The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1885-02-06
The Death of the Wolf is Life TO the
Lamb.

be seen on either side of the railroads some
thing novel to an Eastern man, a some
thing that attracts and excites remark.
B Riding hundreds of miles across the prai-
ries. the fresh unsalted seas of the West,
there appears but a few rods from the
track three burrows of plowed land,
whose %upturned long lines form a pretty
prairie grass happen to ignite from
the sparks of the rushing engine.
| learn that a legislative enactment COM
pels railroad corporations to make this pre-
caution in order to prevent damage and
the destruction of property lying contigu-
Gus to their roads.
Our government at Washington raises its
hands i'll holy horror against the destruc-
ton of property, manning of limbs, and the
killing of persons in other lands, by the
use of dynamite in the hands of agents of
communism, socialism, nihilism and butch
cry. The vocabulary of expletives is sadly
deficient to fifty express the awful magni-
tude which surrounds such diabolism.
Congressional eloquence utterly fails to
find language to express its complete alb
horrence of such acts-lcts whose parent
age must have sprung from the deepest
caverns of hell. Yes, Fire and Dynamite
twin monsters of destruction. Upon thy
awful front bind fast the chain, and stay
thy murderous conception and execution.
Who has not been startled by the cry,
ringing out wild ON the air, fire. fire!
Rushing pell nell, heller SHELTER, with
what wonderful ~alacrity and energy would
we labor to save the property of our
%neighbor. But when our neighbours soul
is being consumed, what hesitation.
Yes, the consuming liquid of a licensed
still, or barroom, or saloon, may spread
itself over the hearthstone and wither the
sweet flowers that would bloom for the
adornment of home. Yes, and when angel
tongues plead for deliverance from this
soul-destroying, God-defying, legalized
agent, there comes the meanest spawn of
s~oulless selfishness with the response "Peo-
pie will go elsewhere to trade Merciful
heavens. do the destinies of a town reyolve
around a whisky bottle.
They'll go elsewhere to trade" Who?
The minister? the christian? the bank
er? the merchant or mechanic? the
young lady who wants her Easter bon
net? Or the mother of a hayward
boy, and the wife of a husband who
drinks? Who'll go elsewhere to trade?
Who is this highly respectable classs Bah,
The %silliest stuff ever offered a credulous
goose by a crafty fox. The men who will
go to another town to trade because they
can't get rum is not a class whose names
are to be found upon the books of a sue
cesSful merchant or manufacturer. Their
credit is not worth the paper on which
their names are written. 1t is the rum
seller who starts this senseless trash. Some
of the rumsellers begin to realize their posi-
ton in society.
For instance. one such said to an ac-
of this business Am glad to hear it,
said his neighbor. "Well, I'll tell you
how it is. You see I've got some girls |
think very much of. I'm proud of my
children. But I've found out that they
can't go into good society so long as their
father is in the liquor business. Now, |
don't want my children treated in that
way. They and their happiness are worth
more to me than is this whiskey business,
and for their sakes I'm going to get out of
it mighty quick That man kept his
word. for he was really a man of sense as
well as feeling.
My work brings me often into contact
with drunkards and their homes; into the
station-houses with those under arrest;
and with the aggregation of the %riff-raff
that comes from saloon graduation. AS |
look upon the fruits of the license system,
the business of the rumseller. there ever
comes wildly to my mind the picture
of the MEETING OF II RUMsELLER AND
HIS VICTIM IN II RESURRECTION MORN,
which | recall as follows:
one was the drunkard. early dead.
The other, he who hurled him to the grave!
As the grave raised its rafting shroud, and
Let their bodies forth. clothed. both with
dismal
Immortality-the drunkarl started,
As he slowly turned and fixed his horrid eyes
On him, who shr1ink from that look of death,
And sprtng to seek his hiding tomb. Moaning
He said "Spirit, why gaze on me? Who arr
Thou? knowcst thou me-" know thee"
loud shrickS
Replied, know / this judgment morn: Know I
The threat to meet thee here again Stand forth!
VJnt doomed ,tur1nrntnal Hand, Az, uoI 7
know
Thee, Well ! knew ON earth thy damning arts
Tina. lured me to the grave. stand forth, and
look
On yondcr 1owery spot, whence rose To heaven
My angel wife and babes, and read the
Inscription ON their tombs, and mine. ann
The murdered man thou sawest die, and thou.
My murderer; the monster seller of that
Ardent fire that burned my body, and now
Burns my soul! But bark the Judgment trnm-
pet
Calls. and we must meet the Judge. | told
thee
SO, when dying ON my bed of straw, in
Yonder world. Away away. for still the
Trumpet calls 1t calls for thee, thou murderer!
And ] will be IA witness at the bar.
And call ON God To damn thy soul and mine -
f. T. SCoTT.
Several years ago a prominent physician
of this county was called to the bedside of