For many years I was a miserably unhappy man, owing in great measure to my failure to find in the various denominations that religious comfort for which my soul craved. Like the dove which Noah released from the ark, I could find no sure foundation for the sole of my foot, and being absolutely without hope in the present, and seeing nothing but despair in the future, I sought the agency of liquor as a quick and certain means, as I then believed, of ending my misery in death.
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