The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1877-05-24

Which their own pockets can supply no
remedy, sitting around, hoping to be
treated for "SaOeet charity sake" to q
gulp of liquid perdition. What a scene!
And yet the background OF this picture
would present a much more saddening
spectacle. The wives, mothers, and
daughters of these miserable and detest-
able decenter Worshipers-they are
the martyrs. 1t may almost be said,
that every guzzling topper is Torfue-
mazda, and his home place of torment.
II men only shortened their own lives
by dissipation, they would be simply
suicides; but their misdeeds are too
often faeal to those whom they are
bound by the laws Of God and man,
to foster, protect, and cherish. Let us
glance for moment into the home Of
tho drlnkard. Gladly would draw a
vail over the scene before [ go farther;
but 7 cannot. The picture is sad one,
but it must be portrayed, that others
may shun the cause of it. There behold
the once devoted and happy, but now
heart7broken, and emaciated form of
his wife; and clinging to her for sup
port and protection, are his poor, half
clothed, White-faced, perjury pinched
little ones crying for bread to appease
their hunger, and for clothes to keep
them warm but the cupbord is empty;
the fire is cold on the hearth and the
storm raging furiously without. Oh
how the heart of that mother sinks
within her, to know that it is not in
her power to grant their request; how
her heart goes up in earnest desire to
the "Giyer of all Good that if consist
ent with His will He may let this cup
pass from her. Do you not suppose
that the heart of that wife and mother
would leap for joy to know that her
husband had signed the temperance
pledge2 Young man, if you have
never taken the first glass, let me be-
seech you to refrain from SO doing;
for the first step taken and you are
ruined perhaps forever. You will be-
come more bold and less susceptible of
feeling and the voice Of conscience and
becoming more excited by the madden
ing effects of the fatal bowl, you will
drink deeper and deeper, until you be-
come lost to every influence for good,
and entirely given up to the will Of the
tempter If you are somewhat given
to taking a "sly" drink now and then,
let me beseech of you to stop where
you are. Do not think you will do
presently what your reason on con-
1science tells you should be done NOW.
No man ever shaped his own destiny
or the destiny of others WISELY and
WELL who dealt much in presentlies.
Look at Nature. She never postpOnes.
When the time arrives for the buds to
| open, they open--for the leaves to
fall-they fall. The shining worlds
never put off their risings or their set
tings. There are no delays in any Of
the movements Of the Universe. Man
however being a free moral agent can
postpone the performance Of his duty;
and he does SO frequently to MS own
harm. Do not say you Will stop drink
ing presently for presently you may
| be real drunkard. Bear in mind, the
| important fact, taught alike by the his
tory of nations, rulers, and private in
| dividuals, that in at least three cases out
| five, PRESENTLY is TOO late Remem-
Der that the first years Of man must
make provision for the last. Perpetual
Ilevity must end in ignorance; and in
Temperance, though it may fire the
spirits for an hour, will eventually
make life short or miserable. Then
consider that youth is of no long dura-
| ton, and that in mature age when the
entertainments of fancy shall cease and
pEantoms of delight dance no more
about you, you will have no comfort
but the esteem Of wise men and the
means of doing good Then stop while
TO stop is in your power. Live as men
who are sometime to grow old, and to
whom it will be the most dreadful OF
evils to count their lives by PAST FOL-
LIES; and to be reminded Of their for
mer luxuriance of health only by the
maladies which drunkenness has pro-
duced. I cannot close without MOTTO
ing the miserable rumseller. With a
desire to get gain he embarks in trade
OF corruption, ruin and death-robbing
the poor wives and children of all the
comforts of life, by enticing the weak
minded husband and facher to take
another and yet another glass, and silly
putting the money into his own pocket.
All methinks when he comes to reap
the harvest, Of the seed he has sown,
he will cry out in anguish Of heart, "me
miserable; which way shall fly
MRS. C. B. HoYT.