The weekly intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1891-1901, 1899-05-06


less as the grain of the field be might
turn this world into a seeming panae-
monium-
The fend Of the dairy saw the COWS
coming home from the pasture field.
full uddered. and as the maid MIXED
he said: I'm soon spoil all that mes;
I'll add TO 1t brandy, sugar and nut
meg, and III stir II into a milk punch.
and children will drink il, and some Of
the temperance people will drink il, and
Il / can do them no more harm III give
them a headache, and then I'll hand
them over u the more vigorous tends
Of the satanic delegation" And then
the 6end Of the dairy leaped upon the
shelf and danced until the long row Of
shining milkPsns almost quaked.
The hend Of the music entered a
grogshop and there were but few GUS
toners. Finding few customers, he
swept the circuit Of the city. and be
gathered up the musical instruments
and after nightfan he mArShaled a
band, and the trombones blew and the
eymbals elapped and the drums beat
and the bagles called and the people
crowded in, and they swung around in
merry dance, each one with 4 ~winegisss
in his hand, aud the dance became
wilder and stronger and roagher, until
the room shook and the glasses cracked
and the floor broke and the crowd
dropped into hell.
Then the four 6ends-the fend Of the
vineyard and of the grainfeld and OF
the dairy and Of the music hall-went
back to their home. and they held high
carnival because their work had been
30 well done, and Satan rose from his
throne and announced that there was
no danger Of the earth's redemption 50
long as these four hends could pay such
tax TO the disbolie. And then all the
demons and all the sprites and all the
fends filed their glasses and clicked
them and cried: let US drink-drink
to the everlasting prosperity of the
liquor traffic! Here's 10 woe and dark
ness and murder and DEATH DrinkI
Drink"
oh, my young friends. I want TO tell
you that there Is q point in inebriation
beyond which II . man 20 he cannot
stop! But sometimes q man will be
more frank than that. A victim Of
strong drink said TO a reformer: 1T is
impossible for me TO stop. Irealize It.
But If you should tell me l couldn't have
. drink until tomorrow night unless /
had al my fingers cut OF. | would saw:
Bring the Ratchet and cut them or"
/ had q very dear friend in Philadelphia
whose nephew came 70 him and was
talking about his trouble and confessed
IT. He confessed he could not stop. Nv
friend said: You must stop" He said:
i can't stop. II there stood q cannon
and II was loaded. aud there was q
glass Of wine on the mouth OF the an
non, and knew you would fire It OF
II / approached, / would start TO get
that glass of wine. ] must have Il. l
can't get rid Of this habit. / can't get
away from it." Oh, Il is awful for a
man to wake up and feel that he Is a
eAptivel ] hear him soliloquizing. say
ing; II might have stopped three
months ago. but can't stop now. Dead,
but not buried; l am a walking corpse.
! am an appa1tion Of what I once was.
/ am q Gagged immortal and my soul
beats against the wires OF my cage on
this side and beats against the wires OF
my cage on the other side until there
Ia blood on the wires and blood on the
soul, but | can't get out. Destroyed
without remedy"
Again, the man suffers from the loss
OF usefulness. Do you know some Of the
men who have fallen into the ditch were
once in the front rank In churches and
In the front rank in reformstory insti-
buttons? Do you know they once knelt
at the family altar and once carried
the chalice Of the holy communion on
sacramento days? Do you know they
c stood In the pulpit and preached
the Gospel Of the Son Of God? We will
not forget the scene witnessed some
years ago in my Brooklyn church when
q man rose in the midst Of the audi
ence, stepped into the aisle and walked
up and down Everybody saw that he
was intoxicated. The ushers led him
out, and his poor wife took his hat and
o~vercoat and followed him to the door.
Who was he? He had once been q
mighty minister of the Gospel Of Jesus
Christ in = sister denomination, had
often preached in this very city. What
slsw him? Strong drink Oh, what
must be the feeling of q man who has
destroyed his capacity for usefulnessi
Do not be angry with that man. Do not
lose your patience with him. Do not
wonder il he says strange things and
gets irritated easily in the family. He
has the Pyrsnees and the Andes aud
the Alps on him. Do not try to per-
saade him that there is no future pun
iShment. Do not go into any argument
10 prove to him that there is no hell. He
knows there is. He is there now!
But he suffers also In the loss Of phys
ical health. The older people in this au-
dience can remember DIR. Sewell going
through this country electrifying great
audiences by demonstrating to them
the effect of strong drink upon the hui
man stomach. / am told he had eight
or ten diagrams which he presented to
the people, showing the different stages
in the progress Of the disease, and / am
told tens Of thousands Of people turned
back from that ulcerous sketch and
swore eternal abstinence from all intox-
icants. God only knows what the
drunkard suffers. Pain files on every
nerve and travels every muscle and
gnaws on every bone and stings with
every poison and pulls with every tor
ture. What reptiles crawl over his shIy-
ering limbs! What specters stand by
hismidnight pillowsl What groans tear
the airl Talk of the rack, talk Of the
funeral pyre, talk of the Juggernaut-
he suffers all at once.
See the attendants stand back from
that ward in the hospital where the in
ebriates are dying. They cannot stand
It. The keepers come through II and
say: Hush up, nowI Stop making this
noise! Be still You are disturbing all
the other patients. Keep still now!"
Then the keepers pass on, and after
they get past then the poor creatures
wiring their hands and say: 20 Goal
Help, helPi Give me rum, give me
rum! o God! o Godl" And they
shrek and they blaspheme and they CRY
for help and then they ask the keepers
TO STAY them, saying: "Stab me, stran-
gle me, smother me! o Godi Help,