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Title: Social Dynamite: The Wickedness of Modern Society from the Discources of T. De Witt Talmage
Year: 1887 (1880s)
Authors: T De Will Talmage Frances Post Van Norstrand
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Publisher: Richmond, Va., H.E. Grosh
Contributing Library: Hackney Library, Barton College
Digitizing Sponsor: Institute of Museum and Library Services, under the provisions of the Library Services and Technology Act, administered by the State Library of North Carolina. Grant issued to Duke University for the Religion in North Carolina project.

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hangs on the tree, the riper andmore mellow it ought to grow. You plant one grain ofcorn, and it will send up a stalk with two ears, each havingnine hundred and fifty grains, so that one grain planted willproduce nineteen hundred grains. And ought not the im-plantation of a grain of Christian principle in a youthful souldevelop into a large crop of gladness on earth and to a har-vest of eternal joy in heaven? I wish to show some of themistakes which young people make in regard to happiness,and point out to young women what I consider to be thesources of complete patisfaction. In the first place, I advise you not to build your happi-ness upon mere social position. Young persons looking offupon life, are apt to think that if, by some stroke of what iscalled good-luck, they could arrive in an elevated and affluentposition, a little higher than that in which God has called themto live, they would be completely happy. Infinite mistake!The palace floor of Ahasuerus is red with the blood of
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QUEEN VaSHTI. SOCIETY WOMEN. 239 Vashtis broken heart. There have been no more scaldingtears wept than those which coursed the cheeks of Josephine.If the sobs of unhappy womanhood in the great cities couldbreak through the tapestried wall, that sob would come alongyour streets to day like the simoon of the desert. Sometimes( have heard in the rustling of the robes on the city pave-ment the hiss of the adders that followed in the wake. Youhave come out from your home, and you have looked up atthe great house, and coveted a life under those arches, when,perhaps, at that very moment, within that house, there mayhave been the wringing of hands, the start of horror, and thevery agony of hell. I knew such a one. Her fathershouse was plain, most of the people who came there wereplain; but, by a change in fortune such as sometimes comes, ahand had been offered that led her into a brilliant sphere.All the neighbors congratulated her upon her grand pros-pects; but what an exchange! On her side

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