Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1895-03-20
LIKE A BRUTE HE GRovELs.

LIKE A BRUTE HE GRovELs.
No man is so thoroughly demoralized
in every part as the drunkard. The
ruin worked pertains to the whole mar.
His body goes down under the power
of the poison. Every vital force is les.
sened. The physiological effects of
drinking are now narrated to the chill
dren of our public schools. No man
need be ignorant of the physical results
of inebriety. He presents a wreck ap
palling in its consequences, See him
stagger through the streets. His dis
tinguishing mark as man is lost
namely, his uprightness. Like a brute
he grovels through the street. His
brain becomes incapable of keen action,
and his mind loses its discernment. No
wonder medical authorities declare in
ebriety to be a species of insanity. 1t
effects his emotional ruin. The time
comes when the most powerful stimu'
lants fail to produce the effect sought.
He who was happy becomes sad. He
who in every expression was kindly
and affectionate loses every sense of
honor and pride, and tempests of wrath
sweep from the domestic hearth every
vestige of beauty. Covenants are vio-
lated without a pang of remorse, and
every emotion is adverse to purity and
righteousness.
Its effects a volitional ruin. He who
one time could accept and refuse at
will is dashed by appetite into slavish
obedience and goes to the slime pit. He
is powerless to pass by. Eighty thousand
men are on the death march tonight
and before q year shall have passed
will be in a drunkard's eternity. This
awful destruction of life goes on, aided
and abetted by men who lust for gold,
not alone those engaged in dealing out
the cup of scorpions, but as well all
who seek its establishment as an insti-
tution.-Rev. A. z. Conrad.
III ENGINE WENT ON.
l once had a curious and instruc-
tive conversation with an engineer
who had charge of large stationary en-
CINE. 1t was q beautiful engine and
worked as true as steel could work.
The man surprised me by telling it had
been at work ninety years, land do
you know" he added, 'it has had eight
masters. l am the eighth who has had
the care of it. The others are all either
dead or worn out, and yet it goes on as
if it were as young as ever. Very
strange, sir, isn't it, that an engine
should live SO much longer than a man
and it is not hard work for us either,
or exposed work, for the room is always
warm and comfortable, and the place
is of course clean and Light"
"What did the men die from" l ask
ed.
"Well, three or four, l am afraid,
died Of drink, another of bad temper,
another of worry and so on, but the en-
CINE went on all the same" The fate of
the engine, its long life and continued
industry puzzled the man. He often in
his lonely hours thought of it and won
dered how many men would follow
him before the engine began to break
down. 1t did not puzzle me. That en-
CINE worked a great many hours a day
truly, but it was equable in its work
it never ran loose; it was true in its vo-
cation; it was bright as a new pin,
clean in every point: it was served with
best but simplest fuel food; it had its
furnace tubes clear; it was saved from
friction by having its parts properly
oiled and it drank nothing but water,
So it lived on through nearly three gen.
erations, with a good chance of living
through three more. 1t was allowed,
in fact to make the most of its physi-
cal life.
Its masters did not make the most of
their lives. They might have been
somewhat industrious, but they were
not so orderly, SO true, 80 steady, SO
clean as they made the engine. They
had not learned SO well how to find the
best food and drink for their own labor
as had been found for the engine. They
did not make the most of their lives,
and therefore they stopped, but the en-.
CINE went, still merrily, on its way
Sir B. w. Richardson in Longman's
Magazine.
CIGARETTE DEATH.
Boys who indulge in the very filthy
and unmanly habit of cigarette smok.
mo ahould draw n lascon from, n pooL