The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1884-06-20
COMMUNICATIONS.
Letter From Pennsgrove.

The w. G. t. U. is gaining foothold IN
Pennsgrove, and something perhaps will
grow out of it. thought the other evening
as I stood near the door glancing over the
audience, that hardly lady there but what
had felt the blighting, whitening curse of rum
indirectly. One young girl said 81 am for
temperance. The wine cup had touched her
brothers lips to her sorrow. Anxious moth
ers were there who had seen the demon rum
cross the doorway and throttle son who was
the apple of their eye. Draw back the cur
tain that keeps the stranger from peering into
the sad corners of the household and you will
hear the mothers prayer, ''Oh, God, remem-
Der my recreant weak boy +" open the closet
door and the sisters petition, "Thou hast
promised to be with me in the sixth trouble. y
There is many poor fellow struggling amid
conflicting forces between right and wrong,
though the scripture anathma ''Why halt ye
between two opinions" be knocking dolefully
upon their recolections yet has not moral
courage and will power enough to blot away
his iniquities by a single dash of the pen
The pledge, with its workers and devotees is
stronghold for weak Incorporate man.
was at Bridgeport in the Methodist church
once, the house was crowded and two old
singers of Israel, with no qualifications in
tune raising, sawed away alternately at the
hymn, one with long metre and the other
short Their efforts were disgusting and ex-
crueiating. The scene was the sublime and
the ridiculous, the grotesque and devotional
struggling for preponderance. A drunkard
had fioated into the church, wonderfully gifted
with song he saw their dilemma and with a
voice as sweet as an angels harp, and rare
self possession, he filled the church himself
with the best singing ever heard At it's
close / noticed the intrusive tear gently wiped
away, and our feelings were mixture of joy
and sorrow. 1t were better such talent should
be given to the church though he fell seventy
times seven, and SO it came to pass, and he
died right with salyation's song on his lips as
he went sweeping through the gates Near
Glassboro there are two streams so near that
you can throw stone from one to the other
and yet their waters 60 in opposite directions
one through pestilential swamps, the other
beautiful fields, flowers and foliage SO it is
in the same household. Brothers are swept
away, morally, from each other as far as the
ends of the rainbow, and the winding up of
life reports one hero, the other sot And it
is a grand thing if the wnsome voice of wo-
man whispers in the prodigars ear, ''There
is plenty at home" 1t is an act that would
adorn the doings of angels if at the turning
point of ones life, when a boy is as frail as
the bruised reed, if he can be turned away
from the tolls, tears and tortures that beset
the inebriate's path. There is many an Esau
that has sold his birthright. There is many
a Jacob mourning for his Benjamin, and
many Rachel for her frst-born The siren
song of the wine cup has reached every hill
top, hamlet and home. 1t has lured the
youth from the palace and the prodigal from
plenty. 1t has given woe for wealth. rags for
riches, heartache for honor, dirt for decen-
cy, degradation for dignity, torture for tran
duiIty3 lOI ucIOiSIll, hlu LOT SducllLy,
and the grave for the glories of youth. J. too,
have shared it's sting. It's blight has touched
my genealogical tree and smote it's strong
branches. Let US on to victory,-the girls
with badges, the women with banners and the
men with ballots, and down with the demon
Let us teach our babes and boys the beverage
that God meant we should drink bubbles in the
spring, gurgles in the brook, sweeps in the
river and expands in the bay, glistens in the
snow-f flake, sparkles in the dew-drop and be-
decks the sky in the beautiful bow-Gods
covenant with man. Yes, water, though de-
graded by earth, polluted by filth, trodden on
by beasts and despised by man, scars away to
the clouds and comes back beautiful dew,
touching bud and blossom with new life and
vegetation with resurrection. 1t meets the
famished lips Of the focks and makes glad the
husbandman when drought is written on the
fields, fruit and foliage, and rain withheld by
the God of storms b. S. RUSSELL
Jacksonville Letter.
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