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THE NATURE, OCCASIONS, SIGNS, EVILS, AND REMEDY OF
BY LYMAN BEECHER, D. D.
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Six Sermons on the nature, occasions, signs, evils, and remedy of Intemperance. By Lyman Beecher, D. D.
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THE NATURE AND OCCASIONS OF INTEMPERANCE.
PROVERBS, xxiii. 29–35.
Who hath woe? who hath sorrow? who hath contentions ? who hath babbling? who hath wounds without cause? who hath redness of eyes?
They that tarry long at the wine; they that go to seek mixed wine.
Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth his colour in the cup, when it moveth itself aright. At the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder. Thine eye shall behold strange women, and thine heart shall utter perverse things. Yea, thou shalt be as he that lieth down in the midst of the sea, or as he that lieth upon the top of a mast. They have stricken me, shalt thou say, and I was not sick ; they have beaten me, and I felt it not: when shall I awake? I will seek it yet again.
This is a glowing description of the sin of intemperance. None but the pencil of inspiration, could have thrown upon the canvass so many and such vivid traits of this complicated evil, in so short a compass. It exhibits its woes and sorrows, contentions and babblings, and wounds and redness of eyes; its smiling deceptions in the beginning, and serpent-bite in the end; the helplessness of its victims, like one cast out upon the deep ; the danger of destruction, like that of one who sleeps upon the top of a mast; the una