Marriage Vows Melted in the Fiery Liquid—Look upon the drunkard’s home. Mark the squalid poverty, the wretchedness, the unutterable woe that are reigning there. See the once happy wife fleeing before her maniac husband. Hear her plead for mercy as the cruel blows fall on her shrinking form. Where are the sacred vows made at the marriage altar? where is the love to cherish, the strength to protect her now? Alas, these have been melted like precious pearls in the fiery liquid, the cup of abominations! Look upon those half-naked children. Once they were cherished tenderly. No wintry storm, nor the cold breath of the world’s contempt and scorn, was permitted to approach them. A father’s care, a mother’s love, made their home a paradise. Now all is changed. Day by day the cries of agony wrenched from the lips of the drunkard’s wife and children go up to heaven.—The Review and Herald, November 8, 1881.