THE NA -T NI - A' TEMPERANCE ORATOR. A NEW AND CHOICE COLLEOTION OF Prose and Poetical Articles and Selections, for Publie Readizngs, Addresses, and Recitations, TOGETHER WITH A SERIES OF DIALOGUES, DESIGNED For the Use of all Teizperalce P7orkers andti Speaker Divisions, Lodges, _lz'enile Tenzerance Societies, Schools, etc., etc. EDITED BY MISS L. PENNEY. NEw YORK: The National Temperance Society and Publication House, 58 READE STREET. 1881. I " I I - Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year x874, by J. N. STEARNS, In t,re Cf,Ece of the Librarian of Congress, Washingto., D.C. J. Ross & Co., PR!NTRRS AND STIrhOTYP.RS, 27 ROSs ST., N. Y R\i I 'i; . ee i I , I 4 ' -. CONTENTS. PROSE. PAGE A Drunken Soliloquy in a Coal Cellar,.... Agitate; or, The Two Masters,. 51 A Righteous Demand,.. 200 A Word of Warning,... 133 A Word to Young Men,. 195 Beware I........ 126 Christian Responsibility,.. 37 Cold-Water Greeting,... 91 Death and Drinking,... 43 Dod's Sermon on Malt,.. 25 Drinking for Health,.. 120 Facts Worth Knowing,.. 95 Girls and Tobacco,... 29 Give Me Back My Husband!. 74 Indictment of the Traffic,. 158 Introductory,... 180 Intemperance the Great Social Battle of the Age,... 189 Its Name is Legion,... 140 King Alcohol....... 40 Make it a Political Question,. 198 Moral Sentiment,..... 115 Necessity of Perseverance,.. 186 S PAGr No Man has a Right to be Neutral, 111 Objections Against Abstinence,. 106 Opposite Examples, 1. 170 Our Warfare,.... 66 Our Cause is Christ's Cause,. 148 Power of Organization,.. 47 Prohibition,........ 79 Shall We Fail?.... 129 Sober Reflections,.. 85 Take Hold,.. 384 Ten Reasons,.... 89 Temperance and Religion,. 87 The Cold-Water Army,.. 136 The Curse of Alcohol,... 154 The Decanter and the Dram-Shop, 70 The Liquor Revenue,.. 144 The Liquor Interest,.. 183 The Natural Beverage,. 152 The Pledge I the Pledge!.. 174 The Question of the Hour,.. 9 The Reform Will Go On,.. 61 The Rottenness of Moderation,. 56 The Sluggard, the Beast, and the Drunkard,.... 192 I, Z Contents. PAGE . 98 Who isSafb?.. ~ 163 Will it Pay?.. . 13 Woman's Work,.. W 22 Work and Resultse, POETRY. A Boast of King Bacchus,.. 168 A Child's Vow,.... 104 A Mission,..... 38 A Moderate Drinker's Soliloquy,. 55 A Model Temperance Speech,. 69 An Acrostic on the Word Distillery, 98 Anti-Catawba,.... 50 A Teetotaler's Apology,.. 151 A Teetotaler-why?... 162 Be Brave, My Brother,... 105 Belshazzar's Feast,... 160 Come and Join Us,... 130 Don't Drink I..... 140 Drunk in the Street,.. 194 Filled with Wine,... 127 Found Dead,.... 23 Found Dead Drunk,.. 85 Give us Good Laws,... 27 Going Down-Hill,... 65 How Jamie came Home,.. 176 "I have Signed the Pledge,". 143 I have Drunk my Last Glass," 146 I'll take What Father Takes,. 20 .. I' * * 24 n. 84 J. 73 L. 188 .. o80 .. 32 ' Tihat's .. 172 hen it is ., 90 . * 88 .. 171 *. 68 ~. 138 ~. 128 ~. 44 ~. 185 ..154 .. 15 . 46 * * 76 . 122 Lulu's Speech, Men Wanted, Mind the Door, My Grandpa,. Never Begin, No Drunkards There, No Drunkard in Heaven, Old Rye makes a Speech, One Hundred Thousand, Onward, Only Sixteen, One Night with Gin, 6 PAGE . 17 . 82 167 - . 205 The Temperance Enterprise,: Th,L- True Remedy,.. Two Methods of Reform,. What will You Take?.. I k 0 4 Contents. PAGE . 199 . 110 . 124 .. 13.2 . 12 . 156 . 42 . 101 . 42 . 71 . 114 . 190 . 191 . 134 . 59 . 89 . 93 . 109 . 19 . 193 . 96 . 135 * 48 . 81 Onward and Upward,. Pitcher or Jug.. Prohibition,... "Pure Liquor,'" T Rum,. *. Seventy-six and Now,. Smoking and Snuffing, Song of the Water, Strong Drink,. "Stand to Your Guns," Streams of Pure Water, E. Take a Stand,.T The Bards of Bacchus,. The Children's Army,. The Cry of the Earth, The Drunklen Mother, The Drunkard,. The Drink! the Drink I The Good Time Coming, @ The Graded Alphabet,. The Little Armies, The Little Boy's Song,. The Little Shoes,.W 'be Modern Goliath-Alcohol, The Mouse and Her Promise, The Modern Cain, The Rain-Drops, The Scolding Old Dame, The Seven Ages of Intempe rance, The Temperance Millennium, The Terrible Drink, The Temperance Giant, The Whiskey Ring,. The Wreckers,. The Year that is to Come, The Youthful Advocate, Tobacco, Unjust Gains, Vote Yes, or No, Vote It Out, Where are You Going, Youn Man? What is the Liquor-Shop? Wine is a Mocker, Wide Awakee, Work and Pray, Ye Sons of Our Nation, PAGE 197_... 202 63 78 153 28 39 181 35 165 118 142 45 86 99 112 117 179 t4 58 . 58 . 1i 7 i Contents. DIALOGUES. PAGE Ba.. 209 kard,. e 222 B n. a. 267 Bse,.. 228 *. * 249 ... 226 .. 215 H.. 280 e World Tee... 270 ~. 236 .. 240 ~.. 254 ... 275 *..a u Independence,. Learning to Smoke, Likes and Dislikes, Little Bessie, Little Brown Jug, New Cider,.. PAGII . 278 . 214 * 2A3 . 2,47 * 259 . 256 . 217 . 244 . 283 . 232 . 286 . 2. . 255 . 221 . m Questions and Answers, Smoking,... Taking a Stand,... Temperance Alphabet,. The Choice of Trades,. The Crooked Tree, The Fountain and the Still,. The Motto of Oar Order,. The New Pledge,... The Pump and the Tavern,. Things Worth Knowing, Using Tobacco,... We will Stand by the Flag, What Rum Will Do,.. Young Temnpera Orator,. THE NATIONAL TEMPERANCE ORATOR. THE QUESTION OF THE JOU, How feel temperance men? How beat the temperance heart and pulse in reference to the emergencies of the hour? The day for declamation on this great question has gone by. We want facts; we want arguments; we want prayer to God; we want personal work; we want votes-all of them. If we get enough of all, we will have success; if we fail in any, we will fail in a vital particular. The great question of the hour is the question arising out of the decanter and the dram-shop. Some man says, "The question of the hour is the labor question." Quaint old Thomas Carlyle said: " The labor question as I see it is just this: that every man does as little as he can, and gets as much as he can for it." Friends, the true solution of all the labor difficulties to-day is not how many hours the working-man shall work, and on what precise conditions he shall work, but how he shall save his money from the insatiate gullet of the dram-shop when he has earned it. That is the most practical aspect of the labor question. Another man says: "The real question is political corruption-how to purify our politics." Purify our politics! Do you know that our politics have t 10. The Question of the -our. been rotted to the very core by the dram-shop? Bear in mind there will be no purification of American politics that ignores the bottle and the dram-shop. Another man says: "The question of the day is to reduce taxation." Who that is here does not long for the reduction of taxation? What is the cause of most of the taxation? The bottle and the dram-shop! Strike at these, and you have done more to reform political corruption, you have done mnore for the laboring classes, you have done more for their riddance from the burden of taxation, than by any and all other methods combined. And so I might start one question after another which men think to be the question of the day, and you will find this one underlying them all. I go further. I believe that the perpetuity and success of republican government in the United States of America depend more on overthrowing this master-peril and master-curse than any man of us, perhaps, can estimate or even conceive of. So let us as patriots, philanthropists, and lovers of our Lord and Master, that stand confronting this tremendous question, " How shall we deliver our whole society and the state from the curse of the decanter and the dram-shop?" look at it practically. The decanter is to be reached by personal persuasion, and by every man, woman, and child putting it away. The dram-shop is to be reached partially by that method, and partially by stringent legislation; for I hold it to be as fundamental as any principle of our Declaration of Independence that every commnunity has a right to abate a public nuisance, and to express by its suffrage whether or not such a nuisance shall exist among them. REV. T. L. CUYLER, D.D. In the Cuap. JN THE UP., THERE is grief in the cup! I saw a proud mother set wine on the board; The eyes of her son sparkled bright as she poured The ruddy stream into the glass in his hand. The cup was of silver; the lady was grand In her satins and laces; her proud heart was glad In the love of her fair, noble son; but oh! sad, Oh! so sad ere a year had passed by, And the soft light had gone from her beautiful eye. For the boy that she loved, with a love strong as death, In the chill hours of morn, with a drunkard's foul breath, And a drunkard's fierce oath, reeled and staggered his way To his home, a dark blot on the face of the day. There is shame in the cup! The tempter said, " Drink!" and a fair maiden quaffed Till her cheeks glowed the hue of the dangerous draught; The voice of the tempter spoke low in her ear Words that once would have started the quick, angry tear; But wine blunts the conscience, and wine dulls the brain. She listened and smiled, and he whispered again; He lifted the goblet; "Once more," he said, "drink!" And the soul of the maiden was lost in the brink. There is death in the cup! A man in God's image, strong, noble, and grand, With talents that crowned him a prince of the land, Sipped the ruddy red wine-sipped it lightly at first, Until from its chains broke the demon of thirst; I I Rum. And thirst became master, and man became slave, And he ended his life in the drunkard's poor grave; Wealth, fame, talents, beauty, and life swallowed up. Grief, shame, death, destruction are all in the cup. ELLA WHEELER. SU M, A SONG for the rights of man The day of his triumph has come, And women and children have no rights In this glorious age of rum. Rum for the laborer's arm; Rum for the scholar's head; Rum for the man that lies in the street, And the man that lies in the bed. Drunk! drunk! drunk! On Jefferson, Market, and Main; Drunk! drunk! drunk! Till the lamp-posts reel again! The little girls have no bread; The boys have no shoes to their feet; The grate is as cold as the pavement-stones; The father is drunk in the street. Drunk! drunk! drunk! There's whiskey at every door, There's a palace for whiskey on every square, But no shelter for the poor. There is darkness in the halls; The voice of joy is dumb; And the graves, and the jails, and the lunatic cells Are filled with the spoils of rum. I2 Two Methods of Reform.e A boat has left our shores, To the Southern market bound; But the pilot was drunk, and the boat sunk, And a hundred people were drowned There was whiskey enough for all, But not a life-boat to save; For the beauty of woman and the strength of man There was a watery grave. Drunk! drunk! drunk! Let the world do all it can; We will not barter our rights away To drink is the right of man. To the city fathers we call: If you have children and wives, How can you turn your eyes away When we plead with you for our lives? If you have hearts of flesh, Hear us, while we entreat That you break the foul, deceitful snare Set for our naked feet. If you regard us not, And no compassion take, When the Lord demands your stewardship, What answer will you make? Two }ETHODS OF fEFORM, THE temperance reform, broad as it is, divides itself naturally into two branches; it is. a reform of two methods. It is a reform, you know, in the first place, of the individual; it is a struggle against inward temptation; and then, as applied to society, it is a struggle against the outward incitement. So that, again, it divides itself into moral and legal suasion. We need moral suasion, 1 3 Two Methods of Reform. of course, as the foundation of everything; we need correct public sentiment as the foundation of all correct action, and nobody can overvalue this. It is always to be present in our efforts, and nobody should think, if we make but little mention of it in our conventions, that we therefore ignore it. It is because we do not wish perpetually to go laying again the foundations. The foundations have been laid. We all believe in it; we all know it; we were all brought up to appreciate the value of it; and we do not wish to be repeatedly naming to wearisomeness the platitudes that have been repeated so often in regard to this caulse. We know it all by heart; we value and cling to it, and we expect to as long as we are engaged in this temperance warfare. But out of this grows the necessity for legal suasion. I have a very short method with those who advocate moral suasion alone. I say, "Practise it upon yourself first. Persuade yourselves first to be total-abstinence men; for ninetenths of the men who talk about this are not totalabstinence men themselves. Persuade yourselves, then try it upon your neighbor; then go hand-in-hand with those noble organizations that are lifting up the weak. Do t'he work of moral suasion; lift men up fromn the gutter; and then, depend upon it, there will be no man more earnest and pronounced than you in an effort to make the streets safe for the men whom you have rescued from the gutter." No man who has a Christian heart, who has wept and prayed over the victim of intemperance, and has succeeded in elevating him into the image of God, with a clean heart and a pure soul-no man trembles more than that man when he sends him forth to his daily work, to run the gauntlet of the legalized grogshops that lie in his path; and no matter what that mnan's theory may have been when he started, he comes back from the work of benevolence indignant at the civilization that allows the weak to be tempted back to destruction again by this public incitement to vice and iniquity. 14 One Hundred Thousand. So that let every man follow moral suasion to the end, not with mouth and word only, but with the heart and hand, and I will risk his feeling upon this subject of legal suasion- HON. R. C. PITMAN. PNE XUNDRED THOUSAND. ONE hundred thousand men Gay youth and silvered headOn every hill, in every glen, In palace, cot, and loathsome den, Each year, from rum, lie dead! One hundred thousand sons of toil Yearly find graves in freedom's soil, From rum, good friends, from rum! On many a wooded plain Their glittering axes rung; Homes for their loved ones dear to gain, They tilled the soil, and plowed the main; They taught with pen and tongue. Our brothers-living by our sideThey tasted-fell and sadly died From rum, good friends, from rum! Up many a fortress wall They charged, with boys in blue, 'Mid surging smoke and volleyed ball, These they survived-only to fall From rum? Can it be true? Once noble men-perchance our prideOne hundred thousand MEN have died, This year, good friends, from rum! 15 Ye Sons of Our Nation. One hundred thousand hearths Are rendered desolate. And must it be forever thus? Must children's children feel the curse? Friends, shall we vacillate? Or shall our people now awake, And with loud voice the nation shake, And cry, AWAY WITH RUM? yE EONS OF PUP RATION. YE sons of our nation, Of every vocation, Arm now for the battle Of freedom and right! When true men are wanted, No heart should be daunted; For liberty's cause Let all freemen unite. Speed on with ambition True, sound prohibition, And save sixty thousand From-falling each year; And all future ages, In history's pages, Shall tell the proud story To nations afar. Shall earth's richest treasure Yield to such sinful pleasure, And golden grains wave Over valley and plain, i6 Who is Safe? That malsters may gather, To curse son and father, That innocent joys Shall be theirs ne'er again? Let malster and brewer, And every wrong-doer, Find callings consistent With God's holy plan, And Satan's host tremble, While true men assemble To pass the good law That shall elevate man! Then arm for the battle! Let truth's cannon rattle; And soon..from his strongholds The tyrant shall flee; And thousands now living, In strains of thanksgiving Shall swell the glad chorus, "Our country is free!" IHO IS PAFE? IT is indeed a terrible tyrant, the insatiate monster of intemperance. In the thousands of years that have elapsed since the sacred Word came from inspiration, every year has been realized the truthfulness of that series of striking and startling questions: "Who hath woe? Who hath sorrow? Who hath strife? Who hath babbling? Who hath wounds without cause? Who hath redness of eyes? They that tarry long at the wine, 17 Who is Safe. they that go to seek mixed wine." We speak of the horrors of war, and there are horrors in war. Carnage, and bloodshed, and mutilation, and empty sleeves, and broken frames, and widows' weeds, and children's woes, and enormous debt, and grinding taxation, all come from war, though even war may be a necessity to save a nation's life. But they fail iri all their horrors compared with those that flow from intemperance. We shudder as we read of the ravages of the pestilence that walked abroad at noonday; but the pestilence, like war, kills only the body, and leaves the soul unharmed. But all sink into insignificance when compared with the sorrow, and anguish, and woe that-follow in the train of this conqueror of fallen humanity. My friends, from the most learned professions, from the bench and the bar, from even the sacred desk, this demon, like death, has seemed to love tq choose a shining mark. Not the narrow soul and heart, not the one who clutches the pennies in his grasp, are the most in danger; but the genial, large-hearted men, who are not fortified as we are fortified by the determination not to yield to the first temptation. None of them are safe. From every profession he has drawn his victims. There is but one class whence he has never drawn any. The coronet on the brow of the noble of the earth, the grandest statesmanship, the highest culture,- the most brilliant eloquence, have not saved men. There is but one class that has defied him, and will to the end. It is we who stand, God helping us, with our feet on the rock of safety, against which the waves of temptation may dash, but they shall dash in vain. I implore you to come and stand with us. I plead with you, for I believe that all mankind are my brethren. SCHUYLER QOLFAX. 18 T/e Good Time Coming. THE JCOOD TIM.E COAING. I KNOW when the good time coming, That seems so far awaySuch a distant, dim to-morrow Shall be a glad to-day! It will be when all the maidens Shall place beneath the ban Of their indifferent scorning, Each tippling, drinking man. When every girl and woman Who knows enough to think, Shall tell her would-be lovers: " I wed no slave of drink. No devotee of Bacchus Need bow before my shrine, And offer a heart divided Between me and his wine." If all the noble women Would tell their lovers this, "The lips that touch the wine-cup Our own can never kiss," I'm sure'twould answer better Toward helping on the cause, And making men abstainers, Than half a dozen laws. But if women will not do it, Why, then, we'll work away With laws and books and lectures; But still I think and say, ig 20 I'll Take what Father Takes. If girls would go about it, Each, every one, and all, They could sweep away the traffic, And crush old Alcohol. Hurrah! for the valiant maidens, The maidens tried and true, Who will not wed wine-bibbers! Are you among the few? If so, then you are hasting The great good time to come; If not, then you are helping That fiend and demon, Rum. ELLA WHEELER. J LL TAKE'THAT FATHER TAKES. 'TWAS in the flow'ry month of June, The sun was in the west, When a merry, blithesome company Met at a public feast. Around the room rich banners spread, And garlands fresh and gay; Friend greeted friend right joyously Upon that festal day. The board was filled with choicest fare; The guests sat down to dine; Some called for "bitter," some for " stout," And some for rosy wine. I'll Take what Father Takes. Among this joyful company, A modest youth appeared; Scarce sixteen summers had he seen, No specious snare he feared. An empty glass before the youth Soon drew the waiter near. "What will you take, sir?" he enquired. "Stout, bitter, mild, or clear? "We've rich supplies of foreign port, We've first-class wine and cakes." The youth with guileless look replied, "I'll take what father takes." Swift as an arrow went the words Into his father's ears, And soon a conflict deep and strong Awoke terrific fears. The father looked upon his son, Then gazed upon the wine; O God! he thought, were he to taste, Who could the end divine? Have I not seen the strongest fall, The fairest led astray? Andy shall I on my only son Bestow a curse this day? No; heaven forbid! "Here, waiter, bring Bright water for me. My son will take what father takes: My drink shall water be." W. HOYLE. 