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Thus Would I Lead. Come, little love, let us go Where the full throat of the wool warbles on in its devious singing, Where the soft chime of the brook on the bells of the pebbles is ringing, Where the faint hum of the bee on the of a perfume is swinging, Higher and low. Come, little sweet, let us roam breeze Far to the shade of the oak that beckons with bows that are nodding, Where the fat, rollicking bee with the weight of his plunder is plodding, Where the woodpecker, so fierce with drumming delight of his prodding, Taps his brown home. Under the boughs of the green- Sweet with the fragrance of woods and murmur and rustle of’flowers, S the the Cool with zephyrs that played through the ancient Acadian bowers— There are the minutes found that are only the hearts of the hours, Throbbing unseen. Come, dainty one, at my need, Fain would I show you the way where the fern-leaf in shadow reposes, Where the bland buzz of the bee is hushed in the pause of his dozes, Where you can see the half-shy, half-petu lant face of wild roses— There I would lead. Thus would I take you through life; Giving you only, my love, the honey and roses and singing, Only the smoothest of paths where the scent of wild flowers is clinging, Nearer and nearer to peace, and ever your innocent bringing Further from strife. —D. M. Smith in Chicago News. THE BENDERS.' A PEDDLER'S ADVENTURE was in. the room, and she looked at me in a queer, strange way as I upset the arrangements she had perfected. Bender did not look into the room for two ox- three minutes, and then retired without speaking. A minute later he passed around the house and entered the kitchen by the back door. While I could not see him, I- heard him and the woman whispering together, and I caught the words as spoken by her: “ T tell you he did it himself!’ “I could not catch a word from and directly he went out and she in with the rest of the eatables, face was flushed and her manner him, came Her very A LOGGER’S LIEE. Perils and Privations of the Maine Lumbermen. How Logs are Driven From the Distant Wilds to the Lumber Mills. “I have been a pack peddler for more than twenty years,” said the old man, as he whiffed away at his pipe to get it alight, “and you may suppose I have met with some stirring adventures. I have travelled a great deal in Missouri, Kan sas, Nebraska, and Minnesota, and for weeks and months I have been on the alert, not only to preserve the contents of my pack, but to defend my life. My line of trade has been Yankee notions, with jewelry added. I have had with me at one time as much as $2,000 worth of gold and silver watches, ear rings, finger rings, &c. I have sat on a log beside a highway in Kansas and sold $400 worth of stock to three or four men, and I have disposed of $50 worth of ladies’ jewelry at a pioneer cabin which had neither floors nor partitions. “On two different occasions I ate din ner at the cabin of old Bender, the Kan sas fiend. On the first occasion the old man was away, and I saw only two wo men about the place. Six months later, when I called again, it was about 11 o’clock in the forenoon. Then Isaw old Bender for the first time. I have heard him described as a pleasant-faced old man whom no one would suspect, but I * 11 you the very first look at him put me on my guard. For the first time in a year I felt that my life was in danger. The same two slatternly women were about the house, and there was a young man whom I took to be old Bender’s son. This young man disappeared soon after I arrived, but whether he hid in the house or rode off across the prairie I never knew. Bender’s women purchased about $2 worth of notions, and the old man dickered with me for an hour over a gold watch. It seems he had but a small stock of cash, but he offered me personal property in exchange. He had three or four silver watches, all of which had been carried, two or three revolvers, nervous. She put on a plate of bread and a platter of meat, and then went out for the coffee. As she set the cup and saucer on the board, she partly up- set the cup and spilled half the contents on the table. “ ‘Excuse me—I’m sorry,’ she said, as I shoved back to keep the hot liquid from dripping on my legs. “ ‘Never mind—no harm done,’ I re plied. “ ‘It was so careless of me. You had better change your scat to the end while I sop it up.’ “ ‘Oh, don’t mind. I’m not hungry and shall eat but a few mouthfuls any way. I forgot to tell you that I pre ferred water to coffee.’ “ ‘But—you—you’ “ ‘I’m all right.’ She gave me one of the queerest looks I ever got, first flushing up and then turning pale. Spilling that coffee was a put-up job to get my back to the kitchen door. I suspected it then; a few months latex- I had plenty of horri ble proofs. Before the meal was finished old Bender looked in from the kitchen doox - and drew back, and when I shoved away and entered the office he was not there and did not show up for five min utes. When I went to dinner a double- barrelled shotgun stood in a corner of the office. 'When I came out it was gone. The old man came in after a while, and it was easy to see that he had to force himself to converse. I paid him for the meal and was ready to go. It was a lonely road, I had to travel, with no other house for miles, and it sudden ly struck me that the younger man had gone on to lie in ambush and shoot me in case I escaped assassination at the house. For a minute or two I quite lost my sand, and you can judge what a re lief it was to me to see a team drive up with three men in the vehicle and room for one more. They stopped to water the horses and chat a few moments, and readily gave me a lift on my way. I did not impart my suspicions to them, and it was not until the horrible stories came out that I felt sure in my mind what a close call I had' had. “Do I know what became of old Ben der and his family? You remember* that they fled the country, or that the paper, so reported, and for months we ysed to hear from one locality and another of the fugitives being seen ox- captured. I have reason to believe they never got out of the State, nor yet a hundred miles from that lone tavern on the prairies