Democratic messenger., 1889-05-18

piOw AROUND Win yoke Ot oxen IN one
day. lie hooked up the oxen to the plow
and he cut very large circle and plowe,l
until he came to the same point where he
started. and all that property was his.
But ] have to tell you to-day that just so
much financial, just So much moral, just
so much spiritual possession YOU will have
rs you compass with your own industries,
and just so much rs from the morning OF
your life to the evening Of your life you
can plow around with your own hard
work. "Go to the ant, thou sluggar,l /;
consider her ways and be wise" One Of
the most awful cnldrons of death to-day is
an indolcnt life. Thank God that you have
to work
THE DRAM suoP.
III. Once more ! remark: that the
dram shop Is great cal,iron of iniquity
in our town. Anacliarsis said that the
vine bore three grapes: the first was pleas
urc. the next was drunkenness and the
next misery. Every saloon above ground
or under ground is a fountain Of iniQuity.
II may have license and il may go on
quite respectfully for while, but ailcr a
while the cover will fall ofNnd the color
of the iniquity will he displayed.
''Oh y says someone, "you ought to be
easier ON such a traffic when II pays sucl,
n large revenue TO the government, and
helps support your schools aud your great
institutions of mercy" And then think
Of what William +. Gladstone said-I
think il was the first time he was chan
cclor Of the cxchcqucr-whcn men en-
gagged in the ruin0us traffic came TO him
and said their business ought TO have more
consideration from the fact that Il paid
such large revenue to the English Gov.
crnment. Mr.. Gladstone sad: Gentle.
men, don't worry yourselves about the
revenue; give me 3OOOOO0O sober people,
and we'll have revenue enough and sur.
plus"
We might in this country-this traffic
pcrishcd-havc less revenue, but We would
have more happy homes. and we would
have more peace. and we would have
fewer people in the pcni,cniiaiy, aud there
are now on the road 10 hell who would
start an the road tn Heaven.
rwp sInES M a pt,rt.ue
But the financial ruin is u very small part
of il. This iniquiiy Of whicl, I speak
takes everything that is sacred out "f the
family, everything that is holy in religion,
everything that is infinite in the soul, aud
iramplcs il under foot. The marriage day
das come. The TWAIN are nj the altar.
Lights flash. Music sounds. Gay feet go
up and down The drawing loom. Did ever
u vessel launch on such bright an, beau
tiful sea-. The scene changes. Dingy gar.
ret M fire On u broken chair u sor.
rowful wifi Last hope gone. Poor. for
sakcn. troldrn undcrlooi, she knows all
the SORROWS of bring drunkard's wife.
oh - she says, "hc was the kindcst man
that ever livc,l-hc was so noble So.. good
tod never made granlcr man than he
was, hut the drink did IL, the drink did /,
Some day she will press her hands against
her temples and cry: "Oh my brain, my
brain - or she will go out on the abutmcn
of the bridge some moonlight nigh, aud
look down on the CLASSY surface and won.
der IL under that CLASSY surface there is
not some rest for broken heart.
A young man, through the intercession
Of metropolitan friends. .c,s place IN a
bank or store. lie is going To leave his
country home. Tha, morning they are
up cary in the old homestead. The trunk
Is ON the wagon. Mother says: MY son
put Bible in the trunk | hope you
will read II often" She wipes the tears
away with her apron. oh" he says
come, don't you he worried, | know how
To take care ofmysclf Don't bc worried
about me" The father says: MY son
hc good hoy and write home often
your mother will hc anxious 10 hear from
you" crack goes the whip. and ovel
the hills goes the wagon. Five years
have passed on. and dissipaicd life has
done its work for that young man. Their,
is hcarsc coming up in front Of the old
homestead. The young men ofthe neigh
borhood who have stayed on the farm
come in and say: rs il possible; Why
he doesn't lonk natural, d0cs hey Is that
the fair brow we used 10 know. l. that
the healthy cheek We used to know? II
can't lie possible that is he" The parents
stand looking at the cash in the forchca,
from which the life ooZcl out, and they
lift their hands aud say; 20 my son Ab
salom. my sou. my son Absalom; would
God Ind died for thee, o Absalon, my
son, my son :"
Lorenzo de Mcdici was very sick. and
some of his supcrsiitious friends thought
II they could dissolve certain number o
w " Nhp NbuN
them II would cure him oi the disease. ~
they went around and they gathered ~
all the beautiful pearls they could find
and they dissolved them in u cup aud III,
sick man drank them. Oh. il was an cx
pensiyc draught. Bu, tell you Of II mor'
expensive draught than that. Drunken
ness puts into its cup the pearl Of physi
cal health, the pearl ofdomcslic happiness
the pearl Of rcspeciahiliiy, the pearl o
Christian hope. the pearl Of an everlasting
Heaven, aud presses !, To the hot lips.
TnE GATE OF mEI.L.
I tell you the dram shop is the gate ol
hell The trouble is they do not put ~
the right kind of sign. They have q
grca, many different kinds of signs noW
on places where strong drink is sold TN,
is called the "Tcsiauranl," aud another !,
called the "saloon," and another Is callet
the "holel." aud another Is called the win,
cellar" and another Is called the "sampl,