YOUR RECORD.

Feilding Star, Volume VI, Issue 86, 3 January 1885, Page 3

YOUR RECORD.

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A man in Hartford, Connecticut, came home drunk. His little boy, from three and-a-half to four years of age, ron forward to meet his father. Had that father been sober, the boy would have been nestling in his bosom; but he was drunk, and seizing the little fellow by ; the shoulder, he lifted him right over his head, and dashed him out of the second 1 story window, through sash, glass, and j i all ; and on the pavement below they I picked up the poor boy, with both his thighs broken. When a man is drunk , he does not know what he is about ; be has dethroned reason. And so, whether you laugh or cry at some of the follies of drunkenness ; whether you hold your sides with merriment, or the marrow stands cold in your bones — yet remember that drunkenness is debasing, blighting, blasting, scathing, mildewing, and damning to everything tliat is bright, noble, and beautiful. Young men, let me say to you— what an awful risk you run ! Did you ever wake up in the morning, nnd wonder how you got into your bed ? Did you ever lie in the morning, unable to think for the life of you what you did last nightP Down on your knees, down on your knees to-night, and thank God — that as you staggered forth, not knowins: what you were doing, He did not take your guardian angel from you in that hour, and leave you to plunge into utter ruin. Why, what is it ;to get drunk ? Here is one case that I 'knew ; and many of my friends were at the wedding — a gorgeous wedding, a grand wedding. Fiiteen hundred dollar* was the price paid for the flowers, sent expressly from New York. The house had been enlarged for the dancing. A fast young man and a beautiful girl were united. It was a gorgeous wedding, very merry and jolly, plenty of wine; but the bridegvoim got drunk r.nl with his clenched fist, two hours nfter they had been married, he struck lis bride i i the mouth, "Hush ! hush! don't say anything about it, don't let it get abroad. Hush ! hush ! it is only known to those here. He was drunk, and did not know what he was doing ; cover it up, cover it up." So they did. He went on his wedding excursion. Six weeks afterwards he got drunk again, and drew a pistt 1 on the wife thnt loved him. She felt her life was not safe, and went back to her father's house. He went directly to Toronto, in Canada. He got drunk again, killed a policeman, was tried, convicted, and sentenced to be hanged, in less than 90 days after his wedding. Some friends of mine interceded with the Government, and he is now in Kingston Penitentiary for life. Three drunks ! Three times intoxicated ! Oh, young men, has God spared you, and you have ever been drunk in your lives, down on your knees, and in the gratitude of your souls, declare that you will never again touch that which dethrones reason ! To be continued.