BROTHER GARDENER ON DRUNKENNESS.

Dunstan Times, Issue 1066, 29 September 1882, Page 4

BROTHER GARDENER ON DRUNKENNESS.

“ Am Brndder Abraham Scott in de hall dis evenin’?” inquired tlie President, as he looked down the aisles. “Yes, sah,” answered a voice from a north-west corner. “ Den please step dis way.” Brother Scott scuffled forward, his head down, and his countenance betraying about seventeen different emotions, and as he reached the mark the President continued;— “ Brndder Scott, in gwine ober to de o’e man Johnson’s las’ nite, to borrow a hunk o’ butter for breakfast. I discovered some one lyin’ on de side walk. My first thought was to yell murder. My next thought was to smell of his breaf. Dat s tiled the case at once. It wasn’t amu der, but a case of drunk I turned de subject ober to git a good look at his face, and who d’ye s’pose it was?” Brother Scott gazed straight at a bust of Venus, and had nothing to say. “ It was Brudder Scott,” whispered the President. “ A though two of his chi’d en am har’fut, his wife needs cleze, an’ he hasn’t a dozen taters in de house, he has taken good money from his pocket an paid itont for f ad whiskey. He wasn’t a man when I found him. He was a hog—a great big hog! I could smell his breaf six feet avva} - , a ’ it would have made a dog sick He had lost Ins hat, rolled in cle slush, an’ den fallen into a stuporish sleep T got help an’ toted him home, an’ to night lie comes (o dis meetin’ to have a Wote among men who work bird, respect demselves and live sober lives ” “ Ize sorry, sail ” “ No doubt of it, but dat am no defense. A fool excites pity, kase God made him dat way. A lunatic draws sympathy, kase he has met wid mis fortune. A drunkard arouses miffi ’ but contempt. He deliberately goes at it to make a brute of hisself. You hah heard me speak of dis matter on sel eral previous occasions, an’ you know how de majority oh dis club feels on de su jeck. In de las two months you bab been foun’ drunk fo’ times ” “ Yes. sah ; but IT quit.” “ I hope you will, but I doubt it. You had ebery thing to lose gettin’ (hunk de fust time. You hah lost character, respect, money and standiu’. and dars lettle hope dat von will see any reason to quit We kin guard agin thieves by lockin’ up our money. Wo kin put de murderers in prison an’ haveouf’er de way. We kin expose the liar an’ kiver him wid confusion. Rut de drunkard - de hog—he beast—who kin trust him ? Who kin b>lieve in him ? Who wants bis society ? Who am not degraded by walking beside him? Brudder Scott, you am a bounced man ! Your name will be crossed from oir lolls; "you will be refused admission heah, an’ we shall forgit dat you were ever mimered wid us Let ns now attack de re/lar order ob business —Detroit Free Press.