WORDS PROPHETIC.
The liquor traffic will never see another hour of peace in this
country. Mrs. Carrie Nation has sounded the alarm. There's a growing
hatred of the saloon. The speaker has sworn hostility to an
institution that feeds on the bodies and souls of men. I will pay my
taxes like an honest man and not saddle by my vote, the burden on the
tempted and weak, who will pay them over the bar and throw his wife
and children on the charity of the public.
What shall the harvest be?
As a people for years we pressed to our hearts the evil of human
slavery. It was profitable, we thought, but every drop of blood let by
the slaver's lash, God made us pay back with blood of our own upon the
altar. Many fortunes were built up by slave labor, but how many of them
were left after the war? "Whatsoever a nation soweth that shall it
also reap." What shall the harvest be from the wild sowing of the
legalized saloon? Our own country is a partner in the business for the
of revenue. I pray God that the liquor traffic may be abolished from
America, without bloodshed, and yet who dares prophesy that it shall
be so. Much blood has been let in these long years by drunken husbands
and fathers. Many fortunes have been built up by the traffic. What
shall the end be?
Right shall prevail—
"For right is right, as God is God;
And right the day will win.
To doubt would be disloyalty,
To falter would be sin."
Listen to the voice of the 20th century prophet as it comes ringing
down the grooves of change: "The saloon is going! Perhaps not by
your political party or mine, your church or mine; but God reigns and
his people will awake. And as it lies dying at last amongst its bags of
gold, and we stand over it, as I pray we may, if it shall look up into
our faces and whisper: "Another million of revenue for a single breath
of life!" You will say, as I will: "NO! Down, down to hell and say
I sent thee thither."
