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A few months later he filled a drunkard's grave. In one hospital in Memphis I found in one corner a female soldier, Charlie. She was in both Bull Run battles, and four others she named; besides, she had endured long marches. Here she was taken violently ill with typhoid fever, and for the first time her sex became known. She was large and rather coarse-featured, and of indomitable will.
In this harmless little man who could not save himself every mother saw her boy, her girl; one a drunkard-to-be perhaps, the other mayhap a drunkard's wife and the mother of more drunkards. Seth's eyes blazed around Billy's crowded office and he waited for the question that he knew he would be asked: "Well Seth you voting the town dry this morning?" And then Seth let loose.
Tremblingly, shaken with anguish, he saw himself unfit to look into the eyes of a woman such as this. Like loathsome images of a drunkard's nightmare scenes that were past came to him. Upon his lips were kisses that stung and festered, around his neck were the impress of arms that dragged him down, into his eyes stared other eyes taunting him with the evil glances that once seemed so dear.
The reception-room was sacred to the dead wife. Her shiny portrait hung upon the wall similar, doubtless, in all respects to the one which would be pasted on her tombstone. A little piece of black drapery had been tacked above the frame to lend a dignity to woe. But two of the tacks had fallen out, and the effect was now rakish, as of a drunkard's bonnet.
"More likely, they're at the palace picking up their knives." They rounded a corner, stepped over a man curled in the gutter snoring heavily and found themselves at the foot of a long flight of littered stone steps. "The Drunkard's Stairs are plainly marked," Magnan sniffed. "I hear sounds up there," Retief said. "Sounds of merrymaking." "Maybe we'd better go back."
A child may fear, a wife may weep, but of all sad things none other Seems half so sorrowful to me as being a drunkard's mother." At the sound of Mr. Troy's bell, Eleanor Graves vanished into his private office. Ten minutes later she came out, with a deep flush on her face and tears in her eyes.
Thus they uphold the use of the drunkard's cup as a beverage and even as a sacramental wine; and within my knowledge more than one poor man in our Church who was struggling to reform his life has been led back by partaking of it to drunkenness. A distinguished clergyman said in a letter to the writer:
It was evidently a pleasant holiday for the pair of them. I shut my eyes, and lay across the boxes as still as a dead man, trying to summon up enough courage to speak to the coastguard; and all the time the drunkard's song quavered and shook, and died down, and dragged on again, as though it would never end.
Do you remember in one of Tony Failing's books, 'Cast bitter bread upon the waters, and after many days it really does come back to you'? This had been true of my life; it will be equally true of a drunkard's, and I warn you to stop with me." "I can't stop after that cheque," said Stephen more gently. "But I do remember the ride. I was a bit bored myself."
For the man or woman given to drinking, when the troubles of life are no longer to be borne, some relief must be had. Make the lives of human beings more comfortable, make good food more plentiful, spread education and you will solve the problem of excessive drinking. You lucky, well-balanced ones talk much, and sincerely, of the horrors of drink, and of the drunkard's weakness.
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