21 What Will You Take? THAT WILL TOU TAKE? How often this question is asked by men accustomed to the use of intoxicating drinks! Suppose we put the question in a more practical way? Will you take ten cents' worth of poison? Will you take a pain in the head? Will you take a rush of blood to the heart? Will you take a stab at the lungs? Will you take a blister on the mucous membrane? Will you take a nauseating sickness of the stomach? Will you take redness of eyes or black eyes? Will you take a tint of red for your nose? Will you take a rum-bud for your face? Will you take an offensive breath? Will you take a touch of delirium tremens? Suppose we change the question a little. Will you take something to drink when you are not dry,? Will you take something to drink which will not quench thirst when you are dry? Will you take something to drink which will make you more thirsty than you were before you drank it? There would be some sense in asking a man out at the elbows to take a coat, or in asking a bareheaded man to take a hat, or in asking a shoeless man to take a pair of boots, or in asking a hungry man to take something to eat; but it is a piece of insane absurdity to ask a man to take something to drink-that which will not quench thirst. Why should he take something? Will it make him stronger, wiser, better? No; a thousand times no! It will make him weaker; it will make him idiotic and base. What does he take if he accepts the invitation? He takes "an enemy into his mouth which steals away his brains." He takes a poison into his stomach which disturbs digestion. Could he make a telescope of the glass which he puts to his mouth, and look into the future, what would he see? He would see in the distance, not far away, a man clothed in rags, and covered with 22 Found Dead. the blotches of drunkenness. He would see a man deserted by his friends, and distrusted by all his kindred. He would see a wife with a sad face and a broken heart, and children growing up in ignorance and vice. He would see the poor-house, the penitentiary, the gallows, and the grave-yard within easy approach. Take the pledge, and keep it. FOUND pEAD. I AM weary, worn, and old, On the pavement hard and bare, Shivering in the west wind cold, Night-frost silvering my hair. O rumseller! let me in. Let me sit beside your fire, Give me just one sip of gin, I will nothing more desire; See, my garments are so thin. O rumseller! let me in. Once you used to open wide, With a welcoming hand, your door, Greeting mne with warmth and pride; For old times' sake, I implore, Good rumseller, let me in l I had money once, and home, Wife, and pretty babies three; They are gone; what has become Of them? I really cannot see. O rumseller! iet me in. ,1,3 .4- Inventory of a Drunkard. Some say that I broke her heart (Me? she was my joy of joys!), That I did not do my part, That the poor-house holds my boys. O rumseller! let me in. I have given you all my wealth, Strength, character, all, allWife, children, home, and health; I am tottering-I shall fall! 0 rumseller! let me in. So the old man wailed and plead, So he shivered in despair; In the mnorn they found him dead On the pavement cold and bare. No rumseller took him in. MRS. FRANCES D. GAGE. JNVENTORY OF A PRUNKARD. A HUT of logs without a door, Minus a roof, and ditto floor; A clapboard cupboard without crocks, Nine children without shoes or frocks; A wife that has no bonnet With ribbons an&- trands,upit, Scolding and wishing to be dead, Because she has not any bread. A tea-kettle without a spout, A meat-cask with the bottom out, A "comfort" with the cotton gone, And not a bed to put it on; 24 -b Dad's Sermon on Malt. A handle without an axe, A hatchel without wool or flax; A pot-lid and a wagon-hub, And two ears of a washing-tub. Three broken plates of different kinds, Some mackerel-tails and bacon-rinds; A table without leaves or legs, One chair and half a dozen pegs; One oaken keg with hoops of brass, One tumbler of dark-green glass; A fiddle without any stri ngs, A gun-stock, and two turkey-wings. O readers of this inventory'! Take warning by a graphic story;For little any man expects, Who wears good shirts with buttons in'cm, Ever to put on cotton checks, And only herbrspi to pin'em 'Tis, remember, little stitches Keep the rent from growing great; a When you can't tell beds from ditches, Warning words will be too late. ALICE CARY. POD'S FERMON ON IALT. JOHN DOD, the author of this sermon, preached it under the following circumstances: Being on his way to London, he was met by some students of Oxford, who insisted on his preaching to them there, in an old hollow tree, from the word MALT. Having remonstrated awhile to no purpose, he en. tered the tree, and delivered the following discourse: "Beloved, let me crave your attention; for I am a little man, come at a short warning, to preach a brief sermon, upon a small subject, to -a thin congregation, in an un 25 Dod's Sermnon on Malt. worthy pulpit. And now, my beloved, my text is MALT, which I cannot divide into sentences, for it has none; nor into words, for the whole matter is but a monosyllable. Therefore, I must of- necessity divide it into letters, which I find in my text to be M A L T. M, my beloved, is Moral; A is Allegorical; L is Literal; and T is Theological. The Moral is set forth to teach you, drunkards, good mnanners; therefore, M, my Masters, A, All of you, L, Listen, T, to my Text. The Allegorical is when one thing is spoken and another thing is meant. Now, the thing spoken is MALT, but the thing meant is Strong Beer, wherein you drunkards make M, Meat, A, Apparel, L, Liberty, and T, Treason. The Literal is, according to the letters, M, Much, A, Ale, L, Little, T, Thrift-Much Ale, Little Thrift. The Theological is according to the effects it works, which I find in my text to be of two kinds: Ist, In this world; 2d, In the world to come. Ist, In this world, the effects are, in some, M, Murder; in others, A, Adultery; in some, L, Looseness of Life; and in others, T, Treason. 2d, In the world to come, in some, M, Misery; in others, A, Anguish; in some, L, Languishing; in others, T, Torment. Wvherefore my use shall be exhortation: M, my Masters, A, All of you, L, Leave off, T, Tippling; or, 2d, by way of commutation, I say, M, my Masters, A, All of you, L, Look for, T, Torment. So much for the time and text. Only by way of caution take this: A drunkard is an annoyance of modesty, the trouble of civility, the spoil of wealth, the destruction of reason; the brewer's agent, the alewife's benefactor, the beggar's companion, the constable's trouble, his wife's woe, his children's horror, his neighbor's scoff, his own shame, a walking swill-tub, the picture of a beast and monster of a man!" 26 Give us Good Laws. IVE US 0OOD SAWS. WE pray for pure and simple laws, Tempered with equity and right; Not statutes woven with the clause Which hides the honest fact from sight. In every freeman's breast a spark Of patriot fire with truth ignites; And traitors' hands upon the ark Are withered when the lightning smites. For thirty silver pieces, told Into his hands, Judas of yore Betrayed the Master; and he sold His own sweet peace for evermore. Akin to him is he whose kiss Betrays constituents he scorns; -He crucifies with laws amiss, And crowns humanity with thorns! When common law is common sense, In simple statutes plainly writ, It is the sword and the defence Of all who wisely honor it. The faithful legislator stands True as the magnet to the pole: No bribe shall ever stain his hands, No perjury pollute his soul. Now we, the sovereign people, plead For local prohibition laws; Not dreary documents to read, Not essays on effect and cause, I 27 The Temperance Millennium. Not points of order in debate, Not tactics of the partisan; But just laws, for the small and great, To guarantee the rights of man: Laws that will lock the public chest, And seal it with a magic seal; Then, like the treasure in the breast Of honor, which no thief can steal, Robbers will seek in vain to thrust Aside the bolt of destiny: Their schemes will fail; for who will trust Them with the people's golden key? " The good time coming" soon will come, When honest men with honest laws Shall strike the bold rumseller dumb, And right, not might, shall win the cause. Oh! then our land indeed shall be Foremost among the nations brave; The asylum of the strong and free, Where stripes and stars in glory wave! GEORGE W. BUNGAY. THE TEMPERANCE )XILLENNIUM. THERE'S a shout along the temperance lines, there's victory in view, There's a mighty army forming of the faithful ones and true; They have joined the glorious host of Him that jour neyed far and long To receive his promised kingdom, and return with shout and song. 2,8 Girls and Tobacco. 29 Through the long, long night of ages they have wait ed for the day When the sun should rise in righteousness, and chase the gloom away; Now, "Behold the Bridegroom cometh!" is the faith ful watchman's cry, And the glorious day is streaming all along the east ern sky. For the crystal stream that gushes from beneath the throne of God, Like an avalanche, shall lave the earth, shall wash it as a flood; And the demon of destruction, and the poison of his cup, In the grandeur of its flowing shall be lost and swal lowed up. Then the shout of white-robed millions shall re-echo far and near, And the earth in royal plenitude proclaim the jubal year. There's a shout along the temperance lines, there's victory in view, There's a mighty army forming of the faithful ones and true! GIRLS AND TOBACCO. So you like the smell of a good cigar, do you? Well, I have heard young ladies say so before, but I always thought, if I was in their place, I would not tell of it. Whatever you may say, nobody will think you like the nasty, stinking thing for its own sake. Why, it almost strangles me. And after my papa has been smoking, I would almost rather he would not kiss me sometimes. I Little Ones Like Me. don't believe he would want to kiss me, if he should smell tobacco-smoke in my breath. I am sure he would not call me his rose-bud again very soon. I am very certain men don't like tobacco-breaths in other people. I wonder if that is the reason they don't kiss each other? How do I know they don't like tobacco-smoke? Well, I can read some, and don't I see "No smoking" up around in ever so many places? And when I asked my papa what they did that for, he said because it was not nice to have tobacco-smoke from other people's mnouths puffed into our faces. My papa said that himself. And then, on the ferry-boat, I see the men come flocking into the ladies' cabin, because their own is full of tobaccosmoke; but I don't see any ladies go into the men's cabin to get the smell of the smoke; and they don't scent their handkerchiefs with it, nor put it into bouquets. I should think, if they like it so well, they would have essence of smoke among their Cologne bottles. Bah! nobody will make me believe that a clean, sweet young lady cares anything about the smell of a cigar, unless there is a man behind it. And the men don't believe it, either. They may not say so, but they keep a-thinking, and they think you say it to please them, the egotistical fellows! Perhaps afterwards they'll say, as my brother Bill said the next day after you professed to like his cigarsmoke-he said it made him think of the young lady that took a few whiffs now and then when she was lonely, because it made it smell as though there was a man around. YITTLE PNES YIKE }WE. WHEN Qur fathers love the drink, Madly drown the power to think, Then they drive to ruin's brink ~- ~ Little ones like me. 30 I Little Ones Like Me. Wretched homes and meagre fare, Filth, disease, and clothing bare, Victims of these ills they are, Little ones like me. Warning by his course we'll take, And the drunkard's cup forsake, Lest his wretched fate o'ertake Little ones like me. Bands of Hope, like anchors firm, Hold us in temptation's storm, Bring to aid the world's reform Little ones like me. Like a fort when danger's nigh, Like a rainbow in the sky, Strength and hope these bands supply Little ones like me. Floats our banner in the air, Its device, " Excelsior!" Join our band, our triumph share, Little ones like me. Truth prevails, and right decrees Conquest must and shall increase; Bloodless are our victories! Little ones like me. Help! we cry, the foe is nigh! Down with drink! Let tippling die! Shout aloud the victory! Little ones like me! 31 " Licensed to Sell." ,1 "ICENSED TO SELL." YE who, regardless of your country's good, Fill up your coffers with the price of blood, Who pour out poison with a liberal hand, And scatter crime and misery through the land, Though now rejoicing in the midst of health, In full possession of ill-gotten wealth, Yet a few days at most the hour must come When ye shall know the poison-seller's doom, And shrink beneath it; for upon you all Shall man's hot curse and Heaven's vengeance fall. In vain ye strive, with hypocritic tongue, To make mankind believe ye do no wrong. Ye know the fruits of your unrighteous trade, Ye see the awful havoc it has made; Ye pour out, men, Disease and Want and Woe, And then tell us ye wish it were not so; But'tis a truth, and that ye know full well, That some will drink as long as ye will sell. But here that old excuse yet meets us still, "If I don't sell the poison, others will." Then let them sell, and you'll be none the worse; Thley'll have the profits, and they'll have the curse. Bear this in mind-you have at your command The power to bless or power to curse the land If ye will sell, intemperance still shall roll Her waves of bitterness o'er many a soul: Still shall the wife for her lost husband mourn, And sigh for days that never will return; Still that unwelcome sight our eyes shall greet, Of beggared children. strolling through the street, And thousands, whom our labors cannot save, Go trembling, reeling, tottering to the grave; 32 "Licensed to Sell." Still loitering round your shops the livelong day, Will scores of idlers pass the hours away, And e'en the peaceful night, for rest ordained, Shall with their noisy revels be profaned; The poisonous cup will pass, and mirth and glee Gild o'er the surface of their misery: Uproarious laughter fill each space between Harsh oaths, ungodly songs, and jests obscene; And there you'll stand, amid the drunken throng, Laugh at the jest, and glory in the song. Pour out your poison till some victim dies, Then go and at his funeral wipe your eyes; Join there the mourning throng with solemn face, And help to bear him to his burial-place. There stands the wife with weeping children round, While their fast-falling tears bedew the ground; From many an eye the gem of pity starts, And many a sigh from sympathizing hearts Comes laboring up, and almost chokes the breath, While thus they gaze upon the work of death. The task concludes-the relics of the dead Are slowly settled to their damp, cold bed; Come, now, draw near, my money-making friend; You saw the starting-come and see the end. Look now into that open grave and say, Dost feel no sorrow, no remorse, to-day? Does not your answering conscience loud declare That your cursed avarice has laid him there? Now, since the earth has closed o'er his remains, Turn o'er your books, and count your honest gains. How doth the account for his last week begin? "September twenty-fourth, one quart of gin." A like amount for each succeeding day Tells on your book, but wears his zlife away. 33 Take Hold. Saturday's charge makes out the account complete: "To cloth, five yards, to make a winding-sheet." There! all stands fair, without mistake or flaw; How honest trade will thrive upheld by law! - DR. CHARLES JEWETT. TAKE SOLD. A LARGE building had just been destroyed by fire. The workmen were soon busily engaged in rebuilding, and, as the heavy timbers were lifted to their places, you could hear the cry, " Take hold! take hold!" And the men did take hold with a will, and the building went up and up until it was finished. Had these workmen stood idly by and paid no attention to the command, "Take hold!" the spot where the building now stands would have remained covered with charred logs, ashes, bricks and mortar, and everything would have been in confusion. But not so; they took their hands out of their pockets, and went to work with energy. So, my boys, it must be with you. Do you wish to accomplish anything? Do you wish to rise to places of honor and respect in the world? Do you wish to be spoken of as one who has risen from the bottom round in the ladder of life to the topmost? Take hold. Yes, stop loafing and moping on the street-corners; take your hands out of your pockets, and take hold with a will, and soon, like the building I have just described, you will be going upward and onward, a beautiful structure-one that will command the respect and admiration of all men. Do you wish to see the cause of temperance prosper, and the legions of darkness and despair driven from our earth? Take hold. Do you want to see the day soon come when whiskey will be drunk no more, when 34 The Whiskey Ring -Sober Refjlections. 35 tobacco will no more pollute the mouths of your playmates, when the name of God will no more be taken in vain? Then stand not idly on the wayside waiting, losing time that is precious as rubies, but go to work; take hold, pledge against smoking, against chewing, against swearing. Will you do it? Will the young men of America take hold of the great reforms that are now agitating our country, and help push them onward to victory? God grant it! THE ~HISKEY WING. "WE must have medicine," the landlord cries, While whiskey-tears roll from his staring eyes. Without it, half our citizens will die. All flesh is grass, and withers when'tis dry." It rains rum now, and yet there is a drouth For ever in the drunkard's burning mouth. Unparched by waters pattering on the roof, Like oak-tanned hides, his lips are water-proof. His jaws extended break our laws, they say; He keeps a rum-hole open night and day; His open mouth, a most unsavory thing, Reminds one of the New York Whiskey Ring. OBEY EFLECTIONS. IF I drink what is called moderately, 1 may be led, like many others, to drink to excess; but if I drink none at all, there cannot be the least possible danger. If I take a little, others who follow my example, being weaker or not so careful as myself, may be led to drunk Unjust Gains. enness; but if I entirely abstain, I set an example which is safe for everybody to follow. If I drink but a little, and keep a small stock for my friends in the way of hospitality, it will cost a considerable sum of mnoney'; but abstinence is a cheap system, and tends to promote economy among all over whoul it may exercise any influence. If I take my glass, I cannot reprove nor recommend my own example to the drunkard with effect; but if I am a total abstainer, I can do so with confidence and a hope of success. PNJUST PAINS. Prov. xxviii. 8. "BY unjust gain!" " By unjust gain!" It was the rumseller's refrain When called to leave his vast domain " By unjust gain!" I felt no pity for the poor, I drove them hlarshly from my door While taking from their little store My "unjust gain." My goods an unseen Hand will deal To him who for the weak can feel, Nor from his pittance meanly steal - By "unjust gain!" Now, as I go to meet the fate Of those who hope to reach heaven's gate, I'm haunted by the words-" Too late" And " Unjust gain! " MRS. J. P. BALLARD. 36 Christian Responsibility. JHRISTI AN:ES PONS IBILITY. CHRISTIANS, patriots, men of humanity! will you not come along with us to their rescue those who, nisguided by the example and emboldened by the counsel of others, have ventured onward in a course which threatens to prove fatal alike to their health, their happiness, and their salvation? Will you not, in place of casting additional impediments in the way of their return, contribute to remove those which already exist, and which, without such assistance, they will remain for ever alike unable to surmount or remove? On your part, the sacrifice will be small; on theirs, the benefit conferred immense-a sacrifice not. indeed, without requital; for you shall share the joy of their rejoicing friends on earth and their rejoicing friends in heaven, who, when celebrating their return to God, shall say, "This, our son, our brother, our neighbor, was lost and is found; was dead and is alive again." In view of the prevailing usages of the society in which you live, and the obvious inroads drunkenness is making on that society; in view of that frightful number of ministers at the altar, and advocates at the bar, whom drunkenness, robbing the church and the world of their services, has demented and dishonored; in view of those master-spirits in the field and the Senate Chamber, whom drunkenness has mastered; in view of those families made wretched, those youth corrupted, and those poorhouses, and prison-houses, and graveyards peopled-and peopled with beings made guilty and wretched by drunkenness-I put it to your conscience, Christians, whether, at such a time and under such circumstances, you would be at liberty, though supplied with wine made from the grapes of Eschol, to use it as a beverage? 37 4A Mission. In conclusion, I ask, Christians, whether you are not bound, by the very circumstances in which God has placed you, to refrain from the use of intoxicating liquors, of every name and nature, as a beverage, and whether you can, without sin, refuse to give your influence to the cause of total abstinence? DR. NOTT. kA }ISSION. SMALL as I am, I've a mission belowA mission that widens, and grows as I grow. 'Tis to let alone cider, and brandy, and gin; 'Tis to keep well away from those potions of sin. 'Tis to make myself noble, and manly, and true; 'Tis to touch no tobacco, not smoke and not chew That unhealthy weed that true women detest, And all people know is a filthy old pest. 'Tis to say unto all, what I say unto you, Let these things alone, if you would be true. They are foes to all virtue, they lead down to shameShun drink and tobacco, and keep your good name. Cold water that comes from.the well is my drink, The healthiest, purest, and sweetest, I think. It never makes drunkards, it never brings woe I'll praise it and drink it wherever I go. ELLA WHEELER. 38 Ten Reasons- The Terrible Drink. TEN SEASONS WHY CHILDREN AND YOUTH SHOULD SIGN THE PLEDGE. I. IT will lead them to enquire what ardent spirit, wine, and beer drinking does. 2. It will lead them to resolve that theirs shall not be the drunkard's end. 3. It will teach them their moral and free agency, and that they are to be actors for themselves in future life. 4. It will cause them to feel, as they never have felt before, their own responsibility. 5. It will give them a new and permanent interest in the temperance cause. 6. It will preserve them most effectually from the enticements of the wine-cup. 7. It will prevent their being urged to drink by others. 8. It will make them good examples for others. 