The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1889-08-12

formatorv institutions OF all @,rl-. He was
verv genial and very generous a2t very
lovable. and whe never lie IA ks-d 40 IL tins
evil habit he would say: 81 can stop any
timen Bat he EePt cong or, s in2 on,
down, down. down. Ills II lily would say,
81 wis1 Won woaIl st1n.r "W Nv" ne
would reply, II can stop Any tlmo X l want
to- After while be nal de!irilm tre'nsns
be had il twice. and vet af.s~ .hnt ne said
81 could stop at any time Il van Ell %. "
He is dead now Whn- killed him' Rum
Rum! And vet among is last ute ances
was: al can stop ac a1y time lie lid not
stop 1t. because 30 could not stop it. Ga,
there is q point in inclination beyond
which, If a nan goes 20 cannot stop.
One Of these VICTIM. said % "a christian
man, Sir, il l were told Tint I couldn't
get a dri X until tomorrow night unless
had all my fingers ct OF, l woJi: say.
'Bri z tho hatchat and GU then Oft now -
] have a dear friend in Pai,sdeiTlia whose
nephew came to him ono dsv. and when be
was exhOrted about h.s evi. habit, Sail.
"Uncle, | can't give i. u. il ;nsre stood
a cannon, and II MAS loaded, aud glass Of
wine sat on the mou Of that can ioI, An |
! knew that you vou i-o /. OF Just as
came up and took the glass, / you'd
start, for / must have it, Oh, it
Is a sad thing for a man TO wake up IN this
life and ell that he IS a captive. He say:
81 could have got lid of his once, but |
can't now. ] might have lived an houora-
life and died a chris ian death; but there IS
no hope for me now; there is no escape f r
me. Dead, but not buried. | am a walk
ing corpse. am an apparition of what I
once was. | am "a Gagged immortal, beating
against the wires Of my ca % in this direc-
lion and in that direction; beating against
the cage until there is blood on the wne,
aud blood upon my soul, vet not able to get
out. Destroyed, without remedyW
go further, and say that the inebriate
suffers from the loss of his usefulness Do
you not recognize the fact that many Of
those who a. now caDtives of rOng drink
only little while ago were foremost in t 3
churches and IN reform ltory institutions!
Do you not know that some lines they
knelt in the family circlei Do you not
know that thev PRAYED in public, and some
of them carried around the hol vine on
sacrams tai days! . y yes, they stood in
the very front rank, but they gradually fell
away. And now what do you suppose is th5
feeling of such a man as that, whel
he thinks of his dishonored VOWS and the
dishonored saCrament-when he thinks of
what he might have been md of what he is
now! Do such men laugh and seam very
merry. All, there is, down in the depths of
their soul. a very heavy weight. Do not
things, and &C very roughly in the house
hold. You would not blame them at all If
you kne 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 nowl
/ go on, and say that the nebriate suffers
from the S. Of physical health. The old IT
men IN the congregation may remember
4l-s,Ne =
this country aud electrified the people b.
his lectures, in which he sho we'd the effects
of alcohol on the human stomach. He had
seven or eight diagrams by which be show d
the devastation Of strong drink upon the
physic j system. There were thousands of
people that turned back from that ulcerous
sketch sweari & eternal abstinence from
everything that could intoxicate.
God only knows what the drunkard suf-
ters Pain files on every nerve, and travels
every muscle, and gnaws every bone, and
burns with every fame, and stlngs with
every poison, and pulls at him with every
torture. What reptiles crawl over his creep
ing llmbsl What tiends stand by his mid
night pillow What groans tear his ear
" hat horrors shiver through his soul! Talk
OF the rack, talk of the quisition, talk of
the funeral pyre, talk of the crushing
Juggeruaut-he feels them all at once,
Have you ever beel in the ward of
the hospital whore these inebriates are
dying, the stencil of their woun Is
driving back the attendants, their voices
sounding through the night. The keeper
comes up and says: Hush, now, be still
Stop making all this noise!" But it is
eifectual only for moment for as soon as
the Keeper IS gone they begin gain: "Oh.
God! on. Gld Help! help! Ruml Give
me rum! Help! Take them of me-! Take
them off me Take them off me! Oh, God ~
And tnen they shrek, and they rave, and
they pluck out their hair by hands
full, and bite their alls 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. Strangle
me. Take the devils off mem Oh, it is no
fancy sketch. That thing is going on in
hospitals, aye, it Is going on in some of the
finest reside ces of every neighborhood on
this continent. | went out last night while
you slept, and | tell you further that this is
going to be the death that some of you will
die. ] know it. l see it coming.
oh, is there anvthilg that viii so destroy
a man for this life and damn him for the
life that is to come! | hate that
strong drink. With all the concen.
trated energies of my soul, I hate it. Do
you tell me that man can be happy when
he knows that he is breaking his wlfe's
heart and clothing his children with rags!
Why, there are ON the streets of our cities
to-day little children, bar footed, un.
combed AID unkempt; want on everv..patch
of their faded dress aud on every wr:n lie
of their prematurely old countenances, who
would have been in churches to-day, and
as well clad as you are, but for the fact that
rum destroyed their parents and drove
them INTO the grave. Oh, RUM thou FOE
of God, thou despoiler of homes tn III
recruiting officer Of the pit, abhor thee!
But my su ject takes deeper tone. anC
that is that the inebriate suffers from the
loss of the soul The Bible intimates thai
In the future world, if we are forgiven here
our bad passions and appetites, ureStrained
will 60 along with us and make our tor.
menJ there. SO that l suppose when ar
inebriate wakes up in this lost world he will
feel an infinite thirst clawiug HIM. Now
down in the world, although he NAV have
been very poor, he could beg or he could
steal five ce Us with which to get thai
which would slaAe 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 clalice OF
eternal fires will the hot lips of the drunk
ard drain his draughti No one to brew it.
No one to mix it. No one to pour it, N,
one to fetch it. Millions of worlds, then
h~r the dregs which the young man iusl
now slung on the saw-dusted floor of the
restaurant. Millions of worlds now for the
rind thrown out from the pu lch bowl OF
an earthly banquet Dives cried fol-
Oh, the deep, exhausting, exasperating,
everlasting thirst of the drunkard
in hell Why. if a feud ca lie up to eartt
for some internal work in a prng sbOn aDc