Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1897-05-24

do not believe that it will be the absence
of God that will make the drunkard's
sorrow. I do not believe it will be the
absence of light. / do not believe that
it Will be the absence of holiness. /
think it will be the absence of rum.
Oh, ''Look not upon the wine when it
is red, when it moveth itself Alright in
the cup, for at the last it biteth like
serpent, and it stingeth like an adder.
The Help of Gods erase.
While I declared some time ago that
there was point beyond which a man
could not stop, I 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. was
IN a room in New York where there
were many men who had been reclaimed
from drunkenness. I heard their testi-
mony, and for the first time in my life
there flashed out a truth never under
stood. They said: ''We 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. I believe that the
time will soon come when the grace of
save mans soul, but his body and re-
construct purify, elevate and redeem it.
I verify believe that although you
feel graphing at the roots of your
tongues an almost omnipotent thirst, if
you will give your heart to God, he will
help you by his grace to conquer. Try
it. It is your last chance. / have look
ed oft upon the desolation. Sitting next
to you in our religious assemblages
there are a good many people in awful
peril, and judging from ordinary cir
cumstances there is not one chance in five
thousand that they will get clear of it.
There are men in every congregation
from Sabbath to Sabbath of whom
must make the remark that if they do
not change their course within ten
years they will, as to their bodies, lie
down in drunkards' graves, and as to
their souls, lie down in drunkard's
perdition. l know that is an awful
thing to say, but cannot help saying
it.
Darkness Forever.
Oh, beware! You have not yet been
captured. Beware! Whether the bever-
age be poured in golden chalice or pew
ter mug, in the foam at the top, in
white letters, let there be spelled out to
your soul, "BewareP' When the books
of Judgment are open, and $1,000, 900
drunkards come up to get their doom,
want you to bear witness that I, in the
fear of God and in the love for your
soul, told you, with all affection and
with all kindness, to beware of that
which has already exerted its influence
upon your family, blowing out some of
it's ights-a premonition of the black
ness of darkness forever.
Oh, if you could only hear intemper-
ance with drunkards' bones drumming
on the head of the liquor cask the dead |
march of immortal souls, methinks the |
very glance of a wine cup would make |
you shudder, and the color of the liquor
would make you think of the blood of |
the soul, and the foam on the top of the |
cup would remind you of the froth on
the maniac's lip, and you would kneel
down and pray God that, rather than
your children should become captives of
this evil habit, you would like to carry
Them out some bright spring day to the
cemetery and put them away to the last
sleep, until at the call of the south
wind the flowers would come up all
over the grave-sweet prophecies of the
God has a balm for such
4 wound, but what flower of comfort
ever grew on drunkard's sepulcher?