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The only safety is in letting alcoholic liquors alone, forever.
BLACKBOARD OUTLINE.
ALCOHOLIC LIQUORS HURT
The body,
The mind, and
The soul;
AND MAKE PEOPLE
WASTE LOSE UNFIT TO UNFIT TO SERVE
Money, Strength, Think, or Themselves,
Talents, and Health, and Work. Their neighbor,
Time. Good name. or GOD.
* * * * *
STORIES ABOUT THE HARM DONE BY ALCOHOL.[6]
A YOUNG BEGINNER.--The hardest drinker I ever knew commenced on cider when
he was only five years old. He would go to the barrel of cider in the
cellar, which had been put there to make vinegar, and, getting a straw,
would suck all the cider he wanted; and then, after he had played awhile,
he would go back and get more. He kept on drinking alcoholic liquors of
some kind, until he died a drunkard.
CIDER DELIRIUM.--Dr. J.H. Travis, of Masonville, N.Y., was once called to a
child six years old, who was raving in the wildest delirium. His symptoms
were so peculiar that he questioned the family closely, and found that the
day previous, at a raising, the child had drank freely of cider. After the
men left he had procured a straw and gone to the barrel and drank till he
was senseless, and after this the delirium came on. He exhibited undoubted
symptoms of delirium tremens. Cider was the common beverage of the family.
Dr. Travis has been called to several other cases of delirium tremens from
the use of cider.--_Mrs. E.J. Richmond._
A CAUTION TO MOTHERS.--One of the first literary men in the United States
said to a temperance lecturer: "There is one thing which I wish you to do
everywhere; entreat every mother never to give a drop of strong drink to a
child. I have had to fight as for my life all my days to keep from dying a
drunkard, because I was fed with spirits when a child. I thus acquired an
appetite for it. My brother, poor fellow, died a drunkard."
A GIRL DRUNKARD.--A young girl of eighteen, beautiful, intelligent, and
temperate, the pride of her home, was recommended to take a little gin for
some chronic ailment. She took it; it soothed the pain; she kept on taking
it; it created an artificial appetite, and in four years she died a
drunkard.--_Medical Temperance Journal._
"A LITTLE WON'T HURT HIM."--I was the pet of the family. Before I could
well walk I was treated to the sweet from the bottom of my father's glass.
My dear mother would gently chide with him, "Don't, John, it will do him
harm." To this he would smilingly reply, "This little sup won't hurt him."
When I became a school-boy I was ill at times, and my mother would pour for
me a glass of wine from the decanter. At first I did not like it; but, as I
was told that it would make me strong, I got to like it. When I became an
apprentice, I reasoned thus: "My parents told me that these drinks are
good, and I cannot get them except at the public-house." Step by step I
fell.... I have grown to manhood, but my course of intemperance has added
sin to sin. My days are now nearly ended. Hope for the future I have
none.--_Dying Drunkard._
DANGER.--In one of Mr. Moody's temperance prayer meetings at Chicago, a
reformed man attributed a former relapse of drunkenness wholly to a
physician's prescription to take whiskey three times a day!
KILLED BY THE POISON.--Many years ago, when stage coaches were in use in
England, during a very cold night, a young woman mounted the coach. A
respectable tradesman sitting there asked her what induced her to travel on
such a night, when she replied that she was going to the bedside of her
mother, of whose illness she had just heard. She was soon wrapped in such
coats, etc., as the passengers could spare, and when they stopped the
tradesman procured her some brandy. She declined it at first, saying she
had never drank spirits in her life. But he said, "Drink it down; it won't
hurt you on such a bitter night." This was done repeatedly, until the poor
girl fell fast asleep, and when they arrived in London she could not be
roused. She was stiff and cold in death, and the doctor, on the coroner's
inquest, said that she had been killed by the brandy.--_Mrs. Balfour._
IN CASE OF SHIPWRECK.--In the winter of 1796 a vessel was wrecked on an
island of the Massachusetts coast, and five persons on board determined to
swim ashore. Four of them drank freely of spirits to keep up their
strength, but the fifth would drink none. One was drowned, and all that
drank spirits failed and stopped, and froze one after another, the man that
drank none being the only one that reached the house at some distance from,
the shore, and he lived many years after that.
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