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The Drunkard’s Lament

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Seventh-day Adventist Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Oct 27, 1881

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 7, No. 40.

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The Drunkard’s Lament

By The Signal

WHAT a fool I am, says a drunkard. Will these limbs that now tremble like an aspen ever again be steady? Will this burning fever be quenched? The ample fortune my father gave me is gone with my health and happiness, where demons in human shape, deal out destruction in the wine cup. Is there no revenge? No, no, no! I am my own destroyer, and they—the wretches who have swept away my all, have protection of law covered by a license, granted by my native State, but no protection for me and my starving wife and children.—The Signal.