dressed child and it will tell you that it amounts to $3 a month, almost $40 a year; $400 in ten years; $800 in twenty years. Or if you spend a quarter a day, that is $7 a month; $90 a year; $900 in ten years; $1800 in twenty. And all for what? You have heard tell of the man who invested his fortune in fireworks and fired it all off in the air. Well, the drunkard is still more foolish, since he fires the rockets down his own throat. Again, drink undermines his constitution and shatters his nervous system, so that he becomes a blear-eyed, haggard, slovenly wreck. Then by and by comes that horror of horrors — delirium tremens. God bless and save us, friends, that is a thing too terrible even to talk about. But what is the spiritual state of such a one? A soul fetid with innumerable sins of drunkenness and impurity, and without the remedies of sins — without prayer, without a Church, without a God. It was well said that "for the drunkard the grave doth gape thrice wider than for other men." But more terrible are the words of Isaias: "Woe to the drunkard, for hell hath enlarged its soul and opened wide its mouth to receive him."
Secondly, drunkenness affects the drunkard's family. As well might I attempt to enumerate every moan and sigh of the winter wind, and every drop of rain that falls from heaven, as tell you of all the moans and sighs and tears of the drunkard's heartbroken mother, wife, and children. See for yourself; it is under your very eyes. Ask the careworn, sickly child why he cries and he will answer: " Father is