with its horrible cellar underneath and its graveyard in the rear. Bands of men were riding in this or that direction, A Bangor (Me.) letter to the New York World says: This city, once the greatest lumber market of the -world, though doing a much smaller business than in Penobscot’s palmy days, is still the home of expert loggers and drivers and the headquarters for the most ap proved kinds of lumbermen’s imple ments. Such is the fame of Bangor cant-dogs and axes aud battcaux that operators in the comparatively new log ging regions of the west aud far-off Pa cific slope send here for them. But it is the men of the Penobscot who arc prin cipally sought, not for cutting the logs, for almost anybody can swing an axe, but for the perilous work of driving the logs through rapid waters and over roar ing falls and swift rapids. Every spring, when the trees have been felled and when the warm sun has transformed frozen streams into rushing torrents, men from the Kennebec and Connecticut come to Bangor to hire crews who are clever with the axe and cant-dog, and who are not afraid to break a jam or sleep on the bare ground in a single blanket. They are especially anxious to get Bangor boys when they have a hard drive in prospect, for they know that the Penobscot red-shirters will pull them through if it is a possible thing. Not many people understand how logs are drxven from the wilds where they are cut so many miles to the great booms near the mills where they are sawn into lumber. It is a peculiar and a hazard ous work, and when a lot of drivers start away for the headwater with their pick- poles, cant-dogs and axes it is just as natural to expect some of them never will come back alive as it would be in case of a company of soldiers starting for a battlefield. After the loggers get through dumping the logs over into the frozen streams but a brief period ensues before the suows and ice melt and carry the big spruce sticks in great masses down stream aud create big jams, back ing the water up so that many of the logs are floated over submerged flats, to be left high and dry when the first de tachment of drivers break the jams and let the water loose. Then the drivers’ work begins. The grounded logs, in the upper country where horses cannot be used, must be carried to the streams by the men, and often it requires twenty strong drivers, wading knee deep in mud, to carry a single stick to the water. Care of the Hands. There are not nearly as many secrets in hand treatment as people imagine. A little ammonia.or borax in the water you wash your hands with, and that water just lukewarm, will keep the skin clean and soft. A little oatmeal mixed with the water will whiten the hands. Many people use glycerine on their hands when they go to bed, wearing gloves to keep the bedding clean; but glycerine does not agree with every one. It makes some skins harsh and red. These peo ple should rub their hands with dry oat meal and wear gloves in bed. The best preparation for the hands at night is white of egg with a grain of allum dis solved in it. Quacks have a fancy name for it; but all can make it and spread it over their hands, and the job is done. They also make the Roman toilet paste. It is merely white of egg, barley flour, and honey. They say it was used by the Romans in olden time. Anyway, it is a first-rate thing; but it is a sticky sort of stuff to use, and does not do the work any better than oat meal. The roughest and hardest hands can be made soft and white in a month’s time by doctoring them a little at bed time, and all the tools you need are a nail brush, a bottle of ammonia, a box of powdered borax, and a little fine white sand to rub the stains off, or a cut of lemon, which will do even better, for the acid of the lemon will clean any thing. DR. TALMAGE’S SERMON RUM Festive Scenes in Mexico. A correspondent of the New York Commercial says in a letter from the City of Mexico: A nice afternoon trip is out to the Paseo de la Viga. The journey is made by street car, and after a ride of from fifteen to thirty minutes, according to the way the mules feel (for no oneever hurries in Mexico but Americans, and the mules are in accord with national cus toms), you reach the canal; it is about thirty yards wide, and goes out toward the lakes in irregular tangent reaches, with a curve here and there. When the day is one celebrated by custom at this place, the scene is lively. There arc nu merous little tables, where old peasant women are selling pink lemonade, chia, an infusion of tart, pulpy and with little brown seed, and orchata, a yellow bever age made of muskmelon seeds ground to flour. The tables are decorated with crimson poppies, parti-colored peas, and long gray Spanish sweet moss. The farmers whose meadows thus 1 have a sealskin cobt,” Now t betwe&i such' h fool as that and pauperism there is only THE WORST ENEMY OF THE WORKING CLASSES. Text: “He that earneth wages earneth wages to put it in a bag with holos.” Hag* gai, i.,5: In Persia, during the reign of Darius Hystaspes-, the people did not prosper. They made money but they could not keep it. They were like a man who has a sack which he puts money into, notknowing that the sack has been torn or worm-eaten, or is in some way incapacitated to hold valuables. As he puts the coin in one end of the sack it drops out of the other. They earned wages but they lost them, or, as the prophet puts it: “He that earneth wages earneth wages to put it in a bag with holes.” What has become of the billions aud billions of dol lars paid as wages to the working classes of this country? Many of the moneys have gone foi- the purchase of wardrobes, for the purchase of homesteads, for the support of families, for the education of children, fox* the meeting of the necessities of life, for pro viding comfort for time of old age, and rightly spent, Chrhtianly spent. What has become of the other billions and billions of the wages paid to the working classes of this country? Many of them foolishly wasted, wasted at gaming tables, wasted in intoxi cants, put into a bag with a hundred holes. Gather up the moneys that have been spent ! by the working classes of this country during the last