South Carolina Temperance Advocate

The Loved Ones at Home,—Go ask the inebriate where are the loved ones at home; and how often will he tell you that they are gone. and that he has no home! The fire once burned brilliantly upon his hearth-stone, and the smiles of a young and an affectionate wife swelled his noble heart with joy and he was truly happy. The children of his pure and hallowed were about him; the dimpled hands and sunny locks elicited from the deep fountain of his pure and manly heart the strong current of a father's affections.

Ah! years ago, and the wild seducer has led him from affluence and respectability down to poverty and disgrace! The rose upon his wife's cheek was blanched; the dimpled hands and cheeks of his dear little ones were reduced to skeletons by neglect and want; the warm affections of his heart were gone; no noble aspirations flamed within his manly breast; all! all! are in ruins! Delirium tremens have seized upon him: his wife has been laid in the silent tomb, and her little ones by her side—he only remains of his once happy family ; he only left to tell the sad tale of his fall!

He commenced his downward career as a fashionable. moderate drinker—planting himself upon the weak idea that he never would be a drunkard. Such has been the fate of many a noble spirit; they have been decoyed from home—entirely unconscious that Rum is winning them away from their families.

Then, Moderate Drinker, when you are about to lift the sparkling goblet to your lips, remember that the next will advance you that much farther in the course of the Drunkard!

Remember the Loved Ones at Home!