Bedford inquirer. [volume] (Bedford, Pa.) 1857-1884, 1868-07-17
DRUNK.

Drunk Drunk merciful heavens, what a
fearful fact 0, man did you ever pause
and think how terrible that word sounds and
what a world of unutterabe anguish and
misery it conjures up before the mind ?
Drunk some, go with me to that beautiful
cottage home yonder The happy wife is
busy with her household cares and the
sweet little children are all glee and hap
piness. The evening draws on apace, and
mother and children begin to look out and
watch for the approach of the noble husband
and tender father; but, strange to say, he
comes not. Night ascends her ebon throne,
and spreads her dark mantle over the earth,
and all nature sinks into the calm repose of
slumber. The birds cease their songs, and
the weary sons of toll for rest in
"Tird natures sweet restoror, balmy Sleep
and yet the husband comes not Anxious
thoughts crowd unbidden into the mind of
the wife, and her heart trembles with fear,
She dispatches messenger to find aud
bring home her husband In a short time
he returns home and hesitatingly informs
her that he is drunk. God only knows the
fearful agony that rends her heart, and fills
her eyes with tears. No tongue can tell, nor
language describe it. Had he been brought
home mangled corpse, killed by some IN
foreseen accident, she could have bowed in
humble reverence and resignation to the
mysterious viii of Divine Providence: but
the awful announcement-drun pierces
her heart as with dagger, and fearful cry
of agony, wrung from her inmost soul, goes
up to the Infinite Father for help, The night
Of anguish passes slowly away, and ever
and anon the word drunk comes up as a
fearful spectre and fills the soul with agony.
o, man when the tempter holds out the
wine cup, and invites you to drink and be
merry, pause and think of the dear wife
and little ones at home. Think what woe
and misery it viii bring to them, and how
the fearful word drunk will rend their
hearts with anguish too deep for utterance,
and cause them to hide their faces in shame.
For the sake of the loved ones at home,
say to the tempter, SECT behind me Satan. -
A few days ago | met noble looking
young man on the street reeling under the
power of rum. The light ofintelligence had
faded from his eyes, and there was only the
idiotic stare of drunkenness. | thought of
his mother and sisters at home, and bow the
word drunk would startle them-how it
would ring in the mother ear as the death
knell of her fondest hopes; how it would
make her heart bleed Drunk See him,
as he leans against friendly house for sup
port he stands ready to fall into the open
jaws of death and he'll, unconscious of his
approaching fate. Drunk If the angels in
heaven are capable of weeping they cover
their faces in sorrow and weep over such a
scene. Oh, young man, before you put the
fearful beverage of hell to your lips, pause
and think Of the tender mother who watch
ed over your helpless innocence, and Of the
fond sisters who love you as only a sister
can love. Think the anguish the word
drunk will bring to their fond hearts, and
dash the Intoxicating cup from you. Shun
it as you would avoid hell.
Friendly reader, come and look upon an
other picture. 1t is midnight. A hasty pull
at the door bell arouses the inmates and
brings them to the door. 1t is thrown open,