Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1886-07-31
Under the Auspices Of the Good Tsmplar.


Continued rom last issue.
And ] tell you another thing: OF all
the disgusting.sights I ever saw in all
my life, isa whiskey-drinking old dea-
con coming and taking his seat in the
church, because he smells like an old
still-house. You can't go within ten
feet Of him without smelling him. He
is what we call down in Georgia an old,
living, walking demijohn. And il
he ever gets to heaven the angels will
shout "There comes old Brother DEM
John; he has got mat last" And I'm
sorry for his wife. Every time she
goes to church she has to stick her arm
in the handle OF an old demijohn. That's
bad thing, amt it? | say let's quit
drinking it. believe in the moral
force there is in this and the moral ex-
ample. Let every one of us say, II
have drunk my last drop" and then
let's march up and fight and talk and
work on this great question until victo-
ry comes. And ] tell you another
thing: The bolder stand you take, the
more they will curse you and abuse you,
/ have found that out. DIR. Brooks here
they have cussed him and discussed
him all over this land. They have left
OF the "dis" and just gone to cussing
him dry. And | understand some Of
the editors of this State are sailing in
on me now. But II you can find a de-
cent, sober editor in this State that has
aught to say against me, will shut my
mouth and won't make another speech
in this State. Now what do you say.
Just track him out if you have got him,
But If fellow loves whiskey and drinks
whiskey and runs with that crowd
the best thing he can do is to fight. Do
you get the idea?
When I commenced preaching in
Baltimore, | said some pretty strong
things and the next day or two after
that there came out some fellow in the
paper who signed his name, and gave
me blazes, / said, "Who is this old man
going for me? They said: "It is one
of the old preachers of this city, that
the liquor men hired to preach them a
sermon" "Oh," said l, "that fellow
is on the other side. If he is fighting
me, he is on the other side. l can I'M
derstand that, and if fellow loves
liquor and drinks it, and works on that
side, I want him to say all he can
against me. That means / am right.
Do you see? Whenever a drunken ed
itor or licentious politician begins to
pat Sam Jones on the back, and to
praise him, | am going to work to over
haul the whole concern, because in that
event / know there is something wrong
about it.
tell you now how l stand, want
|
free whiskey or no whiskey. If it is a
good thing let us turn it loose and let it
bless all the world. II it's bad thing,
let us not strike it on the tail, or body,
but let us cut its head right smooth off
A headless snake can't bite, to say the
least OF it. Now, here in Missouri $500
to the State, and 5000 to $4,000 to the
town, has. to be paid before they can
sell whiskey. Brothers, let us measure
this thing little. You Gave bright
eyed beautiful boy at your home. He
is the JOY of your wife and the pride o.
your life. Your State gets $500 from,
that grocery and your town gets 81 500
THE RESULTS OF INTEMPERANcE.
Your boy is enticed into that place
And, now, after five years, look at him
He is poor, blear-eyed, blood-shotten
miserable, bloated, drunken wretch
Your wife is dying by inches. About
how much money will it take to COM
pensate you for that boy? And dom
you know the only business of bar.
rooms in any community is to take boys
like yours and make drunkards out O
them. A man said to me some time
ago-said he, Zones my two boys arc
breaking my wife's heart. I tell yor
Jones my wife.is growing gray rapidly
The blood is leaving her cheeks, and il
about twelve months more my wife vii
be in her grave, heart-broken mother
She is dying by inches. Jones tell me
what must / do? What can I do?'
"Well, said I, ~ don't know what t.
tell you to do, but If / had two boy
that were stabbing my wife to death by
the inch, would go up to their room
some morning early, when they haC
just woke up sober, and would say
Boys, that precious good wife Of mine
and your mother. is dying by inches
She is dying the most painful death tina
a human being can ever die. Now
boys, / want you to promise your fathel
right here, and now, have drunk my
last dron-T have DRINK my last dro1