Mexico weekly ledger. (Mexico, Mo.) 1855-1956, 1886-07-29
Ap0STROPHE TO Rum.
Private DalZell Tears the Destroying
Demon TO Pieces.

Private Dalzel Tears the Destroying
Demon TO Pieces.
In recent lecture on temperance
Private DalzelI, who years ago felt
the curse himself, thus closed with
an address to Rum:
80, issue of hell, red with the
fiery wrath and curse of Jehovah,
stand back and answer the indict-
ment [ bring against you tonight.
1t is found on the inquest Of every
pure heart under the whole heaven,
and is signed true bin by God as
foreman of the grand inquest. Ser
pent and adder, fiend and fury,
enemy of God and man, move thyself
Alright IN the cup and blush crimson
with shame. hut answer me tonight.
What innocence and purity have you
bitten with your serpent fang?
What hearts OF love and devotion
have you stung to the death with
your scorpion sting? What lives
have you not withered with your foul
touch? What hopes crushed under
the loathsome pressure Of your hid
eous and relentless coil!
Listen to the cry of the orphan,
whose father you have murdered by
your slow, deadly poision. Listen to
the heart broken lamentation. Visit
the happy homes which your loath-
some and polluting presence has
changed to dissolution, drunkenness
and despair, and hear the cry that
rolls up through the sulphurous
flames of he'll! From every gallows
tree and dungeon of darkness; from
every roof-trce and hearthstone.
biackened and biistered by your in
fernal power, Accusing voices come
to brand You as the worst enemy of
the human race.
80, listen TO the cIinking chains in
the maniac S cell, the dying moan Of
the victim of the drunken assassin
tonight, and tell me, O. tell ii iii the
ears of all, what reason or apology
have you. an hour, or a minute, or u
second longer, for corrupting the
world with your poisonous breath or
polluting presence?
Blessings wait upon all other Great
ures under the shining sun but you,
while only curses follow you in this
world and the next. Good there is
in all things else but you, even in the
meanest insect that crawls upon the
earth, or the smallest island builder
of the sea, or tiniest speck that floats
in the ilimitable and all embracing
azure fields of space, all the countless
worlds between, but for you, in You,
from you, by you, through you, there
is. there never was any good. Evil
and only evil-born of the devil
coming from the devil, leading to the
devil, damned of God, damned ot
man. an evil and curse forever and
forcvermore! I curse you, 1 curse
you last tonight! Murderer and
assassin, liar and william, thief ant
rohbcr, slanderer aud blasphemcr
acducer and vagabond, flee from tht
earth and resume your station il
your native he'll. Without you, O
how happy this world might be, ant
how it would blossom again with th'
beauty and peace Of the Eden of God
War would cease, murder be un
known. Poverty would he only re
memhered as d horrid dream of you
reign on earth, and o, how many mel
now bound in your toll would fall OF
their knees and lift their faces TO Goo
in thanksgiving for their deliverance
0, how many mothers, mourning al
the weary weakness of the night
while their deluded sons wander will
you in the darkness now; how man.
wives and trembling little children il
rags and novels, too, would fill til
whole canopy of heaven with thei
acclamations and rejoiciDgs if you
the enemy of their all and sIl the.
have-would only descend into hel
and there remain. spitted and roast
ing forever for the unpardonabl
wrongs you have done the world i
the long thousands of years that yo
have tormented aud cursed the hu
man race"
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