thirty years for rum and tobacco, and I will build for the workingmen, every workingman, a house, surrounding it with a garden, clothing his sons in broadcloth and nis daughters in silks, standing at his front door a prancing span of bays or sorrels, aud insuring his life so that his place can be on? step. I was told about eight years ago, while riding with a clergyman in Iowa, that nearly all his congregation and the neighbor hood had been financially ruined by the fact that the farmers had put mortgages on then farms in order that they might send their families to the Philadelphia Centennial Ex hibition. “Why,” he said, “it was not con sidered respectable here not to go to the Phil adelphia Ceiitennial Exhibition.” Bother all went. Ah, my friends, if by some/hit of the capitalists, if by some new law of the government of the United States, twenty-five per cent., fifty per cent., 100 per cent, could be added to the wages of the working people, hundreds of thousands of them would be no better off. More money, more x-ura. More wages, more holes in the bag. Scores of people who might have been well off to-day, are in destitution be cause they chewed, or smoked, or drank, or lived beyond their means, while others on the same salary went on to a competency. I know a man now who is all the time com plaining of his poverty and crying out against rich. men,, yet he keeps two dogs, and he smokes and chews, and he is filled to the chin with whisky and beef. Micawber said to David Copperfield: “Cop perfield, my boy, one pound income, twenty shillings au I sixpence outgo. Result, misery. But Copperfield, my boy, one pound income, nineteen shillings and sixpence outgo. Re sult, happiness.” But oh, workingmen, you take youx- dram in the morning, and you take your dram at noon, aud you take your dram at night, and I will prom ise you and your children poverty forever. The vast majority of the children in the aimhouses of this country had for fathers drunken or lazy or improvident men. I do Hot know how it is with othex-s who try to help the poor, but nine out of ten people that I help are the wives or the children of drunk ards. Now, the times have got to change if there is to be any relief from these influences. We have got to live within our means, and we have got to be prudent. And here, let pie say, that I do not sympathize with skinflint I am pleading for Christian pru* A man now may have no means to kept up after his death. If in the city of Brooklyn the people have expended $17,000,- 000 in one year lor strong drink, and one- ! half of that money has been spent by the I denee. wage earning classes, then one-half the I save, but we are at the morning of a great wages of this city has gone for rum. I stand before the Christian church and before the day of national prosperity, and people are bent on vengeance, overhauled the party. and one of these I have been told two bosom pins, made of lumps gold, and three or four pairs of cuff buttons. We had nearly an exchange when he suddenly of pure va’uable effected decided to leave the matter open until after din ner. “Months afterward, when the discov eries of his crimes came out, I thought the matter over, and could remember just how nicely he played me. Without seeming to interrogate me for Infor.na tion, he asked how long a trip I had made, what success Thad met with, who I was, where I lived, and whom I knew in that locality. The old murderer was figuring up the chances of my being missed in case he put an end to me, and he had a curiosity to know beforehand what the harvest would be. While I told you that I did not like his looks, and that I had a creeping feeling in his presence, I had no idea of an attempt to murder by daylight and in the manner he was planning for. Iliad a trusty re volver and I had the courage to defend myself. Had I met him out on the prairie, or had we been jogging together along some lonely highway, I should have been prepare! to pull my pistol at his first movement. “Dinner was announced soon after 12 o’clock. I took my pack with me into the dining room, where I found the ta- ble set for one. in the house. There were three rooms The front room was a this on the best authority. As Bender had shown no mercy toward the unsus pecting travellers who were shot in the back from that kitchen door as they ate at his table; none was shown to him or his. They were wiped out and planted where their bones will never be turned up to the light of clay.”—New Sun. York general sitting room and office com bined. Bender - kept a sort of tavern, you know, and travellers had this front room. The next room back was the din ing room and family room combined. There was a bedroom leading off. On the walls of this family room we're a few old-fashioned prints in old-fashioned frames, a shelf on which stood a clock, and a few scant evidences of women’s presence. The back room was the kitchen. “I had my eyes wide open when I en tered that dining room, and the very first thing I noticed was that the table was set lengthwise of the room, and that my chair and plate had been so placed that my back would be toward the kitchen door, which was not over five ox- six feet away. Had it been at the other end my back would have been toward the office door. The first move I made was to turn the chair around to the side and sit down. I now faced the bedroom door, and had the other doors to my right and left, where there was no win dow behind me. The younger woman Making Kaleidoscopes. “How do we make kaleidoscopes? Come this way and I will show you.” The speaker was a thin-faced German manufacturer of kaleidoscopes, who was leading the way into a small shop. At a long work bench extending the entire length of the shop five girls sat at work. They were making kaleidoscopes that sell so readily at holiday time. “The first young woman,” said the manufacturer, “wraps the black paper about the system of glass.reflectors which produce the optical illusion. These strips of glass, when thus arranged and fast ened together, form the body of the kale idoscope. The next girl simply inserts the united reflectors into the pasteboard cover and then passes the octagonal pasteboard tube to her