The light of one home had been quenched in gloom and guilt.

A husband had broken over the barriers that God placed around the path of marital love, and his sun had gone down at mid-day.

The sun which should have gilded the horizon of life and lent it additional charms, had gone down in darkness, yes, set behind the shadow of a thousand clouds.

Innocent and unoffending childhood was robbed of a father's care, and a once happy wife, and joyful mother sat down in her widow's weeds with the mantle of a gloomier sorrow around her heart.

And all for what?
Oh who will justify the ways of God to man?
Who will impress upon the mind of youth with its impulsiveness that it is a privilege as well as a duty to present the body to God, as a living sacrifice holy and acceptable in his sight.