The Iola register., 1890-08-08
FOR PROHIBITION.
DR.. Taimage on the Evils Of In
temperance.
The Terrible Effect Of Excesses-suTges.
tfons as to Methods Of Destroying the
Vice OF Drunkenness-The Supreme
Court Decision Criticised.

In late sermon at Brooklyn Rev. T.
De Witt Talmage discoursed on the
evils of intemperance. His text was
Genesis, xxxvii 33: 'It is my sons
coat; an evil breast hath devoured him. +"
He said:
Joseph's brethren dipped their BROTH
er's 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 infamous behavior
But there is no deception about that
which we hold up to your observation
to-day. Amonster such as never ranged
African thicket or Hindostan Jungle
hath tracked this land and with bloody
nav hath strewn the continent with the
mangled carcasses of whole generations;
and there are tens of thousands of
fathers and mothers who could hold up
the garment of their slain boy, truth
fully exclaiming: "1t is my sons coat;
an evil beast hath devoured him."
There has, in all ages and climes, been
tendency to the improper use of stim-
ulants. Noah, as if disgusted 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 intoxication. Four hun
dred millions of our race are opium
eaters. India, Turkey and China
horv aI 4IoA
and by it have been quenched such
lights as HALEY and De Quinceys One
hundred millions are the victims of the
betelnut which has specially blasted
the East Indies. Three hundred mil
lions chew hashish. and Persia, Brazil
and Africa suffer the delirium. The
Tartars employ murowa, the Mexicans
the agave, the people at Guarapo an in
toxicating quality taken from sugar
cane, while great multitude, that no
man can number, are the disciples of
alcohol. To it they bow. Under it
they are trampled. In its trenches they
fall.
Drunkenness: Does it not jingle the
burglars key? Does it not whet the as
sassin's knife? Does it not cock the
highwsyman's pistol? Does it not wave
the incendiary's torch? 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
a gibbering sot into the gutter on his
way to be married to one of the fairest
daughters of New England, at the very
hour the bride was decking herself for
the altar; and did he not die of delirium
tremens, almost unattended, in hos
pital?
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 Sabbath. 1t is dangerous to have
loaves of bread going out on Sunday.
The shoe store is closed; severe penalty
will attack the man who sells boots on
the Sabbath. But down with the win
dow shutters of the grogshops! Our laws
shall confer particular honor upon the
rum-traffickers. All other trades must
stand aside for these. Let our citizens
who have disgraced themselves by trad
ing in clothing, and hosiery, and hard
ware, and lumber, and coal, take off
their hats to the rum-sellers, elected to
particular honor. 1t is unsafe for any
other class of men to be allowed license
for Sunday work. But swing ont your
signs, o ye traffickers in the peace of |
and in the souls of immortal |
men! Let the corks fly, and the beer |
foam, and the rum go tearing down the |
half consumed throat of the inebriate. |
God does not see! Does he? Judgment |
will never come! Will it?
do not know but that God is deter- |
mined to let drunkenness triumph and |
the husbands and sons of thousands of |
our best families be destroyed by this |
vice, in order that our people, amazed |
and indignant, may rise up and demand |
the determination of this municipal |
crime. There is a way of driving down |
the hoops of barrel so tight that |
they break. We have, in this country. |
at various 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 taxation.
o, the folly of trying to restrain An
evil by Government tariff! If every
gallon Of whisky made-n every flask
Of wine produced, should be taxed
81, 600, it would not be enough to pay for
the tears it has wrung from the eyes Of
widows and orphans, nor for the blood
1t has dashed on the Christian Church,
nor for the catastrophe of the millions
it has destroyed forever.
l sketch two houses in this street.
The first is bright as home can be. The
father comes at nigh tfall, and the chill
1ren run out to meet him. LuSuriant
evening meal Graduation, and SYM
pathy, and laughter. Music in the par
books on the stand. Well clad house,
hold. Plenty of every thing to make
home happy
House second: Piano sold yesterday
by the sheriff. Wife's furs at pawn
brokers' shop. Clock gone Daughters
ewelry sold to get -four Carpets gone
1ff the floor. Daughters in faded and
patched dresses Wife sewing for the
stores. Little child with an ugly wound
On her face, struck in an angry blow.
Deep shadow of wretchedness falling in
,very room. Door bell rings Little
,hildren hide. Daughters turn pale.
Wife holds her breath Blundering step !
n the hall. Door opens Fiend. brand /
shing his fist, cries: ''Outi out! What /
Ire you doing here?"
Did l call this house the second? No,
t is the same house. Rum transformed
t. Rum embruted the man. Rum sold
he shawl Rum tore up the carpets
Rum shook his fist. Rum desolated the
hearth. Rum changed that paradise in