Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1899-05-06

his capacity for usefulness Do not be
angry with that man. Do not lose your
patience with him. Do not wonder if lie
says strange things and gets irritated
easily in the family. He has the Pyre-
nees and the Andes and the Alps on him.
Do not try to persuade him that there
is no future punishment. Do not go in
to any argument to prove to him that
there is no hell He knows there is. He
is there nowl
Horrors of .AIcoh olism.
But he suffers also in the loss of phys
ical health The older people in this au-
dience can remember DR.. 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 ulcerons sketch and
swore eternal abstinence from all intox-
icGnts. 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 shiv-
ering limbs What specters stand by
his midnight pillows What groans tear
the air. Talk of the rack, talk of the
funeral pyre. talk of the Juggernaut-
he suffers them all at once.
See the attendants stand back from
that ward in the hospital where the in
ebriates are dying. They cannot p I'D
it. The keepers come through il
say: "Hush mp, now! Stop making thl-
noisc 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 80 God
Help, help Give me rum, give me
ruml O Godl Help Take the devils off
of mel o God o God" 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 Godl Help,
helpl Rum Give me ruml 0 Godl
Help" They tear out their hair by the
handful, and they bite their nails into
the quick This is no fancy picture. 1t
is transporting in hospital at this mo-
ment. 1t went on last night while you
slept, and, more than that, that is the
death some of you will die unless You
stop. I see it coming. God help you to
stop before You go SO far that you can
not stop.
Despoiler of Homes.
But it plaques man also In the loss
of home. l do not care how much he
loves his wife and children, if this habit
gets tie mastery over him he will do
the most outrageous things If need be,
in order to get strong drink he would
sell them all into everlasting captivity.
There are hundreds and thousands Of
homes that have been utterly blasted
of it, ain speaking Of no abstraction.
Is there anything SO disastrous to a
man for this life and for the life to
come? Do you tell me that a man can
be happy when he knows lie is breaking
his wife's heart and clothing his chill
dren with rags? There are little chill
dren in the streets today, barefooted,
unkempt, uncombed, want written on
every patch of their faded dress and on
every wrinkle of their prematurely old
countenance, who would have been in
the house of God this morning as we'll
clad as you had it net been that strong
drink drove their parents down into
penury and then down into the grave.
Oh, rum, rum, thou despoiler of homes,
thou foe of God. thou recruiting officer
of the pit, hate thee
But my subject takes deeper tone
when it tells you that the inebriate suf-
fers the loss of the soul. The Bible in
Inmates that if we go into the future
world unforgiven the appetites and pas
sions which were regnant here will tor
ment us there. I suppose when the inc
briate wakes mp in the lost world there
will be an infinite thirst clawing upon
him. In this world he could get strong
drink. However poor he was in this
world, he could beg or he could steal 5
cents to get a drink that would for a
little while Stake his thirst, but in eter-
nifty where will the rum come from ?
Dives wanted one drop of water, but
could not get it. Where will the inebri-
ate get the draft he so much requires,
so much demands? No one to brew it.
No one to mix it. No one to pour it.
No one to fetch it, Millions Of worlds
now for the dregs that were thrown on
the sawdusted floor of the restaurant.
Millions Of worlds now for the rind
fang ont from the punch bowl of an
earthly banquet. Dives called for water.
The inebriate calls for ruin.
Look Not Upon the Wine.
: If fiend from the lest world should
come up OF mission to grogshop
and, having finished the mission in the
grogshop, should come back, taking on
the tip of his wing one drop of alcoholic
beverage, what excitement it would
make all through the world of the lost,
and, if that one drop of alcoholic bever
age should drop from the wing of the
fiend upon the tongue of the inebriate,
how he would spring up and cry;
"That's It'll That's it! Rum! Rum
That's it, And all the caverns of the
lost would echo with the cry: "Give it
to me RUM RUM" All, my friends,
the inebriate's SORROW in the next world
will not be the absence of God or holi-
ness or light; it will be the absence OF
rum. Look not upon the wine when
it is red, when it moveth itself Alright
in the cup, for at the last it biteth like
a serpent, and it stingeth like an adj
der
When / see this plague in the land,
and when I see this destroying ange
sweeping across our great cities, an
sometimes indignant and sometimes hui
inflated. When man asks me, "Wha1
are you in favor of for the subjugatior
of this evil?' answer, 81 am ready
for anything that is reasonable. YOU
ask me, care you in favor of Sons Of
Temperance 2" Yes. care you in favor