Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1890-08-08
REV. DIR. TALMAGE.
THE BROOKLYN DIVINE'S SUN
DAY SERMON.
Subject: 1.-The Curse of Intemper-
ance."

TEXT: at is my sons coat; an euil
beast hath deroured him. Gen. xxxyii.
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 slain him, and thus hiding their iEfa-
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 thicket or Hindostan
Jungle hath tracked this land, and with
bloody NAV hath strewn the continent
with the mangled carcasses of whole genera
tons and there are tens of thousands of
fathers and mothers who could hold up the
garment of their slain boy, truthfully ex
claiming, ut is my sons coat; an evil beast
hath devoured him" There has in all ages
and chimes been tendency to the improper
use of stimuiants. 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 intoxica-
ton Four hundred millions Of our race are
opium eaters. India, Turkey and China have
groaned with the desolation, and by it have
been quenched such lights as HALEY and
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
and Africa suffer the delirium. 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. To it they bow. Under
it they are trampled. In its trenches they
fall. On it's 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 reeking.
fostering putrefaction and beastliness?
What heart could endure the groan OF ag-
ony?
Drunkenness. Does it not jingle the bur-
glars key? Does it not whet the assassin's
knife? Does it not cock the highwayman's
pistol? Does it not wave the incendiary's
torch? Has it not sent the physician Keeling
into the sick room, and the minister with his
tongue thick into the pulpit Did not an ex-
quiste 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, and at the very hour the
bride as decking herself for the altar, and
did he not die of delirium tremens almost I'M
attended in a hospital9 Tamerlane asked for
$780, 900 skulls with which to build pyramid
to his own honor. He got the skulls and
built the pyramid. But if the bones Of all
those who have fallen as a prey to dissipa-
ton could be piled up it would make vaster
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?
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. Il
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 Oh the Sabbath. But down
with the window shutters of the
cLO On. To- shall confer
ticular 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 hosiery and hard
ware and lumber and coal take off their hats
to the rumseller, 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 We trattlckers IN the peace
of families and in the souls Of immortal meni
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 determined
to let drunkenness triumph, and the huS
bands and sons of thousands of our best fam
lies 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 way of driving
down the hoops of barrel so tight that they
DredR. " q nave III C0lS country az
times tried to regulate this evil by tax on
whisky. You might as we'll try to regulate
the Asiatic CHI olera or the smallpox by taxa
ton. The men who distil liquors are for the
most part INSCRIPTIONS, and the higher the
tax the more inducement to illicit distilla-
ton.
OH 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 be taxed thousand dollars it
hoo IN, &oV fr0rs f1o %ooF~
has wrung from the eyes of widows and Or
phans nor for the blood it has dashed on the
Christian Church, nor for the catastrophe OF
the millions it has destroyed forever.
sketch two houses in this street. The
Hrst is bright as home can be. The father
comes at nightfall, and the children run out
30 meet him. Luxuriant evening meal. Graf
ulation and sympathy and laughter. -" =
in the parlor. Fine pictures on the wall
Costly books on the stand. A well clad
household. Plenty of everything to make
home hanpy.
House the second. Piano sold yesterday
by the sheriff. Wife's furs at pawnbroker's
shop. Clock gone. Daughters jewelry sold
to get -four. 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 an
cry blow. Deep shadow Of wretchedness
falling i'll every room. Door bell rings. Lit
tie children hide. Daughters turn pale
Wife holds her breath. laundering step in
the hall. Door opens. Fiend, brandishing
his fist, cries. Out! out! What are you do
ing here?"
Did I call this house the second? No: it is
the same house. Rum transformed it. Rum
emhruted the man. Rum sold the shawl.
Rum tore up the carpets Rum shook his
Gst. Rum desolated the hearth. Rum
changed that paradise into hell.
sketch two men that you know very well.
tod S0f0p