The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1866-1891, 1890-08-14
THE TALMAGE SERMON.
The Brooklyn Divine breaches on the
"Curse of Intemperance."
He Says Rum Cannot he Taxed Out of
EIistence-Two Pictures from Life.

TEXT: at Is my sons coat; an evil
beast hath deroured htm.'-Gen. xxxvI.
Joseph's brethren dipped their brothers
coat in goats blood, and then brought the
dabbled garment to their father, cheating
him with the idea that a ferocious animal
had slain him, and thus hiding their irfa-
nous behavior. But there is no deception
about that which we hold up to your OBJ
servation to-day. A monster such as
never ranged African thcket or HindoStan
Jungle hath tracked this land, and with
bloody NAV hath Strewn tho continent
with the mangled carcasses of whole genera
tions, and there arc tens of thousands or
fathers and mothers who could hold up the
garment of their slain boy, truth!ully ex-
claiming, ut is my sons coat; an evil beast
hath dcvoured him" There has in all age:
and climes been 4 tendency to tho improper
use of stimulantS. Noah, as If disguised with
the prevalence of water in his time, took TO
strong drink. BY this vice Alexander the
Conqueror was conquered. The Romans at
their feasts fell off their seats with intoHlca-
ton. Four hundred millions Of our race are
opium caters India, Turkey and China havc
eroaned with the desolation, and by it have
been quenched such lights as HALEY ana
DeQuincey. One hundred millions are the
victims Of the betel nut which has specially
blasted the East Indies. Three hundred
millions chew hashiSh, and Persia, Brazil
md Africa suffer the deirium. The Tartars
employ murowa, the Mexicans the agave,
the people of Guarapo an intoxicating quail
ity taken from sugar cane, while great
multitude that no man can number are the
disciples of alcohol Toit they bow. Under
it they are trampled. In its trenches they
fall. On its CHASTITY holocaust they burn
Could the muster roll of this great army be
called, and they could come up from the
dead, what eye could endure the reaklng.
fostering putrefaction and beastliness?
What heart could endure the groan Of as-
ony?
Drunkenness. Does it not jingle the bur-
glars KEY: Does it not whet the asSassin's
knife? Does it not cock the higl1waymans
pistol? Does it not wave the incendlary
torch? Has it not sent the physician reeling
into the sick room, and the minister with his
tongue thick into the pulpit? Did notan eX-
quisite poet from the very top OF his lame
fall a gibbering sot into the gutter on his way
to be married to one of the fairest daughters
of New England, and at the very hour tho
bride was decking herself for the altar, and
did he not die OF delirium tremeus almost un-
attended in hospital? Tamerlane asked for
100000 skulls with which to build q pyramid
to his own honor. He got the skulls and
built the pyramid. But if tho bones OF oil
those who have fallen as prey to dissipa-
ton could be piled up it would make a vastef
pyramid.
Who will grid himself for the journey and
try with me to scale this mountain OF the
dead, going up miles high on human car
cases to find still other peaks far above,
mountain above mountain white with the
bleached bones Of drunkards!
g",e Sabbath has been sacrificed 10 the
r traffic, To many Of our people the best
ry of the week is the worst. Bakers must
.eep their shops closed on the Sabbath. 1t
is dangerous to have loavcs of bread going
out on Sunday. The shoe store Is closed;
severe penalty will attack the man wh3
sells boots on the SABBATH. But down
with the window shutters OF the
gros shops! Our laws shall confer par,
ticular honor upon the rum trathcSerS. Al.
other trades must stand aside for these. Let
our citizens who have disgraced themselves
by trading in clothing and hosiery and hard
ware and lumber and coal take off their hats
to the runlseller, elected to particular honor.
1t is unsafe for any other class OF men to be
allowed license for Sunday work. But swing
out your signs, oh yc traffickers in the peace
of families and in the souls OF immortal men
Let the corks fly, and the beer foam, and the
rum 20 tearing down the half consumed
throat of the inebriate. God does not see
Does He? Judgment will never come
Will it?
I do not know but that Col is determined
to let drunkenness triumph, and tho hus
bands and sons of thousands Of our best fam
lilies be DESTROYED by this vice. in order that
our people, amazed and indignant, may rise
I'D and demand the determination OF this
municipal crime. There is way of driving
down the hoops Of q barrel so tight that they
break. We have in this country at variou;
times tried to regulate this evil by tax on
whisky. You might as we'll try to regulate
the Asiatic cholera or the smallpox by taxa
ton. The men who distil liquors are for the
most part unscrupulous and the higher the
tax the more inducement to illicit dlstllla-
tion.
Oh! the folly Of trying to restrain an evil
by Government tariff. 1t every gallon OF
whisky made, if every flask of wine pro-
duced, should be taxed thousand dollars, 1T
would not be enough to pay for the tears ft
has wrung from the eyes of widows and or
phans, nor for the blood it has dashed on tho
Christian Church, nor for the catastrophe OF
the millions it has destroyed forever.
sketch two houses in this street. Tho
first is bright as home can be. The father
comes at nightfall, and the children run out
to meet him Luxuriant evening meal Grat-
ulation and sympathy and laughter. Music
in the paglor. Fine pictures OH the wall
Costly Books on the stand. A VOL c'aG
household. Plenty of everything to make
home happy.
House the second. Piaro sold yesterday
by the sheriff. Wife's furs at ,pawn9,roker,ss >
shop. Clock gone. Daughters jewelry sold
to get flour. Carpets gone off the floor.
Daughters in faded and patched dresses.
Wife sewing for the stores Little child with
on ugly wound on her face, struck in an an
cry blow. Deep shadow of wretchedneSs
falling in every room. Door bell rings. Lit
tie children hide Daughters turn pale.
Wife holds her breath. laundering step IN
the hall. Door opens. Fiend, brandishlng
his fist, cries, Out! out. What are you do
ing herc:'
Did l cali this house the second? No; it is
the same house. Rum transformed it, Rum
ambruted the man.. Rum sold the shawl.
Rum tore up the carpets. Rum shook his
list. Rum deSolated the hearth. Rum
changed that paradise into hell.
| sketch two men that You know very well.
The first graduated from one of our literary
Institutions His father, mother, brothers
and sisters were present to see him graduate.
They heard the applauding thunders that
greeted his speech. They saw the bouquets
tossed to his feet. They saw the degree con-
ferred and the diploma given. He never
looked so WELL Everybody said: "What Q
noble brow, What q fine eye! What grace
fui manners. What brilliant prospects, Al
the world opens before him AMI cries, "Hur
rah. hurrah!'
Man the second lies in the station-house
The doctor has Just been sent for to bind VI
the Sashes received in q fight. His hair il
matted, and makes him look like q wild beast
His lip is bloody AMI cut. Who is this bat
tered and bruised wretch that was picke,
20 by the police and carried IT. drunk an'
;oul and blccling? Did l call him man tn
second? He is man the first Rum trans
formed him. Rum destroyed his prospects
RUN disappointed parental expectation
Rum withcred those garlands Of commence
mcnt day. Rum cut his lip Rum dashe'