"Lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God." 2 
    Timothy 3:4
    "Young men away from home must have something!" you are 
    ready to say, "to interest—to amuse—to gratify them! They have been called 
    to sacrifice the comforts of their father's house, and to endure many 
    hardships and much discomfort—and need something to enliven and divert their 
    minds!" True. But it should be of a kind that will not endanger their 
    health, their morals, or their future interests—and especially their souls. 
    To seek relief from the labors of business, the gloom of solitude, or the 
    annoyance of an unpleasant home—by "the pleasures of sin, which are but for 
    a season"—is to recruit our wearied nature, and to enliven our dull frame, 
    by drinking a sweet-tasting and effervescing draught of deadly poison! That 
    young man is not only not truly pious—but scarcely acts the part of a 
    rational creature, whose love of diversion leads him to seek such 
    gratifications as are ruinous to all his interests for time and eternity! 
    A love of pleasure, a taste for amusement, as such—is a most dangerous 
    propensity!
    
    Business, young man, business is what you should attend 
    to. There is pleasure in industry. Employment is gratification. But still 
    you repeat, "We must have something which shall interest the mind when 
    business is over; which shall be a subject of diversion and mental 
    occupation—to fill up the gaps of thought during the day, and which shall be 
    an object to which the eye may constantly turn for refreshment and relief 
    amid all that is disgusting and disheartening in the rough cares of our 
    situation." Well, here it is! Here is a glorious object! Here is what you 
    need—just what you need—and all you need! True religion, true religion, my 
    reader, will prove to be, if you try it, an engaging companion, a 
    sympathizing comforter, an ever-present friend, and a sure guide to the 
    fountain of happiness!
    Do not listen to the ignorant testimony of those who have 
    never tried it, and who represent it as the enemy of human delight; but 
    attend to the intelligent witness of those who speak from experience, and 
    who declare it to be the very element of happiness. Who would take the 
    evidence of a blind man about color and form; or of a deaf one about sounds; 
    or of one without the sense of taste about flavor? And equally irrational 
    would it be to take the opinion of an ungodly man about true religion!
    It is a truth, which the experience of millions has 
    proved, that "Wisdom's ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are 
    peace." Consider what true religion is—not mere bodily exercise, a drudgery 
    of forms and ceremonies. No! But an occupation of the mind and heart! An 
    occupation, too, which engages the noblest contemplation of the mind, and 
    exercises the purest affections of the heart. It is the employment of the 
    whole soul upon the most sublime object that mind can be conversant with.
    
    
    Mental occupation is essential to felicity, and here 
    it is in perfection and permanence. Dwell upon the privileges of true 
    religion; the pardon of sin; full and free justification; the favor of the 
    eternal God, together with the consciousness of that favor, and communion 
    with Him; peace of conscience, like the sunshine on the heart; the 
    renovation of our corrupt nature; and the subjection of passion, appetite, 
    and animal propensity—to rules which Scripture prescribes, and reason 
    approves—and all this united with the hope, prospect, and foretaste of 
    eternal glory! I ask, can the man whose mind is in this state be otherwise 
    than happy? I wish to impress you with the idea that the individual who is 
    thus religious, whose piety is Scriptural, evangelical, experimental—and not 
    superstitious, nominal, and ignorant—must be happy; not, indeed, perfectly 
    so, for perfect happiness is known only in the heavenly world. But he is 
    contented and satisfied, as being in a state of repose. 
    His mind is not anxiously and ignorantly urging the 
    question, "Who will show us any good?" He has a definite idea of what will 
    make him happy; he is not in quest of something to occupy his mind and 
    satisfy his heart—but has found it, and is at rest! He has become possessed 
    of a supreme object of interest, which his heart loves, and his 
    conscience approves, an object which has many and great advantages; it is 
    always at hand, for it is with him, yes, in him! He proves the 
    truth of the assertion, "The good man shall be satisfied from himself;" 
    because the spring of his happiness is in his own bosom! He is calm 
    and tranquil. His pleasures are not only pure—but peaceful. His pleasures 
    occasion no agitation, no painful reflection, no remorse. His pleasures are 
    inexpensive. They do not unfit him for business, nor create in him a disgust 
    with his trade or profession—but brace and invigorate him to carry on its 
    labors, and endure its cares. His pleasures do not impair his health or 
    enervate his mind—but are all of a healthful nature, both as regards the 
    body and the soul.
    True religion, moreover, includes duties that are 
    all agreeable. The love of God, the service of Christ, the practice of 
    holiness, the destruction of sin, the cultivation of charity, all are 
    pleasant. The Christian, in going the house of God, enjoys far more delight 
    than he does who treks about on Sunday excursions. The reading of the 
    Bible, although it does not fascinate the imagination, and kindle the 
    passions, like a novel or licentious poem—soothes, softens, and sanctifies 
    the heart. Prayer is one of the most elevating exercises in which the 
    soul can be engaged, for it is man speaking to God—the poor frail, finite 
    child of dust and ashes, admitted, through the mediation of Christ—to an 
    audience with the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God. And 
    as to the pleasures of friendship, where are they enjoyed in such perfection 
    as in the communion of saints?
    Nor is this all—for true religion supplies an 
    inexhaustible source of the deepest interest—in the various great and 
    glorious institutions which are formed and in operation to promote the 
    moral, spiritual, and eternal welfare of mankind; to many of these, young 
    men are contributing, in different ways, their valuable assistance. I can 
    with confidence ask, whether the polluted and polluting scenes of earthly 
    pleasures—to which many resort, can yield half the satisfaction which is 
    enjoyed at public meetings of pious institutions, where interesting facts 
    unite to captivate the imagination and delight the heart. There is more real 
    enjoyment here, than in any of those sinful diversions in which men of 
    corrupt taste find their amusement. The great enterprises for the conversion 
    of the world, now carrying on its operations through all lands, supplies an 
    object of unrivaled sublimity, splendor, and importance, and which, by 
    firing the ambition, and employing the energies of youthful piety, never 
    fails to be productive of pure delight, as often as the eye contemplates it, 
    or the mind is conscious of promoting it.
    Blessed with true piety, a youth may be happy anywhere 
    and everywhere. The apprentice, serving the most tyrannical employer, or 
    oppressed by the most unfeeling and hard-hearted boss, will still find, if 
    he possesses true religion, a relief sufficient to lighten the yoke and 
    soften the rigors of the hard service. And how it will cheer the solitude of 
    the clerk or the shopman in his private lodgings, when neither friend nor 
    companion is near! There he can commune with his God, and pray to his 
    heavenly Father, though his earthly one be far from him. He is not now 
    tempted to leave his cheerless dwelling in quest of comfort, for he can find 
    enough in pious exercises—or if he wishes, as he lawfully may do—to relieve 
    his solitude, he can be happy in hearing a sermon, or going to the meeting 
    of some Christian committee with which he is connected, or to the public 
    meeting of some society which may be held in the neighborhood. 
    
