The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1859-12-22
fren the Analyst
An Address,

An address,
Deirere2 ar 4kroa, Ohio. orer the 5ody O,
Horaee Darby, seho died Of Delrsxn.
Treme.s.
BH GEN. L v. BIERCE.
Is there a tehapera ate man here Such was
Horace barley les than ten years ago.
Is there moderate dria&er here > The sun
has made less than 6ve annual circuits since
the victim whose body we have met to con :
sign 10 drunkard's grave, and whosa soul
tEts gone % a drunsard's eternity, was like
YOU.
Is there draHkarl before me . YouR
tarn comes next The same solemn duty
we are now performing for Horace Darley
Will soon be performed over your remalns--
/ his is the twelfth victim in this township.
that has gone to the drunxsrd's grave in the
last five months And were they sinners
above all others / tell YOU no bu, un-
less YOU repent, YOU will likewise PERISH
Shall | a peal to You Shall ask, Who
hath woe-who hath sorrow-who hath con-
tentiou-who hath wounds without cause p
Ii you will commune with your own hearts.
and let Your conscience answer. they will
tell YOU, "It is those who seek strong drink"
Could | appeal to that iusnimate form
before me. apd ask him. with the light of
{
led spirit. What are the Joys of the drunkardl
What think you, would be his reply?
That spirit with its enlarged vision, could
ii now reanimate this dust. would cause a
thrill of horror in this assembly. as. with its
phantom hand. he pointed 10 the tortures that
i racsed lis frame-to the mental agony that
produced deiivium-so the horrors that drove
hiGl 10 seek relief In suicides DEATH
"Taese," il would shrek IN nearthly tones,
''are the drunsard's joys.''
Should | appeal to i, to know II the stupor
of drum ukenness eslmed the agonies OF deabe
l would asan reply. "Oh. no! 1t is but
the calm that presages the storm. and adds
10 its violence Oh, horril, awful calm -
more terrible than the storm itself"
Is there drunksrd before me ? Go with
me to the poor house. and ask it's inmates
what brought them there. Their bloated
countenances and haggard forms would az
swer, "htemperance"
Go 10 your jail. and ask is inmates what
brought them here Echo answers, "intem-
Perdnce.
Go to your Penitentiary. and ask. What
has tenanted this gloomy palace Its length
ened halls respond TO the voices OF hundreds.
"iatemperaace.
Go to your graveyard, and there. in the
great charnel- house OF Death. inquire, What
has filled your Pottcr's field? And twelve
newmade graves will answer. "Lfempe-
rance has furnished our tenants In the last tive
months"
While there select your own resting pla-
ces; for sure tho same cause produces
the same effect. y0u, too. will soon occupy a
part of that lonely. dishonored ground. And
who will come To drop the sorrowing tear or
bestrew your grave with Il ,wers The sex
t,,f, I,,txz 4
grave is forsahen-hs name perisheth.
On. will you persist in course that leads
to such an end? Will YOU break every tie
that bings to kindred, aud friends, and socie-
ty. and choose drunkard's lite, a drunkard's
sutferings, and a drunkard's death
Is there a drunkards mife present? Go
to her lonely home, and ask her of the COM
forts that intemperance brings. She will
point You to her naked children CRYING for
bread - she will poin. you to her cold
and cherries hearth;-sh will point to brui-
ses made by the blows of one who has vow
ed to love and protect her. Having shown
you these, she will point TO Heaven as her
only comfort.
Is there a mather here. who has son
whose course is downward in Intem perance9
Ask her for the consultations Intenperance
affords, and the scalding tear as it courses
answer. the breast that gave its life blood
to that son ia infancy. and rejoiced in the ex-
pectation th1t he would BE- the prop Of her
declining years, is DOW torn with anguish at
the blight of her earthly hopes.
Horace Darley had such a mother; but
she long ago sunk into the grave and well
might he exclalm ii now animate i. Poor,
broken hearted twas we'll that she died %
for she did not live TO see the depths of his
degradation.
Is there fathe~ present. who has son
going the downward rosd Of lntempersuce
On how his heart must bleed as he sees his
hopes blasted, and the pride Of his heart de-
stroyed
Horace barley had such father. and he,
too, sunk into his grave before he saw the ex-
tent of his sons wretchedness.
Is there sister of drunkard present p
Horace barley has sisters. too, whose i.earts
beat in love for him, as a sisters heart only
can beat. Oh. how the message l have this
day sent them will rend their hearts -
A letter from one of them was found treas
ured in the bosom of this inauifnate form, as
his last, his only treasure. Strange that the
kind entrea,ies, aud loving tenderness Of that
letter could not have broken the spell tina.
surrounded him. Yet such is the nature Of
this fatal enchantment. that when once
thrown around It's victim, neither love. nor
interest, nor happiness, nor life itself
break it.
Ten years ago Hor,ce Dariey came to this
town a sober man--an industrious mechanic.
His parents were respectable, and wealthy;
and he was favored with more than ordinary
talents aud education. His business here
threw him into connection with ths grog shop
he drank-becane . drunkard-and died
before he arrived at the meridian of life
His two companions who worked With him
were drawn into the same destroying in
luences. One fils . drunkards grave in
yon!er graveyard, the other occupies = room
in yonder poor house. A splendid mansion
stands a monument OF their industry and
skiil-they serve as monuments OF the effects