9. It will bring them out and embody them as a temperance army-a Band of Hope. Io. It will make them active and bold to gather in others and extend the cause. THE TERRIBLE PRINK. OH! the drink, the terrible drink, Making each town and city a sink Of misery, dire and fearful to tell Of the numberless victims sent to hell. Swearing, Killing, Crimes no lack. The terrible drink makes night so black, 39 Kiizg Alcohot. The curse of youth and decrepit age, Adding to thirst instead of assuage; Continual drink the drunkard's crave, Till it drags him down to an early grave. Oh! the drink, the horrible drink! See the child from its father shrink As he staggers home from the night's debauch, Blindly, Wildly, Stumbling along, Crazed with drink, intent on wrong; And even the dogs, with a bark and a bound, Growl at the man as he gropes around! This is the picture, deny it who can, Of the downward steps of fallen man. Once he was free from the vice, but he fellFell, like the angels, from heaven to hellFell, to be mocked at, scoffed at, and beat, Mingling with filth in the horrible street. Pleading, Cursing, Dreading the worst, Drinking still deeper, yet greater the thirst, Till he sickens and falls, degraded and low. Merciful God! in thy goodness save Thine own image from a drunkard's grave. JING ALCOHOL. THE history of King Alcohol is a history of shame and corruption, of cruelty, crime, rage, and ruin. He has taken the glory of health from the cheek, and placed there the reddish hue of the wine-cup. 40 King Alcohol. He has taken the lustre from the eye, and made it dim and bloodshot. He has taken beauty and comeliness from the face, and left it ill-shapen and bloated. He has taken strength from'the limbs, and made them weak and tottering. He has taken firmness and elasticity from the steps, and made them faltering and treacherous. He has taken vitality from the blood, and filled it with poison and seeds of disease and death. He has taken the impress of manhood from off the face, and left the marks of sensuality and brutishness. He has bribed the tongue to madness and cursing. He has turned the hands from deeds of usefulness to become instruments of brutality and murder. He has broken the ties of friendship, and planted seeds of enmity. He has made a kind, indulgent father a brute, a tyrant, a murderer. He has transformed the loving mother into a very fiend of brutish incarnation. He has taken luxuries from off the table, and compelled men to cry on account of famine, and beg for bread. He has stripped backs of the broadcloth and silk, and clothed them with rags. He has taken away acres, and given not even a decent burial-place in death. He has crowded our courts, and filled to overflowing our penitentiaries and houses of correction. He has peopled our poor-houses, and straitened us for room in our insane asylums. He has filled our world with tears and groans, with the poor and helpless, with wretchedness and want. 41 42 Smoking and Snuffing-Strong Drink. MCIOKING AND ~NUFFING, I'LL never be a smoker, nor fill my nose with snuff; Of practices so filthy I've seen and heard enough. Snuff-taking it is foolish, and smoking, perhaps, is worse; Some say the pipe's a blessing, but oft it proves a curse. With vile tobacco odor the smoker taints his clothes, And with a dirty powder snuff-takers spoil the nose. These appetites degrading through life I will avoid, And in examples brighter I'll try to find a guide; No rational enjoyment in such habits can be found, For the smoker is a nuisance to non-smoking friends around; He wastes both health and money as puffing on he goes, And the snuff-taker imposes a tax upon his nose. PTRONG PRINK. THE cruel wrongs "Strong Drink" hath wrought, the crime, disease, and woe, The hearts and homes made desolate, what human mind can know? Oh! count them by the drops of rain that from the heavens pour; Or count them by each tiny grain of sand upon the shore. Death and Drinking. Count them by the myriad leaves that wave'twixt earth and sky, Including all the flowers that each summer bloom and die; Or by the feathered host that fills the earth with songs of mirth; Or count them by each blade of grass that beautifies the earth. Then take the ocean out in drops, and count each one a tear, Make every puff of wind that blows a human sigh appear; And then add up thy fearful list, nor look aghast, nor shrink! For it is but a shadow of the truth concerning drink. pEATH AND PRINKING. LIFE is God's gift. It is a great gift. We value it above all riches. In case of danger, all that a man hath will he give for his life. It is the period measured by Providence, during which all the pleasures and happiness of humanity are to be enjoyed, and all its duties to be performed. Oh! what folly to be constantly attacking, mutilating, and destroying that most precious of all jewels! Ninety-nine out of every hundred die sooner than they would by violating the laws of health and longevity, and a vast proportion do not live out half their days. Every unnatural stimulant helps to bring them nearer to the grave. Of all the other causes, the use of intoxicating liquor is the most powerful. Drinkers destroy the pleasures of life; nay, they cut off a great portion of it as effectually as if they laid their necks upon the block, and 43 VOa Drunkards There. struck the fatal blow with their own hands. Nature truly bears up under a great deal of torture from strong drink; but at last it gives way, and often suddenly. Could we examine the progress of disease internally, we should be able to trace its insidious progress in every one who drinks strong drink even moderately. Indeed, an occasional bout of drunkenness does not harass the system near so much as the daily or frequent drinking of a few glasses inl moderation. Moderate drinkers, hear! The human slaughter produced by drinking is terrible. Are you not answerable for much of it? Do you not by your little drops praise the drink and favor the drinking system? And do you not, by this habit, obstruct the progress of the temperance reformation? For humanity's sake. do not murder yourselves by inches; and for God's sake, do not encourage others to do so by a bad example! 0 pRUNKARDS THERE. THERE is a beautiful land, we are told, With rivers of silver and streets of gold; Bright are the beings whose shining feet Wander along each quiet street; Sweet is the music that fills the air No drunkards are there. No garrets are there, where the weary wait, Where the room is cold and the hours are late; No pale-faced wife, with looks of fear, Listens for steps she dreads to hear. The hearts are free from pain and care No drink is sold there. 44 Tobacco. All the long day, in that beautiful land, The clear waters ripple o'er beds of sand; And down on the edge of the water's brink, Those white-robed beings wander, nor shrink Nor fear the power of the tempter's snare; For no wine is there. Father! look down from thy throne, I pray; Hasten, oh! hasten the glorious day; Help us to work as a temperance band To drive the demon away from the land; Teach us to say we will dry every tear Which drink makes flow here. T OBACCO. THERE'S naught exceeds The filth that from a chewer's mouth proceeds; Two ounces chewed a day,'tis said, produce A full half-pint of vile tobacco-juice, Which, if counted five-and-twenty years (As from a calculation it appears), With this foul stuff would near five hogsheads fill, Besides old quids a larger parcel still. Nor am I with this calculation done: He in that time has chewed full half a tonA wagon-load of that which would of course Sicken a dog or even kill a horse. Could he foresee, but at a single view, What he was in his life destined to chew, And then the products of his work survey, He would grow sick, and throw his quid away. Or could the lass, ere she had pledged to be His loving wife, her future prospects see; 45 Onward. Could she but see that through his mouth would pass, In this short life, this dirty, loathsome mass, Would she consent to take his hand for life, And, wedded to his filth, become his wife? And if she would, say, where's that pretty miss That envies her the lip she has to kiss? PNWARD. ONWARD! onward! band victorious, Rear the temperance banner high; Thus far hath your course been glorious, Now your day of triumph's nigh. Vice and error flee before you As the darkness flies the sun; Onward! victory hovers o'er you, Soon the battle will be won. Lo, what multitudes despairing Widows, orphans, heirs of woe! And the slaves, their fetters wearing, Reeling madly to and fro. Mercy, justice, both entreat you To destroy their bitter foe; Christians, patriots, good men greet you, To the conflict bravely go. To the vender and distiller Thunder truth with startling tone; Swell the accents louder, shriller, Make the guilt enormous known. 46 ~~ Power of Organization. Onward! onward! never falter, Cease not till the earth is free; Swear, on temperance's holy altar, Death is yours or victory! OWEI OF pRGANIZATION. THERE is always power enough to enforce a wise law, if it can but be organized and made available. There must be organization for the enforcement of the law, with sufficient and salutary penalties. Good men must organize. There are thousands of places in great cities where men drink frenzy by the half-pint, all of which depend for revenue upon the vice and misery they can create and the number of victims they can destroy. These shops must close, or misery and murder, debauchery and rags, filth and squalor, must haunt your streets at all hours and all seasons. They die fast, too, the devotees of the demijohn. Every year must yield a large crop of recruits, newly seduced from sobriety, or the venders' receipts will fail. They will take anybody's husbandyours, madam; anybody's son-yours, doting father; anybody's parent-yours, my dear boy. They will take them from you, hale, and fond, and true, and send them back to you bleared, and blasphemous, and beastly. They will blight five thousand new homes this year. Five thousand firesides will grow chill and cheerless, or there will bq "hard times" among the death-dealers. And you must live, toil, eat, even sleep, under the shadow of a nameless fear. Your sons cannot walk the streets, or stroll in the parks, or visit the house of a friend, but you are haunted with thoughts that hold your eyes waking. Your daughters, if out of your sight, The Little Shoes. are on your heart like a brooding anxiety. You feel like men who know that a busy band of sappers and miners are laying casks of powder underneath their dwellings, and they know not the moment when their domestic heaven will be blown in fragments to the sky. It is worse than though cholera, and spotted fever, and black vomit, and the deadliest types of small-pox were to linger on every by-street and along your great avenues all the year round, pulsing in the poisoned air, climbing in at your windows, smiting the first-born in his pride and the babe in the cradle, kleeping thie sick-lamp for ever burning like a pale star in every habitation. Oh! are we to live on in this mortal peril? Are we always to stand in dread of a great calamity? Are we so enslaved, so torpid, so timorous? Who will make common cause against the most insidious and malignant foe to our peace and our liberties? Come as with one impulse, fair women and brave men, all who dare to be right and true. Duty and danger, love and law, patriot. ism and philanthropy, call us. Let us support sentiment and advice with the emphasis of a faultless example. REV. M. C. BRIGGS. THE {ITTLE jSHOES. SOME months ago-I need not mention where There was a meeting in a temperance hall, And many a working-man assembled there; Among them sat a man, well dressed and tall, Who listened anxiously to every word, Until one near spoke to him thus: "Come, William Turner, I have never heard Ilow that you changed so much; so tell to us Why you gave up the public-house? Ah! few, I'm sure, can t1el so strange a tale as you." 48 The Little Shoes. Up rose William at the summons, Glanced confusedly round the hall, Cried, with voice of deep emotion, "The little shoes-they did it all! "One night, on the verge of ruin, As I hurried from the tap, I beheld the landlord's baby Sitting in its mother's lap. "'Look, dear father,' said the mother Holding forth the little feet; 'Look, we've got new shoes for darling! Don't you think them nice and neat?' "Ye may judge the thing is simple, Disbelieve me if you choose; But, my friends, no fist e'er struck me Such a blow as those small shoes. "And they forced my brain to reason: 'What right,' said I, standing there, ' Have 1 to clothe another's children, And to let my own go bare? "It was in the depth of winter, Bitter was the night, and wild; And outside the flaring gin-shop Stood my starving wife and child. " Out I went, and clutched my baby, Saw its feet so cold and blue; Fathers! if the small shoes smote me, What did those poor bare feet do? 49 Anti-Catawba. "Quick I thrust them in my bosom; Oh! they were so icy chill! And their coldness, like a dagger, Pierced me-I can feel it still. "Of money I had but a trifle, Just enough to serve my stead; It bought shoes for little baby And a single loaf of bread. "That loaf served us all the Sunday, And I went to work next day. Since that time I've been teetotal — That is all I've got to say." ANTI-JATAWBA. REPLY TO LONGFELLOW S "CATAWBA WINE."' POET Longfellow sings, in his lyric for kings, The praise of Catawba wine; Catawba, he thinks, is the nectar of drinks, An elixir-semi-divine. Did it ne'er strike the poet if not, he should know it Though bards are not always deep thinkers, That wine, as the first step, is often the worst step That's taken by alcohol drinkers. No song will I sing you, no wreath will I bring you, Ensanguined with blood of the vine; The ruby-red bowl, death to body and soul, Shall be eulogy, never, of mine! 50 Agitate; or, The Two Masters. For many a mother, wife, sister, and brother, The past and the present reviewing, Can trace to red wine, that fell spirit malign, That led to a loved one's undoing. Then sing no more verses whose sweet sound re hearses The praise of Catawba wine; Sing of beauty and flowers, and rosy-wreathed bowers, But not of the juice of the vine!. Sing the praises of water-earth's diamond-eyed daugh ter, The belle of the elements tooOf moss-covered fountains, of forest-clad mountains, Of faith, hope, and charity too! Sing the death-wail of battle,. whilst. war's dying rattle Sinks deep to the doom that it merits; And peace, all victorious, rises sun-like and glorious, To reign o'er the land she inherits! Great bard of our nation! men yield thee oblation, Fame's laurels thy temples entwine; Add still to thy glory, live ever in story, But not in thy song to the vine! JOSEPH MERREFIELD. ,AGITATE; O1, THE Two J]ASTERS, AGITATION is the only lever of this century; it is the great engineer of the time. It is the grand dynamic force by which the whole people are to be lifted up to a higher and a nobler level-the level of honorable self-respect, the result of self-control. The people are always 5 1 52 Agitate; or, The Two Masters. right in the long run. You may deceive them for a time; their own appetites and their own passions may lead them astray for a while; but the moment you set the American people thinking, you set them in that straight and narrow path which leads to the Zion that lies before. Now, we have had two masters in our country, and they have ruled us for a long while with an iron hand. We have been terribly afraid of their grim visages. The one is dead and buried. He was dethroned some years ago. He was dethroned when Lee gave the handle of his sword to General Grant. You could hear the clankof his chain all over the South; it was the slavery of the body, as well as that of the mind and soul. The din of its harsh music reached our ears, and for mnany, many years we agitated and agitated, setting this audience to thinking now, and to-morrow that audience; some of our apostles being sealed and ordained to their work by the ministries of Croton, brickbats, and rotten eggs; but at last the mine was fired, at last the explosion came, at last a million of freemen in the North took it into their own hands, and, dressing into line, walked from the Ohio to the Gulf, and left behind them only freemen wherever they trod! The chains dropped; and now the country has forgotten the clank of the chain, and it remembers only that it has inscribed upon the folds of its flag the better, nobler, and grander word-LIBERTY! But there is another master remaining. It was a double throne that ruled us; it was a double tyranny to which we bowed. One tyrant has descended, his throne is levelled with the earth; but the other sits there. The other frowns from his lordly palace; the other utters from his iron, sarcastic lips those words which were uttered by one of your public officials a few months since, "What are you going to do about it?" We answered that question months ago. We propose to answer the next question in the course of a few months. The tyrant who now sits enthroned shall follow in the wake of the tyrants Work and Pray. who have been dethroned. Ours is a work the result of which is a "God bless you!" heaped upon some prayerful apostle; the "God bless you!" coming from widows hearts, coming from orphans' lips, coming from men who are redeemed from drunkenness and lifted up to the higher level of their noblest manhood! Now, what we are trying to do is simply to match the devil; we are trying to work in the line of God's eternal providence; we are trying to work in the divine line of the teaching of the Sermon on the Mount; we are trying to teach the world that "A man's a man for a' that;" that it is not poverty which disgraces a man, that it is not always wealth which honors a man, that there is a nobility on the earth, and there is a nobility in the midst of our republic. He is noble who controls himself; lihe is noble who holds himself well in hand, and, like a blood horse, is doing his utmost and saving his strength going along the high-road to win the race at last. That is the object which we have in view, and the only one; and every man who signs the pledge and keeps it cheats the devil, while the angels praise God and say, "Our brother was lost, and is found; our brother was dead, but now he is alive again." REv. GEO. H. HEPWORTIH. TORK AND FRAY. THERE'S a feeling stronger growing; Push away! There's a stream of reason flowing; Work and pray; There's a spirit having birth, Robed in truth and moral worth, That shall purify the earth In the future day. 53 Wine is a lfocker. Aid the movement, every preacher; Push away! Aid it, every Sunday teacher; Work and pray; Aid it, hosts of Christian men, Pulpit, platform, press, and pen, Eden's flowers shall bloom again In the future day. Aid it, every wisdom-seeker; Push away! I Strong drink's power is growing weaker; Work and pray; Work! the happy era nears That shall stay its groans and fears; There will be no drink-caused tears In the future day. Help! they are your erring neighbors Led astray. Heaven is smiling on your labors; Work and pray; Help the paradise to make, Help! for human life's a stake, Help! oh! help for mercy's sake On the happier day. fINE IS A )KOCKEk. RHERE is a mocker, aged and diseased, Yet with him still are all the nations pleased; He hath a charm for sickness and for health, For heat or cold, for poverty or wealth. When grandeur asks him in her stately rooms, A foreign name and title he assumes; 54 A Moderate Drinker's Soliloquy. When plebeians call their common friend to see His plain appellative begins with B (beer) And yet, despite his frzce, or age, or;zame, The spirit that inspires him is the same. Accursed spirit! that throughout all time Hath been the friend of every flagrant crime, Is there a villain who would dare proceed Without its aid to do some fearful deed? Is there recorded one more shameful blot Of deepest dye, and this foul fiend was not? Hark! there ascends a sad, despairing cry From those who have been duped and slain thereby "Look nol ufion i t!" Inspiration writes: "At last the adder stings, the serpent bites." "Wzne is a mocker!" If that still be true, Its modern substitutes are mockers too. a )ODERATE PPINKER'S pOLILO9(UY. I owN I am shocked at the traffic in drink; Of all our sad sights,'tis the saddest, I think, To see men besotted, betrayed, and degraded, Their happiness blighted, their reason invaded. I wish it were altered, but I can't be,-In; For how can I give up my brandy and gin? Especially brandy, so useful, you seeWhat! give up our spirits, and only drink tea? Besides, if I do, the neighbors will say, "He's turned a teetotaler; we'd best stop away.' They'll laugh at Liy scruples, and call me a flat; And I can bear a'tyz'-n,' rather than that. 55 ~56 The Rottenness of )~oderatioit. If Brown, Jones, and Robinson all would agree To give up the drink,'twould be easy for me; But whilst they keep mixing and taking a drop, I don't see why I should be called on to stop. it is true that Brown's nose is exceedingly red, But he says that the drink never gets to his head; And that's very likely, for I should suppose It can't reach his brain if it stops at his nose. And Jones has been having a touch of the gout And finds it an effort to hobble about; It's strange if the mixture that reddens Brown's nose Should also be found to affect Jones's toes. And Robinson lately has had an affection That's given his features a golden complexion; And the doctor declares he's had brandy enough, And prescribes for his case "Aqua Pura, (Quant. Suff." If the evils of drinking alike can be seen In the face, in the feet, in the liver and spleen, Spite of B., J. and R. an abstainer I'll be, And no one shall ever learn drinking from me. R. HOOPER, THE H OTTENNESS OF'M/ODERATION. Now, there are some who cannot drink moderately; therefore, moderation is not a safe example for all. Then you will draw the line somewhere? Yes, those who cannot drink moderately must give it up, Then we say to you who can drink moderately, will you give it up to help them? That is the point. It is hard for some young men to give it up, and bear the sneers, and shrugs, and Thie Rottenness of iloderation. laughter. One said to me, "I would rather stand up and run the risk of a rifle-bullet at a hundred paces than stand the jeers of my comrades in the barrack-room." There is many a man in this room who would not dare to kneel down beside his bed and do as his mother taught him when a boy, if half a dozen jeering, ungodly, witty companions were present. Why? He is afraid of them! Afraid of what? Afraid of the laughter! How is it? A young man goes into society; he feels he is drinking too much; he feels he is one of those who can't stand it; he feels that its influence on the brain is fascinating, and he gets bewildered by it. In the morning, when, perhaps, he kneels and asks God's blessing on him for the day, he says, "I will be careful; I will be careful." Why not give it up altogether, sir? There is the pinch. He goes into society. Perhaps some young men meet together. "Well, Charley, how d'ye do?" I'm pretty well." "Will you have a glass of wine? Here are five or six of us taking a glass; won't you join us?" He wants it. The appetite is forming. He would like it. He knows its exhilarations, but he says, "No, I thank you; I will not take it." "Not take it? What is the matter with you? Are you ill?" " Oh! no, I.m not ill." "Come and take a glass with us." He wants it. 