. Social Dynamite: The Wickedness of Modern Society from the Discources of T. De Witt Talmage . mean to a dissipated young man ? It means a lightning ex-press train on a down grade on the Grand Trunk to perdi-tion. Al Borak was a winged horse, on which Mohammedpretended to have ridden by night from Mecca to Jerusalemand from Jerusalem to the seventh heaven with such speedthat each step was as far as the eye could reach. A youngman out of employment through his dissipations is seated onan Al Borak, riding as fast in the opposite direction. It is now only five years since Edward came to
. Social Dynamite: The Wickedness of Modern Society from the Discources of T. De Witt Talmage . mean to a dissipated young man ? It means a lightning ex-press train on a down grade on the Grand Trunk to perdi-tion. Al Borak was a winged horse, on which Mohammedpretended to have ridden by night from Mecca to Jerusalemand from Jerusalem to the seventh heaven with such speedthat each step was as far as the eye could reach. A youngman out of employment through his dissipations is seated onan Al Borak, riding as fast in the opposite direction. It is now only five years since Edward came to used to write home once a weekat the longest. He has not writtenhome for three months. Whatcan be the matter ? say the oldpeople at home. One Saturdaymorning the father puts on the bestapparel of his wardrobe and goesto the city to find out. Oh, he hasnot been here for a long while, saythe gentlemen of the firm. Yourson, I am sorry to say, is on thewrong track. The old fathergoes hunting him from place toplace and comes suddenly uponhim that night in a place of abandonment. The father says:. HONORED AGE. TWO HIGHWAYS. 43 My sou, come with me. Your mother has sent me to bringyou home. I hear you are out of money and good clothes,and you know as long as we live you can have a right away, he says, putting his hand on the youngmans shoulder. In angry tone Edward replies: Takeyour hands off me! You mind yoijr own business! I will doas I please! Take your hands off me or I will strike youdown! You go your way and I will go mine! That Saturday night, or rather Sunday morning—for itis by this time 2 oclock in the morning—-the father goes tothe city home of his son Nicholas, and rings the bell, andrings again, and it seems as if no answer wrill be given; butafter awhile a window is hoisted and a voice cries: Whosthere? Its me, says the old man. Why father, isthat you ? In a minute the door is opened and the sonsays: What in the world brought you to the city at thishour of
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