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1t cannot be too constantly reiterated in
the ears of the youth of our country, that
for the drunkard there is no hope-no
hope! The man who disregards the warn
ings of experience, and dares to tread the
path that leads to utter establishment in
life, and to eternal death in the other world,
is surely insane--the victim Of a fearful
madness. With desperate strides, and fiery
brain, and mouth brimfull Of curses, the in
ebriate tends rapidly to fearful doom.
And still, though conscious that he sips a
deadly poison, quaffs desperately the cup Of
unutterable woe. There is no excuse for
the young who WOO ruin against the ever
present suggestions of common sense For
one to excuse himself on the score of
temptation is to make confession of mis-
cradle and unworthy weakness. Who is it
that putteth poison to the lips Of his
friend 1t cannot be friend; for to do
that would be the basest betrayal of friend
ship. To take an enemy to ones bosom is
repugnant to the sense Of the meanest indi-
vidual And yet how many there are who,
without an effort to save themselves, yield
to the invitation to become drunkard. A
fond mother is on her bended knees before
God in the loneliness of midnight, praying
with all the eloqent pleadings Of wrung
heart for the infant who slept upon her
breast--the fair haired, sunny-browed boy
Of her pride-the man who, having cast of
the entreaties of love, has become beastly
reveller, an associate of abandoned guilt
and still she prays, when all others have
ceased to counsel, (well knowing that the
stamp of desolation is on the brow of the
victim and vainly prays and pleads, even,
as that darkness, more solemn than nights
gathering, settles down for ever over him,
who, had he resisted the tempter, would
have been solace and comfort to her de-
clining years


Are you gentleman Has your family
proud name among meni The character
istics of honor will desert you when you
seek the haunts Of dissipation; nor yet will
family connection get you respect, when
you have forfeited it by an act of self-abase-
ment which tobs you of intellect and COW
ers you with Nlth. Have you wife and
children whom you lover Think, reflect,
that your strength will depart from you,
and your goods be made the spoils of rob
bers-the cheek of her whom you swore to
protect will pale with watching, sorrow and
hunger; your children become worse than
orphans weary, sick and starving
beggars! And, at last, with disorganized
brain, and rotten heart, and fetid breath,
and head heaped with the curses Of all hon
orable men, you sink to dishonorable
grave.