neighbor. Num. ber three adjusts the brass ring which se- cures the glass disks in the end. Be tween the disks, or plates, are placed th( scraps of colored glass, the beads and various trinkets which tumble about ai the kaleidscope is revolved, and wher reflected by the mirrors form thcmselvef into ever-shifting, fantastic forms. Tin other young women are armed witl hammers to break the colored glass into fragments. We obtain the colored glass from the waste scraps, purchased verj cheaply at stained glass manufactories. strewn ^ith logs often claim the .timber as a recompense for the obstruction it causes to their operations^ and at times they appear with shotgun; to prevent the drivers from carrying off the logs. But the boss driver orders his men to “bring that stuff down,” and the “stuff” gener al! comes. Several crews are employed on a drive of any considerable size, one at the head, or lower end, others along the line and one at the rear. There are many rocks, rapids and falls where the moving mass is likely to jam, and these places must be carefully watched to prevent a general “hanging up” of the logs. Sometimes one big stick, caught on a rock, will hold back hundreds of thousands of feet and then some daring fellow is ordered out with an ax to chop away the obstruc tion. Itis at the risk of his life. He must be quick, for at the last stroke of his ax the big log snaps assunder with a boom like that of a cannon and then there is a tremendous stampede of all the logs behind it. If the driver is lucky and agile he gets ashore all right, leaping from log to log, but one misstep or a little slowness is likely to percipitate him into the seething mass, and if it is ever found below, his body is mangled almost beyond recognition. Genera ly it is never found. As the drive pro gresses the men follow through the woods or along the rocky, uneven shores after it, the “wangangs,” or commissary departments of the different gangs, going on before. The driver works as long as it is light enough to see a log, and when the moon is bright they often go to work at 3 o’clock in the morning and continue until the last glim mer of twilight. Then they eat their plentiful but coarse evening meal and, wrapped in their blankets, lie down to sleep. While they sleep, which seems to them but.an hour, the “wangan” moves ahead five or six miles, and when they awake there is that distance to walk through the woods before breakfast. Children are running about with bunches of flowers, and old folks talking gossip. The beggars are doing a good business. Everything is nice and democratic. Gay parties arc riding up and down the canal in the little flat-bottomed square-nosed scows, poled along by an athlete barge man in the stern. Four or five peasants are rolling along the bank, full of pulque, and tipsily polite, saluting everybody, and occasionally embracing each other. Ilts Reason. A jury composed of elevon business men and an old fellow from aerdss the creek retired to the jury room. The foreman, when selected, remarked that he thought the prisoner ought to be sent to the penitentiary for five years. “That ain’t long enough,” said the old fellow. “Let’s put it on him fur ten.” “Oh, no, that won’t do.” “Wall, then,” stretching himself out on a bench, “I’m with yer.” “What, you going to hang the jury?” “That’s about it.” “My dear sir, we arc anxious to get back to our business.” “Then send him up for ten.” “But that would be a great injustice.” “Then squat an’ make yourselves com fortable.” “Have you any special reason why the prisoner should go up for tea years?” “Think I have.” “Will you please name it?” “Yes, fur it won’t take me long. He is my son-in-law an’ I have been suppor tin’ him ever since he was married.” He went up for ten years.—Arkansaw Traveler. American people to-day to delcare that the most persistent and overwhelming enemy of the working classes is intoxicating liquor. It is a worse enemy than monopolypt is a wor. o enemy than associated capital, it is the pest of the century, anel has boycotted and is boy cotting the body, mind and soul of American industry. It snatches away a large percent age of the wages of this country. It meets the laboring man and operative on his way to work in the morning, with baleful solici tations, and at the noon sped and in the eventide and on Saturday when the wages are paid it takes much of that which ought to go fox’ the support of the family and saeirfiees it to the saloon keeper. We ha ve now in these cities saloons that have what they call free lunch, and fox- Scents the laboring man may have his glass of intoxicating liquox- and one ox- two articles of food, and you wonder how the saloonist can afford that. I will tell you how he af fords it. The laborer does not stop with one glass or one cup. His thirst is kindled and he drinks on and drinks on and becomes a patron of that establishment, and drinks more and more until he goes into the grave, and his wife and children go to the poor- house. Within 300yards of old Sands Street Methodist Church, Brooklyn-that Gibraltar of Christianity, that fortress of Godliness and the truth decade after decade, that old historical church, in which John Summer- field thundered on righteousness, temperance and judgment to come—within 309 yards of old Sands Street Methodist church, there are to-day fifty-foux- drinking saloons and an application fox’ another. It has been estimated that if the groggeries and the rum shops of this country were put side by side they would make a solid block from New York to Chicago. The liquox- traflic is gathering up its forces and crying out: “For ward march! take possession of the ballot Box, take possession of the city halls, take possession of the Legislatures,take possession of the Congress of the United States.capture the whole law fox- intoxication.” Will you tell me what chance there is for the laboring classes of this country while this iniquity progresses m it does? "The rum traflic pours the vitriolic,damnable stuff down the throats of hundreds of thousands of the working class,and while a strike injures both employer and employe, I this day proclaim a universal strike against strong drink, which