The Newtown bee., 1897-02-05

indirect cost of liquor,--the criminals which drink puts into our jails, the pau pers it crowds into our aims houses, the insane it confines in our retreats, the wrecks it is responsible for on our rail- roads, the able-bodied men it takes out of productive industries,- s,-you must make the sum spent on liquor s9OO, ,OOO, 900 more.
 DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS SUM
 would do! This sum would pay the Ma tion's debt in one year. It would pep- sion every voter in the United States at $l5 per month. It would give every family in the United States good home worth $1,0o0 in five years. Strong drink is the cause of the hard times. If the gin-mills were done away with, there would be no hard times anywhere un- der heaven. Stop this enormous waste, stop this drain upon the Nations life, and, without another stroke of produc. tive labor more than that now exercised, we should flourish in luxury.
 Strong drink is the cause of the hard times. There is splendid explanation Of this in the prophecy of Haggai, a book that we seldom read: "Ye have sown much and bring in little; ye eat. but ye have not enough and he that earn. eth wages, earneth wages to put it into bag with holes." The rum shop is the "bag with holes." The drinking work. | ingman must be deluded man. On why will the laboring man take the money, that comes so hard, that is the very sweat of his brow, and, taking il away from his child who is begging fol bread, from his wife who is pinchine herself with the most torturing economy put it into "bag with holes ?'' never see & workman enter saloon but fee pity for him. He has hard time of il 1 at the best, God knows; but how much harder time he is making for himself He is making it impossible that he shal ever have competence, ever have tht requisite little
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 He is causing that all his life long ht shall be slave to abject poverty anG grinding toll. He is making the liquor seller rich out of his own dire want.
 Some time ago, in broad daylight, . man flung himself from the central spar of the Brooklyn Bridge into the Eas River. He sought notoriety, he found death. His act startled the community They thought upon his deed, and proba bly, the universal epitaph for him was 'sDied as the fool dieth.'' That, my friends, was the tragedy of an instant but how many slow tragedies are going on around us, even under our very eyes Men are taking poison into thier bodies as it is dealt out to them in the glasl that foams and sparkles. They do nol die in an instant; they die by inches Oh, the awful tragedies of drinkl I ses misery and sin enough around me; ant the worlds misery I see! Have you ever thought how this world must lool to Godi He sees the whole world every l hour in it's inmost life. He sees the fear. ful temptations of men. He sees every. where the awful wrecks of body and oi mind. He sees the cohorts of Satan and the devilish work they do. He sees the multitudinous saloons of our great cities, and how they help men on in the broad way that leads to death.
 I WISH THAT THESE SALOONS WOULD Bl A LITTLE TRUTHFUL.
 wish that instead of writing over ths doors untruthful signs telling of ths delights which they do not have, they would tell something of the real worl that goes on inside. Then the languag, would be somewhat thus: ssfIe tha entereth here Is not wise. Rich mel here made poor, thrifty men idle, hones men deceptive and worthless, sound mer