midnight
-- and if so , what sad , sad wreck ! Is there no one whose influence can lead those stray sheep back to the fold ? No mother , no sister , no lady love to plead as a woman 's eloquence alone can plead , in behalf of that fair young soul exposed to every danger ? Is there no volume among that superb collection of books open to all Ottawaites , that would not satisfy you , young foolish souls , by your midnight coals , burning your midnight oils , if you must needs burn both ? What advantage is there in facing every peril of the material and spiritual darkness , that you must make a daily habit thereof ? Is not this the case , that you never entered upon such a course of life alone ? Some one was there who beckoned you on his way .