strike if kept up will release the working class and be the salvation of the nation. Any healthy man in America, if he will be industrious fox- twenty years and abstain from strong drink, and be saving, may be his own capitalist on a small scale. This country spends annually in strong drink one billion, five hundred mil lion and fifty thousand dollars. A large part of that money is expended by the laboring classes. In Great Britain there are expended annually one hundred million pounds, ox- five hundred million dollars. Oh, workingmen of America, whether you sit in this house to day, ox- whether these words shall in some other way come to you, I ask you to sit down and add up how much you have expended during- your lifetime fox- rum and tobacco, and then ask youx’ fellow workmen how much they have expended for rum and tobacco, and add it all up and realize that by co-operative associa tion you might have been your own capitalist, instead of answering the beck and whim of ofotherg. Anything that takes from the working classes of America their physical going to have means to save. There are men who now have not a dollar who might have been their own masters, independent of em ployers, independent of capitalists, and what I say, y u all know to be true. I know there are people who think it is mean to turn the gas down lower when they leave the parlor. I know there are people who are very much e nbarrassed if the doox* bell rings before the hall is lighted. I know there are people who feel apologetic when you find them ata plain table, plain food. Well, it is mean if it only be for piling up a miserly hoard; but if it be to give a better education to your children, if it be to give help to your wife when she is not strong, if it bo to keep your funeral day from being a horror beyond endurance because it is the annihilation of your home—that is grand, that is magnificent. It depends very much upon what you save for, whether it is mean ox- grand. Iknowyoung women in this city who are denying themselves all luxuries to educate brothers, or to give a younger sister musical advantages. What do you call that? Itis next to the angelic. Now, I wantto say to the workingmen of America, so far as I can reach the n, and I want to say at the same time the same things to all business men, men of all classes and occupations, the greatest foe of labor, the greatest foe of literature, the greatest foe of religion, the greatest foe of all classes of people, is strong drink, and I want this morning in the name of God to implore you to quit the use of it. I warn you t > take one square look at the suffering man who becomes the despoiler ox- the beer mug or the of the wine flask Mid understand that whisky bottle, vast multitude goal. Borne of . When a man comes from under th s influence tire running for that ire running for it! strength is a robbery. a man who Coffee. “It is a nice task to brown coffee just right,” said a New York coffee-roaster the other day. “Nearly everybody browns coffee too much. It comes out [ burned instead of browned, although it The kaleidoscopes retail at 75 cents each We can make six gross a day of the kind and about twenty gross of the five-cent kind; these finest kaleidoscopes an made in Providence, R. I., and sell a' $5 each. Carpet designers use them ; great deal.—New York Mail and Ex press. ‘•Hurrah!’’ “Hurrah!” This word is pure Slavon ian, and is commonly heard from th coast of Dalmatia to Behring’s Straits when any of the population within thesi limits are called on to give proof of coxxr ageand valor. The origin of the word belongs to the primitive idea that ever] man that dies heroically for his countrj goes straight to heaven, “Hu-raj” (G paradise); and so it is that in the shocl and ardor of battle the combatents utte that cry, as the Turks do that of “Al lah!” each animating himself, by th certainty of immediate reward, to forge earth and despise death. is greatly to the interest of the whole salers not to brown it too much on ac count of the loss of weight. When the berry is roasted until it becomes red, in stead of chestnut colored, as is custom ary, it preserves its maximum weight and aroma. One hundred pounds of berries roasted properly lose but fifteexx pounds in weight. As usually roasted they lose twenty pounds. If roasted long enough the berry glazes over and turns dark brown. It loses a fourth of its weight in the process.” “Why does the grocer overroast his coffee, then ?” was asked. “The trade demands it. The coffee that is made from over-burned berries is black, and the flavor is rank. The popu lar taste is educated to choose black cof fee, and would find the light-colored liquid made from the reddened berries rathex’ insipid at first, and would refuse to buy enough to learn to admire the rich flavor of the reddened berries,” The Cap that Cheers. Whether it is because of the present mania for everything English or not, it is hard to say, but without doubt the fashionable drink of the day here, as in England, is tea. It is said to be a more healthful drink than coffee, which, with Americans, has heretofore had the pref erence, as it is more refreshing, less heat ing, and very restorative, and, too, has the advantage of being so much more stimulates has not as much energy and phys ical endurance as a man who refuses to stimulate. My father told me how he be came a temperance man. He said: “I be came a temperance man when everybody drank, because of what I saw in the harvest field, where I found that though I was phys ically weaker than ot her m- n because of long sickness, I could endure more than my com rades in the harvest field; I could work harder a:d work longer, and bo less fatigued at night; they took stimulants, I took none.” A brick maker in England, having in his employ many men, investigated the subject, ano he gives as the result iff his investigation: “The beer drinker who made the fewest bricks made 659,000. The abstainer who made the fewest bricks made 746,000. The difference in behalf of the abstainer over the indulger, he feels bemeaned. I do not care how ruck le s he talks. He may say: “I don’t care.” He does care. He cannot look you in the eve without a rallying of his energies and force of resolution. The Philistines have bound him hand and foot and gouged his eyes out and shorn his locks, and he has already started to grind in the mill of a great horror'. Just as soon as a man, whether he bo a workingman, or, as wo call him, a busi ness man, gets under the influence of strong drink, he will try to persuade you first of all that he can stop at any time. He cannot. 