    Solitude itself is not disagreeable, for he wishes to 
    cultivate his mind by knowledge, and his heart by piety; and when exchanged 
    for social communion and pleasures, they are of a kind to do him not 
    harm—but good. True religion thus makes him comfortable whether alone—or in 
    society. 
    Young man, I want you to be happy, and I am sure there is 
    only one thing that will make you so—and that is true piety. You may be 
    amused and gratified, pleased and diverted, at least for a while, without 
    this; but amusement and diversion are only 'substitutes' for happiness—not 
    the thing itself. Man was made for the service and enjoyment of God—and he 
    cannot be truly happy until he is brought to answer the end of his creation.
    Who can tell what sorrow awaits him in future life? Oh, 
    could I lift up the 'veil of futurity', and disclose the scenes of your 
    history, how would your heart sink to foresee the trials that are in reserve 
    for you! Setting out upon the voyage of life, with a bright sky, a smooth 
    sea, a fair wind, and every sail filled with the favorable breeze, you may 
    soon have to encounter the storm that will reduce you to a wreck on some 
    lonely and dreary shore. Your trade may fail, your wife may die, and your 
    constitution may sink under the pressure of accumulated woes. What is 
    there to comfort and support you amid solitude, and the long, dark, wintry 
    night of adversity? True religion, had you sought it in the season of 
    youth and health, would have helped you to sustain the shock of misfortune 
    by its consoling and strengthening influence! But you have neglected it, and 
    in its absence, there is nothing human or Divine to support you, and you 
    fall, first into poverty, then to drinking, then to the grave, and then to 
    the bottomless pit!
    How many who have died of a broken heart, or as slaves to 
    drunkenness, and have gone from the sorrows of time to the torments of 
    eternity, would, if they had possessed true religion, notwithstanding their 
    misfortunes, have lived in peace, died in hope, and been blessed forever! 
    True religion, if it led only to misery upon earth, if it were really 
    the gloomy and pleasure-destroying thing which many represent it, and others 
    believe it to be—yet, as it leads from everlasting misery to eternal bliss 
    hereafter, would be our highest as well as our incumbent duty! For who would 
    not escape from hell and flee to heaven, if it could only be done by passing 
    through dark or gloomy places, or a perpetual martyrdom? 
    But instead of this, true piety is the most serene and 
    delightsome thing on earth! It is the sweetener of our comforts—the softener 
    of our cares—the solace of our sorrows! It deprives us of no enjoyment but 
    what would injure us—and gives other and far better ones in place of those 
    it takes! It is the spring flower of youth—the summer sun of our manhood—the 
    autumn fruits of our declining years—and the lunar brightness of the wintry 
    night of our old age! It is a verdant, quiet, secluded path to the paradise 
    of God! And, after giving us the light of his countenance in life, the 
    support of his grace in death, will conduct us to his presence, where there 
    is fullness of joy, and to his right hand, where there are pleasures 
    forevermore!