New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1889-08-21

mcnt, for as soon as the keeper is gone they
begin again; 'sOh, God! oh, Tod! HelpI helpl
Rum!. Give ME rum! Help! Take them off me!
Oh, Godp' And then they shrek and they
rave and they pluck out their hair by hand
fuls and bite their nails into the quick, and
then they groan and they shrek and they
blaspheme and they ask the keepers to kill
them. Stab me. Smother me. Strange
me. Take the devils off me!'' Oh, it is no
fancy sketch. That thingis going on in hos
Ipit ais; aye, it is going on in some ofthe finest
residences ofevery neighborBood on this con-
tinent. 1t went on last night while you
slept and tell you further that thisis going
to be the death that some of you will die /
see it coming
Oh, is there anything that will so destroy
man for this life and damn him for the life
that is to come? / hate that strong drink
With all the concentrated energies ofmy soul
l hate it, Do not tell me that a man can be
happy when he knows that he is breaking his
wites heart and clothing his children with
rags? Why there are on. the streets of our
cities today little children, bare.ooted, I'M
washed, and unkempt want on every patch of
their faded dress and on every wrinkle of
their prematurely old ccuntenances who
would have been in churches today, and as
well clad as you are, but for the fact thatrum
destroyed their parents and drove them into
the grave. Oh rum! thou foe of God, thou
despoiler of homes, thou recruiting officer Of
the pit, / abhor thee!
But my subject takes deeper tone, and
that is that the inebriate suffers from the loss
of the soul. The bible intimates that in the
future world, five are unforgiven here our
bad passions and appetites, unrestrained
will go along with us and make our torment
there. So that l suppose when an inebriate
wakes up in this lost world he will feel an in
finite thirst clawing on him. Now, down in
the world, although he may have been very
poor, he could beg or he could steal 5 cents
with which to get that which would Stake his
thirst for a little while; but in eternity where
is the rum to come from? Dives could not
get one drop of water. From what chalice
of eternal fires will the hot lips of the drunk
ard drain his draught? No one to brew it.
No one to mix it. No one to pour it. No
one to fetch it, Millions of worlds then for
the dregs which the young man just now
slung on tie sawdusted floor of the restau-
rant. Millions of worlds now for the
an earthly banquet. Dives cried for water.
The inebriate cries for rum. Oh, the deep,
exhaustive. exasperating, everlasting thirst
of the drupkard in hell Why, if a 6end came
up to earth for some Internal work in q grog-
shop and should go back taking on it's wing
just one drop of that for which the inebriate
in the lost world longs, what excitement it
would make there. Put that one drop from
off the fend's wing on the tip of the tongue
of the destroyed inebriate; let the liquid
brightness just touch it, let the drop be very
small if it only have in it the smack of alco-
inebriate in the lost world, and he would
spring to his feet and cry: 'That is rum!
aha! that is rum!" and it would wake up the
echoes ofthe damned Give me rum! Give
me rum! Give me rum!' In the future world
do not believe that it will be the absence OF
God that will make the drunkard's sorrow;
do not believe that it will be the absence of
light; do not believe that it will be the alb
sence of strong dring. Oh, "look not upon
| the wine when it is red, when it moveth itself
Alright in the cup, for at the last it biteth like
serpent and it stingeth like an adder"
But | want in conclusion to say one thing
personal, for do not like sermon that has
no personalities in it. Perhaps this has
had that fault already. / want to say to
those who are victims of strong drink that
while declare that there was point be.
yond which a man could not stop, l want to
tell you that while a man can not stop in
his own strength the Lord God, by his grace,
can help hint stop at any time. Years ago
I was in room III New York where there
were many men who had been reclaimed from
drunkenness. heard their testimony and
for the first time in my life there flashed out
truth never understood. They said eve
were victims of strong drink. We tried to
since we gave our hearts to Christ, he has
taken care of u.s." believe that the time
will soon come when the grace of God will
show it's power here not only to save mans
soul but his body, and reconstruct, purify,
elevate, and redeem it. Iverily believe that,
although you feel graphing at the roots Of
your tongues an almost omnipotent thirst
if you will this moment give
your heart to God he will hell
you by his grace to conquer. Try It, 1t is
your last chance. | have looked off upon The
desolation. Sitting under my ministry there
| are people in awful peril from strong drink,
| and Judging from ordinary circumstances
there is not one chance in 5000 thaS they
| will get clear of it. see men in this congre-
| cation OF whom must make the remark
| that ii they do not change their course. with
| IN ten years they will, as to their bodies, lie
down in drunkards graves, and as to their
souls, lie down in a drunkards' perdition.
| know that it is an awful thing to say, but
can't help saying it. Oh, beware! You have
! not yet been captured. Beware! AS We open
the door OF your wine closet today, may
that decanter flash out upon you G Beware!''
And when you pour the beverage into the
glass, in the foam at the top in white letters
let Let there be spelled out to your whole soul,
! 'Beware', When the books ofjudgment are
| open and 100000 drunkards come up to
get their doom / want you to
bear witness that I to-day, IN the fear
of God and in the love for your
soul, told you with all affection, and with all
kindness, to beware ofthat which has already
exerted it's influence upon our family, blow.
ing out some gifts lights-a promotion OF
the blackness ofdarkness forever. Oh, if you
could only hear this moment mtemperance
| with drunkards' bones drumming on the
| head ofthe Wine-cask the dead march OF i'm.
mortal souls, methinks the very glance of
wine-cup would make you shudder and the
color of the liquor would make you think oil
the soul and the foam on the top of the cup
would remind you of the froth on the mani
ac's lip, and you would go home from this
rather than your children should become
captives of this evil habit you would like to
carry them out some bright spring day to
the cemetery and put them away to the last
sleep, until at the call of the south wind tine
flowers would come up all over the grave
/ has bnlm for such wound; but what flower