Chapter VI: Part SIX (1)

As I said, it was almost five years before I saw Joe Brandon again. He was then a young man of very fascinating manners, handsome, and attractive. But he was already becoming so idle and vicious that no one dared trust him, and although his face was handsome, his follies and intemperate habits had stamped themselves upon it, until they had given him a certain reckless air that was far from agreeable,--still--”

“O grandma!” interrupted Bertha, with an expression of incredulity, “it can’t be possible that old Joe ever had a grain of good looks. Why! his face is actually hideous and disgusting, and so bloated that I could scarcely see his eyes; and, grandma, it was horrible, horrible! his long, yellow beard was covered with vomit, and--O grandma! how _could_ he ever have been attractive?” and Bertha shuddered.

“I tell you, my dear,” explained grandma, “there is nothing on earth that is so brutalizing and degrading in its effect upon the human system as strong drink. It is the devil’s own weapon, and with it, he succeeds too often in bringing his poor, duped victims far below the level of the brutes.

“About this time Joe became acquainted with a beautiful young girl, the daughter of a merchant who lived in the city, where Joe now had his home.

“Meanwhile, good Aunt Maggie had died, leaving Joe the little remnant of property which she had. This was soon spent, of course, in folly and dissipation by the poor prodigal.”

“But tell me about the pretty young girl,” persuaded Bertha.

“Her name was Martha Grey,” replied grandma, “and all too soon the reckless and dissipated young man succeeded in winning her heart, for, as I told you, he was handsome and kind-hearted; although he possessed a high opinion of his own good looks and capabilities.

“He had attended school a good deal, and was no mean student, and after a time he began the study of law. He might have succeeded well in this, his chosen profession, had he been diligent and persevering; but his old enemy, _appetite_, was constantly upon his track, and it was not long before he lost his practice, because nobody wanted to employ a drunken lawyer. After he had been seen reeling down the street a few times, he soon found himself without clients.”

“But, grandma,” protested Bertha, “I don’t see how he could have kept all this hidden from poor Martha Grey.”

“Ah, he could not,--though he tried hard enough to do so, for Mr. Grey, Martha’s father, was very much opposed to strong drink. But one day Joe so far forgot himself as to enter Mr. Grey’s store quite intoxicated. Of course, the merchant was very much displeased and disgusted, and forbade the young man ever to visit his daughter again. Still, I am sorry to say, Martha insisted upon meeting Joe, and still accepted his company.”

“Why didn’t you go and talk with her, grandma?” suggested Henri, “maybe you could have persuaded her, even if her father could not; she must have been a silly young lady, I’m sure.”

“O my dear boy!” exclaimed grandma. “If you had known Martha Grey, you could not have said that. No; she was a beautiful girl, but a most mistaken one,” and grandma sighed. “I went to visit her, myself, many times, and most earnestly did I try to persuade her to quit the company of this reckless and dissipated young man. Poor Martha’s face would turn very pale as I talked with her, but her voice was low and decided as she replied:--

“‘I know you think him very bad, dear friend, but poor Joseph is not altogether so, and he has promised me to quit his cups entirely, and I am sure he will. I think it is my mission to make a good man of Joe,--to reform him, in fact, and I believe I can do it, at least, I mean to try.’ So in spite of all that I could do, and in spite of the efforts of her father, and many interested friends, she ran away from home and married the poor drunkard.”

“Didn’t Joe behave himself any better then?” asked Henri.

“Better?--no, no; and from that moment, the fate of the poor, mistaken girl was sealed. To be sure, her wretched husband would have periods of repenting, and spend days and nights of misery and remorse, but the demon which he had entertained and fed so many long years was not to be easily banished.”

“Did Mr. Grey ever forgive his daughter and take her home again?” queried Bertha, her blue eyes full of tears, “O, I hope so, grandma.”

“Mr. Grey was a kind father, and he loved his daughter very tenderly. So, after a while he went to see Joe, and invited him to take a position as clerk in his store. The poor fellow was only too glad to accept the kind offer, and promised most faithfully to reform. Of course, his devoted wife was much encouraged, and for a time all went well.

“But, my children,” continued grandma, “there is nothing but the power of Christ, which can lay hold of the victim of rum, and stand him upon his feet and keep him from falling. But for this wonderful power, poor Joe had never asked.

“Still he struggled in his own strength,--struggled most pitifully, to break the strong bands which bound him,--struggled vainly as poor Samson did when he was shorn of his strength. But it was only a few weeks before poor Joe had fallen again. Some of his old companions, jealous of his success and altered circumstances, determined to compass his ruin.

“‘Come in, Joe, man, come in and take a glass with your old friends,’ they called one day as he was passing a saloon where he had so lately been a drunken idler. Joe had not the courage to refuse, for there was nothing so dreaded by him as to have it said that he was tied to a woman’s apron string.”

“O, I’m so sorry!” exclaimed Bertha, for she was a very sympathetic little girl. “Of course, the foolish man went into the saloon.”

“Indeed, he did, and when he came out again, his drunken legs would scarcely carry him home.”

