
except one was a dram-drinker. The cases of cholera were one for every
one hundred and eighty-one inhabitants; but among the temperate portion
there was only one case to each two thousand." "Of three hundred and
eighty-six persons connected with the total abstinence societies only
one died, and he was a reformed drunkard" of three months' standing. "In
New Orleans during the last epidemic the order of the Sons of Temperance
appointed a committee to ascertain the number of deaths from cholera
among their members. It was found that there were twelve hundred and
forty-three members in the city and suburbs, and among these only three
deaths had occurred, being only one-sixth the average death-rate." "In
New York, in 1832, only two out of five thousand members of temperance
societies died." The Northwestern Life Insurance Company of Milwaukee,
Wisconsin, one of the oldest and most successful Companies in the
Northwest, has lived for nearly forty years next neighbor to lager beer
interests. The shrewd men of this company have studied the influence of
the beer industry upon those who engage in it. The result is, that they
will no longer grant an insurance policy to a beer-brewer, nor to any
one in any way engaged in the business. In their own words their reason
is this: "Our statistics show that our business has been injured by the
short lives of those men who drink lager beer."

Then, we need to study the drink evil in its relation to society. "A
recent report of the chaplain of the Madalen Society of New York shows
that of eight-nine fallen women in the asylum at one time, all but
two ascribed their fall to the effect of the drink habit." "A lady
missionary makes the statement that of two thousand sinful women known
personally to her, there were only ten cases in which intoxicating
liquors were not largely responsible for their fall." "A leading worker
for reform in New York says that the suppression of the curse of strong
drink would include the destruction of ninety-nine of every one hundred
of the houses of ill-fame." "A missionary on going at the written
request of one of these lost women to rescue her from a den of infamy
remonstrated with her for being even then slightly under the influence
of drink." "Why," was her indignant reply as tears filled her eyes,
"do you suppose we girls are so dead that we have lost our memories of
mother, home, and everything good? No, indeed; and if it were not for
liquor and opium, we would all have to run away from our present life or
go mad by pleadings of our own hearts and home memories."

Only by a study of the drink evil shall we know its ravages in the home.
Those of us who have lived in the pure air of free, country home-life
can not easily realize the moral plague of drunkenness as it blights the
home in the crowded districts of city slum life. Nor is the home of the
city alone cursed by the drink evil. Three years ago this last holiday
season we were doing some evangelistic work in a neighboring town, a
mere village of a couple hundred inhabitants. I shall never forget
how the mother of a dejected home cried and pleaded for help from the
ravages of her drunken husband. She said that he had spent all of his
wages, and had made no provision for the home, in furniture, in books
for the children, nor in clothing for them nor for her. She had come
almost to despair, and was blaming God for allowing her little ones to
suffer because of a worthless man. O, the world is full of this sort of
thing to-day, if we only knew the sighs and heartaches and blasted hopes
of those who suffer! In a smoking-car one day a commercial traveler
refused to drink with his old comrades, by saying: "No, I won't drink
with you to-day, boys. The fact is, boys, I have sworn off." He was
taunted and laughed at, and urged to tell what had happened to him. They
said: "If you've quit drinking, something's up; tell us what it is."
"Well, boys," he said, "I will, though I know you will laugh at me; but
I will tell you all the same. I have been a drinking man all my life,
and have kept it up since I was married, as you all know. I love whisky;
it's as sweet in my mouth as sugar, and God only knows how I'll quit it.
For seven years not a day has passed over my head that I didn't have
at least one drink. But I am done. Yesterday I was in Chicago. Down on
South Clark Street a customer of mine keeps a pawnshop in connection
with his business. I called on him, and while I was there a young man of
not more than twenty-five, wearing thread-bare clothes, and looking
as hard as if he had not seen a sober day for a month, came in with a
little package in his hand. Tremblingly he unwrapped it, and handed the
articles to the pawnbroker, saying, 'Give me ten cents.' And, boys, what
do you suppose that package was? A pair of baby's shoes; little things
with the buttons only a trifle soiled, as if they had been worn once
or twice. 'Where did you get them?' asked the pawnbroker. 'Got 'em at
home,' replied the man, who had an intelligent face and the manner of a
gentleman, despite his sad condition. 'My wife bought 'em for our baby.
Give me ten cents for 'em. I want a drink.' 'You had better take those
back to your wife; the baby will need them,' said the pawnbroker. 'No,
she won't..She's lying at home now; she died last night.' As he said
this the poor fellow broke down, bowed his head on the showcase, and
cried like a child. 'Boys,' said the drummer, 'you can laugh if you want
to, but I have a baby of my own at home, and by the help of God I'll
never drink another drop.'" The man went into another car, the bottle
had disappeared, and the boys pretended to read some papers that lay
scattered about the car. Ah, this is only one out of hundreds of such
scenes that are being enacted every day in our saloon-cursed cities.

We should study the drink evil to see how it makes people poor and keeps
them poor. A story is told of a drinking man who related to his family
a dream that he had had the night before. He dreamed that he saw three
cats, a fat one, a lean one, and a blind one; and he was anxious to
know what it meant that he should have such a strange dream. Quickly
his little boy answered, "I can tell what it means. The fat cat is the
saloon-keeper who sells you drink, the lean cat is mother and me, and
the blind cat is yourself." "In one of our large cities," one day, "a
laboring man, leaving a saloon, saw a costly carriage and pair of horses
standing in front, occupied by two ladies elegantly dressed, conversing
with the proprietor. 'Whose establishment is that?' he said to the
saloon-keeper, as the carriage rolled away. 'It is mine,' replied the
dealer, proudly. 'It cost thirty-five hundred dollars. My wife and
daughter couldn't do without that.' The mechanic bowed his head a
moment in deep thought; then, looking up, said with the energy of a man
suddenly aroused by some startling flash, 'I see it!' 'I see it!' 'See
what?' asked the saloonkeeper. 'See where for years my wages have gone.
I helped to pay for that carriage, for those horses and gold-mounted
harnesses, and for the silks and laces for your family. The money I have
earned, that should have given my wife and children a home of their own
and good clothing, I have spent at your bar. By the help of God I will
never spend another dime for drink.'" South Milwaukee has five thousand
inhabitants. Three large mills operate there. A reliable business man,
foreman in one of the mills, told me that the laboring people of South
Milwaukee put $25,000 each month into the tills of the saloons. Dr. J.O.
Peck, one of the most successful pastor evangelists of recent years,
tells of a man who crossed Chelsea Ferry to Boston one morning, and
turned into Commercial Street for his usual glass. As he poured out the
poison, the saloonkeeper's wife came in, and confidently asked for $500
to purchase an elegant shawl she had seen at the store of Jordan, March
& Co.. He drew from his pocket a well-filled pocketbook, and counted out
the money. The man outside the counter pushed aside his glass untouched,
and laying down ten cents departed in silence. That very morning his
devoted Christian wife had asked him for ten dollars to buy a cloak, so
that she might look presentable at church. He had crossly told her he
had not the money. As he left the saloon he thought, 'Here I am helping
to pay for five-hundred-dollar cashmeres for that man's wife, but my
wife asks in vain for a ten-dollar cloak. I can't stand this. I have
spent my last dime for drink.' When the next pay-day came that meek,
loving wife was surprised with a beautiful cloak from her reformed
husband. She could scarcely believe her own eyes as he laid it on the
table. 'There, Emma, is a present for you. I have been a fool long
enough; forgive me for the past, and I will never touch liquor again.'
She threw her arms around his neck, and the hot tears told her heartfelt
joy as she sobbed out: 'Charley, I thank you a thousand times. I never
expected so nice a cloak. This seems like other days. You are so good,
and I am so happy.'" The drink bill of our Nation for last year was over
a billion of dollars, more money than was spent for missions--home and
foreign--for all of our Churches, for public education, for all the
operations of courts of justice and of public officers, and at least for
two of the staple products of use in our country, such as furniture and
flour. More than for all these was the money that our Nation paid for
drink last year. When the people of our country get their eyes open to
the cost and degradation of the drink evil, something definite will be
done by every one against it.

The drink evil in its relation to lawlessness and crime, and to
political corruption, reveal still more ghastly aspects of it than we
have yet mentioned. The saloon strikes at the very heart, not only of
law and order, but at personal liberty and justice in securing law and
order. It was in a police court in Cincinnati on Monday morning. Before
the judge stood two stalwart policeman and a woman. She was charged
with disorderly conduct on the street and with disturbing the peace.
The policemen were sworn, and one of them told this story, to which the
other one agreed. He said: "I arrested the woman in front of a saloon
on Broadway on Saturday night. She had raised a great disturbance, was
fighting and brawling with men in the saloon, and the saloonkeeper put
her out. She used the foulest language, and with an awful threat struck
at the saloonkeeper with all her force. I then arrested her, took her to
the detention house, and locked her up." The saloonkeeper was called to
the witness stand, and said: "I know dis voman's vas making disturbance
by my saloon. She comes and she makes troubles, und she fights mit me,
und I put her de door oud. I know her all along. She vas pad vomans."
The judge turned to the trembling woman and said: "This is a pretty
clear case, madam; have you anything to say in your defense?" "Yes,
Judge," she answered, in a strangely calm, though trembling, voice:
"I am not guilty of the charge, and these men standing before you have
perjured their souls to prevent me from telling the truth. It was they,
not I, who violated the law. I was in the saloon last Saturday night,
and I will tell you how it happened. My husband did not come home from
work that evening, and I feared he had gone to the saloon. I knew he
must have drawn his week's wages, and we needed it all so badly. I put
the little ones to bed, and then waited all alone through the weary
hours until after the city clock struck twelve. Then I thought the
saloons will be closed, and he will be put out on to the street.
Probably he will not be able to get home, and the police will arrest him
and lock him up. I must go and find him, and bring him home. I wrapped
a shawl about me and started out, leaving the little ones asleep in bed.
And, Judge, I have not seen them since." She did not give way to tears,
for the worst grief can not weep. She continued: "I went to the saloon,
where I thought most like he would be. It was about twenty minutes
after twelve; but the saloon, that man's saloon"--pointing to the
saloonkeeper, who now wanted to crouch out of sight--"was still open,
and my husband and these two policemen were standing at the bar drinking
together. I stepped up to my husband and asked him to go home with me;
but the men laughed at him, and the saloonkeeper ordered me out. I said,
'No, I want my husband to go home with me.' Then I tried to tell him
how badly we were needing the money that he was spending; and then the
saloon-keeper cursed me, and told me to leave. Then I confess I could
stand no more, and said, 'You ought to be prosecuted for violating the
midnight closing law.' At this the saloonkeeper and policemen rushed
upon me and put me into the street; and one of the policemen, grasping
my arm like a vice, hissed in my ear, 'I'll get you a thirty days'
sentence in the workhouse, and then we'll see what you think about suing
people.' He called a patrol wagon, pushed me in, and drove to jail; and,
Judge, you know the rest. All day yesterday I was locked up, my children
at home alone, with no fire, no food, no mother." The judge dismissed
the woman; but the saloonkeeper, the perjured policemen, nor the corrupt
judge were ever prosecuted for their unlawfulness. The whole affair was
dropped because the saloon power in Cincinnati reigns supreme.
"This case is a matter of record in the Cincinnati courts." It is a
disgraceful fact that the liquor-traffic rules in politics to-day. A
saloonkeeper in Richmond, Virginia, overheard some one talking of
reform in municipal politics, when he scornfully said: "Any bar-room in
Richmond is a bigger man in politics than all the Churches in Richmond
put together."

IV. THE PRACTICAL QUESTION FOR US HERE AND NOW IS, How may we openly
oppose this drink evil?

The Churches need not expect a widespread revival of religion until
professing Christians do their duty with respect to the saloon. Mothers
and fathers need not expect their sons to remain sober while the saloon
opens to them day and night. Wives need not expect their husbands to
remain devoted and loyal until the saloon is abolished. What is our
duty? How shall we oppose the evil? How do the American people deal with
evils when they deal with them at all? When Great Britain went a little
too far in "taxation without representation," what course did the
American Colonies adopt in remedying the evil? Their chief men said,
"These Colonies are, and of right ought to be, free and independent
States." The popular voice of the people decided it. When the British
Government unduly impressed American seamen, how was the difficulty
settled? The representatives of the people, their lawmakers, declared
war against the opposing nation, and forced her to cease her oppression.
The popular vote decided it. When Negro slavery darkened the entire sky
of our country, and caused our leading men to realize that we could not
long exist half-slave and half-free, how was the dark cloud dispelled?
The representatives of our people, the lawmakers of the land, in
letters of blood wrote the immortal Thirteenth Amendment to the American
Constitution: "Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as a
punishment for crime, whereof the person shall have been duly convicted,
shall exist within the United States, or any place subject to their
jurisdiction." When we wanted to increase our territory in 1803, and in
1845, and in 1867, how did we go about it? The representatives of the
people, the lawmakers of the land, voted to make the purchases, and
they were made. When a Territory is organized, or a State comes into the
Union, what is done? The representatives of the people, the lawmakers
of the land, vote upon it, and it is done. When treaties are to be
made with foreign countries; when immigration of foreigners is to be
regulated; when money is to be borrowed or coined; when post-offices and
post-roads are to be established; when counterfeiting is to be punished,
and public abuses are to be reformed, whose business is it? The
Constitution of the United States says the representatives of the
people, the lawmakers of the land, have this power. When will the drink
evil cease in our country? When our representatives in Congress, or
lawmakers, stand for the abolition of the American saloon, and vote it
out of existence; then, and not until then, will drunkenness cease. When
will we have representatives in Congress, lawmakers who will stand for
the abolition of the saloon, and who will vote it out of existence? Not
until you and I have select them, and place them there with our vote.
To expect Christian temperance in our country from any other source is
absolute folly.

The abolition of drunkenness by local option is selfish, unpractical,
and unscriptural. You vote the liquor-traffic out of your town; we vote
it in ours. Remember every saloon exists only by vote of the people.
Your young people come over to our town for drink. We have the curse of
God upon us. "Woe unto him that giveth his neighbor drink." (Hab. Ii,
15.) It is unpractical, for so long as intoxicants are made they will
be sold. It is selfish, for to vote against the saloon in your town
election, and to vote for it in your State or National election, is to
drive the mad-dog on past your door to the door of your neighbor, when
you might have killed him.

The abolition of drunkenness by regulating the traffic through license
is the most gigantic delusion that Satan ever worked upon an intelligent
people. It is a well-known truth that "limitation is the secret of
power." The best way to provoke an early marriage between devoted lovers
is bitterly to oppose them. The stream whose water spreads over its low
banks is without depth and current and power. But confine the waters
between high, narrow banks, the bed of the stream is deepened, and its
mighty current supports animal life and turns the wheels of mill and
factory. The regulation of the liquor-traffic by license makes it a
financial and political power second to none in America to-day. To vote
for any party or man who advocates liquor license, is to give a loyal
support to the American saloon.

To expect the abolition of drunkenness solely through processes of
education is to preach one thing and to practice another. It is to
perpetuate an evil that costs two hundred and fifty thousand precious
lives every year. It is to leave to the next generation a work that God
expects us to do here and now. Dr. Banks relates an incident witnessed
by Major Hilton on the coast of Scotland. "Just at the break of day the
people of a little hamlet on the coast were awakened by the boom of a
cannon over the stormy waves. They knew what it meant, for frequently
they had heard before the same signal of distress. Some poor souls were
out beyond the breakers perishing on a wrecked vessel, and in their last
extremity calling wildly for help. The people hastened from their houses
to the shore. Out there in the distance was a dismantled vessel pounding
itself to pieces. Perishing fellow-beings were clinging to the rigging,
and every now and then some one was swept off into the sea by the
furious waves. The life-saving crew was soon gathered. 'Man the
life-boat!' cried the man. "Where is Hardy?" But the foreman of the crew
was not there, and the danger was imminent. Aid must be immediate,
or all would be lost. The next in command sprang into the frail boat,
followed by the rest, all taking their lives in their hands in the hope
of saving others. O, how those on the shore watched their brave loved
ones as they dashed on, now over, now almost under the waves! They
reached the wreck. Like angels of deliverance they filled their craft
with almost dying men--men lost but for them. Back again they toiled,
pulling for the shore, bearing their precious freight. The first man
to help them land was Hardy, whose words rang above the roar of the
breakers: "Are you all here? Did you save them all?" With saddened faces
the reply came: "All but one. He couldn't help himself at all. We had
all we could carry. We couldn't save the last one." "Man the life-boat
again!" shouted Hardy. "I will go. What! leave one there to die alone?
A fellow-creature there, and we on shore? Man the life-boat now!
We'll save him yet." But who is this aged woman with worn garments and
disheveled hair, with agonized entreaty falling upon her knees beside
this brave, strong man? It is his mother! "O, my son! your father was
drowned in a storm like this. Your brother Will left me eight years ago,
and I have never seen his face since the day he sailed. No doubt he,
too, has found a watery grave. And now you will be lost, and I am old
and poor. O, stay with me!" "Mother," cried the man, "where one is in
peril, there is my place. If I am lost, God surely will care for you."
The plea of earnest faith prevailed. With a "God bless you, my boy!"
she released him, and speeded him on his way. Once more they watched and
prayed and waited--those on the shore--while every muscle was strained
toward the fast-sinking ship by those in the life-saving boat. At last
it reached the vessel. The clinging figure was lifted and helped to
its place. Back came the boat. How eagerly they looked and called in
encouragement, and cheered as it came nearer! "Did you get him?" was the
cry from the shore. Lifting his hands to his mouth to trumpet the words
on in advance of their landing, Hardy called back above the roar of the
storm, "Tell mother it is brother Will!"

