The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1895-08-17

his feet and CRY, "That is rum, aha.
That is rum!' And it would wake up the
echoes of the damned-"Give me rum! tive
me rum! Give me rum In the future
world 1 do not believe that it will be the ah-
sence Of God that will make the drunkari
sorrow do not believe that 1t will be the
absence of light. 7 do no: believe that 1t
will be the absence of holiness. think 1t
will be the absence of rum. Oh; "looS not
upon the wine when it Is red, when 1t NOV
eth itself Alright in the cup, for at the last 1t
biteth like serpent, and it stingeth Ike an
adder"
It Is about time that we have another wo-
mans crusade like that which swept through
Ohio ten or twelve years ago. With prayer
and song the women went into the groS--
geries. and whole neighborhoods. towns and
cities were redeemed by their Christian
heroics. Thirty women cleared out the rum
traffic from a village Of one thousan lnhab-
itants. If thirty women, surcharsed OF the
Holy Ghost, could repovate town OF q;
thousand, three thousand consecrated wo-
men, resolved to give themselves no peace
until this crime was r1tirpat"d from tins CITY,
could in six months clear out threo-!ourths or
the grog-shops of Brooklyn. Ii there be three
thousand women now in this city who VIII put
their hands and their hearts TO the WORK:
will take the contract for driving out Ill
these moral nuisances from the city-at any
rate, three-fourths of fthem-in three months.
II, when that host Of three thousand con-
secratei women is marshae1. there be no
enc to lea;l them. then, as minister OF inc
Most High God. I will offer to tako my
position at the front of ths host, and l viii
cry to them, "Como on, ye women OF Cofist,
with your songs aud your prayers! Some
OF You take the eneuy's right wing and some
the left wine. Forward! The Lord OF HOSTS
is with US; the God Of Jacob Is our refuge!
Down with the dram shops"
But not waiting for those mouths OF hell
ITO close, let me advise the working and the
business classes, and all classes. to stop strong
drink. While I declared some time ago that
there was point beyond which a man could
not stop, want to tell you that while man
cannot stop In his own strength, the Lord
God By His grace can help him to stop at
any time. I was In q room in New York
where there were many men who had been
reclaimed from drunkenness. I heard
their testimony. and for the first time
in my life there flashed out a truth
I never understood. They said, I'VE
were victims of strong drink. We tried to
give it up, but always failed; but somehow
since we gave our hearts to Christ, He has
taken care Of u.s." believe that the time
will soon come when the grace Of God will
show its power not only to save mans soul,
but bis body, and reconstruct, purify, elevate
and redeem It.
I verify believe that, although you feel
graphing ut the roots OF your tongues an
almost omnipotent thirst, II you will give
your heart to God, He will help you by His
grace to conquer. Try it. It Is your last
chance.
have looked off upon tho desolation.
=, lir,io a ras
a good mauy people in awful peril; and,
Judging from ordinary circumstances, there
is not one chance In 1--WE thousand that they
will get clear OF 1t. There are men in my
congregation from Sabbath to Sabbath OF
whom must make tho remark, that ii they
do not change their course. within ten years
they WILL as 20 their bodies, lie down IN
drunkards' graves: and as to their souls, lie
down in druukard's perdition. [ know
that is an awful thing to say, out cannot
help sayingit.
Oh, beware! You have not yet been cap
tured. Bewarel Whether tho beverage be
poured in golden chalce or pewter mug, in
the foam at the top, in white letters, let there
be spelled out to your soul, "Beware!'
When tbs books Of Judgment are open, and
ten million drunkards come up to get their
doom, want you to bear witness that L,
this morning. in the fear OF God and IN the
love for your soul. told you, with all affee-
ton and with all kindness. to beware OF that
which has already exerted its influence upon
your family. blowing out some of its lights
a premonition Of the blackness OF darkness
forever.
Oh, if you could only hear this morning
Intemperauce with drunkards' bones drum
ming on the head OF the ltquor-cask the
Dead March OF i'm Mortal souls. methinks the
eery glance OF a wlne-cup would make you
shudder, aud the color OF thu liquor, would
make YOU thiok cl tho bloc OF the soul,
nulthe foam on the top Of the cup would re-
mini you of tho froth on tue maniac's mp;
an you would 90 houie from this service ana
kneel down and pray God that, rather than
your children should become cap
lives of this evil habit. you would IKE to
carry them out some bright spring day to
the cemetery, and put them away to the last
sleep, until at ths cali of the south wind the
flowers would come up all over the grave;
sweet prophecies OF the resurrection! God
has a balm for such wound; but what
flower of comfort ever grew on the blasted
heath of drunkard's sepulchre2