“Did his father-in-law send him away now? I’m very sure I should,” reflected Max stoutly. “I would not have a drunken man about.”

“I am glad to know that you hate strong drink, my lad,” replied grandma, placing her hand kindly upon his head, “but we must none of us forget that Christ died for _all_, even the poor drunkard, and we should pity, and do all we can for him. Yes, Mr. Grey forgave him and took him back, not only this time, but many times afterward, until finally after a few years, his poor wife, beautiful Martha Grey, died heartbroken and wretched.

“Then Joe went away, and after a time he went to sea. Finally, after many years, he became the wretched, drunken outcast whom you saw to-day.

“Now children, I have told you the story of poor old Joe, and I want you to learn this verse, which is one of the proverbs of Solomon, the wise man:--

“‘For the drunkard and the glutton shall come to poverty; and drowsiness shall clothe a man with rags.’”

_OLD JOE_

_THE BEGINNING AND THE ENDING_]

EFFECTS OF STIMULANTS

BY MRS. E. G. WHITE

Know you not that they which run a race run all, but one receiveth the prize? So run, that you may obtain. And every man that striveth for the mastery is temperate in all things. Now they do it to obtain a corruptible crown; but we an incorruptible.”

Here the good results of self control and temperate habits are set forth. The various games instituted among the ancient Greeks in honor of their gods, are presented before us by the apostle Paul to illustrate the spiritual warfare and its reward. Those who were to participate in these games were trained by the most severe discipline. Every indulgence that would tend to weaken the physical powers was forbidden. Luxurious food and wine were prohibited, in order to promote physical vigor, fortitude, and firmness.

To win the prize for which they strove,--a chaplet of perishable flowers, bestowed amid the applause of the multitude,--was considered the highest honor. If so much could be endured, so much self-denial practised, in the hope of gaining so worthless a prize, which only one at best could obtain, how much greater should be the sacrifice, how much greater should be the sacrifice, how much more willing the self-denial, for an incorruptible crown, and for everlasting life!

There is work for us to do--stern, earnest work. All our habits, tastes, and inclinations must be educated in harmony with the laws of life and health. By this means we may secure the very best physical conditions, and have mental clearness to discern between the evil and the good.

In order rightly to understand the subject of temperance, we must consider it from a Bible standpoint; and nowhere can we find a more comprehensive and forcible illustration of true temperance and its attendant blessings, than is afforded by the history of the prophet Daniel and his Hebrew associates in the court of Babylon.

When these youth were selected to be educated in the “learning and the tongue of the Chaldeans,” that they might “stand in the king’s palace,” there was appointed them a daily allowance from the king’s table, both of food and wine. “But Daniel purposed in his heart that he would not defile himself with the portion of the king’s meat, nor with the wine which he drank.”

The food appointed them would include meats pronounced unclean by the law of Moses. They requested the officer who had them in charge to give them a more simple fare; but he hesitated, fearing that such rigid abstinence as they proposed would affect their personal appearance unfavorably, and bring himself into disfavor with the king. Daniel pleaded for a ten days’ trial. This was granted, and at the expiration of that time these youth were found to be far more healthy in appearance than those who had partaken of the king’s dainties. Hence the simple pulse and water which they at first requested, was thereafter the food of Daniel and his companions.

It was not their own pride or ambition that brought these young men into the king’s court,--into the companionship of those who neither knew nor feared the true God. They were captives in a strange land, and Infinite Wisdom had placed them there. At this trial of their loyalty, they considered their position, with its dangers and difficulties, and then in the fear of God made their decision. Even at the risk of the king’s displeasure, they would be true to the religion of their fathers.

They obeyed the divine law, both physical and moral, and the blessing of God gave them strength and comeliness and intellectual power.

These youth had received a right education in early life, and now, when separated from home influences and sacred associations, they honored the instructors of their childhood. With their habits of self-denial were coupled earnestness of purpose, diligence, and steadfastness. They were not actuated by pride or unworthy ambition; but sought to acquit themselves creditably, for the honor of their down-trodden people, and for His glory whose servants they were.

When the ability and acquirements of these youth were tested by the king at the end of the three years of training, none were found like unto Daniel, Hananiah, Mishael, and Azariah. Their keen apprehension, their choice and exact language, their extensive and varied knowledge, testified to the unimpaired strength and vigor of their mental powers. Therefore they stood before the king. “And in all matters of wisdom and understanding, that the king enquired of them, he found them ten times better than all the magicians and astrologers that were in all his realm.”

God always honors the right. The most promising youth from all the lands subdued by the great conqueror had been gathered at Babylon, yet amid them all, the Hebrew captives were without a rival. The erect form, the firm, elastic step, the fair countenance, the undimmed senses, the untainted breath,--all were so many certificates of good habits,--insignia of the nobility with which nature honors those who are obedient to her laws.

The history of Daniel and his companions has been recorded on the pages of the inspired word, for the benefit of the youth of all succeeding ages. What men have done, men may do. Did those youthful Hebrews stand firm amid great temptations, and bear a noble testimony in favor of true temperance?--the youth of to-day may bear a similar testimony.

