Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1890-07-28
An Eloquent Address by the Great Brooklyn
Divine-How Christian Men and Women
Should Make War on the Evil.
The Agencies.
Special Telegram 10 ne Register


to-day. A monster such rs never
ranged African thicket or Hin
dooStan jungle hath tracked
this land. and with bloody
nav hath strewn the continent with
the mangled carcaSSeS OF whole genera
tions: and there are tens oi 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 MN.
There has, in all ages and climeS. been
tendency To the improper use of slim
ulantS. Noah, Is 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 fcaStS fell OFF their
seats with intoNicatiou. -Four hundred
millions of our race are opium eaters.
India. Turkey and China have groaned
with the deSOlati0n; and by IL have
been nuenched such lights as HALEY
and De Quinccy. One hundred mil
lions are the victims of the betcl-
nut. which has specially blasted the
East Indies. Three hundred millions
chew haShiSh. and Persia. Brazil and
Africa suffer the delirium. The Tar
tarS employ murowa; the MeXicanS the
agavc: the people at GuarapO. an intoN-
icating quality taken from Sugar-cane;
while a great multitude, that no man
can number. are the disciples of alcho
hol. To it they bow. Under il they
are trampled. In its trenches they fall.
On its CHASTITY holocaust they burn.
Could the muster roll of this great army
be called, aud they could come up from
the dead, what eye could endure the
reeking. fostering purtrefaction and
beaStllneSS? What heart could endure
the groan of agony?
AT THE DOOR OF DRINK.
Drunkenness: Does it not jingle the
burglars key2 Does i'm not whct the
asSaSSin'S knife? Does il not cock the
hiehwayman'S pistol? Noes it not wave
the incendary'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 eN-
quiSitc poet from The very top of his
fame fall gib0cring Sot. into the
gutter. ON his way 10 be married To one
of the faireSt daughters of New Eng
land. and 40 the very hour the bride
was decking herself for the altar; and
did hc not die of dclerium tremenS, al
most unattended. i'm Il hospital? Tanner
lane asked for one hundred and sixty
thousand 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
as prey ID dissipation could be piled
up. il would make a yaSter pyramid.
Who will grid himself for the jour
nev. and try with me TO scale this noun
tain of the dcad-going mp miles high
on human carcaSseS to find still other
peaks far above, mountain above noun
tain white with the blcached bones Of
drunkardS?
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. II 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-Shuttcrs of the grog-ShopS. 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 trading in clothing and hos
ierv. and hardware. and lumber, and
coal. take OF their hats to the rum
seller. 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, o ye traflick
ers i'm the peace of families, and in the
souls of immortal men. Let the cOrkS
fv. 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.
VIII it?
DO NoT KNOW But THAT con
is determined to let drunkenness
triumph. and the husbands and sons OF
thousands of our best families be de-
stroyed by this vice, in order that our
people. amazed and indignant, may rise
lp and demand the determination OF
this municipal crime. There is 4 way
of driving down the hoops Of a 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 well try TO regulate the
Asiatic cholera or the smallpox by tax
alton. The men who distil liquors are,
for the most part, INSCRIPTIONS, and
the higher the tax. the more induce
ment TO illicit diStillatiOn.
Oh, the folly Of trying to restrain an
evil by government tariff! If every gal.
Ion of whisky made-if every flask of
wine produced, should be taxed a thou
sand dollars. il would not be enough to
pay for the tears it has wrung from the
eyes of widows and orphans, nor for the
blood 10 has dashed on the Christian
Church. nor for the catastrophe oil the
millions il has destroyed for ever.
l have shown You the evil beast. The
question is, Who will hunt him down,
and how shall We shoot him? | answer
First, by getting our children right on
this subject. Let them grow up with
an utter aversion to strong drink. Take
clrchOw You admin Ster it even as a
medicine. II you find that they have
natural love for il. aS some have, put in
a glass of il some horrid stuff. and
make it utterly nauSeOuS. Teach them.
rs faithfully as you do the Bible that
rum is 4 fend. Take them to the aims
house and show them the wreck and
ruin it works. Walk with them into
the homes that have been Scourged by
it. II drunkard hath fallen into a
ditch, take them right up where they
can see his face. bruised. savage and
swollen. and say, Look, my son.
Rum did thatr Looking out
of your window at some one who, in
toxicated TO madness, goes through the
street. brandiShing his fist, disappearing
God. bowling, defying, Shuoting, reel
ing. raving, and foaming maniac, say
to YOUR son. Look; that man was once
a child like YOU" As you go by the
grog-Shop. let them know that that is
the place where men are slain, and their
wives made pauperS, and their children
slaves. Hold out 10 your children all
warnings, all rewards, all cOunsels. lest
i'm after-days they break your heart aud
curse your gray hairs. \ man laughed
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