'No, no, thank you, the fact is, I've-" They all have their glasses in their hands, and he is sensitive. He shrinks from anything like ridicule. "No," he says," I have decided that I won't drink any more." "What! you have been and joined the teetotalers? Well, upon my word! Are you-are you- are you a teetotaler?" Now, sir, you said teetotalers are cowards. It requires more moral courage than some of you have got to stand up with half a dozen drinking young men, and say, "I am a teetotaler." Let him say it, and what then? He will hear the laugh, "Ah! ah! ah! Well, really, we shall have you with a medal and a blue ribbon by-and-by! Have you joined the Band of Hope? Oh! ah! yes; go along with you! Well, it is 57 Wide Awake. a very good thing for a man if he cannot govern himself. It is the best thing a man can do if he is weak-minded. If I were a weak-minded man, and could not govern myself, I would be a teetotaler; but you and I, Jim, and Dick, and Tom, can take care of ourselves; there is a pour fellow that cannot." Do you suppose he will stand that? I don't expect to make all teetotalers that hear me now; but if I can say one word to induce you to keep back the sneer when you see a man adopt a safe principle for his own sake, I shall be thankful. If I cannot make you teetotalers, if I can induce you to lay your hand on the shoulder of the next young man that in company refuses to drink wine, and to say, "That is right, my man; it is a safe principle!" then it will be worth all the effort; for young men are kept out of the movement more by the fear of ridicule than even by their love of drink up to a certain point. JOHN B. GOUGH. WIDE )WAKE. THERE'S a labor to be wrought, There's a race that we must run, There's a battle to be fought, And a victory to be won For a cheated nation's sake! Ho! ye people, plundered all By the slaves of alcohol, Rouse, the demon's arm to break; Wide awake, boys! wide awake! In the councils of the great, In the hovels of the low, In the very halls of state, Sits the desolating foe; 58 The Cry of the Earth. Only human life can slake His infernal thirst for blood; Up, ye virtuous brotherhood, Smite him till his vassals quake; Wide awake, boys! wide awake! See him, in the holy place, Lurking in the blessed wine; Glancing through the bridal lace, How his deadly eyeballs shine! Coiling like a venomed snake In the parlor's social ring, Strength and beauty feel his sting. Hurl him to his burning lake! Wide awake, boys! wide awake! Where the dens of haggard crime Draw the wretch to deeper shame, Loathsome in his evil slime, Blacker vices than we name Of the demon's cup partake; All his garnered fruits are there, Bathing in the poisoned air. Through his fen quick clearance make; Wide awake, boys! wide awake! GEO. S. BURLEIGH. IHE FRY OF THE'ARTH. "0 GOD!" sighs the grain, as it goldens the hills, And waves, like the sea, in the meadows below, "Oh! why should I poison the stream in the stills? Or change the pure water to currents of woe?" 59 The Cry of the Earth. " Why," murmurs the corn on the slopes of the plains, " Should my sweetness and strength be perverted to crime? My health-giving juices be tortured to pains? My nurture be tainted with fetor and slime?" "Ah!" moan the rich fruits on the bountiful trees, "Why, mortals, destroy us, brute passions to feed? Is the chief end of fruitage the drunkard to please? Is the grape yet to grow for the wine-seller's greed?" "Do the sun, air, and rain come to earth in their wrath? Does God till the ground for a vintage of blood? Is the demon of hatred in every path? Lurks the spirit of murder in every flood?" "No! no!" saith a voice from the infinite space, . Encircling the earth, an omnipotent train; "Love, peace, and good-will for the whole human race! Our God, our Creator, makes nothing in vain! "'Tis man, guilty man! in his passion and pride, Who poisons the fountain of life at its flow! A drunkard engulfed in the merciless tide, He is sinking, by millions, to ruin and woe!" REV. CHARLES WHEELER DENISON. 6o The Reform will Go On. THE ~EFORM SILL PO PN. INTEMPERANCE is not a mere local affair, but strikes at the very vitals of the nation. The liquor traffic is the fruitful source of woe, crime, misery, taxation, pauperism, and death. Bear me witness if I exaggerate when I say that the country is rapidly becoming one vast grog-shop, to which half a million of its youth are yearly introduced, and over whose threshold sixty thousand are annually carted to a drunkard's grave. The streets of our cities echo to the shouts and oaths of drunken revellers, from whom society seeks protection through police regulations; and within hovel and mansion alike, not entirely smothered either by physical fear or social pride, is heard the sound of insane violence and wailing. There are some who say the temperance movement is a sentimental affair, and that the reform will not go on. The reform will go on. Point me to a reform which ever stopped. Why, reform is motion, and motion ceaselessly acted upon by the impulse of acceleration; so is it with the temperance movement. From whatever standpoint you look at it, it is seen to be in exact harmony with the age; nay, it is a part of the age itself. The great civil revolution is to be supplemented with a great social revolution. God has so written it down. He has blessed the efforts of its friends until it has already taken a strong hold on the popular heart. Its champions are not fanatics; they are not sentimentalists; only terribly in earnest. Back ot them are memories which will not let them pause. Broken circles and ruined altars, and fallen roof-trees, and the cold, sodden ashes of once genial fires, urge them on. No fear such men and women will falter, until you can take out of the human mind 6i The Reform will Go On. painful recollection; until you can make the children forget the follies and vices of the parents, over which they mounted to usefulness and to honor; until the memory will surrender from its custody the oaths of drunken blasphemy and the pains of brutal violence; until you can do these things, no man, no combination of men, can stop this reform. Its cause lies deep as human feeling itself. It draws its current from sources embedded in the very fastnesses of man's nature. The reform, then, will go on. It will go on because its principles are correct and its progress beneficent. The wave which has been gathering force and volume for these fifty years will continue to roll, because the hand of the Lord is under and back of it, and the denunciations of its opponents, and the bribed eloquence of the unprincipled, cannot check, no, nor retard, the onward movement of its flow. Upon the white crest of it thousands will be lifted to virtue and honor, and thousands more who put themselves in front of it will be submerged and swept away. The crisis through which this reform is passing will do good. It will make known its friends, and unmask its foes. The concussions above and around us will purify the atmosphere; and when the clouds have parted and melted away, we shall breathe purer air and behold sunnier skies. We know not, indeed, what is ahead; what desertion of apparent friends may occur; what temporary defeat we may have to bear; nor against what intrigues we may be called upon to guard. For one, I count on the opposition of parties. I anticipate the double-dealing of political leaders. The cause more than once may be betrayed into the hands of its foes; more than once be deserted by those who owe to it whatever of prominence they have. But these reflections do not move me. They stir no ripple of fear on the surface of my hope. No good cause can ever be lost by the faithlessness of the unfaithful; no true principle of government overthrown by the 62 The Rain-Drops. opposition of its enemies; nor the progress of any reform, sanctioned by God and promotive of human weal, long retarded by any force or combination which can be miarshalled against it. Over throne and proud empires the Gospel has marched, treading bayonets, and banners, and emblems of royalty proudly under its feet; and out of that Gospel no principle or tendency essential to the kingdom that is yet to be established on the earth can be selected so weak or so repugnant to fallen men as not to receive, ere the coming of that kingdom, its triumphant vindication. On this rock I plant my feet, and from its elevation contemplate the future, as a traveller gazes upon a landscape waving in golden-headed fruitfulness underneath the azure of a cloudless sky. THE FAIN-JpRoPS. A FARMER had a field of corn of rather large extent, In tending which, with anxious care, much time and toil he spent; But after working long and hard, he saw, with grief and pain, His corn began to droop and fade, because it wanted rain. So sad and restless was his mind, at home he could not stop, But to his field repaired each day to view his wither ing crop. One day, when he stood looking up, despairing, at the sky, Two little rain-drops in the clouds his sad face chanc ed to spy. 63 64 The Razn-Drops. "I very sorry feel," said one, " to see him look so sad; I wish I could do him some good; indeed, I should be glad. Just see the trouble he has had; and if it should not rain, Why, all his toil, and time, and care he will have spent in vain." "What use are you," cried number two, "to water so much ground? You're nothing but a drop of rain, and could not wet one mound." "What you have said," his friend replied, "I know is very true; But I'm resolved to do my best, and more I cannot do. I'll try to cheer his heart a bit; so now I'm off-here goes I" And down the little rain-drop fell upon the farmer's nose. "Whatever's that? " the farmer cried. "Was it a drop of rain? I do believe it's come at last; I have not watched in vain." Now, when the second rain-drop saw his willing friend depart, Said he, " I'll go as well, and try to cheer the farminer's heart." But many rain-drops by this time had been attracted out, To see and hear what their two friends were talking so about. "We'll go as well," a number cried, "as our two friends have gone. We shall not only cheer his heart, but water, too, his corn. Going Down-Hill. We're off! we're off!" they shout with glee, and down they fell so fast. "0 bless the Lord!" the farmer cried, "the rain has come at last." The corn it grew and ripened well, and into food was dressed, Because a little rain-drop said, "I'll try, and do my best." This little lesson, children dear, you'll not forget I'm sure; Try, do your best, do what you can-angels can do no more. T. H. EVANS. FOING pOWN —I LL, A STORY they tell of a lunatic man, Who slid down-hill on a warming-pan, He steered himself with the handle, of course And checked away as he would to a horse. His legs, it is true, were somewhat in the way, And his seat rather tight, if a body might say; But he landed all right at the foot of the hill, And, for all that I know, he is sitting there still. You smile at the story, and wonder how folks Can get from their brains such a terrible hoax; But sliding down-hill is many a man On a much worse thing than a warming-pan. 65 Our Warfare. Some are going down at full speed on their pride, And others who on their stinginess slide; But the strangest way of taking that ride Is to go, as some do, on a beer-jug astride. Beware of such coasting, or, like Jack and Gill, You'll make sorry work in getting down-hill; Beware! for, with what other evil you' tug, 'Tis nothing like sliding down-hill on a jug. PUR CARFARE. STILL the fight goes on. The conflict is fearful. The rum army destroys; the temperance army saves. WVe have a desperate enemy to resist. It has millions of capital invested, hundreds of thousands of men enlisted. greed and still baser passions impel them onward. There are not less than 300,o000oo retail liquor-sellers, using every cunning artifice to secure customers. They are indefatigable home missionaries of the rum power. They are priests in the church of sin. They hold protracted meetings week after week, year after year, without cessation. They have hosts of recruiting agents, who compel men to come in; they push their work with ceaseless energy. Their power over their victims is wonderful. Once in their grasp, escape is the exception. Step by step they lead to certain ruin. And those who are most certain of ruin are always the least alarmed. They fear no evil, will not believe themselves in danger, and so go blindly to destruction. Every victim becomes a decoy to others. The youth especially seem ambitious to be ensnared. Hence converts are.easily made. 66 Our Warfare. Do any expect to cure this evil speedily? It cannot be done. The war will be long and hard. The enemy has capital, greed, appetite, all the powers of depravity, on his side. He concentrates every element of sin in his support; he embodies the aggregate powers of Satan. We might as well face the fact and know the worst. Our task is a hard one. Intemperance is a black cancer on the body of civilization. It will cost a terrible struggle to remove it. But it must be done. The hope of the Gospel, of everything good, depends upon it. If Christianity cannot eradicate this enemy, it will strangle Christianity. It is not papacy, nor infidelity, nor worldliness that we have most to fear. These are not the greatest enemies to religion. Intemperance is the giant foe. It is the chief obstacle to the salvation of men. The great question now is, Who shall reign, Christ or rum? If we are to resist sin at all, we must resist the liquor traffic. If we are sent to save the lost, we must rescue young men from tippling habits. The whole power of the churches, the influence of the Sabbath-schools, the testimony of the pulpits, must be emphatically against every form and degree of indulgence of this character. We must increase our opposition more and more; we should make it a leading point, so that social, commercial, and political action will be controlled by it; so that our preaching, pra-.ng singing, talking, and vbting will be full of it. The issue is radical, and requires energetic treatment. The victory of rum means return to barbarism; its defeat means Christian civilization. We must do our duty valiantly, at whatever cost. BAPTIST UNION. 67 Mind the Door. .]VIND THI: H POOE. FROM mind the door, these little words, So oftenii fraught with meaning, We all may, whether young or old, Be useful lessons gleaning. Now, there are various kinds of doors, To suit the purpose needed: Both iron doors and wooden doors, And other kinds unheeded. More choice the prize, more strong the door. For instance, see the bankers Trust to their doors with bolts and bars, As sailors do to anchors. We each have got two doors to mind, However we may do it; And we must always seek the good, Flee evil and eschew it. There's first the door of our own heart, With every evil reeking; And next the door of our own lips, To keep from evil speaking. And miind not only what comes out, But also what goes in them; And never put the demon's drink, At any time between them. For if you do, the danger's great Of falling into ruin; And if you do in them indulge, 'Twill be your soul's undoing, 68 A Model Temperance Speech. And if you take those cursed drinks Ale, wine, rum, gin, or brandyThey bring home all the evil fruits That Satan keeps so handy. So we'll make strong the outward door By totally abstaining; And also keep the inner door By careful watch and training. } ODEL TEMPERANCE ~PEECH, I PROPOSE to consider the temperance cause. How it has run, What it has done, Where it is known, What is its tone, Why it has flourished, How it is nourished. I. How has it run? It has run steadily, It has run merrily. 2. What has it done? It has'rested the mad, Reformed the bad, Refreshed the sad, Improved the glad. It has cooled many a lip, It has saved many a ship. 3. Where is it known? In every zone. 6q I 70 The Decanter and the Dram-Shop. 4. What is its tone? Its tone is inviting, Its tone is delighting. Look at the youthful Band of Hope. See how the children flock in crowds. See how happy they are. See what delight they give to their parents. See the happy families it makes. See the reformed drunkard's wife as her husband in his right mind comes home. See his happy children as they go to Sunday-school, and the happy change in himself. 5. Why has it flourished? Because it is nourished. 6. How is it nourished? By lectures and orations, By books and illustrations, By subscriptions and donations, By glorious expectations. Now, gentlemen, please bring forward the pledge, and pass round the plate. THE pECANTER AND THE PRAVM-HOP. I WOULD have every minister of Christ put temperance where God puts it- in his heart and in the daily activities and perils of life. If into that door faithful preaching brings a soul to Christ, and at that rear door the bottle tempts another soul to ruin, what right has the pulpit to preach to that door, and turn its back upon the other? To-day the decanter and the dram-shop are sending more souls to perdition than all our pulpits are saving with the blessing of God upon theil efforts! "Stand to Your Guis." Think a moment of that. The decanter and the dramshop are ruining more homes and more hearts, and destroying more souls, than all our pulpits and Sabbathschools are saving. And yet we meet many men who tell us that this is a question outside of the church, the ministry, the Sabbath-school, and the prayer-meeting. Let some of you tell me how often in your social prayermeeting you hear prayer made for the drunkard, or for the salvation of our boys from the bottle and the drunkard's doom. People pray for China and the islands of the sea, for the overthrow of superstition and the casng down of heathenism, and this is all right; but silen~s. their lip towards God in reference to that insatiate demon that is bearing away one hundred thousand souls into a drunkard's grave every year. If you will tell me how often this great question is brought forward in social prayer-meetings, monthly concerts, Sabbathschools, and churches, I will tell you how stands the temperance tide in that Christian community. We have got to dig deeper and go more thoroughly to the roots of things than by mere resolutions and conventions and the formation of parties on paper. Every one of us will have to take this question before God on our knees, as a lover of his country and of his kind, and ask him to give us courage, wisdom, tenderness, and power to do our part in the great question of the hour. REV. T. L. CUYLER. l ITAND TO YOUR PUNS." HOIST your flag! tis the eve of a fight For the death of the demon of drink; Draw your swords in the cause of the right. Souls are loitering over the brink 7I "Stand to Your Guns." Of a precipice, gloomy and dark, Whose base is the kingdom of hell; So brace up your nerves for the fray, See to it you bear yourselves well. "Stand to your guns!" Keep in line, for the foemen are strong; In numbers they rival the stars. For the rescue of brothers from death, On to victory, and heed not your scars t For the sake of the wives of your hearts, For the sake of the sisters you love, For your babes, for your homes,;-,r your all, Stand you fast-from your ranks do not move. " Stand to your guns!" Fire away! till the haunts of the fiend Those poison-shops, gates to the graveShall be levelled to earth by your shot; Hurl them down, not a stone of them save! For the blood of the slain stains their walls, The souls of the lost cry, "Repay!" The maniac's laugh and the idiot's smile Command you to sweep them away. "Stand to your guns!" Look to God! for he only can help, And he loveth the banner you bear; Do not fear, hold it bravely aloft, Seek the thick of the fight-be you there Live in hope, do not tremble or faint, If the battle be weary and long; Dash forward! redouble your blows! And, till victory tuneth your song, "Stand to your guns!" HENRY ANDERTON. 72 sack Simpson's Dream. JACK pIMPSONIS PREAM. JACK SIMPSON was a reckless chap, His best friends said he'd come to ruin; But then, it mattered not a rap, He never cared what he was doing. One night, when drunk, he rambled on. Down street and lane. till near a river He stood, and thought himself to drown And thus his mad career to sever. The night was dark, no moon appeared, No sound was heard save wild winds playing, Thoughts wiser came-the end he feared; When, lo! he heard a donkey braying. And yet it was a startling sound, It seemed with terror to assail him; He thought himself on hallowed ground, Where spake the very ass of Balaam. Jack silent stood. The ass thus spake: "Leap, wretch, into this gliding river' Better thy grave with fishes make Than be an idle, drunken liver. "I am an ass, but thou a man With soul endued and powers increasing, Destined God's wondrous works to scan, And be to all thy race a blessing. "I am an ass of meanest worth, With instinct only like another; Yet I fulfil my part on earth, And would not own thee as a brother. 73 Give MVe Back My Husband. "Thou art an idle, drunken pest, The centre of a thousand evils A reckless sinner at the best, And only fit to dwell with devils." At this last word there seemed to rise The very flames of hell around him, And imps of hideous form and size, And devils, came with chains and bound him. Away like lightning then they flew, And bore him to the place of demons. I"Mercy!" he cried, "can this be true, Or do I feel delirzum fremens?" The sun had risen in the east When he awoke to sense and feeling; "Save, Lord!" he cried, and smote his breast, And angels saw a sinner kneeling. That dream he ne'er is wont to tell, So terrible and so appalling; Each day he thinks of death and hell, And prays for grace to keep from falling. The very gates of hell he sees In every drinking-shop and tavern; And from their portals now he flees As from a pestilential cavern. FIVE JAiE 3ACK JAY JiUSBAND. NOT many years since, a young married couple from the far "fast-anchored isle " sought our shores with the nmost sanguine anticipations of happiness and prosperity. They had begun to realize more than they had seen in 74 Give Me Back My Husband. the visions of hope, when, in an evil hour, the husband was tempted "to look upon the wine when it is red," and to taste of it "when it giveth its color in the cup." The charmer fastened round its victim all the serpent-spells of its sorcery, and he fell; and at every step of his degradation from the man to the brute, and downward, a heartstring broke in the bosom of his companion. Finally, with the last spark of hope flickering on the altar of her heart, she threaded her way into one of those shambles where man is made such a thing as the beasts of the field would bellow at. She pressed her way through the bacchanalian crowd who were revelling there in their own ruin. With her bosom full of" that perilous stuff that preys upon the heart," she stood before the plunderer of her husband's destiny, and exclaimed in tones of startling anguish, "Give me back my husband! " "There's your husband," said the man, as he pointed toward the prostrate wretch. " That my husband? What have you done to him? Thai mny husband? What have you done to that noble form that once, like the great oak, held its protecting shade over the fragile vine that clung to it for support and shelter? Thai my husband? With what torpedo chill have you touched the sinews of that manlyr arm? What have you done to that once noble brow, which he wore high among his fellows, as if it bore the superscription of the Godhead? Thai my husband? What have you done to that eye, with which he was wont to look erect on heaven, and see in his mirror the image of his God? What Egyptian drug have you poured into his veins, and turned the ambling fountains of the heart into black and burning pitch? Give me back my husband! Undo your basilisk spells, and give me back the man that stood with me by the altar!" The ears of the rumseller, ever since the first demijohn of that burning liquid was opened upon our shores, have been saluted, at every stage of the traffic, with just such 75 Only Sixteen. appeals as this. Such wives, such widows, and mothers, such fatherless children, as never mourned in Israel at the massacre of Bethlehem or at the burning of the tenmf)le, have cried in his ears, morning, night, and evening, " Gzve me back my husband! GzzJe me back miy boyI Give me back mny brother / " But has the rumseller been confounded or speechless at these appeals? No! not he. He could show his credentials at a moment's notice with proud defiance. He always carried in his pocket a written absolution for all he had done and could do in his work of destruction. He had bought a ietter of indaulgence-I mean a license.'