The University daily. [volume] (Morgantown, W. Va.) 18??-????, 1893-06-15
THE UNIV RSII' DAILY
THE OPIUM HABIT !.

mechanism is beating itselfto death
Inhibition has been disturbed, the
brakes are off; the engine il stunning
away, SO TO speak When the work
ings Of this wonderful engine are in
terfered with life is then hanging BY
thread. The solar plexlis, or, as
the ancients called it, ''the brain Of
the stomach is greatly disturbed,
heaving, throbbing almost like q
heart, with sensation of burning
red hot Goals, buzzing and steaming.
The coppers are hot. Nausea and
vomiting are almost constant accom-
paniments. The appetite is never
keen. meals are repulsiye Sometimes
the appetite Is perverted and raven.
Gus; . hankering after fluids and
sweets; meat and flesh Of all kinds
4 is seldom touched. Digestion is
heavy, delayed; followed BY melan-
cholia To no one does the blues
come .oftener than the confirmed
opium taker. He has the blues from
Monday morning until Sunday night
late. Severe pains occur over the
regions Of the kidneys; he imagines
he has Bright's disease and every
other disease under the sun. Severe
pains are shooting up and down the
legs messages Of death from some
remote cell along the line Of the wire.
The reason or Judgment is swayed;
ideas run wild flow freely, confused,
speculative, thought partakes Of the
marvellous Time loses its element
Of computation nights become end
less, sleep is not realized nor enjoy.
ed, one awakes feyerish and restless,
we'll expressed in the 9th Psalm
Il am weary Of my groaning;; all
the night long make | my bed to
swim: / lwater my couch with my
tears: NJ III.
The imagination is ut times vivid,
evil forebodings take precedence.
The secret pnrsues you; fearful that
something will transpire that will
prevent you from obtaining the drug.
One has conviction Of saerilege
when attending divine worship, loses
faith III God. One has a constant
desire to be alone; seeks the seclu-
sion nf his room, the body becomes
clogged. the mind dull, confused:
-one1ls easy irritated can not endure
the slightest pin prick nor bear the
slightest pain. Cognizant that be
is dying by inches misery long
5drawn*out, and that lie is bound
hand and foot, cannot help himself.
severe in the criticism of himself, en-
.yying the meanest character that
passes by, and so on until his condi.
tion becomes confusion worse con-
founded. Praying God to relieve
him Of his present bondage Of death.
Ali his captor has not done tor
melting him vet and like Ahashuerus
the wandering jew; his load is too
heavy too bear. He prays for any
thing to relieve him from. his pres.
ent condition. Love and sympathy
are gone, he does not stop to think
Of his own condition. The passions
are abolished, be cannot appreciate.
sunshine, the seasons, the birds, he
sees no pleasures. everything IS
gloom, endless gloom, and like Ham
let hesoliloquizes::
20 that this too, too solid flesh would
melt,
ThaW and resolve itself into dew!ii
Or that the, Everlasting had not fixed.
His cannon 'gainst self-slaughter!
Oh God, oh God!
How weary, stale, fiat and Improbable
Seem to me all the uses of this
world, N w,
There is no method in his mad
ness. and again he soliloquizes:
lHamlet's soliloquy has realness to
the opium taker 4 hope the reader
will pardon me for quoting as much
as / shall, for fear that he may have
forgotten some Of 1T; and the ap
proPos of the occasion will make
him overlook it, forI cannot express
what the great poet has with any
thing like as much force
Not to be that's the question.
He is in no condition, physically
nor mentally:
ITO take arms against sea OF tronb-
les, III
And by opposing end them? I.
Not waiting, often:
When we have shuftied off this NOR
tai coil
Must give us pauseh
Insanely reck lessly Il:
when he himself might toquietus
5s make
With barred bodkin. i
Often he risks
sThat undiscovered country from
swhose bourne
No traveller returns
He cannot:
.:.And makes us rather bear those ills
we have
Than fly to Others we know not Of. y
He the young and Who cherished
Noble longings in the strife
BY the road side fell and persisted
Weary with the march of life.
IN CONCLUSION D
Fathers, Mothers, Friends! let me
tell you all: There Is hope for each
and every one Of these poor unfortu-
nate sufferers, who were one day. no
doubt, great like yourself, as good as
YOU are. MANY of them have been