. Platform echoes: or, Living truths for head and heart . nd her husband entered, with an eagersmile upon his lace, as if to announce some new provision for her comfort. Thewife rose to meethim with the sillylaugh of an my God! heexclaimed, 1 couldbear to see my wifea maniac ; hut anidiot, an idiot. —never, and he went WEBSTEB PLEADING Win. ins CLASSMATE. aWay and drank him-self to death. Mrs. Condict told me, some time after hisdeath, that on a subsequent visit to that afflicted householdshe found the wife sitting on the floor, playing with the chil-dren, quarrelling and fighting w
. Platform echoes: or, Living truths for head and heart . nd her husband entered, with an eagersmile upon his lace, as if to announce some new provision for her comfort. Thewife rose to meethim with the sillylaugh of an my God! heexclaimed, 1 couldbear to see my wifea maniac ; hut anidiot, an idiot. —never, and he went WEBSTEB PLEADING Win. ins CLASSMATE. aWay and drank him-self to death. Mrs. Condict told me, some time after hisdeath, that on a subsequent visit to that afflicted householdshe found the wife sitting on the floor, playing with the chil-dren, quarrelling and fighting with them for their toys, acomplete and hopeless idiot. You say, young man, you have no intention of doingyourself an injury. Let me tell you that the subtle influ-ences of drink upon you are injuring you more and moreevery day. A man is being damaged a long time before heknows it. Intoxicating liquor is fearfully deceptive in itsnature. To ret urn for a minute to the argument, I can let it alonewhen I please. Suppose I lie upon the railway track: some. A ROAD STREWN WITH SPECTRES. 101 one cries out to me, Get up, get up, the train is mind your own business; Im not fool enough to berun over, am I ? I can get up when I ve a mind to, and Ican lie here as long as I please, cant I? I boast of apower I positively possess, but I have no will to exercise thepower, and the train comes thundering on and cuts me intwo. What am I ? I am a self-murderer. I had the power ;I had the warning; I refused to exercise this power; and,when swift destruction came,the power was talEvery man thatdies a drunkard,dies a had the pow-er to escape, andhe had the warn-ing ; there is nota man who daresto say, I havehad no warn-ing. Stop onemoment; stopand listen; youcan hear the get up, get up, the train is that come up from the vortex, — shrieks, piercingshrieks of despair from those who are sinking to rise nomore. Your whole way is lined with spectres that are point
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