The Austin weekly statesman. (Austin, Tex.) 1883-1898, 1886-07-22
TEMPERANCE COLUMN.
w. c. T. U.-OUR PLEDE.


II hereby solemny promise, God help
ing me, to abstain from all distilled, fer
mented and malt liquors, including wine,
beer and cider, and to employ all proper
means to discourage the use of, and traf-
iic in the same"
If there ar. women so blessed as never
to feel a dread for the future of their no
BILE, christian husbands and exem plary
sons, should they not, for sympathy with
their less favored friends and neighbors,
give care and lend a hand for any as
sistance to their suffering kind? The
very fact of their being heaged about, as
it were, by kinder Providence, should
open the channels of charity and kind
ness for the allowance of fellow-woes,
whether the charity consist of an approx
ing smile, or gentle word, or, better, a sub
stantial deed. If each of us, the weaker
vessels, could retire to our rest at night
with the approval of a clear conscience,
and the fearless breathing of the prayer,
Yea, the work of our hands, establish thou
it," what nobler stimulant for each to-
morrow would be felt. Let no oppor-
tunity be lost to say one word for right
and mankind. Let our united efforts and
prayers work together for the overthrow
of that most potent enemy to mankind
whisky. What a nobler, higher inspira-
ton and aspiration is felt when we &C
cept "God is love-"
A sweet and useful lesson of patience
may be learned from the following beau
tiful and graceful lines. Selected.
THE TAPESTRY WEAvERS
Let us take to our hearts a lesson-no lesson can
drawer be
From the ways of the tapestry weavers, on the
other side of the sea:
Above their heads the pattern hangs they study it
with care,
The while their fingers deity work, their eyes are
fastened there.
They tell this curious thing besides, of the patient
plodding weaver,
He works on the wrong side evermOre, but works
for the right side ever
1t is only when the weaving stops, or the web s
loOsed and turned,
That he sees his real handiwork that his marvellous
skill is learned.
Oh! the sight of its delicate beauty, how it paws
him for all his cost;
No rarer, daintier work than mis- was ever drawn by
the frost
Then the master bringeth him golden hire. and
giyeth him praise as we'll,
And how happy the heart of the weaver is, no
tongue not his own can tell.
The years of man are the looms of God let down
from the place of the sun,
Wherein we are weaving Away, till the mystic work
is done:
Weaving hlndIy, but weaving surely, each for him
self, his fate,
We may not see how the right side looks we can
only weave and wait.
But looking above for the pattern we never need
have fear,
Only look close into heaven-the perfect pattern is
he keeps the face of our Savior forever and ever
in his sight,
His toll shall be sweeter than honey, his moving
sure to be right
And when his task is ended, and the web is turned
and shown,
lie shall hear the voice of his Master. 1t shall say
to him ''well DONE -
And the white-winged angels of heaven to bear him
thence come down,
And God for his wage shall give him not coin Int
golden creNn.
Such pitiable, heart-rendine sight
crossed our experience as my husband
and rode on the street car last eve. On
the seat l selected a man sat, at first I'm
noticed, and l instinctively gathered my
skirts to prevent contact from the I'M
seemly object. A man made in the image
of God, whom accident (heaven pity him)
had robbed of both legs at the knee.
With great pains and care he slowly stood
on his poor stumps on the street, and was
helplessly under the influence of whisky.
l thought worse misfortune than the
loss of his limbs. "Oh, that man should
put an enemy in his mouth to steal away
his brains" learn that since the poor
wretch has been expelled from the city by
the city marshal for robbery. God pity
him.
Wanted, a thousand good men and
women to assist US in manacling forever
all the wrongs of earth, throttling all vice,
and subduing this grand country to the
peaceful and happy dominions of sobriety
and prosperity.