-a precious instrument, signed and sealed by an authority stronger and more respectable than the pope's. He confounded? Why, the whole artillery of civil power was ready to open in his defence and support. Thus shielded by the law, he had nothing to fear from the enemies of his traffic. He had the image and superscription of Cae sar on his credentials, and unto Caesar he appealed; and unto Cesar, too, his victims appealed, and a2iealed in vain. PNLY PIXTEEN. "When last seen, he was considerably intoxicated,... and was found dead in the highway."-Rehublican and Demzacrat of May X7. ONLY sixteen, so the papers say, Yet there on the cold, stony ground he lay; 'Tis the same sad story we hear every dayHe came to his death in the public highway. Full of promise, talent, and pride, Yet the rum fiend conquered him; so he died. Did not the angels weep over the scene? For he died a drunkard-and ornly sixteen, Only sixteen. 76 Only Sixteen. Oh! it were sad he must die all alone; That of all his friends, not even one Was there to list to his last faint moan,' Or point the suffering soul to the throne Of grace. If, perchance, God's only Son Would say, "Whosoever will may come. But we hasten to drawv a veil over the scene, With his God we leave him-only sixteen, Only sixteen. Rumseller, come view the work you have wrought; Witness the suffering and pain you have brought To the poor boy's friends. They loved him well, And yet you dared the vile beverage to sell That beclouded his brain, his reason dethroned, And left him to die out there all alone. What if'twere your son instead of another? What if your wife were that poor boy's mother, And he only sixteen? Ye free-holders who signed the petition to grant The license to sell, do you think you will want That record to meet in the last great day, When the earth and the heavens shall have passed away, When the elements, melting with fervent heat, Shall proclaim the triumph of RIGHT complete? Will you wish to have his blood on your hands When before the great throne you each shall stand, And he only sixteen? Christian men! rouse ye to stand for the right, To action and duty; into the light Come with your banners, inscribed "Death to rum." Let your conscience speak. Listen, then, come; 77 The Scolding Old Dame. Strike killing blows; hew to the line; Make it a felony even to sign A petiti6n to license; you would do it, I ween, If that were your son, and "only sixteen," Only sixteen. THE WATCHWORD. THE SCOLDING PLD pAME, THERE once was a toper-I'll not tell his nameWho had for his comfort a scolding old dame; And often and often he wished himself dead, For, if drunk he came home, she would beat him to bed. He spent all his evenings away from his home, And, when he returned, he would sneakingly come And try to walk straightly, and say not a wordJust to keep his dear wife from abusing her lord; For if he dared say his tongue was his own, 'Twould set her tongue going, in no gentle tone, And she'd huff him, and cuff him, and call him hard names, And he'd sigh to be rid of all scolding old dames. It happened, one night, on a frolic he went, He stayed till his very last penny was spent; But how to go home, and get safely to bed, Was the thing or his heart that most heavily weighed. But home he must go; so he caught up his hat, And off he went singing, by this and by that, "I'll pluck up my courage; I guess she's in bed. If she an't,'tis no matter, I'm sure. Who's afraid?" He came to his door; he lingered until He peeped, and he listened, and all seemed quite still, In he went, and his wife, sure enough, was in bed! "Oh!" says he, " it's just as I thought. Who's afraid?" 78 Prohibition. He crept about softly, and spoke not a word; His wife seemed to sleep, for she never e'en stirred! Thought he, "For this night, then, my fortune is made; For my dear, scolding wife is asleep! Who's afraid?" But soon he felt thirsty; and slyly he rose, And, groping around, to the table he goes, The pitcher found empty, and so was the bowl, The pail, and the tumblers-she'd emptied the whole At length, in a corner, a vessel he found! Says he,' "Here's something to drink, I'll be bound!" And eagerly seizing, he lifted it upAnd drank it all off in one long, hearty sup It tasted so queerly; and what could it be? He wondered. It neither was water nor tea! Just then a thought struck him and filled him with fear: "Oh! it must be the poison for rats, I declare,!" And loudly he called on his dear, sleeping wife, And begged her to rise; "for," said he, "on my life I fear it was fiozson the bowl did contain. Oh dear! yes, it was poison; I now feel the pain!" "And what made you dry, sir?" the wife sharply cried. "'Twould serve you just right if from poison you died; And you've done a fine job, and you'd now better march, For just see, you brute, you have drunk all mny starch!" FROHIBITION. - WHAT is meant by prohibition? We do not intend by prohibition to enact a bill of fare for the people. We do not propose any sumptuary measures for the regulation of mankind. We do not design to give directions by legislative enactments to physicians in relation to the dietetic treatment of their patients. We simply ask for a law 79 Prohibition. which shall be lifted as a shield to save our fellow-men from the terrible blow which is aimed at them by the liquor traffic. We ask the men who make our laws to protect us from the evils which accompany the rum trade. The rum trade makes men mad, and under the influence of rum men will assault their neighbors, starve and beat their wives and children, commit theft, arson, and murder. We ask men of every shade of politics, of every creed in religion, to join with us in our earnest efforts to stop the liquor traffic and seal up the dram-shops. Is it unreasonable and arbitrary to demand a law which shall squelch the cause of the effect we all deplore. Here is a man who contributes nothing toward his own support; he is a tax and a nuisance, vibrating between the grogshop and the station-house. Sober men have to foot his bills, support his family, suffer the infliction of his bad habits, and run the risk of his torch and his knife. Now is this a fair and square condition of things? Shall the innocent be burdened with the sins of the guilty? That man would take care of himself and of those who depend upon him, if the liquor-shops were closed. He would contribute his share of tax toward the support of the institutions of government, and he would cease to be a scarecrow in society. Now rum lights his torch; rum nerves his arm to strike the innocent; rum fires the temper which makes his mouth break out in eruptions of wickled speech; rum sharpens the blade of assassination. We ask for a law of prohibition which shall say, without circumlocution, "No man shall poison another man; no man shall sell to another that which will deprive his mind of reason and his heart of feeling." We demand prohibition because it is in accordance with the laws of self-preservation- the first law of nature; because it is practical, and has worked wonders of reform where it has been carried into execution; because the tax-payers and all the decent members of society, and the wives and echildren of all, are entitled to its protection; because even 8o The Modern Goliath-Alcohol. the dram-sellers and their drunken victims will be benefited by it; and because it is in unison with the high and holy enactments of God in the Ten Commandments. There we find no half-way law, no license for the committing of sin. "Thou shalt not steal," is the language of the Scriptures. He who receives money without returning an equivalent steals. The rumseller does not give an equivalent for the money he receives; hence he steals. We ask our human legislators to echo the divine legislation, and say to the dealers in rum, "Thou shalt not steal." Thou shalt not make thy neighbor steal. "Thou shalt not kill" by selling that which does kill a hundred thousand victims a year. Prohibition is the translation of the sixth commandment into human law, "Thou shalt not kill "-not even for five hundred, or five thousand dollars a year. "Thou shalt not kill" with arsenic, nor with alcohol, by degrees nor suddenly, in the city nor in the country. This is prohibition. We want to prohibit vice and crime, theft and murder, and all the evils which flow from intemperance. R. C. PITMAN. THE'MODERN J3OLIATH ALCOHOL "And David said, What have I now done? Is there not a cause?"-i. Sam. xvii. 29. FULL forty days Philistia's host defiant By Elah's vale filled Israel with dismay, As, overawed by Gath's ungainly giant, Saul and the Hebrew bands all trembling lay. A shepherd "stripling" heard the challenge flaunted, And straight with holy indignation stung, At grim Goliath's haughty mien undaunted, Back on the scornful foe defiance flung; 81, Drinking does not Pay! And meekly, ere to that dread strife he draws, His brother's taunt he answers: "Is there not a cause." A giant demon now abroad is walking, Who frowns defiance on the Christian host; And whilst before their ranks that foe is stalking, Alas! of dire destruction he can boast.' Say, ye who serve your Lord and love his laws, For deeds of faith and venture "Is there not a cause.'? What if for comrades' fall your eyes be tearful? The wek against the strong can still prevail. If other hearts of this assault be fearful, No warrior of Christ should ever quail. Not seeking human aid or man's applause To arm him for the fray: he knows there is a cause. Great Captain, thou thine own hast not forsaken, But with our host still goest forth to fight; Our languid faith revive, our soul awaken, Thou Lord of power and Giver of all might; While from the field each craven heart withdraws, That we, like men should quit us: " Is there not a cause?" PRINKING DOES NOT fAY! Go with me to every jail and prison throughout our land, from ocean to ocean, and ascertain how large a portion of those crimes and misdemeanors that have taken men from their families and lodged them there in prison walls has resulted from intoxication; and the answer from every jail and prison comes to us to-night that "drinking does not pay." Visit the poor-houses, which the charities of mankind provide for those who 82 Drinking does not Pay! from competency have been reduced to destitution, and learn there the sad lesson, how many of them have ceased to become useful and valuable members of society, and dependent upon the taxes by which we support the poor, in consequence of yielding to the intoxicating bowl; and every poor-house answers, " Drinking does not pay." Examine the statistics of the gallows, and learn how many of its victims were induced to take the downward road thither by that intoxicating cup which turned their brains and nerved their arm for the blow which sent them to the gallows; and the gallows tells you that "drinking does not pay." Read history, and learn from it how many of the great and the gifted in other lands as well as our own have commenced at winiedrinking and ended in ruin, mental and physical; and history tells you that "drinking does not pay." Nay, more, read the papers of the day, and from every quarter you hear, morning after morning, and evening after evening, of the thousands who, once having pledged at the altar a lifetime of devotion and affection to their brides, reel home fromn a drunken debauch, to treat with brutality and violence those who should be as dear to them as their heart's blood; and this army of worse than widowed wives, whose woes no one but themselves can realize, tells you most sadly and impressively that "drinking does not pay." It has been well said, " It is the first step that costs." Young men, stepping out upon the threshold of life, with everything bright and hopeful in your future, let me adjure you, above all things else next to devotion to that religion which is to smooth your pathway to the tomb, avoid taking that first step. Plant your feet upon that solid rock of sobriety, as well as of safety, and then you may know that, so far as intemperance is concerned, its waves can dash against you, but they will dash in vain. HON. SCHUYLER COLFAX. 83 Opening Speech. OPENING ~PEECH. SHOULD you ask me whence these children, Whence the young men and these maidens? I should answer, I should tell you, From the hills and valleys round us, From the homes that proudly own them. Should you ask me why the children, Why the young men and these maidens, Have thus gathered here together? I should answer, I should tell you, They have come to pledge their friendship To the fountains and the streamlets, To the clear, refreshing waters; They would thrust for' ever from them All the liquors that are evilSparkling wine, that old deceiver, Deadly as the stinging adder, With all hard and stupid cider, And the strong and fiery brandy; Punch and whiskey are included, And the mug of sweetened toddy; And they come to give the promise That they will not ever utter Oaths against their heavenly Father. This is why have come the children Singing songs of cheer and gladness; Speaking words of joy and sadness; That they may not join with drunkards, Nor with swearers, nor with smokers, But in all good ways may follow Footsteps of the blessed Saviour, And so please their heavenly Father. 84 Found Dead Drunk. FOUND PEAD PRUNK. A PARODY. ONE more inebriate Into the gutter. " Thick-headed muddlepate," Hear the crowd mutter. Take him up roughly, Blue-coated star, Shake him, and pitch gruffly Into the car. Look at his hat so battered, His face quite bespattered, While the mud constantly Drips from his clothing. Off with him instantly, Spurn him with loathing. Touch him not mournfully, Think of him scornfully, Treat him not humanly. Beware the stains of him!f Into the lock-up with him. Let him sleep fumily. Look at the blotches That bloom on his noseGlowing red blotches, Scars, seams, and notches, As red as the rose. 85 Found Dead Drunk. Who is his father? Where is his mother? Has he a brother? Or is there another To keep this sot out of jail, Will at once sign for his bail, And away with this bother? Alas! for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun! Oh! it is pitiful! In a whole cityful, Friend he has none. Where the lamps quiver, So far on the river, With bright, sparkling light From window and casement, From garret to basement, We stand with amazement, And gaze at the sight. That we now behold Makes us tremble and shiver. Not. with fiercinzg cold Do we tremble and shiverHere, the life history, This, the paupers' mystery, Is thus unfurled. Yes, ihere! Ah! here: Cursed of the world. In this gambling hell, Rum poison they sell 86 Temperanee and Religion. To this miserable man. 'Tis death to drink it; Pause o'er it, think of it, Anti-temperance man. Vote for it, drink of it Then, if you can. Snatch it away quickly, Linger not there. Young man, ever so strictly Of wine-cups beware! PHIL. O. SOPHER. TEMPERANCE AND ~ELIGION. TEMPERANCE is not religion, but it is one of the virtues of religion. A man may be a temperance man without being a religious man; but he cannot be a pious or religious man so long as he remains an intemperate man. Temperance is an aid of religion; the ally of Christianity, preparing the mind and heart to receive the truth of religion. It casts the devil of drunkenness out of the man; sweeps.the temple of the soul with the pledge of abstinence, and fits it to receive the holy influence of true piety. There is no antagonism between temperance and religion, for the former prepares the way for the latter. Temperance societies are the nurseries of the church; temperance tracts are the leaves which are intended for the healing of the nations; temperance lectures are the voice of John the Baptist in the wilderness. Drunkenness is a physical disease, breaking out in blotches upon the face, and sapping and mining the foundations of health and life. The pledge is a panacea which never fails to cure the disease when it is taken in time and 87 Lulu's Speech. kept inviolate. Drunkenness is also a moral malady, and religion is the remedy which is sure to cure it when it is taken from the hand which offers it. Those men who trust to temperance for salvation are like the carpenters of Noah, who built a ship for other folks to sail in, and yet were drowned themselves at last. ULU'S FPEECH. 1 AM a little temperance girl Just five years old; I wouldn't drink a glass of wine If you'd fill the cup with gold. I have a little brother, We belong to the Band of Hope; I'spect there'll be no drunken men When he and I grow up. For, don't you see, the l'lile ones Are all going to join the Band, And we'll soon be great big temnierance folks. Oh! won't that be so grand When there's not a drunkard to be seen? For, don't you think its queer, The first lhzng drunkards learn to drink Is the cider, wine, and beer! And so we belong to the Band of Hope. And we mean to be good and true; And all the little boys and girls We shall ask to join us, too. MRS. E. 3. RICiMOND. 88 'Tze Drukl- kn Alio/zier. THE PRUNKEN j}OTHER. A TRUE STORY. THE waning moon hung out her feeble light; Dim stars shone here and there one winter night. Amongst abodes of indigence and care, Down a dark court, a wretched home stood there. The house three stories high-the bottom floor Saw squalid poverty unseen before; No pestilence or famine cursed the land, But o'er that house intemp'rance waved its wand. The dying embers long had ceased to blaze On hearth once bright with light of better days; Intoxication with its fearful blast, Like a destroying angel, had been past. There lonely children sat with weary eyes, 'Twas near the Sabbath morning's peaceful rise; The absent mother, so required within, Was at the tavern drinking ale or gin. They talked of her, told of their wants and woesHow pledged their shoes, and from their backs the clothes; How all the thoughts that ever she could- think Were sacrificed unto her idol-Drink. The spirit-bottle on the secret shelf Ruined her home, her children, and herself; Affection, pity, anger-all in vain; Oft she repented, and then drank again. 89 90 Look not on the Wine when it is Red. And strongly urged by kindness to abstain, She said she would, and never drink again; She signed the pledge, but soon that vow was broke, And then the demon Drink confirmed his yoke. The circling ball rolls on when once begunThus good and evil must their courses run. One night, with indistinctive thoughts of bed, She reeled home dizzy, stumbled, and was dead. The extra glass to bid a friend good-by Was the first cloud that darkened all their sky, And those whom once she fondly called her own Through insatiate thirst on Providence were thrown. The fairest flower of Eden still bears seedMan's joy in sorrow and his help in need; But she made life and prospect here below "A mourning, lamentation, and a woe." This moral learn: to grow to hardened sin, We only need by littles to begin; And then, when hope of reformation's past, A long-forbearing judgment comes at last. CHARLES CROSS. ROOK NOT ON THE fINE WHEN IT IS:ED. BEWARE! oh! beware! Young stranger, take care, When it sparkles before thee so brilliant and fair; And away turn thine eye To yon pure azure sky, And think of his word who is Sovereign there. Cold Water Greeting. Though at first it delight thee, Like a serpent'twill bite thee, And sting like an adder! Beware! oh! beware! If the wine-cup be bright, 'Tis a treacherous light, And will lead thee to ruin. Oh! flee from the snare! FOLD BATES PREETING. I AM glad to be here to-night. Here we are assembled in the name of God, who has taken care of us all our lives long, who has sent his Son to redeem us, and who has sent his Holy Spirit to cleanse us. We began this meeting with a prayer, and we will close it with a benediction. Let heaven rejoice, and hell tremble; let all the grog-shops from Nova Scotia to California hallo; we will set up our banners. I cannot understand why all the poets and romancers, when they begin to talk about a good time, always gather it around a wine-bottle or alecask, as if people could not have a good time unless they became half drunk. I don't believe there is a man here who has taken anything stronger than Hyson tea or Old Dominion coffee; and have you ever seen a merrier group? Cold water is good for the constitution. It puts no gout into the toes; it puts no dimness into the eyet; it puts no trembling into the limbs. It never sets a man at midnight interviewing a lamp-post. It never turns respectable men into gutter inspectors. It never turns domestic arrangements upside down until the father is as bad off as the man who said that none of his children took after him, except his eldest daughter, and she took after him with a broomstick. I read in some paper a very learned disquisition showing that alcohol is just the thing for the constitution, especially for those with the gi Cold Water Greeting. medulla oblongata, or something like that, which I suppose to be something similar to the disease with which Mrs. Brent was afflicted. Her husband was a very illiterate man; he thought he would not have a doctor, and that he would read up and treat the case himself. He afterward told a friend-that he believed his wife was threatened with a very bad attack of" diagnosis," and that, if she got that, she would be a "goner." And true enough, in a very few weeks, it was inscribed on her tombstone: " Here lies Mrs. Brent; She kicked up her heels, and away she went." I think that cold water is not only good for the body, but it keeps us, as we are all found to-night, in good heart and at peace with all the world; and, taking the words of the only out-and-out temperance man who ever lived in the White House, "We have malice toward none, and charity for all." For those poor fellows who are the victims of strong drink we have compassion, we have prayer, we have Christian sympathy, we have all help. For those who sell rum we have deep pity that they should bring upon themselves the scorn of good society; that they should bring upon themselves the retributions of eternity. When a mnan comes with a soul and body all on fire with evil habits, and looks up into the face of the Lord God, and says, " Help, help," I tell you that all the resources of omnipotence and eternity are pledged to that man's deliverance, and he will get it. Let us, as we start a new year form the resolution to do more work in the temperance cause. You who have pens, write; you who have tongues, speak; you who have helping hands, help. And God grant that there may be hundreds and hundreds of prodigals, with their scarred and palsied tongues looking heavenward, by our prayers and by our efforts brought out from their bondage. 