The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1889-05-16


said their business ought to have more
consideration from the fact that it paid
such large revenue to the English
government. Mr.. Gladstone said:
Gentlemen, don't worry yourselves
about the revenue; give me thirty
millions of sober people, and we'll
have revenue enough and surplus"
We might in this country-this
traffic perished-have less revenue,
but we would have more happy homes.
and we would have more peace, and
we would have fewer people in the
penitentiary, and there would be tens
of thousands of men who are now on
the road to hell who would start on
the road to heaven.
But the financial ruin is very small
part of it. This iniquity of which
L 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
it 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 a vessel launch on
such bright. and beautiful lseaf Thes
scene changes. Dingy garret. No fire.
On a broken chair a sorrowful wife.
Last hope gone. Poor, forsaken, trod-
den under foot, she knows all the sor-
row of being drunkard's wife. "Oh,"
she says, ''he was the kindest man that
ever lived, he was no noble, he was so
goodi God never made grander man
than he was, but the drink did it, the
drink did it!'' Some day she will press
her hands against her temples and cry:
"Oh, my brain, my brain!' or she will
GO out on the abutment of the bridge
some moonlight night and look down
on the CLASSY surface and wonder if
under that CLASSY surface there is not
some rest for a broken heart
A young man, through the inter
cession of metropolitan friends, gets a
place in bank or store. He is going
to leave his country home. That
morning they are up early in the old
homestead. The trunk is on the
wagon. Mother says: my son, put
Bible in the trunk, I hope you will
read it often" She wipes the tears
away with her apron. 'sOh," he says,
''come, don't you be worried, !
hnOW NOW W bdh0 Cdfo VI
self. Don't be worried about me.
The father says: "My son, be a
good boy and write home often,
your mother will be anxious to
hear from you" Crackl 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 hearse
coming up in front of the old home
stead. The young men of the neigh
borhood who have stayed on the farm
come in and say: ''Is it possible9
Why, he doesn't look natural, does he2
Is that the fair brow we used to know?
Is that the healthy cheek we used to
know2 It can't be possible that is
him." The parents stand looking at
the cash in the forehead from which
the life oozed out, and they lift their
hands and say: 20 my son Absalom,
my son, my son Absalom; would God
had died for thee, o Absalom, my
son, my sonW
DRUNKENNESS AN EXPENSIVE DRAUaHT.
Lorenzo de Medici was very sick,
and some of his superstitious friends
thought if they could dissolve a Ger
latit ioiipcT VI pcttlio III cup anu
then he would drink them it would cure
him of the disease. Sothey wentaround
and they gathered up all the beautiful
pearls they could find, and they dis
solved them in cup, and the sick
man drank them. Oh, it was an ex-
pensive draught. But l tell you of
more expensive draught than that.
Drunkenness puts into its cup the
pearl of physical health, the pearl of
domestic happiness, the pearl of re-
spectability, the pearl of Christian
hope, the pearl of an everlasting
heaven, and presses it to the hot lips.
tell you the dram shop is the gate
of hell The trouble is they do NOT
put up the right kind Of sign. They
have q greet many different kinds of
signs now on places where strong drink
is sold One is called the ''restau-
rant" and another is called the ''sa-
Ioon," and another is called the ''ho-
tel" and another Is called the "wine
cellar" and another is called the
sample room" What name to give
one of those placesl A sample
roomp | saw man on the steps of one
of those sample rooms" the other day,
QeSiu hFuilh- st;lu w NY Scll lShp
pose that is a sampled" l tell you it is
the gate of hell.
"Oh," says some man, II am kind,
/ am indulgent to nay family, I am
right in many respects, l am very gen
erous, and have too grand and gen
erous a moral nature to be overthrown
in that way" Let me say that the
persons who arc in the most peril have
the largest hearts, the best education,
tho brightest prospects. This sin
chooses the fattest lambs for its sacri-
fee. The brightest garlands are by
this carbuncled hand Of DRUNKEN
ness torn off the brow of the poet
and the orator. Charles Lamb, an
swer! Thomas Hood, answer! Sheri-
| dan, the English orator, answerl Ed
gar A. Poe, answerl Junius Brutus
Booth, answerl
BIZ MASTER OF YOUR APPETITE.
Oh, come and look over into it while
/ draw off the cover-hang over il and
| look down into it, and see the seeth-
ing, boiling, loathsome, smoking,
agonizing, Disappearing hell of the
drunkard Young man, be master OF
| your pppetites and passions. There
arc hundeds-mieht ] not say thou
sands2-of young men in this house
this morning-young men of fair pros
poets. Put your trust In the Lord God
and all is well. But you will be
/ tempted Perhaps you may this mo-
ment be addressed on the first Sabbath
of your coming to the great city, and
] give you this br,therly counsel.
speak not in a perfunctory way.
speak as an Older brother talks to q
younger brother. put my hand on
your shoulder this day and commend
you TO Jesus Chribt, who himself was
young man and died while yet 3
young man, and has sympathy for al
| young mon. Oh, be master, by the
grace of God. of your appetites and
passions
/ / 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 close with 6
i peroration mightier than was ever ut
{ered by mere human igs. Two quo
i tations, The first is this: Who hatf
woei who hath babbling2 who haiti
wounds withou. cause9 They tha'
tarry long at tho wine. they that go tt
seek mixed wine. Look not upon the
wine when it is red, when 1t movetl
itself Alright in the cup, for at the las
} | Il biteth Ike a serpent and stingeth like
an adder" This is the other quotation
Make up your mind as TO which is tbs
J mora impressive, think the last il
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