Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1858-01-21
farmcr's department temperance 1t(attfr,

"WHo HATH BELIEVED OUR REPORT"
The temperance gospel has been proclaim
ed for, To-. these many years, until its truths
have been set before every one. From the
mountain from the vallies and from the plains,
nigh unto the sea, buele blast has been
heard at morning and evening, setting forth
he evils of drunkenness and the blessing at
tending life of sobriety. The anguish of
half furnished children have been painted
again and again and held up before the pub
lie eye. The degradation of the drunkard
has been faithfully set forth and his miser-
able end recorded time after time. The
monster curse has been portrayed after every
conceivable manner. The subject has been
fully canvassed. The public has been
thoroughly informed. The pulpit, the press
and the lecture room have each done faith
full part in this great work. The truth has
been proclaimed long enough for the utmost
depths Of the public soul to have been STIR
red "Who hath believed our rcport::'
Alas not every one who should have be-
licved it. Like the sccG.sowcr in the sacred
paraole, some have fallen in barren places
and yielded no fruit, while some have given
an hundred fold. Go into promiscous
gathering of the people, and you will soon
see who have believed and who have not
There is a man standing at his cart with
tin cup measure in hishand, dealing out his
destrutive agents to his fellow men, while the
rabblc increases and the coarse jests and pro-
family grow more and more disgusting around
him, and rcclng through the crowd the poor
drunken victims 60 to the gutter He sure
ly has not we'll weighed the matter in his
mind-he certainly has not properly regard
ed his responsibility towards his fellow
man. Evidently he has not looked at it in the
light that the great body oftcmpcrance men
has been viewing it for the last quarter OF
century. If he has considered all these
matters it is certainly strange that he does
not abandon it at once. He has not believed
our report.
There is another mana man we'll to do
in the world-a man who has long since re-
gardcd the temperance cause, and has spoken
of it again and again as one Of the grandest
projects, aside from christian church, that
has ever been brought toward for the consid-
Grafton of moral men, and has always desired
to be considered on the side of the cause,
though not exactly with it or of it. lie, in
the midst of this same promiscuous gathering
of the people, so far forgets himself as to be
seen at the tail of contemplate whiskey
cart, in the act ofbuyite and drinking whis-
key. Now, this man has surely forgotten
himself-he has forgotten pearl y all he has
ever said uponthe subiect-he has forgotten
how he has deplored the ruinous effects Of
general drinking and the whiskey pcdlling
system; he has forgotten the scenes of
wretchcduess falling under his own personal
observation from the monster curse-he has
forgotten his high social position and the in
huence. such an act on his part would exert
among his fellows. He has ceased to re-
member these things, or has played the hy-
pocrite from the first, and has not "bclieved
our report."
There is young man with prospects Of a
brilliant future before him and rare promises
of usefulness to himself and others. lie has
been reared in the midst of light upon this
subject lie has listened and has read. He
has been faithfully warned of the hidden
danger lurking in the Intoxicating glass;
Relying upon his own strength he ventures
to taste, and the fettcrs of uugovernable ap-
petite are beginning to fasten upon him.
The danger has been pointed out to him but
he has not "believed our report"
And there at the outskirt of this same pro-
miscous gathering of the people lies the poor
drunkard, covered with filth and mud, and
sleeping off his debauch in the most humili-
ating and degraded position that man could
possibly place himself in. He has been fair
ly warned by experience and friendly coun-
sci. lie stands on the last brink now with
the surges of drunkard's hell beating a.
gainst it. He has not believed, and the last
terrible doom yawns its darkness to grasp him.
"Who hah believed our l-port?"
Shirt of the Age.