The Penn's Grove record., 1889-06-01

I think of what William E. Gladstone
said-I think IL was the first time h
was Chancellor of the Exchequer-wher
men engaged in the ruinous traffic came
10 him and said their business ought II
have more consideration from the fac
that it paid such a large revenue to thu
English Government, MI. Gladstone
said: "Gentlenlen, don't worry your
selves about the revenue; give me thirty
millions Of sober people, and we'll have
revenue enough and a surplus.
We might in this country--this traffic
perished-have less revenue, but W.
would have more happy homes, and W.
would have more peace. and we would
have fewer people in the penitentiary
and there would be tens Of thousands oil
men who are now
ON THE ROAD TO HE'LL
who would start on the road to heaven.
But the financial ruin is a very small
part of 1t. This lniquity Of which
speak takes everything that is sacred Out
Of the family, everything that is holy in
religion, everything that Is infinite in
the soul, and tramples 1t under foot.
The marriage day has come. The
twain are at the altar. Lights flash.
Music sounds. Gay feet go up and
down the drawing room. Did ever q
vessel launch on such a bright and beau.
tiful seap The scene changes. Dingy
garrett. No fire. On a broken chair a
sorrowful wife. Last hope gone. Poor,
forsaken, trodden under foot, she knows
all the sorrow Of being a drunkard's tofe.
"Oh," she says, she vas the kindest
man that ever lived, he was SO noble, he
was so goodl God never made a grand
er man than he was, but the drink did
It'll" Some day she will press her hands
against her temples and cry: "Oh, my
brain, my bralnl" or she will 60 out on
the abutment of the bridge some moon
light night and look down on the CLASSY
surface, and wonder il under that CLASSY
surface there is not some rest tor q
broken heart.
A young man, through the interces-
sion Of metropolitan friends, gets a
place in a bank or store. He is going
to leave his country home. That morn
ing they are up early in the old home
The trunk is on the wagon.
Mother says: ''My son, l put a Bible
in the trunk; I hope you will read 1t
She wipes the tears away with
her apron. "Oh," he says, s'come,
don't you be worried; l know how to
take care of myself. Don't be worried
about me-" The father says: my
son, he agood boy and write home often;
your mother will be anxious to hear
from you." Crack goes the whip, and
over the hills goes the wagon. Five
years have passed on, and
A DIssIPATED LIFE
has done its work for that young man.
There is a hearse coming up in front of
The old homestead. The young men of
the n~eighborhood who have stayed on
the farm come in and say: SIS 1t pos
Why he doesn't look natural,
does he? Is that the fair brow we used
to know? Is that the healthy cheek we
used to know? Itcan't be possible that is
himl" The parents stand looking at
the cash OH the forehead from which
the life 0ozed out, and they lift their
hands and say: 10 my BON Absalom,
my son, my son AbsalomI would God l
had died for thee, o Absalom, my son,
my sonl' :
Lorenzo de Medici was very sick, and
some OF his superstitious friends thought
they could dissolve a certain number
Of pearls in q cup, and then he would
drink them, it would cure him OF the
disease. So they went around and they
gathered up all the beautiful pearls
they could lind, ard they dissolved them
In a cup, and the sick man drank them.
Oh, it was an expensive draught. But
| tell you of a more expensive draught
than that. Drunkenness puts into its
cup the pearl Of physical health, the
pearl of domestic happiness. the pearl OF
responsibility, the pearl Of Christian
hope, the pearl Of an everlasting heaven,
and presses it to the lips.
l tell you the dram shop is
THE GATE OF HE'LL.
The trouble Is they do not put up the
right kind of a sign. They have a great
many different kinds of signs now Oh
where strong drink is sold. One
is called the restaurant, and another
is called the "saloon," and another is
called the ''hotel," and another is called
the swine cellar" and another is called
the sample ROOM" What a name to
n of these placesl A sample
l saw a man on the steps OF
one of these sample rooms" the other
day, dead drunk. 1 said to myself: II
suppose that IS a sampled" l tell you il
Is the gate of hell.
"Oh," says some man, 81 am kind, /
am indulgent to my family, l am right
in many respects, 1 am very generous,
and | have too grand and generous i
moral nature to be %oyerthrown in that
way" Let me say that tie persons
who are in the most peril have the
hearts, the best education. the
brightest prospects. This sin chooses
the latest lambs for its sacrifice. The
brightest garlands are by this carbunc
led hand Of drunkenness torn off the
brow of the poet and the orator.
Charles Lamb, answerl Thomas Hood,
answerl Sheridan, the English orator,
answerl Edgar A. Poe, answer
Junius Brutas Booth, answeri
Oh, come and look into it while 1
draw off the cover-hang over 1t and
look down into it, and see the seething,
DOAh6 -cosAoOhR ShAohAiiBs dkOiilLluS,
disappearing hell OF the drunkard.
Young man,
BE MASTER OF YOUR APPETITEs
and passions. There are hundreds
might l not say thousandsp-of young
men in this house this morning-young
of fair prospects. Put your trust
in the Lord God, and all is well. But
you will be tempted. Perhaps you may
this moment be addressed on the first
Sabbath of your coming to the great
city, and l give you this brotherly
counsel. l speak not in a perfunctory
way. I speak as an older brother talks
to a younger brother. / put my hand
on your shoulder this day and commend
you to Jesus Christ, who Himself was
a young man. and died while yet a
young man, and has sympathy for all
young men. Oh, be master, by the
grace of God, Of your appetites and
passionsl
l close with a peroration. Ministers
and speakers are very apt to close with
a ~peroration, and they generally roll
up some grand imagery to express what
they have to say. l close with q pero-