The lesson here presented is one which we would do well to ponder. Our danger is not from scarcity, but from abundance. We are constantly tempted to excess. Those who would preserve their powers unimpaired for the service of God, must observe strict temperance in the use of His bounties, as well as total abstinence from every injurious or debasing indulgence.

The rising generation are surrounded by allurements calculated to tempt the appetite. Especially in our large cities, every form of indulgence is made easy and inviting. Those who, like Daniel, refuse to defile themselves, will reap the reward of their temperate habits. With their greater physical stamina and increased power of endurance, they have a bank of deposit on which to draw in case of emergency.

Right physical habits promote mental superiority. Intellectual power, physical strength, and longevity depend upon immutable laws. There is no happen-so, no chance, about this matter. Nature’s God will not interfere to preserve men from the consequences of violating nature’s laws. There is much sterling truth in the adage, “Every man is the architect of his own fortune.” While parents are responsible for the stamp of character, as well as for the education and training, of their sons and daughters, it is still true that our position and usefulness in the world depend, to a great degree, upon our own course of action. Daniel and his companions enjoyed the benefits of correct training and education in early life, but these advantages alone would not have made them what they were. The time came when they must act for themselves,--when their future depended upon their own course. Then they decided to be true to the lessons given them in childhood. The fear of God, which is the beginning of wisdom, was the foundation of their greatness. His Spirit strengthened every true purpose, every noble resolution.

Intemperance has cursed the world almost from its infancy. Noah’s son was so debased by the excessive use of wine, that he lost all sense of propriety, and the curse which followed his sin has never been lifted from his descendants.

Nadab and Abihu were men in holy office; but by the use of wine, their minds became so clouded that they could not distinguish between sacred and common things. By the offering of “strange fire” they disregarded God’s command, and were slain by His judgments.

Alexander found it much easier to subdue kingdoms than to rule his own spirit. After conquering nations, this so-called great man fell, through the indulgence of appetite--a victim of intemperance.

Notwithstanding thousands of years of experience and progress, the same dark blot which stained the pages of history, remains to disfigure our modern civilization. Drunkenness, with all its woes, is found everywhere we go. In spite of the noble efforts of temperance workers, the evil has gained ground. License laws have been enacted, but legal regulation has not stayed its progress, except in comparatively limited territory. Efforts have been made to establish institutions where the victims of intemperance might receive help to overcome their terrible appetite. This is a noble work, but how much wiser, how much more effective, would have been the removal of the cause of all this woe! Considering only the financial aspect of this question, what folly it is to tolerate a business that is making paupers by the thousand! The laws of the land legalize the trade of making drunkards, and then at great expense, provide institutions for converting them again into sober men! Can our legislators furnish no better solution of the liquor question?

So long as the sale of liquor is sanctioned by law, the victims of appetite can receive but little benefit through inebriate asylums. They cannot remain there always; they must again take their place in society. The appetite for intoxicating drinks, though it may be subdued, is not wholly destroyed, and when temptation assails them, as it must on every hand, they too often fall an easy prey.

What can be done to press back this inflowing tide of evil? Let laws be enacted and rigidly enforced prohibiting the sale and use of ardent spirits. Let every effort be made to encourage the inebriate’s return to temperance and virtue. But even more than this is needed to banish the curse of inebriety from our land. Let the appetite for intoxicating liquors be removed, and the demand for them is at an end.

Only men of strict temperance and integrity should be admitted to our legislative halls, or chosen to preside in our courts of justice. Property, reputation, and even life itself, are insecure when left to the judgment of men who are intemperate and immoral. How many innocent persons have been condemned to death, how many more have been robbed of all their earthly possessions, by the injustice of drinking jurors, lawyers, witnesses, and even judges!

There is need now of men like Daniel, to do and dare. A pure heart and a strong, fearless hand are wanted in the world to-day. God designed that man should be constantly improving,--daily reaching a higher point in the scale of excellence. He will help us, if we help ourselves. It is the duty of every Christian to see that his example and influence are on the side of reform. Let ministers of the gospel lift up their voices like a trumpet, and show the people their transgression, and the house of Israel their sins. The youth need to be instructed. Our hope of happiness in two worlds depends upon our improvement of one. We should be guarded at every point against the first approach to intemperance. If we would preserve our children from evil, we must give them a right example, and then teach them to make God their fear, their wisdom, and their strength.

The use of intoxicating liquor dethrones reason, and hardens the heart against every pure and holy influence. The inanimate rocks will sooner listen to the appeals of truth and justice, than will that man whose sensibilities are paralyzed by intemperance. Those who venture to enter the forbidden path are gradually and unconsciously led on, until they become demoralized, corrupted, and maddened. And while Christians are asleep, this evil is gaining more strength and making fresh victims. If the moral sensibilities of Christians were aroused upon the subject of temperance in _all things_, and they realized that the final destiny of every one depends upon the habits he forms, they could by their example, help those who are weak in self-control to resist the cravings of appetite.

