his morbid cravings, and regulate his words, thoughts and actions?  Yet these same persons will accuse, blame, and curse the man who does not control his appetite for alcohol, while his stomach is inflamed, blood vitiated, brain hardened, nerves exhausted, senses perverted, and all his feelings changed by the accursed stuff with which he has been poisoning himself to death, piecemeal, for years, and which suddenly, and all at once, manifests its accumulated strength over him.  In sixteen months I have fought a thousand battles, every one more fearful than the soldier faces upon the field of conflict, where it rains lead and hails shot and shell, and I have been victorious nine hundred and ninety-eight times.  How many of these who blame me would have been more successful?  A man does not come out of the flames of alcohol and heal himself in a day.  It is struggle and conflict, and woe; but at last, and finally, it is glorious victory.  And if my friends will not forsake me, I will promise them a victory over rum that shall be complete and entire.  I have neither the heart nor the desire to attempt a description of my drunk at Cincinnati.  Those who have never been in that condition could not understand it; and to those who have, it needs no description.

I was at the Galt House for about ten days, and during all that time I was as oblivious to all that was passing as if I had been dead and buried; I did not know day from night.  I have no remembrance of eating anything during the whole time I was there.  I only remember a burning thirst for whisky that seemed to be consuming me.  The more I drank, the more I wanted.  After the first four nights I could get no sleep, so I just staid up and drank all night, until, for the want of slumber, my whole body was torn with torment for long days and nights.  I knew from former experience what was the awful ending!  None who have ever even seen a victim cursed with delirium tremens will ever wish to look upon the like again.  No human language can describe it; but its scenes burn in the eyeball so deeply that they never pass away.  During the time, all the dread enginery of hell is planted in the victim’s brain and he subject to its terrible torments.  Most persons laugh at the idea of one having the tremens, and think it a sign of weakness.  But there is more disgrace and shame for the man who can drink liquor to intoxication for ten years, and escape the drunkard’s madness, than there is for the man who has had the tremens two or three times during that period.  Tremens are brought about by the effects of the liquor upon the brain and nerves, and the less brain or nerves a man has the less liable he is to be a subject of the tremens.  While in this situation the victim imagines that everything is real, and thinks and believes every object he sees actually exists.  With this explanation, I will now proceed to tell what I have seen, felt, and heard, while in that condition.