My friend, simply talking and praying will not save our loved ones from
drunkards' graves. We must man the life-boat of municipal, State, and
National reform, and vote for principle and Christian temperance until
we save the last man. He may be "brother Will."



III. GAMBLING, CARD-PLAYING

GAMBLING has become a moral plague of modern society. In one form or
another it has entered the rank and file of every department of life--in
private parlor over cards; in hotel drawing-room over election reports;
in college athletic grounds over brains and brawn; in the counting-room
over the price of stocks; in the racing tournament over jockeying and
speed; in the Board of Trade hall over future prices of the necessaries
of life; in the den of iniquity at dice; in the drinking saloon at
the slot-machine; in the people's fair at the wheel of fortune; in the
gambling den itself at every conceivable form of swindling trick and
game. Gambling has come to be almost an omnipresent evil. In treating
this subject, it is our purpose to point out something of the nature
of its evil, not only that we may be kept from it but that we may save
others whom it threatens to destroy.

Gambling grows out of a misuse of the natural tendency to take risks. A
social vice is some social right misused. Men have the social right to
congregate to talk over measures of social and economic welfare. But if
they discuss measures which oppose the principles of free Government,
their meeting together becomes a crime against the State. A personal
vice is some personal right misused. As some one has put it, "Vice is
virtue gone mad." It is a personal right and a personal virtue to be
charitable, even beneficent. But since justice comes before mercy, if
one uses for charity that which should be used in payment of debt, his
virtue of beneficence becomes a vice of theft. So it is with gambling.
It is giving the natural tendency to chance, to risk an illegitimate
play. The person who is afraid to risk anything accomplishes but little
in any way, is seldom a speculator, and never a gambler. Usually the
gambler is the man who is naturally full of hazard, who loves to run
risks, to take chances. Nor will one find a more practical and useful
tendency in one's make-up than this. See the discoverer of America and
his brave crew for days and days sailing across an unknown sea toward an
unknown land. But that was the price of a New World. Note the hazard
and risk of our Pilgrim Fathers. But they gave to the world a new
colonization. See the Second greatest American on his knees before
Almighty God, promising him that he would free four million of slaves,
providing General Lee should be driven back out of Maryland. General
Lee was driven back, and that immortal though most hazardous of all
documents, from man's point of view, was read to his Cabinet and signed
by Abraham Lincoln. All great men have taken great risks. Not a section
of the United States has been settled without some risk. No business
enterprise is launched without some risk. To secure an education, to
learn a trade, to marry a wife, all involve some risk, much risk. The
tendency to risk, to hazard, to chance it is a practical and useful
tendency. Only let this tendency be governed always by wisdom
and justice. No person ever became a gambler until consciously or
unconsciously he forfeited wisdom and justice in his chances and risks.

Gambling takes a variety of forms. First of all is the professional
gambler. He has no other business. His investment is a "pack of cards"
and a box of "dice. See him with his long, slender fingers; with his
shaggy, unkempt hair; with keen eyes, and a sordid countenance. He is
prepared to "rake in" a thousand dollars a night, and would not hesitate
to strip any man of his fortune. The professional is found at county
fairs, on railway trains, in gilded dens, and at public resorts. Being a
professional outlaw, and subject at any time to arrest and imprisonment,
usually he has an accomplice. Sometimes a gang work together, so that
it is with perfect ease they may relieve any unwary novice of his money.
They know human nature on its low, mercenary side, and soon can find
their man in a crowd. But few persons have started out in life having
it for their aim to get something for nothing who, sooner or later, have
not been "taken in" by this gang of swindlers. They know their kind.
The end of the professional gambler is final loss and ruin. He will make
$100, he will make $500, he will make $1,000, he will make $2,000; then
he will lose all. Then he will borrow some money and start anew. And
again he will make $200, he will make $600, he will make $1,200, and he
will lose all. Like the winebibber and the professional murderer, the
professional gambler has his den. Not a large city in the world is
without these haunts of vice. Who is it that feeds and supports them?
The novice at cards and dice, husbands and sons of respectable families,
just as the occasional dram-taker supports the saloon. As one has asked:

    "Could fools to keep their own contrive,
  On whom, on what could gamesters thrive?"
                                     --GAY.

The penny novice seeks the penny gambling den. The aristocratic
speculator seeks the gilded gambling den. The expert trickster of large
luck and large fortune makes his way to Monte Carlo, the gambling Mecca
of the world. Monte Carlo is a famous resort situated in the northwest
part of Italy. It is notorious for its gambling saloon. This city of
nearly four thousand inhabitants is located in Monaco, the smallest
independent country in the world. Monaco is about eight miles square,
and lies on a "barren, rocky ridge between the sea and lofty, almost
inaccessible rocks." The soil is barren, except in small tracts
which are used for fruit-gardens. For centuries the inhabitants, the
Monagasques, lived by marauding expeditions, both by sea and land, and
by slight commerce with Genoa, Marseilles, and Nice. But in the
last century the people have converted their country and city into
a world-wide resort. In 1860, M. Blanc, a famous gambler and saloon
proprietor of two German cities, went to Monaco, and for an immense
sum of money received sole privilege to convert their province into a
gambler's paradise. Soon immense marble buildings arose in the midst
of such beauty as to make it a modern rival of the gardens of ancient
Babylon. Costly statues, gorgeous vases, graceful fountains, elegant
basins, and beautiful terraces, all of which are made alluring by
blooming plants, by light illuminations, and by free concerts of music
day and night,--these are the attractions in this gambler's paradise.
Here fortunes are won and lost in a night. For, as has been sung,

    "Dice will run the contrary way,
      As well is known to all who play,
        And cards will conspire as in treason."
                    --HOOD.

Then we have the speculator in commerce. He is the denizen of the Board
of Trade hall. He speculates on the prices of next week's, of next
month's meat and breadstuffs. And still this sort of gambler may be a
book-keeper in a bank, a farm hand, or a clerk in a grocery store. It
ha become so simple and so common a practice for persons to speculate on
the markets that any person with ten dollars, or twenty-five dollars,
or a hundred dollars may take his chances. Tens of thousands of dollars
to-day are being swept into this silent whirlpool, the gambler's
commerce.

Also we have the pool gambler. He is actuated by love of excitement. He
is found at the race course, at the baseball diamond, and at all sorts
of contests, where he may find opportunity to be on the outcome. It is
a common thing for young men to steal their employers' money, for young
girls to take their hard-earned wages to stake on games and races.
Recently $175,000 were paid for the exclusive gambling right for one
year at the Washington Park races in Chicago.

Last of all, we have the society gambler. He is growing numerous to-day.
He is the same person, whether clad in full dress in the drawing-room of
the worldling, or in common dress around the fireside of the unchristian
Church member. Like the professional gambler his instrument is "cards,"
and he can shake the "dice." His games are whist, progressive euchre,
and sometimes poker. The stakes now are not money, but the gratification
of excitement and the indulgence of passion. One, two, four hours go by
almost unnoticed. Prizes are offered for the best player. As a Catholic
priest told me after he had won a small sum with cards. Said he: "We
just put up a few dollars, you know, to lend devotions to the game."
So prizes are offered in the social gambling "to lend devotions to the
game." It is under such circumstances as these that young men and
young women receive their first lessons in card-playing. A passion for
card-playing is called forth, developed, and must be satisfied, even
though it takes one in low places among vile associates. "A Christian
gentleman came from England to this country. He brought with him $70,000
in money. He proposed to invest the money. Part of it was his own; part
of it was his mother's. He went into a Christian Church; was coldly
received, and said to himself: 'Well, if that is the kind of Christian
people they have in America, I don't want to associate with them much.'
So he joined a card-playing party. He went with them from time to
time. He went a little further on, and after a while he was in games of
chance, and lost all of the $70,000. Worse than that, he lost all of his
good morals; and on the night that he blew his brains out he wrote to
the lady to whom he was affianced an apology for the crime he was about
to commit, and saying in so many words, 'My first step to ruin was the
joining of that card party.'"

In all of its forms gambling is loaded down with evil. In the first
place it destroys the incentive to honest work. Let the average young
man win a hundred dollars at the races, it will so turn his head against
slow and honorable ways of getting money that he will watch for every
opportunity to get it easily and abundantly. The young girl who risks
fifty cents and gets back fifty dollars will no longer be of service as
a quiet, contented worker. The spirit of speculation, the passion to get
something for nothing, is calculated to destroy the incentive to honest
toil and to honorable methods of gain. As one values his character,
as he values his peace of mind, so should he zealously guard himself
against overfascinating games of chance. Once we had a family in our
Church who played cards, and who taught their children to play cards. Of
course these families had no time for prayer-meeting, nor for Christian
work. Card-playing for amusement or for money will create a passion
that must be satisfied, although one must give up home and business
and pleasure. In a town where we once lived a young man and his wife
attended our Church. In every way the husband was kind, and attentive
to business. But he had fallen a victim to playing cards for money.
When that passion would seize him he would leave his business, his hired
help, his home and wife and little one, and would lose himself for days
at a time seeking to satisfy that passion. An enviable husband, father,
citizen, and neighbor but for that evil; but how wretchedly that ruined
all! Dr. Holland, of Springfield, Massachusetts, says: "I have all my
days had a card-playing community open to my observation, and yet I am
unable to believe that that which is the universal resort of starved
soul and intellect, which has never in any way linked to itself tender,
elevating, or beautiful associations, but, the tendency of which is to
unduly absorb the attention from more weighty matters, can recommend
itself to the favor of Christ's disciples. I have this moment," says he,
"ringing in my ears the dying injunction of my father's early friend:
'Keep your son from cards. Over them I have murdered time and lost
heaven.'"

Gambling is dishonest. It seeks something for nothing. Man possesses no
money, that he might risk giving it to some rogue to waste in sin. All
the property one possesses, he possesses it by stewardship to be used
wisely and honestly for good. Every age has needed a revival of the
Golden Rule in business. Much of the business of to-day is attended to
on the dishonest principle that characterizes gambling, "Get as much as
possible for as little as possible." This spirit is first cousin to the
spirit of gambling. The only difference is, one is called wrong and is
wrong; the other is wrong and is called right. Tell the gambler he is a
thief; he will acknowledge it, and will beat you, if he can, while he is
talking to you. Tell the other man he is a thief, and he will sue you at
court and win his case, although it is just as wrong to steal $100 from
an unbalanced mind, as it is to steal $100 from an unlocked safe or
off of an untrained football team. It will be an easy matter to produce
professional gamblers so long as society upholds dishonest dealers
by another name. What men need in this matter is moral and spiritual
vision, spiritual discernment. Some persons live by taking advantage of
those who are down.

In all of its forms gambling leads to a long train of crimes. In
addition to his crime of theft the professional gambler, through passion
or drink, becomes a murderer. I knew a professional gambler who killed
a man, with whom he had been playing cards for money, for fifty cents.
After it was all over the man was sorry he had done it, for he had
committed the crime in a passion while he was intoxicated. The one who
speculates on the markets is not counted dishonest by the world, but how
often and how quickly it leads one into crime! In our neighboring town
in Illinois a man of a good family and of good standing in the community
began to speculate on the Chicago Board of Trade. He was as honest a
person, perhaps, as you or I. He thought he was. For years he had been
a trusted, Christian worker, and treasurer of the Sunday-school. But he
made just one venture too many. He had lost all; could not even replace
the Sunday-school fund that he had simply used, no doubt expecting to
replace it with usury; but the loss and disgrace were too much for him
to face, so he deserted home and friends and honor and all, and secretly
ran away. The speculating gambler became a deserting embezzler. The
person who has acquired a passion for betting on races and games is on a
fair way to professional gambling and to speculating on the markets. And
rarely does one ever escape these, if once he gets a start in them.

The evil of society gambling is most dangerous of all, because it is
most subtle of all. Ah first no one would suspect an innocent game of
cards, played just for fun. You may be the fourth one to make up a game;
you may not know how to play, but you are told you can quickly learn.
You brave it, and go in for a game. The next time a similar circumstance
arises, you can not easily decline, for you must confess you have
played, and so you go in as an old player. This may be as far as the
matter ever goes with you. But here is one who is more impulsive than
you; his surroundings are entirely different. He learns to play, and
comes to revel in it. A passion is created for the game. He is shrewd;
soon learns the tricks, and one evening--purely by chance, as it seems
to him--he wins his first five dollars. Strange possibilities with
cards lay hold upon him. He is consumed by that passion. He plays for
business, for keeps; he has become a professional gambler. Ah! this is
no finespun tale; it is being worked out every year in our country, all
over the world. Among many things for which I have to thank my father
and mother not the least is, that they would allow no gamblers, nor
gambling, nor the instruments of gambling about our home. Better keep
a pet rattlesnake for your child than a deck of cards; for if he
gets poisoned by the snake he may be cured; but if the passion for
card-playing should happen to seize him, there is little chance of a
cure. The inmates of our penitentiaries to-day, almost to a man, testify
that "card-playing threw them into bad company, led them into sin, and
was one of the causes of their downfall." Dr. Talmage was asked if there
could be any harm in a pack of cards. He Said: "Instead of directly
answering your question, I will give you as My opinion that there are
thousands of men with as strong a brain as you have, who have gone
through card-playing into games of chance, and have dropped down into
the gambler's life and into the gambler's hell." A prisoner in a jail
in Michigan wrote a letter to a temperance paper, in which he gives this
advice for young men: "Let cards and liquor alone, and you will never
be behind the gates." Friends, not every one who touches liquor is a
drunkard, but every drunkard touches liquor; so not every one who plays
cards is a professional gambler, but every professional gambler plays
cards. Is there nothing significant about these facts. "A word to the
wise is sufficient." "In a railway train sat four men playing cards. One
was a judge, and two of the others were lawyers. Near them sat a poor
mother, a widow in black. The sight of the men at their game made her
nervous. She kept quiet as long as she could; but finally rising came to
them, and addressing the judge, asked: 'Do you know me?' 'No, madam,
I do not,' said he. 'Well, said the mother, 'you sentenced my son to
State's prison for life.' Turning to one of the lawyers, she said: 'And
you, sir, pleaded against him. He was all I had. He worked hard on the
farm, was a good boy, and took care of me until he began to play cards,
when he took to gambling and was lost.'" Dr. Guthrie writes: "In regard
to the lawfulness of certain pursuits, pleasures, and amusements, it
is impossible to lay down any fixed and general rule; but we may
confidently say that whatever is found to unfit you for religious
duties, or to interfere with the performance of them; whatever
dissipates your mind or cools the fervor of your devotions; whatever
indisposes you to read your Bibles or to engage in prayer, wherever
the thought of a bleeding Savior, or of a holy God, or of the day of
judgment falls like a cold shadow on your enjoyment, the pleasures you
can not thank God for, on which you can not ask His blessing, whose
recollections will haunt a dying bed and plant sharp thorns in its
uneasy pillow,--these are not for you..Never go where you can not ask
God to go with you; never be found where you would not like death to
find you. Never indulge in any pleasure that will not bear the morning's
reflection. Keep yourselves unspotted from the world, not from its spots
only, but even from its suspicions."



IV. DANCING.


DANCING is the expression of inward feelings by means of rhythmical
movements of the body. Usually these movements are in measured step, and
are accompanied by music.