We witness great struggles in our country to put down intemperance; but it is a hard matter to overcome and chain a full-grown lion. If half the efforts that have been put forth to stay this giant evil, had been directed toward enlightening parents in regard to their responsibility in forming the habits and character of their children, a thousand-fold more good might have resulted. The unnatural appetite for spirituous liquors is often created at home, in many cases at the tables of the very ones who are most zealous to lead out in the temperance work. We bid all workers Godspeed; but we invite them to look more deeply into the cause of the evil they war against, and to be more thorough and consistent in reform.

Through the intemperance begun at home, the digestive organs first become weakened, and soon ordinary food does not satisfy the appetite. Unhealthful conditions are established, and there is a craving for more stimulating food. Tea and coffee produce an immediate effect. Under the influence of these poisons the nervous system is excited, and in some cases, for the time being, the intellect seems to be invigorated, the imagination more vivid.

Because these stimulants produce such agreeable results, many conclude that they really need them; but there is always a reaction. The nervous system has borrowed power from its future resources, for present use, and all this temporary invigoration is followed by corresponding depression. The suddenness of the relief obtained from tea and coffee, is an evidence that what seems to be strength is only nervous excitement, and consequently must be an injury to the system.

The appetite thus educated continually to crave something stronger, demands an increase of the agreeable excitement. Its demands become more frequent, and more difficult to control. The more debilitated the system and the less able to do without unnatural stimulus, the more the desire for these things increases, until the will is overborne, and there seems to be no power to deny the unnatural craving.

When there has been a departure from the right path, it is difficult to return. Barriers have been broken down, safeguards removed. One step in the wrong direction prepares the way for another. The least deviation from right principles will lead to separation from God, and may end in destruction. What we do once, we more readily do again; and to go forward in a certain path, be it right or wrong, is more easy than to start. To corrupt our ways before God requires no effort; but to ingraft habits of righteousness and truth upon the character takes time and patient endeavor.

Many who would hesitate to place liquor to a neighbor’s lips, will engage in the raising of hops, and thus lend their influence against the temperance cause. I cannot see how, in the light of the law of God, Christians can conscientiously engage in the raising of hops or the manufacture of wine and cider for the market.

I have often heard people say, “Oh! this is only sweet cider. It is perfectly harmless, and even healthful.” Several quarts, perhaps gallons, are carried home. For a short time it is sweet; then fermentation begins. The sharp taste makes it all the more acceptable to many palates, and the lover of sweet wine and cider is loath to admit that his favorite beverage ever becomes hard and sour.

Intoxication is just as really produced by wine and cider as by stronger drinks, and it is the worst kind of inebriation. The passions are more perverse; the transformation of character is greater, more determined, and obstinate. A few quarts of cider or wine may awaken a taste for stronger drinks, and in many cases those who have become confirmed drunkards have thus laid the foundation of the drinking habit.

For persons who have inherited an appetite for stimulants, it is by no means safe to have wine or cider in the house; for Satan is continually soliciting them to indulge. If they yield to his temptations, they do not know where to stop; appetite clamors for indulgence, and is gratified to their ruin. The brain is clouded; reason no longer holds the reins, but lays them on the neck of lust. Licentiousness abounds, and vices of almost every type are practiced as the result of indulging the appetite for wine and cider. It is impossible for one who loves these stimulants, and accustoms himself to their use, to grow in grace. He becomes gross and sensual; the animal passions control the higher powers of the mind, and virtue is not cherished.

Moderate drinking is the school in which men are receiving an education for the drunkard’s career. So gradually does Satan lead away from the strongholds of temperance, so insidiously do wine and cider exert their influence upon the taste, that the highway to drunkenness is entered upon all unsuspectingly. The taste for stimulants is cultivated; the nervous system is disordered; Satan keeps the mind in a fever of unrest, and the poor victim, imagining himself perfectly secure, goes on and on, until every barrier is broken down, every principle sacrificed. The strongest resolutions are undermined, and eternal interests are too weak to keep the debased appetite under the control of reason. Some are never really drunk, but are always under the influence of mild intoxicants. They are feverish, unstable in mind, not really delirious, but as truly unbalanced; for the nobler powers of the mind are perverted.

Wherever we go, we encounter the tobacco devotee, enfeebling both mind and body by his darling indulgence. Have men a right to deprive their Maker and the world of the service which is their due? Tobacco is a slow; insidious poison. Its effects are more difficult to erase from the system than are those of liquor. It binds the victim in even stronger bands of slavery than does the intoxicating cup. It is a disgusting habit, defiling to the user, and very annoying to others. We rarely pass through a crowd, but men will puff their poisoned breath in our faces. It is unpleasant, if not dangerous, to remain in a railway car or in a room where the atmosphere is impregnated with the fumes of liquor and tobacco. Is it honorable thus to contaminate the air which others must breath?

What power can the tobacco devotee have to stay the progress of intemperance? There must be a revolution upon the subject of tobacco before the ax will be laid at the root of the tree. Tea, coffee, and tobacco, as well as alcoholic drinks, are different degrees in the scale of artificial stimulants.

The effect of tea and coffee, as heretofore shown, tends in the same direction as that of wine and cider, liquor and tobacco.

