Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-10-25
BoAK'S BLAST.
The Contrast Between the Temperance
Man and the Drunkard

The Contrast Between the Temperance
Man and the Drunkard
To tie Editor CO the Globe:
You have seen The drunkard in his grand
rla-ct. z ell his glory, and now we present
to you the temperance man.
In yonder elegant mansion with its
snow white marble walls and beautifully
wrought pillars, dweils tho temperance
man. An immense garden surrounds this
costly dwelling, inciosed with fence of
marble and iron ratings. A straight and
narrow gravel walk leading from the gate
to the piazza. is ornamented with numer-
Gus white shells of many kinds. Strait
is the gate and narrow is the way that
leadeth to eternal life. An exquisite
flower bed ornaments the right of the
narrow walk; the white and tube rose, wa
ter lilies and snow drops are abundant.
Beneath tall oak babbling brook winds
its way from the north, and immense
whiteish are swimming gaily about and
drinking of its waters quite freely, in ODE
dience to the will Of the temperance man.
Beside this brook fountain plays upon a
large basin, and beneath its dripping wa
ters the image of a serpent rises and Is.
struggling and writhing within the firm
grasp of knight. Above the arched door
way is the image of dove, and beneath
It's spreading wings is written in bold
white letters: ''Pure water, bright water for
me-"
The windows are draped in costly lace
and beautifully wrought lambrequins, soft
and white as the robes of an angel.
drankard abides in the castle of Bel
zebub, and weary of reveling in sin he
wanders in search of better, purer life
than his. He travels, weary and worn,
towards a river he sees in the distance
and there finds a narrow path that leads
him to the gate of the temperance man.
He pauses and gazes upon the beauty of
that work of art, and shouts in glee, SOY
to the world, have found heaven at last"
He opens the gate and enters. The en-
chanting melody of richly tuned harp,
accompanied by soft musical voice
sweet and heavenly as the voice of an an
gel. ''Ah. It's too pure for EARTH" he
cried. He glanced at the narrow walk
lea ling to the door. He never had seen
s;ich narrow path. He whispered, Il
never learned to walk chalk line, but
1 will make the EFFORT At first attempt
he failed, and stumbled upon the grass
''I'.i try again." he said, and after strug-
Cling desperately for awhile at last reached
tie steps. He advances toward the door
and rings a silvery bell. A chill, like the
chill of death, passes through his culver
ing frame. brightly powdered foot
man appears and invites him to enter.
Am really in Heaven" he asks. 'sNo.'
was the grave and cold reply. ''But this
is the way to fnd it," He follows this
grave parsonage through the long marble
corridor to the entrance of the drawing
room, wherein is a statue of an angel, and
above it is written, ''No drunkard shall in
herit the kingdom of Heaven"
''Tll be a drunkard no MORE" he cried.
He walks into an adjoining room
and partakes of scanty
meal. He stretches his weary
limbs upon sofa of costly satin, and a
sleep like the sleep of death comes over
him. He dreams of the beauty and
purity of the home of the temperance man,
and awakes vowing he will drink no more
of life's bitterness. He rises and rubs his
stifened limbs, and walks into the library
to greet the temperance man. A stately,
CHASTITY form, with teeth like polished
ivory, pale as the marble facings of his
dwelling, ghostly spectacle he presents.
His heart is frozen to the core. his counte-
nance resembles the woman who never
smiled again. He has malice for all and
charity for none. His costume is of Gle
CANT cloth, and his diamonds glisten in the
rc-ht Of l. I,ao =,
black tea. He reaches his bony jeweled
hand to give the drunkard a chilly well
come.
A chill passes through the frame of this
weary traveller. He shudders and passes to
another room and there beholds the wife
IF the temperance lord, clad in robes of
legant white satin and handsome lace,
pearls rich and rare, and oriental cap is
perched upon her queenly head. She
bends her stately, graceful form, and
smiles sweet and CHASTITY smile. She
shines in her majestic home with pale
white light resembling the polar star, and
maids and servants in dainty caps revolve
round her as a center.
No merry prattle of little ones greets his
ear. Alas! the atmosphere is too
fcigid for them. Weary of so chilly
on abode, he cries in dispair,
ut is not heaven. I have gained, but 1
have truly arrived at the north pole. Oh,
give me warmer abode. Imagine home
like this when mercury is forty below"
He rushes madly to the door as rapidly as
his frozen limbs could travel, and cries in
agony. ''Oh, wretched man that I am, who
Can deliver ne from this death-like prison
these chilly, temperance walls! Oh, for
one kind look to heal my wounded heart,
and glass of whisky to warm my frozen
tongue
The solemn footman meet him at the
door, ''Dost thou complain of this my
home? Then back 10 the castle of Belize
b1b.
''I'll go, We polar BEAR" he cried,
''Pll go and meier return,
I'll so and tell the rogues they lied,
I'll go, tits live and learn
Ny Christian friends, would not be the
wife of that temperance man with all his
wealth. I would not marry such an ice
berg, no never! never! never! Not if 1
should die an old maid in agony or remain
On ancient widow in dispair. would
rather by far be Gretchen bending over a