Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1872-04-04

For the Fayetteville Observer
Intemperance, scientific
ally and morally con-
sidered.
No. III.

S1dered.
Nc, III.
I MR. EDITOR We have nov
reached the most interesting chap
ter in the disquisitions of the sub
! ject of intemperance. The pre-
] cediRg chapters have been al
most exclusively devoted to th,
scientific evils of alcohol in ordel
to prepare the mind of the reader
for the moral phase of the ques
tiOns. When time and the thing,
thereunto belonging, only, are
considered, the evils of intemper
ance are very grave, but when we
view the subject from a mora
standpoint, with eternity loom.
ing up to our vision, the picture il
dark beyond the comprehension
of man; the artist, bis pencil
drops, and stands aghast at the
revelation of the destiny OF the
drunkard, drawn by his own hand.
He sees the lightnings leap. from
the angry depths of gloom and
the thuuder-shafts bicker in mid.
heaven-the watch. fires of night
gone out and the beacon lights
of ages extinguished. No star
floats in all the lurid gloom to
cheer the dying eye or tell ofcom-
ing hope. Go to the home of the
inebriate and what do you find?-
weeping orphanage and wailing
widOwhood. There is the wife,
whom he swore al the hymenial
altar, to love and protect, bathed
IN tears from morn till night,
dreading the approach of him,
whom a few months previous, she
would have met with smiling face,
and upon whose cheek she would
have imprinted kiss that angels
might covet. How her blood
chills as she hears his footsteps
and listens TO the bitter cursings
from the lips, whose utterances
were once the JOY of her heart
her pitiful moans would almost
bring the tear to an angels eye,
and move to pity, Jehovah upon
bis throne. The burden of her
prayer would bring the inhabitants
Of the better world to the battle
ments OF heaven; and the fends
of torment would veil their faces
IN the leaping pillows of eternal
night; while the angel OF mercy
folds her wings and takes refuge
behind the sword of justice un-
sheathed for the destruction of
him, who had sold the happiness
OF his wife to the god of Bacchus.
Two young ladies, not many years
ago, class mates at school, con-
ceived the idea Of reforming two
young men who were drunkards.
To plan and to execute are one
with woman. These girls, there
lore, readily succeeded in obtain
ing the affections Of the young
men. Courtshir, engagement and
followed in quick sue
cesSion. For a while, the smile |
Of contentment played upon the
coUntenances ofthete noble women,
and all went we'll for few months; |
but, alasi the influence OF early !
associations predominaled and the
husbands soon betOok themselves
TO the wine-cup. The pale face,
he fearful eye aud anxious coun-
-enance, told but too plainly the
condition of the hearts
IF these unfortunate women.
What seemed at first, simply in.
Inference, grew into wilful neglect
md positive Sbuse. A wreck Of
hopes and fond desires, Was all
hat was left to these proud dsugh-
ers of Adam. Yet they stood
ike columns Of granite towering
amid the ruins, resisting the temp
ations TO despair. They remind
Is while we write, of the proud
bird ofheaven struggling sunward
while the deadly arrow of the
Ercher hangs quivering at his
leart. The only aperture through
which they could view the land
cape of coDjugaI bliss, is forever
closed to them--these stalwart
men are laid low in the grave,
md their widows live today the
of their ewn folly.
Young ladies beware-shun the
society of the drunkard as you
would that of the most venomous
reptile-give no man, who drinks
drains. the KEYS of your heart, and