Tea is a stimulant, and to a certain extent produces intoxication. It gradually impairs the energy of body and mind. Its first effect is exhilarating, because it quickens the motions of the living machinery; and the tea drinker thinks that it is doing him great service. But this is a mistake. When its influence is gone, the unnatural force abates, and the result is languor and debility corresponding to the artificial vivacity imparted. The second effect of tea drinking is headache, wakefulness, palpitation of the heart, indigestion, trembling, and many other evils.

Coffee is a hurtful indulgence. It temporarily excites the mind to unwonted action, but the after-effect is exhaustion, prostration, paralysis of the mental, moral, and physical powers. The mind becomes enervated, and unless through determined effort the habit is overcome, the activity of the brain is permanently lessened.

All these nerve irritants are wearing away the life forces, and the restlessness caused by shattered nerves, the impatience, the mental feebleness, become warring elements, antagonizing to spiritual progress. Then should not those who advocate temperance and reform be awake to counteract the evils of these injurious drinks? In some cases it is as difficult to break up the tea-and-coffee habit as it is for the inebriate to discontinue the use of liquor. The money expended for tea and coffee is worse than wasted. They do the user only harm, and that continually. Those who use tea, coffee, opium, and alcohol, may sometimes live to old age, but this fact is no argument in favor of the use of these stimulants. What these persons might have accomplished, but failed to, because of their intemperate habits, the great day of God alone will reveal.

Those who resort to tea and coffee for stimulation to labor, will feel the evil effects of this course in trembling nerves and lack of self-control. Tired nerves need rest and quiet. Nature needs time to recuperate her exhausted energies. But if her forces are goaded on by the use of stimulants, there is, whenever this process is repeated, a lessening of real force. For a time, more may be accomplished under the unnatural stimulus, but gradually it becomes more difficult to rouse the energies to the desired point, and at last exhausted nature can no longer respond.

The habit of drinking coffee and tea is a greater evil than is often suspected. Many who have accustomed themselves to the use of stimulating drinks, suffer from headache and nervous prostration, and lose much time on account of sickness. They imagine they cannot live without the stimulus, and are ignorant of its effect upon the health. What makes it more dangerous is, that its evil effects are so often attributed to other causes.

Through the use of stimulants, the whole system suffers. The nerves are unbalanced, the liver is morbid in its action, the quality and circulation of the blood are affected, and the skin becomes inactive and sallow. The mind, too, is injured. The immediate influence of these stimulants is to excite the brain to undue activity, only to leave it weaker and less capable of exertion. The after-effect is prostration, not only mental and physical, but moral. As a result we see nervous men and women, of unsound judgment and unbalanced mind. They often manifest a hasty, impatient, accusing spirit, viewing the faults of others as through a magnifying glass, and utterly unable to discern their own defects.

When these tea and coffee users meet together for social entertainment, the effects of their pernicious habit are manifest. All partake freely of the favorite beverages, and as the stimulating influence is felt, their tongues are loosened, and they begin the wicked work of talking against others. Their words are not few or well chosen. The tidbits of gossip are passed around, too often the poison of scandal as well. These thoughtless gossipers forget that they have a witness. An unseen Watcher is writing their words in the books of heaven. All these unkind criticisms, these exaggerated reports, these envious feelings, expressed under the excitement of the cup of tea, Jesus registers as against Himself. “Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto Me.”

We are already suffering because of the wrong habits of our fathers, and yet how many take a course in every way worse than theirs! Opium, tea, coffee, tobacco, and liquor are rapidly extinguishing the spark of vitality still left in the race. Every year millions of gallons of intoxicating liquors are drank, and millions of dollars are spent for tobacco. And the slaves of appetite, while constantly spending their earnings in sensual indulgence, rob their children of food and clothing and the advantages of education. There can never be a right state of society while these evils exist.

When the appetite for spirituous liquor is indulged, the man voluntarily places to his lips the draught which debases below the level of the brute, him who was made in the image of God. Reason is paralyzed, the intellect is benumbed, the animal passion is excited, and then follow crimes of the most debasing character. How can the user of rum and tobacco give to God an undivided heart?--It is impossible. Neither can he love his neighbor as himself. The darling indulgence engrosses all his affections. To gratify his craving for strong drink, he sells reason and self-control. He places to his lips that which stupefies the brain, paralyzes the intellect, and makes him a shame and a curse to his family, and a terror to all around him. If men would become temperate in all things, if they would touch not, taste not, handle not, tea, coffee, tobacco, wines, opium, and alcoholic drinks, reason would take the reins of government in her own hands, and hold the appetite and passions under control.

Through appetite, Satan controls the mind and the whole being. Thousands who might have lived have passed to the grave, physical, mental, and moral wrecks, because they sacrificed all their powers to the indulgence of appetite. The necessity for the men of this generation to call to their aid the power of the will, strengthened by the grace of God, in order to withstand the temptations of Satan, and resist the least indulgence of perverted appetite, is far greater than it was several generations ago. But the present generation have less power of self-control than had those who lived then. Those who indulged in these stimulants transmitted their depraved appetites and passions to their children, and greater moral power is now required to resist intemperance in all its forms. The only perfectly safe course is to stand firm, observing strict temperance in all things, and never venturing into the path of danger.

