Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1857-10-29
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From the Spirit of Age.
DO ESs HE DRIN z?

Young lady reader, we begyou to ask this
question in regard to that young. man; who
is trying to win yourlove. Though he may
be all smiles, all Establishments, all a. seem
ing soul Of hour and a golden prize that you
might be proud to gain, yet if he puts the
destroying cup to his lips, espurn him from
your presence Crush the growing bud OF
love in your heart to death at once, if you
value your future peace. You may think
that YOU will possess the power to restrain
him in his degrading Indulgence, and that
for your sake, after you are married, he will
put the vice faraway from him; but in bit
terness you will discover your mistake and
repent of your error when tits toolate. New
errisk your happiness by becoming the wife
of one who drinks. ~.f
Disregard this friendly counsel, and what
willshappen? You marry him, and the we'd
ding day seems so brightthat you think sure
ly no cloud can ever gather its gloom to dar.
ken the glowi 6 prospect opening before you:
You go to a new home, not like your old
home, but with full as pleasant shade trees
shadowing it, and with full as merry birds
singing in the welcoming boughs. Your
soulthrobs with the pulses of noble and
generous love, and you wonder how any wife
can be unhappy in world so bright and
full of promise All! it has never entered
into your young heart to conceive the ter
rors that are embodied in the single phrase
arunkads rife? Months roll by and you
begin to realize a terrible truth. Your hus-
bands love for his drains is rapidly burn
ing up the love that he once vowed to you.
He espends but little of his time with you.
His words seem less musical to you than for
merly. Heis growing cross and unkind TO-
wards you. You try in vain to persuade
yourself that he is not in danger of becoming
drunkard, but the evidences are too conclu-
sive-too overwhelming. His evenings are
spent abroad, and, bye and bye, he comes to
your home reeliug and singing in the deliri-
um of bcastly iutoxicatiou. Curses linger
on his lips against you; his tongue is on fire
with abuse his hand, that you clasped at the
altar and pledged to take for better or worse,
is raised against you, and you begin now to
realize the misery, the anguish and sorrow of
drunkdr3's ae!te. . ~-:@ .-..
You plead, you beseeoh, you persuade, you
pray your husband, by the memory of your
early love, to forsakc course that is leading
you both to ruin, and he may make you prom.
ises and kindle aspark of hope in your sorrow
crushed heart, but the demon Of rum has him
bound in strong chains like brass, aud the
promises that gave you hope will be broken,
and darker and yet darker clouds will gath
er over you, until each aud every little star
of hope will be shut out from casting beam
of promise along the dark and rugged way
that lies before you. You may weep and
mourn through all the hours Of lonesome
nights, but the midnight el6ns have not the
power to speak peace to your troubled soul.
You may sigh in vain for the happiness you
once enjoyed in the quiet home of kind
old father, whose eyes death has kindly clo-
sed against the day of your trouble, and long
for the.departed joys you once realized under
the shadow of oak and naples in the yard
where your good old mother gave you her
blessing and pointed you to wisdom's ways.
These joys shall never, 'euer return you are
bound to body of death, and loathsome,
corrupt and delfled as he is, you love him
STILL Can anything be more terrible?
Yea, indeed, more terrible scene awaits
you. All ofyour earthly possessions-the lit
tie legacy your good old father left you-all,
all will be squaudered, but that is not the
greatest calamity awaiting you. Your hus-
band was strong when you married him, but
the continued blows of the rum devil has laid
him low. He is, physically and morally,
shattered wreck. He is great and hopeless
sinner lying at Deaths iron gate. You see
dim and terrible vision through thesfood
of tears that blind you. Your once noble
husband gasping after Aeeting breath, and
in a whirlwind of delirum and despair ours
ing Heaven, earth, hell and Saviour that
died on Calvary! You see the last agony of
the poor man, and you know that his soul
that you loved so wildly, has no rest, but
that it is lost and torn by shrieking storms
of everlasting despair on raging sea of fire,
"where the worm dieth not and the fire is
not quenched" This is the great and terri
Bile calamity awaiting you, and it will rend
your soul with anguish in years to come,
even after the sod has taken deep root and
grown green on the spot where your lost hus-
band mingles with the dust You have
lively hope that you will gain Heaven in the
end and rest from your labors, but you can
not hope to meet your lost husband there ;
for your own faith and knowledge of the Cos
pei forbids it. He is lost-lost to you-lost
to happiness-lost to Heaven! Lost! LOST!
LosT!!!
Avert these terrible calamites, dear young
lady reader, by jealous care of whom you
meet at the sacred altar there to pledge your
love faith. Better not marry at all, than to
reap title of these calamities
Does he drink Spurn him away-crush
the growing bud of love in your bosom as
serpent that would sting you to death-lis-
ten to no promises of future amendment; for
we do assure you that it has never entered
into your young heart to conceive one half
the anguish and misery of a drunhards
wye.
TRuE AS ANYTAING CAN BE.=Ihe Ca