The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1894-08-09
TEMPERANCE NOTES.
A FEROC.Ouo MONSTER.
An DER True Tale of the Awful Appetite
for Drink.


An Der True Tale of the Awful Appetite
for Drink.
l remember a tract-a temperance
tract, ! suppose it would be called
with this fearful title: Don't I'm
chain the Tiger" And suppose the
Tiger n'eant the fearful appetite, which,
once aroused, is fierce beyond all re-
slstancc. Men say: 80! can stop at
any time. 1t is perfectly easy to give
it up. I'm not slave"
But in fact, they ne0er do And now
and then, one will confess to being
aware of this, sensible of the bondage,
and yet perhaps powerless to resist it.
We remember a case, a case that oc-
Cured long ago; probabl all con-
cerned have done with the world and
its cares, its hopes and its fears
Two or three friends met to consid-
er. Mr.. ~. their friend, was genial and
pleasant,a good friend "a good neighbor,
useful man. But this baleful habit
had begun to lay its hold upon him; he
was hospitable, kindly, social, but he
was in danger. In danger perhaps
more than even these friends were
aware of. They could not see how the
craving came upon him at night, when
no eye could see, and how by stealth,
as if he felt he was watched, he took
his composing draught.
The use of narcotics and stimulants
dulls the moral sense"
Habits are more easily formed than
boken.
These friends concluded that some
thing must be done, but each shrank
from the hard task and the plain
speaking that must come with the
warning. Finally one was persuaded
and undertook, not in formal inter
view, to see him alone. He took a fair
opportunity, and in a pleasant and
genial way began to approach the sub
ject.
After few minutes, Mr. X inter
rupted him.
"Stop a moment, and hear what
have to say. You mean well. You are
strong; / am not" and there was
despair in his voice. Then he poured
forth his soul; he told of the miseries
of drink, the disgraces, the horrors of
the bondage, the useless struggles, and
the miserable end. And yet, he added,
with despair in every line of his face,
and look of anguish in his eyes, II
CAN'T HELP IT.
While he was at work and among
men, the temptation was ever before
him. And alone and in seclusion, the
appetite attacked him with tenfold
force. The fault was in the beginning,
the penalty in the ending. And the
most fearful feature is the Inheritance.
Therefore leave off contention-5e-
fore 1t be meddled tcIth." Let there be
no beginning and then there may be
safety
man who knew the curse of the
Inheritance, but whose moral nature
was not yet quite deadened, and who
fought the good fight, against fearful
odds, was describing the conflict to his
good physician.
Said he: when the appetite comes
75iton me, dare not pass a place where
the bottles are shining and the odor
comes to my senses. l go around,
whole streets, to avoid it, And at
times | am desperate.
You can't understand it. Why, if
bottle or glass stood upon that table,
and was surrounded with knife blades
in every direction. so that it would cut
my hand to pieces, l should plunge
right in and seize it, even at the risk of
my life. You've no idea"
That's the tiger. Out of his way!-
National Temperance Advocate.