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the art of makind and has ran his race of folly and that poor - when his nerves become eaten to shred when deliverance tremors seizes upon his fevered brain - when hateful jealousy obtain complete control of his person and all his dearest friends appear plotting his destruction - when his tormented ineagruation creates and causes to float before his eyes horrid images of armed men brandishing their swords in his face - of serpents with their venomous fangs flying through the air, and nestling in his hair - of friends grinning with exultation eagerly waiting to bear him away - then the wrath of man is made to praise hi, to vindicate is honor - to proclaim his law. The way of transgressions is hard. Upon him who grossly violates the physical laws of his being the Judge in this life visits his judgments a forelaste of that eternal punishment which awaits the wicked. In the drunkards miserable life and terrible death we see the displeasure of God is clearly as we do that of the civil aim in the public execution of the murderer. Who is it that dares attempt to stifle this divine voice - to close the ears of the world against its heavenly teachings. It is that man who seeing the millions whom alcohol has slain without being urged on by the almost irresistable