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The Doom Of Admah.
indignation , which swelled the breast of the silent witness of the desecration . One represented a youth just verging into manhood ; the features were regular and classical ; but in each lust and animal passion burned so fiercely , all traces of virtue seemed parched ancl withered b y the unhallowed fire . The second was of a man in the prime of life ; the head was bald , the eyes were dim and sunken , the skin sallow and
blotched , the carcass bloated , the limbs tottering and emaciated , ancl the whole carriage reeling and unsteady . His hand grasped a goblet , and round his mouth played a vacant and unmeaning smile . The third was of a man of mature age , with features which would have been noble had not an expression of intense selfishness marred the whole . " Behold , " cried the female , " how these self-styled disciples of charity obey her will ! Speak , son of man ! in her name lift up thy voice and denounce them : for their iniquities grieve her spirit , and their hypocrisy hath roused her indignation . " She vanished as with the sound of her voice , and the next moment , he srnnrl in t-hp mi / lcf nf rl-m nniav trivnno-
TTnrlicmayed by their looks of menace , undeterred by their threatening manner , he boldly spake ancl fulfilled his mission . " Listen , " he cried , " " thus says the spirit of thy order . Was it for this that ye were chosen ? Did I not call thee from among the many to sow the seeds of peace among a fallen and divided race ? Did I not bid thee go abroad and teach temperance ancl justice ? Ancl what have we here ? Riot , uncleanness , and iniquity . Instead of truth , a lie!—instead of love ,
division—instead of relief , gluttony and excess . Have I not made thee strong ? Have I not made thee wealthy ? Have I not preserved thee in danger ? Have I not made princes thy rulers , and the lords of the earth thy brethren ? Wherefore then doth the widow cry unto thee in
vain , and the old man lift up his voice unheard ? If thou art full , why dies thy brother of hunger ? If thou art glad , why does the orphan moan ? Thy richness flows—but not in charity . How long shall I bear with thee ! How long shall I listen to prayers from a mocking heart ! How long shall I suffer the treasures of charity to pander to the tickling of the palate , while the poor cry unto me for bread ! Turn from thy evil way—retrace thy steps—turn back to purity ancl truthcast from thee thy dead branches—fence round thvineyard—admit
y not the scoffer and the profane—turn th y face from the drunkard and the unclean—spend not thy wealth in feasting—lend not thy ears to the filthy tongue—honour virtue , lift it on thy shoulders , show the nations how fair it is—smite vice on the cheek—denounce her open shame ancl her secret whisperings—love one another , and be not rich except in well doing . But if ye will not hearken to my voice , if ye will continue wooing with smiling face the pleasures of sense , while ye neglect my
poor ; ruin shall seize thee , ancl in the hour ye little dream , thy proud fabric shall crumble into nothingness , ancl the tongue of scorn shall spit at thee . " He ceased ; ancl as the sound of his voice died away , the hitherto pent up indignation of his audience found vent . They rushed
upon linn , as impelled by one will , and cruelly beating him , cast him out of the city , insensible and apparently dead . The first rays of the coming day were struggling in the east when his senses slowly returned . Bruised and bleeding be arose , and having thanked his God for having preserved him alive , resolved to secure his safety by immediate flight . Scarcely had the sun awakened the world and gilded the path of the lonely wanderer , ere the fires of Divine anger consumed the cities of the plain , and desolation sat upon the ruins of Admah . CATO . ( No . 25 ) ,
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The Doom Of Admah.
indignation , which swelled the breast of the silent witness of the desecration . One represented a youth just verging into manhood ; the features were regular and classical ; but in each lust and animal passion burned so fiercely , all traces of virtue seemed parched ancl withered b y the unhallowed fire . The second was of a man in the prime of life ; the head was bald , the eyes were dim and sunken , the skin sallow and
blotched , the carcass bloated , the limbs tottering and emaciated , ancl the whole carriage reeling and unsteady . His hand grasped a goblet , and round his mouth played a vacant and unmeaning smile . The third was of a man of mature age , with features which would have been noble had not an expression of intense selfishness marred the whole . " Behold , " cried the female , " how these self-styled disciples of charity obey her will ! Speak , son of man ! in her name lift up thy voice and denounce them : for their iniquities grieve her spirit , and their hypocrisy hath roused her indignation . " She vanished as with the sound of her voice , and the next moment , he srnnrl in t-hp mi / lcf nf rl-m nniav trivnno-
TTnrlicmayed by their looks of menace , undeterred by their threatening manner , he boldly spake ancl fulfilled his mission . " Listen , " he cried , " " thus says the spirit of thy order . Was it for this that ye were chosen ? Did I not call thee from among the many to sow the seeds of peace among a fallen and divided race ? Did I not bid thee go abroad and teach temperance ancl justice ? Ancl what have we here ? Riot , uncleanness , and iniquity . Instead of truth , a lie!—instead of love ,
division—instead of relief , gluttony and excess . Have I not made thee strong ? Have I not made thee wealthy ? Have I not preserved thee in danger ? Have I not made princes thy rulers , and the lords of the earth thy brethren ? Wherefore then doth the widow cry unto thee in
vain , and the old man lift up his voice unheard ? If thou art full , why dies thy brother of hunger ? If thou art glad , why does the orphan moan ? Thy richness flows—but not in charity . How long shall I bear with thee ! How long shall I listen to prayers from a mocking heart ! How long shall I suffer the treasures of charity to pander to the tickling of the palate , while the poor cry unto me for bread ! Turn from thy evil way—retrace thy steps—turn back to purity ancl truthcast from thee thy dead branches—fence round thvineyard—admit
y not the scoffer and the profane—turn th y face from the drunkard and the unclean—spend not thy wealth in feasting—lend not thy ears to the filthy tongue—honour virtue , lift it on thy shoulders , show the nations how fair it is—smite vice on the cheek—denounce her open shame ancl her secret whisperings—love one another , and be not rich except in well doing . But if ye will not hearken to my voice , if ye will continue wooing with smiling face the pleasures of sense , while ye neglect my
poor ; ruin shall seize thee , ancl in the hour ye little dream , thy proud fabric shall crumble into nothingness , ancl the tongue of scorn shall spit at thee . " He ceased ; ancl as the sound of his voice died away , the hitherto pent up indignation of his audience found vent . They rushed
upon linn , as impelled by one will , and cruelly beating him , cast him out of the city , insensible and apparently dead . The first rays of the coming day were struggling in the east when his senses slowly returned . Bruised and bleeding be arose , and having thanked his God for having preserved him alive , resolved to secure his safety by immediate flight . Scarcely had the sun awakened the world and gilded the path of the lonely wanderer , ere the fires of Divine anger consumed the cities of the plain , and desolation sat upon the ruins of Admah . CATO . ( No . 25 ) ,