In some form or another dancing is as old as the world, and has been
practiced by rude as well as by civilized peoples. The passion for
amateur dancing always has been strongest among savage nations, who have
made equal use of it in religious rites and in war. With the savages
the dancers work themselves into a perfect frenzy, into a kind of mental
intoxication. But as civilization has advanced dancing has modified its
form, becoming more orderly and rhythmical. The early Greeks made the
art of dancing into a system, expressive of all the different passions.
For example, the dance of the Furies, so represented, would create
complete terror among those who witnessed them. The Greek philosopher,
Aristotle, ranked dancing with poetry, and said that certain dancers,
with rhythm applied to gesture, could express manners, passions, and
actions. The most eminent Greek sculptors studied the attitude of the
dancers for their art of imitating the passions. In a classical Greek
song, Apollo, one of the twelve greater gods, the son of Zeus the chief
god, and the god of medicine, music, and poetry, was called The Dancer.
In a Greek line Zeus himself is represented as dancing. In Sparta, a
province of ancient Greece, the law compelled parents to exercise their
children in dancing from the age of five years. They were led by grown
men, and sang hymns and songs as they danced. In very early times a
Greek chorus, consisting of the whole population of the city, would meet
in the market-place to offer up thanksgivings to the god of the country.
Their jubilees were always attended with hymn-singing and dancing.
The Jewish records make frequent mention of dancing, but always "as a
religious ceremony, or as an expression of gratitude and praise." As
a means of entertainment in private society, dancing was practiced
in ancient times, but by professional dancers, and not by the company
themselves. It is true that the Bible has sanctioned dancing, but let
us remember, first, that it was always a religious rite; second, that
it was practiced only on joyful occasions, at national feasts, and after
great victories; third, that usually it was "performed by maidens in
the daytime, in open air, in highways, fields, or groves;" fourth, that
"there are no instances of dancing sanctioned in the Bible, in which
both sexes united in the exercise, either as an act of worship or as an
amusement;" fifth, that any who perverted the dance from a sacred use
to purposes of amusement were called infamous. The only records in
Scripture of dancing as a social amusement were those of the ungodly
families described by Job xxi, 11-13, who spent their time in luxury
and gayety, and who came to a sudden destruction; and the dancing of
Herodias, Matt. Xiv, 6, which led to the rash vow of King Herod and to
the murder of John the Baptist. So much for the history of dancing.

The modern dance in which both sexes freely mingle, irrespective of
character, purely for amusement, at late hours, at which intoxicants, in
some form, are generally used, is, essentially, an institution of vice.
The modern dance is as different from the dancing of ancient times, and
from the dancing sanctioned in the Bible, as daylight is from dark,
as good is from bad. The modern dance imperils health, it poisons the
social nature; it destroys intellectual growth; and it robs men and
women of their virtue. Let us understand one another. To attend one
dance may not accomplish all of this in any person. One may attend many
dances, and he himself not see these results marked in his character,
but some one else will see them. For in the nature of the institution
the modern dance affects in all these particulars those whom it reaches.
The tendencies in a single dance are in these directions. In a way
peculiar to itself the modern dance imperils health. Though detestable
and out of date, as are the modern kissing games, yet no one ever heard
of one of those performances continuing until three and five o'clock in
the morning. Young people do not stay up all night, ride five, ten, and
twenty miles to play authors, or to snap caroms, or to play charades,
as interesting in a social way as these innocent amusements may be. The
fact that one will go to this extreme in keeping late hours to attend
the dance, and will not keep such late hours for any other form of
amusement, proves that the dance, as an institution, is at fault in
producing such irregularities. And then who ever heard of one having to
dress in a certain way to attend a purely social gathering. But let a
young lady attend a fashionable ball or a regular round dance of any
note, whatever, and if she wears the civil gown she will be thought tame
and snubbed. She must dress for this occasion, and thus, from a health
point of view, so expose her body that after the excitement and heat of
a prolonged round she takes her place in a slight draught of air, and a
severe cold is contracted. And this exposure is further increased by
the sudden change from a close, hot room to the damp, chilly air of the
early morning, on her journey home. It is possible to guard against all
of this, but are those persons who attend such exercises likely to be
cautious in such practical matters. At least, this risk of exposure for
men and women is peculiar to the dance, and it is certain that many
are physically injured in this way. The modern dance poisons the social
nature. The chief exercise at the modern dance is dancing. Those who
have attended dances, as a social recreation, have complained that they
never have an opportunity to get acquainted with one another. Such a
luxury as a complete conversation on any theme is out of the question.
It is a form of amusement that stultifies the communicative faculties,
and fosters social seclusion. Some one might say this may be a good
thing, since every grade in moral and social standing are represented.
Yes, but this only acknowledges the lack of opportunity for social
fellowship. It is not true that the dance, as an institution, is not
patronized by the most capable in conversation and companionship?
Certainly this is true in the so-called higher society, among those
whose sole ambition is to excel in formal manners and in personal
appearance at the gay function, and at the social ball. To be
communicative one must have something to communicate, and this means a
cultivation of the mind and heart. True social fellowship is one of the
sweetest pleasures of life and always has its source in the culture of
the soul. Whatever may be said for or against the modern dance, it is
true that because of the mixed characters of its attendants, and for
want of opportunity to communicate, the social nature becomes neglected
and abused, and may be fatally poisoned.

The modern dance destroys intellectual growth. The person who has the
dance-craze cares no more for mental improvement and growth than a
starving man cares for splendid recipes for fine cooking. The thought of
a problem to be solved, of a book to be read, of an organ exercise to
be practiced, of all things, are most tame to the one who is filled with
dreams of the last dance, and with visions of the one that is to come.
To grow, the mind must be free from excitement. The fault with the dance
in this respect is that it has in it a fascination that does not exist
in the ordinary social amusement. Some persons complain that they can
not get an evening to go off well without dancing. But this is only an
open confession to mental vacuity, to intellectual poverty. For one need
know but little to flourish at the dance. And always, where little is
required, intellectually, little is given. It is the rule that those who
are in the greatest need of mental cultivation and growth are those
who make up the dancing crowd. And the fact that the dance, as an
institution, in no way stimulates intellectual thought, destines those
who dance to remain on the lower intellectual plane.

Last, and worst of all, the dance robs men and women of their virtue,
and this often at the first unconsciously. If it is not for health and
physical vigor that one follows up dancing; if it is not the peculiar
social tie that binds dancers together; if it is not the incentive to
intellectual growth and equipment, what is it? A secret lies hid away
somewhere in the institution of the modern dance, that makes it the
chiefest attraction of worldly-minded and often of base-hearted people.
What is that secret? Ah, my friend, it is the appeal to the most sacred
instincts and passions of a man and of a woman! This appeal is peculiar
to the modern dance by the accident of physical contact that men and
women assume in dancing, and also by the circumstances that attend
it, namely, mixed society, late hours, and the customary use of strong
drink. No honest, normally passionate person, who has made it a practice
of attending dances, will deny the truth of this charge. One may never
have thought of it in this way, but when he stops to think he knows that
it is true. It is through ignorance of these circumstances, and of their
bad effects, that many a well-meaning person, presumably to have a good
time, or to acquire heel-grace, goes into the dance, secures a passion
for dancing, and through its seductive influences are led into sin and
shame. The following is an incident out of his own experience related
by Professor T. A. Faulkner, an ex-dancing master. Professor Faulkner is
the author of the little book entitled "From the Ball Room to Hell." A
book which every person who sees no harm in dancing should read.

"Here is a girl. The one remaining child of wealthy parents, their idol
and joy. A dancing-school having opened near their home, the daughter,
for accomplishment, was sent to it. She came from her home, modest, and
her innate spirit of purity rebelled against the liberties taken by the
dancing-master, and the men he introduced to her. She became indignant
at the indecent attitudes she was called upon to assume, but noticing a
score of young women, many of them from the best homes in the town, all
yielding to the vulgar embrace, she cast aside that spirit of modesty
which had been the development of years of home-training, and setting
her face against nature's protective warnings, gave herself, as did the
others, to this prolonged embrace set to music. Having learned to dance,
its fascinations led her an enthusiastic captive. Modesty was crucified,
decency outraged, virtue lost its power over her soul, and she spent
her days dreaming of the delights of the sensual whirl of the evening.
Hardly conscious of the change she had now become as bold as any of the
women, and loved the embrace of the charmer. The graduation of the class
was, of course, the occasion of a waltzing reception. To that reception
she went, attended by her father, who looked with a proud heart on
the fulsome greeting his dear one received. After a little the father
retired, leaving his daughter to the care of the many handsome gallants
who danced attendance upon her. The reception did not close until
the small hours of the morning. Each waltz became more voluptuous;
intoxicated by sensuality, the dancers became more bold, and lust was
aroused in every breast. How many sins that reception occasioned, I
do not know; this, at least, is sure, that this girl who entered
that dancing-hall three months before, as pure as an angel, was that
night.robbed of her honor and returned to her home deprived forever of
that most precious jewel of womanhood--virtue. Her first impulse the
next morning was self-destruction; then she deluded herself with the
thought of marriage with her dancing companion, but he still further
insulted her by declaring that he wanted a pure woman for his wife. What
was her end? Shunned by the very society which egged her on to ruin, her
self-respect was gone with her lost purity, she went to her own kind,
and in shame is closing her days." "Of two hundred brothel inmates to
whom Professor Faulkner talked, and who were frank enough to answer his
question as to the direct cause of their shame, seven said poverty and
abuse; ten, willful choice; twenty, drink given them by their parents;
and one hundred and sixty-three, dancing and the ball-room." "A
former chief of police of New York City says that three-fourths of the
abandoned girls of this city were ruined by dancing." Of the dance, one
says: "It lays its lecherous hand upon the fair character of innocence,
and converts it into a putrid corrupting thing. It enters the domain
of virtue, and with silent, steady blows takes the foundation from
underneath the pedestal on which it sits enthroned. It lists the gate
and lets in a flood of vice and impurity that sweeps away modesty,
chastity, and all sense of shame. It keeps company with the low, the
degraded, and the vile. It feeds upon the passion it inflames, and
fattens on the holiest sentiments, turned by its touch to filth and
rottenness. It loves the haunts of vice, and is at home in the company
of harlots and debauchees." George T. Lemon says: "No Church in
Christendom commends or even excuses the dance. All unite to condemn
it." The late Episcopal bishop of Vermont, writes: "Dancing is
chargeable with waste of time, interruption of useful study, the
indulgence of personal vanity and display, and the premature incitement
of the passions. At the age of maturity it adds to these no small
danger to health by late hours, flimsy dress, heated rooms, and exposed
persons." Episcopal Bishop Meade, of Virginia, declares: "Social dancing
is not among the neutral things which, within certain limits, we may do
at pleasure, and it is not among the things lawful, but not expedient,
but it is in itself wrong, improper, and of bad effect." Episcopal
Bishop McIlvaine, of Ohio, putting the dance and the theater together,
writes: "The only line that I would draw in regard to these is that of
entire exclusion..The question is not what we can imagine them to be,
but what they always have been, will be, and must be, in such a world as
this, to render them pleasurable to those who patronize them. Strip them
bare until they stand in the simple innocence to which their defenders'
arguments would reduce them and the world would not have them." A Roman
Catholic priest testifies that "the confessional revealed the fact that
nineteen out of every twenty women who fall can trace the beginning of
their state to the modern dance."



V. THEATER-GOING.

WITH drunkenness, gambling, and dancing, theater-going dates from the
beginning of history, and with these it is not only questionable in
morals, but it is positively bad. Every one who knows any thing about
the institution of the theater, as such, knows that it always has been
corrupting in its influence. Not only those who attend the theater
pronounce it bad, as a whole, but it is frowned upon by play-writers,
and by actors and actresses themselves. Five hundred years before
Christ, Jew, Pagan, and Christian spoke against the theater. It is
stated on good authority that the dissipations of the theater were the
chief cause of the decadence of ancient Greece. At one time, Augustus,
the emperor of Rome, was asked as a means of public safety, to suppress
the theater. The early Christians held the theater in such bad repute as
to rank it with the heathen temple. And to these two places they would
not go, even to preach the Good News of Jesus Christ. Nor has the
moral tone and character of the theater improved, even in our day. Dr.
Theodore Cuyler, for many years an experienced pastor in Brooklyn,
Says: "The American theater is a concrete institution, to be judged as
a totality. It is responsible for what it tolerates and shelters. We,
therefore, hold it responsible for whatever of sensual impurity and
whatever of irreligion, as well as for whatever of occasional and
sporadic benefit there may be bound up in its organic life. Instead
of helping Christ's kingdom, it hinders; instead of saving souls, it
corrupts and destroys." Dr. Buckley gives this testimony: "Being aware
of the fact that the drama, like every thing else which caters to the
taste, has its fashions--rising and falling and undergoing various
changes--now improving, and then degenerating, I have thought it
desirable to institute a careful inquiry into the plays which have been
performed in the principal theaters of New York during the past three
years. Accordingly, I procured the copies used by the performers in
preparing for their parts, and took pains to ascertain wherein, in
actual use, the actors diverged from the printed copies. They number
over sixty, and, with the exception of a few unprinted plays, include
all that have been produced in the prominent theaters of New York during
the three years now about closing..It is a singular fact, that, with
three or four exceptions, those dramatic compositions, among the sixty
or more under discussion, which are morally objectionable, are of a
comparatively low order of literary execution. But if language and
sentiments, which would not be tolerated among respectable people,
and would excite indignation if addressed to the most uncultivated and
coarse servant girl, not openly vicious, by an ordinary young man, and
profaneness which would brand him who uttered it as irreligious, are
improper amusements for the young and for Christians of every age, then
at least fifty of these plays are to be condemned."

In the first place the theater leads one into bad company. As a class,
the performers are licentious. How can one be in their company, be moved
to laughter and to tears and not be contaminated by them? One who has
studied the theater tells us that the "fruits of the Spirit and
the fruits of the stage exhibit as pointed a contrast as the human
imagination can conceive." The famous Macready, as he retired from the
stage, wrote: "None of my children, with my consent under any pretense,
shall ever enter the theater, nor shall they have any visiting
connection with play actors or actresses." Dr. Johnson asks the
question: "How can they mingle together as they do, men and women, and
make public exhibitions of themselves as they do, in such circumstances,
with such surroundings, with such speech as much often be on their
lips to play the plays that are written, in such positions as they must
sometimes take, affecting such sentiment and passions--how can they do
this without moral contamination?" And we would ask, how can persons
live enrapt with this sort of thing for hours and hours each week, the
year around, and not become equally contaminated, for to the onlooker
all this comes as a reality, while to those who are performing, it is
hired shamming? Therefore, as the pupil becomes the teacher, so the
attendant at the theater becomes like the one who performs. So that to
go to the theater is to "sit in the seat of the scornful or to stand in
the way of sinners." "There you find the man," says one, "who has lost
all love for his home, the careless, the profane, the spendthrift, the
drunkard, and the lowest prostitute of the street. They are found in all
parts of the house; they crowd the gallery, and together should aloud
the applause, greeting that which caricatures religion, sneers at
virtue, or hints at indecency." Not only the actors and the onlookers of
the average theater are vile, but all of the immediate associations of
the playhouse must correspond with it. If not in the same building with
the theater, in adjoining ones, at least, are found the wine-parlor and
the brothel. It is generally conceded that no theater can be prosperous
if it is wholly separated from these adjuncts of evil.

The theater, therefore, kills spiritually and degrades the moral life
of the one who attends it. The theater deals with the spectacular.
This appeals to the eye, to the ear, and to all of the outer senses.
Spirituality depends upon a cultivation of the spiritual senses that
Grace has opened up within the soul. Hence, the spectacular is directly
opposed to the spiritual. The deep, contemplative, spiritual soul could
find little or no food in the false, clap-trap representations of the
modern stage. And to find an increased interest here is evidence that
one lacks spiritual life, at least deep-seated spiritual life. This is
why so many professing Christians are so eager to go to the card-party,
to the dancing-party, and to the theater. The inner-sense life of the
soul is dead, and one must have something upon which to feed, hence he
feeds upon the husks of "imprudent and un-Christian amusements." And let
one who has a measure of spiritual life, instead of increasing it,
seek to satisfy his soul-longing by means of the spectacular, of false
representations in any form, soon he will lose the spiritual life that
he has. And this loss will be marked by an increased demand for the
spectacular. The surest proof to-day that the spiritual life of
the Church is waning in certain sections, is not so much that her
membership-roll is not on the increase, but that professing Christian
people are running wild after cards and dancing and the theater.
Evangelist Sayles declares: "The people of our so-called best society,
and Christian people, many that have been looked upon as active workers,
sit now and gaze upon scenes in our theaters, without a blush, that
twenty-five years ago would not have been countenanced..The moral and
spiritual life of many a Christian has been weakened by the eyes gazing
upon the scenes of the theater." Says he, "The Christian, through
attendance upon the playhouse, creates a relish for worldly things, and
so spiritual things become distasteful."

Then, to go to one theater, sanctions all. To have heard and to have
seen Joe Jefferson in "Rip Van Winkle," Richard Mansfield in "The
Merchant of Venice," or Edwin Booth or Sir Henry Irving, or Maude Adams,
or Julia Marlowe in their best plays, is to have received a deeper
insight into human nature, and a stronger purpose to become sympathetic
and true, but who can afford to sanction all that is base and villainous
is the institution of the modern theater for the sake of learning
sympathy and truth and human nature from a few worthy actors, when he
may find all of this as truthfully, if not as artistically, set forth
by the orator, by the musician, by the painter, and by the author? It is
not cant, it is not pharisaism, it is not a weak claim of Christianity,
but it is common honesty, mighty truth, a cardinal and beautiful
teaching of Jesus Christ to deny one's self for the welfare of the
weaker brother. Let one go to hear Mansfield in Shakespeare, and his
neighbor boy will take his friend and go to the vaudeville, and his only
excuse to his parents and to his half-taught mind and heart will be,
"Well, Mr. So-and-So goes to the theater, he is a member of the Church
and superintendent of the Sunday-school; surely there is no harm for
me to go." To the immature mind what seems right for one person seems
lawful for another. This is because such a person has not learned to
discriminate between what is bad and what is good. Therefore, if the
theater as an institution has more in it that is bad than It has in
it that is good, rather if the general tendency of the theater, as an
institution, is bad, the safe thing for one's self and for those who
read one's life as an example, is to discard it entirely.

