Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1890-08-09

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ofthe Evil Beast OF Drunkenness That
Destroys Souls.
& BROOKLYN. July 27.-Dr. Talmage's SER
~ on to-day was devoted to the curse of in
Temperance With the hand of u master he
drew in vivid colors the appalling tragedies
(which this remorseless demon has perpe-
4rated His text was Gen. XXXvii 80: 1T
is my sons coat; an evil beast hath de-
%AOured him.
Joseph's brethren dipped their brothers
coat In goats blood, and then brought the
Aabbled garment to their father, cheating
him with the idea that fefoclous animal
had slain him, and thus hiding their infa
nous behavior. But there is no deception
abou-that which we hold up to your obser
Walton to-day. monster such as never
ranged African thicket or Hindostan
Jungle hath tracked this land
and with bloody NAV hath strewn
the continent with the man
q gIed carcasses Of whole generations. and
there are tens of thousands of fathers and
1nothers who could hold up the garments OF
their slain boy truthfully exclaiming, 1T is
any sons coat; an evil beast hath de-
SAgoured him." There has in all ages and
ssclimes been a tendency to the improper use
of stimulants! 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 Ro-
mans at their feasts fell off their seats with
#intoxication. 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 Hal
LEY and De Quincy. One hundred millions
s are the victims of the betel nut, which has
Especially blasted the East Indies. Three
#hundred millions chew hashish, and Persia,
Brazil and Africa suffer the delirium. The
s#TartarS employ muroWa. the MeXicans the
Nagave, the people at Guarapo an lntoX1cat-
ing quality taken from sugar cane, while q
II great multitude that no man can number
a are the disciples of alcohol To it they bow,
&Under it theyare trampled In it's trenches
they fall, On its CHASTITY holocaust they
81 burn. Could the muster roll OF this great
army be called, and they could come up
81 from the dead, what eye could endure tho
@ reeking, fostering putrefactiOn and beaStli-
vi ness? What heart could endure the groan
II of agony?
81 Drunkenness. Does it not jingle the
u burglars key? Does it not whet the assas-
Asins knife? Does it not cock the highway
mans pistol? Does it not wave the in
@cendary's torch? Has it not sent the
VI physician reeling into the sick room, and
# the minister with his tongue thick into the
I'll pulpit? Did not an exquisite poet, from the
"a very top of his fame, fall a gibbering sot
u into the gutter on his way to be married to
81 one of the fairest daughters of New En-
~ gland, and at the very hour the bride was
III decking herself for the altar and did he not
81 die of delirium tremenS, almost unattended
&1n Il nOSplJdlf IdmeEldno asked lOE one
Nj hundred and sixty thousand skulls with
(which to build pyramid to his own honor.
M He got the skulls and built the pyramid
VI But if the bones OF all those who have
81 fallen as prey todissipation could be piled
u up it would make a vaster pyramid.
8 Who will grid himself for the journey and
M try with me to scale this mountain of the
81 dead-going up miles high on human car
n casses to find still other peaks far above.
y mountain above mountain white with
Il the bleached bones Of drunkards.
q The Sabbath has been sacrificed to the
rum traffic. TO many of our people the
n best day Of the week is the worst Bakers
must keep their shops closed on the Sab
bath, 1t is dangerous to have loayes OF
bread going out on Sunday. The shoe store
Il is closed; severe penalty will attack the
man who sells boots on the Sabbath. But
down with the window shutters of the
II grog-shOpsi Our laws shall confer particu-
4 lar honor upon the rum traffickers, All
other trades must stand aside for these.
4 Let our citizens who have disgraced them
selves by trading in clothing and hosiery
Il and hardware and lumber and coal take off
their hats TO the rum seller elected to par
tcular honor, 1t is unsafe for any other
class of men to be allowed license for Sun
day work! But swing out your signs, oh We
traf1ickers in the peace Of families and in
the souls of immortal men! Let the cOrks
fly, and the beer foam, and the rum go tear
ing 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 Gods determined
to let drunkenness triumph, and the hus
bands 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 way OF
driving down the hoops of a barrel so tight
that they break. We have in this country
at various times tried 10 regulate this evil
by a tax on whisky. You might as we'll try
to regulate the Asiatic cholera or the small
poX by taxation. The men who distil liquors
are for the most part INSCRIPTIONS, and
the higher the tax the more inducement to
illicit distillatioh.
OH the folly of trying to restrain an evil
by government tariff! II every gallon OF
whisky made, if every flask of wine pro-
duced, should be taxed 81 thousand dollars
it would not be enough to pay for the tears
it has wrung from theleyes of widows and
orphans, nor for the blood it has dashed on
the Christian church, nor for the catastro-
phe of the millions it has destroyed for
ever.
sketch two houses in this street. The
first is bright as home can be. The father
comes at nightfall. and the children run out
to meet him, Luxuriant evening meal.
Graduation and sympathy and laughter.
Music in the parlor, Fine pictures on the
wall. Costly books on the stand. Well
clad household. Plenty of everything to
make home happy.
House the second: Piano sold yesterday
by the sheriff. Wifes 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. Lit
tie child with al ugly wound on her face.
struck in an angry blow Deep shadow of
wretchedness falling in every room. Door
bell rings. Little children hide. Daugh
ters turn pale. Wife holds her breath.