92 The Drunkard. 'rhe s a labor to be wrought, There's a race that we must run, There's a battle to be fought, And a victory to be won. For a cheated nation's sake! Ho, ye people! plundered all By the slaves of alcohol, Rouse, the demon's arm to break; Wide awake, boys! wide awake." REV. T. DE WITT TALMAGE. THE pRUNKARD, GIVE me drink, the drunkard said, I will not take the temperance vow Too long this dark'ning life I've led For you to try to save me now; And I could not, with my mad brain, Share of the joys of life again. Too many evils clasp my heart For me to rend the bonds apart; For me to try to see the dawn, That breaks beyond the gloomy river, When the soul from earth has gone Back unto the Eternal Giver, Disgraced and lost for evermore. I shall not walk the sun-bright plain; And it is useless to deplore That which I cannot have again. There was a time when I could claim, Away back in the by-gone years, A happy heart and honored name; I then had no for boding fears, 93 The Drunkard. And all the world was full of light, And life to me was dear and bright. But in the tempting glass I found The demon that my soul has boundThe demon that has led me on From -crime to crime, through sin and gloom, Till every joy I loved is gone, And I must meet a fearful doom, And nevermore can hope to hear Fond words from love-lips kindly spoken; But must await in doubt and fear, Until the last frail link is broken. Yon pompous man now riding by, With trotting bays and carriage fine, Who never gives one pitying sigh, First gave to me the tempting wine. My earnings helped to place him there, But now I cannot ride with himI'm lower than his classes are, And my eyes are red and dim. Will he be punished less than I In the great eternity? He took my hard-earned gold away,. And made me what I am to-day. Poor Mary wept and prayed for me, And, broken-hearted, died at last; Her grave is down beside the sea, And I can only mourn the past; Can only in my grief await The coming of a darker fate. God knows I did not wish to be The wretched being I am now; The serpent clinging fast to me, And shame and sin stamped on my brow, And in my heart a pall of gloom That dark and fatal makes my doom. OLIVER PERRY MANLO(VE. 94 Facts Worth Knowing. FACTS ~ORTH SNOWING. THERE is no greater evil in all Christendom than intemperance. There are no sterner reasons for any reform in the world than for the temperance reform. There is no evil producing such dreadful results; there is no cause that can be espoused in behalf of which so much can be said in its favor, so much in the way of fact and statistic and argument appealing to the mind. You have heard say that one hundred thousand lives are lost by intemperance. That may be a high estimate; they used to talk about sixty thousand as being the number of deaths occasioned by liquor. Sixty thousand annually destroyed! Have you any idea of what that means? Suppose that an earthquake should have swallowed up four cities like Auburn in this State; that would have made sixty thousand. Suppose another earthquake should swallow up another city in Pennsylvania, then another in some other State, and so it should go on year after year; how long would we be living in this land? Would we not leave it as we would fly from the pestilence? And yet sixty thousand lives are destroyed every year by alcoholic drinks. You have heard of the terrible accident that occurred on the Hudson River Railroad, when the express-train ran into an oil-train, and twenty lives were lost. As the morning paper was taken up, horror ran through the community; everybody felt thrilled with excitement in view of the awful havoc in connection with that railroad accident. Suppose that the next month a similar telegraphic dispatch was sent that another accident had happened on the same road, and next month another, throughout the year; that would have amounted to about two hundred and fifty lives lost on the Hudson River Railroad for a 9$ I The Little Armies. year. By the end of the year, there is not a man or woman in this city, who, if they heard of a friend of theirs talking about going to Albany on the Hudson River Railroad, but would go to that person, and endeavor, by all the influences they could command, to persuade that individual to keep off that road. Suppose these accidents occurred every week instead of monthly, or every day instead of every week, then you would have only seven thousand lives lost annually on that road, if tidings had come to you every morning of an accident of a similar nature. And then what would have been done? Why, that railroad would have been torn up from its base, the iron would have been pitched into the river, the ties would have been destroyed, and the cars burned to pieces, and this community would have said, "No more cars on that road." Suppose from eight other roads the same tidings had come, there would not be a railroad in the country, for no man would venture upon a car. If there were eight such accidents from eight different roads every day in the year, there would not be so many lives lost as are destroyed by intemperance. Now, these are facts; and facts like these need to be brought before the community, in order to inform the mind, touch the conscience, and arouse the heart. REV. HERRICK JOHNSON. THE lITTLE ARMIES. THERE are two little armies On the world's great battle-field, Though unnoted oft by mortals, To the eyes of God revealed. 96 The Little Armies. Though we hear no shouts of triumph, Though we see no fearful fray, Those little armies battle For the Right or Wrong each day; The Right or Wrong each day. They must fight; no ground is neutral; And I watch the sides they take; One little army chooses To fight for Truth's dear sake; The banner floating o'er it Rises grandly up to view; And I read this glorious motto: Fighting for the Good and True; For Temperance and God." How brave that little army! What a halo o'er it shines! And even angels welcome Every soldier to its lines; How sweet the stirring music Of the tramp of little feet That in God's holy highway Swiftly onward, upward beat: Onward and upward beat. Alas! the other army, 'Neath a gloomy flag unfurled, Marches with the ranks of evil; Treads the dark ways of the world; Not for the true and beautiful Does it grow brave and strong; For, lo! upon its banner I read, " Fighting for the Wrong; Old surly-hearted Wrong." MARY FLETCHER BEAVERS. 97 98 A n A crostic.- The Temperance Enterprise. AN ACROSTIC ON THE'YORD PISTILLERY. D RINK naught that's made within my walls, list to my warning voice: I deal in strongest poisons here, just watered to men's choice. Save all your money, laboring men, and then you'll wisely see 'Twere better far to burn it all than take strong drink from me. I and my masters are the cause of every drunkard's woe; L eave off this dangerous trifling, then, which hurts your body so. Look all around, and see the ills which spots like me have wrought; Everywhere see my handiwork-give that your deepest thought. Resolve without delay, and then, if from my path you look, You'll live to bless the very day that my advice you took. HE TEMPERANCE {NTER'PRISE. AN enterprise that has fed the hungry, and clothed the naked, and healed the sick, and taught the ignorant, and elevated the degraded, and gladdened the sorrowful, and led to the cross multitudes that had been wandering far away; an enterprise that has gathered again the fortune that had been scattered, and built again the home that had been ruined, and raised again the character that had been blasted, and bound up the heart that had been broken; an enterprise that has given peace where there Vote Yes, or No. was discord, and gladness where there had been woe, that has broken open many a prison door, and restored to his right mind many a maniac; an enterprise that has prevented many a suicide, and that has robbed the gallows of many a victim that would otherwise have been there; an enterprise that has thinned the work-house, and the hospital, and the jail, but that has helped to fill the school, and the lecture-room, and the industrial exhibition; an enterprise that has turned into useful citizens those that were the pests of society, one of the best educators of the masses, one of the chief pioneers of the Gospel; an enterprise which is not Christ, but which is as one of the holy angels that go upon his mission. Like some fair spirit from another world, our great enterprise has trodden the wilderness, and flowers of beauty have sprung up upon her track. She has looked around, gladdening all on whom her smiles have fallen; she has touched the captive, and his fetters have fallen off; she has spoken, and the countenance of despair has been lighted up with hope; she has waved her magic wand, and the wilderness has rejoiced and blossomied as the rose. Like the fabled Orpheus, she has warbled her song of mercy, and wild beasts, losing their ferocity, have followed gladly and gratefully in her train. She has raised up those that have been worse than dead. sepulchred in sin, and she has led multitudes to the living waters of salvation."' NEWMAN HALL. YOTE 7ES 0Or TO. VOTE yes, and the vile demon drink Shall raise its awful head on high, That man, the noble work of God, May helpless in the gutter lie; 99, , —, I Vote Yes, or No. The drunkard's wife may starve and weep, And the poor children, all forlorn, In their degraded sphere become Victims of drink and vice and scorn. Vote no, and love and peace will dwell In the poor saved inebriate's home; His wife will thank the God above Her husband never cares to roam; The children, in their joyful glee, Have learnt to meet him with delight; No more he drinks the drunkard's drink, Because you voted for the right. Vote yes, and many an only son Will cause his mother's heart to ache, For she with bitter sorrow finds His promises are made to break; His craving appetite demands, And drink, he feels, must be supplied; And so from paths of rectitude Helpless he wanders far and wide. Vote no, and mothers good and true Will shower blessings on your head, For many a son will be restored Whom drink a helpless victim led; )runkards will learn to walk erect, And many a home be filled with joy, .rid many a son will be reformed, And many a mother bless her boy. Vote yes, and paupers multiply, And crime of every sortwill reign, And man degraded will become A needless sufferer of pain; ioo -i ;i.-'k i " -., ..,i Song of the Water. Transformed, he will no longer seek To raise and help his fellow-man, But to the deepest, darkest depths With bitter hate drag all he can. Vote no, and He who made the world Will bless and crown the righteous deed; Your prayers and votes with one accord Ask that the drunkard may be freed; And God, the high, the just, and great, The double action will approve, Because its promptings are sincere, The pure outgrowth of fervent love. THOMAS R. THOMPSON. ONG OF THE JATE. You may find me in the mountain, In the little gurgling rills; I am gushing from the fountain, And coursing down the hills. I am rolling in the billows, And on the breakers ride; My home is with the mariner Out on the ocean wide. You may find me in the dew-drop That is glistening on the flowers; I come to drooping nature In cool, refreshing showers. I amn glancing in the sunbeams From my cloud-spangled house on high, And I come in dewy sadness, With tears that never dry. I-.of Io2 A Drunken Soliloquy in a Coal-Cellar. You may find me in the river, Rushing on with ceaseless roar, Until it meets its comrade By some far-.off distant shore. I am found in misty ether, Hanging, quivering o'er the earth, And gathered up like pearl-drops, Ere the clouds have given me birth. And I come in fleecy whiteness, Drifting, drifting lightly down, Covering hill and vale and meadow With a pure and spotless gownAn emblem of the beauty And the purity above, Where the angels shine in glory In yonder world of love. I bring health, and joy, and gladness Where'er I am used aright; I sometimes chase the shadows, And make all faces bright. Then fill each costly goblet, As you gather round the'board, With pure and sparkling water Brought from nature's choicest hoard. A PRUNKEN j0OLILO(UY IN A FOAL-FELLAP,. LET'S see, where am I? This is coal I'm lying on. How'd I get here? Yes, I mind now; was coming up street; met a wheel-barrow what was drunk, coming t'other way. That wheel-barrow fell over me, or I fell over the wheel-barrow, and one of us fell into the cellar; A Drunken Soliloquy in a Coal-Cellar. I103 don't mind now which; guess it must have been me. I'm a nice young man; yes, I am-tight, tore, drunk, shot! Well, I can't help it,'tan't my fault. Wonder whose fault it is? Is it Jones's fault? No! Is it my wife's fault? No-o-o! IT'S WHISKEY'S FAULT! WHISKEY! Who's whiskey? Has he got a large family? Got many relations? All poor, I reckon. I won't own him any more; cut his acquaintance I have had a notion of doing that for the last ten years; always hated to, though, for fear of hurting his feelin's. I'll do it now, for I believe liquor is injurin' me; it's spoilin' my temper. Sometimes I gets mad, and abuses Bets. When I come home, she used to put her arms around my neck and kiss me, and call me " dear William!" When I come home now, she takes her pipe out ofther mouth, puts the hair out of her eyes, and looks at me and says, "Bill, you drunken brute, shut the door after you! We're cold enough, havin' no fire,'thout lettin' the snow blow in that way." Yes, she's Bets, and I'm Bill now; I an't a good bill, nother; I'm counterfeit; won't pass (a tavern without goin' in and gettin' a drink). Don't know what bank I'm on; last Sunday was on the river-bank, at the Corn Exchange, drunk! I stay out pretty late sometimes out all night, when Bets bars the door with a bedpost. Fact is, I'm out pretty much all over-out of friends, out of pocket, out at elbows and knees, and outrageously dirty. So Bets says; but she's no judge, for she's never clean herself. I wonder she don't wear good clothes. May be she an't got any! Whose fault is that? 'Tan't mine! It may be whiskey's. Sometimes I'm in; I'm in toxicated now, and in somebody's coal-cellar. I've got one good principle: I never runs in debt'cause nobody won't trust me. One of my coat-tails is gone; got tore off, I expect, when I fell down here. I'll have to get a new suit soon. A fellow told me t'other day that I'd make a good sign for a paper-mill. If he hadn't been so big, I'd licked him. I an't very stout, neither, though A Child's Vow. I'm full in the face. As the boys say, "I'm fat as a match and healthy as the small-pox." It's getting cold down here; wonder how I'll get out? I an't able to climb; if I had a drink, I think I could do it. Let's see, I an't got three cents. WVish I was in a tavern, I could sponge it then. \When anybody treats, and says, "Come, fellers!" I always thinks my name is fellers, and I've too good manners to refuse. I must leave this place, or I'll be arrested for burglary, and I an't come to that yet. Anyway, it was the wheelbarrow did the harm, and not me! A. BURNETT. _,C HILD'S YOW. CIDER I will not sip, It shall not pass my lip, Because it has made drunkards by the score. The apples I will eat, But cider, hard or sweet, I will not touch, or taste, or handle more. The ruddy-red wine-cup I never will lift up, A snake is coiled beneath the gleaming wine A deadly, poison thing, And he will bite and sting; I see his fierce eyes through the bubbles shine. I will not taste of gin, It leads to vice and sin; And so do brandy, ale, and rum, and beer. But God has made a drink Better than all, I thinkCold water; that we never need to fear. 104 Be Brave, My Brother. It does not steal our brains, It does not give us pains, It quenches thirst, and does not leave a sting. That is the drink for me Cold water, pure and free, That gushes from the pearly mountain-spring. ELLA WHEELER. PE P3RAVE, }Y P3ROT1El! BE brave, my brother! And let the wine-cup pass; Gird up thy strength, for much it needs To shun the social glass. It may be a beauty's hand That proffereth it to thee; Put on thine armor to withstand Such twofold witchery. 'Tis not alone the battle-field That needs a hero true, There's many a strife in calmer life That needs a hero too. Then be brave, my brother, And let the wine-cup pass; Gird up thy strength, for much it needs To shun the social glass. Be strong, my brother, Refise the glowing cup, Although it needs thy utmost strength Sometimes to give it up. Where genial spirits meet, And friends around thee press, Put on thine armor to defend Thy path in gentleness. 1,05 I -' I.I I I Objections against Abstinenee. For many a joyous feast And hospitable board May prove as rife with battle strife As battle-fields afford. But be strong, my brother, Refuse the glowing cup, Although it takes thy utmost strength Sometimes to give it up. Be firm, my brother, And joys will soon be thine The joys of peace and happiness Surpass the joys of wine. To help destroy the serpent's sting, Make bare the lion's den, Removing much that's dangerous From'mongst thy fellow-men; 'Tis surely worth the striving for, And worth thy ablest powers, To clear the way for better days In this fair world of ours. Then be firm, my brother, And joys will soon be thine The joys of peace and happiness, Surpassing joys of wine. PBJECTIONS AGAINST ABSTINENCE. HARDLY any sensible person now defends drinking upon the old plan; but when any one speaks about total abstinence or temperance, the usual mode is to "trot out" some objection against it, and then to endeavor to ride off upon that objection. It is common, for example, to say, "Why, wine is a creature of God, and what could io6 4. i -1 - -' "I.