Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1886-06-14

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back from that ulcerous sketch, swearing
eternal abstinence from everything that
could intoxicste.
God only knows
WHAT THE DRUSKARD SUFFERS.
Pain files on every nerve, and travels every
muscle, aud gnsws every bone, and burns
with every flame, and siings with every
poison, and pulls at him with every tor.
turs. What reptiles crawl over his creep
ing limbs What fends stand by his mid
night pillow What grosns tear his ear! |!
What horrors Fhiyer through his SOUL Talk
of the rack, talk of the Inquisitiou, talk of
the funeral pyre, talk of the crushing Jug
gernaut--he feels them all at once. Have
you ever been in the ward of the hospital
where these inebriates are dying, the
stencil OF their wounds driving back the at.
tendsnts, their voices sounding through
the night2 The keeper comes up and
says: Hush. now; be still Stop making
all this noiseI" But it is effectusl oaly for
a moment, for as soon as the keeper is
gone they begin again: "0h, God! Oh,
God Help Help! Rum Ruml Give
me ruml Help! Take them Of mel Take
them off mel Oh, GodH And they
shrek, and they rave, and they pluck out
their hair by hsndfuls, and bite their nails
into the quick, and then they grosn and
they shrek, and they blaspheme, and they
ask the keepers to kill them: Stab me-
Smother me! StraDgle me- Take the
devils off me-" Oh, it is no fancy sketch!
That thiOg is going on all up and down
the land, and tell you further that this is
going to be the death ths. SOM of you
will die. l know it. see it coming
Again, the inebriste suffers through
THE LOSS or HIS HOME.
I do not care how much he loves his wife
and children; If this passion for strong
drink has mastered him, he will do the
most outrageous things and if he could
not get drink in any other way he would
sell his family into eternal bondage. How
many homes have been broken up in that
way no one but God knows. Oh, is there
anything that will so destroy a man for
this life and damn him for the life that is
to Gomez / hate that strong drink. With
all the concentrated energies OF my soul /
hate it. Do not tell me that a man can
be happy when he knows that he is break.
ing his wife'S heart and clothing his child
rem with rags. Why, there are on the
roads and streets OF this land to day little
children, barefooted, uncombed and un-
kempt-want on every patch OF their faded
dress and on every wrinkle of their prema.
turely old countenances, who would have
been in churches today and as we'll clad
as you are, but for the fact that rum de.
stroyed their parents and drove them into
the grave o rum, thou foe Of God, thou
despoiler OF homes, thou recruiting officer
Of the pit, hate thee
But my subject takes deeper tone, aud
that is that the unfortunate Of whom
speak suffers from
THE LOSS or TEE SOUL,
The Bible intimates that in the future
world, if we are forgiven mere, our bad pas.
sions and appetiteS, unrestrsined, will 60
along with us and make our torment |
there So that. / suppose, when an in.
ebriste wakes up in the last world, he will
feel an infinite thirst clawing on him.
Now. down in the world although he may
have bsen poor, he could beg or he could
steal FIVE cents with which to get that
which would slske his thirst for a little
while; but in eternity where is the rum to
come from2 Dives could not get one drop
of water. From what cbslice of fire will
the hot lips of tie drunkard drain his
draught2 No one to brew it No one TO
mix it. No one to pour it. No one to
fetch it. Millions of worlds then for the
dregs which the young man just now Suag
on the sawdusted floor OF the restaurant.
Millions OF worlds now for the rind thrown
out from the punch bowl Of an earthly
banquet. Dives cried tor water The
iuebriate cries for rum. Oh, the deep, ex
hsustiug, exssperating, everlasting thirst
Of the drunkard in hell Why, if a friend
came up to earth for some internal
work in a grog9hop, and should go back
taking on It's wing just one drop OF that
for which the iLebriate in the lost world
longs, what excitement it would make
there2 Put that one drop from off the
friends wing on the tin of the tongue OF
The destroyed inebriates; let the liquid
brightness Just touch it; LET the drop be
very small, If it only have in it the smack
of alcoholic drink; let that drop inst touch
The loat iuebriate IN TIE lost world, aud he
wouIl guring to lis feet sud CRY: That is
rum, ahaf That is rum i And it would
wake up the echoes of the damned; Give
me ruml Give me rum Give me rum u"
In the future world do not believe that it
will be the absence OF God that will make
the drunkard's sorrow. | do not believe
that it will be absence Of light. ! do not
believe that it will be the absence Ct h9ii.
ness. ! think it will We the sOsshre of rum.
Oh, look rot upon the wine when it 10
red, WHEN it moveth itself Alright in the cup,
for at the last it biteth like q serpent and
it stingsth like an adder.
1t is about time that We have
ANOTHER woMAN's CRUSADE
like that which swept through Ohio ten or
twelve years ago. With prayer and song
the women went into the groggeTies, and
whole neighborhoods, towns, and cities,
were redeemed by their Christian heroics.
Thirty women cleared out the rum trattlc |
from a village CT one thousand Inhabitants.
IL thirty women surcbarged OF the Holy
Ghost could renovste town OF q thou.
sand, three thousand consecrate1 women,
resol we'd to give themselves no peace until
this crime was extirpated from this city,
could in SIX months clear out thEef-fourths
Of the grog,shops of Brooklyn. If there
be three thousand women nov in this city
who will put their hsnds and their hearts
to the work, l will take the contract for
driving out all these moral nuisances
from the city - at bny rate three
fourths of them-ln three months. IT
when that host of three thousand oonss- |
Grated women is marshsled there be no one
to lead them, then, as minister OF the
Most High God, | will offer to take my po- |
sition at the front OF the host, and will
CRY to them: Come on, ye women ot
Christ, With your songs and your prayers
Some of you tske the enenY's right wing
and some the left wing Forward! The
Lord of hosts is With as; the God OF Jacob
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