Connecticut western news., 1890-07-30

books on the stand. We'll clad house hold Plenty of every thing to make home happy.
 House the second: Piano sold yes terday by the sheriff. Wife's furs at pawnbroker's 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 an ugly wound on her face, struck in an angry blow. Deep shadow of wretchedness falling in every room. Door bell rings. Little children hide. Daughters turn pale Wife holds her breath Blundering step in the hall. Door opens. Fiend, brandishing his fist, cries. "Out! out What are you doing here2"
 TRANSFORMED BY RUM.
 Did I call this house the second2 Mo- it is the same house. Rum transformed it. Rum embruted the man. Rum sold the shawl Rum tore up the carpets. Rum shook his fist Rum desolated the hearth Rum changed that paradise into a hell!
 sketch two men that you know very we'll The first graduated from one o1 our literary institutions. His father, mother brothers and sisters were pres ent to see him graduate. They heard the applauding thunders that greeted bis speech. They saw the bouquets tossed to his feet. They saw the de- gree conferred and the diploma given. He never looked so we'll Everybody said: 'What a noble brow! What a fine eye! What graceful manners! What brilliant prospects!' All the world opens before him and cries, "Hurrah! l! hurrahl"
 Man the second lies in the station house. The doctor has just been sent for to bind up the gashes received in fight His hair is matted, and makes him look like wild beast. His lip is bloody and cut. Who is this battered and bruised wretch that was picked up by the police and carried in, drunk and foul and bleeding9 Did call him man the second2 He is man the first! Rum transformed him. Rum destroyed his prospects. Rum disappointed parental expectation. Rum withered those gar ments of commencement day. Rum cut his lip. Rum dashed out his man. hood. Rum, accursed rum!
 THEY ALL FALL BEFORE IT.
 This foul thing gives one swing to it's scythe and our best merchants fall {; their stores are sold and they sink into dishonored graves. Again it swings its scythe, and some of our best physicians fall into sufferings that their wisest pre- scriptions cannot cure. Again it swings its scythe, and ministers of the Gospel fall from the heights of Zion with long resounding crash of ruin and shame Some of your own households have already been shaken. Perhaps you can hardly admit it; but where was your son last night2 Where was he Friday night2 Where was he Thurs day night2 Wednesday night2 Tuesday night9 Monday night2 Nay, have not some of you in your own bodies felt the power of this habit2 You think that you could stop2 Are you sure you could? Go on little further and am sure you cannot. think if some of you should try to break away you would find chain on the right wrist and one on the left; one on the right foot and another on the left. This ser pent does not begin to hurt until it has wound round and round. Then it be- gins to tighten and strangle and crush, until the bones crack, and the blood trickles, and the eyes start from their sockets and the mangled wretch cries, 70 God o God! help! help!' But it is too late; and not even the fires of woe can melt the chain when once it is fully fastened.
 I have shown you the evil beast. The question is, Who will hunt him down and how shall we shoot him2 l answer first, by getting our children right on this subject. Let them grow up with an utter aversion to strong drink Take care how you administer it even as medicine. If you find that they have natural love for it, as some have, put in a glass of it some horrid stuff and make it utterly nauseous. Teach them as faithfully as you do the Bible that rum is fiend. Take them to the almshouse and show them the wreck and ruin it works. Walk with them into the homes that have been scourged by it. If a drunkard hath fallen into a ditch take them right ul where they can see his face, bruised, savage and swollen, and say, "Look, my son; rum did that" Looking out of your window at some one who, in. toxicated to madness, goes through the ! street brandishing his fist, blasphem ing God, a bowling, defying, shouting, reeling, raving and foaming maniac, say to your son, Hook; that man was once a child like you" As you go | by the grog shop let then know that that is the place where men are slain, and their wives made paupers, and their children slaves l Hold out to your children all warnings all rewards, all counsels, lest in after days they break your heart and curse your gray hairs A man laughed at my father for his scrupulous temperanct l principles, and said: 1T am more lib | euli n you. I always give my chil dren the sugar in the glass after we
 have been taking drink" Three o1
 his sons have died drunkards, and the 1 fourth is imbecile through intemperate | habits. I HOW TO EIGHT IT.
 Again, we will battle this evil by
 voting only for sober men. How many
 men are there who can rise above thu
 feelings of partisanship and demand
 that our officials shall be sober men9 maintain that the question of so | hriatv iS hiobar than tha uuaStiOn n