St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-06-14

twelve years ago. WIN prayer and song
the women went into the groggeries, and
whole neghborhoods, towns and cities
were redeemed by their Christian heroics.
Thirty women Surcharged OF the Holy
Ghost could renOvate town OF a thousand,
three thousand consecrated women, re-
solved to give themselves no peace until
this crime was extirpated from this city,
could in six months clear out three
fourths of the grog-shops of Brooklyn. If
there be three thousand women now in this
city who will put their hand and their
hearts to the work, | will take the contract
for driving out all these moral nuisances
from the city-at any rate three-fourths of
them-in three months. Ii, when that
host Of three thousand consecrated women
is marshaled, there be no one to lead them,
then, as a minister of the Most High God,
l will offer to take my position at the front
of the host, and [ will cry to them: Come
on, We women of Christ. with your songs
and your prayers! Some of you take the
enemys right wing and some the left wing.
Forward!
THE LORD OF HOSTS
is with US: the God of Jacob is our refuge!
Down with the dram shops!" But not
waiting for those mouths of hell to close
let ME advise the working and the business
classes, and all classes, to stop strong
drink. While I declared some time ago
that there was q point beyond which man
could not stop, want to tell you that while
a man can not stop in his own strength, the
Lord God by His grace can help him to
stop at any time. [ was in room in New
York where there were many men who had
been reclaimed from drunkenness. heard
their testimony, and for the first time in
my life there flashed out truth never
understood. They said ''We were VIC
TINS of strong drink. We tried to give it
up but always failed; but some how since
care of u.s." believe that the
grace of God will show its power
not only to saves mans soul, but his body,
and reconstruct, purify, elevate and redeem
it. verify believe that although you feel
graphing at the roots of your tongues an
almost omnipotent thirst, if you will give
your heart to God. He will help you by His
grace to conquer. Try 1t. 1t is your last
chance. | have looked off upon the desc
lation. Sitting in our religious assemblages
there are a good many people in awful
peril; and Judging from ordinary circum-
stances, there is not one chance in five
thousand that they will get clear of it.
There are men in my congregation from
Sabbath to Sabbath of whom [ must make
the remark, that if they do not change their
course, within ten years they will, as to
their bodies, lie down
ON DRUNKARD'S GRAVES;
and as to their souls, lie down in drunk
ards perdition. [ know that is an awful
thing to say, but I cannot help saying it.
Oh, beware! you have not been captured.
Beware! whether the beverage be poured
in golden chalice or pewter mug, in the
foam at the top, in white letters, let there
be spelled out to your souls: Beware"
When the books of judgment are open and
ten million drunkards come up to get their
doom, want you to bear witness that I,
this morning, in the fear of God and in
the love for your soul, told you, with all
affection and with all Kindness to beware
of that which has already eXerted its influ
ence upon your family, blowing out some
of his lightS-a premonition of the black
ness of darkness forever, Oh, if you
could only hear this morning, intemper-
ance with drunkards' bones drumming on
the head of the liquor cask the dead march
OF immortal souls, methinkS the very glance
Of wine cup would make you shudder;
and the color of the liquor would make you
think of the blood of the soul, and the
foam on the top of the cup would remind
you of the froth on the manac's lip; and
you would go home from this service and
kneel down and pray God that, rather than
your children should become captives Of
this evil habit, you would like to carry them
out some bright spring day to the cemetery.
and put them away to the last sleep, until
at the call of the south wind the flowers
would come up all over the grave-sweet
prophecies of the resurrectional God has q
balm for such wound; but what flower of
comfort ever grow on the blasted breath of
drunkard's sepulchre?