. Social Dynamite: The Wickedness of Modern Society from the Discources of T. De Witt Talmage . aunts of sin, mingling with the rat-tling dice and cracking billiard-balls, and the laughter of heru who has forgotted the covenant of her God; and round thecity, and round the earth a seething boiling surge flings its1 hot spray into the face of a long suffering God. And the shipcaptain damns his crew, and the merchant damns his clerks,and the master builder damns his men, and the hack-driverdamns his horses; and the traveler damns the stones thatbruises his foot, or the mud that soils his shoes, o
. Social Dynamite: The Wickedness of Modern Society from the Discources of T. De Witt Talmage . aunts of sin, mingling with the rat-tling dice and cracking billiard-balls, and the laughter of heru who has forgotted the covenant of her God; and round thecity, and round the earth a seething boiling surge flings its1 hot spray into the face of a long suffering God. And the shipcaptain damns his crew, and the merchant damns his clerks,and the master builder damns his men, and the hack-driverdamns his horses; and the traveler damns the stones thatbruises his foot, or the mud that soils his shoes, or the defec-tive time-piece that gets him too late to the railroad train. Iarrange profane swearing and blasphemy, two names for thesame thing, as being one of the gigantic crimes of this land,and for its extirpation it does seem as if it were about timefor God to arise. Then look a moment at the evil of drunkenness. Whetheryou live in Brooklyn or New York, or Chicago, or Cincinnati, PEOFANITY, DRUNKENNESS AND THE SOCIAL EVIL. 137or Savannah, or Boston, or in any of the cities of this land,. DRUNKAKD PITCHED OUT. count up the saloons on that street as compared with the 138 PROFANITY, DRUNKENNESS AND THE SOCIAL EVIL. saloons five years ago, and see they are growing far out ofproportion to the increase of the population. You peoplewho are so precise and particular lest there should be someimprudence or rashness in attacking the rum traffic, will haveyour son some night pitched into your front door dead drunk,or your daugter will come home with her children becauseher husband has by strong drink turned into a rum fiend has despoiled whole streets of good homes inall our cities. Fathers, brothers, sons, on the funeral pyreof strong drink! Fasten tighter the victims! Stir up theflames. Pile on the corpses! More men, women and childrenfor the sacrifice! Let us have whole generations on fire ofevil habit; and at the sound of the cornet, flute, harp, sack-but, psaltery and
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