Worse Than Famine, Pestilence, and War
Worse than famine, pestilence, and war is the blasting, blighting, devouring breath of old King Alcohol. His victims every year that pass out into the dread unknown, number millions; and his constant dupes and willing and unwilling bond-slaves number millions more. And yet Christian people pass on amid the enslaved and dying unmoved. Nay, more, many assist by vote, by example, and by influence in various ways to perpetuate the reign of the dreadful tyrant. Doting and indulgent mothers foster in their little ones appetites which make more sure their future doom. “How long, O Lord, how long?”