evitably for shame, disease, and death. Betrayed and
seduced themselves, they in their turn betray and curse others.

8. WARNING OTHERS.--Have you never been struck with the argument
of the Apostle, who, warning others from the corrupt example of the
fleshy Esau, said, "Lest there be any fornicator or profane person as
Esau, who for one mess of meat sold his own birthright. For ye know
that even afterward, when he desired to inherit the blessing, he
was rejected, he found no place for repentance, though he sought it
diligently with tears." Terrible and striking words are these. His
birthright sold for a mess of meat. The fearful costs of sin--yes,
that is the thought, particularly the sin of fornication! Engrave that
word upon your memories and hearts--"One mess of meat."

9. THE HARLOT'S MESS OF MEAT.--Remember it, young men, when you are
tempted to this sin. For a few minutes' sensual pleasure, for a mess
of harlot's meat, young men are paying out the love of the son and
brother; they are deceiving, lying, and cheating for a mess of meat;
for a mess, not seldom of putrid flesh, men have paid down purity and
prayer, manliness and godliness; for a mess of meat some perhaps have
donned their best attire, and assumed the manners of the gentleman,
and then, like an infernal hypocrite flogged the steps of maiden or
harlot to satisfy their degrading lust; for a mess of meat young men
have deceived father and mother, and shrunk from the embrace of
love of the pure-minded sister. For the harlot's mess of meat some
listening to me have spent scores of hours of invaluable time. They
have wearied the body, diseased and demoralized the mind. The pocket
has been emptied, theft committed, lies unnumbered told, to play the
part of the harlot's mate--perchance a six-foot fool, dragged into
the filth and mire of the harlot's house. You called her your friend,
when, but for her mess of meat, you would have passed her like dirt in
the street.

10. SEEING LIFE.--You consorted with her for your mutual shame and
death, and then called it "seeing life." Had your mother met you, you
would have shrunk away like a craven cur. Had your sister interviewed
you, she had blushed to bear your name; or had she been seen by you in
company with some other whoremaster, for similar commerce, you would
have wished that she had been dead. Now what think you of this "seeing
life?" And it is for this that tens of thousands of strong men in our
large cities