In view of these facts, no person can attend the theater at all without
hurting his influence. The ideal life is that one which gives offense
of stumbling to no one. A successful preacher who had an aversion toward
speaking on the subject of questionable amusements, when asked what he
believed concerning a certain form of amusement, replied: "See what I
do, and know what I believe." It is a glorious life whose actions are an
open epistle of righteousness and peace, read and believed and honored
by all men.

"Some time ago a gentleman teaching a large class of young men in a
Chicago Sunday-school, desired to attend a theater for the purpose of
seeing a celebrated actor. He was not a theater-goer, and thought that
no harm could come from it. He had no sooner taken his seat, however,
than he saw in the opposite gallery some of the members of his class.
They also saw him and began commenting on the fact that their teacher
was at the theater. They thought it inconsistent in him, lost their
interest in the class, and he lost his influence over the young men.
That teacher tied his hands by this one act, so that he could not speak
out against the gross sins of the theater."

Those who defend theater-going say that if Christian people would
patronize the theater that it would be made more respectable. But over
a thousand years of history proves that this principle fails here as it
does elsewhere. A Christian woman marries an unchristian man with the
hope that he will become a Christian; a steady, sensible woman in all
other matters marries a man who drinks, with the thought of reforming
him; one associates with worldly and sensual companions, expecting to
make them better; but, alas, what blasted hopes, what wretched failures
in all of these instances, at least in the most of them! You can not
reform vice; you may whitewash a sin, but it will be sin, still. To
purify a character or an institution one must not become a part of it
by sympathy, nor by association. This is what the psalmist meant when
he said, "Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsels of the
ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of
the scornful." And so it is, that every effort at reforming the theater,
thus far has failed. The Rev. C.W. Winchester says concerning the
reforming of the theater: "The facts are, (1) that the theater in this
city and country never had the support and encouragement of moral and
religious people it has now; (2) that the theater here was never so
bad. Clearly, if Christian patronage is going to reform the theater, the
reform ought to begin. But the grade is downward. The theater is growing
worse and worse." Dr. Wilkinson makes this statement on the question
of reforming the theater: "Now the Protestant Christians of New York
number, by recent computation, less than seventy-five thousand souls, in
a population of a million. Supposing a general agreement among them all
that a regular attendance at the theater was at this juncture the most
pressing and most promising method of evangelical effort, they would
not then constitute even one-tenth of the numerical patronage which the
management would study to please." Dr. Herrick Johnson says: "The ideal
stage is out of the question. It is out of the question just as pure,
chaste, human nudity is out of the question..The nature of theatrical
performances, the essential demands of the stage, the character of the
plays, and the constitution of human nature, make it impossible that
the theater should exist, save under a law of degeneracy. Its trend is
downward; its centuries of history tell just this one story. The actual
stage of to-day..is a moral abomination. In Chicago, at least, it is
trampling on the Sabbath with defiant scoff. It is defiling our youth.
It is making crowds familiar with the play of criminal passions. It is
exhibiting women with such approaches to nakedness as can have no other
design than to breed lust behind the onlooking eyes. It is furnishing
candidates for the brothel. It is getting us used to scenes that rival
the voluptuousness and licentious ages of the past." As never before
to-day, has the theater asked for the support of Church members. And the
ideal stage, with virtuous performers, and with pure dramas, are held up
as a sample of what Christian people are invited to attend. Dr. Cuyler
says: "Every person of common sense knows that the actual average
theater is no more an ideal playhouse than the average pope is like St.
Peter, or the average politician is like Abraham Lincoln. A Puritanic
theater would become bankrupt in a twelvemonth. The great mass of
those who frequent the playhouse go there for strong, passionate
excitements..I do not affirm," says Dr. Cuyler, "that every popular play
is immoral, and every attendant is on a scent for sensualities. But the
theater is a concrete institution, it must be judged in the gross and to
a tremendous extent it is only a gilded nastiness. It unsexes womanhood
by putting her publicly in male attire--too often in no attire at all."

"So competent an authority as the famous actress, Olga Nethersole,
recently declared that the only kind of play which may hope for success
with English-speaking audiences at the present day is the play which is
sufficiently indicated by calling it immoral. There is no doubt about
it that the theater, as at present conducted, is pulling the stones from
the foundations of public morality, and weakening, and in many quarters
endangering, the whole structure of society. The atmosphere of the
modern theater is lustful and irreverent. It is a good place for
Christians to keep away from. It is a good opportunity for the strong
man to deny himself for the sake of his younger or weaker brother."



PART II. WORTHY SUBSTITUTES.

     "Get the spindle and thy distaff ready, and God will send
     thee flax."



VI. BOOKS AND READING.

MANY BOOKS, MUCH READING.


TO-DAY every one reads. Go where you may, you will find the paper, the
magazine, the journal; printed letters, official reports, exhaustive
cyclopedias, universal histories; the ingenuous advertisement, the
voluminous calendar, the decorated symphony; printed ideals, elaborate
gaming rules, flaming bulletins; and latest of all, we have begun to
publish our communications on the waves of the air. In this hurly-burly
of many books and much reading, it is no mean problem to know why one
should read; and what, and how, and when. Especially does this problem
of general reading confront the student, the lover of books, and
those of the professions. Essays are to be read, the historical, the
philosophical, and the scientific; novels, the historical and the
religious; books of devotion, books of biography, of travel, of
criticism, and of art. What principles are to guide one in his choice of
reading, that he may select only the wisest, purest, and helpfulest from
all these classes of books?


WHY READ.

Read to acquire knowledge. Knowledge is the perception of truth. One
arrives at knowledge by the assimilation of facts and principles, or
by the assimilation of truth itself. Three sources of knowledge are
experience, conversation, and reading. Experience leads one slowly to
knowledge, is limited entirely to the path over which one has passed,
and is a "dear teacher." To acquire knowledge by conversation is to put
one at the mercy of his associates, making him dependent upon their
good favor, truthfulness, and learning. But reading places one in direct
communication with the wisest and best persons of all time. To
acquire knowledge by reading is to defy time and space, persons and
circumstances, at least, in our day of many and inexpensive books.
Through books facts live, principles operate, justice acts, the light of
philosophy gleams, wit flashes, God speaks. Every book-lover agrees with
Channing: "No matter how poor I am..if the sacred writers will enter and
take up their abode under my roof, if Milton will cross my threshold
to sing to me of Paradise, and Shakespeare to open to me the words of
imagination and the workings of the human heart, and Franklin to enrich
me with his practical wisdom, I shall not pine for want of intellectual
companionship, and I may become a cultivated man, though excluded from
what is called the best society in the place where I live." Kingsley
says: "Except a living man, there is nothing more wonderful Than a
book!--a message to us from the dead,--from human souls whom we never
saw, who lived, perhaps, thousands of miles away; and yet these, in
those little sheets of paper, speak to us, amuse us, terrify us, teach
us, comfort us, open their hearts to us as brothers..If they are good
and true, whether they are about religion or politics, farming, trade,
or medicine, they are the message of Christ, the Maker of all things,
the Teacher of all truth." The wide range of truth secured through
reading acts in two ways upon the reader. It spiritualizes his
character, and it makes him mighty in action. Knowledge on almost any
subject has a marked tendency to sharpen one's wits, to refine his
tastes, to ennoble his spirit, to improve his judgement, to strengthen
his will, to subdue his baser passions, and to fill his soul with the
breath of life. It is only upon truth that the soul feeds, and by means
of knowledge that the character grows. "It cannot be that people should
grow in grace," writes John Wesley, "unless they give themselves to
reading. A reading people will always be a knowing people." Reading
makes one mighty in action when it gives one knowledge, since "knowledge
is power," and since power has but one way of showing itself, and that
is, in action. Knowledge takes no note of hardships, ignores fatigue,
laughs at disappointment, and frowns upon despair. It delves into the
earth, rides upon the air, defies the cold of the north, the heat of the
south; it stands upon the brink of the spitting volcano, circumnavigates
the globe, examines the heavens, and tries to understand God. With but
few exceptions, master-minds and men of affairs have been incessant
readers. Cicero, chief of Roman orators, whether at home or abroad, in
town or in the country, by day or by night, in youth or in old age, in
sorrow or in joy, was not without his books. "Petrarch, when his friend
the bishop, thinking that he was overworked, took away the key of his
library, was restless and miserable the first day, had a bad headache
the second, and was so ill by the third day that the bishop, in alarm,
returned the key and let his friend read as much as he liked." Writes
Frederick the Great, "My latest passion will be for literature." The
poet, Milton, while a child, read and studied until midnight. John
Ruskin read at four years of age, was a book-worm at five, and wrote
numerous poems and dramas before he was ten. Lord Macaulay read at three
and began a compendium of universal history at seven. Although not a
lover of books, George Washington early read Matthew Hale and became
a master in thought. Benjamin Franklin would sit up all night at his
books. Thomas Jefferson read fifteen hour a day. Patrick Henry read for
employment, and kept store for pastime. Daniel Webster was a devouring
reader, and retained all that he read. At the age of fourteen he could
repeat from memory all of Watt's Hymns and Pope's "Essay on Man." When
but a youth, Henry Clay read books of history and science and practiced
giving their contents before the trees, birds, and horses. Says a
biographer of Lincoln, "A book was almost always his inseparable
companion."

Then, read for enjoyment. Fortunately, a habit so valuable as reading
may grow to become a pleasure. So that as one is gathering useful
information and increasing in knowledge, he may have the keenest
enjoyment. Such an one sings as he works. He has learned to convert
drudgery into joy; duty has become delight. But even for such an one a
portion of his reading should be purely for rest and recreation. If
one has taught school all day, or set type, or managed a home, or read
history, or labored in the field, or been shopping, heavy, solid reading
may be out of the question, while under such circumstances one would
really enjoy a striking allegory or a well-written novel. Or, if one is
limited in knowledge, or deficient in literary taste so that he may find
no interest in history, science, philosophy, or religion, still he may
enjoy thrilling books of travel, of biography, or of entertaining story.
In this way all may enjoy reading. "Of all the amusements which can
possibly be imagined for a hard-working man, after his daily toil, or
in its intervals, there is nothing," says Herschel, "like reading an
interesting book. It calls for no bodily exercise, of which he has had
enough or too much. It relieves his home of its dullness and sameness,
which, in nine cases out of ten, is what drives him out to the alehouse,
to his own ruin and his family's. It accompanies him to his next day's
work, and, if the book he has been reading be any thing above the very
idlest and lightest, gives him something to think of besides the mere
mechanical drudgery of his every-day occupation, something he can enjoy
while absent, and look forward with pleasure to return to."


WHAT TO READ.

First of all read something. "Southey tells us that, in his walk one
stormy day, he met an old woman, to whom, by way of greeting, he made
the rather obvious remark that it was dreadful weather. She answered,
philosophically, that in her opinion, 'any weather was better than
none.'" And so we would say, excluding corrupt literature, any reading
is better than none! In this day of multiplicity of books who who never
reads may not be an ignoramus nor a fool, but certainly he robs the
world of much that is useful in character, and deprives himself of much
that enriches his own soul. Then one should select his books, as he does
his associates, and not attempt to read everything that comes in his
way. No longer may one know even a little about every thing. It might be
a mark of credit rather than an embarrassment for one to answer, "No,"
to the question, "Have you read the latest book?" when the fact is
recalled that 30,000 novels have been published within the past eighty
years, and that five new ones are added to the list daily.


READ HISTORY.

One has characterized history as both the background and the key to
all knowledge. No other class of reading so much as this helps one to
appreciate his own country, his own age, his own surroundings. Extensive
reading of history is a sure remedy for pessimism, prejudice, and
fanaticism. In so far as history is an accurate account of the past, it
is a true prophecy of the future for the nation and for the individual.
Who reads history knows that men always have displayed folly, Weakness,
and cruelty, and that they always will, even to their own obvious ruin.
Also he knows that every time and place have had their few good men and
women who have honored God, and whom God has honored. Nothing so teaches
a person his own insignificance and the small part that he plays in the
world as does the reading of history. Nor is history to be found only in
the book called history. If you want to know the life of the ancients,
as you know the life of your own community, read Josephus. Do you want a
glimpse of early apostolic times, read "The Life and Times of Jesus," by
Edersheim. Do you want to see the battlefield of Waterloo, visit Paris
in the beginning of the nineteenth century, stop over night with Louis
Philippe, see the English through French spectacles, and the Frenchman
through his own; do you want a glimpse of the political despotism, court
intrigue, and ecclesiastical tyranny in France a hundred years ago; do
you want to hear the crash of the bastile, and see Notre Dame converted
into a horse-stable; do you want a picture of the "bread riots" and mob
violence that terminated in the French revolution of 1848; in short
do you want a tale of French life and character in its brightest,
gloomiest, and intensest period, read "Les Miserables," by Victor Hugo.
To-day one must read current history. It is not enough to plan, work,
and economize, one must make and seize opportunities. And this he can
do only as he is alive to passing events. In a few years one may outgrow
his usefulness through losing touch with advancing ideas and methods of
work. To keep abreast of the times one must read the newspaper and the
magazine. The newspaper is the history of the hour, the magazine is the
history of the day. The magazine corrects the newspaper, and "sums up in
clear and noble phrase those fundamental facts which are only dimly seen
in the newspaper." A serious and growing tendency is that the newspaper
and magazine shall take the place of the best books. A few minutes a day
is enough for any newspaper, and a few hours a month is enough for any
magazine. The greatest part of one's reading should be that of books.
Who gormandizes on current events will pay the price with a morbid mind
and with false conclusions in his reasoning.


READ BIOGRAPHY.

The life of a great man is a continual inspiration. No other exercise so
fires a soul with noble ambition as the study of a great life. Real
life is not only stranger than fiction, but it is more interesting than
fiction. No boy should be without the life of Washington, of Lincoln, of
Webster, of Franklin. Every girl should know by heart brave Pocahontas,
sympathetic Mrs. Stowe, queenly Frances Willard, and kind-hearted
Victoria. No private library is complete without Plutarch's "Lives," the
"Life of Alfred the Great," of Napoleon, Grant, and Gladstone.


READ SCIENCE.

The fourteen-year-old child may master the practical principles of
natural philosophy, and yet how many intelligent persons remain ignorant
of the most commonplace truths in this branch of learning! With a little
attention to the natural and mechanical sciences, a new world of beauty
and truth opens up before one. He sees objects that once were hid to
him; he hears sounds that once were silent; he enjoys odors that once
retained their fragrance. His whole being becomes a part of the living
musical world about him, when he has his senses opened to appreciate it
and to become attuned to it. One should read some science throughout his
life, in order to remain at the source of all true knowledge. Here he
learns to appreciate the language of nature. When expressed by man, this
is poetry.


THEREFORE, READ POETRY.

Ten minutes a day with Tennyson, Browning, Emerson, or Lowell, will
teach one a new language, by which he may converse with the wind, talk
with the birds, chat with the brook, speak with the flowers, and hold
discourse with the sun, moon, and stars. The deepest and mightiest
thoughts of all ages have been expressed in poetry, the language of
nature. "Poetry," says Coleridge, "is the blossom and fragrance of all
human knowledge, human thoughts, passions, emotions, languages."


READ BOOKS OF RELIGION.

"Religion," says Lyman Abbott, "is the life of God in the soul." Every
truly religious book treats of this life. The only purely religious book
is the Bible. It is the source and inspiration of every other religious
book. The Bible is a "letter from God to man, handed down from heaven
and written by inspired men." Its message is free salvation for all
men through Jesus Christ; its spirit is divine love. No wise person is
without this letter, and every thoughtful and devout person reads it
daily. One may never find time to follow a course of study, nor to
pursue a plan of daily reading; he may never know the wealth of Dante,
the grandeur of Milton, nor the genius of Shakespeare, but every one may
make the Bible his daily companion and guide.


HOW TO READ.

