Ashtabula telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1874-1880, 1875-08-06
AsHTABULA5 OHIO, FRIDAYIAUGUsT6, 1875.

with shame and loathing. The rum=iend
is now enabled to successfully storm the
shattered and defenceless citadel ,Of man's
moral and religious nature, walk proudly
in and seat himself upon the throne Of rea-
| son and WELD the scepter Of deSpOtic pow
er over the unfortunate victim until in his
| blind obedience to his satanic will, he be-
comes the fittest earthly tpye of an incar-
| nate devill
After few hours of abstinence, the inc
! briate arises from his debauch with an
aching head, languid and depressed ex-
preston, feeble pulse, a skin cold and
l relaxed and bathed in clammy and death
| like perspiration, furred tongue and hag-
gard countenance. After day or two,
| under the influence of cool water, fresh air
| and exercise, and rational diet, the svs-
| tenn gradually reeovers its tone. But like
| the miller who with scorched and smarting
| wings, escapes from the candle-hame only
/ to return again and again, until his lie is
| scorched away, and he falls silly victim
to his own folly, the inebriate is left with a
burning desire to return again to the fatal
bowl and again enact the shameful drama
| of the debauch and be covered again and
again with shame and disg- ace, until there
| comes a time when reason, so often driven
| from her throne, refuses to again assume
| the reins of empire over the mind. The
most unreasonable imaginationS now be-
| come stern realities, and the widest fancies
| run rampant and uncontrolled. The fright
full glare of insanity glows from the spark
ling eyes, and with frantic cries of horror
| and dismay. the helpless victim is launched
| out upon the turbulent waters Of Deliriun1
| Iremens Imaginary devils howl around
i hic| h.e- FbOf1. ff,1
curses in his ears. Loathsome serpents
! creep from beneath his fevered pillow and
bury their envenomed fangs in his aching
brow. The very air a.ound him is alivo
| with weird, wild ghosts, and frightful
shapes from whom there is no escape. And
| from his sleepless chamber the midnight
air reSoundS with maniac screams Burn
ing with an Unsuitable thirst, he begs, like
the rich man of old, for Gust one drop of
water to cool his parching tongue, And
when tender hands have prepared the most
delicate viands with which to tempt his
appetite, and cooling drinks with which to
slake his thirst, in his excited fancy, each
savory dish is a living mass of loathsome
worms, and each sympathizing friend an
infuriated demon. If he is old in debauch-
ely and intempe- -ance, if he has lived life
Ct vice, then memory, active and vivid,
has fearful record to unfold, and she
writes in lines of living fire, dark tales of
ruthless and inhuman deeds-the ruined
maid. the shrine profaned; oaths broken;
the confidence of trusting hearts crushed
out, and perhaps hands stained with the
blood of murdered innocence, all written
there in the indelible characters Of truth;
the reward of useless and wasted life
black as the. damning drops that fall from
the denouncing angels pen ere Mercy wipes
them with her tea S. And so goes on the
torturing drama until the kind Angel of
Death, moved with pity, takes the fallen
sinner from the vengeance Of outraged Ma
ture and gives him rest-the only rest he
can ever haYe-the. silent gave! r-s,
Before leaving this part of my subject,
let me say, the picture l have drawn is
not exaggerated, nor lis it couched intoo
extravagant language. But young men,
permit me to remind you that the innocent
glass of harmless cider in which you now
sometimes indulge, is one end of-the story
-this picture tie other! And to escape the
fearful consequences here set forth, / know
of but one anchor upon which you can safe
lyrest, and that anchor is
-=--- TOTAL ABSTINENCE.