An Ominous Sign of the End
11%Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Apr 20, 1911
FromReview and Herald, Vol. 88, No. 16.
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There was never an age when cities held more temptations, and the necessity for safeguarding was greater. There never was an era when there were so many forces gilding sin. We have come to a time when all the places where vice reigns and men appeal to the lower passions, are made beautiful. . . . It is an age when beautiful paintings and stained-glass windows adorn saloons and hotels; when men are hired to write alluring plays; when tunes are made catchy to convey suggestive words; a time when gardens such as those on the way to Coney Island abound, where young men and girls stop at first for a chop or a roll, and then for worse. It is easy enough to break through the hedge of innocence. . . . If you could only hear the stories that are told to me. If you ever had to go to pray at the bedside of a dying girl, and heard her curse you with hideous curses for the sin you had heard her confess, you could understand what a pastor sometimes has to hear. Another peril is the tendency of Americans to turn night into day. All the wreckages of life are in the night. Men and women, if you want to ruin your children, turn them loose in the streets at night; give them parties when they are ten or twelve years old; give the boys dress suits, the girls party dresses; teach the latter to count their little lovers before they are twelve; and then God pity the man who marries these unmarried widows at fifteen.