I feel an intense interest that fathers and mothers should realize the solemn obligations that are resting upon them at this time. We are bringing up children who will be controlled by the power of Satan or by that of Christ. The only way in which any can be secure against the power of intemperance, is to abstain wholly from wine, beer, and strong drinks. We must teach our children that in order to be manly, they must let these things alone. God has shown us what constitutes true manliness. It is he that overcometh who will be honored, and whose name will not be blotted out of the book of life.

When the Lord would raise up Samson as a deliverer of His people, He enjoined upon the mother correct habits of life before the birth of her child. And the same prohibition was to be imposed, from the first, upon the child; for he was to be consecrated to God as a Nazarite from his birth.

The angel of God appeared to the wife of Manoah, and informed her that she should have a son; and in view of this, he gave her the important directions: “Now therefore beware, I pray thee, and drink not wine nor strong drink, and eat not any unclean thing.”

God had important work for the promised child of Manoah to do, and it was to secure for him the qualifications necessary for this work, that the habits of both the mother and the child were to be so carefully regulated. “Neither let her drink wine nor strong drink,” was the angel’s instruction for the wife of Manoah, “nor eat any unclean thing: all that I commanded her let her observe.” The child will be affected for good or evil by the habits of the mother. She must herself be controlled by principle, and must practice temperance and self-denial, if she would seek the welfare of her child.

In the New Testament we find a no less impressive example of the importance of temperate habits.

John the Baptist was a reformer. To him was committed a great work for the people of his time. And in preparation for that work, all his habits were carefully regulated, even from his birth. The angel Gabriel was sent from heaven to instruct the parents of John in the principles of health reform. He “shall drink neither wine nor strong drink,” said the heavenly messenger; “and he shall be filled with the Holy Ghost.”

John separated himself from his friends, and from the luxuries of life, dwelling alone in the wilderness, and subsisting on a purely vegetable diet. The simplicity of his dress--a garment woven of camel’s hair--was a rebuke to the extravagance and display of the people of his generation, especially of the Jewish priests. His diet also, of locusts and wild honey, was a rebuke to the gluttony that everywhere prevailed.

_2 Samson and the Gate of Gaza_

_3 John the Baptist in the Wilderness_]

The work of John was foretold by the prophet Malachi: “Behold, I will send you Elijah the prophet before the coming of the great and dreadful day of the Lord; and he shall turn the heart of the fathers to the children, and the heart of the children to their fathers.” John the Baptist went forth in the spirit and power of Elijah, to prepare the way of the Lord, and to turn the people to the wisdom of the just. He was a representative of those living in the last days, to whom God has entrusted sacred truths to present before the people, to prepare the way for the second coming of Christ. And the same principles of temperance which John practiced should be observed by those who in our day are to warn the world of the coming of the Son of man.

God has made man in His own image, and He expects man to preserve unimpaired the powers that have been imparted to him for the Creator’s service. Then should we not heed His admonitions, and seek to preserve every power in the best condition to serve him? The very best we can give to God is feeble enough.

Why is there so much misery in the world to-day? Is it because God loves to see His creatures suffer?--O no! it is because men become weakened by immoral practices. We mourn over Adam’s transgression, and seem to think that our first parents showed great weakness in yielding to temptation; but if Adam’s transgression were the only evil we had to meet, the condition of the world would be much better than it is. There has been a succession of falls since Adam’s day.

Indulgence in spirituous liquors is causing great wretchedness in the world. Though liquor drinkers are told again and again that they are shortening their life, they still go on in transgression. Why not cease to break the laws of God? Why not seek to preserve themselves in a condition of health? This is what God requires of them. If Christians would bring all their appetites and passions under the control of enlightened conscience, feeling it a duty they owe to God and to their neighbor to obey the laws which govern life and health, they would have the blessing of physical and mental vigor; they would have moral power to engage in the warfare against Satan; and in the name of Him who conquered in their behalf, they might be more than conquerors on their own account.

All around us are the victims of depraved appetite, and what are you going to do for them? Can you not, by your example, help them to place their feet in the path of temperance? Can you have a sense of the temptations that are coming upon the youth who are growing up around us, and not seek to warn and save them? Who will stand on the Lord’s side? Who will help to press back this tide of immorality, of woe, and wretchedness, that is filling the world? We entreat of you to turn your attention to the work of overcoming. Those who shall at last have a right to the tree of life, will be those who have kept God’s commandments.

It is not an easy matter to overcome the appetite for narcotics and stimulants. But in the name of Christ this great victory can be gained. His love for the fallen race was so great that He made an infinite sacrifice to reach them in their degradation and through His divine power finally elevate them to His throne. But it rests with man whether Christ shall accomplish for him that which He is fully able to do. God cannot work against man’s will to save him from Satan’s artifices. Man must put forth his human power to resist and conquer at any cost; he must be a co-worker with Christ. Then, through the victory that it is his privilege to gain by the all-powerful name of Jesus, he may become an heir of God, and a partaker with Christ of His glory. No drunkard can inherit the kingdom of God; but “to him that overcometh will I grant to sit with Me in My throne, even as I also overcame, and am set down with My Father in His throne.”

