. Platform echoes: or, Living truths for head and heart . o drink, he would refuse; that, if theyoffered him whiskey, he would spurn it with contempt;indeed, they were afraid to ask him, for he had strong fists,and he threatened to thrash any man that would tempt himto drink. In the midst of the festivities, however, tea,was passed around, and some one wickedly and fiendishly,with a cowards spirit, put a quantity of whiskey in his drank it. Pie was not aware that there was in it an influ-ence that would operate on his system as it did: and he neverdrew a sober breath after that. Three w
. Platform echoes: or, Living truths for head and heart . o drink, he would refuse; that, if theyoffered him whiskey, he would spurn it with contempt;indeed, they were afraid to ask him, for he had strong fists,and he threatened to thrash any man that would tempt himto drink. In the midst of the festivities, however, tea,was passed around, and some one wickedly and fiendishly,with a cowards spirit, put a quantity of whiskey in his drank it. Pie was not aware that there was in it an influ-ence that would operate on his system as it did: and he neverdrew a sober breath after that. Three weeks from that day 398 A VISIT TO AX ENSANE ASYLUM. he was found among the rushes by the river, staring, as onlya dead man can stare, into the bright blue sky, the foamoozing from his Livid lips. He knew not that he had drankthe spirit : but its influence was upon his physical frame, run-ning like fire through his blood and nerves,and dragging him down to drunkenness anddeath. It is a hard matter to save a drunk-ard, when this fearful habit is atic asylum in Indianapolis, V when a minister of the gospel found deati among the . , . , Rl SHES. pointed out to me a young girl. A more beautiful girl I think I never saw, bul she was rav-ing mad, and her hands were confined to keep her from doingherself injury. The minister said : — Thai girl was a member of my church, and 1 believe sin1was a Christian. Her father was a drunkard. She wouldcome to me and ask : • What shall I do? What can I do? Iwill do anything to save my father, but I am hopeless. , he abuses my mother so brutally that I shall go mad. Iwill not leave her. and she will not leave my father. One A TERRIBLE SPECTACLE. 399 day that man came home raving mad with drink; he seizedhis wife and dashed her to the floor, and with his fist beganto beat her upturned face till his hand was bloody to thewrist. The girl was there. What did she do ? What couldshe do ? It was her mother whom she saw thus abused. He
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