Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1886-06-26

the loss Of his home. / do not care
dren, 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 bondage. How
many homes have been broken up in
that wayp No one but God knows.
Oh, is there anything that will SO de-
stroy "A man for this life and damn him
for the life that is to Gomez /
HATE THAT STRONG DRINK.
With all the concentrated energies
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
children with rags. Why, there are on
the roads and streets Of this land to-
day little children, barefooted. I'M
cOmbed and unkempt-want on every
patch of their faded dress and on every
wrinkle of their prcmaturely old coun-
%tenances, who would have been in
churches to-day and rs well 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 re-
%cruiting officer of the pit, / hate theel.
But my subject takes a deeper tone,
and that is, that the unfortunate of
whom l speak suffers from the loss of
the soul. The Bible intimates that in
the future world, if we are unforgiven
here, our bad passions and appetites,
unrestrained, will 60 along with us and
make our
TORMENT THERE.
So that, | suppose, when an inebriate
wakes up in the last world. he will feel
an infinite thirst clawing on him. Now
down in the world, although he may have
been very poor, he could beg or he
could steal five cents with which to get
that which would Stake his thirst for a
little while; but in eternity where is the
rum to come from? Dives could not
get one drop of water. From what
chalice of fire will the hot lips of the
drunkard drain his draught? No one
to brew it. No one to mix it. No one
to pour it. No one to fetch it. Mil.
lions of worlds then for the dregs which
the young man just now slung 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 fol
water. The inebriate
CRIES FOR RUN.
Oh, the deep, eXhausting. exasper.
ating, everlasting thirst of the drunk.
ard in hell! Why, if a friend came up
to earth for some Internal work in a
grog-shop and should 90 back taking on
its wing just one drop of that for which
the inebriate in the lost world longs.
what excitement would it make there.
Put that one drop from of the fiend's
wing on the tip of the tongue Of the de-
stroyed inebriate; let the liquid bright
ness just touch it; let the drop be very
small, if it only have in it the smack of
alcoholic drink; let that drop just touch
the lost inebrIate in the lost world, and
he would spring to his feet and cry:
That is rum. aha! That is rum!' And
it would wake up the
ECHOES OF ii DAMNED.
''Give me rum! Give me rum! Give
me rum!' In the future world / do
not believe that it will not be the alb
sence of God that will make the drunk
bard sorrow. | do mo- believe that it
will sc the absence of light. | do not
believe that it will be the absence of
holiness. | think il will be the absence
OF rum. Oh, ''look not upon the wine
when it is red, when it moveth itself
Alright in the cup, for at the last it
biteth like a serpent. and it stingcth
like an adder.