Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-08-12

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After while he had delirium tremens; he
had it twice; and yet after that he said, 'sI
could stop at any time II wanted to-" He
is dead now. What killed him? Ruml
Rum! And yet among his last uttersnces
was, "I can stop at any time" He did not
stop it. because he could not stop it. Oh,
there is a point in inebriation beyond
which, if man goes, he cannot stopi
One of these victims said to a Christian
man, "Sir, if / were told that couldn't get
a drink until tomorrow night unless I
had all my fingers cut of, would say.
Bring the hatchet and cut them of now.
I'have dear friend in Philadelphia, whose
nephew came to him one day, and when he
was e1h0rted about his evil habit said.
"Uncle, can't give IL mp. If there stood q
cannon, and it was loaded, and a glass Of
wine sat on the mouth of that cannon, and
knew that you would fire itoff Just as Icame
up and took the glass, would start, for
must have it." Oh, it is sad thing for a
man to wake mp in this life and feel that he
is a captive. He says: "I could have got
rid OF this once, but can't now. I might
have lived an honorable life and died
Christian death; but there Is no hope for me
now; there is no escape for me. Dead, but
not buried. am a walking corpse. am
an apparition of what once was. am
Gagged immortal, beating against the wires of
my cage in this direction and IN that direc-
ton; beating against the cage until there is
blood on the wires and blood upon my SOU,
vet not able to get out. Destroyed, without
remedy"
LOSS OF USEFULNESS.
60 further, and say that the inebriate
suffers from the loss OF his usefulness. Do
you not recognize the fact that many Of
bnca ruha aantfxyae nfc cfrapcr drinB
only little while ago were foremost in the
churches and in retormatory institutions?
Do you not know that sometimes they knelt
in the family circle? Do you not know that
they prayed in public, and some Of them
carried around the holy wine OF sacramental
days? Oh. yes, they stood in the very front
rank, but they gradually fell away. And
now what do you suppose is the feeling of
such a man as that, when he thinks of his
vows and the dishonored sacra-
ment-when he thinks of what he might
have been and of what he is now? Do such
men laugh and seem very merry? All,
there is, down in the depths of their soul,
very heavy weight. Do not wonder that /
they sometimes see strange things and act
very roughly in the household. You would
not blame them at all if you knew what
they suffer. Do not tell such as that there
is no future punishment Do not tell him
there is no such place as hell. He knows
there is. He is there now!
/ 60 on, and say that the inebriate suf
fers from the loss of physical health. The
older men in the congregation may remem-
Der that some years ago DIR. Sewell went
through this country and electrified the
people by his lectures, in which he showed
the effects OF alcohol on the human stomach.
He had seven or eight diagrams by which
he showed the devastation of strong drink
upon the physical system. There were
hat uleerous sketch swearing eternal
abstinence from everything that could in
Joxicate.
A DRUNKARD's ToRTUREs.
God only knows what the drunkard suf-
ers. Pain files on every nerve, and travels
every muscle, and gnaws every bone, and
,urns with every flame, and stings with
very poison, and pulls at him with every
orture. What reptiles crawl over his
,reeping limbs! What iends stand by his
midnight pillow! What groans tear his
,ari What horrors shiver through his
oull Talk of the rack, talk of the inquisi-
ion, talk of the funeral pyre, talk of the
,nce. Have you ever been in the ward of |
he hospital where these inebriates are |
lying. the stencil of their wounds driving |
,ack the attendants, their voices sounding |
through the night? The keeper comes up |
md says, Hush, now, be still. Stop |
making all this noise!" But it is effectual |
,nly for a moment, for as soon as |
he keeper is gone they begin again: |
'Oh, God! oh, God! Helpi heIpl Ruml I
five me fumi Help! Take them off me! |
Take them off mel Take them eff me! Oh, |
Iod!" And then they shrek, and they
ave, and they pluck out their hair by
and bite their nails into the
Iuick, and then they groan, and they
hriek, and they blaspheme, and they ask
be keepers to kill them. "Stab me-
IF meP' Oh, it is no fancy sketch. That
hing is going on in hospitals, aye, it is go
ng on In some of the finest residences of |
very neighborhood on this continent It |
vent on last night while you slept, and I |
ell you further that this is going to be the |
esth that some of you will die. know it. |
see it coming.
A DEsPoILER OF HOMES.
Oh, is there anything that will so destroy
man for this life and damn him for the
life that is to come? 1 hate that strong
rink. With all the concentrated energies
y II bOul, L nave OO yOu ttll 1u6 LQdL a /
nan can be happy when he knows that he is |
'reaking his wiie's heart and clothing his
hildren with rags? Why, there are on the |
treets of our cities to-day little children,
'arefooted, uncombed and unkempt; want /
N every patch of their faded dress and on |
very wrinkle of their preinaturely old |
ountenances, who would have been in |
hurches to-day, and as well clad as you |
re, but for the fact that rum DESTROYED |
heir parents and drove them into the grave. |
Oh, rumi thou foe of God, thou despoiler of |
ZONES, thou recruiting officer of the pit, I |
bhor thee!
But my subject takes deeper tone, and |
hat is that the inebriate suffers from the |
oss of the soul The Bible intimates that |
n the future world, if we are unforgiven |
lere, our bad passions and appetites, unre-
trained, will go along with us and make |
'ur torment there So that suppose that |
yhen an inebriate wakes up in this lost |
world he will feel an infinite thirst clawing |
N him. Now, down in the world, although |
Ie may have been very poor, he could beg |
r he could steal cents with which to get |
hat which would slake his thirst for q little |
While; but in eternity, where is the rum to
ONE from? Dives could not get one drop |
f water. From what chalice Of eternal |
Tres will the hot lips of the drunkard drain
lis draught9 No one to brew it No one /
o mix it. No one to pour it. No one to
etch it. Millions of worlds then for the
regs which the young man just now slung
n the saw-dusted floor Of the restaurant.
billions of worlds now for the rind thrown
ut from the punch bowl of an earthly ban
uet. Dives cried for water, The inebriate
ries for rum. Oh, the deep, exhausting,
EVERLASTING THIRST