The Brookhaven leader., 1889-05-23

he was 30 tobie, he was so gOoli God
never made O grauder man than he Fss
but the drink did IL the drink did IT,"
some day she will press her hands
against her temples and cry; "Oh. my
brain, my brainw or she will 90 out on
the abument OF the bridge some moon.
light night and look down the CLASSY SUR
face and wonder IL under that CLASSY
surface there is not some rest for
broken heart.
A young man, through the interces-
sion Of metropolitan friends, gets place
in a bank or store. He Is going to leave
his country home. That morning they
are up early in the old homestead. The
trunk Is In the wagon. Mother says:
"My son. put Bible in the trunk; ]
hope you will read IL often" She wipes
the tears away with her apron. "Oh, F"
he says, "come, don't be worried, I know
how to take care of myself. Don't be
worried about me-" The father says;
"My son, be q good boy. and write home
often; your mother will be anxious to
hear from YOU" Cracki goes the
whip, and over the hills goes the
wagon. Five years passed on, and dis
sipated life has done its work for that
young man. There is hear te coming up
in front OF the old HON ,stead. The
young men OF the neighbour ood who have
stald on the farm come in and say: els
it possiblet Why, he doesn't look natur-
al, does her Is that the fair brow we
used to knowf Is that the healthy
cheek we used to know 1t can't be pos
sible that Is him." The parents stand
looking at the cash in the forehead from
which the life oozed ont, 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 sonp
Lorenzo de Medici was very sick, and
some OF his superstitious friends thought
IL they could dissolve q certain number
OF pearls in cup, and then be would
drink them it would cure him Of the dis
ease. So they went around and they
gathered up all the beautiful pearls they
could find, and they dissolved them in
emp and the sick man drank them. Oh, II
was an expensive draught. Bus 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 Taarl OF an
everlasting Heaven, and presses 1t to the
hot lips.
I tell you the dramshop Is Che gate Of
hell. The trouble is they do not put up
the right kind of sign. They have q
great many different kind Of signs now
on places 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 "wine cellar" and another is called
the sample room" What name to
give one OF those places! A "sample
roomw saw a man on the steps Of one
Of those sample rooms" the other day.
dead drunk. l said to myself: 81 suppose
that is sample!" tell you 1t is the
gate Of hell.
"Oh," says some man, 81 am kind, am
indulgent to my family, l am right In
many respects, l am very generous. end
have too grand and generous a moral nat
ure to be overthrown in that way" Let
me say that the persons who are in the
most peril have the largest hearts, the
best education, the brightest prospects.
This sin chooses the fattest lambs for its
sacrifice. The brightest garlands are by
this carbuncled hand Of drunkenness torn
off the brow Of the poet and the orator.
Charles Lamb, answer! Thomas Hood,
answer! Sheridan, the English orator.
answer! Edgar A. Poe, answer! Junius
Brutus Booth, answer.
Oh, come and look over into it while
draw off the cover-hang over it and looh
down into it, and see the seething, boil.
ing, loathsome, smoking, agonizing
disappearing hell of the drunkard. Young
men, be master of your appetites and
passions. There are hundreds-might
not say thousands?-of young men in
this house this morning-young men of
fair prospects. Put your trust in the Lord
God and all is we'll. But you will be
tempted.
Perhaps you may this moment be ad q.
dressed on the first Sabbath Of your COM
ing to the great city, and give You this
broth erly counsel. speak not in per-
functory way. l speak as an older BROTH
er talks TO a younger brother. put my
hand on your shoulder this day and COM
mend 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 passions
l close with a peroration. Ministers
and spea kers are very apt to close with a
peroratiou, and they generally roll up
some grand imagery to express what they
have to say. 1 close with a peroration
mightier than was ever uttered by mere
human lips. Two quotations. The first
is this: "Who hath woe? who hath
babblingi who hath wounds without
cause? They that tarry long at
the wine, they that go to seek
mixod wine. Look not upon the
wine when it is red, when it moveth it.
self Alright in the cup, for at last it bitetk
like serpent and stingeth like an adder" 4"
This is the other quotation. Make up
your mind as to which is the more i'm
pressive. think the last is the mightieri
"Rejoice, o young man, in thy youth, and
let thy heart cheer thee in the days of thy
youth, and walk thou IN the sight OF thine
own eyes; but know thou that for al
these things God will bring thee int<
judgment"
PRACTICAL CHRISTIANITY.