Enter into what you read. No book can thrill and move one unless he
gives himself up to it. Lack of fixed attention is the cause of the
half-informed mind, the faulty reason, and the ever-failing memory. The
cause of this lack of attention may be an historical allusion of which
one is ignorant, or a new word that he fails to look up, or an overtaxed
mind, or unfavorable surroundings. Whatever may be this hindrance it
must be removed or overcome before one can enter into what he reads. A
thought is of no value until it registers itself and takes a room in the
mind. This is why we are told on every hand, that a few books well
read are worth more than many books poorly read. The secret of Abraham
Lincoln's power as a public speaker lay in his clear reasoning, simple
statement, and apt illustration. This secret was secured by Lincoln
through his habit of mastering whatever he heard in conversation or
reading. "When a mere child," says Lincoln, "I used to get irritated
when anybody talked to me in a way I could not understand. I don't think
I ever got angry at anything else in my life. But that always disturbed
my temper, and has ever since. I can remember going to my little
bedroom, after hearing the neighbors talk of an evening with my father,
and spending no small part of the night walking up and down, trying
to make out what was the exact meaning of some of their, to me, dark
sayings. I could not sleep, though I often tried to, when I got on such
a hunt after an idea, until I had caught it, and when I thought I had
got it, I was not satisfied until I had repeated it over and over; until
I had put it in language plain enough, as I thought, for any boy I knew
to comprehend. This was a kind of passion with me, and it has stuck by
me; for I am never easy now when I am handling a thought until I have
bounded it north, and bounded it south, and bounded it east, and bounded
it west." And so to enter into what one reads, means that he will master
the thought. The most that a university can do for one is to teach him
to read. Who has learned how to read has secured a liberal education,
however or wherever he may have learned it.

Then, one should learn to scan an author. This means to take a rapid
observation of his thoughts. Much of one's common reading matter should
be scanned. All local news, much magazine literature, and many books
should be used in this way. It is mental sloth and waste of time to pore
over a newspaper or a book of light fiction, as one would a philosophy
of history or a work of science. As Bacon aptly puts it, "Some books
are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and
digested; that is, some books are to be read only in parts; others to
be read, but not curiously; and some few to be read wholly, and with
diligence and attention. Some books also may be read by deputy, and
extracts made of them by others." One's mind is like a horse, it soon
learns its master. Feed it well, groom it well, treat it gently, you may
expect much from it. It is reported of Dr. Newell Dwight Hillis that he
has read a book a day for over twenty years. He has learned to squeeze
the thought out of a book at a grasp, as one of us would squeeze the
juice from an orange. Take a glimpse into his library. Five hundred
volumes of sociological literature, four hundred volumes of history,
two hundred of cyclopedias, gazetteers, books of reference; four hundred
volumes of pure science, one hundred volumes of travels, two hundred and
fifty volumes of biography; one hundred volumes of art and art history;
a section on psychology, ethics, philosophy, and the relation between
science and religion, and a thousand volumes of literature, pure and
simple.


WHEN TO READ.

First, read at regular hours. This is for those who follow literary
pursuits. No professional person should respect himself in his work
who has no special time for reading and study, and who does not
conscientiously adhere to it. The pulpit, the law-office, the doctor's
office, the teacher, and the editor's desk, each clamors for the man,
the woman, who can think. To appreciate God and to sympathize with the
human heart; to know law and the intricate special case; to understand
disease and relief for the suffering patient; to have something to teach
and to know how to teach it even to the dullest pupil; to know human
character and to be able to enlighten the public mind and the public
conscience; all this requires in the one who serves a deep and growing
knowledge and experience which may be realized only in the grasp of
truth contained in the up-to-date and best authorized books. The use
of books with this class of persons is not optional. They must buy and
master them, or a few years at longest will relegate them with their old
books and ideas to the dusty garret where they belong.

Then, many must read on economized time. The farmer, the mechanic, the
merchant, the shopkeeper, each may find a little time for daily reading.
Ten minutes saved in the morning, ten minutes in the afternoon, and ten
minutes in the evening, this is half hour a day. In a week this gives
one three hours and a half, in a month fourteen hours of solid reading,
and in a year one will have read seven days of twenty-four hours each.
Think of what may be accomplished in an average lifetime in common
reading by the busiest person, who really wants to read. "Schliemann,"
the noted German scholar and author, "as a boy, standing in line at the
post-office waiting his turn for the mail, utilized the time by studying
Greek from a little pocket grammar." "Mary Somerfield, the astronomer,
while busy with her children in the nursery, wrote her 'Mechanism of the
Heavens,' without neglecting her duties as a mother." "Julius Caesar,
while a military officer and politician found time to write his
Commentaries known throughout the world." William Cobbett says: "I
learned grammar when I was a private soldier on a six-pence a day.
The edge of my guard-bed was my seat to study in, my knapsack was my
bookcase, and a board lying on my lap was my desk. I had no moment at
that time that I could call my own; and I had to read and write among
the talking, singing, whistling, and bawling of at least half a score
of the most thoughtless of men." Among those whom we all know who have
risen out of obscurity to eminence through a wise economy of time which
they have used in reading and study, are, Patrick Henry, Benjamin
West, Eli Whitney, James Watt, Richard Baxter, Roger Sherman, Sir Isaac
Newton, and Benjamin Franklin.



VII. SOCIAL RECREATION.

DEFINED.


The normal young person who does not dissipate is bursting with life.
The natural child is activity embodied. The healthful old person craves
exercise. Life, activity, exercise, each must have some method of
spending itself. Some normal method, some right method, some attractive
method must be chosen. By normal method we mean that which calls into
use the varied faculties and powers of the entire being, body, mind, and
heart. By right method we mean that which does not crush out a part of
one's being, while another part is being developed. By attractive method
in the use of life, activity, exercise, we mean that which appeals to
one's peculiar desires, tastes, and circumstances, so long as these are
normal and right. Some chosen profession, trade, or work is the rightful
heritage of every person. Each man, woman, and child should know when
he gets up of a morning, what his work is for that day. Consciously, or
unconsciously, he should have some outline of work, some end in view,
some goal toward which he is stretching himself. Dr. J. M. Buckley asks:
"Have you a purpose and a plan?" And answers, "Life is worth nothing
till then." The child is in the hands of his parent, his teacher, his
guardian. These must answer to Destiny for his beginning and growth.
"Satan finds something for idle hands to do." Hence the necessity of
vigilance on the part of those who hold the young. But "all work and no
play, makes Jack a dull boy." This rule is good whether "Jack" be a
puny girl, a feeble grandfather, a hustling, responsible father, a busy
mother, or even a mischievous lad. Every person who rises each morning,
dresses himself and goes about his work as if he knew what he were
about; who has some useful work to do, and does it, sooner or later,
needs rest. True, night comes and one may rest. And sweet is the rest of
sleep; a third of one's life is passed in this way. Sancho Panza has it
right when he says:

"Now blessing light on him that first invented sleep! It covers a man
all over, thoughts and all, like a cloak; it is meat for the hungry,
drink for the thirsty, heat for the cold, and cold for the hot." But
one craves a recreation, a rest which work nor sleep can give. Man has
a social nature, a longing to mingle with his acquaintances and friends.
Let one be shut in with work, or sickness, or weather, for whole days
at a time, and see how hungry he gets to see some one. A recreation at
a social gathering literally makes a new being out of him. He is
recreated. It is this form of recreation that we consider here, social
recreation.


A NECESSITY.

Social recreation is a necessity in a well-ordered life. As with many
other common blessings we forget its benefits. Nor are these benefits
so evident until we see the blighting result in the life of the one who,
for any reason whatsoever, has become a social recluse. We have known
a few persons who have once been in society, but who have allowed
themselves to remain away from all sorts of gatherings, for a number of
years. In every case, the result has been openly noticeable. They have
become boorish in manners, unsympathetic in nature, and suspicious in
spirit. Thus they have grown out of harmony with the ideas and ways of
those about them, have come to take distorted and erroneous views of
affairs and of men. Man is a composite being. Many factors enter into
his make-up. He lives not only in the physical and intellectual, in the
religious and social, in a local and limited sense, but his life expands
until it touches and molds many other characters and communities besides
his own. In all of these spheres of his influence and work on needs to
be sobered down, corrected, stimulated. In no other way is this better
accomplished than through one's very contact with his fellows in the
religious gathering, among his workmen, in the political meeting, at the
assembly, in the social gathering whenever and wherever persons may see
one another and talk over common interests.

A SPECIFIC SENSE.

In a specific sense, by social recreation, we mean those pastimes and
pleasures which all persons, except the social recluse, enjoy as they
meet to spend an afternoon or an evening together. Now, how may we
get the largest amount of pleasure, of rest, of recreation from such
gatherings? How may we best benefit ourselves, inspire one another, and
in it all, honor God? It is no small task to accomplish these three ends
in all things, in one's life. We have agreed that some social practices
are positively bad. And we have tried to show why the "tobacco club,"
the "social glass," the "card-party," the "dancing-party," and the
play-house reveries should be avoided. We have left these forms of
so-called "questionable amusements" out of our practice and let our of
our lives. To what may we turn? Where may we go? We turn to the social
gathering.


BUT IT MUST BE PLANNED.

No social gathering can successfully run itself. See what forethought
and expenditure are given to make successful the "smoking-club," the
"wine-social," the "card and dancing parties," and the "theater." Not
one of these institutions thrive without thought and cost in their
management. Put the same thought and expense into the gathering
for social recreation, and you will find all of the merits of the
questionable institution and none of its demerits. No company has larger
capabilities than the mixed company at the social gathering. Nor may
any purpose be more perfectly served than the purpose of true social
recreation. Here we find those skilled in music, versed in literature,
adept at conversation; we find the practical joker, the proficient
at games, and last, but not least, those "born to serve" tables. This
variety of genius, of wit, of skill, of willingness to serve, is laid
at the altar of pleasure for the worthy purpose of making new again
the weary body, the languishing spirit, the lonely heart. Let the right
management and stimulus be given to this resourceful company, and the
hours will pass as moments, the surest sign of a good time.


SOME ESSENTIALS.

DINING, SOCIAL HOUR, GAMES.

No social recreation is complete without dining. And yet the least
important part of this meal should be the taking of food. It is a
serious fault with the modern social that too much attention is given to
the variety and quantity of food, and not enough to merriment in taking
it. To be successful, the social company should gather as early as
possible; the first hour-and-a-half should be given to greetings and to
social levity of the brightest and wittiest sort. If one has an ache or
a pain, a care or a loss, let it be forgotten now. It is weakness and
folly continually to be under any burden. Here every one should take
a genuine release from seriousness and earnestness in weighty and
responsible affairs. Let all, except the serving committee for this
evening, take part in this strictly social hour-and-a-half. When the
late-comers have arrived and have been introduced, and the people have
moved about and met one another, almost before the company are aware of
it they are invited by the serving committee to dine. Usually all may
not be served at once. Now that the company has been thinned out, the
older persons having gone to the tables, short, spirited games should
be introduced in which every person not at luncheon, should be given
a place and a part. At this juncture it is not best to introduce
sitting-games, such as checkers, authors, caroms, or flinch, for the
contestants might be called to take refreshments at a critical moment
in the contest. With a little attention to it, appropriate games may
be introduced here that need not interfere with luncheon. Fully half an
hour should be spent at each set of tables, where at the close of
the meal, some humorous subject or subjects should be introduced and
responded to be those best fitted for such a task. Almost any person
can say something bright as well as sensible, if he will give a little
attention to it beforehand. While the second and third tables are being
served, let those retiring contest at games of skill, converse, or take
up other appropriate entertainment directed by the everywhere present
entertainment committee. By this time half-past ten or eleven o'clock,
some who are old, or who have pressing duties on the next day may want
to retire. If the serving committee have been skillful in adjusting
the time spent at each table to the number of tables, etc., by eleven
o'clock the serving shall have been completed. Now, the young in spirit,
whether old or young, expect, and should have an hour at the
newest, liveliest, and most recreative games. No part of the evening
entertainment should be allowed to drag. To insure this a frequent
change of social games is needed.


AVOID LATE HOURS.

As late hours tend to produce irregularity in sleep, in meals, and in
work; and since the object of the social is recreation, the company
should retire about midnight. Oftentimes people stay and stay at such a
gathering, until the hostess, the entertaining committee, and the people
themselves are worn out. And yet, who is at fault? This is a critical
point in the modern popular social. How shall the company disband in due
season? In his "Autocrat of the Breakfast Table," Oliver Wendell Holmes
gives a suggestion on this point for the private visitor, who does not
know how to go. Says Holmes: "Do n't you know how hard it is for some
people to get out of a room when their visit is really over? They want
to be off, and you want to have them off, but they do n't know how to
manage it. One would think they had been built in your parlor or study
and were waiting to be launched. I have contrived a sort of ceremonial
inclined plane for such visitors, which being lubricated with
certain smooth phrases, I back them down, metaphorically speaking,
stern-foremost, into their 'native element,' the great ocean of
outdoors." There are social companies as hard to get rid of as this.
They want to go, and every one wants them to go, but just how to make
the start, no one seems to know. Dr. Holmes and his "inclined plane"
may have been successful with the private caller, but who will be the
"contriver of a ceremonial," one sufficient to land the social company
into its "native element, the great ocean of outdoors?" No, this most
delicate of the problems involved in a successful modern social must be
left to a tactful hint from the entertainment committee, and to the wise
choice of a few recognized leaders in the company.


NEW COMMITTEES.

Special committees should have charge of the serving and of the
entertainment. As far as possible these should vary with each successive
social. It is an erroneous notion, prevalent in nearly every community,
that only "certain ones" can do this or that; the consequence is that
these "certain ones" do all the work, are deprived of the true rest and
relief which the social is meant to give, while others who should
take their turn, grow unappreciative, and weak in their serving and
entertaining ability.


THE AVERAGE SOCIAL A FAILURE.

As it is conducted to-day, the average social is a failure. Late at
arriving, want of introductions, lack of arranged entertainment, late
hours,--all go to weaken and to dull the average young person in place
of to cultivate his wits, his special genius at music, reading, and
conversation, and to recreate him in body, mind, and spirit. To make a
success of the social gathering some one must keep in mind the personal
convenience and happiness of every person present. When this is done
and the social gathering becomes notable for the real pleasure that it
gives, then we shall be able to drive out the "questionable amusements,"
because we have taken nothing from the person, and have given him new
life and interest.



VIII. FRIENDSHIP.

BONDS OF ATTACHMENT.


Each person is connected with every other person by some bond of
attachment. It may be by the steel bond of brotherhood, by the silvern
chain of religious fellowship, by the golden band of conjugal affection,
by the flaxen cord of parental or filial love, or by the silken tie of
friendship. One or more of these bonds of attachment may encircle
each person, and each bond has its varying strength, and is capable of
endless lengthening and contracting. Brotherhood is a general term, and
as it is used here, comprises the fellow-feeling that one human being
has for another, this is universal brotherhood. Brotherhood comprises
the fellow-feeling that attracts persons of the same race, nation, or
community, this is racial, national, or community brotherhood; also,
it comprises the fellow-feeling that exists between persons of the same
avocation, calling, or work, this is the brotherhood of profession; it
comprises the fellow-feeling that joins persons of the same order or
party, this is the brotherhood of order; it comprises the fellow-feeling
that joins brothers and sisters of the same home, this is the
brotherhood of family. Religious fellowship includes that spiritual
intercourse which is held between persons of the same religious faith
and practice. Conjugal affection comprises that feeling of mind and
heart which unites husband and wife. Filial and parental love exists
between parent and child. While friendship comprises that soul union
which exists between persons because of similar desires, tastes, and
sentiments. Each of these bonds of attachment has its characteristic
mark, its essential feature. The essential feature of universal
brotherhood is common origin, present struggle, and future hope; the
essential feature of racial, national, or community brotherhood is
patriotism; the essential feature of brotherhood of the order is mutual
helpfulness; the essential feature in brotherhood of the profession
is common pursuit; in brotherhood of the family, common parentage; in
conjugal affection, attraction for opposite sex; in parental and filial
love, love of offspring and love of parent; while in friendship the
essential feature is harmony of natures.


WHAT IS FRIENDSHIP?

