Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1897-05-29

but I can't now. I might have lived an
honorable life and died Christian
death, but there is no hope for me now.
There is no escape for me. Dead, but
not buried. I am walking corpse. I
am an apparition of what once was. l
am Il Gagged immortal beating against
the wires of my cage in this direction
beating against the cage until there is
blood on the wires and blood upon my
soul, yet not able to get out. Destroyed
without remedyP'
Tho Drunkard's Suffering.
90 OH and say that the disciple Of
rum suffers from the loss of health. The
older men may remember that some
years ago DR.. Sewell went through this
country and electrified the people by his
lectures, in which he showed the effects
of alcoholism on the human stomach
He had seven or eight diagrams by
which he showed the devastation OF
strong drink upon the physical system.
There were thousands of people who
turned back from that ulcerous sketch,
swearing eternal abstinence from every
thing that could intoxicate.
God only knows what the drunkard
suffers. Pain files On every nerve, and
travels every muscle, and gnaws every
bone, and burns with every flame, and
stings with every poison, and pulls at
him with every torture. What reptiles
crawl over his sleeping limbs. What
fiends stand by his midnight pillow.
What groans tear his ear. What hor-
rors shiver through his soul. Talk of the
rack, talk of the inquisition, talk OF the
funeral pyre, talk of tho crushing Jug
gcrnaut-he feels them all at once.
Have you ever been in the ward of the
hospital where these inebriates are
diving, tho stencil of their wounds
driving back the attendants, their voices
sounding through the night; The keep
er comes up and says: Hush, now be
still. Stop making all this noise" But
it is cffectual only for a moment, for as
soon as the keeper is gone they begin
again: 80 Godl O God! Helpl
Help! Drink! Give me drink! Help!
Take them off mel Take them off me!
O ciod!" And then they shrek, and
they rave, and they pluck out their hair
by handfuls ard bite their nails into
the quick, and then they groan, and
they Shrek. and they blaspheme, aud
they ask the keepers to kill them
Stab me! Smother me! Strangle me!
Take the devils off mer' Oh, it is no
fancy sketch. That thing is going on
now all up and down tho land, and
tell you further that this is going to be
the death that some Of you will die.
know it. sec it coming.
a Destroyer of the Home.
Again the inebriate suffers through
the loss Of home. I do not care how
much he loves his wife and children, If
this passion for strong drink has mas
tered him lie will do the most outra-
geous things, and if he could not get
drink in any other way he would sell
his family into eternal bondage. How
many Lcmes have been broken up IN
that way 10 one but God knows. Oh,
is there anything that will SO destroy
man for this life and damn him for the
life that is to come? Do not tell me that
a man can be happy when he knows
that he is breaking his wife's heart and
clothing his children with rags. Why,
there are Oh the roads and streets OF this
land today little children, barefooted,
unwashed and .unkempt, want on every
patch of their faded dress and on every
wrinkle of their prematurely old coun-
tenances, who would have been in
churches today and as well clad as you
arc but for the fact that rum destroyed
their parents and drove them into the
grave. On, rum, thou foe of God, thou
despoiler of homes, thou recruiting Off
Ger of the pit. hate thee.
But my subject takes deeper tone,
and that is that the unfortunate OF
whom speak suffers from the loss OF
the soul. The Bible intimates that in
the future world, if we are unforgiyen
here, our bad passions and appetites,
unrestrained, will go along with US and
make our torment there. SO that, sup
pose, when an inebriate wakes up in
that world he will feel an infinite thirst
consuming him. Now, down III this
world, although he may have been very
poor, he could beg or he could steal
cents with which to get that which
would Stake his thirst for little while,
but in eternity where is the rum to
come from?
Oh, the deep, exhausting, exasperat-
ing, everlasting thirst of the drunkard
in hell! Why, if tiend came up to
earth for some internal work in grog-
shop and should go back taking on its
wing just one drop of that for which
the inebriate in the lost world longs,
what excitement would it make there!
Put that one drop from off the fend's
wing on. the tip Of the tongue Of the de-