Show 1 SAM J01n ISMS HoughHewn fipisrnuw from Ser moiJB of the Kan tan Kerens Ulevivalist A good man is like a city set upon a hill you cant hide him I you want to know what your neighbors neigh-bors think of you disguise yourself and go among them How many men in this congregation are paying the rent for women who are not not their wives Preachers know a good deal more about their flocks than they dar tell I might endanger their salaries A pretty woman has ruined more than one church You neednt turn up your nose at God for He knows you Whatsoever a man soweth he shall reap is true both in the Bible and the almanac whether God said it or not Some of you men have sowed enough seed to damn the world I you sow whisky you reap drunkards Grocery stores with barroom attachments attach-ments are moral hell holes Your daughter may be beautiful and lovely but the first thing you know the devil may pack off i worthless won w-on you A man who would swear before his children is a brute The gambler is almost invariably the i son of Christian parents Why is this 1 Show mn the man who was a soldier in I the late war who says that lie didnt steal I and I will show you a liar I have a contempt for a man who has the time to play cards I never knew a firstclass billiard player who was worth the powder i would take to kill him The most beautiful sight in this world is to see a man leading his wife and children dren into the gates of heaven I Live so your children may put their I feet in your tracks and be honorable I Most ot you dont care if your neighbor goes hungry so you have enough Christ and whisky dont stay in the same hide at the same time Ingersoll does no harm The real infidels in-fidels are in the churches They believe h4 lm + mnMbi There are women here who do nothing but shop shop shop dress dress Hell is full of such women Take your city churches the Lord dont go within a mile of them and the devil gets in The man who dont laugh needs a liver medicine This threemiieanhour lick in religion aint no good Look at the sister headed for the ballroom ball-room The devil has a string round her neck but she dont know it Id rather be a town dog than a town liar The truth flows from a good manlike man-like molasses from a jug Tell the truth though you die in a poorhouse poor-house Theres a merchant in this town who tells the truth but hes mighty lonesome lone-some I |