No human relationship can be more beautiful, nor more abiding than true
friendship. It is a spiritual thing, a communion of souls, virtuously
exercised. How one is impressed and pleased to see another horse just
like his own, to see another dog exactly resembling his own, to meet a
person who speaks, looks, and acts like some one he has known. It is
a surprise, mingled with mystery and delight. But with what increased
surprise and delight does one meet with a "person after his own heart."
All men have recognized the strength and beauty of right self-love.
The second great law of Christ's kingdom is declared in terms of true
self-love. "Love thy neighbor as thyself." Every one loves himself,
because one's self is the truest and best of other lives filtered
through his own soul. When one finds in another that which perfectly
answers to his own soul-likings and longings, he has found another
self, he has found a friend. Friendship is the communion of such souls,
although they may be absent from one another. The highest friendship may
grow more perfectly when friends are separated, then it is unmixed with
the alloy of imperfect thought and action. Then it is nourished by
the past, for only the past buries all faults; it is encouraged by the
future, for only the future veils the awkwardness and shortcomings of
the present. The character of friendship is determined by the character
of friends. Negative personalities wanting in taste, conviction, and
virtue produce only a negative friendship. Intense personalities
produce intense friendships; noble personalities, noble friendships, and
spiritual personalities, spiritual friendship. In the true, spiritual
sense, before one can become a friend, he must become an individual. He
must stand for something in thought and purpose. If this is not true,
friendship becomes a flimsy affair. For souls to commune with one
another there must be harmony; unity, agreement of desires, sentiments,
and tastes. Not the harmony of indifference, nor a forced agreement,
but a beautiful and natural response of soul to soul. Such equipment for
friendship finds its basis only in individual character. Character is
conduct become habitual. If one spurns reason, and follows his impulse
and passion, he becomes unreliable, and does not know the issues of his
own heart and life. Who knows what such an one will do next? To make it
soar well or sail well, friendship must have ballast. This ballast is
worthy, individual character. It would be more exact to say there can be
no true friendship without individual character. Although many elements
constitute the character of the true friend, yet two elements are
essential--sincerity and tenderness. Sincerity is the soul of every
virtue, while true words, simple manners, and right actions make up the
body. If the soul of virtue is present one does not always demand the
presence of the body, but if the body of virtue is absent, one had
better take a search after the soul. If sincerity is unquestioned,
words, manners, actions have great liberty; but if words, manners and
actions are lacking in straight-forwardness, it is time to question
sincerity. This is true in all human affairs involving motive and
conduct. Especially is it true in friendship. Sincerity knows its own.
By a glance it penetrates the very heart of its true friend, and leaves
translucent and transparent its own. Sincerity gives steadfastness and
constancy to friendship. Insincerity mars and breaks friendship. Who
has not seen a soul spring into life through the love of a radiant
friendship; and then following a series of hollow pretenses,
insincerities, that friendship fails, and the beautiful creature
stifles and dies. As one tells us, "such a death is frightful, it is the
asphyxia of the soul!" Then, tenderness is an essential element in
the character of a friend. Says Emerson: "Notwithstanding all the
selfishness that chills like east winds the world, the whole human
family is bathed with an element of love, like a fine ether." With
Emerson, we believe that every person carries about with him a certain
circle of sympathy within which he, and at least one friend, may temper
and sweeten life. Much of the kindness of the world is simply breathed,
and yet what an aroma of good cheer it sheds in grateful lives.
Tenderness possesses a sensitiveness of sympathy to an extreme
degree. It shrinks from the sight of suffering. It treats others
with "gentleness, delicacy, thought-fulness, and care. It enters into
feelings, anticipates wants, supplies the smallest pleasure, and studies
every comfort." Says one: "It belongs to natures, refined as well as
loving, and possesses that consideration of which finer dispositions
only are capable." Tenderness is a heart quality. It is the luxury of a
pure and intense friendship. It tempers one's entire nature, making
his whole being sympathetic with grace and favor. It is manifest in the
relaxing feature, in the penetrating glance, in the mellowing voice,
in the engracing manners, and in the complete obliteration of time and
distance, while with one's friend. We recall the friendly visits spend
with our friend, Lawrence W. Rowell, during his medical course in
Rush College, Chicago, while we were in attendance at the Northwestern
University, in Evanston, Illinois. Rowell was intellectual, spirited,
gifted in conversation, highly sympathetic, informed, critical, yet
charitable, a close student of human nature, a love of philosophy, of
musical temperament, of noble heart, of exalted purpose. Our visits were
kept up bimonthly throughout one year. We would spent Saturday evening
and Sunday together. Those visits revealed to me the magnetism,
intensity, and tenderness of a friend. Truly, with us time and distance
were almost completely obliterated from our consciousness. I say
distance, for we would walk together. Tenderness suits the amiable
and gentle in disposition, but it comes with a peculiar charm from
the austere nature. It is one of the stalwart virtues, and is often
concealed behind a crusty exterior. Severity and tenderness adorn the
greatest lives.


THE TEST OF FRIENDSHIP.

What is the uncertain mark of a friend? Have I a friend? How many
friends have I? I can invoice my stock, my goods, my land, my money,
can I invoice my friends? One may not always know the actual worth of a
friend, but he knows who are his friends, quite as well as he knows
who are his nephews and cousins. "A friend is one whom you need and who
needs you." Has one a bit of good news, he flies to his friend, he wants
to share it. Has one a sorrow, he seeks his friend who will gladly share
that. Does one meet with a defeat or victory, instantly he thinks of his
friend and of how it will effect him. Friends need one another, as truly
as the child needs its mother, or the mother her child. Is one tempted
to commit a wrong in thought or action, his friend, though absent,
appears at his side and begs him not to do it. If one is in doubt or
uncertainty, he summons his friend, who become a patient reasoner, and
an impartial judge. Who does not find himself, daily, looking through
other people's glasses, weighing on other people's scales, sounding
other people's voices? It is a habit that friends have with one another.
You can not deprive friends of one another, any more than you can
lovers. Ah, true friends are lovers of the heaven-born sort; for
their agreement is grounded in nature. They are not chosen, they are
discovered. Or, as Emerson says, they are "self-elected."

     "Friendship's an abstract of love's noble flame,
          'Tis love refined, and purged from all its dross,
      'Tis next to angel's love, if not the same,
          As strong as passion in, though not so gross."

Thus writes Catherine Phillips.


FRUITS OF FRIENDSHIP.

True friendship gives ease to the heart, light to the mind, and aid to
the carrying out of one's life-purposes. First, ease to the heart. The
presence of a friend is a beam of genial sunshine which lights up the
house by his very appearance. He warms the atmosphere and dispels the
gloom. The presence of a true friend for a day, a night, a week, lifts
one out of himself, links him with new purposes, and immerses him in
new joys. Friends breathe free with one another. They inspire sighs of
relief. Embarrassment disappears; liberty reigns supreme. Hearts are
like steam boilers, occasionally, they must give vent to what is in
them, or they will burst. This is the true mission of friends, to
become to one another reserve reservoirs of "griefs, joys, fears, hopes,
suspicions, counsels, and whatever lieth upon the heart to oppress
it," or elate it. You recall those familiar lines of Bacon: "This
communicating of a man's self to his friends works two contrary effects;
for it redoubles joys and cutteth griefs in halves; for there is no man
that imparteth his joys to his friend, but he joyeth the more; and no
man that imparteth his griefs to his friends, but he grieveth the less."
The following selected lines, slightly changed, set forth this first
fruit of friendship.

    "A true friend is an atmosphere
      Warm with all inspirations dear,
      Wherein we breathe the large free breath
      Of life that hath no taint of death.
      A true friend's an unconscious part
      Of every true beat of our heart;
      A strength, a growth, whence we derive
      Soul-rest, that keeps the world alive."

Then, friendship sheds light in the mind. "He who has made the
acquisition of a judicious and sympathetic friend," says Robert Hall,
"may be said to have doubled his mental resources." No man is wise
enough to be his own counselor, for he inclineth too much to leniency
toward himself. "It is a well-known rule that flattery is food for the
fool." Therefore no man should be his own counselor since no one is
so apt to flatter another as he is himself. A wise man never flatters
himself, neither does a friend flatter. As a wise man sees his own
faults and seeks to correct them, so a true friend sees the faults of
his friend and labors faithfully to banish them. The one who flatters
you despises you, and degrades both you and himself. An enemy will tell
you the whole truth about yourself, especially your faults, and at times
that both weaken and hurt you. A friend will tell you the whole truth
about yourself, especially your neglected virtues, but at a time to both
strengthen and help you. The highest service a friend can render is that
of giving counsel. The highest honor one can bestow upon his friend
is to make him his counselor. It is no mark of weakness to rely upon
counsel. God, Himself, needed a counselor, so he chose His Son.
"His name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor, the Mighty God, the
Everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace." Isa. ix, 6. Counsel, says
Solomon, is the key to stability. "Every purpose is established by
Counsel." Prov. Xx, 18. Who despiseth counsel shall reap the reward
of folly. A friend is safe in counsel, according to his wisdom, for he
never seeks his own good, but the good of his friend. It is a saying,
"If some one asks you for advice, if you would be followed, first find
out what kind of advice is wanted, then give that." But this is not the
way of a friend. He has in mind the welfare of the friend and the cause
his friend serves. Honor does not require that one shall follow the
advise of his friend, rather liberty in this is a mark of freedom and
trust between friends.

A friend aids one in the carrying out of his life purposes. Who is it
that helps one to places of honor and usefulness? It is his friend. Who
is it that recognizes one's true worth, extols his virtues, and gives
tone and quality to the diligent services of months and years? It is his
friend. Who is it, when one ends his life in the midst of an unfinished
book, or with loose ends of continued research in philosophy or science
all about him; who is it that gathers up these loose ends and puts in
order the unfinished work? It is his friend. Who is it that stands by
the open tomb of that fallen saint or hero and relates to the world his
deeds of sacrifice and courage which spurn others on to nobler living
and thereby perpetuates his goodness and valor? Who does this, if it is
done? It is his friend. A friend thus becomes not only a completion of
one's soul as he is by virtue of being a friend, but also he becomes
a completion of one's life. Then, one's relation to his fellowmen is
a limited relationship. He may speak, but upon certain subjects, on
certain occasions, and to certain persons. As Francis Bacon says, "A man
can not speak to his son but as a father; to his wife but as a husband;
to his enemy but upon terms; whereas a friend may speak as the case
requires, and not as it sorteth with the person....I have given the
rule," says he, "where a man can not fitly play his own part, if he have
not a friend, he may quit the stage."


HOW TO GET AND KEEP A FRIEND.

A real friend is discovered, or made. First, discovered. Two persons
notice an attraction for one another. They see that their desires are
similar, they have the same sentiments, they agree in tastes. A feeling
of attachment becomes conscious with each of them, slight association
fosters this feeling, it increases. New associations but reveal a
broader agreement, a closer union, a perfecter harmony. The signs of
friendship appear. Heart and mind of each respond to the other, they are
friends. This is the noblest friendship. It has its origin in nature.
It is, as H. Clay Trumbull says: "Love without compact or condition;
it never pivots on an equivalent return of service or of affection. Its
whole sweep is away from self and toward the loved one. Its desire is
for the friend's welfare; its joy is in the friend's prosperity; its
sorrows and trials are in the friend's misfortunes and griefs; its pride
is in the friend's attainments and successes; its constant purpose is in
doing and enduring for the friend."

Then, friends are made. Two persons do not especially attract one
another. But, through growth of character, modification of nature, or
change in desires, sentiments, and tastes, they become attracted to each
other. Or in spite of natural disagreements or differences, through
the force of circumstances they become welded together in friendship.
Montaigne describes such an attachment, in which the souls mix and work
themselves into one piece with so perfect a mixture that there is no
more sign of a seam by which they were first conjoined. Says Euripedes:

        "A friend
    Wedded into our life is more to us
    Than twice five thousand kinsman one in blood."

Such was the friendship of Ruth and Naomi. Orpha loved Naomi, kissed
her, and returned satisfied to her early home; but Ruth cleaved unto
her, saying:

    "Entreat me not to leave thee,
     And to return from following after thee:
     For whither thou goest, I will go;
     Where thou lodgest, I will lodge:
     Thy people shall be my people,
     And thy God my God:
     Where thou diest, will I die,
     And there will I be buried:
     The Lord do so to me, and more also,
     If aught but death part thee and me."

The keeping of a friend like the keeping of a fortune, lies in the
getting, although in friendship much depends upon circumstances of
association. However subtle may be the circumstances which bring friends
together, or whatever natural agreement may exist between their natures,
still there is always a conscious choosing of friends. In this choosing
lies the secret of abiding friendship. Young says:

    "First on thy friend deliberate with thyself;
     Pause, ponder, sift:  not eager in the choice,
     Nor jealous of the chosen; fixing fix;
     Judge before friendship, then confide till death."

Steadfastness and constancy such as this seldom loses a friend.

Last of all, abiding friendship is grounded in virtue. Says a famed
writer on Friendship: "There is a pernicious error in those who think
that a free indulgence in all lusts and sins is extended in friendship.
Friendship was given us by nature as the handmaid of virtues and not as
the companion of our vices. It is virtue, virtue I say... that both wins
friendship and preserves it." And closing his remarks on this immortal
subject, Cicero causes Laelius to say: "I exhort you to lay the
foundations of virtue, without which friendship can not exist, in such
a manner, that with this one exception, you may consider that nothing in
the world is more excellent than friendship."



IX. TRAVEL. A PERSONAL EXPERIENCE.


We have set in order some facts, incidents, and lessons gathered from a
hasty trip to the old country during the summer of 1899. The journey was
made in company with Rev. C.F. Juvinall, for four years my room-mate
and fellow-student, and my estimable friend. On Wednesday, June 21st, we
sailed from Boston Harbor; reached Liverpool, England, Saturday morning
the 1st of July; visited this second town in the British kingdom;
stopped over at the old town of Chester; took a run out to Hawarden
Estate, the home of Gladstone; changed cars at Stratford-on-Avon and
visited the tomb of Shakespeare; staid a half day and a night in the
old university town of Oxford, and reached London on the evening of July
4th. Having spent a week in London, we crossed the English Channel
to Paris; remained there two days, then made brief visits to the
battlefield of Waterloo, to Brussels, Amsterdam, Hull, Sheffield,
Dublin, and back to Liverpool. We sailed to Boston and returned
to Chicago by way of Montreal and Detroit, having spent forty-nine
days--the intensest and delightfullest of our lives. At first, we
hesitated to treat this subject from a point of view of personal
experience, but since it is our purpose to incite in others the love
for and the right us of all helpful resources of happiness and power, it
seemed to us that we could no better accomplish our purpose with respect
to this subject than to recount our own observations from this one
limited, imperfect journey.


AN EYE-OPEN AND EAR-OPEN EXPERIENCE.

One is always at a disadvantage in relating the faults of others, for he
seems to himself and to his friends to be telling his own experience.
We were about to speak of the superficial way in which Americans travel.
One who has traveled much says that "the average company of American
tourists goes through the Art Galleries of Europe like a drove of cattle
through the lanes of a stock-market." Nor is it the art gallery and
museum alone that is done superficially. How many persons before
entering grand old Notre Dame, or the British Houses of Parliament,
pause to admire the elaborate and expansive beauty of the great archways
and outer walls? It is possible to live in this world, to travel around
it, to touch at every great port and city, and yet fail to see what is
of value or of interest. A man on our boat going to Liverpool, said that
he had traveled over the world, had been in London many a time, but had
not taken the pains to go into St. Paul's, nor to visit the Tower of
London. A wise man, a seer, is one who sees. It is possible to live in
this world, and not to leave one's own dooryard, and yet to possess the
knowledge of the world, and to tell others how to see. Louis Agassiz,
the scientist, was invited by a friend to spend the summer with him
abroad. Mr. Agassiz declined the gracious offer on the ground that he
had just Planned a summer's tour through his own back yard. What
did Agassiz find on that tour? Instruction for the children of many
generations, a treatise on animal life, and later a text-book of
Zoology. Kant, the philosopher, the greatest mind since Socrates, was
never forty miles from his birthplace. On the other hand, Grant Allen,
author, scholar, and traveler, says: "One year in the great university
we call Europe, will teach one more than three at Yale or Columbia. And
what it teaches one will be real, vivid, practical, abiding... ingrained
in the very fiber of one's brain and thought.... He will read deeper
meaning thenceforward in every picture, every building, every book,
every newspaper.... If you want to know the origin of the art of
building, the art of painting, the art of sculpture, as you find them
to-day in contemporary America, you must look them up in the churches,
and the galleries of early Europe. If you want to know the origin of
American institutions, American law, American thought, and American
language, you must go to England; you must go farther still to France,
Italy, Hellas, and the Orient. Our whole life is bound up with Greece
and Rome, with Egypt and Assyria." But whatever advantage travel may
afford for broad and intense study, whatever be its superior processes
of refinement and learning, yet it is well to remember this, that at any
place and at any time one may open his eyes and his ears, his heart and
his reason, and find more than he is able to understand and a heart to
feel! You can not limit God to the land nor to the sea, to one country
nor to one hemisphere. Thus the kind of travel of which we speak is the
eye-open and ear-open sort.

