Connecticut western news., 1891-03-04

his sons in broadcloth and his daughtefs in silk, and stand at his front door a prancing span of sorrels or bays, and secure him policy of life insurance so that the present home may be well maintained after he is dead The most persistent, most overpowering enemy of the working classes is Intoxicating
 liquor. It is the anarchist of the centuries, and has boycotted and is now boycotting the body and mind and soul of American labor It annually swindles industry out of a large per centage of it's earnings. It holds out it's blasting solicitations to the me chanic or operative on his way to work. and at the noon spell and on his way home at eventide. On Saturday, when the wages are paid, it snatches large part of the money that might come to the family and sacrifices it among the saloon keepers. Stand the saloons of this country side by side, and it is carefully eatipated that they wAnld reach from New York to Chicago. t>
 This evil is pouring it's vitriolic and damnable liquors down the throats of hundreds of thousands of laborers, and while the ordinary strikes are ruin ous to both employers and employees, proclaim universal strike against strong drink, which strike, if kept up, will be the relief of the working classes and the salvation of the nation. I will undertake to say that there is not a healthy laborer in the United States who, within the next twenty years. if he will refuse all intoxicating beverages and be saving, may not become a capi talist on small scale
 Oh! how many are waiting to see if something cannot be done for the stop. ping of intemperancel Thousands of drunkards waiting who cannot go ten minutes in any direction without hay ing the temptation glaring before their eyes or appealing to their nostrils, they fighting against it with enfeebled will and diseased appetite, conquering, then surrendering, conquering again and sur rendering again. and crying, How long, O Lord! how low before these in famous solicitations shall be goneW And how many mothers are waiting to see if this national curse cannot lift2 Oh, is that the boy who had the honest breath who comes home with breath vitiated or disguised? What change
 How quickly those habits of early com. ing home have been exchanged for the rattling of the night key in the door long after the last watchman has gone by and tried to see that everything was closed up for the nightl
 Ohl what a change for that young man who we had hoped would do some thing in merchandise, or in artisanship, or in a profession that would do honor to the family name long after mothers wrinkled hands are folded from the last toill All that exchanged for startled look when the door bell rings lest something has happened and the wish that the scarlet fever twenty years ago had been fatal for then he would have gone directly to the bosom of his Saviour. But alas! poer old soul, she has lived to experience what Solomon said, "A foolish son is heaviness to his mother"
 THE STRICKEN MOTHERS WOE.
 Ohl what funeral it will be when that boy is brought home dead And sit tI,, this my boy that used to fondle and that walked the floor with in the night when he was sick? Is this the boy that I held to the baptislnal font for baptisn2 Is this the boy for whom toiled, until the blood burst from the tips of my fingers, that he might have a good start and good home2 Lord, why hast thou let me live to see this! 1! Can it be that these swollen hands are the ones that used to wander over my face when rocking him to sleep? Can it be that this swollen brow is that once so rapturously kissed? Poor boy how tired he does lookl wonder who struck him that blow across the tenn ples2 wonder if he uttered a dying prayera Wake up, my son; don't you hear mel wake upl Oh! he can't hear me. Dead dead! dead! Q Absa. lom, my son, my son, would God that I had died for thee. o Absalom, my son, my son!"
 am not much of a mathematician, and cannot estimate it, but is there any one here quick enough at figures to estimate how many mothers there are waiting for something to be done! Ay, there are many wives waiting for domestic rescue. He promised some. thing different from that when, after the long acquaintance and the careful scrutiny of character. the hand and the he,Srt were offered and accepted What a hell on earth a woman lives in who has drunken husband! o Death, how lovely thou art to her, and how soft and warm thy skeleton hand! The sepulcher at midnight in winter is a kings drawing room compared with that woman's home. It is not so much the blow on the head that hurts as the blow on the heart. The rum fiend came to the door of that beautiful home, and opened the door and stood there and said: II curse this dwelling with an unrelenting curse. curse that father into maniac, I curse that mother into a pauper. I curse those sons into vagabonds. curse those daughters into protligacy. Cursed be bread tray and cradle. Cursed be couch and chair and family Bible, with record of marriages and births and deaths. Curse upon curse"
 Oh, how many wives are there wait ipo tO Saa if SOnathipu cannot he dOnp