-,. -i :, ii 1; -. Objections against A bstinence. it have been for but drinking? and if it be a creature of God, therefore it is plain that men must be held to be warranted in using it." It is sufficient to say that there are many creatures of God to the use of which it is proper to set a limit. Arsenic, for example, is very useful in the arts and sciences, very useful in medicine, and is used by young girls, it is alleged, in Styria in beautifying the skin; but every one knows perfectly well that there are certain limits set, not merely by the common sense of the individual, but by the law, to the use of arsenic. It regulates its sale, and, in many countries, the form and the quantity in which it shall be sold are prescribed. And if it be right and proper to set these limits, and on the part of men to submit to them, it is conceivable that it may be equally right and just and proper to fix a certain limit to the use of this particular creature, and to confine all men and women that have respect to their comfort and welfare within those certain and definite limits. Well, but it is undeniably said that the Bible records the case of many people who use wine, and there is no explicit condemnation of their use of it. Suppose we concede that for a moment; there is no difficulty about it. You must be ready to admit, on the other hand, that in many places the Bible explicitly condemns the abuse of wine; it explicitly speaks against strong drink; it denounces it in the strongest language of which we know. Well, but it is said on the part of some: "You take the case of a good man like Timothy. Now, it is unquestionable that Timothy is expressly enjoined by the inspired writer to use a little win for his stomach's sake and for his often infirmities." I think that is the one text which the opponents of total abstinence know the best in the whole Bible. Indeed, it seems to me that if they had the making of a kind of eclectic Bible, that and two or three other texts would be about the whole of it. But it appears to me that they entirely misapprehend the force and meaning of that statement. If 107 Objections against Abstinence. one judges that statement correctly, it comes substantially to this: That whether he was right or wrong about the matter, Timothy's ordinary habit had been to drink water, and water only. That seems to be the clear, intelligible, and fair inference from the statement. But now an exceptional condition of his health had arisen, and, in view of that peculiar state of his health, the Apostle Paul, reflecting that wisdom and consideration by which the Bible is everywhere characterized, says, " Use no longer water, but use a little wine for thy stomach's sake and for thine often infirmities." And we should do precisely the same thing. We should not feel as an ordinary matter that there was anything in our principles of Christian temperance that interfered with our endorsing or accepting the counsel that was thus given; but I would emphatically make it a very little wiYe for one's stomach sake. If any one is inclined to insist upon pushling the Scripture argument, there is another view that I would commend to the consideration of thoughtful people. Men will say to us, "Ah! yes, everybody is agreed that the abuses of the thing are very bad." There was a day within the memory of some here when1 people did not talk about the abuses, but they have been carried over that. They all admit the abuses are very bad; they say, "Why don't you total abstinence people keep hammering at the abuses? Why do you talk so much against the uses?" Well, now, upon that subject there is something for fair and candid people to take into accoant. Is it not conceivable that the frequent use of a thing may become attended with evils so near, so palpable, so many, and so serious, that it will be wise for a good man to consider whether he ought not to forego eveni the use? Was not that practically the condition in which the Apostle Paul found himself in another matter? Was not that practically the state of things that he contemplated when he said, "If meat make my br(other to offend, I shall eat no mleat while the world log The Drink! Thze Drink! standeth?" Was not that practically his state of mind in another case when he said,' It is good neither to eat flesh, nor to drink wine, nor anything whereby thy brother stumbleth, or is offended, or is made weak?" Does any man in his senses question that there are hundreds and thousands and tens of thousands of people made weak, made to stumble, and destroyed by the use of this thing? REV. JOHN HALL, D.D. THE pRINK! THE PRINK! COME near, all ye who have learned to think, And hear me speak of the drink, the drink; Come, male and female; come, age and youth, And list while I tell the simple truth. It's bad for the brain, it's bad for the nerves, For the man that buys and the man that serves; It's bad for the eyes, and it's bad for the breath, It's bad for life, and it's worse for death; It's bad for the pocket, it's bad for the fame, It's bad when often it bears no blame; It's bad for friendship, it's worse for strife, It's bad for the husband, it's bad for the wife; It's bad for the face, where the pimples come, It's bad for the children, and bad for the home; It's bad when the tradesman's bill's to pay, It's bad-oh! how bad-for a "rainy day"; It's bad when it nerves a man to do The crime that he's not accustomed to. It was bad for the culprit who sighs in jail, It's bad for his wife-so pale, so pale; It's bad for the strong, and it's bad for the weak, For the sallow tinge that it lends to the cheek; iog Pitcher or yug? It's bad when the social glass we take, And bad next morning when we awake; It's bad for the day when you pay rent, And bad for the child with the pitcher sent; It is bad for the young who schooling lack, And bad for the clothes on the drunkard's back; The ruffian's joy, the murderer's hope, The passport oft to the hangman's rope; It's bad, as myriads who moan below, Could they once return, would be fain to show; It's bad in the morning, it's bad at night, Though the talk is loud, and the fire burns bright; It's bad, for it leads from bad to worseNot only bad, but a giant curse; The poor man's bane, destruction's gate, The church's shame, the blight of the state A poison fly, with a venomous sting, That makes our glory a tainted thing. FITCHER 0IE JUG? WHICH, in the heat of noontide sun, Which, when the work of day is done, Refreshes most the weary one, Pitcher or jug? Which makes strong to cradle the grain, Which heaps highest the harvest train, Which gives muscle and heart and brain, Pitcher or jug? Which sows kindness over the soil, Lighting the heavy hours of toil, With friendly words that never roil, Pitcher or jug? 110 No Man has a Right to be Neutral. The pitcher, filled from the bubbling spring, Playing and spraying, Curling and whirling, Over the pebbles, under the hill. It cools the brow and steadies the brain, Making the faint one strong again. For its daily task it nerves the arm, And lends to labor a borrowed charm. It is a step on the road to wealthMany a step in the way of health. It lightens home with a cheerful glow, And banishes from it useless woe; It smiles on the children's winsome ways, And leaves no sting on the holidays; So in all the best things a man will be richer If he gives up the jug, and drinks from the pitcher. 0O'AN HAS A fIGHT TO BE ~EUTRAL, No man has a right to be neutral in the great work of temperance, at this age, and in this country. Every man, from considerations of personal safety, from moral considerations, from considerations of his relations to his fellow-men in social life, and from considerations of patriotism or of state, ought to take sides in this matter, and let his position be known of all men. It is too notorious to require any proof that, to a very great extent, especially in the cities, our legislation begins in the grogshop. The seed of judges is planted there. Our administrations spring out of the ooze and mud of drinkingholes. Our national councils are begun there. The machinery of government is arranged there. There is no part of the community so active as that which lives in I I I Vote It Out. the indulgence of the animal appetites; and there is no part of the community which should be watched over with such sleepless vigilance by those who, by sound morality and superior judgment, are fitted to wisely administer the affairs of the nation. And the time has conme when all good men, who have so long staid aIt home, and left the management of political affairs in the hands of dissipated and unscrupulous men, should come together, and take the side of purity and temperance. WVe must produce a radical change in the public sentiment of the country on this vital question, or we shall be destroyed by the overwhelming deluge of the drinking habits of society. H. W. BEECHER. yOTE JT PUT. THERE'S a nuisance in the land, Rank with age and foul with crime, Strong with many a legal band, Sanctioned by the touch of time; 'Tis the question of the hour, How shall we all the wrong o'erpower? Vote it out; This will put the thing to rout. We have begged the traffic long, Begged it both with smiles and tears, To abate the flood of wrong, But it answered us with sneers; We are weary of the scourge, This the way at last we urge: Vote it out; Loyal people, raise the shout. i I 2 Vote It Out. 'Tis the battle of the hour. Freemen, show your strength again; In the ballot is your power, This will bring the foe to pain; WVe have preached against the wrong, Argued, plead, with words of song; Votes are stout, Let us vote the traffic out. Vote it out of decency; Vote it down a craven crime; Let the fearful traffic be Branded for all coming time; Draw the lines of right, and stand, Christian man, and show your hand; Vote it out, Join it with your prayer devout. While the broken-hearted pray, Where the bitterest tears are poured, In low anguish every day, In the sight of God, the Lord, Let us pray and say "Amen," Lifting holy hands, and then Vote it out; It will bring the victor's shout. Never shall the promise fail, God is with us for the right; Truth is mighty to prevail, Faith shall end in joyous sight; We shall see the hosts of rum Palsied with affright and dumb; Vote it out, This will put the trade to rout. 11 3 . i Streams of Pure Water. PTREAMS OF SURE'YATEE. WHEN Adam, the first of our ill-doing race, Was sent into Eden, that beautiful place, He drank of pure water, and thought no disgrace To drink of the streams of pure water. The whiskey may stir up your fancy awhile, But there's stuff in a glass all your visions to spoil; And he that would still have his face wear a smile Must drink of the streams of pure-water. Had Noah drunk water when wine was his fare, He had not been laughed at, as people declare; But wine he would have, and more than his share — He cared not for springs of pure water. So, good people, now it is plain to be seen, As the boys say that live in Old Erin the green, "That lumps of misfortune are kegs of poteen," But joy is in streams of pure water. Then here's to pure water, the life of the land, On honor's bright bosom it ne'er laid a brand; And we, while it circles our dear rocky strand, Will sing of the streams of pure water. .II4 Moral Sentiment. CORAL SENTIMENT. AFTER the victories of half a century, we at last confront a moral foe whose dominion is co-extensive with the abode and business of man. What pre-eminent question is now before the moral world? Is it personal liberty? Domestic slavery has been destroyed from continent and island. The black man has risen4o tihe dignity and to the immunities of manhood. In our own country he stands side by side with the Caucasian; and whatever rights yet remain for him to enjoy he will soon receive. What remains now for us to do? What great cause is to engage the affections, the zeal, the attention of all good persons in the church and out of the church? I hold that that pre-eminent cause is the cause of temperancea cause that carries its interests to the abode of every man for the evils of intemperance are co-extensive with the home of every human being. Those evils are not confined to our Republic. They are felt through South America and Central America; they are realized in all the great capitals of Europe; they are experienced in Asia, Africa, and in the islands of the sea. Much has been accomplished, but much remains to be done. Some great facts are worthy of our cognizance, because they have received the approbation of every candid mind; and first of all, the power and the wisdom of personal effort and of moral suasion in this great moral enterprise. I question whether there are two persons in any Christian land who disagree touching the power and the practigability of persuading men by personal effort to abandon the intoxicating cup. The law of limitation is as prevalent as law itself. This universe, from atoms to worlds, is subject to law, and %..: II5 Moral Sentiment. atoms and worlds are subject to the limitations of law. Absolute liberty does not exist in God'v universe; it cannot co-exist with God as the sovereign of the universe. Therefore, there must be a limit to law. What now remains to be accomplishied? The creation of an intelligent and permanent moral sentiment touching this great cause; for back of constitutions, and back of laws, and back of administrations, there lies a moral sentiment which gives potency to law and authority to government. This fair Republic of ours would go to pieces, like a rope of sd, were it not for the existence and the sustaining of a moral sentiment in this country. I hold that this country is not governed so much by law as it is by moral sentiment. Moral sentiment here is more potent than government itself. It is moral sentiment that turns out the thieves and robbers from your city governments. Moral sentiment may be in a minority, but whenever moral sentiment is aroused on the side of rilght, it assurmes the proportion of omnipotence, and it is equal to any and every emergency. Wickedness is alaays covwardly. One of the greatest of men has said, "1 The wicked flee when no man pursueth," and one gifted with a genius as great, has said on the opposite side, "Thrice armed is he who hath his quarrel jest; And he but naked, though locked up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted." We wish, therefore, to create an intelligent and permanelnt moral sentiment on two things: first, that inteimp - rance is an evil, only evil, and always evil, whether in the form of moderate drinking or in tihe form of habitual drunkenness. We want to create an intelligent permanent moral sentiment that civil law should be on the side of this grand cause. Where and how shall'this moral sentiment be created? REV. J. P. NEWMAN. ii6 Where are You Going, Young Man.? WHERE ARE -YOU POING, yoUNG AAN? WHERE are you going so fast, young man? Where are you going so fast? With a cup in your hand, a flush on your brow, Though pleasure and mirth may accompany you now, It tells of a sorrow to come by-and-by, It tells of a pang that is sealed with a sigh, It tells of a shame at last, young manA withering shame that will last. Where are you going so fast, young man? Where are you going so fast? The flush of that wine there is only a bait, A curse lies beneath that you'll find when too late A serpent sleeps down in the depths of that cup, A monster is there that will swallow you up; A sorrow you'll find at last, young manIn wine there is sorrow at last. Sorrow you'll find in that cup, young man, A giant lurks in that bright sparkle and foam, To rob you of manhood, of friends, and of home, To make you a brute, and to rob you of peace, To bind you in chains with no chance of release; You die if you drink it up, young manYou die if you drink it up. There's a reckoning day to come, young man, A reckoning day to come, A life yet to live, and a death yet to die, A sad parting tear and a parting sigh, A journey to take, and a famishing heart, A sharp pang to feel from death's chilling dart, A curse if you drink that rum, young manBitterest curse in that rum, 117 The Year that is ta Come. Then halt in your mad career, young man, Halt in your maddened career, And read the sad warning beneath the wine, For this is the sentence, line upon line: Disaster and misery, sorrow and fear, Ruin, disgrace, and the world's taunting jeer, A soul that is lost with a leer, young man, A soul that is lost with a leer. TIHE EAR THIAT IS TO POME, WHAT are we going to do, dear friends, In the year that is to come, To baffle that fearful fiend of death Whose messenger is rum? Shall we fold our hands and bid him pass, As he has passed heretofore, Leaving his deadly-poisoned draught At every unbarred door? What are we going to do, dear friends? Still wait for crime and pain, Then bind the bruises, and heal the wound, And soothe the woe again? Let the fiend still torture the wdeary wife, Still poison the coming child, Still break the suffering mother's heart, Still drive the sister wild? Still bring to the grave the gray-haired sire, Still martyr the brave young soul, Till the waters of death, like a burning stream, O'er the whole great nation roll, 4 II8 The Year that is to Come. And poverty take the place of wealth, And sin, and crime, and shame Drag down to the very depths of hell The highest and proudest name? Is this our mission on earth, dear friends, In the years that are to come? If not, let us rouse and do our work Against this spirit of rum. There is not a soul so poor and weak, In all this goodly land, But against this evil a word may speak, And lift a warning hand. And lift a warning hand, dear friends, With a cry for her home and hearth, Adding voice to voice, till the sound shall sweep, Like rum's death-knell, o'er the earth, And the weak and wavering shall hear, And the faint grow brave and strong, And the true, and good, and great, and wise Join hands to right this wrong. Till a barrier of bold and loving hearts So deep and broad, is found, That no spirit of rum can overleap, Pass through, or go around. Then the spirit of rumin shall surely die; For his food is human lives, And only on hourly sacrifice The demon lives and thrives. And can we not do this, dear friends, In the years that are to come? Let each one work to save and keep Her loved ones and her home; 4 i8f iig Drinking for Health. Then the ransomed soul shall send to heaven A song without alloy, And "the morning stars together sing, And God's sons shout for joy." MRS. F. D. GAG,E. pRINKINQ FOR tEALTH. OUR homes are becoming fountain-heads of drunkenness. Wines and other drinks are on the tables, not only on special occasions, but regularly;.'and wives, mothers, and sisters, instead of frowning upon their use, encourage it by their example. How common it is for gentlemen in the chop-houses and restaurants to call for liquor at lunch, while at home they daily use wine or ale —" as a mediczine," of course! Now, what is the cause of this drift towards drinking for health? And who is directly responsible for it? The Peoye themnselves are chiefly responsible. They acquiesce in alcoholic prescriptions by the medical profession, and support by their patronage the villanous compounds which would otherwise prove profitless. Mothers are knowingly giving liquors in some shape to their infants (besides takling it themselves), and tens' of thousands of otherwise sensible people have come to believe that they must have some strong drink. A little must be taken for' weakness of the stomach," and a "faintness " and "goneness" of feeling when they get up. It must be sipped with the lunch, and drunk after dinner to "help digestion "; and they must have a "nightcap" before they go to bed! It would be a curious spectacle if the cellars, vaults, closets, and garrets of all the houses around us were to disgorge the filled and empty bottles that they contain, marked with some inscriptions of porter, ale, wine, tonics, bitters, and the like? l 20 Drinking for Health. But you say, "I take a little stimulant to helfi dzkestizon." Then you are behind the day-you are not posted; for the popular fallacy you hold is now thoroughly exploded. Do you not pfireserve things-that is, keep them from dissolution-by alcohol, as when you preserve a piece of meat or an animal or a reptile in it? The truth is that stimulants hinder digestion. The stomachs of men dying after two days' steady drunkenness have been opened, and the food was found wholly undigested —treserved, as snakes are, in alcohol! Mix gastric juice into crushed meat, and it readily dissolves; put in beer or wine instead, and it dissolves but little; put in alcohol, and you pfireserve it! This tells the story. If you say a glass of brandy or light wine gives redzef after an excessive meal, I will tell you why: nzot because digestion is aided, but because the stomach is nazrcoazzed or stufefed. The nerves are deadened for the time, and, therefore, you do not feel pain, The same is true when a sense of hunger and exhaustion from want of food is relieved by a drink of spirits. In both cases, a few drops of laudanum or a small dose of morphine would produce a precisely similar effect. Settle it in the mind, then, that no spirituous liquors can be conducive to good health. They do not give strength; they do not add warmth to the blood; they do not assist digestion. The best trainers strictly forbid their use to those striving for the highest physical development; and the brute creation are healthy without them. "In the natural world, the blackbird, thrush, canary, and nightingale drink nothing but water, and smoke nothing but fresh- air. A grove or wood in spring echoes with feathered musicians, each a teetotaler, ever singing, and never dry." Preposterous is it to imagine that men will thrive on what no other living thing can be made to touch! REV. H. C. FISH. 121 One- Night with Gin. PNE JIGHT WITH SIN. I'LL take some sugar and gin, if you please; I've a hacking cough perhaps'twill ease; Exposed myself yesterday; caught a severe coldAnd something warm-for it's good, I am told. Some say it's injurious; and no doubt it is To men who can't drink and attend to their biz; I have my opinion of men who cannot Drink now and then without being a sot. Wasting their lives, stunting their brains, Binding their families in poverty's chains, Seeking a bed in the gutter, like swine, Forgetting they're human for whiskey and wine. But of course you don't sell to that class of men; Don't blame you-correct-there's nothing in them; They're a damage to trade; they injure your bar More than their purses contribute, by far. Another glass, if you please; that's excellent gin; My cough I think's better than when I came in; Import this yourself? From Holland, you say? Like your taste for pure drinks. Here's a V; take your pay. By the Temperance Society-I'm annoyed and perplexed, Coaxed to join their society until I am vexedA piece of absurdity too foreign to think, That one can't indulge in a good social drink. 122 One Night wit Gin. Over.myself I know I've control, I can sip now and then from the rich, flowing bowl, Drink or not drink, do either with easeWhat a pity all men can't do as they please! Have a drink, did you say? Thank you, here's luck; That's the genuine article-no common truck. When I start, prepare me a flask of that old, For I'm certain it's helping my terrible cold. So fill up the glasses, and now drink with me, I've plenty of money-if you don't believe it, see; Look at these fifties, these twenties, this ten; Here's to you, drink hearty, and (hic) fill'em again. Stranger, (hic) I'm getting tired on my feet, So let's fill up and drink, (hic) then find a seat. (Hic) I like your appearance, (hic) can -see in your face That confidence in you is never misplaced. With your permission, I'll (hic) rest here a spell, For, mister, (hic) the fact is, I'm not (hic) feeling well. Guess you may give me (hic) a glass of that best; I think it's first-rate for a cold (hic) in the chest. Heavy eyes, heavy heart, thirsty, and mad; The gin is all gone, the head's feeling bad; The tongue's dry and parched; he calls for a drink To waken his wits and help him to think. Then looks for his friend, the one of last night, So winning and pleasant, so kind and polite; But he's gone, and a rough-looking man's in ~his place, With a dark, evil eye and a cQarse, bearded face. 12,t Prohibition. He's told that his "friend," so genial and witty, Receiving a despatch, has just left the city; The wretched young man then feels for his purse, Only to ejaculate "Gone!" with a curse. He appeals to the bar, charges robbery, theft, Calls for the man he's informed has just left, Then gently reminded they do not permit Their establishment cursed in a mad drunken fit; That he never lost money, had none to lose, Himself a thief, vagabond, thus to abuse A respectable house, where gentlemen come To socially quaff their ale, gin, and rum. Then rudely cast in the cold, open street, Moneyless, hungry, nothing to eatNo food for thought but reflection of shame, And a head half-crazed with a sobering pain. ROHIBITION, I'M a thorough-going temperance man; The crimes and woes of the world I scan; I pity its hard condition; The fountain of wrong I'd for ever dry, To stop the flow, I'd stop the supply And this is prohibition. If I knew a baker so badly bold That in every loaf of bread he sold Was arsenic, in secret glutition,, I'd oven him up in stone walls four, Where he could peddle out death no more And this is prohibition. 