Let us note first, then, that travel is a study of history at the spot
where the event took place. The history of a nation is a record of its
great men. You tell a faithful story of Columbus, John Cabot, and Henry
Hudson; of Winthrop, John Smith, and Melendez; of General Wolfe, General
Washington, Patrick Henry, and Franklin; of Jefferson, Adams, Jackson,
and Webster; of Abraham Lincoln, Wendell Phillips, John Brown, and
General Grant; of John Sherman, Grover Cleveland, and William
McKinley, and you an up-to-date history of the young American Republic,
acknowledged by every country to have the greatest future of all
nations. So, if one reads with understanding the inscriptions on the
monuments of Gough, O'Connell, and Parnell, he will get the story of the
struggles of the Irish. Enter London Tower, "the most historical spot in
England," and recount the bloody tragedies of the English people since
the time of William the Conqueror, 1066 A.D. Here we have a "series of
equestrian figures in full equipment, as well as many figures on foot,
affording a faithful picture, in approximate chronological order, of
English war-array from the time of Edward I, 1272, down to that of James
II, 1688." In glass cases, and in forms of trophies on the walls, we
find arms and armor of the old Romans, of the early Greeks, and Britons,
and of the Anglo-Saxons. Maces and axes, long and cross bows and leaden
missile weapons and shields, highly adorned with metal figures, all tend
to make more vivid the word-pictures of the historian. Of the small
burial-ground in this Tower, Macaulay writes: "In truth there is
no sadder spot on earth than this little cemetery. Death is there
associated, not, as in Westminster Abbey and St. Paul's, with genius and
virtue, with public veneration, and with imperishable renown; not, as
in our humblest churches and church-yards, with every thing that is most
endearing in social and domestic charities; but with whatever is
darkest in human nature and in human destiny, with the savage triumph of
implacable enemies, with the inconstancy, the ingratitude, the cowardice
of friends, with all the miseries of fallen greatness and of blighted
fame." We note a few names chiseled here: Sir Thomas More, beheaded
1535; Anne Boleyn, beheaded in this tower, 1536; Thomas Cromwell,
beheaded, 1540; Margaret Pole, beheaded here, 1541; Queen Catharine
Howard, beheaded, 1542; Lady Jane Grey and her husband, beheaded here,
1544; Sir Thomas Overbudy, poisoned in this tower, 1613. Since travel is
a study of history at the spot where the event took place, let us cross
the rough and famed English Channel to visit one of the many noted spots
of France. We select the site of the Hotel de Ville or the town-hall of
Paris. "The construction of the old hall was begun in 1533, and was over
seventy years in its completion. Additions were made, and the building
was reconstructed in 1841. This has been the usual rallying site of
the Democratic party for centuries. Here occurred the tragedy of St.
Bartholomew in 1572; here mob-posts, gallows, and guillotines did the
work of a despotic misrule until 1789. (As we left for Brussels on the
evening of the 13th of July, all Paris was gayly decorated with red,
white, and blue bunting, ready to celebrate the event of July 14, 1789,
the fall of the Bastile.) On this date, 110 years ago, the captors of
the Bastile marched into this noted hall. Three days later Louis XVI
came here in procession from Versailles, followed by a dense mob." Here
Robespierre attempted suicide to avoid arrest, when five battalions
under Barras forced entrance to assault the Commune party, of which
Robespierre was head. Here, in 1848, Louis Blanc proclaimed the
institution of the Republic of France. This was a central spot during
the revolution of 1871. The leaders of the Commune party place in this
building barrels of gunpowder, and heaps of combustibles steeped in
petroleum, and on May 25th they succeeded in destroying with it 600
human lives. A new Hotel de Ville, one of the most magnificent buildings
in Europe, has replaced the old hall. This is open to visitors at all
hours. To study history at the spot where the event took place means
work as well as pleasure, so we took our luncheon and sleep in our car
while the train carried us to Brussels, and out to Braine-l'Alleud,
where, on the beautiful rolling plain of Belgium, June 18, 1805,
Napoleon Bonaparte met his Waterloo, and Wellington became England's
idol.

A railway baggageman was on our train returning to his home in
Cleveland, Ohio. In conversation, he said: "I have been with this
company for twenty-two years; have drawn two dollars a day, 365 days in
the year for that time, and I haven't a dollar in the world, but one,
and I gave it yesterday for a dog. But," said he, "I have a good woman
and the greatest little girl in the world, so I am happy." This is one
of a large class of persons who receive fair wages all their lives, and
yet die paupers, because they plan to spend all they make as they go
along. In conversation with a gruff, old Dutch conductor between Albany
and New York City, I ventured to ask him if he had ever crossed the
ocean. "No," he said, "nopody eber crosses de ocean, bud emigrants, and
beoble vat hab more muney dan prains."

Travel is a study of religious institutions. Among the most interesting
in Europe, that we visited, are Wesley's Chapel, Westminster Abbey, St.
Paul's Cathedral, and Notre Dame. The Church of Notre Dame, situated
in the heart of Paris on the bank of the Seine, was founded 1163 on the
site of a church of the fourth century. The building has been altered a
number of times. In 1793 it was converted into a temple of reason.
The statue of the Virgin Mary was replaced by one of Liberty. Busts of
Robespierre, Voltaire, and Rosseau were erected. This church was closed
to worship 1794, but was reopened by Napoleon 1802. It was desecrated by
the Communards 1811, when the building was used as a military depot. The
large nave, 417 feet long, 156 feet wide, and 110 feet high, is the
most interesting portion of this massive structure. The vaulting of this
great nave is supported by seventy-five huge pillars. The pulpit is a
masterpiece of modern wood-carving. The choir and sanctuary are set off
by costly railings, and are beautifully adorned by reliefs in wood and
stone. The organ, with 6,000 pipes, is one of the finest in Europe. "The
choir has a reputation for plain song." On a small elevation, in the
center of London, stand the Cathedral of St. Paul's, the most prominent
building in the city. From remains found here it is believed that a
Christian Church occupied this spot in the times of the Romans, and that
it was rebuilt by King Ethelbert, 610 A.D. Three hundred years later
this building was burned, but soon it was rebuilt. Again it was
destroyed by fire, 1087, and a new edifice begun which was 200 years in
completion. This church, old St. Paul's, was 590 feet long, and had
a leaden-covered, timber spire, 460 feet high. In 1445 this spire was
injured by lightning, and in 1561 the building was again burned.
Says Mr. Baedeker, whose guidebook is indispensable in the hands of a
traveler, "Near the cathedral stood the celebrated Cross of St. Paul,
where sermons were preached, papal bulls promulgated, heretics made to
recant, and witches to confess, and where the pope's condemnation of
Luther was proclaimed in the presence of Woolsey." Here is the burial
place of a long list of noted persons. Here occurred Wyckiff's citation
for heresy, 1337; and here Tyndale's New Testament was burned, 1527. It
was opened for divine services, 1697, and was completed after thirteen
years of steady work, at a cost of three and a half millions of dollars.
This sum was raised by a tax on coal. The church is in the form of a
Latin cross, 500 feet long, with the transept 250 feet in length. "The
inner dome is 225 feet high, the outer, from the pavement to the top of
the cross, is 364 feet. The dome is 102 feet in diameter, thirty-seven
feet less than St. Peter's. St. Paul's is the third largest church
in Christendom, being surpassed only by St. Peter's at Rome." Three
services are held here daily. The religion of Notre Dame is Roman
Catholic, but that of St. Paul's and Westminster is of the Church of
England. What shall we say of Westminster Abbey, the most impressive
place of all our travel! As my friend and I entered here and took
our seats for divine worship, preparatory to visiting her halls, and
chapels, and tombs, I think I was never more deeply impressed. I said to
myself, "What does God mean to allow me to worship here?" and I seemed
to realize how little my past life had been. I felt that circumstances
and not I myself had thrust this new privilege, and thereby new
responsibility, upon me. Westminster Abbey! A church for the living,
a burial-place for the honored dead; a monument to genius, labor, and
virtue; England's "temple of fame;" the most solemn spot in Europe, if
not in the world! Here lie authors, benefactors, and poets; statesmen,
heroes, and rulers, the best of English blood since Edward the
Confessor, 1049 A.D. We must now leave this sacred spot to visit, if
possible for us, a more sacred one, the birthplace of Methodism, or
more accurately speaking, in the words of Bishop Warren, the "cradle of
Methodism."

On City Road, London, near Liverpool Street Station, is located the
house, chapel, burial-grounds, and tomb of John Wesley. Across the
street, in an old Nonconformist cemetery, are the graves of James Watt,
Daniel Defoe, and John Bunyan. Across the narrow street to the north
is the tabernacle of Whitefield. We learned that Friday, July 7th, was
reopening day for Wesley's Chapel. What a distinguished body of persons
we found at this meeting! Dr. Joseph Parker was the speaker of the day.
The Rev. Hugh Price Hughes, president of the Conference, presided at the
memorial services. Rev. Westerdale, present pastor, successfully managed
the program of the day, especially the collections, for he met the
expense of the rebuilding and past indebtedness with the sum of over
fifteen thousand dollars. He told those discouraged ministers with big
audiences to go and take courage from what the mother-church, with her
small number of poor parishioners, had done. In the evening, Bishop
Warren, on his return to America, called in and gave an interesting
talk. He was followed by Fletcher Moulton, member of Parliament. You
may not realize the feeling of gratitude with which we took part in this
eventful service of praise, prayer, and rededication! On the next day we
returned to see the books, furniture, and apartments of Wesley, himself.
We sat at his writing desk, stood in his death-chamber, and lingered
in the little room where he used to retire at four in the morning for
secret prayer. From here he would go directly to his preaching service
at five. Wesley put God first in his life, this is why men honor him so
much now that he is gone. We took a farewell view of the audience-room
from the very pulpit into which Wesley ascended to preach his Good News
of Christ. From the several inscriptions on Wesley's tomb, we copied
the following one: "After having languished a few days, he at length
finished his course and life together. Gloriously triumphing over death,
March the 2nd, Anno Domine, 1791, in the eighty-eight year of his age."

In Liverpool, on the day of our arrival, July 1st, an old, gray-haired
man was shining my shoes. He observed that I was from across the water,
and that an Englishman can readily tell a Yankee. He began to praise
America. He said that Uncle Sam was only a child yet, that America was
destined to be the greatest country in the world; that her trouble with
Spain was only a bickering; that the present engagement was only his
maiden warfare, and that he "walked along like a streak of lightning."

Saturday evening, July 8th, witnessed the greatest military parade
in London for thirty years. The Prince of Wales reviewed twenty-seven
thousand London volunteers. Early in the morning citizens from all over
England began to gather in front of the English barracks, and at the
east end of Hyde Park. By two o'clock in the afternoon hundreds of
thousands had packed the streets and dotted the parks and lawns, until,
in every direction one could witness a sea of faces. After the royal
and military procession began, the patient Johnnies, with their sisters,
sweethearts, wives, mothers, grandmothers, and great-grand-mothers,
stood for five hours to see it go by. The Englishman does not tire when
he is honoring his country. At the close of this parade we dropped into
a barbershop for a shave. The gentleman seemed to understand that I was
a long ways from home. "You fellows," I said, "can tell us as far as you
can see us." "Yes," said he, "by your shoes, your hat, your coat, your
tongue, and even by your face. We can tell you by the way you spit. A
spittoon here, pointing about ten feet away, give a Yankee two trials,
he will hit it every time."

Travel is a study of the genius of man as shown in architecture, in
sculpture, and in painting. Ninety-seven plans were submitted for the
Houses of Parliament, including Westminster Hall. That of Sir Charles
Barry was selected, and the present imposing structure was built,
covering eight acres, at a cost of $15,000,000. The style is
perpendicular (Gothic), with carvings, intricate in detail and highly
picturesque. The building faces the river with a 940 feet front, but her
three magnificent square-shaped towers rise over her street front. The
clock tower at the northwest corner is 318 feet high, the middle tower
is 300 feet, and the southwest, or Victorian tower, is 340 feet high.
The large clock with its four dials, each twenty-three feet in diameter,
requires five hours for winding the striking parts. The striking bell
of the clock tower is one of the largest known; it weighs thirteen tons,
and can be heard, in favorable weather, over the greater portion
of London. One never tires in looking at this noble building. It is
appropriately adorned inside and out with elaborate carvings, statuary,
and paintings. Here are located the Chamber of Peers, the House of
Commons, and numerous royal apartments, lavishly fitted up to be in
keeping with the office and dignity of the building.

Crystal Palace, situated about eight miles southeast of St. Paul's,
consists entirely of glass and iron. Its main hall, or nave, is 1,608
feet long, with great cross sections, two aisles, and numerous lateral
sections. The two water towers at the ends are each 282 feet high. If
you were at the World's Fair in Chicago, and visited the Transportation
Building, you may imagine something of the magnitude and beauty of
Crystal Palace, with her orchestra, concert hall, and opera-house; with
her fountains, library, and school of art; with her museums, gardens,
and arenas; with her parks, panoramas, and her numerous exhibits of
nature and art. Near the center of the palace "is the great Handel
Orchestra, which can accommodate 4,000 persons, and has a diameter twice
as great as the dome of St. Paul's. In the middle is the powerful organ
with 4,384 pipes, built at a cost of $30,000, and worked by hydraulic
machinery. An excellent orchestra plays here daily." The concert-hall
on the south side of the stage can accommodate an audience of 4,000. An
excellent orchestra plays here daily. "On each side of the great nave
are rows of courts, containing in chronological order, copies of the
architecture and sculpture of the most highly civilized nations, from
the earliest period to the present day." The gardens of Crystal Palace
cover two hundred acres, and are beautifully laid out "with flowerbeds,
shrubberies, fountains, cascades, and statuary." "Two of the fountain
basins have been converted into sport arenas, each about eight and
one-half acres in extent." Nine other fountains, with electric light
illuminations, play on fireworks nights and on other special occasions.
It is common for 15,000 visitors to attend these Thursday night firework
exhibits. Colored electric light jets deck the fountains, flower-beds,
and halls. Crystal Palace was designed by Sir Joseph Paxton, and cost
seven and a half million of dollars. Well may it be called London's
Paradise.

Shall we say that the greatest piece of constructive architecture of any
country is that of Eiffel Tower! Situated on the left bank of the Seine
River, it overlooks Paris and the country for fifty miles around.

In its construction, iron caissons were sunk to a depth of forty-six
feet on the river side, and twenty-nine and one-half on the other side.
When the water was forced out of these caissons by means of compressed
air, "concrete was poured in to form a bed for four massive foundation
piers of masonry, eighty-five feet thick, arranged in a square of 112
yards. Upon this base which covers about two and a half acres rises
the extraordinary, yet graceful structure of interlaced ironwork" to a
height of 984 feet. Eight hundred persons may be accommodated on the top
platform at once. It was completed within two years' time, and is the
highest monument in the world. Washington monument ranks second, being
555 feet high. From the summit of Eiffel Tower one may secure a good
view of Paris, her public buildings, chief hills, parks, and boulevards,
monuments, and embankments. An imitation of Trajan's column in Rome, is
142 feet in height, and thirteen feet in diameter. It is constructed of
masonry, encrusted with plates of bronze, forming a spiral band nearly
300 yards in length, on which are represented the "battle scenes
of Napoleon during his campaign of 1805, and down to the battle of
Austerlitz. The figures are three feet in height and many of them are
portraits. The metal was obtained by melting down 1,200 Russian and
Austrian cannons. At the top is a statue of Napoleon in his Imperial
robes. This column reflects the political history of France." The design
sculptor is Bergeret. For their antiquity the mummies and statues in
the Egyptian galleries of the British Museum are very interesting. They
embrace the period from 3600 years before Christ to 350 A.D. "The tomb
of Napoleon by Visconte," and "the twelve colossal victories surrounding
the sarcophagus by Pradier," are among the finest works of Parisian
sculpture. The sarcophagus, thirteen feet long, six and one-half feet
high, consists of a single huge block of reddish-brown granite, weighing
upwards of sixty-seven tons, brought as a gift from Finland at a cost of
$700,000. The Louvre, Paris, contains one of the finest art galleries in
Europe, and with the Tuilleries, covers about eight acres, "forming one
of the most magnificent places in the world."

In our limited experience at travel we have yet to find a single object
of beauty or utility that is not the product of skill, of genius, of
great labor. Every monument bears testimony of struggle, of bloodshed,
of hard-earned victory; beneath every tomb that honor has erected rests
the body of incarnate intelligence, fidelity, and courage. In the shadow
of every great cathedral lies collected the moth and rust from the
coppers of myriad-handed toilers of five and ten centuries. The towers
and domes of London, and Paris, and Amsterdam, and Dublin are monuments
to the genius of the architect and to the faithfulness of the common
toiler. The parks and gardens tell of centuries of wise and faithful
application of the laws of growth, of symmetry, of design in form and
color. The historic chapels of worship and learning breathe the very
incense of devotion and reverence for truth; while the conservatories
of sculpture and painting preserve what is divinest in human experience.
Age alone can produce a great man or a great nation. Decades for the man
and centuries for the nation; these are the measuring periods for real
achievement. But all this is on the human side. Correggio and Titian in
painting; Bacon and Bailey in sculpture; Raphael and Michael Angelo in
sculpture and painting; and Sir Christopher Wren in architecture,--the
works of art of such as these elevate and purify one's thought and
feeling. But the profoundest impressions that come to one from travel,
come alone from the works of nature. The Crystal Palace in London can
not compare in glory with the crystal ripples of a mid-ocean scene. The
botannical gardens of the Tuilleries in Paris do not stir the soul as
does the splendor of the Welsh mountains. The rockery plants of Phoenix
Park, Dublin, are insignificant compared with growths of ferns and moss
On the rock ledges of Bray's Head, south of Dublin. No panorama that man
has painted can equal the scene of Waterloo battle-field, observed from
the earthen mound near the fatal ravine. So, we shall always find it
true, that as the heavens are higher than the earth, so the thoughts of
God are higher than the thoughts of man, and his ways than man's ways.



X. HOME AND THE HOME-MAKER.

WHAT IS HOME?


