Connecticut western news., 1886-02-24
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Mir. John B. Cough, the eloquent temper auce l, cturer, died in lrankford, Pa. He was taken with paralysis while featuring at the Frankford Presbyterian Church His wife was at his bedside when he died. His last words were Young man, make your record clean." The son ot a prsate soldier i'll the British amy, John B. Cough was born August 9, 1877, at Sandgate, in the county of Kent, England. He cams to this country in 1929 and worked Ill New York as lookbindcr. The year 1884 was Il cA date in the young mans calendar. His mother, whom he dearly loved, died and was buried in an obscure grave ill Potter 5 Field. He and his sister bearded in distant parts of the city, and henceforth he was sep n: att d from her and was literal y alone in a strange land. He took to drink and became confirmed drunkard, sinking very low ln tie scale of humanity.
 In October, 1S42, a stranger, who was mem Der of total abstinence society, accosted him ill the streets of Worcester, Mass., and in a few kind words invited Jim to sign the tenn perance pledge. On the following evening at meeting held at the lower town hall, he signed it. Next day he was raving under a violent attack of delirium tremcns. The sud den cessation from drinking caused too yo- lent reaction. He thus describes the struG- gle:-
 "As in the former attack, horrible faces glared upon me from the walls--faces ever changing an displaying new ad still more horrible featurt urts--biack, bloated insects cr.wled over my face, and myriads of burn ing. concentric rings were revolving lnces- sanity. At one moment the chamber appeared as red ss blood, and in moment It was as dalk ss q charnel house. I se emed to have a knife with hundreds of blales in my hand, every blade driven through the flesh of my hands, and all were so ineNtricably bent and tangled together that could not withdraw them fo- some time; and when did from my laceratcd fingers the bloody flores would stretcn out all quivery with life. After s rishtful paroXysm O. this kind l would start like a maniac fl om my bed and beg for fife life ! What I of late thought so worthless seemed now of unapprecabc value dreaded to die and clung to existence, as feeling that my souts salvation depended on a Little more of life. A great portion of this time l spent alone: no mother was near to wlpe the big drops of perspiration from my brow; no kind voice cheered me i'll my solitude, Alore I encountered all the host of de- moniac forms which crowded my chamber. No one witnessed my agonlcs or counted my woes, and yet I recovered-low still remains d mystery to myself; and still more mysterious the fact of my concealing my sutferlngd from every mortal eye. In about a week gained in great degree the mastery over my accursed appetite, but the strife had made me dreadfully weak. Gradually my health i'm proved, my spirits recovered, and l ceased to dispair Once more 1 Was able to crawl into the sunshine; hut oh, how changed! Wan cheeks and hollow eyes, feeble limbs and also powerless hands plainly enougf1ndicated that between me and death there had indeed been but stepl"
 Mr. Cough became an exhorter II temper ance and WAS known in this country and England as an earnest and lndefatigible worker in the cause.