1 will prove it. He loves himself, he loves his body, he loves his mind, he loves his soul. Ho knows his habits are ruining all th ise, yet he keeps right on. Why does he not slop ? He cannot stop. He loves his family; lie thinks the finest group in all the world is his wife and children; he knows that he is, that his son and his daughter are going out under the baleful influence of having had au inebriated father. Whs- does he not stop? He cannot. I had a frleu I who for fifteen or twenty years was going down under this precess. He was a generous soul. He had given thousands of dollars to Bible societies, tra t societies, missionary societies, and you could not make an appeal in behalf of charity but he liberally responded. . His ordinary mode with intimate friends was when applied to for help to say: “Put my name down on the subscription paper for what you think I ought to pay, and 1 will pay it.” Glorious soul. Not many like him. But strong drink put its grappling hooks upon him and he went on, on, down, down. .He said: “I can stop any time I want to, don’t be worried.” His pastor protested, and said: “Don’t you know you are ruining yourself, you are ruining your family, now, you stop.” He said: “Oh. I cckld stop any time if I wanted to.” After awhile he had delirium tremens. The doctor said to him: “Now, if you have another at tack of this kind the probability is you won’t get well.” “Why,” said he, “doctor, 1 can stop at any time; it is only a question of time. I can stop as easily as turn ng my hand over. ’ He had a secon I attack. His physician said: easily made. It is unquestionably the drink for brainworkers, and women who are exhausted with the laborious duties of social life find it a delightful stimulus, whereas coffee has the effect of making them feel dull and heavy. Tea is now sawed in the drawing-room during an afternoon or evening reception, and is certainly found grateful to those suffer- ng from the fatigue incident to warm, crowded rooms. At fashionable lunch eons, garden parties, and afternoon en tertainments of any kind whatever at a private house tea is the favorite and fash ionable beverage. — Chicago Herald. Photography in Ophthalmology. Messrs. W. T. Jackson and J. D. Wcb- ster have lately succeeded in obtaining willing io sell them all into eternal bondage. I hate thdt strong drink. Do not tell me a man can be hdpp'y when he knows that he is breaking his wife’s heart atid clothing his chil dren with rags. Ah! there are thousands of children to day on the streets of the city and on the roads of the country, unkempt, uncombed and uncared for. Want written on every patch of their garments and on every wrinkle of theix- prematurely old face. They would have been in the house of God and as well clad as any of you but for the fact that their fathers were drunkards. They went down and took theix- families with them, as they always do. There is not an assemblage in the United States to-day in which there are not women who are fighting the battle for bread alone. The man who promised fidelity, the man who was ordained as the head of the household is destroying himself and destroying all those dependent upon him Oh Rum, then foe of God, thou despoiler oi the human race, thou recruiting officer of hell, I hate thee. But the negle t takes a deeper tone when I tell you that it despoils—-this evil despoils the soul. The Bible indicates again and again that if our hearts be unchanged and we go into the other world Unregenerate, our evil appetites and passions go with us and there torment us. In this world the man could borrow ox- steal five cents to get that which slaked his thirst for a little while, but in eternity, where is the rum to conis from? Dives wanted a drop of water. The inebriate wants rum. Where shall it come from? Who will brew it? Who will mix it? Who will fetch it? Millions of worlds now for the dregs which the young man slung out on. the sawdusted floor of the restaurant. Mil lions of worlds now for the rind pitched out from the punch bowl of the earthly banquet. Dives wanted water. The inebriate wants rum. If a spirit from the lost world should . come up forsorae work in a grogshop and then go back, taking one drop on his infer nal wing, and that one drop on the fiend’s wing could be put on the tip of the tongue of the lost inebriate, howevex- small th" drop, if it only have the smack of alco holic liquor, that one drop on the inebriate’s tongue would make him cry: “Aha! aha! that is x-ura!” It would wake up all the echoes of the dammed, as they cry: “Give me rum! give me rum!" I do not think the sorrow of the inebriate in the next world will be the absence of God or the absence of light, or the absence of holiness; it will be the absence of rum. I say it to the working classes of America, aud I say it to all busi ness classes, to all these merchants, to all these men whether they toil fox’ a living with brain, or hand, or feet, you ought to quit your strong drink, have nothing to do with it. “Look not upon the wine when it is red, when it moveth itself aright in the cup, for at the last it biteth like a serpent, and it stingeth like an adder.” Oh, I think it is about time fox- another women's crusade, such as we had seven or eight years in Ohio, when thirty women went at and cleared all the gropshops out of a town of a thousand inhabitants— thirty women surcharged with the Holy Ghost, theix- only weapons prayer and song, and many a grogshop was closed as they came up, the owners saying: “Now, don’t come here and pray and sing, we’ll close up.” If thirty women surcharged with the Holy Ghost could clear out rum from a village of a thousand inhabitants, three thousand consecrated women of Brooklyn in the strength of Almighty God banding to gether and going forth, could