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ask such professor of religion to GO to his
store in the morning, deal out throughout the
day to his numerous customers, the intoxi-
eating draught, and on the approach of eve
ming, select one of those misguided men,
who has, perhaps, expended his last shilling
with him, for his favorite beverage, follow
him to his home-view there his want, the
misery, and the degradation, which is dis
played, listen, if he can, without shudder
to the heart-rending cries of helpless infancy,
asking their cruel father for bread, he has not
to give them; and then turn deaf ear if he
dare, to the supplications of the wife and
mother; when with the soul-stirring eloquence
of despair, she entreats him by all that is
holy in religion, never again to present to
her husband the intoxicating bowl. Go,
ask him, from that scence of wretchedness
and misery; go to his own hall OF luxury,
to his own comfortable freside, call around
the family altar the wife of his bosom, the
children of his affection, and on bended
knees, ask the God of mercy, Of love, and
of justice, to bless the labors Of the day !
Christian! cans't thou do SO No, my life
upon it, if thou art true and worthy disci-
pie Of the meek and lowly Jesus, these holy
words would falter on thy tongue. Leave,
then, thy unholy trade to him who has no
God to worship, no soul to save, leave it,
and on thy death-bed, when scenes of past
existence are conjured up, memory will
cling to it, as one Of the noblest sacrifices of
thy life.