UNCLE BEN’S STORY

I have a good mind to tell you a story,” said Uncle Ben, drawing his chair a little nearer the smiling group of young people which surrounded the table in the sitting room.

“Do, Uncle Ben,” they replied.

As Uncle Ben announced his intention of telling a story, all eyes were turned upon him. Mother laid aside her book and spectacles, and father leaned back in his easy chair to listen, for Uncle Ben’s stories were always worth hearing.

As uncle spoke, we wondered that he looked so sad. Placing his feet upon a footstool, he began:--

“Many years ago, after I had graduated at college, I had a strong desire for a situation on one of the railways that was then being built through the United States. Through the influence of my friends, I received a position as fireman on one of the leading roads.

“I soon won the esteem and good will of all of the officers and employees on the road. As time passed, the superintendent and I became deeply attached to each other. We were about the same age. There is nothing I would not do for Frank Benway. I realized the duties of my position and determined to discharge them honorably.

“But I was led away,--led down, down, where so many have gone before and since. I was induced by thoughtless associates to drink. One evening I had drunk more than usual, when Frank Benway came in. I did not see him until he touched me on the arm.

“‘Ben,’ said he, ‘come away! for my sake, come away.’

“He took my arm and led me out into the cool, night air. When he spoke again, it was in a pleading, sorrowful tone.

“‘Ben, for the sake of your mother, for the sake of the friendship between us, never drink again. Good night, my dear friend.’

“I went to my lodgings with a dizzy head and a heavy heart. I knew that my friend ought to turn me away from my situation, but he was too kindhearted, and had too much confidence in me, even yet, to do that. (I knew that he fully expected that I would heed his earnest entreaty.)

“But when I awoke the next morning, I again felt the strong thirst for liquor. In one of my pockets I found a flask, filled with brandy which I had procured the night before. I had started down the hill, and thought I could not resist the temptation to take just one more drink,--_just one more_.

“The Superintendent had gone down the road on an express train, early that morning, as there were some repairs to be made part way down the line, which he wished to superintend personally.

“Our train started in about an hour after the express. The engineer of the train had been detained at the other end of the road on account of sickness. I was alone on the engine, but the conductor had perfect confidence in my ability.

“I had never drunk enough to become intoxicated before, and no one on the train suspected that I had formed the fatal habit. I still continued to drink until I became so helpless I could not stand, and this was after I had taken my place in the cab of the engine.

“I fell against the tender soon after we got under way, and cut a severe gash in my forehead. I attempted to rise, but could not. My senses were clear, however, and I knew all that was passing with horrible reality.

“I had fallen in such a position that I could see out at one side between the tender and the engine. On, on we swept at lightning speed, with no hand to guide the train or to regulate its speed.

“We had just passed the point where they were making the repairs I spoke of, when, as we swept around a little bend in the road, I saw Frank Benway, a few rods ahead of us, walking swiftly up the track. Suddenly I saw him step upon a bit of stone which lay there, and, slipping, his foot was caught between the ground and the rail.

“O how he struggled to rise, but could not! On we rushed. My poor friend’s pitiful efforts to rise were in vain. And it is still the bitterest moment of my life that at that moment I was too intoxicated to reverse the engine, which I might have done, probably in time to have saved his life!

“There I lay, bound by the horrible chains which I had forged for myself. I could not move! Frank saw me, for he had fallen across the track on the side where I lay on the cab floor. He held out both hands to me, as if to say: ‘Help me, Ben, help me’!

“In another moment I was so near that I could look into his eyes, and the next, they were closed forever. A brakeman who saw Frank when we passed over him, now rushed to the engine, and finding me lying disgracefully stupid, I suppose divined it all. He stopped the train.

“Frank’s remains were gathered up, and I was taken to my home, a raving maniac. None on the train save this brakeman suspected I had been drunk. He kept my secret--why I never knew. Perhaps he thought I was punished enough. I was ill with brain fever for a long time.

“After I recovered, I _never_ tasted another drop of liquor. It seemed as if I was more than a murderer. Afterward, when I went on the road again, I was a changed man. I gradually worked myself up until I became president of that road.

“Young friends, when you pass out from your parents’ care, there will be many temptations to allure you. Then, I trust, you will bear in mind the evening when you heard Uncle Ben’s sad story, told _in the twilight_ of his life.”

JACOB BELL’S VOW

Good-by, Jim Brown, you have got the last cent of my money that you will ever get,” said a poor, miserable looking wretch, as he turned to leave the bar-room of a hotel, where a large company of men sat drinking and carousing.

“I guess when you find a few cents, I shall get them, Jake,” answered the besotted landlord with a sneer, “but I tell you again that you will get no more drinks of me until you pay off the old debt.”

“Good-by, Jim Brown,” said old Jake again, “you will never get one cent of it, nor will you ever sell me another glass of strong drink.”