124 Prohibition. If a butcher I saw in the market street Who murdered the people with putrid meat, The infamous son of perdition! I'd stall him where his stand would be sure, His bread all plain, and his water pure And this is prohibition. If I heard a serpent hid in the grass, Who stung every traveller certain to pass, I'd curb his thirsty ambition; An iron heel on his head I'd bring, I'd crush out his life with its devilish sting And this is prohibition. If I had a fold, where the wolf crept in, And ate up my sheep and lambs, like sin, I'd hold him in tight partition; I'd choke the howl of his tainted breath, And save my flock by his instant death And this is prohibition. If an ox, let loose in a crowded lawn, Were wont to kill with his angry horn, All heedless of mortal petition; I'd cleave his skull with a swift-swung ax, And bury his horn in his bloody tracks And this is prohibition. If I met a dog that was wont to bite, Who worried my neighbors, day and night, I'd fix him by demolition! In spite of his waggings, and yelpings, and tears, I'd cut off his tail just back of his ears And this is prohibition. REV. C. W. DENISON. 125 Beware! BEWARE! ALL inspiration combines to give fearful and impressive warning. Fronm this very inspired Word, where God declares that no drunkard should enter the kingdom of heaven, there comes a voice from the Infinite lips saying to you and to me and to all. "Beware, beware!" -In that land where the streets are gold, and the gates are pearl, and the walls are jasper and sapphire, the finger of God has written, "No drunkard shall enter here." No drunkard shall sit down in the kingdom of heaven. I know not why it is there. It may be because he has voluntarily debased the image of God in which he was created. It may be because he has given himself up to the temptation which leads one away from that which is of good report, virtuous, and just. But whatever may be the reason, from that book which never errs comes this warning to us, - Beware!" To you it says, "Beware!" To the moderate drinker it says, "Beware!" The man you met this afternoon reeling in his cups on the sidewalkthe man you have seen drinking at the counter of the lowest saloon, began just as you begin. Poor-houses and prisons say to you, " Beware!" They whose arms were nerve, and whose forms were grace, to-day, dead from intoxication, say to you, with their gloomy lesson, "Beware!" Homes once happy, now miserable; wives once joyous in the love of their husbands, now turned to hatred, while the caresses of the husband are turned to abuse, and competence to poverty, from the midst of their miseries and desolation warn you and exclaim, "Beware!" Choose you this day whether you and yours will stand with us on the rock of safety, above the snares, and evil, and anguish, and misery, and woe, and desolation of the tempter; whether, defying the warnings that nature and 126 Filled with Wine. inspiration combine to give, you will go down; down, after the first step (for it is always the first that costs), that easy descent, until at last, wretched and dishonored, having lost the respect of others and your own self-respect, you end a miserable life by a home in a tomb, from which there is, if inspiration be true, no resurrection that shall take you to a better land. Does not your hope for happiness here and hereafter give emphasis to that one word which embodies all I can say to you, which comes from God's own lips, "Beware "? SCHUYLER COLFAX. FILLED WITH INE, THE following ode was written by L. M. Sargent, the distinguished author of" Sargent's Temperance Tales," in I837, for the Massachusetts Temperance Society, based on the following passage of Scripture: "Thou shalt speak unto them this word: Thus saith the Lord God of Israel, Every bottle shall be filled with wine; and they shall say unto thee, Do we not certainly know that every bottle shall be filled with wine? Then shalt thou say unto them, Thus saith the Lord, Behold,I will fill all the inhabitants of this lant, even the kings that sit upon David's throne, and the priests, and the prophets, and all the inhabitants of Jerusalem, with drunkenness. And I will dash them one against another, even the fathers and the sons together, saith the Lord; I will not pity, nor spare, nor have mercy, but destroy them."-Jeremiah xiii; I2 —I4. When Israel's God in his anger had spoken, The prophet prefigured the curse that he willed; It was not that life's golden bowl should be broken, But every bottle with wine should be filled. The priest of the altar, besotted and sunken, Was wrapped in the vengeance that Heaven had hurled; Kings, prophets, and patriarchs drank, and were drunken The grape's purest juice was the curse of the world. 127 Never Bean. Their bottles were filled with the nectar that gladdens The heart, which the patriarch drew from the vine; And not with that tincture of ruin that maddens God's vials of wrath were their bottles of wine! Avert, God of mercy, that sorrow and sadness That broke the fond hearts of Jerusalem then; Permit not the spirit of murder and madness To move with the form and the features of men! Oh! let us not torture the treasures of heaven To find where the secret of misery lies; The stream as it ripples, the rock that is riven, The pure draught of nature for mortal supplies. The bonds of the bacchanal hence let us sever, The draught that bewilders the reason, resign; The type of the prophet be cherished for ever God's vials of wrath were their bottles of wine! TEYE, P3EGIN. IN going downhill on a slippery track, The going is easy, the task getting back; But you'll not have a tumble, a slip, nor a stop, Nor toil from below, if you stay at the top. So from drinking, and swearing, and every sin, You are safe and secure if you never begin; Then never begin! never begin! You cannot be a drunkard unless you begin. So in mounting a ladder, or scaling a wall, You may climb to the top, or be bruised by a fall; My philosophy's this, and I think it is sound: If not needed above, to remain on the ground. i28 Shall We Fail. Some boast they can stand on the cataract's brinkSome do it, but some topple over and sink; Then I think, to be safe, the most sensible plan Is to keep from the brink just as far as you can. In a journey you may have to make the descent, By climbing, a danger to others prevent; You may rescue the child from the rock's giddy shelf But never save sinners by sinning yourself. So from drinking, and swearing, and every sin, You are safe and secure if you never begin. EDWARD CARSWELL PHALL YE FAIL? Soldiers of the Temperance army! gird yourselves, for the conflict is not over. Behold the bar-rooms in our midst. See their fiery contents as they stand like some burning volcanos, and we know not at what moment we may be overwhelmed by them. Oh! shall we slumber beneath the fires of Vesuvius and Etna, and be not alarmed? Methinks I hear the cry of fire, fire! rolling from the sultry belt to either pole. The world is on fire! burning up with the liquid fire-more terrific in its march than the Chicago flames! The cold-water army is on its march to extinguish the fire. If we succeed, we will proclaim a year of Jubilee-the world redeemed from the curse of dissipation. "Shout, earth! shout, heaven I " Then I would want our planet environed with a zodiac of unfading rainbow splendor, and inscribed on it, over either continent, in every dialect of earth, in burning characters, the golden inscription, "The world is re 129 Come and _ain Us. deemed from the curse of dissipation." That all nations might sit beneath the soul-cheering ark, and shout and sing the song of that redemption at once and for ever! Then the angels that in their flight from world to world bend their course to shun this bedlam of the universe, will turn out of their way to visit a second Paradise. Then will the temperance orders bathe our planet in an atmosphere of perfume " sweeter than Arabia sacrificed, and the spicy mountains in a flame." On the other hand, if we are finally overrun with drunkenness, whe'n the vision of the " black horse" shall appear, then will I ask his "rider" to release me from the horrid scenes that will ensue. The land of inebriates! the drunkard's planet! Let all nature mourn at the thought. Let the verdure of earth be withered, and the continent dressed in black, the ocean covered in sackcloth, and the heavens spread with mourning! Then let this dark planet be rolled down to the black portals of perdition, where men and devils, exchanging visits, may claim each other as appropriate neighbors. That total abstinence may ever peal in your ear, let my last word be abstain. May the angel, conscience, ever and anon whisper in your ear-abstain; breezes of earth bear it across the continent-abstain; billows of ocean roll it to the distant shores- abstain; heavens above congeal and echo back in world-wide thunder tonesabstain! WATSON M. VAUGHAN. PORE AND jOIN Fs, OH! not with the fife and the murderous knife, And the rolling sound of the battle-drum, And the dreadful waste of human life, Do the glowing ranks of our army come; 130 Come and loin Us. But merrily, right merrily, And cheerily we go, So readily and steadily, To battle with the foe. With glad voice of song we are moving along, While the breezes soft on our banners blow; 'Tis the children's army, brave and strong, And we march where the clear running waters flow: O'er mountain side the fountain tide In bounding pride is seen, Now leaping down and sweeping down Through all the meadows green. Ho! boys, and ye girls with the soft, sunny curls, Come and join the band of the brave and fair; See our banner-look! how bright it unfurls, Perfumed by the kiss of the fragrant air; Unite with us, to fight with us, And smite with us the foe; Then, wondering and thundering, He'll tumble at the blow. There's no one so young but can battle with wrong, There is no one living too old to mend; Come and help to slay the monster strong, And the reign of King Alcohol shall end. We'll water him and slaughter him, And bury him full low, Beyond the reach of all who teach The drunkard's way to go. GEORGE S. BURLEIGH, I31 "Pure Liquor." 1-fUR,E LIQUOR. k" DIED on Friday, the paper said, Of delirium tremens, kind- hearted Fred. Simple the words, but they tell a tale Which makes the faces of men grow pale; That chills the blood and freezes the heart, As they dream and wake with a feverish start At thought of the maniac, fettered and bound, Of the heart-broken family weeping around, Mourning for him once so cheery and strong; Weeping for him who was father so long; Working steady and working well, With ceaseless clang the hammer fell We heard it clear on the morning air, At eve it told us Fred was there; For twenty years scarce missing a day, Early and late, the neighbors say. Once a faithful husband, a father kind, Then a raging maniac, body and mind; A liquid hell in his burning veins, Racked and torn by distorting pains, Cowering and shrinking in trembling dread From the conjured monster with hydra-head; Raving and cursing when the fever burns, Moans and prays when reason returns; His throbbing temples seeming to burstSlowly dying with the terrible thirst Slowly, surely; passing away; Slowly changing from flesh to clay. Again delirium lowls and reels At sight of terrors it sees and feels He struggles to close, in deadly strife, W.ith the famishing demon that seeks his life. He falls and falls; with a last, long cry, Evil has won, and he must die. 1 3 2 A Word of Warning. The gasping breath-the end comes soonSilence falls in that death-laden room; A hollow rattle, a quiver-he's dead! All that was earthly of our neighbor Fred. And they've taken him over on the Island Hill; There he is lying now, cold and still. 'A'ORD OF WARNING. DOUBTLESS you are ready to say that you stand in no danger from intemperance! So h'ave numbers before you thought, whose last days were days of anguish and wretchedness, the ark of whose ruined fortunes has floated upon a sea of tears, shed by a broken-hearted and sorrowing wife, or by an aged father and mother, whose gray hairs had been brought to the grave in mourning and grief. Can there be any moderate and safe use of ardent spirits? You might as well talk of carrying a torch into a magazine of powder, where a single spark would rend the earth. Suppose as many lives were lost by the cars on our railroads as are lost by intemperance yearly, in the state; who would step aboard a single one of themn? Why, you would call him a madman who would dare place his foot upon one of them; yet you think nothing of entering the Car of Intemperance, whose boilers are every day bursting, scattering death and misery in all directions. Remember that small- beginnings lead to great results. Stephen Girard was once a penniless vagabond; the small stream in the snowy climes of the north becomes the mighty Mississippi when it reaches the sunny borders of the south. The drop of ardent spirits taken in youth swells to the giant in mature age; the temperate drinker in the morn of life becomes the ruined inebriate in the end. 133 The Children's A rmy. THE PHILDREN'S ARMY. A WORD to the little children, The children good and true; Come, join the temperance army, And fight the battle through. Here's wine, and beer, and cider Fair little snakes that creep Around our own dear hearth-stones, And fatten while we sleep. Boys, set your heel upon them, Don't toy with them, I pray; For they'll sting you while you pet them, While they seem in sportive play. Here's the dirty page, Tobacco, Who waits on the rum-king, And to his treacherous clutches Does many a victim bring. Don't take a filthy meerschaum Or odorous cigar Into your rosy lips, boys; 'Twere better, sirs, by far To lose your tops and marbles, Your skates and treasures fine, Than to lose your hopie of manhood In tobacco or in wine. A true and noble boyhood Will make a manhood fine; Then shun the treacherous cider, Tobacco, ale, and wine, 134 The Little Boy's Song. And join you all together In a legion good and true, To fight for truth and temperance Till you see the battle through. MRS. E. J. RICHMOND. THE.ITTLE poY'S SONG. LADIES and gentlemen, List to my songHuzza! for temperance All the day long! I'll taste not, handle not, Touch not the wine; For every little boy, like me, The temperance pledge should sign. I am a temperance boy Just four years old, And I love temperance Better than gold. I'll taste not, handle not, Touch not the wine; For every little boy, like The temperance pledge me, should sign. Let every little boy Remember my song, For God loves little boys That never do wrong. I'll taste not, handle not, Touch not the wine; For every little boy, like me, The temperance pledge should sign. I35 The Cold-Water Army. TH.E O L D-I ATE ) R M MY. A SPEECH BY A YOUNTG RECRUIT. I AM a high private in the cold-water army! I joined this noble band two months ago with the brave boys you see here to-night. I enlisted for life, or until the old enemy, King Alcohol, and his army of drunkards and dram-shops are driven from our country, and peace and good-will is established all over our happy country. But you are ready to ask me, What does such a boy as you know about drunkards or dram-shops, or old King Alcohol's army? It is true I never was drunk, and I never intend to be; but I have lived long enough'to know the difference between a drunkard and a sober man, and to know what makes drunkards and what makes sober men; and so may every boy and girl who will look around them and study the teachings of nature. Suppose we walk out upon our extensive plains and prairies, and see the stately ox, the noble horse, the playful and sporting lambs, and all the healthy and happy herds, rejoicing in their strength. I see they feed upon grass, and grow fat; but ask them what they drink, and with one united and cheerful voice they all answer: Water! Pure cold water-nothing else! Again, let us ramble off through the forest, and gaze upon the majestic oaks, the stately pines, with their evergreen plumes waving in the fresh breezes of heaven, with the ten thousand varieties of fruits, foliage, and flowers, all rejoicing in their strength, beauty, and fragrance; all mingling in peace and harmony, to give a charm to nature's garden! Let us ask them what they drink; and again, with a wave of their plumes and smil ing flowers, they all answer: Water / Pure cold waternothing else. i 3,6 The Cold-Water Army. And here, too, in this forest of trees, foliage, and flowers, the whole scene is animated and sweetened by the songs of the happy birds; each sporting and warbling forth its merry song, giving life and beauty to the whole scene. When I ask them what they drink, they all chatter forth in gladness: Water! Water! Pure cold water- nothing else. But above all, when I look upon the best of men, those who are wise, pious, and prosperous, who live in loving fellowship with their families and neighbors, and on whom the church and country depend for all that is true and valuable, I watch them to see what they drink, and I find it is water, pure cold water nothing else. Yes, all these drink water, that pure beverage that God has made, and which he has so abundantly supplied to all the animate world! He showers it down from heaven! He fills our rivulets and rivers with it. It is as free as the air all breathe! It is pure and healthful to all. It is just suited to our wants and nature. There is no serpent's sting about it-no lurking adder there. This is the drink for me, boys; it will never muddle my brains nor destroy my manhood. Yes, I am a cold-water boy! But all do not drink cold water! Let us look about and see who they are, and what they drink! As I pass along the streets, I see men staggering, swearing, and acting very ugly in all sorts of ways, and finally falling in the muddy gutters! I slip up to them, and ask them what they drink, and they growl out, Whiskey! bad whiskey! I see and hear of men getting drunk, fighting, shooting, and killing each other for the merest trifles, and wonder how men can act so badly; and when I enquire what they drink, I find it is whiskey and lager! When you visit the prisons, penitentiaries, and all places where criminals are kept and punished, you will find they drink bad whiskey, which biteth like a serpent and stingeth like an adder. 137 My Grandpa. Whiskey robs men of their brains, consumes their pro. perty, ruins their character, takes their lives, and sends their souls to ruin. Then why will men drink such deadly stuff? There is not a buzzard in the woods, nor an old sow in the streets, that could be made to drink it, and how can any one ask me to touch it? Come boys, all of you, and join our cold-water army, and fight manfully for the cause. We shall soon grow up to be men, sober men, and be ready for duty, let the call come from what quarter it may. Success to the coldwater cause! ,Y GRANDPA. FEW boys have grandpas as good as mine; He is eighty years old, to be sure; Yet he never meddled with whiskey or wine, But drank of the water pure. He does not chew, or smoke, or snuff Tobacco, but hates the poison stuff; So he is hale and hearty, and hobbles about, And, though rather lame, it is not with the gout Very few of his age are half so stoutOf course he an't spry, as he used to be When he was a boy like you and me. He used to go out with us boys to the grove, To gather the nuts as they fell; But now he's too lame, so he sits by the stove, And the queerest stories he'll tell Of how, when a boy, he could climb with ease 13,3 My Grandpa. ro the very tops of the tallest trees, And shake down the walnuts as oft as he'd please; But now old grandpa an't smart at all, And scarcely can climb o'er the garden wall. He laughs at the pranks we children play, And seems so happy and glad, And he tells us all about the way They played'em when he was a lad; How they built snow forts, and stormed'em too, How they scuffled and scrambled, and snow-balls flew, And all the wild frolics the boys went through; Why, boys, we laughed till our sides were sore When he told us all this and a great deal more. He gave us a temperance talk last week, About thousands destroyed by drink; And as he talked, I saw on his cheek A tear, and I could but think That perhaps some loved one, bright and fair, A brother or son, had been caught in the snare; Yet to ask him about it I did not dare. But I'll tell you what, boys, I have heard enough To make me afraid of the poison stuff. Our lips no wine shall ever pass, Nor ale, to muddle our brains; Poor swearing Sam may swallow his glass, And be an old bloat for his pains; Our drink shall be of the crystal spring, For poor-house board is not the thing, Or the gallows' rope a desirable swing; The poor-house, and poison, and gallows' rope Will never be used for our "Band of Hope." DR. CHARLES JEWETT. 139 140 Don't Drink-Its Name Is Legion. PON'T pRINK! DON'T drink, boys, don't! There is nothing of happiness, pleasure, or cheer In brandy, in whiskey, in rum, ale, or beer; If they cheer you when drank, you are certain to pay, In headaches and crossness, the following day. Don't drink, boys, don't! Boys, let it alone! Turn your back on your deadliest enemy, Drink! An assassin disguised; nor for one moment think, As some rashly say, that true women admire The man who can boast that he's playing with fire. Boys, let it alone! No, boys, don't drink! If the habit's begun, stop now! stop to-day! Ere the spirit of thirst leads you on and away Into vice, shame, and drunkenness. This is the goal Where the spirit of thirst leads the slave of the bowl. No, boys, don't drink! ELLA WHEELER. JTS TAME IS -EGION IF war has slain its thousands, intemperance has slain its tens of thousands. And where is the father who would not prefer to see his son shot down before his face, than to behold him poisoned to a degrading death by these foul harpies whom LEGION has emplo)yed' And who-are the men whose fate has thus been vkaed in hopeless ruin? Its Name is Legion. They are young. They were seized and bound while young. Hardly one in hundreds has passed the maturity of his earthly days. Did they begin as p)urposed, willing drunkards? Notlhing was further from their thoughts or their desires. They have waded out most gradually, al-. most imperceptibly, into the deep. They thlen looked down upon the inebriate sot with sorrow and contemipt, as others now look down upon them. They started with the drop which their fathers gave them, or with the ofi,red glass of friendship, at noou or night, when they Ick