in six months clear out at least three-fourths of the grog- shops. and if the three thousand should band together, and they had n? other leader, I, a minister of the most high God, would offer my services, and I would come out in front of" them aud would say: “Come on, come on with your prayers'‘and your songs and youx- Christian entreaties, come on' Some of you will take this .left wing of th? enemy, and others of you will take the right wing of the enemy. For ward! the Lord of Hosts is with us, the God of Jacob is our refuge. Down with the dramshops, down with the grogshops. (Ap plause.) Ah! my friends, rather than your applause, let it be your prayers to Almighty God that this beloved city,the pride of our resi dence, may have the awful curse of strong drink lifted. Nor. waiting fox’ those months of hell, the grogshops, to be closed, start you on y .Kir duty,for if I said a few moments ago tha"; there was a point beyond which if a man wont he could not stop, I have to tell you that the Lord God Almighty by His grace can help any man to stop. I was over in one of the meetings in New York where there was a large number of reformed drunk ards, and I had a revelation made to me there that T never before understood. The substance of the testimony of twenty or thirty people was this: “We were the vic tims of strong drink. We .tried to quit. We could not. Wemade failure. We belonged to all sorts of societies and we tried to get over the habit, but we always failed. But aftera while we found God and gave our “Now, you must If you have another attack like stop. — this I can’t be any help to you, nor can any doctor. You must stop.” “Oh,” he said, “doctor, I could stop if I wanted to?, if I thought it best. I think you are mistaken, doctor.” He is dead, my friends, dead. What killed him? Bum! One of the last things he did was to try to persuade his friends he could stop if he wanted to, if he thought it 87,000.” Ihere came a time of great weari-q was best to stop—demonstrating the fact that ness in the British Parliament an 1 the sessions i there is a point beyond which if a man j were so long, and from week to week, that j nearly a'i the members of the Parliament , were cither sick ox- worn out. Of the 632 members only two went through undamaged. They were teetotalers. In time of war, soldiers who go forth with iva'er or coffee in the canteen can march longer and make braver fight than the soldit rs who carry whisky in the canteen. Rum is a great help fora inan to fight if he has only one con testant and that at the street corner: but if a man goes forth to fight fox- God and his country, he wants no rum about him. When the Bus ian army goes out a corporal passes along the line and smells the breath of each I go he cannot stop. A man said to a Christian [ riond: “If I were told I could not get any strong drink before to-morrow night unless I had ray lingers chopped off, I would say: ‘Bring a hatchet and chop them off.’” I h ul a dear friend in Philadelphia who was chid ing his nephew for yielding to this tempta tion. The nephew said: “Why, uncle, if there was a cannon and on the top of the cannon stood a wine glass, and the thirst were on me and that cannon knew as I advanced would be fired off, 1 hearts to Him. changed. Not been changed, We have been greatly only have our hearts but our bodies have soldier, and if there be in the breath the slightest suggestion of liquor the man is sent back to the barracks. Why? He cannot stand the battle, he cannot stand the march. All our young men understand this. When they are preparing for the regatta, for the .ball club, for the athletic wrestling abstain from strong drink. It is most im- portant that all my friends who are toiling with hand aud foot and brain understand they can do more work without rum than they can do with it. The workingman who puts down his wages and then puts down right beside them his expenses and makes them . u t equal is not wise. 1 know laboring men who are in a perfect fidget until they have spent their last dollar. The following circumstance ( a re under my own observa tion: A young man was gett ng §600 or $700 salary. Day of marriage came. His wife inherited >500 from her grandfather. Sho expended every dollar in a wedding equip- irent. Then they rented a room. Then the would start for that wine cup.” Oh, men of the working classes and men of all classes, de not get this grip on you. It is an awful thing for a man to wake up andsay; “I could have stopped once, but I cannot st op now. I might have lived a useful life and died a Christian been changed. We don't feel the thirst any more. We don’t have the temptation.” Not only can the grace of Christ change the heart, but it can recuperate aud change the body, and though today you feel at th? roots of your tongue the crav ings of a mighty thirst, call on God and He will rescue you. You cannot do it your self. H?can. He can. And if you have only began to go astray, if it is a matter of luxury to you; when the liquor pours into the cup, whether it be a golden chalice or a pewter mug, I want you, oh men, to read in the foam on th' ton of the cup in white t letters the word, “Beware!” But go right on as some of you are going and in ten years you will as to you!- body lie down in a drunkard’s grave, and as to your immor tal soul you will lie down in a drunkard’s hell. It is an awful thing to say, but I am compelled tosay it. Oh. when the books of judgment are opened, and ten million drunk ards come up to get their d >om, I want you to testify that this day, in all kindness and love and plainness,! warned you to beware of the influences which have already reached your home and are putting out some of its lights, a premonition of darkness for ever. Oh, that to-day you might hear intemperance with drunkards’ bones on the top of the liquor cask .Drumming the dead march of immortal souls. And then thesight of a wine glass would make you shudder, and then the color of the liquor would re mind you of the blool of th? slain, and the foam on the cup would make you think of the froth on the maniac’s lip, and you would go home from this service to kneel down and pray Almighty God that rather than