The gold leaf. [volume] (Henderson, N.C.) 1881-1911, 1888-05-03
Wilson Mirror.

Oh, thou matchless author and fin i
isher of human wreck and ruin. Oh,
thou vlest, meanest and most servileI
minister of Satan's deepest cunning,
hate and malice. Thy day of doom
has come. The burning pen of the
Recording Angel has written it down
and has sealed the awful page with the
irrevocable oath OF God. Divine JUS
tce Knocked, despised, outraged,
passed all endurance, has drawn the
sword of the Eternal to hack and to
hew thy bloated carcass into quiverlng
atoms Gentle mercy has kissed the
iron hand that grasps the cleaning
blade, and her white fingers are wav-
ing the signal for its swift and fateful
fall. Dripping with blood and Kissing
with serpents, thy black throne rocks
and reels in the throes of an over
wnelming and everlasting destruction.
Heavens verdict is just and true.
Day and night, and age upon age,
thou hast drowned the brightest intel
lects in fiery madness or in stupid i'm
becelity. The gifted statesman OF the
mighty brain and the golden tongue,
thou hast made a reeiing sot and a
maudlln, mumbling idiot. Thou hast
turned the tried and trusted business
man into a thief, torger and a vii
liam. Thou hast made the high and
honored official a corrupt and con-
scienceless bribe taker, and compan-
ion of vile pimps, brazen hariots and
bloody thugs. Thy helllsh necroman-
cy has transformed the very priests OF
God into vile, loathsonle and hide
ou5 mockery of all truth and right
eousness. Sin and sorrow, want and
woe, crime and corruption, blood and
t tears, track thy footsteps everywhere.
s But .shomc sweet home,' above all
things else, hast thoa s'nltten, cursed
a and ruined. The sweetest home
: peace that ever flowed as a river be
. tween banks Of flowers, with the birds
singing above it anti the golden sun
h shine kissing its murmurng rlppieS
: thou hast turned into a wild, rushing
f torrent of sweeping misery and deso
=. ]ation. Thou hast found virginlty
4 blooming as a white rose beside th'
Il clear. still waters of guile.ess lnno
# cence; thou hast left it adrift,
), stained and broken thing tossed on
:. wild and turbid tide. The brave ant
" manly boy whose lightest look coul'
n touch mothers heart to music and ne
ID eyes to happy tears, hast thou turne'
i into a horrid wreck Of manhood
ID sot, a living death soaked in SIN an
or shame. The lovely girl VINO was YIN
in and flower and star to more tina
al golden hearts, in the splendid beaut
N of blessed home, thou hast wFougt
en into that masterpiece Of hellloh run
ha 4 drunkard's S WIFE The fathers han
ev that used 10 stroke tie golden heads
ev his little ones or the darker locks
n their gentle mother, with such SO
<? and tender touch, while his loSin
.,lt IiDs breathed the music and traSrant
,ut Of happy heart-that hand hast inc
~, tauoht to smite wife and children vii
in savage blows, while the fond lips
do old. blacken and roar with hoTr
bis curses. Nay, worse, him who at Il
,ev holy altar, beneath the awful eye
in God, did pledge eternal love and ca
.er to the trembling, trusting love and
~; nocence at his side, thou hast taug
,aI to crush out the life of that dear ont
os, little babe. beneath his brutal a.
10, frenzied feet, and to soil and steep
he maniac hands in her own hear
his blood.
nod But enough, enough, thy doom
a,c spoken from the throne Of God; and
.ed mighty army in the land is moving
md crash thee forever We hear tn
He drums beat and their bugles blow
and every breeze. We see the suntIt
has leap and dance On their flashing ba,,
,ck nets. We behold their beautiful b:
~ ners streaming, and hear their bat
and cry: up for God and home, q
and down with King Alcohol" "Hal
and we hear the Nations loud Amen
orv from mountain to mountain, and tr
men ocean to ocean, East and West
nch North and South, like the roar o.
p # thousand seas. It's echoes smlte
thew throne of God, and the answering
,rv7 gels roll on that grand amen II
Ut star TO star, betting the universe
one vast ringing resonance OF jub'I
joy, whose burden IS "Amen
AIKEN Amen, Lord God Omnipotent- y
land hope Tor the drunkard will soon
,tion brightly dawning, his night OF
put now wanes before a brighter morn
/ his He will not ilnd excuse to 60 up I
at night. bu, stay at home and
loves links SO bright. The wife,
MIA wept and prayed for his return
,aIgn feed affcction's fire and make II VI
been. er burn. Home sill be 50 sweet