Are you, little girl, little boy, going to join the army of drunkards? No, indeed! you think; but probably no one who has become a drunkard ever intended to do so. They all began
with one glass, a few drops of some alcoholic liquor,—cider, wine, or beer perhaps,—and thus learned to love the taste of alcohol, and soon became its slaves. For this poison has the strange power of making those who drink it want more and more of itself, though they know it is doing them harm.
The only safety is in letting alcoholic liquors alone, forever.
BLACKBOARD OUTLINE.
| ALCOHOLIC LIQUORS HURT The body, The mind, and The soul; AND MAKE PEOPLE | |||
| WASTE Money, Talents, and Time. | LOSE Strength, Health, and Good name. | UNFIT TO Think, or Work. | UNFIT TO SERVE Themselves, Their neighbor, or GOD. |
STORIES ABOUT THE HARM DONE BY ALCOHOL.[[6]]
A YOUNG BEGINNER.—The hardest drinker I ever knew commenced on cider when he was only five years old. He would go to the barrel of cider in the cellar, which had been put there to make vinegar, and, getting a straw, would suck all the cider he wanted; and then, after he had played awhile, he would go back and get more. He kept on drinking alcoholic liquors of some kind, until he died a drunkard.
CIDER DELIRIUM.—Dr. J.H. Travis, of Masonville, N.Y., was once called to a child six years old, who was raving in the wildest delirium. His symptoms were so peculiar that he questioned the family closely, and found that the day previous, at a raising, the child had drank freely of cider. After the men left he had procured a straw and gone to the barrel and drank till he was senseless, and after this the delirium
came on. He exhibited undoubted symptoms of delirium tremens. Cider was the common beverage of the family. Dr. Travis has been called to several other cases of delirium tremens from the use of cider.—Mrs. E.J. Richmond.