“Goin’ to sign the pledge, Jake?” queried another voice, “guess ’twill not do you much good if you do, for you like rum too well to keep it long.”

“Maybe I shall sign the pledge,” was the reply, “but I consider my word here, just as sacred and binding as a written pledge, and so I solemnly swear before God and man never to touch another drop of the accursed poison so long as I live,” and Jake retreated toward the door as he said it.

“Hold on, Jake, don’t go yet,” called out another voice, “come back and I will treat you. Here, landlord, give him a good glass of whiskey to make him better natured.” But Jake never looked toward the speaker, and still kept moving slowly toward the door.

“You will try in vain, I guess,” he slowly said, “for I have drunk my last glass of liquor, God helping me,” and old Jake Bell walked away.

“Wonder what has got into the old fool,” said one of the bar-room loungers, “for I never knew him to refuse a glass of whiskey before.”

“Guess he’ll come back before many days go by,” was heard from another part of the room.

“Suppose that old Jake should reform,” said one who had not spoken before, “I never saw him with such a fit on, and if he should stick to what he said, Landlord Brown has lost one of his best customers.”

“And a few shillings besides,” chimed in another voice.

“Guess he has not lost much by old Jake Bell, for if I’m not mistaken, his money has been quite an advantage to Jim Brown for a number of years,” was the reply.

“Stop your noise, will you?” said the landlord, with a scowl on his face, “I’ll take care of old Jake.”

“Perhaps he’ll take care of himself,” was his reply, “and I think he would do quite as well, and his wife and children would be the gainers.”

“Stop your infernal noise, Bill Gray, or leave the room,” yelled the landlord, growing black with passion.

“If I do go,” said Bill quietly, “I shall go as old Jake did, never to come back again. You know that what Bill Gray says, he means.”

* * * * *

Susan Bell sat by the low window of her house, looking out upon the beautiful landscape, bathed with the golden rays of the setting sun. There was an expression of pain and sadness upon her face, and occasionally a tear gleamed in her faded eyes.

We doubt if the glory of the fields and the sky had awakened one cheerful thought in her heart, and if it did, the dark clouds of misery soon turned the ray of sunlight to gloom again. Ah! the bright hopes of other days had long ago died out from the heart of Susan Bell, and the gray shadows of wretchedness had long thronged her pathway.

But the time had been when this wretched woman had seen bright days of happiness, though they appeared now like some fairy dream, which cast its mocking glory upon the barren wastes of life.

Strong drink had destroyed the hopes of poor Susan Bell, and driven peace and plenty away from the once cheerful fireside. It had ruined the prospects of Jacob Bell, and made him a miserable, besotted wretch. In other days he had been loved and respected, for he possessed many noble, generous qualities, and he seemed likely to become a man of more than ordinary usefulness in the world.

But he became possessed with a thirst for strong drink, and so started upon the fearful road of sin and ruin. His children once made music in their home, but after he began his career of sin and shame, disease laid its hand upon two of them, and they died.

Mrs. Bell did not murmur as the death angel claimed them, for she saw the storm that was gathering. It came all too soon, and then she thanked God that there were only two children left to suffer the abuse of a drunken father and to bear the heavy load of want and poverty. Jim Brown had taken the earnings of the husband and father for many years, and in return, gave him the deadly poison that made him a brute and deadened every impulse of nobleness.

“He has gone to Brown’s, as usual,” said Susan Bell to herself. “Oh, how I wish that he would not go there so often! He will never even try to reform as long as he goes there to spend his leisure hours.”

A tear dropped from her eyes as she looked in the direction of the village tavern. “It will do no good to hope any longer, for he will never do any better,” she said half aloud.

The sun went down behind the western mountain and twilight began to gather over the earth. Still Susan Bell sat by the low window, looking toward the now lighted bar-room. “Why! he is coming!” she exclaimed, as she saw the well known form of her husband, coming down the street, in the twilight. “How strange that Jacob should come home so early; I wonder what it means.”

Jacob walked steadily into the house, and in a pleasant voice asked: “Susan, will you get some supper? I am very hungry.”

“We have but little to eat, Jacob,” was the reply, “but I will get you what we have.”

“Have we any coffee?”

“No, but perhaps I can borrow a little of Mrs. Blake.”

“Have we any flour or sugar, Susan,” was the next inquiry.

“None,” was the reply.

“Then I will go and buy some,” said Jacob. “Mr. Grant is owing me for a half day’s work, and I guess he can pay me.”

Susan Bell’s heart beat very fast as her husband started out again. “Oh, if he does not stop at Brown’s!” she exclaimed to herself.

He did not stop at Brown’s, although a dozen voices called to him as he was passing by. “I think you will not succeed,” he said quietly, as he walked toward home.

“Now, make me a cup of coffee, Susan,” he said, as he placed several small packages upon the table.

His wife quickly obeyed, and in a short time Jacob sat down to a better supper than he had had for many a day.

“I am very tired to-night,” he said, as he finished the meal, “but please call me early in the morning, Susan, for I am going to work for Mr. Grant. I have taken the job of building his barn, and want to get it well started this week.”