The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1890-07-30

day by the sheriff. Wife'sfurs at pawn
brokers' shop. Clock gone. Daughters
jewelry sold to get flour. Carpets gono
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 steE
in the hall. Door opens Fiend, bran.
dishing his fists, cries, "Out! outl What
are you doing here?"
Did call this house the second? No,
It is the same house. Rum transformed
II. Rum embruited the man. Rum sold
the shawl. Rum tore up the carpets.
Rum shook the fists. Rum desolated
the hearth. Rum changed that para
disc into HE'LL
sketch two men that you know very
we'll. The first graduated from one Of
our literary institutions. His father,
mother, brothers and sisters were pres
ent to see him graduate. They heard
the applauding thunders that greeted
his speech. They saw the bouquets
tossed to his feet. They saw the degree
conferred and the diploma given. He
never looked SO we'll. Everybody said,
"What noble browi What fine brow!
What graceful mannersl What brilliant
prospectsI' All the world opens before
him and cries, "Hurrahl Hurrahp"
Man the second: Lies in the station
house. The doctor has just been sent
for TO bind up the gashes received in q
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 tho 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
lands Of commencement day. Rum cut
his lip. Rum dashed out his manhood.
Rum, accursed rum!
This foul thing gives one swing
TO its scythe, and our best merchants
fall; their stores are sold, and they sink
into dishonored graves Again 1t swings
its scythe, and some Of our best phYsi-
clans fall into sufferings that their
wisest prescriptions can not cure. Again
1t 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 1t; but where
was your son last night? Who're
was he Friday night Where
was he Thursday night? Wednesday,
night? Tuesday night? Monday nightp
Nay, have not some Of you in
your own bodies felt the power Of this
habit? You think that you could stop?
Are you sure you could? Go on little
further, and am sure you can not I
think, II 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. Tho serpent does not begin to
hurt until 1t has wound round and
round. Then 1t begins 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, 20 Godl o Qodl
help! helpl' But tits too late; and not
even the fires OF WOO can melt the chain
when once 1t Is fully fastened.
Ihave 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
care how you administer 1t even as med
icine. II you find that they have .
natural love for 1t, as some have, put In
q glass OF IL some horrid stuff, and make
1t utterly nauseous Teach them, as
faithfully as you do the Bible, that rum
is q fend. Take them 70 the almshouse,
and show them the wreck and ruin 1t
works. Walk with them into the homes
that have been scourged by 1t. II q
drunkard hath fallen into 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, intoxicated TO madness,
goes through the street, .brandishing
his fist, blaspheming God, a bowling de-
flying, shouting, reeling, raving and
foaming maniac, say TO your son, Look;
that man was once o child like you."
As you 60 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 to
your children all warnings, al rewards.
all counsels, lest in after days they
bresk your heart and curse your gray
hairs. A man laughed at my father for
his scrupulous temperance principles,
and said; al am moro liberal than you.
always give my children the sugar in
tho glass after we have. been taking q
drink" Three Of his sons have died
drunkards, and, the fourth Is imbecile
through intemperate habits,
Again: We win battle this evil by
voting only for sober men. How many
men are there who can rise above the
feelings Of partissnship and demand
that our oficiais shall be sober men?
maintain that the question OF So
briet5 y higher than the question Of
ayallsbility; and that, however eminent
sipRn's services may DO, II he have
habits Of intoxication, he Is unit for
any Office In the gift Of Christian peo-
pie. Our laws win be no better than
the men who make them. Spend q few
days At Harrisburg, or Albany, or Wash