"RECENTLY a London magazine sent out 1,000 inquiries on the question,
'What is home?' In selecting the classes to respond to the question it
was particular to see that every one was represented. The poorest and
the richest were given an equal opportunity to express their sentiment.
Out of eight hundred replies received, seven gems were selected as
follows:

      "Home--A world of strife shut out, a world of love shut in.
      "Home--The place where the small are great and the great are
  small.
      "Home--The father's kingdom, the mother's world, and the
  child's paradise.
      "Home--The place where we grumble the most and are treated
  the best.
      "Home--The center of our affection, round which our heart's
  best wishes twine.
      "Home--The place where our stomachs get three square meals
  daily and our hearts a thousand.
      "Home--The only place on earth where the faults and failings
  of humanity are hidden under the sweet mantle of charity."

Dr. Talmage defines home, as "a church within a church, a republic
within a republic, a world within a world." Dr. Banks writes, "It is not
granite walls, or gaudy furniture, or splendid books, or soft carpets,
or delicious viands that can make a home. All of these may be present,
and yet it be only a dungeon, if the great simplicities are not there."
Sings one:

    "Home's not merely roof and room,
       Needs it something to endear it.
      Home is where the heart can bloom,
        Where there's some kind heart to cheer it.

      Home's not merely four square walls,
        Though with pictures hung and gilded,
      Home is where affection calls,
        Filled with charms the heart hath builded.

      Home!  Go watch the faithful dove
        Sailing 'neath the heavens above us,
      Home is where there's one to love,
        Home is where there's one to love us."

We believe the five sweetest words in the English language to the
largest number of persons--words which carry with them intrinsic meaning
and blessing are these: "Jesus," "Mother," "Music," "Heaven," "Home."
"Twenty thousand people gathered in the old Castle Garden, New York, to
hear Jennie Lind sing. After singing some of the old masters, she began
to pour forth 'Home, Sweet Home.' The audience could not stand it. An
uproar of applause stopped the music. Tears gushed from thousands like
rain. The word 'home' touched the fiber of every soul in that immense
throng." In an early spring day, when the warm sun began to invite one
to bask in his rays, my wife, delicate in health, lay drowsing on some
boards near the house. The large garden spot spread out to the rear of
her; a beautiful grassy lawn carpeted round a deserted house, granary,
and shop-building in front of her. She was living over her girlhood
days. She thought she was in the old home orchard, where she used to
doze, dream, and play. The songs of the birds seemed the same; the same
gentle breezes played with her hair; the same passers-by jogged along
the roadside; the same family horse nibbled the tender grass in the
barnyard. How sad, and yet how sweet are the memories of early days! The
tender associations of home never leave one, however roughly the coarse
hand of time would tear them away. It is because home means love that
its associations and lessons remain.


ESSENTIALS TO A HAPPY HOME.

Although home means love, yet love alone may not insure happiness. In
addition to love, without which a true home can not exist, we select
four essential requisites to make home life useful and happy. These are
intelligence, unselfishness, attractiveness, and religion.

First, Intelligence. Much of the misery of the world in individual and
family life is due to gross ignorance. Once the father of a family said
to me, "We did not get our mail to-day, I miss my reading." Knowing the
man we were surprised at such a remark, and ventured to ask him what
papers he took. A list of ten or a dozen papers was named. All of them
were newspapers. One was a general daily, two were local dailies, and
the rest were local weekly papers. No intelligent person would have
carried over three of those papers from the post-office. This man spent
hours upon a class of reading that should be finished with a few minutes
each day. In this same family the mother told me that she had never
rode on a railway train, and that she had never been outside of her
own county. This is an exceptional case, but it illustrates how that
ignorance makes thrift and happiness impossible in a home, neither
of which belong to this family. Here every law of health is violated,
foresight in providing for the physical comforts of the home is
wanting; little attention is given to the education of the children;
no sacrifices to-day enrich to-morrow; life is a humdrum, a routine, a
dread, with no exuberance, joy, or hope. In time, such a life leads
to failure and gloom, to secret, then to open vice, and to a final
shipwreck of the home and of the individual. In a similar yet in a less
marked way, the career of many a home is ended. No one may be directly
to blame, but want of common knowledge and common wit have set a limit
beyond which such a family may not go. The intelligent family has some
sort of a history which it is their privilege and duty to perpetuate.
Members of the intelligent family are moral sponsors for one another,
the mother for the daughters, the father for the sons, the brothers
and sisters for one another. They find their own best interests in the
interests of one another. The intelligent family is not superstitious.
They act upon the wisdom of the ancient poet, "every one is the
architect of his own fortune." They look to cause and condition for
results. They spell "luck" with a "p" before it. The intelligent farmer
plants his crop in the ground, rather than in the moon, and looks for
his harvest to the seed and the toil. The intelligent merchant locates
his business on the street of largest travel and makes the buying of his
goods his best salesman. The intelligent man of letters thrives at first
by making friends of poverty and want, until one day his genius places
his name in the temple of honor. So it is with the artist, the musician,
the inventor, the architect. To be happy and useful in one's lot, one
must know something of the sphere in which he lives and works, of its
practical wisdom, and must be prepared to live, or glad to die for the
cause he serves. No indolent, superstitious, or ignorant family need
look for abiding happiness nor expect to be permanently useful.

Then unselfishness is essential to happy home life. It is a serious
matter for two persons, even when they are naturally mated, to undertake
to live together in peace and harmony. It is a more serious matter when
they are not naturally mated. It is more serious still when children
enter the home, for they bring with them conflicting tendencies,
dispositions, and wills. Often have we wondered how it is that families
get on as well together as they do when we have considered, what natural
differences exist between them, and what little teaching and discipline
have been used to harmonize these differences. An harmonious home is
truly begun in the parental homes of the husband and wife. Two persons
may be perfectly suited to one another, and yet they may be selfish in
wanting their own way. As one grows up, if he is allowed to have his
own way regardless of the rights and privileges of others, he becomes
a selfish person, and his parents are to blame. A selfish person in the
home plans for his own comfort, decides and acts as he wishes, and seeks
to satisfy his own desires. He does not take into consideration the
plans, wishes, and desires of other members of the family. It is
understood that his authority is supreme. Not one member of the family
dreams of expressing dissent to his dominion. A so-called peace of
this sort is not uncommon among families. This supreme authority may be
vested in husband, or wife, or in one or all of the children. A forced
peace of this kind is worse than rebellion and is as bad as open war.
How can any persons be so presumptuous as to think that any person, or
a number of persons, exist solely for his comfort and advantage! Let
two such selfish persons get together, a permanent riot is assured.
Unselfishness in the home means thoughtfulness, discipline,
self-control. Each child is taught the rights and privileges of others
as well as his own. When two unselfish persons join their lives there
begins a holy and beautiful rivalry in seeking the rights and privileges
of one another. The very atmosphere of such a home is deference,
respect, and love. As the stranger, the neighbor, the friend, comes and
goes, he catches the spirit of it and carries it with him into his own
and other homes. Children born into such a home early imbibe its spirit,
and, O, the inspiration one receives from going into that family circle!
No home-life can be an inspiration and a blessing where selfishness is
allowed to reign. Nor can it be useful and happy.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox describes a selfish, though a kind and loving
husband:


THEIR HOLIDAY.

     THE WIFE:

     Our house is like a garden--
       The children are the flowers,
     The gardener should come, methinks,
       And walk among his bowers.
     So lock the door of worry,
       And shut your cares away,
     Not time of year, but love and cheer,
       Will make a holiday.

     THE HUSBAND:

     Impossible!  You women do not know,
     The toil it takes to make a business grow:
     I can not join you until very late,
     So hurry home, nor let the dinner wait.

     THE WIFE:

     The feast will be like Hamlet,
       Without the Hamlet part;
     The home is but a house, dear,
       Till you supply the heart.
     The Christmas gift I long for
       You need not toil to buy;
     O, give me back one thing I lack:
       The love-light in your eye.

     THE HUSBAND:

     Of course I love you, and the children, too.
     Be sensible, my dear.  It is for you
     I work so had to make my business pay;
     There, now, run home, enjoy your holiday.

     THE WIFE, TURNING AWAY:

     He does not mean to wound me,
       I know his heart is kind,
     Alas, that men can love us,
       And be so blind--so blind!
     A little time for pleasure,
       A little time for play,
     A word to prove the life of love
       And frighten care away--
     Though poor my lot, in some small cot,
       That were a holiday.


To preserve the family circle, the home must be made attractive.
No amount of practical wisdom, of Puritanic piety, nor mere kindly
treatment will hold a family of children together until they are strong
enough to resist the temptations of the world. The home must be made
more attractive than the street or places of amusement. The average boy
or girl who loses interest in home and uses it chiefly as an eating and
sleeping place, does so with good reasons. Home has lost its charm. No
provision is made for his pastime and pleasure. Not finding this at home
he will go elsewhere in search of it. "An unattractive home," says one,
"is like the frame of a harp that stands without strings. In form and
outline, it suggests music, but no melody arises from the empty spaces;
and thus it is an unattractive home, is dreary and dull." How may home
be made attractive? We have presupposed a certain amount of education
and culture in the home by maintaining for it intelligence and
unselfishness. Any home that is intelligent and unselfish is capable
of being made attractive. In the first place, in as far as it is
practicable, each member of the family should have a room of his own
and be taught how to make it attractive. Here, one will hang his first
pictures, start his own library, provide a writing desk, and learn to
spend his spare moments. Recently we visited a home in Chicago. The
rooms are few in number and hired. The family consists of father,
mother, and three children, now grown. During our short stay in the home
I was invited into the boys' room. The walls are literally covered with
original pencil designs, queer calendars, odd pictures; the dresser
and stand are lined with books and magazines, with worn-out musical
instruments, art gifts from other members of the family, and ball-team
pictures, while two lines of gorgeous decorations stretch from wall to
wall. This is still these young men's little world, their interests
have centered here. No less than five kinds of musical instruments were
visible in this home. The walls of the living room and parlor are made
beautiful with simple tasteful pictures made by the daughter, whose
natural gift in art was early cultivated. The table, shelves, and
mantelpiece are decorated with china bowls, plates, and vases, simply,
yet elegantly adorned. This work was done by the daughter and mother.
Not a large but a choice collection of flowering plants relieved the bay
window of its emptiness. This is an attractive home. The children
never have cared to spend their evenings on the street nor at places of
amusement. Games of skill, innocent, instructive, and entertaining, may
be used to make home life more attractive. Only let the amusements of
the home be under the direction of father and mother, and be practiced
by them. Here is a chance to teach shrewdness, honor, interest, and by
all means, moderation. To overdo at games and amusements is more harmful
than to overwork.

Religion is essential to happy home life. A family may get on for a time
very smoothly without prayer, Bible study, faith in God, and love for
Jesus Christ; but no family life is completed without a storm, many
storms of some sort. Years may pass as on a quiet sea, but one day at
high noon, or, perhaps, in the silent, early hour, a small cloud is seen
in the distance; it comes nearer; the wind begins to blow, the thunders
peal, the lightnings flash, the old home, for so long an ark of safety,
is being tossed on the billowy waves. A testing time is at hand.
Mother is gone, or father has ventured too far and lost all; or son has
disgraced the family name; or daughter is in shame; or the darling of
the home is no more! It makes a vast difference who is at the helm when
the storms of home life rage. It is a mark of highest wisdom to place
the family ship under the world's best Captain, Jesus Christ. He never
lost a life. He alone can arrest the lightning, quiet the waves, inspire
confidence, and restore peace and good will in any storm. But
religion is not only useful in trouble, it is an ornament in peace and
prosperity, in the making and building of the home. Tempers must be
controlled, dispositions cultivated, conduct improved, hearts softened,
and minds purified and disciplined. To accomplish all of this, no
substitute can be made for the spirit and faith of Jesus Christ.

"'Dear Moss,' said the thatch on an old ruin, 'I am so worn, so patched,
so ragged, really I am quite unsightly. I wish you would come and cheer
me up a little. You will hide all my infirmities and defects; and,
through your loving sympathy no finger of contempt or dislike will be
pointed at me.' 'I come,' said the moss; and it crept up and around,
and in and out, till every flaw was hidden, and all was smooth and fair.
Presently the sun shone out, and the old thatch looked bright and fair,
a picture of rare beauty, in the golden rays. 'How beautiful the thatch
looks!' cried one who saw it. 'How beautiful the thatch looks!' said
another. 'Ah!' said the old thatch, 'rather let them say, 'How beautiful
is the loving moss!'" So it is with the religion of Christ, it adorns
and beautifies the life who really wears it; so that the plainness of
that life is covered, its ruggedness softened, and its "pain transformed
into profit and its loss into gain."

Charles M. Sheldon gives as an essential for a permanent republic,
"A true home life where father, mother, and children spend much time
together; where family worship is preserved; where honesty, purity, and
mutual affection are developed."

J.R. Miller beautifully sums up the secret of happy home-making in
one word--"'Christ.' Christ at the marriage altar; Christ on the bridal
journey; Christ when the new home is set up; Christ when the baby is
born; Christ when the baby dies; Christ in the pinching times; Christ
in the days of plenty; Christ in the nursery, in the kitchen, in the
parlor; Christ in the toil and in the rest; Christ all along the years;
Christ when the wedded pair walk toward the sunset gates; Christ in the
sad hour when the farewells are spoken, and one goes on before and the
other stays, bearing the unshared grief. Christ is the secret of happy
home life."


THE HOME-MAKER.

Just as a surly husband, a dissipated father, or a reckless son may
blight a home and destroy its happiness, so may a thoughtful, virtuous,
and kind man in the home change its very atmosphere and help to make
it a heaven. As a home-maker man has the ruggeder part. It is his to
provide. The man who falls short of this in the home does not do his
part. No woman can respect a man much less love him, who places her, her
work, her life, her home, her world under constant embarrassment by a
scant and niggardly provision. She loses her ambition, ceases to make
her self and her home attractive; disorder, filth, unwholesome food,
lack of spirit on her part is the result. She can not be to him, most of
all, what he expects her to be, a companion, a counselor, a comfort--a
home-maker. Also, it is the part of the man in the home to shield the
woman from the heavier burdens and responsibilities. Let him count the
cost of his enterprises, secure himself against hazardous speculations,
and give his wife and children to realize that his shoulders, and
not theirs, are to bear the load of financial obligation and
material support. This leaves the woman with her finer instincts and
sensibilities to make the home the dearest spot on earth to husband,
children, and to all who cross her threshold. The house is her dominion.
There she is queen. What a tender and beautiful one she may become!


SOME PRACTICAL HINTS.

The true home-maker does not spend all of her time with her ducks,
chickens, pigs, and cows, nor yet with her neighbors, her club, nor her
Church. She finds some time to cultivate her intellectual nature and
the finer feelings of her children. She does not degenerate into a
mere household drudge. She is not the slave of her husband, but his
companion. If she has musical ability, she keeps up the practice of
her music; if she is inclined to literature, she reads some every day.
Whether literary or not, every woman should spend some time each day in
reading that she might keep abreast with the world, at least with her
companion, in the movements and thoughts of every-day life. The true
home-maker plans to have a few minutes each day which she calls her own,
in which she may do as she pleases regardless of call or duty, that she
might relax herself, remove the strain of intense effort, rest, give her
nature its free bent and inclination. It will pay her in every way. She
will accomplish more and better work in the busy hours. A spirit and
a force will characterize every effort. The women of to-day are
overworked. They can not do themselves, their families, not their homes
the true spiritual service that it is their part to do. Plan for a few
minutes rest with the daily routine of care. But how is one to do
this with so many demands made upon her? For she is expected to be
seamstress, laundress, maid, cook, hostess, a companion to her husband,
a trainer of her children, a social being, and a helper in the Church.
If it is impossible or impracticable for one to have a servant, she will
find these few minutes for daily recreation and study only in a wise
choice of more important duties, and will allow the less important ones
to go undone. Many housewives could well afford to keep a helper. It
becomes a question which is of greater importance, the life and health
of the wife and mother, or the paltry wages of a servant? We knew a
family in Illinois who were quite able to keep help in the home, but did
not do so. The mother made a slave of herself, in a few years broke in
health, and left a large family of small children to struggle alone in
the world. The stepmother, who soon came into the home, could afford one
servant girl and part of the time two. This is a common experience
in ill-managed homes. Or this question arises, Which is of greater
importance, to make more money or to improve the moral tone of the home;
to seek to gratify the outer senses, or to seek to elevate the spiritual
life of the children and the parents? In pleading for rest and study for
the mother in the home we plead for the highest interests of the entire
family. For how can a wife be a companion to a husband when she is made
irritable and nervous from overwork and worry. How can she be a true
mother to her children and neglect their mental and spiritual growth?

Napoleon once said: "What France wants is good mothers, and you may be
sure then that France will have good sons." Thomas McCrie, an eminent
Scotch preacher, used to tell, with great feeling, of how his mother,
when he was starting out for school in the city, accompanied him along
the road a little way, and then leading him into the field where she
could be alone, prayed with him, that he might be kept from sin in the
city, and become a very useful man. That moment was the turning point
in his life. A few minutes a day spent with the eager, susceptible child
mind, will bring everlasting blessing upon the father and mother.





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