The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-07-25

you young bucks will be emigrating. Mark what
| tell you. You had better look out. y = =
A young lady that will suffer a boy to take he,
arm here indicating under the arm-pit) and push
his hand under her arm and then nestle his ara
| up against her side (indicatingA, that girl may be
| a pure girl, but that boy is licentious as hell.
Sensation. and cries of "Amen."1 Say it again,
a little louder. lament l tel, you, you got
young man walking down the street with my
daughter, and ne has got the arm-clutch on her,
both of them will be stopped in the streets, and
| don't know which | will slap down first. God
save my daughters, and let them live and die as
| pure as their mother has lived to this hour.
You take this Internal thing they call the GER
man, and what is it! 1t is hugging set to music;
and | admire the sense of the young man at the
german, who, when the young lady asked him
to dance with her, said, mo, let's sit here and
hug. I'll enjoy it more to sit here and hug. /
like that way best, 1t seems to me- You are the
poorest prayer crowd | have ever seen.
Hear me, my brother. and oh! young lady,
hear me. this evening, and | love you and honor
you. When a young man would approach you,
you shrink back and tell him: mo one but my
brother or my father shall touch my person,
from the crown of my head to the soles of my
feet. l will live and die as pure as the driven
snow" : X
Oh, the sin Of intemperance' Look at that
tramp, tramp, tramp, the boys are marching
sixty thousand every year into drunkards'
graves. And as this sixty thousand this year 90
down into drunkards' graves, the recruiting off
GERS of hell are recruiting this army from our
boys. That boy of yours, that boy of ours, is
marching into the ranks to fill them up, and in
less than ten years from today yourtoy will step
down and out yonder to a grave and fill a drunk
ards grave and a drunkard's hell. My sir, listen
at me. 1t is no longer a question of dollars and
cents; it is no longer a question Of how much
money is wasted; 1t is no longer a question of
how many bushels of grain are distilled into
whisky, but it is a question OF blood, and death,
and hell. These wives are getting tired of see
ing their husbands staggering into drunkards'
graves. These mothers are getting tired of see
ing their boys stagger into drunkards' graves.
Oh, Lord God, deliver our land from the sin Of
intemperance.
Drunkenness-i any man has a right to speak
on this subject | have. drank and drank, but
before | was dissipatod | came to Kentucky, the
blue grass region of Kentucky, and married a
rosy checked, good girl. | moved her to my
own State. | began to d~issipate. and from bad
to worse ! went Oh until in three years of a life
of dissipation, hope had died out of her heart
and the blossom had died out of her cheek, and
| have said many a time | would give all the
world If 1 could just see that rose back in my
wife's face one more time; but in her struggles
and in her efforts she prayed many a night when
L was stupid and unconscious upon my bed. |
went on and on, but l want to look you in the
face to day and / tell you | have no child living
that ever looked me in the face when | wasn't
a sober man, Thank God for that. One
ilCle glrl, just nineteen mOntnS OId Wnen she
died-God took her to heaven, and l sometimes
think that the sweetest thing Bickersteth ever
said was where he says a babe in heaven shall be
a babe forever. and l think that about little
Beulah in that bright world. She is the only
one of my children that ever saw me intoxicated.
and God took her. and she is safe. | have
thought if ever do get to heaven I would fall on
my knees and tell the angels, This precious
one saw her father an intoxicated man" Oh,
brother! no one Of my other children shall ever
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no, sir! no, sir! They shall never say that. l
am going to live and die a sober man, God being
my helper. know that the appetite follows the
man that was once addicted to it, and it has been
told me that 1T follows the man to his last
breathing moment. / am not safe yet. | don't
know whether | I'm safe forever Or not, and |
will not count myself safe forever until my
wife kisses my cold lips in death, and my spirit
has gone homo to God. God save me from any
appetite that will debauch me in time or ruin me
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