youx- children should become victims of such a habit you might carry them out to the cemetery aud put them down to the last sleep, until all over their grava would come the flowers—sweet prophecies of the resur rection. God hath i balm for such a wound; but tell me, tell me, tell me, what flower of comfort ever- grew on the blasted heath of a drunkard’s sepulchre? death. Dead but not buried. lain a walking corpse. I am only an apparition of what I : once was. I am a caged immortal, and my sou they I beats against the wires of the cage on this side and beats against the wires of the cag on the other side, but cannot get out, am bung man found if necessary to take even- ^o- ATmlovmont. He was already nearly there is blood on the wires and there is bloot oil my soul. Destroyed without remedy And then there is all the sorrow that come from the loss of physical health. Doctor Sewall—some of the aged men in this ; congregation may remember the time .when he went ' through the country and electrified audiences. I am told by those Who heard him that he had eight or ten da- graras, which ho displayed before the people, showing the devastation of alcoholism on the human stomach. There were thousands of people who turned away from these ulcerous sket 'hes swearing by the help of Almighty God they would never again touch intoxi- good photographs of the retina of theliv- ( worn out from overwork; but now to the fers. ing human eye, illustrations of which are ! day must night employment be added, until ‘sting liquor. Oh, what the inebriate suf- Pain files on every nerve and travels his eyesight was nearly extinguished and his, ' burns fevery muscle, and gnaws every bone and given in the English Photographic News. I health nearly gon\ Why did he add night- 1 1 1 1 1 £ 1 A * employment to the day emp'oyment? To They were able to bring the time] get u ore money. What did he want’ to get more money for? To put away j for a rainy day? Oh no. To get his life in- ; sured so that if he died his wife would not of exposure for the negative to within two minutes and ahalf, and it is very probable that technical skill will further ^ e a b e gg ar ? ^ no jj e had this other reduce the time and difficulties. The grand and glorious enterprise on hand; he i , wanted to get, and ho did get, by this extra chief obstacles to shortening the time of , ] a hor $150 with which t > purchase his wife a exposure, so far encountered, are the sealskin coat. Worthy of a man’s highest , .... 1 0 1 f i endeavor! The sister of the bride heard of color ot the retinal reflection and the fact that the lens of the eye has the property of absorbing the ultra-violet, rays. It seems highly probable that the photograph will here become a valuable adjunct to the physiologist, opthalmologist, or even the general physician, as the eye affords the diagnostic aid in not a few diseases. — Science. the achievement and she was not to be eclipsed. She was earning her living with the needle. So she sat up nights week after week, month after month, until she came to the same glorious achievement and she had ; with every flame, and stings with every poison, and pulls with every tor ture. What fiends stand by his midnight pillow? What horrors shiver through his soul? What groans tear h : s ears? Talk of the rack, talk of the inquisition, talk of the crushing juggernaut—he fee's them all at ouce. There belies in one of the wards of the hospital. The keeper comes up and says: “You must be stop this noise still; got you’re disturbing the No sooner has the whole hospital. keeper gone away than the poor soul says: “Oh God, Oh God, keep me! Take the devils off of me. Oh God. give me rum, give ni • rum!” And then when the keeper comes There is a great gulf fixed between the teachings of the world and the teachings of the gospel, on the subject of easy liv ing. According to the popular view,the one thing worth living for is to have money to spend, fine pictures to admire, pleasant books to read, soft carpets for the feet, easy couches for tired limbs, and delicate dishes for the palate; and yet the God whom we believe in and worship,has only revealed himself to hu man eyes and hands as One who was crucified,whose brow was wounded with thorns, and whose side was pierced through with a spear; and the gospel which he brought teaches that all pam pering of the body and all undue indul gence of its desires, so far from being the supreme object of life, may be a snare and a stumbling block to the soul. If there are any of us who really believe in our hearts that personal enjoyment is the true object of our lives, let us honest ly acknowledge to ourselves that we are lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, and so go back to crown with roses the forgotten statutes of th: kindly pagan gods who loved hot life and the beauty of sense. There ought not to be room in one house for both the cross of Christ and the ivy-crown of the wine- god, or the myrtle of the goddess of he asks the keeper to kill him. “Stab me, slav me. smother me. Oh God, Oh God.” It isno fanev sketch. That is going on ail up and down this land. Moreover, it is the ; death some of you will die. Ti en there are all the sorrows of a de ¬ ters”—so runs the old saying, but the les-on is hard to learn. Nevertheless, it is one which must be learned sooner or later, when every man must make the deliberate choice whether he will count his own pleasure the chief object of his life, or whether he will yield his will, for pleasure or for pain, to the will of God. And on that one decision hangs every won $150 with which to buy a sealskin coat. I do uot know what the effect was on that street. There were many people on that' street with small incomes and I suppose I stroyed Rome. I do not care how much a this enntnerion snread and that people ' man loves his wife and children, if this pas- , , - c , Xi , - , - came out ° crying, figuratively if not sion for strong drink comes upon him, and he mans destiny, for both here and here- literally, “though the heavens fall, I must cannot get it in any other way, he will be after.—/>. xS. Times.
Columbus Times (Chadbourn, N.C.)
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