Daily tobacco leaf-chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1890-1895, 1890-07-28
A BLOODY MONSTER.
DR.. TALMAGg ON THE CURSE OF
iNTeMPERANcE.

Him."
BROOKLYN, July 27.-Dr Taimage's SER
mon today was devoted to the curse of in
temperance. With the hand of a master
he drew in vivid colors the appalling trag-
edies which this remorseless demon has
perpetrated. His text was Gen. xxxvii,
80: st is my sons coat; an evil beast hath
deyoured him"
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 ferocious animal
had siain him, and thus hiding their in
famous behavior. But there is no decep-
ton about that which we hold up to your
observation today. A monster such as
never ranged African thicket or Hindostan
jungle hath tracked this land, and with
bloody nav hath strewn the continent
with the mangled uarcasses of whole gen
crations, and there are tens of thousands
of fathers and mothers who could hold up
the garment of their slain boy truthfully
exclniming, ut is my sons coat; an evil
beast hath devoured him" There has in
all ages and cimes been tendency to the
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 CON
quered. The Romans mt their feasts fell
off their seats with intoxication. Four
hundred millions of our race are opium
caters. India, Turkey and China have
groaned with the desolation, and by it have
been quenched such lights rs HALEY and
De Quincy. One hundred millions are the
victims of the betel nut, which has special
l. a
millions chew hashsh, and Persia, Brazil
and Africa suffer the delirium. The Tar
tars employ murOwa, the MeXicans the
agave, the people at Guarapo an intoXicat-
ing quality taken from sugar cane, while a
great multitude that no man can number
are the disciples Of alcohol. To it they
bow Under it they arc trampled. In its
trenches they fall. On its CHASTITY holo-
caust they burn. Could the muster roll of
this great army be called, and they could
come up from the dead, what eye could en-
dure the reelling fostering putrefaction
and beastliness? What heart could endure
the groan of agony
TIE DEMON OF DRUNKENNESS.
Drunkenness. Does it not jingle the
burglars key? Docs it not whet the Us.
sassin's knifeY Does it not cock the high
wayman's pistol? Docs it not wave the
Incendiary's torChP Has it not sent the
physician reeling into the sick room, and
the minister with his tongue thick into
the pulpit? Did not an exquisite poet from
the very top Of his fame fall II Ribbering
sot into the gdtter on his way to be mar
ried to one of the fnirest daughters of New
England, and at the very hour the bride
was decking .crself for the altar, and did
bn Il Ia Of Il pIi tpap n II
attended in hospital? Tamerlane asked
for 100000 skulls with which to build a
pyramid to his own honor He got the
skulls and built the pyramid. But if the
bones of all those who have fallen NJ
prey TO dissipation could be piled up II
would make u Ylster 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
carcasses to find still other peaks far above,
mountain above mountain white with the
bleached bones of drunliards?
SACRIFICE or THE SABBATH.
The Sabbath has been sacrificed to the
rum traffic. To many of our people the
best day of the week is the worst Bakers
must keep their shops closed on the Sab
bath. II is dangerous to have loaves Of
store Is closed, severe penalty will attack
the man who sells boots on the Sabbath
But down with the window shutters of
the grog shops oar Laws shall confer par.
ticular honor upon the rum tranickers
All other trades must stand aside for these.
Let our citizens who have disgraced them
selves by trading in clothing and hosiery
and hardware and lumber and coal take
100 b,;t, Int I, - nlaptaI a
particular honor 1t is unsafe for any
other class Of men to be allowed license
for Sunday work But swing out your
signs, oh ye trallickers IN the peace of fam
lilies and in the souls Of immortal menl
let the corl,s lly, and the beer toam, and
the rum go tearing down the half con
sumed throat Of the incbriatc. God does
not sect Does hep Judgment will never
comet Will itY
do not know but that God is determined
to let drunkenness triumph, and the bus
bands and sons of thousands Of our best
families be destroyed by this vice, In ordeF
that our people, amazed and indignant,
may rise mp aud demand the determination
OF this municipal crime There is way of
driving down the hoops of a barrel so tight
that they break We have in this country
mt various times tried to regulate this evil
by a tax on whisky You might rs well
try TO regulate the Asiatic cholera or the
smallpox by taxation. The men who dis
ill liquors are for the most part unscrupu-
lous. and the higher the tax the more In
duccment TO Illicit distillation.
CONTRASTING SKETCHES.
Obi the folly of trying to restrain an evil
by government tariff If every gallon of
whisky made, if every flask of wine pro
duced, should he taxed thousand dollars,
1t would not he enough to pay for the tears
it has wrung from the eyes OF widows and
orphans, nor for the blood it has dashed on
the Christian CHURCH, nor for the catastro-
Dhe of the millions IL has destroyed forever
sketch two houses ia this street. The
first is bright rs home can be. The father
comes at nightfall. aud the children run
ont 10 meet him. Luxuriant evening meal
Graduation and sympathy and laughter
Music in the parlor. Fine pictures on the
wall Costly books on the stand. wei
clad household. Plenty of everything to
make home happy
House the second. Piano sold yesterday
by the sheriff Wifc's furs Mt pawnbrok-
er's shop. Clock gone, Daughters jew
elry sold to get flour. Carpets gone off the
floor. Daughters in faded and patched
dresses. Wife sewing for the stores. Little
child with IN ugly wound on her face,
struck in an angry blow. Deep shadow Of
wretchcdness falling in every room. Door
bell rings. Little children hide. Daugh-
tiers turn pale. Wife holds her breath.
laundering step in the hall. Door opens
Fiend. brandishing his fist, cries, "Outl
Quit What are you doing here,'
Did call this house the scCuud9 No; it
is the same house. Rum transformed it,
Rum embruted the man. Rum sold the